#coffe table book

[renatagorreri]

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

[chillcat1156]

[a-secretkey]

sashashviderska

[moths-in-a-coat]

new room kinda ominous at night ngl

[radishanatomy]

my man took off his undershirt in 1989 (piccoli equivoci) and refused to put it back on since... i have not seen a SINGLE picture of him with an undershirt... nonno is just out here raw dogging button ups like he's allergic to modesty smh

Sergio Castellitto as Dott. Giovanni Mari in In Treatment (ep. 1.23)

[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.

Masterlist

[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

MY (rlly cool btw 🥺) MASTERLIST || INBOX !

“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.

[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.

[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

[dl-yum]

DAY IN A LIFE OF A MARRIED COUPLE

(Mihwak edition)

6:00 AM

-mihawk wake up from his peaceful sleep, he turn around and there his beautiful wife,mihawk sit from his side and kiss his beautiful wife before standing up and start to stretch his body

7:00 AM

- You woke up from a ray of sunshine making you smile you try to hug your husband but apparently he is already up making you pout, you decide to stand up and stretch you body before going to the bathroom

7:20 AM

-washing your body , Brushing your teeth, doing skincare and then changing your clothes

Before going down

7:40 am

- you saw your husband back, reading newspaper with his coffe in his side, you run to him and kiss his cheeks “good morning love” he only hmm while closing his eyes

8:00 am

- you and mihawk are in kitchen eating together while talking some stuff mostly his works or your plan for today

8:40am

- you decide to walk around your garden, while walking around you see some humandrill walking around you smile and wave to them “ good morning!”

10:30am

- you just finish doing garden stuff you decide to walk inside because of heat only to see your handsome husband doing his stuff (cleaning his swords)

11:30am

- you finish cooking lunch, and now you are both taking bath before lunch , “did you already finish training ?” You asked your husband while playing the bubble, he hug you while his head are in top of your head “yeah” you smile and close your eyes

12:20nn

- you are eating with mihawk while talking about your garden he only nod his head while listening carefully, you also talk about shanks and other stuff

1:30pm

- you decide to clean your pantry, you found some near to expire good and you decide to bake while mihawk is reading

3:30pm

- you finish baking and you decide to ready some tea in the garden, you walk around the castle only to see mihawk asleep, you walk to him and take the book covering his face and kissing his lips making him smile and open his eyes

- “yes my love?” He asked “let’s have tea and sweet I bake some” you answer he only nod his head and stand up before following you. He make sure to put his book in the right shelf

3:40pm

- having tea with mihawk and giving cookies to humandrills in the garden is quite nice,you talk about how you made it while your husband just listening while watching your eyes shine

4:30pm

- you finish the tea and clean up the garden you guys decide to walk around the sea

5:30pm

- When you guys got home mihawk just cook some pasta and you ready the wine and the table

6:30pm

- you guys finish the dinner and do your night routine before going back to the living room and there is your fire place, you took the book you are reading last night and continue reading while mihawk also did the same

8:30 pm

- you fell asleep and only mihawk realize it’s already late so he take your book and put a blanket in your body before lifting you up in princess style and take you to your shared room

After putting you in bed mihawk cleaned up the living room before going back in bed and kissing your head “goodnight mi amor” he said before tuning off the light.

And that’s the day in a life of a married couple

@dl.yum

[lovetommyactually]

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"

[jamespsulliv4n]

Bag End had never looked more beautiful than that morning, being lightened by the first rays of sun hitting the green strings on the rooftop, and the slight sounds of morning waking up the Shire.

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The previous night Thorin and Bilbo had fallen asleep on the soft armchair near the fireplace ( now turned off) , Thorin with an unfinished book falling from his big overworked hands, and Bilbo, who had came late at night to rescue him from sleeping in the living room, ended up being abducted with some tired growl, and a soft but firm pull at his arm, to sleep there cuddled against his husband.

His Dwarf held him firmly, as a statue holding a sleeping cat, and the burglar's head sat comfortably between the bearded jaw and neck.

The first string of light hit Thorin's cheek, then his eyelid, causing him to hardly open one of his eyes.

His hands tightened softly around Bilbo's body to ensure a solid grip, and he placed a devoted kiss on top of his head, eyes closed, keeping his face there, falling back in a light sleep.

Morning was yet to start, and both of them were really just snuggling their way off of getting up.

A soft chuckle and a light sound of steps followed as ten minutes passed by. And as the steps grew closer, and Thorin slowly opened one eye again, he was greeted by the familiar figure, making his way up to the armchair where his uncles rested;

"You really shouldn't sleep like this...

Your old backs will sue you."

Chuckled Frodo, clothes already on, but black locks still messed up from sleeping.

The young hobbit took the book from the ground (where it ended up resting during the various snuggles), and put it on the table near them.

