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Reuse nell'interior design

L’arte del riutilizzo dei rifiuti e dell’upcycling sta guadagnando sempre più attenzione sia nel mondo del design che della profumeria. In un’epoca in cui la sostenibilità è una priorità, queste pratiche offrono soluzioni creative e rispettose dell’ambiente per dare nuova vita a materiali altrimenti destinati a essere gettati via.   Nel design, il riutilizzo dei rifiuti consente di trasformare…

[toyastales]

Great Setup

[spoookyb0t]

looking up canceled toys on the internet ………

[a-secretkey]

sashashviderska

[johnbottoms]

there's smth so scary abt a completely white beige minimalist house . if u don't have at least some semblance of life hanging on the walls like. huh

[chillcat1156]

[sirxlla]

Whispering dirty Christmas lines in the Batboys ears 🎄

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Dick: "Are you a candy cane? Because I’d like to lick you up and down." You said to him through comms.

"Y/N, you know everyone can hear you on comms." Dick stiffled a laugh.

"Oh, shit! Are you serious?" Embarressment and worry filling your voice.

"Nah, I'm just messing with ya. I switched our comms to private." Dick said with major confidence.

"Yeah, you must've not done it right Dumbass cause we can hear you loud and clear." Jason teases as he states through comms. Making your heart fall into your stomach.

Dick, in his embarressment stays silent the rest of patrol, you do as well. He thinks back to the comment in his heart swells proud of you for being confident enough to try to flirt with him considering usually you are fairly quiet and turned into a stuttering mess whenever he would flirt with you.

Jason: He was sitting on the couch reading a book just chilling. Something sweet about Jason is how the both of you needed space from each other on occasion but always came back to bother each other to tell each other about something that the other thought was interesting or random other things. You snuck up behind him even though he a thousand percent knew you were there before you got even close enough to whisper in his ear.

"Is your name Father Christmas? Because you look like a daddy to me." Giggling a bit as you spoke, your lips brushing against his earlobe.

"Babygirl, I'll be whoever you want as long as it makes you happy." He said with a charming smile; Something so lovely about Jason was how he could say just about anything and make it sound like smooth talking. He pulled you over the couch after setting down his book on the coffe table, sliding you into his lap facing him.

Bruce: You were in the cave filling in for Barbara as Oracle because she was feeling extremely sick this evening and Bruce wanted to give you a spin. Of course you have been flirting with him all evening.

"I need help spelling Elf. I have an E and an L. Can you give me an F?" You spouted the random Christmas pickup lines you read online cause this is exactly what Bruce intended the Batcomputer to be used for.

"I'm sorry, what?" He stopped in the middle of what he was doing on patrol.

"Seriously you just now noticed? I've been flirting with you all evening." There was a humor to your voice as you asked him in disbelief.

"Are you serious?" He asked with complete confusion and disbelief.

"Yes, I'm serious." An infectious laughs escaping your lips.

"Well at least youre having fun, Darling." He stated with a smile begging to reach his lips.

Tim: Everyone was sitting down for dinner as you passed him you whispered in his ear.

"Are you the Polar Express? Because I’d like to ride you." That's all it took for him to choke on his drink his face turning bright red. Of course you just returned your seat and acted like nothing had happened.

"What'd she say?" Dick teased Tim, noticing his younger brothers bright red face.

"I don't know but he is sure definitely gonna give Rudolph a run for his money." Jason teased as well.

"My face is not red, I don't know what you guys are talking about." Tim suttered as he lied through his teeth glancing at you. Obviously you had no choice but to look at him but you famed and innocent smile like you didn't just say that until his ear.

Damian: Considering how grumpy of a man he is you kind of knew what to expect when what you flirted with him in any sort of cringey cliche sort of way but that didn't stop you from trying and the joy you felt from his reaction so you walked into the training room.

"Do you believe in kissing someone under the mistletoe? Because mistletoe is what I named my sheets." You asked Damian with a shit eating grin.

"That's the best you could come up with?" He says with a bit of an annoyed tone as he approches you. There's a glint in your eye as you try to run off before you tackles you, a smile graces his thin lips, his smile sharp and cheeky.

"Oh no, I didn't say you could leave." he says in a rather happy tone, a tone he didn't let a lot of people see. He was very mushy on occasion and he could be extremely sweet.

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[iceunhie]

— phaethetically in love !

premise. belle thinks her brother is the most oblivious person in sixth street. the reason? one: because his (super obvious) crush on you is practically the worst kept secret in new eridu, and two: because he can't even see that said crush is reciprocated! good thing he has one (1) amazing, wonderful, nosy sister to help him out, yeah?

or, belle thinks the two of you are a prime example of an s tier romance movie; and she really wants to skip to the final arc already.

pairing. wise x gn!reader.

warnings: kinda ooc wise (i just started the game), wise is a loser (lovingly), belle is an instigator (proudly), comedy, facepalm moments.

a/n: for @vxnuslogy and @milksnake-tea bc yes wise kissers yes

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“you're in love with [name], aren't you?”

like all siblings in the world—or what's left of it, belle schemes.

(against wise, of course. obviously.)

her brother bursts into a mess immediately, nearly spilling his cup ramen all over his new shirt, chopsticks sticking out. laughing nervously. general chop would not be proud. “who told you that? i mean— haha, who said that, belle?”

his sister rolls her eyes. “me, myself. i.” she emphasizes, leaning her elbows against the table and putting her palms together; the grin she wears right now is so serene, but not in the angelic, nice way. belle smiles and wise finally thinks, oh. my sister may need to book herself to the closest self-help guru in new eridu.

“i have reason to believe that you, my dearest brother, are in love with [name].”

her voice goes up an octave at the last bit, leading wise to stuff her mouth with potato chips. already, heads have turned. “mff.”

“keep your voice down! and stop broadcasting it to everyone here-”

“what, i am right, aren't i? they clearly like you back, so why haven't you confessed yet?”

“keep. your. voice. down.” wise says, and belle's shit eating grin only widens as she sees her brother's ears tinged with pink. “and... how did you even know that?” he asks, mortified.

“well, one: because it's obvious—like, have you seen how obvious you are?” belle huffs, taking a bite of the potato chip with force (personal grudges are involved). “and two, because they like you back, dummy!”

because when belle sees the two of you together, it's like wise focuses on no one else. you are the center of his world—and he is just being pulled to bask in your light. his eyes soften like they melt only for you, and wise looks like all he is is, all he wants to be, is to belong with you.

