#my arms are absolutely dead rn

[lemoodle]

I just finished Guitar Hero III on medium difficulty, and… my hands are absolutely destroyed 💀 and my forearms. Tbh, I’m surprised the Xbox 360 is still functioning lol

This should be considered a workout for your arms 💀 but hey! I did it so I’m proud 🎉

[quibblegoobe]

I DONY WANT YO WRITE MY ESSAY1!!!!1!!!!!!!!

[theanonymousninja247]

ITS A BABEH!!!!

Toddler Leo (One-Shot request)

I can't remember how exactly this came about anymore, but it's here. I would like to give special thanks to @thelaundrybitch for coming up with the idea and then letting me write it. Beware the diabetes.

One-shot, pure fluff, Rise Leo, set in main timeline (AU?)

You're not sure what to think about when you get the messages. You're even less certain when you call after work and the only thing you get is, "Please get down here right this second" and nothing else. However, the thing that worries you the most isn't the fact that Donatello seems to be ordering you around or the fact that your best friend seems to be panicking. That seems par for the course for the Hamatos. No, what worries you is the lack of messages from a certain someone that makes your heart squeeze.

He's gotten good with his timing. Incredible, in fact. He never asked, but nowadays, it feels like the second you get up for lunch at work, there's a message waiting for you. He bugs you with everything and anything, from memes to heartfelt messages that always manage to make you smile, even giggle sometimes. But there was nothing today. Not even the start of the conversation you have to sadly shoot down because someone thought it was a good idea to occupy your lunch with a meeting.

So, it's with a heavy heart and worry on your mind that you step into the lobby of the Lair.

"LEO! DON'T RUN!"

Only to blink as you hear Raph shout, you barely catch a blue streak zip up the stairs, and you flinch as a weight hits your legs, making you look down.

… Is that…? There's — There's no goddamn way.

You watch as the snapping turtle makes it up the stairs only to sigh when he sees you. He, thankfully, doesn't hesitate to approach you, just holds up his hand in greeting, which you return before watching the hulking man sit and make himself as small as possible before speaking in a tone that can only make you smile.

"Leo, you need to let go."

"No!"

"Leo –"

"NO!"

Although… you can't help but blink at the name and the voice you're hearing.

"Leon?"

And the fact that the blue-covered head finally moves to let you see lime green and red…

"Eya."

…

Oh dear god.

You watch as Leo unglues himself from your leg and brings his arms up. You look at Raph in confusion.

“What happened?”

“Donnie. He’s working on a solution.”

“Is this linked to the Empyrean?”

And the snapping turtle’s acquiescence gets cut off by quiet hiccups, making you look down and feel your heart almost shatter.

His eyes are watery. Leo is trying so very hard not to cry but he wants up. And you can’t…

You kneel and open your arms. The intelligent boy picks up on it immediately and, after a blink, rushes into your arms and settles his head into the crook of your neck as you lift his surprising heavy body off the ground.

“It’s the shell,” Raph explains and you believe it. He’s not particularly pudgy although he seems well-fed, but the weight doesn’t match.

Although, considering how fast he settles down in your arms, you’re not sure you mind. No, you don’t mind at all when you feel a tiny rumble against yourself.

Churring. He’s so damn cute.

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He refuses to let go of you.

You want to say that you’re surprised with him refusing to let you help with dinner, but if you’re honest…

“Leon, I gotta help your brother.”

“No!”

“You want to eat late?”

Considering his current age, to not expect him to be glued to you would be wishful thinking. Certainly when the second question gets indignant chirping galore Mikey understands and translates.

You were missing all week. It’s his turn.

Not even two and already acting like a drama queen. You want to be angry but the fact that he insists on both staying on your lap during dinner all while eating on his own is too endearing to get mad at. Not to mention that he does seem to somewhat understand boundaries ‘cause he asks for Raph when you talk about getting ready for bed only to stick to you when you’ve showered and changed.

Little glue pot. Who is still incredibly brotherly as he points you to the Lab and has a chirpy argument with Donnie through the intercom about sleeping.

The fact that the softshell actually comes out is a testament to Leo's persuasion, certainly with how proud he looks in your arms. He, unfortunately, loses much of that pride as you get to his room, and not only does he insist that you sleep with him, but he tries climbing over you several times and complains so loudly every time you move him back to where he was, it catches Raph's attention who, thankfully, explains.

It's something you know Leo has been doing for months, now. Whenever you share the same bed, he insists on having an arm around you or sliding halfway atop you. Either way, it leads to the same thing, you wake up with him holding you tightly in his arm while he covers you with himself. At first, you thought it was out of being touch-starved. Now, after everything you read and him still doing it, you're thinking it's a dominance thing. It's neither. In fact, it's something much simpler.

His shell. Doesn't matter if there's damage, his shell and skin are stronger than yours. And he's protective. Extremely so as he tries again while you're distracted with his brother and you still catch him, leading to him trying to nip your fingers and forcing you to gently hit his beak with a "None of that."

He whines, then, rubbing his head against your hand while his eyes fill with tears. You barely notice Raph leaving as you try to reason with him, eventually boiling it down into the simplest fashion you can while putting his hand against his.

He's usually so much bigger. Leo might not be too much taller than you, but he is surprisingly broad despite how agile he is and his hands engulf yours. You can barely see the color of your skin in the lime-green of his, usually.

Not now. Now, your hand makes his disappear. Your skin is all you can see. And light hiccupping is all you can hear as just how helpless he is sinks into you.

He can't protect you. Not right now. That's your job. Until he's back to normal, you and his brothers have to make sure he's safe, happy, and, above all, loved.

You hold him close. Bring him against your chest before placing a pillow underneath him to make sure he's comfortable as he holds onto you. You listen to him churr as you scratch his head and shell while promising him security and protection. And while you're not sure he completely gets it, you know he's understanding some of it as he holds onto your shirt like a lifeline, leaving you to wonder one thing.

Is this… how he wishes he could behave? Or something close?

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Something close. Definitely something close from the fact that he wakes you up in the middle of the night with his screaming and crying and he looks like such a mess as you hold him tight against you. You doubt he wants you to hear the hiccupping he's unable to hold back or that wants you to see him as anything but strong. You doubt he enjoys the fact that he woke you up, no matter how little you care, and promise him that it's fine as you take him to the kitchen for a cup of warm milk. And nothing makes that more obvious than you waking up to an already awake Leo whom you can only smile gently at.

"Hey Leon."

Along with the fact that he immediately nuzzles against your hand as you hold it out.

"Did you sleep?”

A nod.

“After we came back from the kitchen?”

A very hesitant nod.

It's harder to lie, to deflect. Not to mention he's trying to lie to you, something you've had more than a hint of him disliking. However, it does tell you how ingrained the habits are and how soon Leo had to learn that sacrificing himself… could be necessary.

You just hope you know the perfect way to return the favor as you send texts to Mikey and Raph before settling into the bed a little more.

"How about we sleep in, then? I just cleared my day."

From the way his eyes light up at the offer before you find yourself tackled by someone half your size, you'd say you're not doing a bad job of it.

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You wish you were surprised when it turns partially into show-and-tell. You can only chuckle when Leo races through the room to bring you stuff he babbles and chirps about. And you smile fondly when, eventually, he brings over the book you've gotten him and, after triumphantly stating, "Eya book!" he lies with you to look at the images while you read the text aloud. But it's the way he cuddles against you as you speak that has your heart skipping around. Not to mention that he only snuggles closer when you quiet your voice to a hum and let him settle against your chest, breathing deepening by the second.

You know better than to stop. You might have only raised four-year-olds, but you remember their behavior skirting with this one, certainly after a nightmare or an awful day, and you're not about to leave Leo to suffer to his demons. You already can't let him when he's older, how can you now?

You help him settle a little better as he stretches and tries to snuggle closer, likely looking for warmth. You smile as he sleepily chirps.

“I wuv you, Eya.”

But there’s no helping the blink as you hear him whisper against you. No stopping your racing heart and fond smile as you wrap a protective arm around him, murmuring, “I love you, too, Leon."

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You jolt as you hear screaming, shouting and tumbling throughout the lair. You notice the lack of weight against you and hear a very familiar three-letter word accompanied with some surprisingly familiar words as well.

“Leo! Get back here!”

“No!”

And you sigh, almost resigned to the mess you’re about to find as you step out, wondering what trouble the little chaos demon has managed to get himself into.

You blink when all you see are color-coded blurs. The blue one turns the corner so sharply, you wonder if you’re still sleeping until another blur, red one this time, does the same thing, reminding you of where you are. You sigh as you make your way up and blink at the absolute mess the lobby is in, recognizing the spots Leo might have thought he was safe before his brother tried to extricate him out of hiding.

Are you surprised that, upon his return to the lobby, he’s taken to the heights this time? Nope. In fact, you just sigh as Raph shouts at Leo who is absolutely refusing to leave his perch in the bar. It’s not until the little menace tries to get away and knocks a bottle off the shelves that they seem to realize how dangerous this is becoming as your heart nearly stops.

Oh no.

You can hear the crying before it starts. You’re still not ready for the chirps that mix with it as Raph realizes he can’t reach Leo, at least not without breaking the bar. However, the distress you see across that tear-streaked face is enough to make you move, thankfully easing Raphael's worry but not quite working on Leo's nerve, even as you step into the bar, round the shattered bottle, and hold yourself under the slider with open arms.

"It's okay, Leon. Come on."

It takes everything for you to stay calm as he cries louder, holding out his tiny hands towards you. You can't reach him. You're not tall enough. But he can jump down.

"Come on, big guy. Just a jump. I got you."

The distressed chirps make you want to cry. You have to keep smiling, though. You have to keep steady. He needs a rock, and you're the only one who can reach him.

"I gotcha. Te tengo, Leonardo. Jump."

He does. You buckle a little under his weight but hold steady as he hiccups before crying while gripping your shirt like a lifeline. You turn around to an apologetic Raph who gingerly points to what Leon has clasped in his right hand and the fact that the latter immediately lets it go to put his arms around your neck doesn't surprise you in the slightest. What does is the cause of the mess.

"A Lou Jitsu action figure?" you ask as you hand it over to the sighing snapper.

"Got it from Dad's room."

… Oh. You smile, even giggle as you half-rock the hiccupping Leon in your arms.

"Did you want to show it to me?"

Only to chuckle as you feel the faintest hint of a nod against your neck. This little rascal.

"Want me to take him off your hands?" Raph suggests and you shake your head.

"I have —! What… happened here?"

Before you can answer, though, the softshell appears in the lobby holding a vial you only hope is the solution to the mess.

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You're not surprised when quiet is all that finds you when you slide open the train car door. You almost expect him to pull back the second you lie in the bed next to him, something he does before you put a hand over his.

"You okay?"

However, you're glad when all that finds you instead of the lies he's been spewing as he helped fix the mess he created is silence.

He's not in the mood to lie. Not to you. Yet, he's also not wanting to talk about the past few hours and, honestly, you can't blame him.

"We don't have to –"

"I don't get you."

Although, you're not sure what to make of the remark, blinking at it.

"Leon?"

"I don't understand. I don't… I should have…"

"You didn't."

"Why not?"

"You were a child?"

"Not –"

"If you're about to say excuse, I'm going to get Raph to beat some sense into you. Besides, I raised twins."

He falls quiet, looking unsure. You squeeze his hand, not expecting but still getting one you almost want to laugh at as he brings you in and lays atop you.

Shielding you from the world. Keeping you safe. And, as you feel him freeze over you while you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer, so touch-starved he nearly melts over you when you start scratching his nape and the base of his skull.

The churrs are so incredibly deep, you can feel them reverberate through you. It's beautiful.

 "You'd make a wonderful mother."

It's not as heart-racing as his comment, though, your mind wondering if he means it, if he's thinking about it as he kisses and murmurs against your cheek.

"I love you, estrella mía."

You won't know now, though. Not yet. Patience is key and he needs his sleep.

You lean your head against his as you whisper your reply, "I love you, too, Leon."

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[temiizpalace]

☆┊HEAR ME OUT CAKE

SUMMARY: the first years try out the hear me out cake challenge.. it doesn’t go exactly to plan.

CHARACTERS: first years (-sebek) [mostly jack x reader centered]

GENRE: crackfic

WARNINGS: cursing

NOTES: this was funnier in my head

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

✧˙∘

jack stares at the messily frosted cake on the table.

“so sebek isn’t here.. because?” he asks, glancing at ace. “because sebek is a buzzkill and will probably blab on and on about how we didn’t put his liege on this cake.” ace retorts, adjusting the camera.

“right.. how do we play?” deuce asks, raising a brow. “you basically just state a crush that you have and put their cutout on the cake. we don’t have cutouts, so im not sure why we have a cake..” epel shrugs, glancing at the cake.

“not just any crush! it must be completely ridiculous. that’s the fun in it all.” ace exclaims, his signature smirk discomforting the rest of the group. “ridiculous.. like how?” jack asks.

“just play.” ace huffs, fed up with this game of 20 questions. “i’ll start! judy hopps.” ace grins confidently, crossing his arms while receiving strange looks. “..she’s a rabbit.” deuce frowns, already judging heavily.

“yeah? and jack here is a wolf.” ace retorts, receiving a nasty look from jack. “that’s completely different.”

“whatever, whatever, my turn.” epel snickers, laughing to himself. “barry b. benson.” he cackles, getting even worse looks than ace. “THE BEE?” deuce exclaims, slamming his hands on the table. “isn’t he in a relationship..?” jack adds. “and you guys thought mine was bad?” ace pouts, glancing in their direction.

“that’s the joke! it’s supposed to be absolutely insane, forbidden. what’s the fun in takin’ it seriously if we’re supposed to hear each other out?” epel explains, earning a nod from ace. “..this is stupid.” deuce scowls.

“fine! you’re skipped! jack?” the wolf boy remains silent. “isn’t this.. morally wrong? i mean, you guys are talking about literal animals, married individuals..” he asks, getting a dead stare from ace and epel.

“i forgot he wasn’t just a jock, but a goody goody too.” ace sighs, shaking his head. “i’ll go again!” he chimes, seeming suddenly enthusiastic. leaning on the table, ace stares deuce dead in the eyes. “dilla spade.”

the boy opposite of him flinches, not wasting time to slam the table with more force than he had before. “THATS MY MOM.” he shouts as ace cackles in the background. epel erupted into a fit of laughter, earning a nasty look from deuce. lunging forward, he grabs ace by the collar and is now fully in delinquent mode.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YA, HAH?”

sitting in silence, jack finds himself lost in thought. insane.. ridiculous..

jack sits up, readjusting his position. “[MC].”

the room freezes, exchanging looks with each other before glancing at jack. “..[MC]? like, the prefect [MC]?” epel raises a brow, looking at everyone else in the room. "insane and ridiculous, right?" jack repeats, his expression deadpanned.

deuce lets go of ace's collar and stays silent, unable to find the proper words. "you have no idea how rude your statement sounds right now.." ace sighs, unsure as to what expression he should make.

"jack, please elaborate more on this hear me out.." epel asks, pitting jack as the center of attention.

"how about we never talk about this again." jack grumbles, hiding his face in shame.

looks like they won't be playing this again anytime soon.

