#the pillows on the floor sleepover vibes

[mgu-h]

Lando Review 103/? • Sept 2022 • Max's Twitch Stream

[merakiui]

jade card is giving "romantic lovemaking after a night of fine dinner and wine" vs floyd car giving "well it ain't gonna suck itself, shrimpy"

👁 👁 omg you're so right... I can't explain it, but Jade is so girly pop in his card. It's the silk pajamas, how fragile he looks (he is not fragile at all), the way he just seems so,,,, demure maiden!?!?!?! A sleepover with him and the two of you are gossiping about your classmates and getting drunk/high....... yap session that is basically done mouth-to-mouth because it is completely platonic to tongue your bestie at your sleepover. (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ AAAAAAA and the way you'd feel his erection right away because those silk pajamas are THIN. He absolutely shops at Victoria's Secret for his nightclothes.

Romantic lovemaking...... sitting in his lap with his cock inside you and you're kissing like you'll never have another chance omg,,, OTL his hands on your waist, your hands sliding under that silky top,,, or unbuttoning it enough to pull it down and expose more of his shoulders and neck!!!!!! I NEED HIM.

And Floyb...... he just grabs whatever he has in his closet or on the floor. T_T I feel like he wouldn't even recognize if the sweatpants he grabbed were a designer brand he bought on impulse or something he picked up from the thrift LOL. Lots of boyfriend vibes in his card... boyfriend who wants you to come cuddle, and if you don't he's going to playfully smack you with that pillow. He clings to his pillows in place of you when you can't come over to spend the night at Octavinelle. :< isn't he the sweetest eel!!!!

Imagine teasing him through his sweatpants and he wants so badly to take his dick out, but you won't let him and he's going to listen because he's a good, obedient eel (this time).... teasing him so much he creams his pants,,, and when you pull them down and tug at his boxers you can see the cum stringing from the fabric... so much and all just from a little teasing and dominance from Shrimpy. He's obsessed with you. <3 now please let him fuck between your thighs because he was really good and good behavior deserves to be rewarded, right? :3

[devskindawritingblog]

Heey, I was wondering if you could write a Natalie x rich!reader who loves to spoil Nat, and she doesn't know what to do with all that attention.

Like, they're at a record store where they usually hang out, but this time is different cause they're finally together, so r says that Natalie could get whatever she wanted and that r would pay for it and Nat doesn't know how to react, maybe getting a little defensive

Click to help Palestine 🇵🇸 🍉

And I love her

Natalie scatorccio x reader

AN: I tried to do a song title, but I don’t know any like nirvana songs. So I picked one that I felt kind of went with the vibe. Please don’t come for me nirvana fans 😂😂😅😅. This request sounded much like @yameoto Natalie bot. So I want to make sure I say that here. This is my own fic but I’m like 99% sure it’s based of her bot. But please check her bots out, they are great.

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divider from @strangergraphics-archive

You and Nat have been together for a while now. You knew about her shitty family life and how she grew up. Everything Natalie got she worked for, she saved up for a while just to buy herself that leather jacket. But you grew up on the opposite side of the spectrum. Growing up on the other side of town, your parents were rich. Big house, lots of money; parents made six figures. You basically got anything anytime you wanted. It was a pretty lonely childhood. Your parents were also off on business and out of town most of the time.

So you spent a lot of time with Lottie, having lived in the same neighborhood. So when she joined the soccer team at the start of ninth grade, you joined with her. From there, you and Natalie became friends. At first, she didn't like you, but Nat never liked anyone at all. She thought you were annoying and a brat. You got everything you wanted, and she was jealous, and she knew it. She never thought you’d be nice.

One day, you invited the Yellowjackets team over to your house. Nat would never be caught dead at your sleepover, but she was curious about your home and, deep down, wanted to be close to you. She caught a ride with Van, as they lived close to each other. As Van pulls up to your house, Nat stares up at your house, raising an eyebrow at Van. ”Rich people, man,” Nat scoffs as Van shuts off the car, and they both get out, heading toward the house.  

Before Natalie could even knock, you swung open the door, already dressed in your pajamas. “Hey guys! Come in! Come in!” You usher them in before Van or Nat can even greet you. The other girls are in your bedroom getting set up for movie night. Natalie walks through your hallway, trailing behind you. She glances at old family photos of you when you were little. She tries not to notice that she smiles at an old photo of you as a toddler. 

She enters your bedroom after you as she feels the soft carpet underneath her feet. She walks in, taking it to your bedroom. It's much bigger than any room in her house. The girls are laid across your bed, and some are on beanbags on the floor. 

 She makes her way over to the end of your bed and notices a record player sitting on a table. She scoots closer, silently admiring it. She breaks out of her trance when Taissa throws a pillow at her. She whips around, scoffing dramatically and flipping her off. She positions herself at the end of your bed, focusing back on the girls trying to pick the movie, but every so often she finds herself staring at the record player.

 You move over while also sitting on the end of your bed as Shauna and Van argue over which movie is “the best." “You like it?” you ask, nudging Natalie's shoulder.

 “What? ” Natalia snaps out of her trance again to look over at her. “My record player. It was a gift from my last birthday. Do you like records?” You ask, staring at her as Natalie tries to process. “Uh, well yeah, I just don’t really have that much.” She trails off, avoiding your eyes. You understand what she means. 

People gossip all the time about how Natalie lives in a “dump” and how much of a “whore” she is. You knew she had it hard, but the girl that they were describing was nothing like the one sitting in front of you. 

You ended up dropping it and watching the movie with the girls. 

As the girls all filed out the next day, you noticed Natalie was still admiring your record player. You walk over again, tapping her on the shoulder. She jumps, clearly not hearing you approaching.

“Hey, you have a record player, right?” You ask as Natalie shifts, still embarrassed that she was caught again. “Uh.. yeah. Old thing. It used to be my grandpa's, but he’s gone, so he let me have it.” Natalie replies a little awkwardly. "Oh, I'm so sorry.” You respond sympathetically. “No, it's alright. I didn’t really see him often when I was little.” Nat responds, trailing off, still awkward.

“What albums do you have?” you ask excitedly as you sit down on your bed next to her. “Uh, well, it's mostly my dad's old ones. I have Guns & Roses and Metallica. And my grandpa had an Elvis Presley one.” She states, naming them off. “Nice, I’m kind of a music "freak,” so to speak. I go to the record shop at least once a month. I don’t always buy new records, but I love to look at them. Wanna check out my collection?” You basically jump off your bed, grab her hand, and drag her over to your bookshelf. Natalies smiles a little, never having seen someone so excited to show her vinyls.