(and, wise likes to stare at you for ungodly amounts of time. belle even caught him staring when you were petting a cat by the street and decided to name the stray ‘wise’; courtesy of him, apparently. the cat literally just had grey fur.

“wise.”

“hm?”

“you're practically spawning heart eyes now.”)

it's sickening. (in a oh my god my brother is in love kind of way, mind you.)

“so!” belle says, a devilish sparkle in her eyes. “allow your dearest sister to help you out, 'kay?”

wise nearly coughs up blood.

“what?!”

so at present, belle compiles her (hastily written) list of romantic moments you and wise have shared. she's not surprised—the number can be counted on one hand. diabolical, disappointing, world-ending! she resists the urge to cough up blood.

first, a coff cafe date with tin man's help: a fail. tin man's wingman capabilities were very superb, but she never heard the end of it when wise was lecturing her about how tin man kept sending over heart shaped desserts and little fortune cookies. the fortune cookies in question which said ‘you can do it!’ and a latte with art of caricature tin man making a heart. (you were very confused). belle thought it was motivating. wise thought it was mortifying.

next, even instilling help from fairy to calculate statistics about what event would you two be likely to be together. fairy said, and belle quotes: “probably never. that kind of pining's for the long run, with the other master's current experience. give it a year or six, master.”

so, she's currently face-palming.

did her brother really have zero game? why were the two of you just dancing around each other?! she's tried everything—from letting you two spend more time with each other in commissions, her inviting you over more to leave you to chat with her brother, and even the entirety of sixth street has lent their aid! how were you two not dating yet?!

“didn't they go on an arcade date at random play yesterday?” belle mutters. “that should've increased your progress by a long mile, bro! even general chop said you two were really, really close in the noodle shop....”

just what was she going to do now? at this rate, her brother would be relationshipless in no time! in fairy's words again, it would be phaethetic. and that would be a phaethal blow on her pride.

“...master, i said no such thing.”

“well, now you did.”

“The Ethereal Reckoning,” there's a pep in your step, the boxes full of movie DVDs in your arms as you walk back to the movie store. it was heavy, but at least you got to walk with the grey-haired proxy beside you. “That movie was great! Thanks for recommending it to me.”

Sporting a dopey, lovesick grin in response, wise nods at that, content to listen to your voice. it was actually belle's idea to let you lend movies you like over so the two of you could talk about it back and forth. wise would need to (begrudgingly) treat her to a bowl of ramen later on.... she saved him—he probably wouldn't even be talking to you for this long at this point, let alone hang out with you without her. for someone so nosy, he guesses his sister was a pretty good wingwoman.

“the main character was pretty similar to billy, you know?” you ramble on as wise listens. “i mean, because they were an android too, and...”

he finds that he's content to listen to anything you say, really. (right now he doesn't really know what you're saying, something about a horror ethereal movie, but you could just tell him anything and he would listen).

“i feel like the heroine's death was unnecessary, though.” you sigh, “too much tension just for it to end like that? how anticlimactic.”

your voice was so nice, so warm and easy to listen to, and wise can't even say anything to retort, simply staring with a growing (lovesick) smile on his face. talking to people was hard work, and talking to you? it might just make him combust.

“...ise? wise?”

“ah, huh?” he snaps out of his trance, only to find you mere inches away from his face, the only thing keeping you apart the boxes full of movies he's carrying. “...!”

“are you listening?” you furrow, and someone really might be out to get him right now because in that moment, wise flinches from the proximity, bumping into you.

then, because the universe thinks his life couldn't get more dramatic than it already was—you stagger, about to fall forward.

he moves before he thinks. “watch out!”

and wise.... practically astral-projects to another plane when he feels you fall into his arms, his hands on your waist. he can feel the warmth of your skin on his, the flustered look on your face. (he feels like he's going to die).

the two of you lock eyes for a moment, and wise feels like he's about to so something very stupid and his hands are still on your waist—

“....”

“.....”

someone save him.

“ah...”

“sorry!” you recover first, hurriedly letting yourself pull away from him (much to his disappointment). “i wasn't looking, and i- are you okay, wise?”

“no, no, it's fine.... i-i'm fine....” he hopes his voice isn't as small as it is, he couldn't be smooth to save his life; and wise helps you gather your bearings, his hands brushing against yours, blood rushing to his ears. sheepishly rubbing at his nape. “sorry, i was distracted.”

perhaps in the mood to lift the atmosphere, you sputter out, “no worries! it's fine! besides, you listened to me all this time.... i really enjoyed the movie, really.”

“of course i'll listen.” and before wise can think to stop his traitor of a mouth, the words spill out of his lips like it always wanted to be.

“you're worth paying attention to.”

it's automatic—your face heats up, warming like the sun on a hot day in new eridu, and god, he is such an idiot-

“you think so?” wise gulps. you looked bashful, and were way too adorable right now, and his face felt like it was on fire.... wait, that's not the point! he has to answer you, at least. this is a chance to make progress!

“y-yeah. definitely. i enjoyed... watching the movie with you.” he says. did his voice just crack just now? “we can hang out more often too, even without belle.”

he feels bad for throwing his sister under the bus like that, but—wait, did he just ask you out on a date? (accidentally)

well, it didn't matter because wise feels like he won the lottery right now, because you brighten up immediately. “really?”

then you cough and compose yourself. “i mean, sure! i'm sure it'll be fun, haha...”

awkward silence ensues. uh oh, did he say something wrong? was he too forward? he wants to say something, but something is lodged in his throat, and wise can't bring up a response. (his heart was beating like crazy right now, though).

“uh...”

“....”

then, something soft brushes against the side of his cheek. as fast as it was felt, wise felt the sensation leave just as easily. did you just-?

you just kissed him. on the cheek.

“thanks for hanging out with me, wise.”

“you're welcome- wha- huh?!” he nearly drops the stack of dvd's he was holding. you pull away, an enigmatic smile on your face. face flushed.

before he can even respond, the two of you finally arrive at the movie store. damn it, gods of the world. why did his luck run out now?

“i guess this is your stop.” he blinks, your voice coming back to him. “and, wise?”

“ah, uh, yeah?”

“it's a date, then?” your eyes sparkle and shine a light through his heart. super effective!

is this really happening? is he really going on a date with you—oh, he's so thrilled he could actually burst into song and kick his feet, but belle would tease him ruthlessly after. nosy sisters were so much work....