A/N: filler fic!11!1!1! sorry for being missing during february, exams are starting again and i really need to prioritize right now. that being said, as an apology for missing valentines, im working on white day fics rn! please enjoy this filler before it finally gets posted!

date published: 03/11/25

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[cinellieroll]

☆ more random obey me headcanons !

characters: the demon brothers! <3

small note: i am back. and i will disappear once more after this..also i apologize for the VERYYY LATE upload. i am not dead and i wont die until om fandom comes back to life i tell ya 😤😤

cw: none! :p

☆ lucifer:

- occasionaly has thoughts of getting a german shepherd but cerberus would get EXTREMELY PISSED if he did. also another reason why he refuses to let satan keep cats in the house. cerberus will gobble them up in less than a millisecond.

- has a pretty high libido (as if it isn't already obvious in the game..) he really enjoys taking out his stress on you everytime he gets the chance. buckle up buttercup ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

- one if his biggest secrets is keeping like a few albums of him and his brothers back when they still lived in the celestial realm. he keeps em hidden realll good

- sometimes asks levi or mammon to help him with his D.D.D

- "mammon, help me with this." "levi, why is my screen stuck like this?" "lucifer you paused the video-"

- he likes silk pajamas :3 he also can't STAND sweatpants for some reason.

- once a week, he dedicates atleast an hour or two grooming his own wings and his horns. there's a lot of occasions where he transforms in his demon form for parties and such.

- reads newspaper while taking a shit. guys dont argue with me on this its real.

- he has cold lips but his kisses are always very passionate with you!

- very well mannered everytime he's on the dining table and eating. y'all will never catch him spill a single food on the table or his clothes.

☆ mammon:

- eats with his hands sometimes when he's alone. and if someone ever finds out his excuse is always "so what? sometimes eating food with your hands is a better way to savor the taste." and i completely agree with him

- cleans his jewelry a lot. he wants them dazzling that people will do a double take when they see his mega awesome drip. like "haha yeah yall cant beat me on this baby" type shit

- cooks the BEST beef curry. the level of spice is perfect-o and beel always pesters him to make it.

- during family photos, he's always the one doing silly poses. he does hand stands, he has his ass out on display, he's ON THE FLOOR

- always man spreading in class. like you can literally see him chewing on his pen from across the room with his legs sprawled out

- you know that empty feeling you get after watching a movie? double that and give it to mammon. man takes it HARD especially if it was a sad movie that he watched. he'll feel empty for a gooooddd while

- always breaks his earphones, so when d.d.d airpods came out he got really happy and bought like 6 pairs (he ended up breaking all of them too)

- blasts music like crazy when he works out and lucifer absolutely HATES his music style and thinks it's unsanitary and inappropriate. like ok whatever you old fucking hag

- doesn't close the bathroom door after he uses it LIKE BITCH CLOSE THAT SHIT RN

- follows all of his fan accounts on devilgram ugh my boy <33

☆ leviathan:

- there's just like random times where he'll suddenly remember all of his past cringe phases. and it like appears on the most random times it's actually pissing him off

- always fantasized about creating character designs for simeon ever since he found out he was the creator of TSL

- he has a bad habit of HOLDING IN HIS PISS. yes he holds them in. he developed this habit ever since he got addicted to gaming. luckily for him he's a demon but boy if he was human he would've gotten kidney problems by now.

- levi would never ever admit it but he enjoyed getting spun around by mammon when they were still kids. like mammon grabs his arms then just spins him around and stuff

- sleeps with his headphones on and now he can't sleep without it. he's just like me jujujuju

- he really likes alex g :3

- sometimes he wishes he was a magical pop star girl performing for people on stage because they always look so happy when he watches them

- loves being the little spoon so much. sometimes it's awkward with him when he's the big spoon because he's either trembling or really stiff like a log

- he enjoys kissing your cheeks the most because he's convinced he'll melt if he tries kissing you on the lips

- has a hidden album on his phone of stolen shots of you doing the most random shit ever. eating, sleeping, showering..💀

☆ satan:

- even when it's freezing cold, his feet are always peeking out of his blanket. can't sleep without his bare feet hanging out.

- doesn't need reading glasses but insists on buying them because he thinks it fits the detective aesthetic. unfortunately he loses them a lot and no one knows why

- besides lucifer, satan is very sleek and neat when putting on neck ties

- had a phase where he absolutely despised coffee and tea because he found out lucifer enjoyed it. deep down he knew he enjoyed them too and it'd be one of the reasons for his constant rampages..

- started enjoying lofi music ever since levi introduced him to it.

- out of all the brothers, satan feels the most comfortable crying in front of mammon the most. (can i get some big brother mammon appreciation out here? 😔)

- he's the type to practice his lines in front of the mirror before asking you out on the date! he just wants everything to be perfect for you and yes sometimes he messes up but it's your fault for being too pretty

- worked as a librarian once as a part time job and lemme tell you..sales went high as fuck after that and the manager even BEGGED him to stay for longer. (which he did, as long as he got to have free books :p)

- tried the "which of the seven brothers are you?" quiz and got lucifer.

- is very skilled with the piano and even made a few pieces that reminded him of you <3

☆ asmodeus:

- really enjoys ear piercings and even got one himself!

- owns a clothing brand in the human world and even tried making you the co-owner. it's a really big success and he uses the money to buy you gifts

- can't go a day without kissing you atleast once! he feels like his lips would dry if doesn't get to even leave a peck on you

- does that back arch thing in his room when he's bored 👀

- bought so many makeup products once to the point lucifer banned makeup in HOL for like a month 💀 asmo held a grudge for a while because he was lowkey kinda conscious of his appearance when he'd go outside. especially when he's in front of you! ;((

- second most followed user on devilgram! (top one is diavolo lol)

- if he had to choose a favorite makeup brand from the human world it's either the ones with the cute packaging (ex: flower knows, too faced) or the high end brands like dior

- changes bed sheets like twice a week because it's either he can't stand the feeling anymore or found a new inspo on devilgram

- says he's not easily influenced on buying new things like mammon or levi but the moment he sees something go viral he's already purchasing 10 of them. (and posts it on his feed to gain those likes)

- crop dusts every now and then

☆ beelzebub:

- finds those gross ass thirst trappers who sexualizes food nasty asf and is a big donutdaddy hater

- wins awards from eating competitions a lot and always ALWAYS spoils you and belphie first

- always the viewer in situations where one of the brothers fight w eachother. mans always there for some reason so lucifer always approaches him first when smth happens lol

- sometimes he goes overboard with body sprays

- he likes hand made accessories/jewelry. belphie was the one who made his choker on his everyday outfit and cherishes it everyday

- he thinks tongue piercings are cool but never went out of his way to get one

- buys burger merch or any food merch in general lol

- he was never really the type to care about his own appearance and only did the bare minimum to make himself look presentable. but sometimes he does feel insecure when people get too intimidated by him, especially when it's you.

- "mc, you're not afraid of me right? i won't hurt you. i promise"

- majority of the time he's the one who fixes belphie's bed and cleans his side of the room so lucifer won't get mad at him

☆ belphegor:

- has no shame in stealing pillows from furniture shops and always gets away with it

- unintentionally says the most sassy remarks ever and stares at you when you call him out for it

- being the youngest, he doesn't really need to go shopping for his own necessities because one of the brothers already buys it for him before he can even step out of the house

- when you'd go back to the human world, he'd always gaze up at the stars and wonder how you're doing and if you're getting enough sleep

- always constipated like idk he just seems like the type to only shit once a week lmfao

- one time (or two..or three) he accidentally used a different toothbrush that belonged to one of the brothers because he was half asleep

- hates the feeling of jewelry on him because he thinks it's just in the way. especially hates earrings because it's a nuisance when he sleeps.

- HORRIBLE driver and can't drive for shit. crashed mammon's car once because he fell asleep. and his in defense was because traffic was so long smh

- he can't live without his cardigans. always wears long sleeved shirts unless it's summer season in the devildom and settles for loose shirts. he also has a habit of pulling his sleeves that it nearly covers his whole hand

- very calming singing voice. back when he was still in the celestial realm, a bunch of angel kids would approach him at night, telling him to sing lullabies for them to help them sleep <3

note: had to repost :P ALSO TY FOR 73 FOLLOWERS! hiphiphorey

[inmyheaddd]

wake up call - rafe cameron x reader

summary: pranking soft/tired!rafe after a party, by spewing absolute nonsense warnings: maybee slightly ooc rafe?? nothing really wc: 481 a/n: not too sure why i wrote this, i never write for obx 🤔🤔 i think its the drew starkey edits getting to me

“rafe,” you patted his shoulder, “raaaafe,” he didn’t respond to you, only groaning as he turned in his sleep.

it was nearing 3 am now, and you had just gotten back from some party. you had been so exhausted just 30 minutes ago in the car as rafe drove you home, but now sleep seemed to be the last thing on your mind. rafe on the other hand, fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. 

after scrolling on your phone for a little while and seeing a video of a girl pranking her boyfriend, you decided it would be a good idea to do the same to the brunette who was dead asleep next to you.

“it’s super important,” you tapped his shoulder, “rafe. quick, wake up.” you lightly shook his arm as he mumbled incoherently, then turned away from you. 

“rafe, it’s an emergency. the beach broke, i need you to fix it for me.” you added, your voice so full of worry that it made rafe stir around again, this time to face you, with his eyes still closed. “…what?” he muttered as he scrunched his face up in confusion.

“you have to fix it, rafe.” you bit your bottom lip, almost shaking with the laughter you were holding in.

“alright, alright. i’ll do it tomorrow, yeah?” he grumbled as he patted his arm around mindlessly, trying to find you.

“you better, it’s really important.” you thanked god that he couldn’t see the wide smile on your face, contrasting to the dead serious, worried hint your voice took on.

“also, can you buy mars for me?” you almost broke out laughing right then and there at the blabber you were coming up with. “i’ve had my eye on it for a while, y’know? i think it would match that red top i have really well.” 

“sure, whatever you want.” he mumbled languidly as he tried to pulled you closer to him, before his face scrunched up in confusion. 

“baby,” he said, “what the fuck are you talkin’ about?” he blinked his eyes open at you, his eyebrows knitted together. “are you high?”

“nooo, oh my god.” your giggles broke out as you threw your head back, “it was a prank! i’m sorry.” you didn’t sound sorry in the slightest, still laughing uncontrollably at your boyfriends confused, and likely annoyed expression.

he tutted, briefly shaking his head and turning it to the side. you weren’t too sure if you were imagining the tiniest of smiles on his lips or not. “don’t play that stupid shit on me, go back to sleep.” 

your laughter began to fade as he adjusted his position and turned you around, pulling your back flush against his front and wrapping his arms around you. 

“you’re no fun.” you muttered, nonetheless with a smile on your face.

“yeah, i know, baby.” you felt the ghost his lips on your neck, “talking about buying mars and fixing the beach. get some sleep.” 

now, you could practically feel the way his lips turned up on your skin. that was a huge win in your book. 

debating your choices, you wanted to see if you could push his buttons just once more.

“…rafe?”

a sleepy hum.

“if you could though, would you get me mars?”

silence. 

you figured he was asleep, so you took the loss and closed your eyes, but then he finally spoke:

“how much did you fucking drink?”

another a/n: this is a rafe version of the “half asleep” grayson hawthorne fic that i wrote!! (sorry guys im incapable of coming up w something new rn…)

[mochinomnoms]

Half asleep past midnight ramblings because I saw a pirate AU mentioned and I know you like Jade so like

Yuu drops stuff off the edge of a ship and into the ocean by accident - maybe some kinda mushroom-shaped pendant idk. And jade ends up catching it and misinterpreted the exchange as a courting gesture somehow. And now Yuu keeps on getting dragged out to deck by the rest of the crew because this bigass mer with bigass teeth keeps jumping aboard and snarling at anyone who approaches him except for Yuu for some reason

And Yuu just keeps having to drop what they're doing to nudge what seems, to them, like quite a placid merman off the deck and back into the ocean, wondering why they specifically have to do that and not believing the rest of the crew when they describe Jade as 'A hissing monstrosity that tried to take a chunk outta my arm!' etc. etc.

Anyway they have a collection of random ocean trinkets that Jade keeps giving them or something. And also Jade saves them from drowning. Floyd follows Jade to the surface once and then there's an issue with TWO mermen tryna hang out on deck but only tolerating two specific crew members and one is the angry redhead who ends up looking super amusing trying to drag a slippery, troublesome eel to the edge of the boat so he can get back to whatever he should be doing

Sorry about the rambling - and sorry if it isn't coherent. My brain needs something to do since I can't get to sleep rn lol.

I don't know a whole lot about pirates other than what I know from my video game...but from I am aware! They spend at least weeks if not months out at sea! I like to think that it takes Jade sometime to watch and actually fall for someone, while Floyd is the one more prone to love at first sight fight

When you guys are around at sea, slowly making your way to the next port, you're not super surprised you've been followed by a pair of merfolk.

They're known to be curious, but unless they're sirens, they're likely to keep to themselves.

But these two have been following the ship for quite some time now, like they're after something specific.

They're practically identical, just a few things like their gray strands of hair and their bi-colored eyes that help with differentiating them. The more excitable of the two seems to be most invested in chasing after your boat.

You can't understand the clicks, chirps, or squeals he makes, but you do notice how excited he gets when your friend Riddle, a crewmate who ran off from home, is on the deck. Riddle seems annoyed and will often yell at the merman, telling him to go away and stop following.

Though the big guy just looks so happy to see Riddle that you think he isn't able to understand human speech. If you had to guess, you think he was following after Riddle. Not sure why though.

You almost forget about the other one, with how quiet he is. You encounter him after dropping a cute little mushroom pendant that you got from a port shop a while back. The moment it plopped into the dark water in the dead of night, you were absolutely devastated. You even took some spare rope and wrapped it around your waist in a tight knot before scaling the side of the ship to carefully make it down to the water.

Hoping and praying to whatever sea god lorded over the current waters you were in that the water was shallow and pendant not lost to the deep, you failed to notice the soft teal aquamarine glow emerging from the water.

When you finally do turn to look at the water, you just about screamed at the upper hand of one of the mermen's face staring at you. Pressing yourself against the wooden hull of the ship, you stared back at him, not even daring to blink, as if he would suddenly lunge at you if you looked away.

Not an unwarranted fear; you and the rest of the crew had seen the way those sharp teeth and claws torn apart large tuna and annoying seagulls.

You think this is the more quiet of the two, based on the lack of reaction and the strand on his left. He seems more quizzical than playful, compared to whom you think is his brother. His eyes flicker down to watch the way your chest moves up and down as you try to calm your breath. He stares for a bit before flickering back up to your eyes, where he resumes his chilling stare.

What felt like hours, but was probably minutes, passed as you two played what was essentially a staring contest. Eventually, made due to boredom, or maybe he was satisfied after studying you so long, his right hand came up from the water clenching something. He gently opened his hand to reveal the golden mushroom pendant, complete with your gold chain and everything.

"Oh! You got it, uh, can I have it back?" You asked, pointing at the item in his hand.

The merman slowly rose up the lower part of his face and upper chest now visible. Looking at him up close, you could understand why they cautioned sailors to keep their distance from all sea folk.