 “OK! So obviously, Madonna, AC/DC, Kate Bush, and Stevie Nicks I was so excited to get this one. Whitney Houston, Janet Jackson, and The Smashing Pumpkins as well. Ooh! Nirvana, the Cranberries. You go on and on, showing her your extensive collection. She wants to be annoyed, but deep down, she knows it’s pretty cool.  

“You have Nirvana. That’s so cool. I wish I could get their albums.” Natalie says it mostly to herself. “You want to barrow?” You ask, holding it out for her to take. Natalie locks eyes with you and is almost confused by the fact that you're not a bitch to her. “Wha-t? No. No, I couldn't; it's your record.” She says she is pushing her hand out. “It’s one of my least favourites anyway. I’m not going to miss it; I have so many Nat.” You insist on putting it in her hand. 

After much convincing, Natalie takes it home. She listens to it and couldn’t possibly be happier. She brings it back to you at school because you share an English class. “So what did you think?“ you ask, smiling. “Really good; I love it.” She smiles back, and that’s the first time you’ve seen Natalie Scatorccio smile, let alone look at you at school. 

 “Why don’t you keep it then? Gotta be honest, I’ve only listened to it once.” You say, passing it back. “ uh…. It’s alright, really. I don’t need it.” She replies awkwardly again. “Okay, Nat. I’m going to ask you a question and just answer with yes or no.” You say, and she narrows her eyebrows but sighs and nods. 

“Do you like the album?” 

 “Yes”

 “Did you have a good time listening to it?”

 “Yes”

 “Do you want to keep it?”

 “Well………kinda…..” She replies, slowing down her words, and you raise your eyebrows before she sighs and gives in. “Fine, Yes.” She replies, trying not to sound too excited. “Yay!! It's going to go to a great, loving parent.” You smile, giggling at your own joke.

 After that moment, you and Natalie Scatroccio became so close. It really shocked both of you and the whole school. The whispers and rumours didn’t bother you. You now have someone to talk about music with and share yours with. You began hanging out at the record store together almost once a week. Digging through the albums and talking for hours about music. Sometimes you would buy something, but Natalie would never. 

 She wouldn't express it, but money was really tight lately, and she didn't have the type of money to spend on a new record. Her dad would also get mad at her for “wasting” her money. She already has three records. How many more could she need? Mostly, her dad didn’t like seeing her happy, and he craved control. So she would mostly follow you around; you picked them out, and if asked, she would make something up at first. After spending crazy amounts of time together, you picked up on things. You never went over to her house; you never met her parents or even learned about them.

But you also picked up on her favourite songs and artists. Her likes and dislikes. She was such a closed-off person, and you wanted to learn everything you could about her. You found out her birthday and her favourite foods. After hanging out with her as friends for months on end, you developed feelings. And unbeknownst to you, she did as well, not that she would admit it to a single soul. 

You decided to just go for it. You invited Natalie over under disguise to show her your “new record." She was a little suspicious because anytime you went to the record store, it was with Natalie. But still, she shrugged it off. She had grown fond of you, and much more than that. She comes over and lets herself in, seeing that your parents are away again. She heads up for you calling out to tell you that she is over. When you don’t respond, she furrows her brow, calling out again before she makes it to your bedroom and opens the door.

She finds you wearing one of your favourite outfits, quickly whips around, and hides something behind your back. “Hey!! Nat, you’re here!!” You say it overly enthusiastically. She can’t help but laugh at your inability to play it cool, but she decides not to press you about it. You smile a little too wide and hide whatever you have under a blanket. “Come in! Come in!” You say, shutting your door and pulling her so she is sitting next to you on your bed. “Hi, are you good?: she asks, smiling at your eagerness.

 “Me? Yeah, wonderful, so great.” You respond a little too quickly. "Soo, what's the new record you got?” Natalie inquiries. “What?” You respond, your face twisted into confusion. “OH! Right! Uh, that was a lie.” You decided not to lie to her this time and just ripped off the bandage.

“Well, the truth is... I don’t have a new record. I haven’t been there since our last hangout. But I knew it would get you over here. The thing is, I have been thinking about us recently. I love hanging out with you; you’re one of my best friends. But I don’t just want to be your friend. When I hang out with you, I never want it to end. You just kind of get me, and you love what I love. I guess what I'm saying is that I like you a lot." You confess, finally making eye contact with her, trying to read her expression. You reach behind you and pass her another Nirvana album with a cute little handwritten letter.

 You find her staring back at you, her expression extremely unreadable. Her face is twisted into confusion, as you can see her thinking intensely. “Really?” Natalie finally asks quietly, almost worried about saying it too loud for fear of you making fun of her.

 “Yeah! You think I insisted on giving you my record because I wanted to just be friends? I want to be your girlfriend, Nat." You proclaim, grabbing her hands and smiling. You see her face light up and smile back. “I want to be your girlfriend too!”. She admits, and you smile, tackling her in a hug on your bed. She yelps in surprise as you giggle. She lands on her back, and you hover over top of her.

She looks up at you, placing her hands on your hips before looking at your lips. “Can I kiss you?”. She asks as you smile and nod. She pulls you down, capturing your lips in a kiss. She rolls over, and you laugh as she hovers over you now, pulling you back into the kiss. You both spend the rest of the night cuddling in bed and listening to music together. 

It's now been over a year since you asked her to be your girlfriend. It was a Saturday morning. You slowly woke up to the soft glow of the sun through your white curtains. You tried to rub your eyes, but Natalie was cuddled up to you, her arms locked around your arms, which were by your side. You smile softly, tugging an arm free to fix your hair and rub your eye of sleep. 

You smile, reaching up to run your fingers through her freshly blonde, messy hair. You lean closer to give her a kiss on the nose, giggling to yourself as her nose scrunches up. She blinks awake and groans, burying her face in yours. “Babe”. She whines, “Your blinds don’t do anything." She rewraps her arms around you, holding you as close as she can. “I like them, Natty; it’s nice and bright in here. It helps wake me up." You say, kissing her forehead and tracing your fingers down her spine. 

“If you needed help waking up, I'm sure I could help you with that." She smirks, pulling her head out of your chest. Her eyes finally adjusted to the light. You roll your eyes and giggle, "Uh, huh, and how are you going to do that, babe?”. You smirk, pushing her hair behind her ear.