“yes!” he almost yells it out, but because he didn't want to look uncool in front of you, wise composes himself. play it cool, play it cool. don't mess up this chance! “yes, definitely. it's... it's a date.”

you put down the other stack of dvd's down the table, flashing him a dizzying, lovely smile smile. wise swears he falls even harder for you.

“then it's a date.”

BONUS.

“seriously?! you're going on a date with them?!” belle shouts, so unceremoniously that wise slaps a hand on her mouth.

“not so loud! but, yeah.” he says, face heating up. “your plan worked, sis.”

“yes! yes! finally!” his sister practically cheers, “i can finally be free of your sickening heart eyes... and finally, our street's most anticipated couple is here!”

wise can't help but sigh in fond exasperation. he guesses he'll let her have this one today.

“also, belle?”

“what?”

“you didn't tell anyone about this, did you?”

...

“uhh....”

(on the day of the date, wise receives an abnormal amount of good luck posters. he also gets a disturbing amount of thumbs up from the neighbors.

the last straw? tin man, giving him a baked cake with the words ‘rooting for you!’ covered in pink heart sprinkles.

he facepalms. belle...!)

a/n: d d do you guys get it..... phaethetically...... phaethon..... wise is phaethon and he's awkward in love lol hahahahaha (💀)

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.

[chsims]

Autumn Season 🍂

01. Cozy Pedestal | Candle | Wooden Bowl | Autumn | Sidetable | Candle | Books

02. Pillows ( 1 ) ( 2 ) ( 3 ) | Pumpkin | Corner Wreath | Wooden Crate | Journal | Candle

03. Coffe Kettle | Book | Coffe Cup | Basket | Candle | Fallen Leaf | Table Setting

Credits : @pinkbox-anye @kerriganhouse @plushpixelssims @serenebluesims @sooky88 @joyceisfox @sims4luxury

[greatw0r]

DATING VAN PALMER HEADCANONS...

van palmer x younger reader ( like early 30s )

She's the sweetest, most kind, funny, incredible partner! would do anything for you, and only wants to live a quiet, peaceful life with you

It would be so cute if you two had met at her store. you showing up confused, gojfn to buy a movie for your old movie freak friends and not being sure what to give her.

Van sees the cute, confused look on your face and immediately comes to help you.

Van found you adorable and requested a bunch of movies, each one a different genre for your friends linking. Eventually, you choose one, and Van keeps talking to you.

" So - you're not really a fan? " she asked with a grin on her lips, grabbing the tape and putting it on the cutest bag she had.

" I mean... obviously, I know most of these movies, but she's the expert, really, " you said with a chuckle watching the red head.

" If you come by again... I could request you another one... what do you like ? romance? action? I'll study it, " she said, and it was impossible not to smile at her.

" I like romance, yeah... " you said, and she handed you the tape. " Well, I hope to see you again so that I can tell you all about 80's romance, of course," she said, and you couldn't help but watch her for a little too long. the way her hair shined with the morning sun on the window, her akward but adorable smile, her ring filled hands...

" I'll come... surely don't want to miss on that- thankyou so much again " you said and you sure as hell went back again. and again and again.

it was natural at this point for her to see you, as the store is almost closing, sharing conversations on those last minutes.

but those minutes started to grow, she invited you for coffe, and then to see a movie on a open air cinema.

" Was this a date? " you asked her, watching her laugh with the popcorn on her hands.

" Do you want it to be? " she asked back, making you look at the grass you two were sitting in and back at her.

" Well... you already know what type of movies I like... " you said, making her small, watching the Notting Hill credits roll.

" Oh yeah... real relationship goals " she said, and you hit her arm playfully. " But seriously now... I want it to be... if you're into it ... I could decide our next one, " you said, and for the first, you actually made her speechless.

" oh game on... you're have to beat me tho... open air cinema ? that's a hard one "

after some more dates, you kissed, and it wasn't even in a special place, it was at her house, beers in the living room table, watching some shitty tv show you made her watch. Van would say it was the way the tv light hit your face and made her cradle your face in he hands, kissing you passionately.

Van is a real gentleman. She would do anything you ask her too, and she even does it without realizing it.

Grabbing things for you, walking on the side of the road, opening doors for you, ordering for you if you're too shy, a complete sweetheart.

braiding her hair before bed ahhhhh, they love it when you massage her hair and braid it gently, kissing her head in the end.

cuddling together on her couch, watching some movie she wanted you to see because she loves to pick new tapes from the store.

her not knowing how to shut up sometimes, always commenting about it, but it's okay!!!! because it's really cute.

But she will also show interest in your favorite things ! your favorite books, albums and shitty television (she eventually loves it too)

A lot of matching mugs, socks, keychains, rings, bracelets

Smells like pine/apple/wood yes yes hmhm

Is always warm, and you always use that in your favor, putting your freezing hands under their shirt

Loves to kiss your forehead, it brings her so much comfort, wrapping her arms around you and kissing you gently.

Always tries to cheer you up! Can tell when you are in a bad mood or sad, so makes a lot of jokes and won't stop until you'll give her a smile.

[uusira]

So what if one day buck wakes up missing tommy so much that he decides to go to the coffee shop where he invited him to the wedding, maybe it actually became their spot or something like that, and he misses it. And oooh, look who he finds there, Tommy! He is sitting on that same table, drinking coffe buck definitely knows he hates (tommy told him, something about their beans).. and he is wearing a hoodie again! He looks miserable (probably because he isn't a morning person why is he here now, buck says), and he is holding a book he is 100% not reading, and buck thinks of just leaving but something something isn't letting him move..

then he goes to him, and "Hey"

[animehideout]

JJK Men Perfect First Date

Part 1

Who would you choose to go on a first date with?

Part 2 ✨

Nanami Kento : Beach Date

Nanami adores nature, so most likely he would take you to the beach, so both of you can enjoy the peace the beach brings.

You would start your date with a walk on the shoreline feeling the warm sand beneath your feet.

You would collect seashells that you'd keep forever as a symbol of your first date.

You came fully prepared with delicious food, snacks, refreshing drinks, a blanket to keep you warm in the evening and books.

You'd watch the waves roll in, the sound of the water brings you tranquility and encourages you to express your love.

You'd watch the sunset together, you sitting between his legs, your head on his chest as the blanket covers both of you.

He would whisper sweet nothings, play with your hair and reads you his favorite lines from his favorite books.

“Your touch is warm like sand, your love is deep like an ocean that I crave to understand”.

Gojo Satoru: Fancy dinner date

This man likes to show off on his first date, so of course he would spoil you and spend his money on you.