Such pretty faces, it's no wonder people willingly drown themselves just in an attempt to be with one.

The teal colored merman watched as you carefully reached for the item in his hand, only to jerk it away and make a laughing sound. You think it was laughter, based on the smirk and squinted eyes he gave you. You huffed, reaching for it again, only for him to swam back again. His laughter was growing louder, seems that he was just as mischievous as his brother, just sneakier about it.

It almost sounded musical to your ears, too bad you were too focused on getting the pendant back to admire it. Eventually, the creature was far enough out of your reach that you were barely touching the ship with the tip of your toes. It seemed like he wanted you to fall into the water as he playfully splashed at you with the tip of his tail. You knew he was playing, if he really wanted you in the water, that tail had more than enough strength to wrap around you and drag you in.

But still, you wanted that damn pendant back! He seemed fascinated by the mushroom itself and the detailing on it. His claws kept tracing over the ridges and he was studying it intently when he wasn't staring at you. He's probably never seen one before. That's when a brilliant idea popped into your head!

Gesturing him to wait, you climbed back up the rope, turning back every time to check and see that he was still there. The big guy seemed a bit annoyed, disappointed even, that you were leaving. No matter, you'd be back soon enough with a bargaining chip.

It takes a moment for you to finally make your way back up, huffing and your arms straining from pulling your self up. Riddle, bless his heart, had rushed out after hearing your scream earlier and was pacing around the deck waiting for you to return.

"There you are! I saw you with one of the mermen, did you get hurt? Do you need medical attention? Come to the infirmary, I'll check you up—"

You waved him off, struggling to undo your knot, blurting out something about you being fine and needing to trade. Finally managing to stumble into the sleeping quarters and to your cot, digging against your blanket and bags to finally find a small pouch.

Smiling at your victory, you ran back up to the deck to find Riddle struggling with the rope and one of the mermen. You're pretty sure it's the other one: his strand is on his right side and he's a lot more vocal as he tried climbing up the side of the ship using the rope and digging his claws in the hull.

Poor Riddle was struggling to get the merman's arms off of his, the latter's grasp tightening the more he struggled to get out.

"Damn it Floyd! I told you! Leave!" A kick. "Me!" An inhumane yelp. "ALONE!"

The merman looked almost disappointed as Riddle finally managed to kick him in the face and crawl away from his grasp.

Riddle was heaving as he glared at the pouting merman, watching as he finally lost his claw grip in the wood and slid back into the water with a loud splash. You helped your friend up, checking him over for any stratches or bite marks.

"So it is you that they're following! I'd been wondering way they were so focused on our ship, but how do you know his name?"

Riddle sighed, nodding his head. "I apologize. I was hoping that he wouldn't remember me from our childhood, it's been so long, but..."

He dragged his hands over his face in exasperation. "He has a perfect memory when he wants to. He used to visit the reefs near my hometown, I ended up meeting him there when I was younger. He was so annoying! Liked to poke and prod at me anytime I visited the beach, I thought I finally managed to get rid of him when I left home, but it seems that he's found me."

"How can you understand them?"

"Ah, they can speak and understand common tongue. They just choose to feign ignorance." Riddle muttered to himself as he slipped off his now soaking jacket.

You watched your friend as he wrung out the water in his clothes from who you now know is Floyd. Pursing your lips, you looked toward the rope, now splayed across the deck, and move toward it.

"Do you know the other one's name?" you asked, tying the rope back to your waist.

"Hmm? His twin? I think it's Jade, why do you want to—what are you doing?"

Riddle suddenly stood watching in horror as you slipped over the ledge of the ship once again.

"He's got my pendant, gonna get it back—"

"No! You going down there is how Floyd got up, get back here!" Riddle marched over, stomping his foot and reaching for you just as you jumped. "I'll get you another, one with rubies in it—HEY!"

Using the momentum from the fall, you planted your feet against the hull as you landed against it, looking down at the water again. This time, both mermen were watching you as you climbed down, though the one you though was Floyd looked upset and bored, swimming up to the hull to make small crying noises to Riddle, you assumed.

As you got closer, the one called Jade came closer, apparently interested that you returned. Once you were finally within each other's reach again, you gestureed for him to come closer.

By this point, his brother was behind him watching curiously as you held up the pouch in your hand, opening it and revealing a white button mushroom.

Jade perked up, looking between your pendant and the mushroom in your hand. You pointed at the pendant in his hand, before remembering what Riddle said.

"Oh yeah, he said you could understand me." Jade didn't betray that he understood you, though his ear fins twitched as you spoke.

"Uh, if you give me that—" you still pointed to the pendant, just incase he was wrong. Though Riddle rarely was. "—then I will give you this!" You pointed back to the white mushroom in your hand.

Jade looked excitedly at the mushroom, nodding as you two traded. Sighing in relief, you pulled the chain over your neck and tucked it into your shirt. You readied to climb back up to the ship again before glancing at Jade.

He was poking at the mushroom, turning it round in his fingers. He seemed almost childlike in his wonder with the fungus, it was almost cute. Right up until he tore it in half and dropped it into the water, watching it float.

"What, no!" You whined, startling him as you gestured between him and the mushroom.

"No! No, no, no! That's a waste of a perfectly good mushroom! Do you know how hard it is to get those at ports? You're supposed to eat it!"

Exasperated, you opened your pouch again and handed another to Jade, though this time he eyed your hand warily.

"...What? Do you think I'm gonna posion you? Look—" You tore it in half, like he did earlier, and popped one half into your mouth. "Shee? Yummy!"

He still looked doubtful as you chewed. Rolling your eyes, you extended your arm out to his face, making him jerk away again.

"Just, try it! Come on!" You pushed against the hull again, on your tiptoes, as you held out the mushroom towards his lips.

"I'll even feed it to ya! Say 'aaaah'."

Jade looked at your open mouth and, you swear on your soul, blushed before looking away. He thinned his lips, eyes flickering back at you again with an almost shy expression. Floyd, in the background, was staring curiously, before making a chirping sound. Jade made a similar sound back, before looking at you between his lashes and bashfully taking the mushroom from your fingertips.

You tried not to jump from his teeth scraping you and his cold lips brushing against your skin. Instead, you stilled yourself, holding your breath as he chewed.

"It's good, right?"

Jade paused swallowing and slowly nodding before opening his mouth.

"Yes, it's quite...nice." You were surprised how smooth and human his voice was. It as almost soft, a stark difference from his sharp ends and edges. Pleasant.

You shook your thoughts from your head. You refused to be one of those lovesick sailors.

"Right...well, thanks! I'll be, uh, heading back now."

You actively chose to not look back as you climbed up, though perhaps you should have. You could have seen the way Jade watched you, like your were Aphrodite emerging from the sea foam to the land.

"What I tell ya Jade?" Jade continued watching you climb up, eyeing the way Riddle dragged you to the boat, though he flicked his ear fin towards Floyd. "I told you that the lil shrimp was just your type!"

Floyd giggled as he swam on his back, circling his brother. He paused to listen to the way Riddle was yelling at you. So cute.

"Aren't you glad you joined me? I get my Goldfishie, and you'll get a little Shrimpy out of it! Mama and Pops will be so happy when we bring them back home!

"Yes...we'll have to do it soon though." Jade smiled as he watched you and Riddle peer over the edge. You waved at him, and he back at you. His smile grew as you excitedly waved even harder speaking to Riddle before your friend dragged you away.

"The farther we get, the less time we have to return to Azul. His water-breathing spell will only last so long."

"And whose fault is that?" Floyd scoffed, flicking water at his brother in annoyance. "I wanted to take my mate and his friend since day one, you're the one who wanted to 'study' them and stuff. I know you best, if I tell you that the shrimp is perfect for you, you oughta listen!"

Jade glared at Floyd, who stuck his tongue at him, before softly laughing.

"You're right Floyd, of course you know me so well." Jade stared back up at the ship, as if his gaze alone would beckon you to return to him. "The water's warm, there's a storm coming from the east, where they've been traveling."

Jade dove into the water, his brother following him.

"The storm is large and coming soon, and the wood over here is damaged." Jade gestured to a part of the hull that was starting to rot, water slipping in. "If we cause the ship to take in more water, it will sink. They only have a few of those smaller boats, and much too many crew."

Floyd grinned as he caught on to what his brother was implying.

"Everyone will probably be scrambling to get on them boats—"

"Precisely, and with the chaos of a storm, will be much too busy to notice two of their crewmates snatched by a pair of mermen."

The twins shared a conniving laugh, following the ship into an unseen storm in the dark of night.

Something that few people ever mentioned, as it was quite rare, was that once a merperson fell for someone, they also were determined to drag them into the deep, never to be seen again by the people of the surface.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

I love your blog sm, please never leave us 🙏 if it’s not a big problem, could I req headcanons or fic bout drunk!Ford and drunk!Stan x reader 👀 nsfw <3

∘˚₊· ʚ🍻ɞ ·₊˚∘ drunk!Stanley x reader headcanons

a/n: thank you for requesting this because i absolutely love this idea! so uhhhh ... i know you asked for both Ford & Stan but i kinda just got carried away with Stan lol, i love him so much. Ford's will come later i swear i just need to gather my braincells first 🥺 i also had no idea what pic to use but this one is pretty cool

nsfw

★ drunk!Stan rambles about marrying you every five minutes. and the problem is that he sounds so dead serious, even though hes glassy-eyed, he still mumbles about finding stealing a ring. he swears up and down that he’s gonna give you the biggest fucking wedding the town’s ever seen!

★ totally cries if you scold him. “babe, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to!!” he doesn’t even know what he did :( he’s just clutching your hands, looking up at you with glassy, pathetic puppy-dog eyes. “do. . . do you still love me?” :((( “i promise i wont screw up anymore”

★ i believe that Stan is a fucking loud drunk. he’s the guy who starts yelling even though he’s right next to you. “BABE. BABY. SWEETHEART. LISTEN. LISTEN TO ME. I GOTTA TELL YA SOMETHIN’ IMPORTANT“ and he immediately forgets what he was gonna say

★ clings to you like a damn koala (i headcanon that it's his habit from childhood). one arm slung around your waist, his face buried in your neck, whining about how much he loves you <3

★ “YA SEE THIS?” he shouts, absolutely hammered, slamming his drink down and pointing at you. “THIS IS THE LOVE OF MY GODDAMN LIFE, EVERYONE PAY RESPECTS.”

★ turns into the biggest, neediest, whiniest bitch the second you start petting his hair. melts into your touch, groaning like you’re giving him a full-body massage

★ “hey babe, babe, listen. listen. i could still totally pick you up. no, i ain’t that drunk. watch.“ promptly falls on his ass :)

★ drunk texts you while you’re sitting next to him. “you look so good rn wanna make outtt”

★ gets real quiet for a second, then just grabs you, full-body clings, putting his head on your shoulder and absolutely refuses to let you go. “yer real warm. like. so warm. like. god, i love you. so much. like. i would fight god for you.” rubs his face against you like a big cat. “mmm. soft. mineeee”

★ grabs your hands, starts playing with your fingers. “how are yer hands so small!!! youre adorable, lookit this. we match!!!”

★ “i would sell my fuckin’ soul to eat you out on a casino poker table.”

★ loves to lean in, blabbering “babe. babe, we should fuck.” and immediately trips over his own feet and almost faceplants. “cmon, sugar, i still got it. promise. just. gimme a sec to stop seein’ double. . .“

★ tries to be smooth, but ends up being an absolute mess. he's so clumsy and his coordination is absolute garbage. “yer s’pretty. s’gorgeous. wanna—“ hiccup “wanna do bad things to ya.”

★ he is literally groping you in public, so u have to physically drag him home, but he stops you with “no babe, let’s do it right now. what d’you mean we’re in a bar? who cares? they should be honored to watch”

★ Stan tries to take you right then and there. against the bar wall, in the backseat of the car, pressed up against a damn pool table. does not give a single fuck, if he wants you then he wants you, that's it, he's just super clingy and needy when drunk

★ grumbles like a brat if you try to move away. “noooo, no, baby, stay, c’mon, lemme touch ya, lemme hold ya.“

★ during kiss he starts crying over something stupid. i see him as a big fan of animals so im sure hed let his sappy side shown “babe, i—i saw a dog earlier—he had such a lil face—“ then immediately changes topic and sobs into your neck, mumbling about all the things he loves about you. your smile, your laugh, your warmth, the way you always put up with his bullshit

★ he is fucking humping you. rutting against you like a goddamn teenager, grinding his cock against your thigh, moaning into your mouth and whiny as fuck. “babe—babe, c’mon, need it so bad, need ya, fuck, m’hard, babe, please“

★ so needy before he even gets inside you. you grind against him once and he’s whimpering, rubbing his face into your chest, muttering, "fuck—oh, fuck, babe, i can’t, m’gonna fuckin’ die”

★ he lets you do whatever the hell you want to him. has no resistance. tell him to lie back, spread his legs, let you take care of him, he’s doing it immediately. “shit, baby, you can do whatever ya want with me” his words slur when you push him down. Stan loves when you’re in control. he loves feeling helpless with you. “sweetheart, ya got me, got me so good, god, i’m all yours”

★ he needs to kiss you constantly so he kisses you through his own moans, muffling every whimper into your mouth. his lips are swollen, but he keeps going, but if you pull away he immediately whines, pawing at you, pouting. “nuh-uh, sugar, gimme another one, one more, just one more”

★ so goddamn eager to please. he’s already sloppy with his tongue when he’s sober, but when he’s drunk. . . “gonna“ hiccups “lemme eat ya out, babe, lemme—“ he trails off, just shoving his face between your legs

★ if he tries to be cocky, he 100% fails immediately. “y’know i could make ya come in five seconds flat, right, sweetheart?” now that's a bold statement, so you decide to tease him saying “oh yeah? prove it.” as result, he fumbles his belt, gets tangled and falls off the bed

★ the moment you’re alone, he’s all over you. hands grabbing at your waist, cupping your ass, pulling you flush against him. i bet groaning like a slut every time you move. “fuuuuck, babe, y’feel so good—jesus, lemme touch ya, so good for me”

★ literally cannot stop touching you, even after he’s cum. nuzzling into your neck, lazy fingers playing with your clit, begging for second round bc he just cant get enough

★ if you're not here with him when hes drunk, he would absolutely text you smth like “babe ya up? cause m’fuckin’ hard, thinkin’ bout ya” which leads to him sending a dick pic with his thumb in the way. “ffffuck. waitt lemme try again”

★ i love showing that this silly old man doesn't know how to use his phone so here's more: ofc he'd send you “thinkin bout ya. fuck baby, wish ya were here right now.” interesting and very tempting right? you smirk, typing back. “yeah? what would you do if i was?”

Stan: gimme a sec

and you wait, you wait a long time. then your phone dings again with message “FUCK. wait. fuckin camera’s flipped” you raise an eyebrow when suddenly another ding.

stan: HOLY SHIT WAIT NO

you open the picture and it’s literally just his forehead, his fucking forehead. you laugh typing “baby what am i supposed to do with it?”