“I can think of a few ideas...”. She trails off before you feel her hand sneak under your pyjama shirt. She places her hands on your hips and pulls you into a heated kiss. You wrap your arms around her neck as she kisses you deeply. She pulls back after a few minutes before she finds her way to your neck. 

You glance over at the time and almost push Natalie off, trying to sit up. She whines and pushes you back onto your pillow. “Baby, come on. It’s Saturday”. Natalie whines into your neck as you giggle at how whiney she is when you interpret your guys' make-out time. “I have a surprise, Natty. Fine, one more kiss." You give in as Natalie makes out with you again. She finally pulls away and sits up, getting off the bed with you as both of you get ready.

It was your one-year anniversary, and you both have been talking about what you want to do. You told Natalie that you didn’t need anything for it because she was already enough. But unbeknownst to you, she saved up a bit to buy you a CD. She wanted to buy you a walkman, but they were way too expensive. She understood why she was never able to get on when she was younger, even now.

"Baby, I have a gift for you.” Natalie says, smiling shyly as she pulls out a CD in the case with a cute pink ribbon tied around it in a bow. "Awwww, babe, you didn’t need to get me anything. Today is already perfect because of you.” You smile, but take it from her, pulling her into a hug and a soft kiss as she wraps her arms around your waist. 

 “I saved up a bit; I wanted to do something nice for our anniversary. And we both love our music." She smiles, proud of herself that you liked it. You both pull back, but you pull her back into another kiss. 

 “I have a little surprise for you, but it's not here right now. It's more of an activity; get ready, then we can go." You say, pulling her into a little kiss and smirking. The both of you got ready and took your car to the record store. As you pull up, Natalie grabs your other hand, smiling. “Our hangout spot?”. You nod and kiss her cheek, shutting off your car and holding Natalie's hand as you walk in. 

 You enter the shop together, and you both walk around looking at all the records together. Natalie eyes up a certain album—the first album you gave her. She cherished it; it was so special to her. Before her dad died, he came home drunk out of his mind, and when he heard Natalie’s music coming from her room, he went in there and broke it. She went over to your house and stayed over for a few nights. She apologized to no end, and you comforted her all night before she fell asleep and cuddled with you.

Same with the day her father died. You went over to her house for the first time because Natalie wanted to show you her mixtape, and that's when it happened. He came home early and shoved you out of her house. You didn’t want to leave her, but you didn't have a choice. You called her house phone every hour, praying and stressing about her. You ended up finally throwing on a sweater and heading to your front door. 

 You swing it open and find Natalie, her eyeliner smudged and running. Her face was speckled with blood. You were in shock and pulled her into your house, bringing her to your bathroom and wiping the blood off her face. She didn't say anything the whole time; she was visibly shaking. You brought her back into your room and let her cuddle with you.

 She told you everything after an hour. It all just came out at once. She broke down, talking about how it's her fault and how you should hate her. You, of course, didn’t hate her. The first time you met her dad was that day, and you already knew you didn't like him. You reassured her until she cried herself to sleep in your arms.

 After that, you knew she couldn't live like that, so you offered her to stay with you. She was reluctant at first, but she also wasn't super excited to go live alone with her mom. So in the end, she decided she would stay with you. Having your girlfriend with you every day was great, and knowing she was safe was another layer of happiness.

 As you watched Natalie stare at the album that started all of this, you went over, wrapped your arms around her waist, and kissed her on the cheek. You knew about what her dad did to the last album and knew it would be a great gift. “That's my gift to you, baby; I'm going to buy you the album." You say, "Smiling." "Awwww, babe, that's so sweet. I know you're sentimental, but that's adorable.” 

 She grabs the album and turns around, giving you a little kiss. "Oh, and the second part: Do you want anything else? I'll buy you whatever albums you want for today." You say as you take the album from Nat, holding it for her.

 “What? Babe, come on. I don’t even need the first album.” she counters 

“It's our anniversary; you bought me a CD. I get to spoil you. We are not going to argue about this because I am not leaving her until you let me buy them." You say back, insisting. 

“You already got me a place to stay, and I don't deserve this." She says she is getting a bit defensive. 

You stop stepping closer and hugging her. “You deserve the world, Nat. I want to spoil you, and I won’t take no for an  answer." You pulled back, looking into her eyes, not relenting until she sighed, and you smiled in triumph, giggling excitedly.

 She walks around the shop at a slow pace. She was still reluctant to pick out albums. But you ended the day with six new records. It took even longer to convince her because after every one she picked out, she tried to talk you out of it. You doubled down, and she knew you wouldn't give up. 

You both returned home and cuddled in your bed while listening to her new records together. She thanked you more, and you again told her that she was worth it. She told you she would do something better on our next anniversary. But you told her she didn't need to. Being your girlfriend was already enough for you. You didn’t need things to know how much she loved you, and neither did Natalie, but new records are pretty good.

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

"slept-in braids" for Sashnetra?

This is giving huge sleepover girlhood vibes to me <3

"You never do anything with your hair," Sasha pointed out during the third movie. Everyone else in the living room was asleep, not minding the low conversation between the teenagers.

Anetra took a lock of her hair between in fingers, "What do you mean? I put it up sometimes,"

"I never seen you curl it or anything, all you do is dye it and that's it," Sasha responded.

Anetra glanced at the other girl as she took a handful of oily popcorn, "So?" she asked as she started eating the salty snack.

Sasha ran her hand lightly through the ends of the bright red hair, "Let me braid it, I think it would be cute," she offered with a smile.

"You know how to braid?" Anetra asked. She had never seen Sasha's hair in a braid, either long and loose or in a tight ponytail.

Sasha nodded, "I braid Kerri's hair before school, and I've practiced on Kylie too."

Anetra agreed, finding some of her sister's ponytail holders in the bathroom. They were small and colorful, probably from a local dollar store.

"Sit in front of me, on the floor," Sasha instructed. Anetra did as told, minding Marcia's blonde hair and Spice's fluffy sock-covered feet as she sat.

Sasha brushed Anetra's hair with the hairbrush from her duffel bag. She felt the tangles come undone as the bristles pushed their way through. She put some pressure through a tighter spot, but Anetra didn't flinch.

"One or two braids?" Sasha asked before dividing the hair into sections.

"Surprise me," Anetra answered as she was entranced by the movie.

Sasha quietly agreed, settling on twin Dutch braids. She tied the ends neatly and tightly, ensuring that they would not come loose.

After a few more scenes of the movie, Anetra spoke up, "Can I braid your hair next?"