He would take you to an elegant restaurant with a modern architecture.

Would probably reserve the whole restaurant for both of you so you can enjoy your intimate time together without people being loud around you.

Your table would be adorned with red rose petals and scented candles that helps both of you relax.

The candles soft glow adds to the romantic touch.

The soft live music in the background adds to the experience making it unforgettable.

Would bring you a bouquet of roses with another expensive gift.

Satoru works hard for the first date impression, he wants you to fall head over heels for him.

“This bouquet of roses pales in comparison to the radiant beauty you exude”

Toji Fushiguro: Stargazing

Toji would admire the night sky and most importantly admire..you.

A blanket spread on the ground with some soft cushions so you can lay comfortably.

You'd lay your head on his chest while he lays on his back, his hand softly caressing yours as both of your eyes glued to the night sky.

To ward off the chilly night breeze, you'd bring with you some warm beverages.

A soft playlist of music instrumentals is playing in the background, taking you to another dimension.

You'd count starts, and give them names. If you're lucky enough you may witness a meteor shower.

Comfortable silence is cherished between both of you, just humming softly enjoying each other's company.

When you're in the mood to talk, you may share stories, myths or general opinion so you can get to know each other better.

You may share your first kiss as well.

You'd make a wish everytime you see a fallen star.

“As the star descends, my wish for our love to ascend to new heights reaching the edges of the universe”

Geto Suguru: Casual coffee date.

Nothing is better than a simple date that would bring you closer to each other without being overwhelmed.

The space is cozy and eases any initial temsions.

Geto would greet you with a warm big bear hug, that heals all of your stress.

Both of you would choose a corner booth, so you can get some privacy.

The corner is adorned with fairy lights and plants that makes the atmosphere more relaxed and cozy.

The aroma of freshly ground coffe beans envelops both of you.

As you sip your warm drinks, the conversation effortlessly flows.

You'd talk about everything, your interests , your experiences, you dreams and ambitions.

You'd exchange loving glances, and genuine smiles.

He may hold your hand as well and run his thumb on your soft skin.

“Your company is incredibly comforting, I already feel at ease around you”

[coichii]

WITH HIM - SEUNGMIN

pairing - englishstudent!seungmin ♥︎ medstudent!genneutral!reader

genre: fluff, college au 📚

word count: 0.4k

warnings: nun specific !

A/N : hellooo! got some random college au inspo in the middle of summer for some reason so here u go >:)

“Baby, you keep yawning, go to sleep” seungmin whispers, looking down at you.

You recently came back from a long shift, shadowing a doctor for the better half of 10 hours. It was exhausting. The multitude of patients you looked over, the amount of body fluid you were exposed to that you swore you got over, and much much more. The only thought present being returning home and cuddling up with your loving boyfriend.

That thought was pushed off though, needing to wait an entire 3 more hours and a 45 minute drive through heaving traffic and crappy drivers.

You sighed heavily as you returned home, walking in and placing down your bag.

You began walking around the apartment, searching for the one man that knew how to make you feel better, smiling as you found him.

Seungmin laid lazily, sprawled out on the couch reading some book you were to lazy to read the title of. You didn’t even greet him as you plopped yourself on his stomach, wrapping your arms around his warm body.

Immediately, Seungmin realized that you were having one of those days. One of those days where you just wanted to be comforted and held. In response, he began to run your back while he continued to read, eliciting a satisfied sigh out of you.

It was then where you felt at home and safe, allowing yourself to relax in his presence.

“Mhmm, wanna stay up for you tho..” you mumbled, nestling your head farther into the crook of his neck

Seungmin recognized the way your voice drifted off at the end, proving your need of sleep.

“You have a long day tomorrow, classes at 10” he reminded you, continuing to rub your back.

You ignored the way you began fading in and out of sleep, nestling yourself even farther into your lovers body and mumbling in response.

Seungmin sighed, knowing that you were going to be stubborn as ever.

You felt his position around your body shift as he placed his book down on the nearby coffe table and begun to stand up, carrying you in his arms and walking towards your shared bedroom.

Seungmin brought you to the bed before laying you down and tucking you in. You heard shuffling around the room before you felt your boyfriend climb into bed with you, spooning you towards his chest.

At that moment, you felt all of the tension of the day melt with the warmth your boyfriend was providing you. All the thoughts of classes, finals, and exams were completely absent, replaced by thoughts of only him instead.

“I love you min” you mumbled, voice low.

Seungmin smiled to himself, spooning you even closer to him and shutting his eyes.

“I love you too, love”

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[g1rlsp1ckins]

💌 + 🪽 + 🪞 for dr s/o ask game ! ^_^

𝓢HIFTING 𝓐SK ✶ 𝓖AME

the one part is really long as always but enjoy <3

💌 — who confessed first and how did it happen?

REGULUS -

The library was quiet, the kind of stillness that only came late at night when most students had given up on studying and retreated to their dorms. But Regulus and I weren’t most students.

This was our usual spot—a hidden corner near the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the grounds stretched far beyond the university. We’d spent countless nights here, sometimes studying, sometimes talking, sometimes just existing in the same space. Tonight should’ve been no different, but something was off.

Regulus had barely turned a page of his book in the last twenty minutes. He kept shifting in his chair, drumming his fingers against the table, staring out the window like the skyline held the answer to some unspoken question.

I nudged his foot under the table. “You’re brooding.”

He exhaled sharply, snapping his gaze to me. “I’m not brooding.”

I smirked. “You’re literally the definition of brooding.”

He didn’t argue, which was my first real sign that something was wrong. Normally, he’d roll his eyes and fire back some dry remark, but instead, he just pressed his fingers to his temple, like he was debating something in his head.

I closed my book and leaned forward. “Regulus, what’s going on?”

Silence stretched between us. He glanced back at the window, his jaw tense, his fingers tapping restlessly against the table. I knew better than to rush him—Regulus Black wasn’t the type to speak before he was ready.

But then, suddenly, he exhaled sharply and muttered, “This is ridiculous.”

I frowned. “What is?”

He looked at me then—really looked at me—and I felt the shift in the air, the way the moment became heavier, charged with something unspoken but undeniable.

“I’m tired of pretending I don’t—” He cut himself off, shaking his head in frustration. “I care about you, Florence. More than I should. More than I planned to.”