Stan: jesus fuck i was tryna be sexy. whatever. just get over here n’ sit on my fuckin face instead

it came to my mind so suddenly and i think it's cute so i wanted to write it, can be mullet!Stan or our lovely old man Stan, doesn't matter, this man is clingy and needy as fuck when drunk

so. . . imagine you have to take care of his dumb ass :)

“okay, c’mon, big guy,” you grunt, dragging Stan toward the bed, but he’s completely deadweight. arm slung over your shoulder, mumbling absolute nonsense and you groan about his weight, damn hes so big

“babe,” he slurs, grinning all dopey, cheeks flushed. “babe, yer so fuckin’ cute. cutest person in the whole damn world.”

“yeah, yeah,” you huff, trying not to laugh. “cutest person currently trying to keep your ass from collapsing on the floor.”

“hell yeah, i would collapse for you," he says seriously what makes you snort, finally managing to shove him onto the comfy soft bed. but before you can step away, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you right down with him. “nuh-uh,” he mumbles, burying his face in your neck. “yer stayin’ here. m’not sleepin’ without ya.”

“Stan.”

“shhh.” he nuzzles closer, his voice already sleepy. “jus’ gimme a kiss, babe.”

you sigh, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. but apparently, that’s not enough. he tilts his head up and looks at you through half-lidded, lips parted.

“mmm. no, sweetie. real kiss.”

“Stan, you’re drunk.”

“m’not that drunk.” he smirks, dragging you down. ”c’mon, sugar. jus’ one.” how can you reject those brown puppy eyes? you kiss him, despite everything, you bring your lips to his, hoping for a light and absolutely innocent kiss, but of course, Stanley immediately turns it filthy, deepening it, groaning into your mouth, trying to pull you on top of him.

“mmm, babe, let's fu—“

“go the fuck to sleep, Stan.”

i could end it right here, but i think that both Stan and Ford, when drunk, will definitely tell you about all their kinks

so you were just trying to get him to bed, but oh no. he’s got something really, really important to tell you. and, of course, he’s whispering it all breathy against your ear. it starts off all sweet snd clingy though, hes saying things like “yer my favorite person ever. ever. fuckin’ love ya. best thing that ever happened to me. wanna keep ya forever. never lettin’ go. nope. yer mine now.” and smothers you in sloppy kisses, your cheek, your jaw, your lips and everywhere he can reach. his hands are wandering, gripping, stroking, but he’s just so damn lazy about it.

and it's not like you dont enjoy it, of course you do, so you let him touch you like that but then he whispers “baby i gotta tell u smth. y’ever think about doin’ real filthy shit?” Stan hiccups and presses his face against your neck. “cause, fuck, i got, like, so many things i wanna do to ya” he pulls back, gripping your face, staring at you all serious. “baby i wanna bend ya over every goddamn surface in this house. countertop. . . table. . . or fuck- fucking you against the wall. shit, babe—just. . . love it when you let me take ya from behind, love seeing that pretty ass bounce. f-fuck, and when ya moan my name like that makes me wanna breed ya.” OH. OH?? damn, your mouth drops open. “Stan—“

“m’serious!” he groans, dragging you onto his lap, rocking his hips up into you. “always wanna fill ya up, sugar. wanna see ya all full n’ dripping” he’s nuzzling into your neck now, biting, groaning against your skin. ”yer so soft, babe. wanna mark ya up. wanna ruin ya so bad. i love when ya pull my hair or when ya get all bratty. fuckin’ love puttin’ ya in yer place. . . or when ya get all sweet n’ beg for it, shit, babe, i’d do anything if ya begged real nice”

he’s rubbing his flushed face against your chest now, breathing heavy, a complete mess. “i love ya. yer the best thing that ever happened to me.”

you sigh, dragging a hand through his hair, smiling despite the fact that ur crazy heart is about to jump out of your chest.

“baby, you’re so drunk.”

he huffs, clinging tighter. “yeah? so what? doesn’t make it less true.”

[kathlare]

Same anon here lol, I was also wondering if you could write a part where Lando and Amelie get drunk and they’re all over each other just super cheesy and fluffy and cute, I need the love in my heart rn :) also I love ur writing it’s absolutely amazing 💖 I’m so happy every time a new part is posted

Ahh hii again!! 🥹💖 Thank you so much for your sweet words, they seriously mean the world to me!! I’m so happy you’re enjoying the story 🫶 And here it is—what you asked for: a drunk, cheesy, fluffy, love-filled moment between Lando and Amelie 💕 I hope it gives you all the warm feelings you were craving!! Let me know what you think, and if you ever have more ideas, my inbox is always open! 💌

lay all your love on me

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando take a well-earned break from the chaos of their worlds, basking in sun, wine, and affection by the sparkling shores of Lake Como.

Wordcount: 3.2 k

Warnings: none

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March 28th, 2025 - Lake Como, Italy

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lanmelieupdates: Lando & Amelie having lunch in beautiful Lake Como today with Amelie’s sister and other members of her tour crew.

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f1couplegoalsx: Lake Como looks good on them, but not as good as they look on each other 😏 → lanmielieforever: @f1couplegoalsx LITERALLY. They’re the cutest duo.

racingfan69: okay but imagine being that food tho 😭🍴

f1loverz: Amelie’s sister is probably wondering why they’re so obsessed with each other 😆 → f1babe_who: @f1loverz she’s probably just used to it by now 😂

amiesupporter: No but seriously, when are they going to just adopt me into their friend group??? → lanmielove_: @amiesupporter I’m first in line 😤

beepbeepf1: The way they both glow when they’re together 😍

rachelslovef1: Who’s their waiter tho?? Like… can I apply for that job? → lucaslamlovers: @rachelslovef1 I’ll take the shift if you’re not available 👀

lanmielie_4life: I’m just here for the soft vibes.

danielricciardofan: Can we just take a moment to appreciate the fact that they're living their best lives while people are busy hating? Legends. → f1beautyqueen: @danielricciardofan facts, they’re just vibing, let them be happy! ✌️

hateralert: We get it, they’re cute, but can someone explain why they always look so perfect?

f1faves: Y’all know that when they're together, it’s like a whole different level of cute. Not fair, honestly. 😭 → lanmielieforever: @f1faves we don’t make the rules, we just follow them 😂

xxclairexx: Amelie’s glow up from the winter is EVERYTHING ✨

nobrofan: So when are we getting the Lake Como wedding? 💍💘 → lanmielove4life: @nobrofan bet they’d be the cutest couple to marry in Italy. 😍

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The sun hung lazily over Lake Como, casting a warm golden sheen over the water, glittering like a thousand tiny mirrors. A soft breeze rustled through the olive trees as Amelie leaned back in her chair, sunglasses slipping down her nose, a grin spread wide across her face. Her curls were tied up in a loose bun, a few strands falling against her cheeks, sun-kissed and flushed from laughter — and wine. So much wine.

—No, no, listen— she said, half-slurring, pointing her glass at Elysia —I’m just saying, if we all moved here and lived in a giant villa like The White Lotus, we’d either be dead or married within a month. No in-between.—

Elysia burst out laughing, leaning into Joe, who looked content just sipping his Aperol and letting the chaos unfold. Callum rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, shaking his head like a dad trying not to smile, while Lando sat beside Amelie, arm draped lazily over the back of her chair. His hand occasionally wandered into her hair or brushed against her bare shoulder, casual and unconscious, like he couldn’t not touch her.

He was just as tipsy, if not worse, his accent getting stronger by the minute.

—Babe— he said, his voice low and boyish, —you’re literally glowing. I swear to God, I’m gonna combust.—

Amelie turned to face him, squinting against the sun, nose scrunching in a way that made Lando feel like his heart was doing cartwheels.

—That’s just the wine, Lan. Or heatstroke. Or your stupid compliments.—

—No, it’s you— he leaned in, pressing a soft, exaggerated kiss to her cheek —it's all you, sunshine. Can’t help it if I’m madly, pathetically obsessed with you.—

—Ew— Jack called out from across the table, tossing a piece of bread at them. —You two are fucking gross.—

—Thank you, Jacky— Amelie said sweetly, catching the bread and taking a bite. —That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.—

They were in a quiet, tucked-away restaurant right by the water, all rough stone walls and hanging flowers, the kind of place you’d never find unless someone local told you about it. Plates of pasta, grilled fish, and colorful salads littered the table, along with half-drunk bottles of wine and empty Negroni glasses.

The afternoon sun had made everyone lazy and loose, and the wine had made them affectionate and reckless.

Lando, who had been tracing lazy circles on Amelie’s knee, leaned over to whisper something in her ear. She snorted immediately.

—You’re such a pervert,— she whispered back, laughing as she pushed his face away, but her cheeks were already pink.

—You love it— he grinned, eyes sparkling. —Admit it.—

—Yeah, okay, maybe a little— she leaned in, eyes heavy-lidded —but you’re gonna regret that when I post your drunk karaoke video later.—

—You wouldn’t.—

—Try me.—

And then, because she was tipsy and chaotic and very much herself, an idea sparked in her head. A brilliant, evil, hilarious idea.

She pulled her phone out of her little Dior purse and nudged Lando’s shoulder.

—Lan, can I borrow your phone real quick? Gonna AirDrop you something.—

—Yeah, of course— he handed it over without thinking, too busy flirting and wiping crumbs off her lip with his thumb.

While he turned to ask Joe something about the wine, Amelie unlocked his phone and navigated straight to his settings. Giggling under her breath, she scrolled through her hidden album — the one marked with a little 🔐 emoji — and picked the one.

It was a tasteful one, or at least tasteful by her standards. She was naked, yes, but lying on her stomach on the bed, her legs bent at the knees and crossed in the air, head turned toward the camera with a mischievous grin. The sheet was barely covering her backside, sunlight pouring through the window, catching the warm glow of her skin and the mess of curls around her shoulders.

She looked like summer and sin.

A chef’s kiss of thirst trap art.

She set it as Lando’s lock screen with a devilish grin, locked the phone, and handed it back to him with the casual cool of someone who had absolutely not just committed digital war.

—Here you go, love,— she said, sweet as gelato, taking another sip of wine.

Lando blinked at her, suspicious.

—What’d you do?— he asked, narrowing his eyes.

—What makes you think I did anything?— Amelie batted her lashes.

—Because I know that face. That’s your “I’m about to ruin your life but look adorable while doing it” face.—

She only grinned wider.

But before he could press further, Elysia started telling some long-winded story about how Jack once got kicked out of a club in Ibiza for dancing too hard, and the attention shifted.

Lando forgot, for a minute. Or rather, he was too distracted by the way Amelie’s bare leg was pressed against his under the table, or how she kept leaning into him every time she laughed, like gravity had a personal agenda.

Until he picked up his phone.

He was trying to check the time — innocent, simple, unassuming.

And then boom.

There she was.

Naked.

On his fucking lock screen.

He choked.

Actually choked.

A splutter of air, a wheeze, and then the sound of him slamming the phone face-down on the table like it had personally attacked him.

—Jesus fucking Christ, Amelie,— he hissed under his breath, wide-eyed.

—Oops,— she said, sipping her wine with the most fake-innocent smile imaginable. —Must’ve been airdropped by accident.—

—You are such a menace.—

—You love me.—

—Not when my lock screen is your ass in front of your entire family, no.—

—Mmm, well maybe if you’re good, I’ll change it to something more appropriate later.—

He gave her a look. The kind that was equal parts exasperated, horny, and completely whipped.

Callum, seated across from them, glanced up suspiciously.

—You alright, Lando? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.—

—Nope!— Lando said, voice a pitch too high. —Just uh, got a... notification. Work stuff.—

Amelie stifled a laugh, covering her mouth as she reached for another breadstick.

He leaned in, whispering through gritted teeth.

—You’re a little shit. You know that? I’m gonna get you back for this.—

—Promises, promises,— she whispered back, brushing her lips over the corner of his jaw, slow and teasing.

He groaned.

—Fuckin’ hell.—

Meanwhile, Jack was busy flicking olives at Joe, and Elysia had somehow managed to convince Callum to order a limoncello round, so the chaos remained blissfully undisturbed.

The drinks kept flowing, and the sun began its slow descent over the lake, casting golden light across the table. At some point, Amelie ended up fully in Lando’s lap, her wine glass in one hand and her other arm slung around his neck like it was the most natural place in the world.

—You know— she said, slurring slightly, eyes sleepy with affection —I like this. Like, all of it. You, me, this lake, this pasta... your stupid hair.—

He laughed, curling his arms tighter around her waist.

—My hair’s great. You’ve said so yourself. In fact, didn’t you say it was “hot enough to ruin lives”?—

—That was one time, and I was drunk.—

—You’re drunk now.—

—Shhh,— she whispered, nuzzling his cheek. —You ruin lives. It’s the combo. Hair plus accent. Plus you being... you.—

—God, I love you when you’re like this,— he murmured against her skin. —All soft and clingy and wine-soaked.—

—You love me all the time.—

—True.—

He kissed her temple, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. She turned her face to meet him halfway, lips brushing his in a kiss that was more smile than anything else. Warm and a little messy. Familiar.

—You’re disgusting,— Callum muttered, taking a bite of his tiramisu. —Do that after lunch.—

—Let them be— Elysia giggled, clearly tipsy now too —It’s nice seeing her this happy.—

Amelie leaned her head on Lando’s shoulder, her curls brushing his cheek. The sun dipped lower, the light turning golden-pink, and somewhere in the distance, music floated in from a passing boat.

She sighed contentedly.

—Lan?—

—Yeah, sunshine?—

—Promise me we’ll always do stupid shit like this. Just... sneak away and drink wine and be in love and annoy the shit out of everyone we know.—

He kissed the top of her head.

—Deal. As long as you promise not to traumatize me with naked pictures in front of your entire bloodline ever again.—

—No promises,— she whispered, already giggling again.

And Lando, completely and hopelessly in love, just held her tighter and let it go.

Because honestly?

She was worth every ounce of the chaos.

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ln4updates: Lando was spotted enjoying a boat ride around Lake Como today with Amelie and her family 🛥️☀️

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lanmelieslay: not Lando on the boat like he's already the son-in-law 😭 → formulaloverxoxo: @lanmelieslay he probs calls her mom "mami" already I’m screaming

wheelyfastwitch: he passed the vibes check with the fam fr → mclarenmutual: @wheelyfastwitch confirmation they adopted him

daymangf: this man living a romcom life in Lake Como like okay go off

f1fangirlz: i’d literally cry if a man took me on a boat with my family → softlaunchdetective: @f1fangirlz girl that’s wife behavior

charlescarlover: y’all romanticize anything they do, he’s just in italy

mclarenmami: this is Lando’s Roman Holiday and I’m here for it

lanmeliehater420: bet they called the paparazzi themselves 💀

lanmelie4life: this is soooo couplecore i can’t breathe → tiresandtenderness: @lanmelie4life she’s in her lake como era and i’m just in my broke era

maximumbaguette: imagine third-wheeling them rn. the PDA must be INTENSE

sunsetsonsoftlaunches: i hope ppl give them a lil privacy tho 🥲 → kindkartingkid: @sunsetsonsoflaunches fr they’re not zoo animals, let them vibe in peace

f1gogogo: they’re like "just a normal couple" except one’s an f1 driver and the other’s a global pop star lol

speedyspaghetti: why does he look like he’s about to propose in every pic?? → loveontrack: @speedyspaghetti if he doesn’t by summer i’m starting a petition

mclarenmaddie: okay but let them BREATHE for once

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The sun was warm against Amelie's skin as she leaned her head against Lando’s shoulder, the soft hum of the boat engine mixing with her light laughter and the gentle ripple of Lake Como’s glittering waters. The wine from lunch still buzzed in her veins, making everything feel slow and silly and golden. They were a little tipsy—well, she was more than a little—and Lando hadn’t let go of her since they stepped on the boat.