"Oh, sure," Sasha felt surprised at the offer, but agreed and sat on the floor. "I didn't know you knew how to braid," she mused.

"I do it for my sisters, they like having little flower clips too," she lightly smiled. "I just never think of doing it for myself.,"

Anetra tied Sasha's dark brown hair into a single fishtail braid. It was one of the only braid styles she knew how to do, having years of practice from early church mornings.

"I like it, it's pretty," Sasha said yawning, admiring the braid in her left hand.

"Thanks," Anetra said as she found the extra blankets and pillows for the L-shaped couch. The movie started its credit roll as the two set up their sleeping spaces on opposite sides of the couch.

"Do you think they'll stay in by the time we wake up? Anetra asked as she watched the ceiling fan on its low spin.

"I'm sure, and they'll look good all day tomorrow too," Sasha reassured her, as they were slowly lulled into deep nights of sleep.

[rindough]

also wow i just realized i have like no dreamcore songs except i guess fireflies by spaceouters? dunno who i'd associate that with tbh. i have a BUNCH of indie tho if you're interested

HI ANON and its okay >< not everyone gotta have those songs but i took a listen to fireflies n hmmmmm this song rlly gives me dan heng vibes

like look at his room, the floor tiles, the shelves, the desktop, his bed. dan heng to me comes across as the guy who doesn't sleep early. half the time, if you're up and walking around the cabin, trying to make tea or coffee or just get water, best believe half the time you'll be met with a "why are you still up?" or a "hey"

he'll sometimes invite you to his room where OK LETS IMAGINE his floors can be customized to whatever he wants. so sometimes when you enter his room, it'll be in the shades of blue, dark blue in fact, calm navy waves swirling below you as you take in the cool air that hits your face.

he'll have you wait by the side as he adjusts his pillows and all, then calling you over to sit beside him with your hot drink in hand. you'll talk about those trips that he didn't get to join in, the weird shower thoughts you have, his random thoughts, and sometimes, he'll even share his secrets because he puts his faith in you, much more that he had anticipated.

your talks would go on for hours and hours and it'll just end up being a sleepover. like it'll all start with a

"come, let's lay down and talk, my back's tired."

then suddenly you'll be faced with a soft smile on his face accompanied by half lidded eyes, and a "good morning."

and, you'll be standing in front of March 7 who has a big smile on her face and also a "good morning." already giggling at the sight of the two of you huddled together at the morning's coldness.

another scenario is that when he'll have nightmares of blade haunting him, reminding him of dan feng's sins. if he's ever woken up by those nightmares the night before, the night after he'll have his floors be set to those waves again, or something calming, a relaxing ambient type of setting like rain or the ocean again KSJDHF but! he'll play this song to set his mood before wrapping himself comfortably in his blankets, trying to fall asleep. he'll slowly release the tension around his feet, then legs, letting go of himself in each limb and all the way until he's fallen asleep.

These nights would be somewhat peaceful, ykno sometimes or some ppl, when they've been a night owl for quite some time, and they finally, FINALLY get that 10pm sleep and wake up at 7am??

YEA that's what happens to him during those nights, he'll wake up, feeling even more refreshed and energized, feeling as if he's taken a step forward, ready to start the day again.

btw anonnie, do u wanna set an emoji alias for urself? :OO

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 16

welcome the the sixteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. home depot catalogue by @moonguilt

“No, really, he’d love to,” Lance said into the phone, just as Keith pressed the button for the kettle to start heating up.

Those words were enough to raise Keith’s suspicions just a tad. He shot Lance an inquisitive glance while opening the cabinet to retrieve his box of morning tea, but his husband was the picture of innocence, flipping casually through a Home Depot catalog they had received in the mail yesterday.

“Oh, definitely. If you need someone to paint your insides white, Keith’s your man.”

Keith dropped his box on the counter, tea bags spilling out onto the granite.

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Keith is having a normal, relaxing morning. Lance throws him a curveball.

this one made me LAUGH. out LOUD. it’s domestic and fluffy and FUNNY dear god, like it’s such a lance thing to do and such an objectively funny prank that i just!! literally just typing this makes the urge to reread it too great my hand has been forced.

2. kindling by @moonguilt

Lance struggles with his attraction to Keith during training, and it all comes to a head when Keith corners him afterwards to ask why he was off his game today.

Prompt from tumblr: Angry Kiss.

one of my fave vld tropes EVER is lance being whipped and then equally as furious that he’s attracted to keith at all. it’s endlessly funny to me. and then keith being the eyebrows raised, not surprised one??? gets me every time. also keith is a massive sweetheart in this fic and i love him

3. chocolate granola bars by @moonguilt

“A pillow fort sleepover!” Lance cried out, leaping up with such alacrity that Pidge had to grab her laptop to prevent it from sliding to the floor.

“No way, we're not—” Pidge stopped and blinked, exchanging a glance with Hunk, then looking back at Lance again. “... Oh.” She evidently had not been expecting such a tame suggestion. “Okay.”

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Or, Lance is bored out of his mind and decides to organize a sleepover with the squad. Nonsense ensues, and Lance works through some confusing emotions—particularly those involving a certain mullet-haired team leader.

okay there are too many good things about this fic i cannot choose which to highlight, and so i will mention them all. ahem: a) lance is a ray of sunshine who regularly uses his power of cuteness to his advantage, b) adorable team bonding, c) shiro is a dorky nerd, d) HEALTHY LANCE AND ALLURA COMMUNICATION, e) krolia and romelle have actual characters, f) lance has allergies which isn’t rly important but he gives me a vibe that he’s allergic to several things and it’s very validating to see it in fic, g) lance validation and feeling expression for the piece of shit game show episode, h) observant lance!! and i) literally the most painful and necessary and well-written klance fight i’ve read in a while! hurt badly but was resolved wonderfully 10/10

4. Terminal Velocity by @speakswords [GORE WARNING]

The only fate worse than being tortured to death is watching, helpless, while the person you love most takes your place.

this is one of my fave vld fics of all time. although fair warning it is very violent for a good chunk of time. the story is EXCELLENT, the entire thing will have u biting ur nails in terrified anticipation and i mean that literally. whole time i was gagged. at the edge of my seat. AND i have several specific lines screenshotted bc the pure fucking devotion and care knocked me out of the water

5. you and me are cosmic dust by Yuu_chi

Knowing that your team loves and trust you no matter what and believing it are two very different things.

i LOVE keith angst. i know this fandom is very langst heavy and honestly i am too but sometimes keith angst is so so good. and this fic is one of them!! excellent read and features observant lance as well. OH and there’s a little sprinkling of suave keith in here too lol

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!    