The words hit me all at once, stealing the breath from my lungs. Regulus never spoke about his emotions so openly—he showed them in careful gestures, in the smallest touches, in the way he always seemed to notice when I was cold and silently draped his scarf over my shoulders. But now, here he was, saying it out loud, even if it was a little messy, a little hesitant.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat and reached across the table, taking his hand in mine. “You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”

His fingers twitched like he was going to pull away, but then, slowly, he curled them around mine. It was such a small thing, but it felt like everything.

“It could be,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “If I lose you.”

Something about the way he said it made my heart ache. He wasn’t just afraid of saying this—he was afraid of what it might mean. Of what might happen if things went wrong.

I tightened my grip on his hand. “You won’t,” I promised. “Because I care about you too, Regulus. Probably more than I should. Definitely more than I planned to.”

For a second, his lips parted like he was about to say something, but then he let out the smallest of laughs—a breath of relief disguised as a sound. He shook his head, looking down at our intertwined hands.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured.

“And you love it,” I teased, smiling.

He didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. The way his thumb traced slow, thoughtful circles against my skin said more than words ever could.

JAMES -

James had always been James—loud, reckless, impossible to ignore. From the moment I met him through Remus, he had latched onto me like I was some kind of personal challenge, determined to annoy me into friendship. And it worked, annoyingly enough.

But somewhere along the way, between the playful bickering, the late-night study sessions where he “accidentally” left his notes behind so I had to return them, and the way he always made sure I had a cup of coffee waiting for me before my early morning classes, I realized that James Potter cared. And he didn’t do anything halfway.

So when I started dating Regulus, I expected James to be...well, James about it. Teasing, dramatic, maybe a little possessive of his new best friend’s time. But what I didn’t expect was how quiet he got. How the light behind his eyes dimmed just a little whenever he saw us together.

For months, I thought I had just imagined it. That James had finally moved on to something—or someone—else. Until one night, everything cracked wide open.

It had started like any other night. The three of us had been at Regulus’s flat, a place that had slowly become something of a sanctuary—mostly because it was one of the few places James and I could drag Reg out of his self-inflicted solitude.

James had been stretched out on the couch, tossing a tennis ball in the air, while Regulus and I sat on the floor, backs against the coffee table. The room was warm, filled with the low hum of music playing from the old record player in the corner. It was easy. Comfortable. Until it wasn’t.

“I need another drink,” James announced suddenly, pushing himself up with too much force, like the weight of something unseen had been pressing him down all night. “Anyone else?”

Regulus barely glanced up from his book. “You’ve had two. Do you plan on making this a competition with yourself?”

James scoffed. “Oh, come on, Reggie. Loosen up. We’re celebrating.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Celebrating what, exactly?”

James grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “The fact that I’ve miraculously survived being the third wheel for this long without throwing myself out a window.”

The air shifted. My stomach twisted. “James…”

But he was already laughing, like it was some kind of joke. Like it didn’t matter. Except it did. I knew it. Regulus knew it.

“Alright,” I said, standing up. “Come with me.”

James blinked, thrown off. “Uh—where, exactly?”

I jerked my head toward the kitchen. “Just—come on.”

Regulus didn’t say anything, but I could feel his gaze on us as I dragged James away.

The moment we stepped into the kitchen, James turned, ready with some kind of defense, some easy brush-off. But I wasn’t having it.

I crossed my arms. “You’ve been acting weird for months.”

He let out a breathy laugh. “Weird? That’s rich coming from you and Reggie—”

“James.”

He stopped. His shoulders dropped just slightly. “It’s nothing, Flo.”

“Bullshit.”

He smiled, but it was tired. “You love my bullshit.”

“Not when you’re hurting,” I said quietly.

For a second, he just stared at me, something flickering behind his eyes—something raw, something he’d been holding back for too long.

And then, suddenly, he cursed under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair. “Merlin, this is so bloody stupid, but—” He exhaled sharply, looking away. “I liked you first, alright? Before Reg. Before anything. And I just—” He gestured vaguely, like the words were physically painful to get out. “I waited too long. And then you and Regulus just worked, and I thought—hell, I don’t know what I thought. That I’d get over it? That I’d be fine just being your friend? But then…”

He hesitated.

And something in my chest tightened.

“Then what?” I asked, softer now.

He swallowed hard. “Then I realized it wasn’t just you.”

The words hung between us. Heavy. Shattering.

I had no idea what to say. But before I could even process it, before I could breathe, a voice cut through the tension like a knife.

“You realized what?”

James’s face paled. I turned—Regulus stood in the doorway, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

“Reg—”

“Don’t.” His voice was steady, controlled—but I knew him well enough to recognize the undercurrent of emotion.

James swallowed hard. “Look, I—I didn’t mean to—”

Regulus tilted his head. “Didn’t mean to what?”

James hesitated for half a second too long.

Regulus took a step forward. “Tell Florence how you felt about her,” he said, voice sharper now. “Or realize you might feel something for me?”

James flinched, jaw clenched. “Both.”

Silence.

I held my breath, watching Regulus’s face for any sign of what he was thinking. He didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, he exhaled.

“I see,” he said simply.

James ran a hand over his face. “Reg, I—”

But Regulus just shook his head. Not in anger. Not in frustration. Just...understanding.

And then, to my absolute shock, the corner of his mouth quirked up in something resembling amusement. “James Potter,” he murmured, almost like he was laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. “You are, truly, the most infuriating person I have ever met.”

James blinked. “That’s—not exactly the reaction I was expecting.”

Regulus hummed. “Neither was realizing that I might feel something for you, too.”

James froze. My breath hitched.

Regulus glanced between us, then let out a small, exasperated sigh. “We are so bad at this.”

A short, startled laugh broke from James. “Yeah,” he admitted. “We really, really are.”

I let out a breath, a slow smile spreading across my face. “We’ll figure it out,” I said, reaching for Regulus’s hand.

James hesitated—uncertain, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to.

Regulus rolled his eyes and grabbed James’s wrist, dragging him closer. “You’re an idiot,” he muttered.

James grinned. “Yeah. But I’m your idiot now.”

Regulus groaned. “God help me.”

And just like that, something clicked into place—something that had been waiting to happen for far too long.

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🪽 — what is your s/o from? (made-up, media, book, movie etc…) and why did you feel drawn to them?

Regulus Black and James Potter are characters from the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. They are part of the Marauders-era storyline, which takes place before the events of the main series. James is well-known as Harry Potter’s father, while Regulus is Sirius Black’s younger brother and a former Death Eater who secretly defected.