"Kurdu mâ" said the King, eyes now both open, still not totally awake.

Still in the fumes of sleep, Thorin placed a hand on the boy's cheek, a simple gesture, but one that spoke of years of care.

Frodo smiled to his uncle's affection, and placed a steaming hot cup near the book.

"My back is younger than yours boy ... and better trained-" answered a mumbling (but stinging) voice coming from Bilbo, eyes still closed, but hand reaching for his nephews forehead.

The black curly head chuckled as he lowed to the contact, reaching for uncle Bilbo's hand.

"Coffe awaits, oh mighty Hobbit under the Hill!" Said Frodo, lowering in a deep, mocking bow, making Thorin chuckle softly, and causing the motion in his chest to also navigate towards the husband.

Just like when he was little.

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Thanks for coming to my TedTalk, bye.

[taniamunson]

IF WE EVER WERE - eddie Munson x fem!reader

✧ Summary: Unlucky in life, you and your coworker-turned-friend make a fun little game. But matters of the heart are rarely that simple, and sometimes what we think we want isn’t quite what we end up with.

✧ Warnings: none (for now) — just two people slowly becoming something more.

✧ I don't speak english perfectly, my native language is spanish. I'm sorry if it sounds too "formal" or if something is unclear, please feel free to correct me.

The coffee shop opened a year ago, but it seems like no one noticed.

It’s on a corner where the morning sun hits directly and then disappears completely after noon. There’s no flashy name or neon sign. Just black letters on the front window that say “Coffe,” like that alone should be enough. Across the street, there’s an antique store barely hanging on, and next to it, a vacant lot full of dry leaves and forgotten bottles.

Five tables, a creaky wooden counter, an espresso machine that complains when you turn it on, and the kind of music that plays so softly it sounds afraid to bother anyone. It only opens in the mornings—just enough to catch people on their way to work or dropping off their kids at school. The rest of the time, it’s all silence and half-empty cups.

You’ve been working there since you came back home.

You had left to study industrial engineering because your parents wanted you to. You gave it a shot. Half a year. But the idea of spending the next ten years in an office, surrounded by formulas and words that meant nothing to you… made you feel more anxious than anything else.

So you dropped out.

You came back.

And even if your parents still don’t get it, you feel it was the right thing to do.

The boss is an older man who barely shows up. He hired you without too many questions, trained you in three days, and then disappeared, trusting you could handle everything. And you do.

You handle the coffee, cleaning, the register, closing up.

All by yourself.

Until Eddie Munson showed up.

It started on a cloudy Tuesday morning.

You were already setting croissants in the display case when you heard the back door open.

“He’s going to cover the shift with you. Show him the basics,” said the boss, pointing at the guy walking in behind him. Then he left without waiting for a reply.

There was Eddie. That denim jacket and that look, those big eyes that seemed to catch every movement, missing nothing.

You’d seen him plenty of times at Hawkins High. And by “plenty,” it means he was impossible not to notice. Always loud, always laughing, always looked like he was putting on a show. You weren’t close, but you remembered him well.

“Hey,” he said.

That was it.

He put on the apron the boss gave him, stood there for a few seconds looking around, then went to wash his hands. He didn’t ask anything. Didn’t make a single comment about how empty the place was. Nothing. He just became a pair of legs and silence.

The first week was slow. Heavy.

Not because of the job itself, but because the silence between you felt like a thick wall.

You’d show up, and he’d already be there or arrive a few minutes later. Greet you with a barely audible “hey.” You’d start the coffee, set up the displays, clean the tables. All without speaking.

The only sounds were the soft music and the old fridge buzzing in the corner.

You tried, now and then.

“No one’s coming today, just watch.”

“At this rate, I’ll finish every book on that shelf before the month’s over.”

“What do you sneak when no one’s looking? I steal cookies.”

He’d answer with single words. Sometimes not even that. Once, he just made a face—barely lifting the corner of his mouth.

You wondered if he was annoyed, if he just didn’t want to be there, or if he was ignoring you. But something in his face told you it wasn’t about you. Like his mind was somewhere else entirely.

Two days later, a customer left behind a deck of cards. Almost new, red, poker-style. No one came back for it. You threw it in the “lost and forgotten” drawer, where there were already three thermoses, a scarf, and a notebook filled with cat doodles.

One especially slow morning—only two people had come in over three hours—you pulled the deck out and sat at the table closest to the window. You shuffled the cards out of habit, no plan in mind.

“Do you know how to play Maverick?” you asked, not raising your voice much.

Eddie was wiping down the glass displays. He turned around.

“Cards?”

“Yeah. You know how, or should I teach you?”

“I think I played it once…”

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

He sat across from you. And for the first time, he actually looked curious. He watched you shuffle, let you explain the rules. He listened.

And he played.