[prince----charming]

Sleepover!

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Title: The Sleepover Before the Storm

It was one of those rare nights where everything felt normal—peaceful, almost. The kind of night that, in hindsight, you'd look back on with longing. The world hadn't yet been upended by the crash, by the horrors that would soon shape each of them into someone different. But tonight? Tonight was a sleepover. A night of laughter, comfort, and familiarity.

The group had gathered at Shauna’s house for a sleepover. It was a ritual of sorts, an escape from the pressure of their daily lives, where they'd shed the weight of their responsibilities as athletes, as daughters, as students. They were just a bunch of friends—girls who had formed an inseparable bond over the years.

Shauna, of course, had organized it, as she did every time. She was the steady, practical one—her room was a sanctuary, and she had set up blankets and pillows in the middle of the floor for everyone to sprawl out on. There were bowls of snacks—chips, popcorn, and, of course, the half-finished pizza that had arrived earlier, still warm and cheesy.

You, the reader, were one of the crew. You’d been friends with all of them for years, but tonight you felt especially close to each of them, like there was something unspoken in the air—a silent agreement that this night was to be treasured.

As you settled into the sea of blankets and cushions, your attention was drawn to Natalie, who was perched on the edge of the room, eyeing the scene with mild skepticism. You'd known Nat long enough to recognize the wary expression on her face. She wasn’t the type for sleepovers, and you could see her battling with herself, trying to decide whether to engage or retreat.

"Come on, Nat," you said, sitting up and grinning at her. "You can’t sit there all night like a loner. We’ve got pizza, snacks, and a whole bunch of gossip. What else do you need?"

She shot you a look but smiled slightly, which was progress for her. "I’m just here for the pizza," she muttered, walking over and sitting next to you, tucking her legs underneath her.

Lottie, who had been surprisingly quiet up until then, broke the silence with a suggestion that immediately piqued everyone’s interest. "You know what we should do?" she asked, her voice bright with an idea. "We should paint each other’s nails!"

Everyone turned toward her, and you could see the glint of excitement in her eyes. For a moment, there was hesitation—nail painting was not exactly the usual activity for this group of girls, but something about Lottie’s infectious energy had everyone agreeing. Even Nat raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, but she didn’t object.

"So, who’s going first?" Shauna asked, looking around the room.

You were the first to raise your hand, a mischievous smile playing at the corner of your lips. "I volunteer as tribute," you joked, making everyone laugh.

The others started digging through the bags of polish they had brought. There were shades of dark purple, teal, soft pinks, and even glitter. They settled on a soft, buttery yellow for your nails, a color that felt as warm and sunny as the night itself.

Lottie, ever the perfectionist, was the first to take up the task of painting your nails. She sat cross-legged behind you, the air thick with the scent of nail polish. You held your hands out in front of you, slightly trembling, not from nervousness but from excitement. It had been ages since you'd done something this carefree, something so simple and innocent.

"I swear, if I mess this up, I'm blaming you," Lottie teased as she carefully applied the first coat of yellow polish, her focus intense.

Shauna leaned over to observe, raising an eyebrow. "What’s the deal with yellow? It’s not your usual color."

You shrugged playfully. "I just felt like something cheerful, you know? Plus, it’ll make my hands look like they’re glowing in the dark."

"Good call," Shauna laughed. "We all need some glow-in-the-dark vibes in our lives right now."

As Lottie worked, the others sprawled out on the floor, chatting about school, life, and anything else that didn’t feel heavy. Taunting each other, sharing secrets, and recalling memories they had built over the years. It was these moments—these fleeting glimpses of normalcy—that made you all feel safe.

"Okay, I think the first coat is good. What do we think?" Lottie asked, inspecting her handiwork.

"You've missed a spot," Natalie remarked dryly, leaning forward to look at your nails.

"Typical," you muttered, rolling your eyes dramatically. "You can’t even let me have one perfect moment."

Despite the teasing, everyone was enjoying themselves—no talk of future worries, no mention of the things lurking just around the corner. In that moment, you felt light-hearted, at ease, like the world was still in its rightful place. Lottie added the second coat, and soon your nails were shining a soft, almost ethereal yellow.

By the time the last layer was dry, you had completely forgotten about the real world outside. You were surrounded by the people who meant the most to you, in a space that was entirely yours.

When the painting was finished, you flexed your fingers and admired the bright yellow nails that now adorned your hands. "Okay, who’s next?" you asked, grinning widely.

"I'll go next," Shauna volunteered, standing up with a fake sigh of resignation. "But only if I can pick a color. I’m feeling the sparkles tonight."

"Of course," you said, chuckling.

And so, the night continued, with each of you getting your nails painted in various shades and styles, while the music played softly in the background. It was a night filled with laughter, comfort, and the kind of bonding that only came from these rare, easy moments.

If only you knew then that the next time you'd all be together, it would be under entirely different, much darker circumstances. But for now, you could only hold onto the simple joy of the present. The yellow nails, the laughter, the way the world felt safe and full of promise.

The crash, the wilderness, the survival... they were all still a lifetime away.

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[bunnysnuff]

Sleepover.

Pairing: Everyone x m!reader. Charlie spring x m!reader (hinting).

Trigger warning: none.

Note: Happy Heartstopper day!<3

The excitement in the air was palpable as you and the Heartstopper crew gathered at Charlie Spring’s house for a much-anticipated sleepover. The night promised snacks, games, and endless laughter, and you could hardly wait. Charlie’s parents had kindly agreed to let you all take over the living room, transforming it into a cozy haven for the night.

As you stepped inside, you were greeted by the familiar warmth of Charlie’s home, the soft glow of fairy lights strung around the room creating a magical atmosphere. Charlie himself was busy setting up blankets and pillows, a big smile on his face as he welcomed everyone in.

“Hey! You made it!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a quick hug. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you replied, grinning back at him.

Tara, who had just arrived, was already sorting through a bag of snacks, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I brought all the best sweets,” she announced. “Chocolate, gummy bears, and even some popcorn. We’re going to need it for the movie marathon!”

“Perfect!” you said, joining her as she set up a snack station on the coffee table.

Nick and Imogen arrived next, arms full of blankets and pillows, both laughing as they tried to balance everything. “We come bearing gifts!” Nick proclaimed dramatically, dropping the pile onto the floor. “Let the sleepover commence!”