I was first drawn to Regulus because he carried an air of mystery—misunderstood, dark, and brooding in a way that made him feel untouchable. I've always been drawn to characters who seem to exist in the shadows, the ones who don’t get the love and recognition they deserve within their stories. There’s something compelling about peeling back their layers, finding the depth beneath their cold exteriors, and realizing that beneath all the quiet intensity is a heart that feels deeply, even if the world doesn’t always see it.

James, however, was a love that snuck up on me. It took time—longer than I expected. But as I explored different perspectives and saw how others viewed him, I began to understand him in a way I hadn’t before. His relentless energy, his unwavering loyalty, and that signature blend of confidence and chaos started to feel less like arrogance and more like a genuine, unfiltered love for life and the people in it. The constant banter, the way he plays the role of the annoying best friend who refuses to be ignored—it’s exactly the kind of dynamic I love. But what truly won me over was the realization that, beneath all the teasing and dramatics, James is someone who knows how to be soft when it truly matters.

🪞 — what are some photos that depict your relationship with your s/o?

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me and regulus -

me and james -

the three of us -

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made by @g1rlsp1ckins

[coff-in]

OKAY POP OFF I LITERALLY BINGED NEARLY ALL OF YOUR ANDREW GRAVES WRITING <3 <3 good day to be alive! Okay, I think you do such a wonderful job at capturing Andrew’s character, and for some reason that’s just something I can not do at all! I say this because recently I’ve been contemplating what Andrew would act like if he were in a secret relationship with masc! Reader who’s cheating on his girlfriend to be with Andrew. How would Andrew react when he sees Reader and his girlfriend out in public? How would Andrew treat Reader’s girlfriend one-on-one? How would Andrew and Reader act in public, and what would Andrew do to subtly (or not subtly at all) label Reader as his? Fndjdjdjnfnsnndn IM OBSESSED IM OBSESSED BUT I CANT COME UP WITH ANYTHING.

So yeah! I figured I would come to you with this idea because you’re an icon <3 If you’re interested, please share any ideas that you have! Preferably no NSFW, but suggestive content is fine! Thank you!

note from coff-in: this is actually very silly to me because earlier today i was thinking how i don't do andrew's personality and thinking justice in my writing ^^; thank you for your compliments though!

[masc] reader-insert

is cheating on your girlfriend with a taken man more socially accepted than committing incest? /joking

in all seriousness, andrew may feel conflicted with his feelings. especially if he's dating julia at this time, GOD I LOVE THE MESSY SHIT THEY GET INTO <3 andrew would fucking brain blast when he figures out that he's gay or into mascs. andrew falling in love with [reader] is just... grrr!! it makes me feel bad for julia. andrew would suggest that they keep their relationship secret (however i think he would do it in a manner where he hints at it and allows [reader] to offer the idea explicitly) because it wouldn't end well for him if it got out that he was dating/seeing a guy in a relationship WHILE in a relationship himself! a supposedly straight guy! fucking messy... what if ashley hears? would she even accept it?

andrew won't act too different around [reader] when he's around his girlfriend. as far as anyone can tell, andrew and [reader] are good friends, close bros, etc. however, [reader]'s girlfriend can't help but to feel like she's... somehow third wheeling their time together. andrew makes sure to include her here and there to avoid too much suspicion but he's still mainly focused on [reader]. but be sure-- SO FUCKING SURE-- that andrew is keeping his fingers in [reader]'s belt loops. i can also see him brushing his feet against [reader]'s under the table, cause i think it's cute :3

andrew would treat [reader]'s girlfriend... normally, i guess? like how he would treat julia before dating her or how he'd treat a friend. though, i think he would flex his knowledge about [reader] when able to. oh, she getting you something to eat? well he tells her that [reader] prefers this type of food instead of that. she's talking about a show or book? well he and [reader] watched/read something similar like that and, well, you get it. i've seen a lot of analysis about andrew's love or the way he loves ashley being sort of all consuming and i HEAVILY fuck with that. he's such a fucking romantic, he would definitely tell [reader] romantic/love poems and like... maybe even hold hands hehe!

this as cute to answer, i hope it did it justice to you, 'nonnie!!

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coff-in

[mattmurdock42]

PMS? Oh, yes.

W.c: 2.5k

Pairing: Clark Kent X Reader X August Walker X Walter Marshall X Syverson.

Warnings: you on your pms being a little grumpy and sentimental. Talk of body insecurities a little. Lots os fluff!! (I don't know, but maybe the reader is kind of a baby girl sometimes? I still don't know for sure, but the boys like it very much!)

Sumary: after an afternoon in a meeting, you and the boys decide to watch a movie, in which they discover you have a crush on some character and you get on your nerves for it. The next day, they know what's is happening to you, Pms, right?

It was a cloudy friday. You woke up and went to take breakfast.

In the kitchen you gave good morning to everyone and went to seat on your spot on the table. Your breakfast was already ready. The boys insisted on doing every morning. Clark affirming that you drank the same coffe, so it was no bother to him to make your mug at the same time as his. And Walter, with the same excuse, saying that you two ate the same sandwich, so there was no reason for him not to make yours with his. They were spoiling you, they always did. Besides they never treated you like less, for beign the only girl in the group, you couldn´t deny that they spoiled you. Your days of cooking were less, they were constantly asking if you were okay after playing a sport with them (they knew they could get rough), always when you were to watch a movie, they made a special cup of hot chocolate for you, they always knew your choices from the menu (they could be very attentive sometimes), and the list goes further.

Today was a normal day. In the morning, you went to August's personal gym. In the begining of the afternoon, you read your book in the balcony with Clark reading his, his legs propped on the small table, and yours on top of his thighs, your head propped in two pillows. In the middle of the afternoon, you had a metting online of your job and went till night. After the meeting you met the boys on the living room.

"Doll, we asked pizza for dinner. I said you wanted four cheese, but Clark and Sy said you wanted Peperoni, so we asked peperoni, since it won the votes." August said.

"Okay, sometimes it´s weird you knowing the flavour i´ll want in the day."

"We just want to make you feel special, Dove." Walter said, making you blush and look to the floor.

Before the food arrived, you all went to pick a movie. After some battles, you settled for Avengers 4.

The pizza arrived. After the dinner, you offered to make the cocoa today.