The first rounds were clumsy. Eddie kept forgetting the rules, stared at the cards like they were trying to pick a fight with him. Sometimes he scratched the back of his neck in frustration, hair falling over his eyes—those big, dark eyes half-hidden under lashes that didn’t make sense. You cheated a little just so he’d learn faster. By the third hand, you were actually playing for real.

“You lost,” you said with a smile, pushing your cards to the center.

He narrowed his eyes, nose slightly wrinkled like he was still processing the defeat.

“That was cheating.”

“It wasn’t. You just played badly.”

“You played fast,” he said in that low voice of his, not harsh, just matter-of-fact—biting gently on his lower lip as he replayed the move in his head.

“Then learn.”

You let out a small laugh.

He smiled, too.

Not much. But it was real. It curved the corners of his mouth—rosy and slightly chapped from the dry morning air—just enough to show a tiny dimple that vanished as quickly as it appeared.

After the third game, as he clumsily but intently shuffled the cards, he asked:

“How old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Same. I thought you were older… I don’t know.”

You stayed quiet for a second.

“Because I work here?”

“Because you seem calm. Like you already know what’s what.”

“Well… I did half a year of college. I was pushed into it. I dropped out. Ended up here.”

Eddie nodded, eyes dropping to the cards, where he tapped his fingers, short nails, prominent knuckles. He played another card without thinking much.

“And do you like it?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes.”

You kept playing. Then you started talking about other things. He leaned back in his chair like, finally, the place was comfortable enough. Like maybe you were, too.

When it was time to close, he took off his apron slowly, folded it badly, and tossed it over his shoulder. He stretched, arms over his head, a sigh escaping between his teeth.

“See you tomorrow,” he said, turning toward the back door.

For the first time, you said it without thinking:

“See you, Eddie.”

A week later, the cards weren’t in the lost drawer anymore.

They lived on the counter. Or the table by the window. They always showed up when there were five minutes to spare… which happened a lot. The café was still just as empty, with its hand-painted chalkboard menu and that faint smell of old bread that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you cleaned. But now something in the air had shifted. Something like routine. Or company. Or both.

Maverick became a routine. The good kind, the kind that doesn’t get tiring.

You didn’t have to explain the rules anymore. You played almost without looking at your hands. A raised eyebrow, a small gesture, a shared silence, that’s all it took.

“You owe me two coffees,” you said one afternoon while washing a mug.

“I’ll pay when you beat me again,” he replied without looking up from his cards, voice low, almost playful.

“I already did. Three times in a row.”

“Not in my head. In my head, I’m a millionaire.”

You didn’t play the whole shift. That would be too much. (You did, actually.)

Sometimes, you just sat and talked. About little things. The weather, how the coffee tasted different when he made it, how the sugar always disappeared. He’d throw out theories sometimes, half-joking, half-serious. That someone was stealing it. That the little spoons had lives of their own. That there was a secret customer addicted to sweetness. He didn’t always expect an answer. Sometimes he just said something, smiled quietly, and kept playing.

His laugh, when it came, wasn’t always loud. Sometimes it was just a short sound, like air escaping. But you could see it in his eyes.

And sometimes, you just kept each other company.

One random Wednesday, as you were taking out the trash and he was rearranging the sweetener packets—organizing them by color, unprompted—you asked:

“So… what did you do before this?”

Eddie shrugged.

“Stuff.”

“Illegal stuff?”

He made a face, like weighing if it was worth joking about.

“Sometimes��” You looked at him, curious. “I also play in a band.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Still do, sometimes.”

“What’s it called?”

“Corroded Coffin.”

You nodded.

“And what do you do in the band?” you asked after a moment.

“I play guitar. And sing. Sometimes scream. Same thing in that kind of music.”

“And is that what you want to do? Like… for real?”

“Yeah. I hope so.”

And that was it. A short chat.

You didn’t say anything else.

But you looked at him a second longer than usual.

And he looked away.

The next day, it wasn’t even a question whether you should be manning the counter. If someone came in, you’d take care of it. Then go back to the game. That part was understood now.

The score was even.

And you were both hooked.

Eddie had gotten competitive. Not annoying-competitive—just enough to tease you now and then. Comments like, “You sure you can count to five?” or “I saw that eyebrow cheat.” He’d say it with the faintest smile, twirling a lock of his own hair like it was no big deal. You gave it back just the same. The comfort wasn’t weird anymore. It didn’t hurt.

That day, you decided the loser would clean the bathrooms. A serious bet—neither of you wanted that chore.

Cards hit the table hard, like your dignity was truly on the line. Eddie furrowed his brow dramatically, leaned over the table, pointed at you like it was an Old West showdown. The afternoon heat streamed through the window, making his skin glow—especially the bridge of his nose, where a few faint freckles lived. He was sweating a bit, but didn’t seem to care.