After a few more friends trickled in, the living room was filled with laughter and chatter. You all settled in, the cushions creating a comfortable nest on the floor. Tara quickly set up the TV for the movie marathon, scrolling through the options.

“Let’s start with a classic,” she suggested. “How about The Princess Bride?”

“Yes!” Charlie chimed in. “I love that one!”

The lights dimmed, and the movie began, the familiar scenes filling the room with warmth and nostalgia. You found yourself laughing along with everyone, enjoying the mix of friendly banter and playful teasing that filled the space.

At one point, during a particularly cheesy scene, you leaned over to Charlie. “Can you believe how ridiculous this is?” you whispered, trying not to laugh too loudly.

He turned to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s amazing. But I think we can make it even better.” With that, he grabbed a handful of popcorn and launched it at you, a playful challenge in his gaze.

You quickly retaliated, tossing a few pieces back at him, and before you knew it, a full-fledged popcorn fight had broken out. Laughter erupted as everyone joined in, tossing popcorn at each other and trying to dodge the flying snacks. Charlie’s mom popped her head in, an amused expression on her face, but she just shook her head and left you all to your fun.

Once the popcorn war had settled down and the laughter had faded, the next movie began to play. As the night wore on, the energy shifted to a cozy vibe. You all cuddled under blankets, sharing stories and joking around, the bonds of friendship deepening with each passing moment.

As the credits rolled on the third movie, you felt a comfortable warmth enveloping you. The laughter and chatter had transformed into sleepy murmurs, and you could see that some of your friends had already started to doze off.

Tara stretched and yawned. “Okay, who’s ready for a midnight snack?”

The suggestion brought everyone back to life, and soon the living room was filled with energy again. You all made your way to the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards for anything edible. You grabbed some cookies and milk, holding them up triumphantly.

“Behold! The ultimate midnight snack!” you declared, earning a round of cheers from your friends.

You spent the next hour indulging in late-night treats, sharing stories, and even playing a few rounds of cards. As you sat there, surrounded by your friends, you felt an overwhelming sense of belonging.

Eventually, everyone started to feel the effects of the late hour. One by one, your friends began to curl up on the floor, falling asleep amid the pillows and blankets. You leaned back against the couch, feeling content and happy. Charlie, who had been lying next to you, nudged you gently.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” you replied, looking over at him. He smiled, and for a moment, you both just enjoyed the comfortable silence, the sounds of soft breathing and quiet snores filling the room.

As the last movie played softly in the background, you closed your eyes, letting the warmth of friendship wash over you. Tonight had been perfect, and as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for moments like this with the best of friends in the entire world.

[sillyandquest]

I just realized something-

In the TMNT 2012 series, Kirby O'Neil is a psychologist so he could very well help the turtles with their trauma and maybe some other potential issues they never noticed.

I heard that Leo's visions of his deceased father are a potential symptom of schizophrenia. I personally don't think he has it, but I do like to think about it. Magic IS a canonical thing in the 2012 universe after all so maybe spirits do as well. Either way, the fact Leo is trying to speak to his father's spirit at all, even though he is no longer with them, is cause for concern. By that point the turtles had already met April's dad, so they could go to him for help if they got too overwhelmed.

I'm gonna add a cut off here so that you don't have to read about how this will effect that Mutant Mashup Au I've got with @possumsarenice if you don't want to.

Thanks for continuing to read!

Anyway, since canon Mr. O'Neil is a psychologist, in the Au he'd get along pretty well with Orange (Rise Mikey). He might think "Dr. Delicate Touch" comes off a little strong but thinks it's funny nonetheless. I kinda wonder their first meeting was Orange eagerly asking questions about Kirby's process and what it's like helping people through their issues. Kirby probably got a bit overwhelmed, but how could he resist this kid? (Rise Mikey in general just radiates "adopt me" vibes. Those puppy dog eyes let him get away with SO MUCH in this AU it's unreal.)

Kirby is a ball of nerves most of the time and over thinks a lot. Generally very stressed out, but he does love his daughter and only wants to see her happy. He'd definitely adopt the Hamato's, he knows they make May (2012 April) feel like she belongs so he doesn't mind them crashing at his apartment for movie nights or snacks or even if one of them needs advice.

Since I brought up Kirby it only feels appropriate to wonder about Carol O'Neil. In the Au, I imagine she's an accepting lady, if her daughter is anything to go by, and is generally very friendly. She'd also have that "calming vibe" and is very caring as long as you behave. She's a strong and encouraging mother that can and will mama bear April and her friends.

When it comes to both of them, Kirby and Carol are great friends. She and Kirby are probably those parent friends that meet up every once in a while to talk about whatever adventure their daughters went on. I don't really see them as a couple, just really good neighbors! Carol's calm nature helps keep Kirby from exploding with worry whenever May isn't home on time or something like that. I imagine both sets of O'Neil's live in the same apartment building, but are like a floor or two away from each other. May and April probably had several sleepovers as kids, so Kirby and Carol each have several blankets and pillows tucked away in case the girls ever need an emergency sleepover.

I think that both of them met the Hamato's at the same time, maybe during the Krang invasion. April and May were worried about their parents and quickly introduced them to the turtles before letting them know the situation. In this Au, the invasion lasts longer than canon, so Carol and Kirby bonded with Yoshi and Lou before Yoshi's death. Over time the two adopt the turtles one by one, Carol thinks they're sweet boi's while Kirby thinks they're kind hearted hooligans and always laughs at Blue's or Simoni's jokes.

[glitterp0prhaps0dy]

Ghost stories

It was a dark and stormy night, the wind howling with ferocity as it swept through the neighborhood. The branches of the barren, charred trees struck against the windows like desperate, skeletal hands, creating an eerie, rhythmic tapping. Rain lashed against the panes in sheets, the sky intermittently lit by flashes of lightning, casting ghostly shadows across the room.

Inside, Barb, Rebel, Floyd, Carol, Riff, Demo, and Val were huddled together for a sleepover, taking refuge in the cozy room that belonged to the two sisters. They were sprawled across the floor and beds, surrounded by pillows and blankets, a small island of warmth and laughter amidst the tempest outside.

"So, did anyone actually finish Mr. venges impossible math homework?" Carol asked, rolling her eyes dramatically as she tossed a pillow towards Riff.

"No way, I figured life's too short for that kind of torture," Riff responded with a grin, catching the pillow and hugging it to his chest.