Finished the task, you took everybody´s mugs to them. Only now, getting back from the kitchen with your own, it was when you took a look for your seat. The four bear of a man took all the space on the couch. Usually you sat on a big, comfortable armchair, stfuffed full of blankets and pillows to be more cozy and warm. That had become your chair (actually, it was really more comfortable than the couch itself). However, Sy and Walter started fighting that afternoon, because of a stupid videogame, and broke the chair (Walter pushing Sy against a foot of the armchair, making it break and loose it´s balance, breaking another foot. August scolded then and took the armchair to the consert, but it would took a few days to get it back.

You had no place to sit, so you decided to make a small bed of blankets on the floor, near the couch. You took your blankets and pillows that you used on the armchair (they were gathered on the arm of the couch) and started making your improvised bed. While your concentration was at the task in hand, you didn´t see the boys looking at each other, confusion etched on their faces.

"Doll, what are you doing?" August asked.

"I don´t have the chair anymore, so i don´t have my seat. I´m gonna make a blanket bed on the floor. Why?"

"You are so not staying on the floor, come to the couch." Sy said.

"Well, i don´t know if you noticed, but there is no space for even one more atom there." You responded him.

" Just lay on top of us, or sit on somebody´s lap." Sy said as if it was the most obvious decision you could make. They all agreed.

You exitated for a moment, but you knew they wouldn´t let you stay on the floor, even with all the blankets of the mansion.

You got near Clark, who was sitting at one of the points of the sofa and quietly asked. "Can I sit on your lap?"

"Sure, sweety." He responded.

You sat on his lap and rested your back on his chest. The movie started. After five minutes, you were already feeling self conscious of your weight (you weren´t petite, nor exactly skinny, and you knew that). You whispered something to Clark, but apparently, not low enough, because everybody looked at you in kind of shock. "Clark, if I get too heavy, just tell me and i´ll move, okay?"

With your statement, all the boys looked at you.

"What did you just say, dove?" Walter asked.

"I just didn't want Calrk to be unconfortable." You said, aready blushing for the way they were looking, wide eyed, at you.

"Okay, i've seen buildings fall on him and he left him without a scratch, he lifted like it was nothing, and you think you, on his lap, will hurt him?" August was deadpanned.

"i just didn´t want to bother him." You whispered, looking to your hands.

"How much do you thing you weight, dove?" Walter questioned.

"Ceirtainly not more then a whole Metropolis building." Sy stated.

"I'm sorry." You say, turning on Clark's lap to hug him, hidding your face on the crock of his neck, on the side were there was no one sitting to see you.

"Leave her alone." Clark gestured with his mouth. "It's okay, sweety. Don´t mind them. It´s very thoughtfull of you to think about my confort. But you are not heavy. You feel like a thin sheet over me. I can barely feel your weight."

"Okay." You whisper in his ear as you position yourself to face the tv again. You noticed the movie was paused and they were all still looking at you. "Continue the movie."

"Have you ever seen Sy and Clark wrestle?" August asked you.

"No."

"He lifts Sy in two seconds, with just one arm, and he holds him there until Sy surenders. I still can not believe you think you are heavy."

"I said i'm sorry" You say hugging Clark´s torso this time, starting to feel bad about their coments.

"Stop tormenting her, she is just a sweet girl, being nice as always." Clark explained, enveloping your back with one arm.

"My apologies, Doll. I just can´t imagine you thinking yourself too heavy. I didn´t mean to upset you." August said.

"Everybody have insecurities, it´s not nice to make fun of then." You say hidding your face on Clark´s chest.

"Good job, dickhead, now you really upset her." Walter said rolling his eyes.

" I´m sorry, Doll, it wasn´t my intension, you know it. Can i give you an apology hug ?" August asked, stroking the back of your head with one arm stretched, almost laying on top of Walter and Sy to be able to reach you. As he does so, you take your face off of Clark's chest and look at him with puffy, red eyes. It caught August's heart strings. "Oh, Doll, please forgive me." He said stretching both arms, inviting you for a hug. You looked up at Clark and, with a simpathetic grin, he nodded at you to go.

You untangled yourself from the kriptonian's body and went to August. You lined down to hug him, when suddenly he pulled you to his lap, making you gasp in surprise. "Forgive me, sometimes i can be a jerk, i'm sorry. It's just that, i think you are so confident in some matters, that i forget you might have insecurities as well." As he says that, he kisses your forehead.

You look at him and gives a small smile. "It´s okay, just don´t do that anymore, don´t push too far." You respond him.

As you go to get up to go back to Clark´s lap, August envelops your waist with his long arms, not letting you go. "Can I steal you from Clark? Could you watch the movie from here? Please?"

You exitate for a couple of second but agrees.

As you start to make yourself comfortable, he says. "And don´t worry, if i get unconfortable, i´ll tell you." He says, guessing your thoughts.

"Okay, thank you." You lowly say, resting your head on his shoulder.

The movie continues.

In the middle, in the scene where Thor and Rocket are in Asgard for an Infinite Stone, there is a brieve scene where Loki shows up. You were curled on August's lap hugging one of his arms, and in this specific scene, you curl yourself more and squeez his arm, holding during the scene. August just took as you getting more confortable. Walter, who was by his side, noticed your move and thought the same thing. Later, during another scene, this time in New York, when Tony and Scott were going to get the stone, Loki appeared on the screen again and, one more time, you squeezed August's bicep, but, this time, as Loki said his lines, you mouthed them with him. August felt your breath on his arm and looked at you, who were oblivious to his gaze and mouthing alongside the character. Walter saw you in the corner of his eyes as well. As the scene passed, they looked at each other with a knowing grin. To test their theory, August took the remote control and said. "I want to see that scene back, i zoned out during it." and he put again, and again, you curl more into him and give a silly smile. But little did you know that this time, there were four pair of eyes looking at you, since Walter told Sy and Clark about his and August's theory while August was getting back in the movie.

As the scene unfolded again and ended, the movie was paused again. You looked at August in cinfussion. "Why did you stop?" That's when you noticed they were all staring at you. "Why are you all looking at me? What happened?"

"I can not believe it, you like Loki!" Walter said smilling bright.

"I certainly do not!"

"Yes, you do. everyone saw it, darling. Loki, out of every avenger, Loki!" Sy said.

"How could you have seen it? You can´t see emotions." You say sulking your face and looking down to your lap, not wanting to give up on your secret crush (not so secret anymore, aparently).

"Doll, I felt your breath against my arm while you said his phrases with him, i also felt you squeeze my arm the three times he apeared. We all saw your silly smile. You can´t deny it."

"You are such a traitor." You say as you try to get out of his lap. "Let me go, you snake."