“This isn’t Hawkins anymore, Munson,” you said, laying your cards slowly. “You’re in Vegas now. The heat, the lights, the pressure…”

“And who are you? The Maverick legend herself?”

“Careful. I’ve bankrupted better men.”

“Oh, I believe it.”

He exaggerated a gesture, pretending to wipe sweat from his forehead with his uniform sleeve like a boxer in a ring. He slammed down his final card with so much energy it nearly flew off the table.

You picked it up with a half-laugh, trying not to show just how much fun you were having.

And then you said, imitating the voice of someone interviewing a disgraced celebrity:

“So… the famous lead singer of world-renowned band Corroded Coffin… is actually a gambling addict?”

He burst out laughing.

Not just a regular laugh.

A real one. Long, unexpected, genuine. Like it had escaped without permission. He closed his eyes, leaned back, one hand over his chest like it hurt from laughing so much. And when he finally caught his breath, he looked at you, eyes shining.

That was the moment.

The exact second something shifted inside you.

You felt good.

A small flutter in your chest.

“You got me,” he said between laughs, raising both hands. “Guilty. My career’s over before it even began.”

“Your fans will be devastated.”

“Not as much as my uncle.”

You played until it was time to close. Put the cards away, cleaned up in silence. You turned off the lights. The coffe sank into dimness, that feeling of a place that doesn’t belong to anyone until the next day.

And you said goodbye like always.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Like always.”

[22ayla21]

Hi! Can I request strawberry cheesecake + strong espresso for Mydei, please? Thank you!

"Strawberry Cheesecake and Strong Espresso"

Event: "Sweet Stories, Intoxicating Feelings"

It all started with coffee.

She worked in a tiny corner café, so inconspicuous among the gray buildings and glass facades that you could easily miss it. The door chime rang melodically, as if personally greeting each person who entered, but most often this sound accompanied the arrival of the same visitor — a tall, taciturn man with a perpetually furrowed brow and a gaze that seemed too serious for an ordinary morning.

He always ordered an espresso. Black. Scalding hot. And he never lingered — he'd take his coffee and leave. As if trying to run away from something that only the bitterness of the drink could temporarily silence.

She would watch him go. Not out of curiosity, exactly — rather, it had become a habit. There was some inner tension in him, a hidden longing… and something else, buried deep down, like an old photograph at the bottom of a box of memories. But she never asked anything. She just quickly and accurately prepared his espresso — strong, just the way he liked it.

One day, he stayed. He simply sat down at a table by the window and stared out at the street.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, placing the cup in front of him. He didn't answer immediately.

"Everything changes," he said quietly. "Even coffee."

She smiled wryly.

"Maybe you'd like to try something else? Today, for example, is a perfect day for strawberry cheesecake."

He looked up at her, as if seeing her for the first time. And then he nodded almost imperceptibly.

When she brought the dessert, a look of surprise flickered across his face. The delicate pink texture, the light aroma of vanilla and berries, a small fork beside it. He carefully broke off a piece and tasted it.

"Sweet," he grumbled.

"That's the whole point," she smiled. "Sometimes love is like that too. Airy. Light. Like strawberry cheesecake."

He leaned back in his chair and, for the first time, laughed softly. Not loudly, but rather a short, slightly hoarse sound. But it was genuine.

"And can love be like espresso?"

She paused for a moment, considering.

"Of course. Rich, with a hint of bitterness, a shiver. But at the same time — invigorating. Giving strength. The kind that leaves a long aftertaste."

From then on, he started coming more often. Not every day, but regularly enough that she began to wait for him.

Sometimes he would come with a book and read in the corner, slowly sipping his usual espresso. Sometimes he would try her desserts. And sometimes he would just sit, silently watching her wash dishes, as if his presence was something self-evident.

Then one day, he disappeared. And the next day too. A week passed, then a second.

She still made espresso for him. She would place the cup on the counter and glance at the door.

In the third week, he returned. Weary. Still just as taciturn. But alive.

"Sorry," he said. "Tough times. Life is sometimes like a strong espresso, you know?"

"And I was hoping that at least a little bit I reminded you of cheesecake," she replied, looking him straight in the eyes.

He took her hand. Quietly, carefully, as if afraid she would disappear.

"You are the whole display case. You are both sweetness and bitterness. You are that very taste that stays forever."

They started living together. Not immediately, of course. Gradually. Like a slowly melting cheesecake under the warm sun. There were days when love seemed light and carefree, like dessert in the morning sun. There were nights when it became strong and scalding, like a sip of espresso, short but full of passion.

Sometimes they argued. Sometimes they laughed until they cried. Sometimes they simply sat in silence, watching the raindrops patter against the window.

But in every moment was what he had been searching for his whole life. And what she gave him without unnecessary words.

Love. That very kind. The one that started with coffee.

And remained forever — somewhere between a delicate strawberry cheesecake and a tart sip of strong espresso.

[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."