She had a ridiculous straw hat on, one she had snatched from Elysia’s bag on the way out, far too big for her face but so undeniably her. And Lando? He was obsessed. Couldn’t stop looking at her like she was some dream he was still shocked had come true.

—You’re literally the most annoying person I’ve ever met,— she murmured, her words slurred with fondness, as he snapped yet another photo of her, his phone practically glued to his hand.

—Don’t care,— he grinned, angling the phone again. —You’re gonna thank me when you’re old and wrinkly and wish you looked this fit.—

—Fit? That’s what you’re going with?—

—Well, sexy sounds inappropriate when you’re wearing that,— he gestured at the floppy hat with a smug little smirk. —But for the record, yes. Very sexy. Stupid levels of sexy.—

Amelie groaned dramatically, hiding her face in his chest. He laughed, soft and low, the sound vibrating against her cheek. She could feel his fingers on the bare skin of her back, just under the hem of her linen top, tracing idle shapes with the care of someone who had the whole world in their arms and didn’t want to mess it up.

—You good, mi amor?— he asked after a quiet moment, kissing her temple. —You’re not dizzy or anything?—

She shook her head, eyes fluttering shut. —Just a little sun-drunk. And wine-drunk. And Lando-drunk.—

He chuckled. —That’s not even clever.—

—Shut up, Lan, I’m poetic when I want to be.—

—You’re poetic when you’re drunk.—

—Facts.—

Lando adjusted the position of the wide beach towel they were lounging on, pulling her further into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her legs stretched across the bench seat, her bare toes brushing the boat’s edge. Every so often, he’d glance down to make sure she was drinking enough water, occasionally nudging the bottle to her lips himself.

—You’re staring again, Norris,— she said, peeking one eye open.

He didn’t deny it. Just smirked. —I like looking at you. I’m allowed. Boyfriend privileges.—

—Ew. Who let you be my boyfriend?—

—You did, dumbass. After making me wait literal years.—

She laughed, rolling her eyes but clearly melting into his hold. —You were such a little fanboy. I should’ve known.—

—You had no idea,— he said, tightening his arms around her. —I was obsessed. You ruined my standards for all other girls.—

—Good,— she smiled smugly, poking his chest. —You’re stuck with me now.

—Thank fuck.—

He kissed her then, slow and lazy, like they had all the time in the world. Her fingers curled around his jaw as she leaned into it, lips parted, sigh escaping against his mouth. The kiss turned a little giggly halfway through, because she tasted like wine and strawberries and sunscreen, and he tasted like her favorite kind of trouble.

—Mmm, you taste like summer,— she whispered.

—You taste like chaos,— he countered, brushing her hair off her cheek. —But like... good chaos. Like a hurricane I want to drown in.—

—That was dramatic, even for you.—

—You love it.—

—I really do.—

They sat there in the silence of their own little bubble, the soft slap of water against the boat, distant laughter from the shore, and the occasional bird call the only interruptions. Lando kept taking photos—her profile in the sun, the way her fingers dangled lazily over the edge, her half-lidded eyes as she sipped water. He’d pretend he wasn’t doing anything and then smile proudly when she caught him.

—Are you gonna make a secret album or something?— she teased.

—Already did. You’re the only thing in it.—

Her breath caught just a little. —Lan...—

He shrugged, but his ears went pink. —Just... I dunno. I like remembering things. Especially you. When you’re like this. Happy. Calm. Not worrying about the world.—

She reached up, cupping his face. Her thumb brushed just beneath his eye, and her voice dropped to a whisper. —You make me feel safe. That’s why I’m like this.—

His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Instead, he pulled her close again, his hand slipping beneath her shirt to feel her heartbeat against his palm. He wasn’t even trying to be sneaky about it—just needing the reassurance that she was okay. That she was really there.

—You’ve been eating well?— he asked quietly, careful not to sound pushy.

She nodded, nuzzling into his neck. —Callum made me a plate earlier. You saw. I ate most of it.—

—I know. Just checking.—

She pulled back enough to look into his eyes. —I promise. I’m doing better.—

He nodded, brushing a kiss to her nose. —I just worry. You know that.—

—You don’t have to all the time.—

—Can’t help it. You’re my girl.—

She melted. Again. Every time he said that—my girl—it did something to her chest she couldn’t explain. Like something old and cracked was being carefully glued back together.

—I love you,— she said softly.

His eyes widened just a bit—like every time she said it, it hit him fresh.

—I love you more, Ames.—

—Not possible.—

—Very possible. You’re literally ridiculous.—

—And yet, you’re obsessed.—

—Hopelessly.—

She giggled again and pulled him down for another kiss, tasting laughter and sun and safety. They stayed wrapped in each other like that for a long time, the boat slowly coasting along the edge of the lake. No rush. No noise. Just them. Lando didn’t stop touching her—not in a possessive way, just like he needed constant confirmation that she was real. He’d tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, adjust the hem of her shirt so her skin wouldn’t burn, kiss her forehead when she looked too quiet for too long.

And she let him.

Because being loved like this—so thoroughly, so openly, so stupidly—was something she never thought she’d get. Not like this. Not with someone who knew her shadow sides and still chose her every single day.

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ameliedayman: olive oil

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jackdayman: not you catching me mid-haunting 😭 → ameliedayman: @jackdayman you said “boo” and he didn’t even flinch 💀

lanmelieuniverse: THEY'RE LITERALLY THE ROMCOM → slowburnsoftie: @lanmelieuniverse like ugh give me this energy now

lando: delete slide 15 i look deceased → ameliedayman: @lando ur cutest when unconscious 💋 → lando: @ameliedayman what about when i’m driving us through tuscan hills?? → ameliedayman: @lando ok yeah u win 🚗💨❤️

maxfewtrell: you let him operate a motorbike??? → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell i had 3 olives and no fear

oliveyouamelie: this caption is so unserious i love her → daymangirlie: @oliveyouamelie i love that she just lives her little whimsical life

gigihadid: you’re living inside a 90s italian movie and i’m obsessed → ameliedayman: @gigihadid ok but WHERE is my gigi cameo 😤

latteandlando: how is she cute and funny and in love like ??? → peachyf1energy: @latteandlando god gives his prettiest girls everything i fear

ameliestan444: the way haters stay mad and she stays posting her bf like it’s a full-time job 💅 → gridteaqueen: @gridteaqueen as she should 😌 get ur lil gelato and ignore the noise

girliesforgossip: ik people say “relationship goals” but THIS. this is it.

florencepugh: the olive oil of it all… poetic. → ameliedayman: @florencepugh i write my captions like it’s 2013 tumblr, thank u

charles_leclerc: you let him drive?? brave → ameliedayman: @charles_leclerc i said “live fast” and closed my eyes 🫠 → lando: @charles_leclerc don’t act like you’re not the most chaotic driver i know

[inkbyme]

If you’re taking requests, if not that’s fine because I didn’t see a yes or no.

May I please have the MHA guys with a buff reader, preferably afab (assigned female at birth but gender neutral). Like reader is simply jacked and loves working out?

༊*·˚ MHA Characters When Their S/O is Absolutely Ripped ༊*·˚

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya ✧ Katsuki Bakugo ✧ Eijirou Kirishima ✧ Shouta Aizawa ✧ Hanta Sero ✧ Hawks ✧ Tenya Iida ✧ Shoto Todoroki ✧ Denki Kaminari ✧ Present Mic ✧ Neito Monoma

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Strong, bold, and absolutely unstoppable—here’s how MHA boys would handle being in love with someone who could crush them (lovingly).

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Izuku Midoriya

• Absolutely floored. The second he sees you bench press something heavier than All Might’s career, he’s in awe.

• “W-Wait! How much weight was that?! Do you track your macros? What’s your split?!”

• He gets so nerdy about it. Not in a weird way, just pure admiration. You’re basically the embodiment of “smash,” and he’s here for it.

• Tries to work out with you once. You lap him. His arms are shaking. He’s beet red. He writes about you in his notebook under “Physical Prodigy”.

• Lowkey tells everyone “they could totally go pro in hero work with their strength alone.”

• And when he’s holding your hand and feels the muscle flex? Dead. Man. Walking.

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Katsuki Bakugo

• His ego barely survives your first training session.

• “Tch. That was decent form—for a showoff.” He says that while secretly planning to copy your leg day routine.

• He loves it though. No cap. Especially when you lift him up during sparring or piggyback him with zero effort.

• He’s definitely not saying it out loud, but he thinks your power is hot as hell.

• The minute someone underestimates you in battle, Bakugo’s immediately like, “You picked the wrong f**king person.”

• He refuses to let you carry groceries though. “You already carry this relationship, nerd. Lemme do something.”

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Eijirou Kirishima

• INSTANT RESPECT. BRO ENERGY ACTIVATED.

• The moment he sees you bench more than him? He’s yelling, cheering, pumping his fists like a proud gym bro.

• “THAT WAS SO MANLY—Wait, sorry! I mean—UH, STRONG! BADASS! YOU’RE AWESOME!”

• Constantly asks to train together. Wants to be your spotter. Will 100% make you protein shakes.

• Every time you flex, he’s blushing and looking away like “I am NOT simping rn… Okay maybe I am.”

• Loves how strong you are, emotionally and physically. You’re his ideal.

• Keeps bragging about you to others like, “Yeah, my partner can probably lift a truck. No big deal.”

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Shota Aizawa

• Doesn’t react much outwardly—just raises an eyebrow the first time he sees your workout.

• “Huh. Impressive.”

• But trust, he’s noticing everything. How you move, how efficiently you conserve energy, how precise your lifts are.

• Appreciates it because he’s all about practicality. You’re strong and smart about it? Yeah. You’ve got his attention.

• Silently proud when you disable a villain in one move. Leans over and mumbles, “Remind me not to piss you off.”

• He lets you take point during missions more often than not. It’s his quiet way of saying, “I trust you.”

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Hanta Sero

• Bro is SHOOK the first time he sees you lift something twice your size like it’s nothing.

• He immediately blurts, “Okay, wait—are you secretly a pro wrestler or…?”

• Sero’s super chill and goofy, but there’s this lowkey admiration in the way he watches you train.

• Always cracking jokes like “Guess I’m the one getting carried in this relationship—literally.”

• But behind the laughs? He genuinely loves how capable and powerful you are.

• Gets extra protective when people make dumb comments like “Shouldn’t you be less muscular?”—nah, he’s instantly stepping in.

• “Don’t talk to them like that. They could fold you, and honestly, I’d let them.”

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Hawks

• Tries to act like he’s chill about it, but the second he sees you pick up a villain and slam them like a sack of potatoes? He’s swooning.

• “You ever consider hero work full time? I could recommend you, y’know. Perks include looking fine while saving the world.”

• Loves that you’re strong enough to toss him around—jokes about it constantly.

• “Hey, if you ever wanna throw me across a room for fun, I’m down. No safe word needed.”

• Total flirt about it, but underneath? He’s genuinely impressed and obsessed with how capable you are.

• Will absolutely brag about you during interviews without naming you directly. “Strongest person I know? Yeah, I sleep next to ‘em.”

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Tenya Iida

• Buff reader? He is shooketh. Immediately launches into admiration mode.

• “Your physique is incredible! Do you follow a specific regimen? Is it Quirk-enhanced or pure effort?!”

• Probably starts working out more just to keep up. “As your partner, I must strive to match your level of excellence!”

• Gets a little flustered when you carry him bridal-style—like, his glasses fog up.

• Deeply respects your discipline. Like, seriously. He sees it as heroic in itself.

• He’s always offering to assist in your routine—hydration checks, cooldown stretches, structured meal planning. Boy treats you like a top-tier athlete.

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Shoto Todoroki

• Blinks. Quietly processes.

• “You’re very strong.” And he says it so sincerely it makes your brain short-circuit.

• Offers to spot you during workouts even though you clearly don’t need it. He just wants an excuse to be close.

• Gets kind of hypnotized watching you train—especially if your form is flawless.

• When someone questions if you’re “too bulky,” he calmly says, “Their strength keeps them alive. That’s beautiful.”

• Your strength makes him feel safer. You’re the only person he doesn’t try to shield in battle—because he knows you don’t need it.

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Denki Kaminari

• Full-on jaw drop. He’s short-circuiting from how cool and attractive you are.

• “WAIT—YOU’RE BUILT BUILT??” followed by him poking your biceps and whispering, “…hot.”

• Denki is the biggest hype-man. He’s taking gym selfies with you flexing in the background like, “LOOK AT MY PARTNER THOUGH!”

• Asks if you can lift him like a princess. When you do, he screams and blushes at the same time.

• Super supportive and genuinely loves working out with you, even if he’s nowhere near your level.

• He’ll jokingly ask you to open jars for him, but it’s also 20% serious.

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Present Mic

• OH HE’S OBSESSED.

• “YEEEOOOOHHH, LOOK AT THOSE GAINS!!” This man is LOUD with his admiration.

• Makes gym playlists just for you. Hypes you up so much while you’re working out that people stare.

• Thinks you’re the most badass human alive and tells everyone. “My partner could deadlift YOU, Aizawa—just sayin’!”

• Absolutely down for couples workouts. Posts on his social media like: “Power couple energy? ACHIEVED!!”

• But on a real note—he respects the discipline and strength behind the muscles. Deep down, he loves how passionate and driven you are.

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Monoma

• OH. HE’S SO JEALOUS AT FIRST.

• “Tch. Of course you’re unnaturally strong. Probably from showing off too much.”

• But after sparring with you and getting absolutely humbled? His tune changes.

• Secretly adores your strength and talks about you constantly to Class 1-B—just pretends it’s complaints.

• “It’s not like I LIKE that they can carry me bridal style! But if I did, it wouldn’t be your business.”

• Gets real flustered when you help him train. Can’t handle how cool you look while lifting.

• “Y-You should tone it down. Or don’t. I mean—ugh. Shut up.”

Apologies for the delay! University exams are having me fighting for my life, but your request never left my mind. Thank you for your patience.

Let me know if you have any feedback or if there’s any warnings I need to put on my post. I am always open for requests as long as I know the characters! I hope you enjoyed reading this!

[luiluvr]

darling || luigi mangione

ugh dad!luigi consumes my every single thought... also sorry for being lowkey dead with fics, i'm working on ur guys' requests rn!! but here's a little drabble to keep y'all fed, cause i'm not going anywhere :D

WARNINGS: none, dad!luigi, f!reader, fluff, not proofread

SUMMARY: Your daughter, Clara brings home a pamphlet to sell sweet treats for a fundraiser and is desperate to get sales, soon after she starts bickering about snacks, and Luigi helps encourage her to eat something healthy that'll keep her satisfied until dinner was finished. However, he sneaks her out for ice cream later that night. :)

WC: 1.5k

Luigi was always an excellent husband, but he was an even better father. When you had given birth a few years back, to your now seven-year-old daughter, he was such a nervous wreck — now look at him. A natural, he would do anything and everything for your little girl. 