"Yeah, and speaking of short, did you see Sabor try to dunk today during PE? I swear, it was like watching a penguin try to fly," barb chimed in, causing a burst of laughter to ripple through the group.

"Oh, come on, guys, be nice! But honestly, that was hilarious," Rebel added, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she mimicked the failed dunk attempt, her arms flailing comically.

The room was filled with their chatter, the storm outside momentarily forgotten as they exchanged stories and banter. They delved into discussions about the latest school gossip, debated over the best video game released that year, and shared their most embarrassing moments, each tale more ridiculous than the last.

As the laughter continued, a sudden gust of wind slammed against the house, louder than before, as if warning them of what was to come. Then, without warning, the room plunged into darkness, the cheerful chatter replaced by surprised shouts and the storm's wrath filling their sudden silence.

"The power's out!" Val exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

"Perfect! This just turned into a real horror movie night," Demo said, his voice echoing slightly in the dark room as he fumbled around for his flashlight.

They quickly scrambled to gather candles and any other light sources they could find, their voices now a blend of nervous laughter and mock bravado as they prepared to weather the storm in true sleepover style, amidst tales of ghost stories and the roaring storm outside.

"Well... we can't watch movies or play video games now... RIOT AGAINST THE STORM!" Carol declared, her voice rising above the howling wind outside. Demo and Riff exchanged a glance, Riff's grin widening into something mischievous. "Oh no..." Demo muttered, eyeing Riff warily.

With a dramatic flourish, Riff snatched up one of the candles, its flickering flame casting eerie shadows across his face. "OUJIA BOARD!!!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the darkened room.

"We are not contacting the dead, Riff!" Floyd protested, swiftly grabbing the candle from his friend's grasp. Val nodded in agreement, her expression wary. Barb, ever the peacemaker, spoke up, "Although spooky would fit the vibe, how about we tell scary stories to each other instead?"

The idea sparked a debate among the group, some eager for the thrill of a ghostly tale while others hesitated, not wanting to invite any more frights into the room. After much deliberation, they reached a consensus, opting for the less supernatural option of sharing spooky stories.

"So, who's telling the first story?" Carol asked eagerly, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Demo's hand shot up eagerly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Me! Me!" he exclaimed, bouncing on the spot.

"Alright, Demo's up first!" Barb declared, a grin spreading across her face as she settled in, ready to be entertained.

Demo cleared his throat dramatically, his eyes darting around the dimly lit room. "Alright, gather 'round, my friends, for I have a tale to send shivers down your spines," he began, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper.

"Once upon a time, in a dark and gloomy forest much like this one," Demo began, "there lived a group of friends, just like us. They were out on a camping trip, seeking adventure and thrills." He paused for effect, his gaze sweeping over his audience, their faces a mix of anticipation and skepticism.

"As they huddled around the campfire, swapping stories and sharing laughs, they began to notice something strange. A faint rustling in the bushes, a chilling breeze that seemed to whisper their names," Demo continued, his voice growing more animated with each word.

"And then, out of the darkness emerged... the dreaded Sock Monster!" he exclaimed, his arms flailing dramatically. "Yes, you heard me right. The Sock Monster, a creature of legend said to steal socks from unsuspecting campers!"

The group erupted into laughter at the absurdity of Demo's story, their skepticism outweighing any sense of fear. "Seriously, Demo? A Sock Monster?" Riff chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

"Hey, it's scarier than you think!" Demo protested, though he couldn't help but grin at their reaction.

Floyd laughed, shaking his head. "But trolls don’t wear socks... or shoes for that matter," he pointed out, amusement clear in his voice.

Carol's eyes glinted with mischievous delight as she declared, "My tuuuuurn!" Her laugh then morphed into a cackling echo that could rival any witch from a children’s fairy tale.

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a hushed, eerie whisper. "There once stood an old house at the edge of town, known by all as the Murder House. It was said that anyone who dared to enter its doors at night would hear the whispers of the past—cries of those who met their grisly end within its walls."

Carol paused to ensure she had everyone's rapt attention before continuing. "One stormy night, much like tonight, a group of teenagers decided to test the legend. They entered the house, laughing off the warnings. As they explored, the house seemed to groan and creak with every step they took, almost as if it were alive."

She lowered her voice to nearly a whisper, "Then, suddenly, doors started slamming shut by themselves, trapping them inside. And from the shadows, emerged the ghostly figures of the house’s previous victims, their faces twisted in eternal agony. The teens tried to run but found themselves face to face with the spirit of the house’s original owner, a notorious murderer who still carried the axe that claimed many lives."

Carol's friends listened, wide-eyed, as she dramatically mimed swinging an axe. "One by one, their screams filled the house, adding to the chorus of whispers that haunt it to this day. And legend has it, those teens never left... their spirits trapped forever in the Murder House."

As Carol finished her tale, she scanned the group, noting their horrified expressions. Floyd was the first to break the silence, his voice a mix of fear and admiration, "Wow, Carol, that was actually pretty creepy."

Val hugged her arms around herself, shivering slightly. "Yeah, remind me never to let you pick our movie nights," she said, half-joking, half-serious.

Barb, still looking a bit unsettled, added, "Definitely better than your usual ghost stories. I’m not looking forward to sleeping tonight."

Their nervous laughter filled the room, each secretly hoping they wouldn’t be the next to tell a tale, as Carol’s story had set a chillingly high bar.

Riff stood up, clearing his throat dramatically as he prepared to dive into his own "terrifying" tale. "Alright, gather 'round for a true horror story," he began, his voice tinged with mock solemnity. "This is the chilling tale of the eighth-grade prom rejection."

He paused for effect, glancing around at his friends who were already smirking, anticipating the twist in his story. "There I was, armed with courage and a bouquet of the finest supermarket flowers. I walked up to my best friend, heart pounding, ready to ask the big question: Will you be my bestie at prom?"

Riff's face contorted into a mask of exaggerated horror. "And then—brace yourselves—she said... 'No, I'm going with someone else.'" He clutched his heart as if wounded, staggering back a step for effect.

The room erupted in laughter, the tension from Carol's spooky story dissolving into chuckles and snickers. Floyd wiped a tear from his eye, laughing, "Man, that’s the scariest thing I’ve heard all night!"

Val playfully tossed a pillow at Riff. "Oh, the horror! How did you ever recover?" she teased, still giggling.

Riff took a theatrical bow, grinning as he rejoined the circle. "It was tough, but here I am, survived to tell the tale!" His story, though far from terrifying, brought a welcome lightness back to the group.