"Ouch! Not necessary." He says, finally letting you go. You take the blankets and pillows and put it on the floor by the foot of the couch, sitting there and making yourself comfortable. A second later, you fell caloused hands sneaking under your armpits, lifting you in the air and sitting you on somebody's lap. "Hey, hey, Hey!" You said in surprise. You knew those hands, it was Walter's.

"We said you were not staying on the floor." Walter said. You didn´t respond, just curled yourself into his lap, like you did in August's, resting your head on his chest and looking to the tv.

"Why the sulking face now?" Sy asked.

"I was just smiling at the tv, in peace, and you were all observing me, that's not fair. I'm a grown woman, i can like other people without being teased. And yes, Loki, for god's sake. He´s funny, inteligent, sarcastic, have nice hair, have some hobbies that i also have, and he is freakishingly handsome. Having a conversation with him'd seem really interesting and pleasant. He is just misunderstood and got involved with the wrong people. Get over it!" You raised your voice a little. After you finish your indignation, you hide your face on Walter's chest. Gosh, his was softer then Clark´s. His honkers larger and more cozy, you could stay like that forever.

They all stayed quiet for a bit. After a couple of minutes, realization of your previous act beamed down on you. Great, now you were embarassed. So, you decided to deal with the situation the quickiest way you knew. You turned to face August. "Sorry for calling you a snake, it was not fair, you did nothing wrong." Then you turned on Walter's lap, stradling him now, so you could face everyone. Looking down to your fidgeting fingers, you spoke "I´m sorry for raising my voice and being mad at you, it was unrational and did not have any pourpose. I hope you can forgive me and we can all continue watching the film." As you ended your apology, Walter pulled your body forward into a tight hug, smoothing your back.

"It's okay, dove. We all loose our temper sometimes."

"I´'m sorry you all." You say again, voice muffled by Walter's neck.

"It's okay, Doll." As August said that, you untangle yourself from Walter and go to August's lap again, hugging him one more time.

"I was mean when you were being nice to me, forgive me."

"It's okay, don´t worry. Everyone has bad days. Shhhh." He cooed you.

"Let's continue the movie" Sy said. And so you did.

When you woke up, you were at your room. Same clothes from last night. How did you got there? The last thing you remember was you watching the middle of the movie.

You get up and go take a shower. After having freshened up, you go to the boys area to have breakfast.

"Good morning" you say rubbing your eyes.

"Good Morning" They all said back. As you sat on the table, you see your breakfast ready, as always, but with a small chocolate bar added on the side of your plate.

"We thought you might want something sweet." Clark said.

"O-okay, thank you. But, why'd think so? If you don't mind me asking."

"Because you are in your PMS, darling. So this may help."Sy stated.

"PMS? But i don't have it. And it's funny you trying to tame my hormones with a chocolate bar."

"Well, i'm sorry to tell you, darling, but we think you do have PMS."

You laughed a little. "If you say so. But, how do you know i'm in my PMS?"

"After you slept on my lap last night, you looked really tired, and your hands clutched really tight on my sweather, something was not right. So, Clark remembered that tree weeks ago you were menstruated, then, assuming you had a normal cicle, we did the maht based on those asssumptions, and you had to be on your PMS." August stated.

"Oh, I feel mortified!"

"Don´t be, sweety, it's a natural thing. A painful thing that men will never experience, and the least we could do is understad it and try to help the most we can." Clark said.

"Well, and i'm sorry for behaving like a rude person." You say laughing.

"You have nothing to apologize about" August said.

You ate your breakfast and, in the end, while you were finishing your coffe, Walter asked you " Dove, could you get me the mug from August's job please? I wanna see it up close."

" Sure." You went to the place where the mugs usually were but didn't find it.

"August, honey, where is it?"

"Oh, it's in the top shelf." He said.

You looked up and found it. You were not sure you could reach it, but before you could go grab a chair, you decided to give it a try. Standing on your tiptoes, you stretched your arm up to get it, but only your fingertips could touch it. Before you can even think about turning to get a chair, you felt to hands on your hips, pushing you up with ease.

You looked down at Sy, "They were right, you are fun to lift."

You imediately blushed, hidding your face in your hands. "Oh my god, put me down." You lowly said. Sudenlly, you fell yourself being lifted up and down. "Come on, Sy." You tried one more time. However, he didn't listen, instead, he put you down for one second, before putting one arm behind your thighs and one behind your back, lifting you bridal style.

"Don't be shy, darling, everyone got their turn before but me, it's only fair." He said, softly laughing. Then, he starts curling his arms, pushing you up and down on his embrace. You couldn't resist yourself and you started laughing.

You were oblivious to their looks at you and Sy. They really got upset with you last night for you thinking bad of your body, since they considered you the most cute thing ever. So, seeing you laughing hard while Sy lifted you, made then really happy. However, they wanted to make you laugh too, so they joined you.

"Pass her to me." Walter demanded.

"Guys, don't, we have more things to do." You spoke.

"Nothing is more important than hearing you laugh, dove." Walter said as he got you from Sy. He put his hands under your armpits and through you in the air, making you scream. After he caught you, you hugged him, with your legs around his waist tight and said "Don't do that. It's scaryy."

"Hey, dont do that! Poor thing, ask her first." August said as he got you from Walter. You were clinged to him know, just like a coala. "So, Doll, what are you going to do today?"

"In the morning i'm going to the gym. In the afternoon i have some work to do and i promised Lurdez, Rosa and Juana (the maids who you share your ala with) to have dinner with then today. A girl's night, more specific."

"And when would you tell us that, if i didn't asked? I don't like they stealing you from us." August stated.

"Oh, come on, it is just one night. You all can have a boys night, will be so fun! And, i was going to tell you over lunch."

"Honey, without you here, it's a chaos, you put limits in those barbarians." August said side eyeing the others.

"You had your turn, give her to me." Clark said. He took you and got you on the couch, sitting you on his lap. "Did you sleep well, sweety?"

"Yes, i was very tired yesterday, work wore me out. And you? Good dreams?"

"Yes, besides hearing Sy's snores all night, i slept well."

You laughed, passing your hands on his curls. "i have to go now, get ready for my daily training. See you, everyone." You said, waving back as you exited the kitchen.

"I can't believe she thought she was heavy, she weights half of Sy." Said Clark.

"I was so sad to hear she has insecurities, i always thought she was so cute and perfect." August added.

"I just wanna make her feel good with herself." Walter said lowly.

"Same here, man. In this quarentine, we need to show her how incredible she is."