She came home giddy and grasping some little booklet, “Mommy!” You smiled down at her, a sweet little thing she was, a crooked grin, Luigi’s curly hair and her eyes reflected your own. She had his intelligence too — sometimes it wasn’t such a blessing. She’d bicker over everything and she thought similarly to Luigi, so of course they’d back up one another.

He was a sucker for her, and everything he did was in her favor.

She slapped the little booklet on the counter beside where you sat, it was one of those magazine-like things where students sell stuff for fundraisers. She seemed over the top about it, “What’cha got there, Clara?” Just a little name – an old reference now. “My teacher said we need to raise some money for our program in April, and we’re gonna sell sweets!” Oh, she’s too cute. Her words were still developing and her pronunciation. She was absolutely perfect though

“Yeah? What kind of sweets?” You replied.

“Cookies, candies, cakes, uhm and chees-y cakes.”

“Cheese cake, huh?” You chuckled.

“Yeah! Will you buy, mommy?” She gave you those big babydoll eyes that no one would ever be able to deny, even then – you would buy anything from her anyway, she was your daughter, plus it was helping the school; and she was non-stop talking about this program since Christmas break. Her teacher had told them about it beforehand, that practice would start either the end of January or beginning of February. Everyday she mentioned it at least once.

“Of course, sweetheart. These double chocolate chip cookies sound delicious.”

Clara clapped excitedly and jumped in place —- it was great timing that Luigi walked in through the front door, a gentle breeze lingered in the door and circulated around. Clara darted towards the door without question and jumped up into his muscular arms. His tan skin slightly contrasted her slightly paleness. It was always such a heartwarming sight, he held her high and treated her like a mini princess. Showered her in kisses and she squished his growing, flushed and stubbled cheeks. “Daddy, will you buy from me?” She says.

His brows furrowed a little, his lips purse out. “Hmm, it depends. What shop is open today little lady?” Clearly, he assumed it was playtime for her as she would often open “shops” in the house and Luigi was always caught up in playing the customer. Clara shook her head vigorously and laughed, “No, daddy, I’m selling sweets for school.” 

“Oh, is that so? What kind?”

“Cookies, candies, cakes and chees-y cakes!” She repeated.

“Well, that sounds delicious, consider it done.” He smiled so lovingly at her, squeezing her in his arms. She cheers and waves to you, “Mommy! Daddy’s gonna buy too, I’m going to raise LOTS of money!” You can’t help but chuckle, normally parents would buy from their kids, honestly, it was pretty much a responsibility to do so. Luigi turns his head and smirks, “You know, I was on the phone with my ma earlier, she said they’re wanting to have a family gathering within the next week or two, how long are you gonna be selling for, darling?” He asks Clara.

“Um, the rest of this month.” She says cautiously.

“I’ll ask her teacher in the morning when I drop her off.” You state softly, flipping through the pamphlet of sweets. “Sounds good,” Luigi says. Clara grins widely, which seems to remind Luigi of something. “Oh, right. I’m sure if you bring that booklet to the family gathering lots of people will buy those sweets from you.” This makes Clara happy.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“You get anything in return for it, Clara?” You asked, staring over a page with cake flavors.

“Uh huh! My teacher said if we sell so much we get prizes.”

“So, a fundraising campaign, huh?” Luigi says, setting the girl down gently.

She nods and runs back to you at the kitchen island, you tilt your head at her as she tries climbing on the tall stool. You have to help her up of course, Luigi joins the both of you as well. He slides the pamphlet over to himself and starts flipping through it, being his little food-desperate self, his stomach growled. “Daddy!” Clara laughs. 

“I didn’t have a big lunch.”

“I’m hungry too, mommy can we have a snack?”

You debated a moment and nodded, “yes, but you’re gonna have some fruits ‘cause I’m going to start dinner soon, plus we agreed you’d eat those strawberries I bought you.” You state, brushing one of her long curls from her face. She sighs dramatically, “I don’t want fruit, I want chips.” Luigi monitors the disagreement, but doesn’t say anything as he’s pretty aware that you’ll be able to handle it calmly yet effectively. “Clara, we agreed if I got you the strawberries and pineapples you’d eat them until they were gone.”

“Yeah I know, momma.” She pouts. “I’ll cut them up for you, but maybe tomorrow you can have some chips as a snack.” You stated.

“Okay.” She smiles, very obviously not happy with the outcome, but chooses it’s best not to make a big argument out of it. 

“Hey sweetpea,” Luigi whispers to Clara, whose head pops up at the sound of her dad’s voice. “Yeah?”

“If you eat your snack, and don’t give mommy any more headaches, you ‘n me will go get ice cream later tonight, how’s that sounds?”

Her cheeks flush and she giggles, nodding excitedly. “Yes!”

“Shh, darling,” He chuckles, lifting her up to take her to the living room. Her favorite show usually was on about this time of day. It was admirable, Luigi had such a soft spot for her, he always put her as a main priority, but he could be assertive when needed, although he hated getting onto her when she was in trouble. Of course, that ending up being your job, for some godforsaken reason. “I don’t want her to think I hate her,” he’d say, as if you wanted her to think that about you! You guys never had cruel punishments or disciplined her heavily — yes, you’d get onto her, maybe smack her hand if she was messing with something breakable or if she was mean to one of the cousins, nothing that would ever make her second-think everything she ever did. Mistakes happen, if she stained/ruined something, why get pissed off? You never understood some parents. Similarly, Luigi never forced anything, like how his mother always wanted him to be “formal” at the dinner table.

Who cares how you hold your fork? Unless you’re royalty. He would fight it off as a child, it was hilarious when he told you about that, because sometimes Clara acted the same way. She was very opinionated for a seven-year-old.

As you cooked, the two accompanied one another on the couch, little crunches from Clara chewing her fruit and the TV echoed softly. Clara ended up taking a nap and Luigi came into the kitchen, watching you intently. Sometimes he did that, he’d watch you cook and either admire it or tell you what you were doing wrong. Pretty sure he picked that up from his mom too, since cooking was a big thing in their large, Italian family. Today he opted out and just wrapped his warm arms around your waist and peppered soft kisses on your neck as you cooked.

“Lu,” you murmur. “I’m trying to cook, and be careful this grease is popping everywhere.”

“Spaghetti again?” He says, playfully nipping at your exposed shoulder.

“Clara likes it.” You replied, tensing at his teeth.

“I’ve eaten too much pasta in this lifetime.” He groans. You smile, “There’s other leftovers in the refrigerator. The homemade pizza, and red chili.”

“Red chili huh?”

“Day before yesterday, just warm it up and put it on a tortilla or rice. There’s still some of that in there too.” You say, dumping the noodles in the bubbling, boiling water. “Alright.” He responds, rubbing his hand under your shirt, patting your back before removing himself from you.

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Long after dinner was cleaned up, you decided to shower, and after getting out, dressed and realized it’s quiet. Too quiet. You peek out, most of the lights are off. Luigi isn’t in bed yet, and Clara’s bedroom door is wide open, contrast to how she normally prefers it closed.

Then the front door opened, quietly but not quiet enough. You stand in the kitchen, tapping your finger on the other arm, as they fold together. It was mainly dark besides the light they flick on to see you waiting. “Luigi Nicholas and Clara Lillian Mangione.” You say, they pause in their tracks, half-eaten ice cream cones in their hands. 

Clara giggles and runs to her room upstairs, Luigi stands awkwardly, sometimes he was like a second kid. He licked his ice cream and grins, the residue on his rosy lips.

“Ice cream?” He asks.

You were literally going to kill him.

[mukimokai]

okay no cuz why is every kinich ship valid smh

TW: LONG ASS RAMBLING BUT FUNNY SILLY CUTSIE I PROMISE

kinlani is kinlani. like omg have you seen them: sunshine social butterfly girlfriend and her introverted moon boyfriend that she loves unconditionally. And it's a new concept for her once abused boyfriend who thinks everything comes at a cost: who gets confused when Mualani just loves him without asking for anything in return and he just loves it so much it makes him weak for her; he'd do anything for her without asking for payment like he does with anyone else because she helped him heal and she's his darling little wife who he'd do anything for.

ajawnich (ajaw with the ability to go into human form because seriously. we NEED human ajaw in more ways than one) is your typical doomed mortal x immortal tragedy in which a dragon who is new to human emotions and thinks lowly of humans slowly starts to understand humanity over the years with his infuriating yet kind human companion. Both are emotionally constipated fools; Ajaw pining like a lovesick idiot because he's supposed to hate his companion and want him dead but when that day of death finally comes, Ajaw feels no joy or happiness: just empty as he looks himself in the mirror, touching his face, or, well, Kinich's face.

oronich (idk the ship name, but also it exists lol) is two characters who are seen somewhat as outsiders by their own tribes: Kinich, while loved by most of the children, has a negative reputation for his job while Ororon is seen as a problem child and cast out of society. The two ostracised characters coming together in a doomed "we're kinda similar, aren't we?" Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham style (from stranger things, sorry chat) and forming an unexpected yet wholesome and definitely welcome bond with each other (they'd tend to their garden together).

lynich (a rarepair!! a popular rarepair is a miracle honestly) is two traumatized boys, the flirt and the flustered. One who speaks the truth outright, and one who's every word is a lie. One who thinks everything comes at a price, and one who thinks everything is a trick. When Lyney tells Kinich about his connections with the Fatui, Kinich isn't mad, surprised, but not mad. How could he be? When he knows why Lyney joined? He accepts him with open arms, Weighing the costs, befriending a member of the Fatui would most likely leave him out of their shadier affairs since Lyney would never harm him, right? Right. Even when Lyney succeeds Arlecchino, Even when he becomes a harbinger, even after everything: they're together, despite all the complications there are.

basically yeah. every kinich ship is valid rn. those are the popular ones at least-(ororon and kinich is not popular but it has more content than any others I've seen and ppl actually talked abt it at one point so it's being included)

citlali and kinich is being excluded bcz that's p3d0philia: fanbase, that was your lesson for shipping characters before we even know anything about them/before they're even released smh (/lh lololol)

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to my unfortunate realization: kinlani is poppy and branch smh (singing killed his father and made his mother run away, okay). They're basically every cliche quiet boy and cliche loud girl duo ever in history and they have that absolutely based opposite aesthetic duo vibe going on and it's wonderful i love them to bits and pieces chat.

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ajawnich is princess and the frog in which ajaw turns into a pixel dragon instead of a frog, or beauty and the beast in which ajaw's seal is the rose curse thingie, or both. or fluttercord, cant forget fluttercord. or billford, cant forget billford either. take your pick with them honestly.

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oronich is chrissy and eddie, could also see it being christine and raoul from phantom of the opera in which ajaw is the phantom, kinich is christine, and ororon is raoul.

(wait that's genius, im a fucking genius chat. someone make that an AU and credit me right NEEEEOW.)

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and lynich is kinda just there i dont really know anything else to compare it to but it's giving that one scene in tom and jerry where it's like: "I love you. *smothers in kisses* Why, you set my soul on fire. *smothers in kisses* It is not just a little spark. It is a flame; a big roaring flame. I can feel it now *smothers in kisses*" (the person doing the kissing and talking is lyney in case you couldn't tell LMAOOAO)

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anyways yeah

basically kinich harem i guess

i love being a multishipper because i can collect ships like a bitch and fawn over so many a time whenever i want >:3

also i love the whiplash between some of these: like kinlani and oronich were so wholesome and then you have AUGHHGHG angst with lynich and ajawnich smh.

sorry for rambling lmao but yeah

[heartlyvampzz]

❝𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓?❞ —- ft. blade

– no cws wc: 548 , platonic/comfort/fluff , gn reader

Thunderstorms — something you absolutely despised. You didn't mind the rain at all, but the loud booms of thunder make you shiver a bit. Maybe it was silly for a Stellaron Hunter to be scared of thunderstorms, but you didn't care.

You huddled under your blanket in your room, thankful you didn't have any missions from Elio to carry out. Your door opening startled you a bit, and at the same time another loud boom came from outside, the rain pounding on your window.

“Blade?” you question, his face only being lit up from your bedside lamp. Blade comes in and gently shuts your door, all while looking at you.

It almost looked like he had something to tell you, but he saw your shivering figure under the blankets and sighed.

“It’s the thunderstorm again, isn't it?” Blade was always straightforward — not wasting any time to get to the point.

You look away from him, eyes on the ground. You give a small nod in reply, a flash of lighting from your window before another loud boom of thunder reaches you. You squeeze your eyes shut in response.

Blade sighs, walking up to you and sitting on your bed, it sinking under his added weight. “Get up,” he says, hands resting on his lap as he looks at you with his usual frown and furrowed brows.

While questioning his intentions, you reluctantly sit up from your bed and look at Blade, curiosity shining in your eyes. He signals with his head for you to come closer. As you begin to move though, yet another loud boom is heard and you cling onto Blade, startled — he was the closest thing to you anyways.

You felt him tense up a bit, and you pull away from him slowly. “Sorry, Blade, you were the closest thing to me so—” you're stopped by the gaze of Blade, his face seemed to have softened just a little.

“I do not care for such small things,” he says as he looks you in the eyes. You swallow nervously as you hug Blade's torso, head resting on his shoulder.

Blade did not know what to do with his arms, but looking at you, he decided to wrap one arm around you, his thumb gently stroking your shoulder as an attempt to comfort you.

Being in someone else's embrace was nice, especially during a thunderstorm like this. You begin to get tired, focusing on Blade's slow, irregular breaths. It was expected from someone like him — he was essentially a dead man walking.

While drifting on the brink of sleep, you feel a hand on your head. Blade's thumb was still gently rubbing your shoulder, so you could only assume it was Blade's other hand that was now gently stroking your hair.

Blade was the last person you expected comfort from — nonetheless from a thunderstorm. You had expected to be told off by him, you were a teenager and a Stellaron Hunter, “get yourself together,” (he would never say or do such a thing).

As you finally fall asleep, Blade keeps his eyes on you. If anyone were to look at the Hunters face, he seemed to have a ghost of a smile and a gentle look in his eyes as he held you in his arms.

��� —- 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: it's thundering rn and I'm still going crazy over the upcoming blade things in hsr so guess who's getting another fic reupload. If I remember right this was an old req that I liked the outcome of so ^_^ so happy it's thundering rn JWHHDHD

★ — © heartlyvampzz || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or feed my works into ai, thanks — ✦

[churipu]

( OO2 ) ★ dude (romantically) , gojo satoru

featuring. gojo satoru x reader

warnings. cursing, 2006 highschool era, one sided enemies to lovers (alias u hate him bcs of "reasons", and u think he hates him too), gojo being such a fucking tease i love hate him so much, a lot of cringe and weird pet names from gojo bcs he's kind of a little shit, you being mean to him and you make him sad (but you'll make up dwdw, i don't need angst rn), um...kissing (yhyh u guys kissed, so what >:() // wc: 4.0k

ENTRY ( OO2 ) OF THE "INTO THE IPINVERSE" MILESTONE

"i hate you." "say that again?"

tags: @sad-darksoul, @sweeneyblue1, @idkuluka, @colorful-happy-shit

there are a lot of moments that you hate in life, but with all due respect, meeting gojo satoru has got to be at the top of your fucking list.

white hair, blue eyes deeper than the ocean. god, why does he have to be so pretty? why couldn't he be born with no hair and no eyes at all? because that, that would make it easier to hate him completely — yes, you're implying that he's physically attractive.

"hey, apple pie," gojo sings out, slinging an arm over your shoulder, "i missed you."

you pushed him away harshly, "don't call me that, gojo. and i don't fucking miss you," a strained whine escaped his throat as he feel the distance in between you both widen at your push.

"come on, sugar bear."

"jesus christ, stop calling me those fucking nicknames." you seethe out at him, standing up to walk away — escaping this hell, escaping gojo satoru and whatever tricks he had up in his sleeve.

"i know you like them," gojo sings out, skipping to catch up with you. shoving both of his hands inside his pockets, "come on, annoyed acrylic nail."

you stopped for a bit, amazed at the nickname. so amazed that you almost actually pulled out a laugh card at him — god, he's insufferable, "what the fuck was that nickname?"

"you kiss your mother with that mouth?" gojo asks, leaning down a bit to put his ugly face up close to yours. frankly, it's frustrating because he's an absolute beauty, what a prick.

"my mother's dead."

gojo widened his eyes a tad bit, "my god — pumpkin, it was just a saying." he sighs, scratching his nape awkwardly, "sorry for your loss."

you rolled your eyes, continuing your aimless walk. the sole point of this walk was to avoid the male, yet here he was, walking alongside you. silently. as you turned corners after corners, he trailed behind you, turning the same corners after corners.

"can you," i look at him, "leave me alone? why the hell are you following me?"

gojo shrugs, "no reason. can't i do that now?" you shook your head, "and why not?"

"this is — stalking. an act of following me around, i feel intimidated. do you want me to file a report, huh? huh?" gojo chuckles at your ramble, finding you quite adorable; in his eyes, you were like this small creature, trying to be intimidating.

"definitely not." he chuckled, "come on, chatterbox. you should let me take you out sometimes, what d'ya' think? sounds good?"

"no. just — don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't even breathe the same air as i am," you muttered out, flipping your middle finger at the male out of annoyance making him guffaw.

his slender fingers grabbed your hand, pushing it down gently, "are you implying that i should die?" his voice came out cheeky and teasing.

"yes."

he rolled his eyes, "you're gonna miss me when i do actually die, bet you'll cry and say y'miss me." the male laid his hand on top of your head — patting it lightly, "come on, bonbon. let me take you out, for food, for smoothies, for desserts. anything you want, i'll give it to you."

you heaved out a sigh, "gojo, no — just, no. and leave me alone."

the male eyes you, "you hang out just fine with suguru. all sunshine and rainbows, why d' you not give me the same treatment, huh?" he questions, almost offended at the thought of both you and suguru laughing and joking in front of him.

"'cause you're not him, obviously."

gojo furrowed his brows, expression filled with frustration, "what does that even mean? what's so different about suguru and i? he's a good guy, but 'm a good guy too. right?" he asks, voice low and meek.

"just — shut up, alright? leave me alone."

this time, the male complied; refusing to trail your figure as you disappeared around the corner. his eyes following you until you were gone, chewing on his lip in annoyance.

he didn't understand you, in his eyes you were like a lost cause. and it perturbed him, his peace, his life. the male is dying to know whatever the hell he'd done wrong to make you hate him so much, whether it being his constant nickname for you or was it because of the fact that he's always there to make fun of you?

gojo wouldn't be this bothered if you were like this to everyone. however — the fact is that you're only like this to him. and why? he didn't know.

and he hates it.

very helpful google.

the teen boy threw his head back, sighing out loudly — a few hours since that conversation with you and he still hasn't been able to get you out of his mind.

"what'cha doing?" a shadow peered over him, the white haired male fluttered his eyes open slowly; the afternoon sun gracing his face as he tries to make out who the person above him was.

"nothing," he muffled out, looking to the side — geto chuckled, jumping over the male's head before taking a seat next to him, "did you just jump over my head?"

"mhm," geto hums, "so? is it about y/n?"

gojo looks at his friend, "was it that obvious?" geto chuckled, nodding his head mutely, "try to think about it — as far as we've known each other, what the hell have i ever done wrong to them? i'm so lost."

"who knows? maybe they like you."

gojo rolled his eyes, "who in their right mind, would act like that to the person they like? that's just stupid." geto chuckled.

"people like y/n obviously."

the white haired male huffs out in defeat, "is it because of the weird nicknames? in my opinion, they're really cute. i mean — pumpkin, sugar bear, apple pie? you'd like to call your partner that too, right?" he babbles out, still in trance, wondering what he ever did wrong to you.

geto spared a glance at his friend, "no, that's stupid. it's pretty cringe," he honestly informed.

gojo's jaw tightened in response as he stared at his friend in betrayal, his lips parted as he wanted to deliver something — but the blue eyed male slowly shuts his mouth, pondering for a bit before delivering his comment, "okay, you're partly right. but i enjoy calling them that. they're cute, and my nicknames are cute." he pouted, his glasses slipping down a bit.

"annoyed acrylic nail? really? you can do better than that, satoru."

gojo's head snapped towards geto, "how'd you know about that one?" he narrowed his eyes.

"y/n, who else?"

"traitor. and mind you, i got that from a quiz i was playing on the internet."

geto tittered out in pure amusement, "they were just telling me about what happened," he explained, "and boy, was it interesting to say the least."

"what'd they say about me?" gojo asks, his voice soft. almost scared to question his friend, scared to hear about how you'd describe him — despite being this, "calm", "coolheaded" man he portrays, when it comes to you, it felt like judgement day.

"oh, nothing much," geto uttered out calmly, "how they can't stand you sometimes and how you maunder out the oddest nicknames on earth — oh, and how they find you physically attractive." geto finds himself whispering the last part.

geto was one to say the truth about these kind of things. except, he's now being a little cupid, alias . . . you never told geto that gojo is physically attractive. but the first two comments were the absolute truth.

"they did?" how cute.

geto nods his head mutely, "maybe you should go meet them, they were pretty intent on describing you as quote unquote, the most attractive boy they have ever met," the lie rolled over his tongue smoothly that gojo couldn't help but to grin widely.

"tell me about it, suguru. please, please?"

geto was most delighted to do so. the male enjoying this banter more than anything — if he wanted one result, it was to get you and gojo together. frankly, he finds it quite the mediocrity that you and gojo aren't in an established relationship as of now.

"they were saying how you have these pretty blue eyes that they'd love to look at every hour," geto started, "and how they actually don't mind some of your nicknames — like, sugar bear. they find it endearing."

little bastard. gojo was smiling like a fool right now, his long legs crossed happily as he sighed out in content, "i fucking knew it."

"well, what're you waiting for?"

gojo hops up, peering down at geto who was still seated, "i owe you one, suguru," geto chuckled, shaking his head.

oh, he owed me more than one. geto thinks to himself, waving his friend goodbye.

"hey, sugar bear." gojo confidently approached you, crossing his arms with a knowing smirk on his face, "i missed you."

groaning out in response, you covered your ears with the palm of your hands; not wanting to engage in the conversation right as it started. gojo chuckles softly, circling his fingers around your wrists, pulling them away from your ears, "come on, why're you always so mean to me?"

"you get on my fucking nerves. asswipe." you muttered out, pulling your wrists away, "and don't touch me."

gojo winced, "ouch. so, heard from someone that you called me attractive, huh?" his eyebrows danced up and down in delight, as if he was mocking you.

you arched your brow in confusion, because for all you know. one, you never said that to anyone. two, even if you did find him attractive, you didn't remember ever telling that to just anyone — hell, you don't remember telling anyone about it either.

"excuse you?" gojo gave you a lop-sided grin.

"so? why're you keeping up with the attitude?" he whispers out, shaking his head.

"gojo, what the fuck? who did you hear that from?" you interrogated the male, one of your hand resting on your hips, "whoever the fuck gave you that information is making shit up — no, i don't find you attractive."

the male rolled his eyes at your stubborn demeanor. well, you weren't particularly stubborn; you were partly framed at this point since you don't remember ever saying that to anyone.

"come on, why'd you have to lie to me? it's not like 'm gonna be angry or anything," you sent a sharp glare at him, because he is wrong for saying that — you made it clear you never expressed that forbidden thought to anyone. so why was he saying this to you?

"gojo—"

"why do you call suguru by his first name but me by my surname?" gojo cuts you off.

"gojo, listen—"

before you could say anything else, the male confidently hushes you down, yet again cutting your words off. and if there's anything else you hated more than gojo satoru, it's being interrupted while you were talking.

"gojo, respectfully, shut the fuck up." you scowled at him, and that indeed managed to shut him up almost immediately — the glare you had in your eyes signifying that you were actually serious. gojo can't help but to swallow the non-existent lump in his throat at the sight.

"i never said anything about you being attractive, and whoever the fuck said that to you is a pathological liar. this is getting tiring," you slowly, and calmly tell him. way too calmly for his liking, "you're bothering me. so with all due respect, can you like . . . maybe, leave me the fuck alone and never talk to me unless it's mission related. it's fucking annoying."

gojo was silent. he was clueless of how to react, a part of him wanted to get angry, he has so much questions to ask you. but another part of him just wanted to lay down low and walk away. and gojo went after the latter.

his stomach churned as he processed your words silently, his smile dropping, and his gaze softened. the male inhaled sharply before nodding his head, "okay, sorry."

and he turned his heels, slowly walking away out of your sight — you stared at his back, watching him walk further and further.

letting a string of curses escape your lips, you felt the urge to reach out to the male. call out to his name. say you were sorry and how you didn't mean that — god, sometimes you think it was you that should respectfully shut the fuck up.

" . . . goj—" you shook your head, deciding to just stay silent for now. for now.

this wasn't the first time you've told him off; and he always comes back the next day, so gojo would probably be the same old him tomorrow, right?

wrong.

gojo was dead set on what he was doing, avoiding you. and damn, he was pretty good at it — that it pisses you off. because why isn't he calling you those weird nicknames? why isn't he trailing after you anymore? why isn't he talking to you? why isn't he batting an eyelash at you? one week and still going strong.

"heartbreak problems?" geto appears beside you, taking a seat next to you, whistling out loudly, "over satoru? that's a first."

you wanted to retort back to the male, but honestly, there isn't any point to it. so you actually bobbed your head, "guess so," you muttered out lowly, balling your fists.

"what happened?"

his question made you side eye him, you were pretty sure gojo would've told him by now — after all, they're quite the pair at school. so this was an honest surprise, "shit happened. i said things that i obviously didn't mean, and now i'm suffering the consequences of my own actions, fairly enough, it fucking sucks."

"so, you're openly admitting to me that you do like him?" geto questioned softly, his eyes traveling to the ceiling of the classroom, "satoru? the one you shit-talk about every single day?"

you grunted, "jus' because i shit-talk him. doesn't mean i hate him," geto blinked feverishly before laughing out, "the hell are you laughing at, asswipe?"

"i told him you found him attractive. but i guess things didn't go as i expected," geto spouts out the truth, his laugh dying down slowly into a small smile, "what did'ya say to him?"

"thought you'd know by now, and that was you? fuck." you murmur out, "i told him to leave me alone and never talk to me unless it's mission related. i said it was annoying— that he was annoying."

geto hums out, "why're you always so angry towards him anyways?"

good question. why?

"that's . . . none of your concern, suguru." you ended up shutting down his question, chewing your lips in pure annoyance.

the male raises his hands up, "right. it's not mine — but it is satoru's, you should talk to him," he advices, "he's been miserable, trust me."

"he looks like he's doing fine, and doesn't he like . . . hate me?" geto raises a brow in disbelief, wondering if you were just plain dumb or too oblivious — or both. the male shakes his head, "oh. i thought he would by now."

"y'think he would do all that thing to you when he hates you?"

"well, it's him so it wouldn't be surprising. really." you chuckled out hoarsely, "and are you really giving me advice right now? because i can't fucking believe i'm actually getting an advice from you out of all people."

"that offended me." he smiled.

"well, sorry. i've never taken you for the advice giver type of person, so? is it really my fault?" you questioned, making the male roll his eyes in response.

"you have a man to chase, why are you still talking to me?"

right. you did, "bye suguru, i owe you one."

geto sighs out, remembering the same words that gojo had said to him a week before — and how the tables have turned. he was thoroughly enjoying this all.

"gojo."

the male stopped when heard your voice. your sweet, loving voice. oh how he missed it — your voice, your glare, you. finally sparing his first glance at you after a week.

it was hard. he's miserable. he wanted to approach you, he wanted to call you the nicknames he'd searched on google before morning comes, he wanted to talk to you even if it ended up on you scolding him with very nice words, he wanted to see you. gojo just wanted to see you.

the white haired male has never felt so miserable in his life. this was the farthest he has ever been from you, and it was honestly killing him inside.

"what?" he asks, wondering if he had done yet again, something to make you approach him first like such. because one thing he was confident in is that, you, y/n l/n, would never approach him for anything besides missions or . . . anger, "what did i do wrong this time? i didn't talk to you like you told me to. so?"

"you're fucking unbearable." you muttered out, fists balling tightly — very much angry at him, and at yourself.

gojo raises a brow, "i'm unbearable? what makes you think you can come up to me and tell me that?" he asks you, his voice soft, and a ghast of his blue eyes reflecting behind the dark lenses of his glasses.

"god, i hate you so much."

no, no, no. it wasn't supposed to go this way, you weren't supposed to say that you hated him — and the way gojo furrowed his brows at your statement made your heart drop. why couldn't you just mutter out the word "sorry" and everything would be back to normal.

when people tell you that, "sorry", "thank you", and "please" are the hardest words to say. you didn't take it literally — but now that you were in a position to say one of them, you could finally agree on it. why was it so hard to mutter out a five letter word?

"okay, you made it clear last week. what else do y'want me to say?" he muffled out lightly.

"i hate you." you repeated, "so fucking much."

gojo shakes his head, prompting to ignore you. he turned his heels and began to step away from you. he didn't need anymore hurtful words from you; from someone he deeply has feelings for, "don't fucking walk away," he heard you speak.

"don't . . . walk away." your voice dropped down a tone, "please."

the male hesitated, but he stopped walking in the end. gojo had only stepped away a few times and he couldn't fucking stand it, the way you called out to him — lord, if this hasn't been so serious. he swore he would be running to you right now, how he wanted to have you in his arms right now, even if it ended up with you pushing him away. he would take the chance.

it was better than having to ignore you like this.

"what?" he breathes out again, this time a little curious to what you had to say.

you blinked, parting your lips to say something, but nothing would come out. a few seconds passed, and your lips are still parted. and you were starting to grow desperate, desperate to say something — anything at this point. anything to make the male stay, to stop him from walking away.

"y/n . . . i don't have time for this." he mutters out, trying to keep his act up, even if he was fighting back the urge to just drop everything and run to you.

"no, wait. gojo— satoru." it took one specific word to roll over your tongue, and his heart was racing rapidly. his cerulean eyes intently looking at you from behind the dark lenses, "please, i . . . i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, so please don't walk away from me. don't do that again."

gojo felt his heart began to pound. the male stood there, his breathing growing rapid, "i didn't mean what i said to you — it was my fault. i'm fucking miserable, satoru. i don't know what to do," you tell him, voice lacing in desperateness, "i fucking hate you for this. i swear to god, it's disgusting . . . the feelings. i've never felt like this before and i hate it. i think about you all damn time, i hate you because why the fuck am i feeling like this? i can't stop, satoru."

the male parted his lips to respond, but you cut him off, continuing your words. groggily fiddling with your uniform, brows furrowed, eyes glassy, you continued, "so don't fucking walk away from me. don't fucking ignore me, please."

it took gojo no time to stride over to you, "fuck. do you know how fucking miserable i was for one. whole. week? do you think i wanted to ignore you? to not look at you?" his large hands cupped both side of your face, "i was fucking miserable, y/n. i just wanted you to know how much i fucking missed you. one day," he raises up a finger, "one day felt like a whole year, i can't stand it much longer. so, please — don't push me away anymore."

you look up at him, lips slightly parted, "i hate you."

gojo tilted your face up to him, "say that again?"

his fingers traveled down, brushing the skin of your neck vividly. even with his glasses on, you could see his eyes perfectly — and how they gleamed brightly. gojo smiles lightly, using his other hand to grab your right hand, placing your palm on top of his chest. where his heart was. the constant rapid thuds that you could feel against his chest made your heart flutter.

"god, i fucking love you," he breathes out, drawing your face towards his, his lips inclining towards yours — and your mouths fell together, a few seconds passed and gojo pulled back slightly, his lips parted, "i fucking love you, y/n," he whispers softly, capturing your lips into another kiss.

the hand you had on his chest lightly crumpled against his uniform, holding the male in place as you yearned more of the taste of his lips. it was vague, but you could taste strawberries — and . . . cream cheese. pulling away, you stared at him, "dude."

gojo arches a brow, etching your fingers off of his uniform. lacing them together with his — like a perfect puzzle piece, it was like his hand was meant for yours, and yours for his, "what did you say?"

clearing your throat, you said, "dude, but romantically."

the male chuckles, "you ruined our kiss and our moment, for that?" he pressed a kiss onto the tip of your nose, maintaining eye contact, "d'you know how long i've been wanting to do that? to kiss you?"

you shook your head, "no, but did you eat something with strawberries? and cream cheese? i could taste it."

gojo blinks, "oh, yeah. i had some daifuku," he replies, scratching his nape sheepishly, "why did you have to bring that up now, couldn't it wait until later?"

"dude." he looks at you in disbelief.

"but romantically, again." you added, and gojo smiles, "i can't help it — i don't know what to say."

"i do," he pressed a kiss into the hollow of your forehead, "date me. i promise i'll treat you well. i won't call you those nicknames anymore, just — i just need you to be close to me."

"what if i said no?"

"after that kiss?" he pulls away from you.

"kidding, dude."

the male whines, "stop calling me dude," he said, "can't you call me something else? baby? honey? darling? cutie? handsome? none of that?" he asks out.

"dude is pretty romantic." you rolled your eyes, "do you ever hear me calling anyone else with dude?"

he shook his head, "you never call anyone with a nickname anyways." gojo grumbled under his breath, looking away, "fine, what do you prefer? i don't do well with — nicknames."

"i like the sound of baby, or handsome. i am handsome, right? right?" you rolled your eyes, but gave out a subtle nod, "i knew it, you did find me attractive after all."

"shut up or i'm sticking with dude."

"no," he brushes his lips against your cheek, "i'm baby now. and you — you're sugar bear, pumpkin, apple pie, annoyed acrylic nail, and more to come."

"didn't you say you won't call me those nicknames anymore?" you questioned him with a light smile.

"uh . . . no, you heard wrong."

"okay, dude." you chuckled.

"y/n!" he whines.

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[moneymartin]

teen gf Shauna headcanons pleaseee

🐶 - losergf!shauna hcs

warnings: mostly fluff but a lil smut under the divider :p

a/n: i know u didn’t ask for loser but shauna shipman is soooo loser girlfriend u cannot tell me otherwise. kinda messy and trash… i’m so sleepy rn i’m writing this half awake nd lowk a lil drunk UGH

taglist: @deerlottie @ultrone

my brown eyed beautiful baby where do i even start.

def the most athletic yj i will stand by this till the day i die

MUSCLE MAMAAAA

rolls up the sleeves of her flannels so you can see her muscles pop 😮‍💨

not a gym freak though but she works her arms 100%

cuddlebug fosho

little spoon and you can argue with me about that all you want this girl loves to be held

when she big spoons though she’s burying your face into her chest all the time

she plays with your hair tho no doubt abt it

even when you’re cuddling her instead

super soft kisses all over you while you doze off

sleeps after you do just to make sure cause sometimes you end up sleeping a lil too hard and she needs to make sure you aren’t dead

well thats what she thinks.

wakes up early even though she sleeps the latest out of the both of you

when you sleep for way too long she ends up full on wrestling you until you wake up

music geek

she def loves the smashing pumpkins, radiohead, the cranberries, the cure, mazzy star, jeff buckley, pavement, the cardigans. artists and bands of that genre

had a walkman like nat’s that you guys share on walks together

also has a vinyl player that she keeps at hers so you could listen to music with her when you come over

writes about you in her journal while she listens to the music

also writes these cute little love letters for you and she’ll write what songs she listened to while writing

sleepovers all the time though she’s one of those girls

drives you all over the place too

no matter how far so that you know she truly loves you

she goes absolutely nuts when you’re wearing her clothes i fink

esp her flannels

the moment you’re seen wearing one she can only think about taking it off of you cause it looks so good 😞

loves when you wear her jersey too

or her letterman jacket

funny sock gal

wears the one w monster faces on em or something like that

south park socks… hmo

SMARTY PANTS

got accepted into brown for a reason

she’s always helping you with assignments in case they’re too hard

she runs through them so fast though it actually baffles you to how she can do it

book geek too

has probably read harry potter a million times

edgar allan poe is her main dude she def likes poems and stuff from him

genuinely has a momma instinct

before you even get sick she tells you to be careful with the cold

and you don’t listen.

so you do end up getting sick and she has to take care of you until you’re all better

babies you but is also teasing you cause you didn’t listen to her warnings about it 😭 she could tell beforehand that you were gonna get sick

unlike lottie i think shauna has the ability to cook and stuff like that

not a 5 star chef but she’s good enough for you

being touchy in her public is her thangggg

you guys are always touching somehow

pinky holding, interlocked arms, holding hands, her just grabbing your wrist. she’s always gotta hold you no matter whaaaat

not very possessive but definitely a jealous person

makes it known she’s jealous w her attitude

has those anger issues we all know it

is not afraid to make a scene in front of a bunch of people she will cuss someone out for even looking at you

but she’s just jealous cause she’s really insecure :( poor girl my god

she thinks that the people you talk to are better than she’ll ever be

you have to reassure her countless of times so she can feel better about herself cause she’s always questioning you abt it

she loves little make out seshes behind the bleachers

its def the thrill of being caught like she loves that so much 🥸

when she kisses you she isn’t rough i think she’s very gentle actually

caressing your jaw and cheeks so you know she’s there and its not just some dream 😭

loves sitting on your lap while kissing cause it makes her feel like she’s the one in charge

also cause your hands are always in the spots where she wants them without her having to ask

biting…

teeth marks EVERYWHERE!!!

dom fosho but that’s not relevant rn

during arguments this girl is ruthless

not because she wants to hurt you but it’s because she’s always bubbling up

bottles up everything cause she’s afraid people won’t listen to her

but she’ll apologize eventually after if it looks like whatever she said got to you

won’t mean anything she tells you she just gets so mad at everything cause she can’t express herself as well :(

she regrets it so fast too like she’s immediately saying sorry afterwards

def a lace girly

loves showing off her new sets for you…

red black and white are the favs

OUUHHH

whiny as fuck but also holds her noises in cause she thinks they’re embarrassing

PANTER AND GROANER FOR SUREEEE

switch i think

like if she really wanted to she could top you but she’d rather be a power bottom

have you ride her strap or whatever…

its blue.

loves when you eat her out though cause she gets to pull on your hair

makes you talk her through it and when you’re topping but when she tops shes SO bold

she loves when you praise her thats the only thing she wants to hear from you during it

makes you kiss around her tits for sure

thats where she always wants you to be

when she’s jealous you’re constantly asking if she’s okay which leads into an argument

meaning that it’ll probably lead into really hot angry sex from her

the car scene really spoke to me

initiates everything too

anyways i’m done i’m so tired

[moonselune]

Heyyyy, so I'm into really stranger things rn, whoops, but what about the companions reacting to a super buff gn!Tav who is holding back some big enemy, like one of the minotaurs or a steel watcher or something, with their bare hands to give the companions time to escape? If you've seen stranger things, then it's the scene from season 3 with the spider monster and Billy in Starcourt mall that I'm inspired by lol. Whether or not Tav dies is up to you, I just think it'd be interesting

heyyyyy nonnie, so I actually have not watched it but my friend is so she helped me with this one for the vibe, so if its not right we blame her (affectionately)

BG3 Party | Go

The Steel Watcher’s footsteps were like the aftershocks of some long-dead god's wrath.

Each one cracked through the brittle bones of the ruined temple, shaking the shattered pillars and raining stone dust from above like gray snow. The ceiling was a jagged wound torn open to the blood-red dusk, the sky roiling with smoke and arcane afterburn. The Watcher shoved its titanic form through the arched corridor, claws ripping into ancient stone, casting molten sparks that hissed as they hit your skin.

Wyll was bleeding, one hand pressed to his ribs, gritting his teeth to keep from groaning. Shadowheart was beside him, her limp worsening with every step, but she didn’t let go of him. Gale’s robes were singed, magic fizzling in his palms as panic made his usually methodical hands tremble. Lae’zel growled low, spitting blood to the ground and shifting into a fighter’s stance—despite the gash along her flank still seeping crimson. Karlach had taken a blow meant for Astarion, and now the vampire spawn was half-dragging her toward the breach in the rubble that led out—muttering every curse he knew and probably inventing a few more.

There was no time. Not with that thing charging. Not with the ceiling threatening collapse. Not with the way your friends were barely standing. And there was only one of you left upright between the Steel Watcher and the companions you loved like family.

You took a step forward.

“Go.” Your voice cracked like thunder across the chaos, cutting through groans and coughing and the whine of bent metal like a divine command.

They didn’t listen.

Of course they didn’t.

“No—absolutely not!” Shadowheart snapped, panic painted over her features. “We stay together!”

“Tav, don’t be a fool!” Gale shouted, and despite the fear in his voice, it still carried that sharp, academic scolding tone. “There’s no tactical advantage in martyrdom!”

“You will not die while I still draw breath!” Lae’zel snarled, teeth bared like a cornered beast. “Stand aside, I will strike it down myself if I must!”

“I just got these ribs fixed, Tav!” Karlach groaned from the floor. “You are not going out without me.”

Astarion’s voice rang clear over the bickering, laced with fury. “You absolute meat-headed idiot! You can’t punch a Steel Watcher to death!”

Then the Steel Watcher screeched. The sound was like a war horn forged in the depths of the Nine Hells. A claw the size of a wagon wheel arced down toward you with enough force to level a building—

And you caught it.

You caught it. With your bare hands.

The impact split the stone under your boots, your knees buckled for a moment—but you didn’t fall. Every muscle in your body screamed, tendons taut like drawn bowstrings. Sparks burst along your forearms as magic surged unbidden through you, skin burning with the contact of raw steel and searing heat.

But you held.

You held.

A gasp echoed behind you.

“You’re insane,” Gale breathed, his voice raw with disbelief.

“GO!” you roared, voice cracking like a whip. “Get out of here!”

“I will not leave you!” Lae’zel shouted, charging forward—but Karlach, of all people, snagged her arm and yanked her back.

“No,” Karlach hissed, voice tight with pain. “No. We have to go. They’re buying us time.”

Lae’zel screamed in rage.

“You’re a beautiful dumbass,” Karlach croaked. “I hate that this is working.”

“Get them out, Karlach,” you grunted, feet sinking a half inch deeper into the stone with every second. “That’s an order.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Astarion shouted. “You don’t get to die and leave us with her!” He gestured to Lae’zel, who snarled. “We’ll kill each other!”

Wyll’s voice finally broke through it all—hoarse, barely a whisper: “We’ll come back. I swear to you, we’ll come back for you.” His eyes were glassy. “Just—please. Don’t die while I’m not looking.”

You didn’t reply. Couldn’t. Your hands were blistering from the heat. The Watcher reeled back, preparing another strike. You dug your boots in, every vein in your body bulging as you forced it back an inch—just enough to shield the escape path behind you.

And then—finally—they ran.

Lae’zel had to be dragged, her screaming replaced by an eerie, guttural growl. Astarion practically carried Karlach. Gale tossed one last orb of protective shielding over you. Shadowheart looked back three times. Wyll didn't look back at all—his jaw set like stone, his hands white-knuckled at his sides.

You caught a last glimpse of their retreating silhouettes, disappearing into the fractured light, vanishing beyond the smoke and ash-choked exit.

And for one small second—

You smiled. It wasn’t pride. It wasn’t even courage. It was peace. Peace in knowing they’d live. That maybe this was your part to play.

The Watcher roared again. You squared your shoulders. Blood ran into your eye from a split brow, the air thick with the scent of ozone and your own burning skin. You looked up at the steel titan that dwarfed you. Met its glowing eyes with your own.

“Let’s dance,” you murmured.

Its claw came down again, and the temple lit up in a final, blinding blast of red light—

And then—

Silence.

Outside the ruins, the companions collapsed in a heap beyond the rubble, panting, bleeding, staring at the collapsed temple behind them.

“Tav…” Wyll whispered.

“Don’t,” Shadowheart murmured.

“I should have stayed,” Lae’zel hissed.

“You’d be dead,” Karlach rasped. “We all would be.”

Something fluttered down from the smoke.

A single piece of charred cloth. A feather, scorched around the edges. A dented coin once tied to your belt. Gale knelt and picked it up with shaking hands. Astarion turned away, shoulders stiff.

“I’m going back,” Wyll said suddenly. “Tonight. As soon as I can stand.”

“No,” Karlach replied, still staring at the ruins. “We’re going back.”

They didn’t know if you were alive. If you were buried beneath the rubble or standing in the heart of a crater, laughing like a lunatic. But they’d come for you.

Whatever was left.

Because that was the kind of person you were—the kind of love you gave.Unbreakable. Immovable.

Even when the world itself tried to crush you.

this was so fun to write and a nice break from the world. I will give you guys a heads up and say my inbox is a mess things are deleting itself then reappearing, messages are coming in multiples of five, it is basically on fire, so please be patient with me. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this, love you all! - Seluney xox

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