Barb chimed in, still chuckling from Riff's story. "You guys should know, I was the 'best friend' in that tragic tale," she revealed, giving Riff a playful nudge. "He was so scared to go to prom alone that after I said no, he didn't even go!"

Riff feigned a hurt expression, shrugging exaggeratedly. "What can I say? Prom without my best bud seemed like a nightmare scenario. So, I opted for a horror movie marathon at home instead—way less terrifying than a dance floor."

Val took the stage, clutching plushies to her chest like props in a grand theater production. With dramatic flair, she began her tale of romantic tragedy and horror, using the plushies to enact each scene as she spoke.

"Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there lived a pair of star-crossed lovers," Val began, her voice tinged with theatrics. "Their love burned bright like the fiercest flame, yet fate had other plans..."

As Val delved deeper into her story, weaving a tale of heartbreak and haunting, the group watched in rapt attention. Each twist and turn was punctuated by Val's animated gestures, eliciting gasps and chuckles from her captive audience.

Rebel, ever the stoic observer, offered a casual remark. "Wow, Val, we got a whole show from that."

Floyd chimed in, a teasing smile on his face. "Val, isn't that just the plot of one of the Twilight movies?" he asked.

"THOSE MOVIES ARE HORRIFYINGLY TERRIBLE, OKAY!" Val laughed out loud, joining in the jest.

Floyd cleared his throat, the flicker of the candle casting eerie shadows on his face as he leaned forward, his voice lowering to a hushed, somber tone. "Okay, guys, I've got a scary story for you. And the creepiest part? It's actually real."

He paused, letting the silence hang for a moment to build suspense. "This is the story of the Bergens and Trollstice. You see, there's this day, once a year, where the mood in Bergen Town shifts from gloomy to downright sinister. On Trollstice, every Bergen gets a chance to experience true happiness—but the way they do it is horrific."

He glanced around the circle, ensuring he had everyone’s full attention. "The Bergens believe the only way they can feel joy is by eating a troll. Yes, eating them. Imagine being a Pop Troll, knowing that once a year, your fate could be to end up in the stomach of a monster just so they can feel happy for one day."

Floyd leaned closer, his voice a whisper now. "Now, think about the Pop Trolls, how they sing and dance. It’s not just for fun. They do it to keep their spirits up, to distract themselves from the terrifying reality that one day, their song might just be their last."

He let that sink in, watching as a shiver ran through his friends.

Val's eyes were wide, her plushies forgotten in her lap as she stared at Floyd, visibly shaken. "That's... that's just awful," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "How can something like that actually be real?"

Demo gulped audibly, shifting uncomfortably on his cushion. "Dude, that's seriously messed up," he said, running a hand through his hair. "It makes all our little fears seem kind of silly, doesn’t it?"

Barb, however, looked intrigued and a bit alarmed, her curiosity piqued despite the horror of the story. "That's... incredibly dark”

Riff, on the other hand, seemed oddly energized by the tale, his earlier amusement shifting to fascination. "Whoa, that’s some intense stuff, Floyd! Real life horror is always the most gripping. Makes you appreciate the lightness they bring into their world with all that singing and dancing, huh?"

Rebel nodded slowly, her expression softening into one of sympathy. "It’s sad, really," she murmured, her gaze distant as if picturing the plight of the Pop Trolls. "Imagine living with that kind of fear, and yet still finding a reason to sing. It’s kind of beautiful, in a tragic way."

To lift the heavy atmosphere that had settled over the group after Floyd's dark tale, Barb decided to switch gears with a lighter, more amusing story.

"Okay, let me lighten things up a bit," she began, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "So, this one time, my dad,, encountered a bat in a cave. Now, you'd think a big, tough king like him wouldn't bat an eye, right?"

She paused for effect, grinning as her friends leaned in. "Well, you'd be wrong! The second he saw it, he screamed like a little kid and ran the other way! I mean, full on sprinting with his arms flailing and everything!"

The room erupted into laughter, the tension from before dissipating like fog in the sunlight. Barb imitated her father’s frantic arm movements, adding to the hilarity.

"It was just this tiny little bat, too!" she added with a laugh. 

The room filled with laughter, each of their reactions as unique as they were.

Floyd, chuckling, shook his head in amusement. "Oh man, I would've paid to see that! A king running from a little bat—priceless!"

Rebel, trying to catch her breath between laughs, added, "Can you imagine? A king,my fearless father,all decked out in his royal gear, just absolutely losing it over a bat!"

Riff, wiping tears from his eyes from laughing so hard, managed to say, "He probably set a world record for the fastest king on foot!"

Carol, always ready to add a bit of dramatic flair, clutched her sides as she laughed. "I need to start carrying a bat around, just to keep things interesting!"

Demo, grinning widely, nodded enthusiastically. "It’s like, no matter how tough you are, there’s always something that can throw you off your game. Even if you’re a king!"

Val, still giggling, summed up everyone’s thoughts. "This is the best story of the night, hands down. From now on, every time I see a bat, I’m going to think of King Thrash sprinting away!" 

The mood in the room shifted subtly as Rebel stood up. She walked over to a sleek, obsidian vanity desk where a solitary book lay. Picking up the book along with a candle, she maintained a blank expression, adding an air of mystery. As she walked back to the circle, her gaze fixed intently on each of her friends, heightening the suspense.

Returning to the group, she held the book close, the candlelight casting eerie shadows across her face. "There once was a small little country troll," she began, her voice low and steady.

Rebel's voice carried a haunting, solemn tone as she delved deeper into the story. "He was small and fragile, not yet six years old, trusting his family implicitly—a grave mistake. They exploited his trust, working him to exhaustion with tasks no child his size should endure. And when he failed, as he often did under such unreasonable demands, the very people who should have protected him were the ones who inflicted pain."

She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in before continuing. "But one day, their cruelty escalated beyond endurance. They attempted to end his life. Left with no other choice, the little country troll fled into the night, disappearing into the shadows, never to be seen again."

As she concluded, Rebel maintained her expressionless demeanor, her story leaving a chilling silence hanging over the group.

The room fell silent as Rebel's story echoed in their minds. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows, making the atmosphere even more somber. Everyone was visibly shaken, their expressions a mixture of shock, sadness, and horror.

Floyd's eyes widened, his face paled slightly; he swallowed hard, trying to process the dark narrative. "That's... that's just horrific," he managed to whisper, his voice thick with emotion.

Carol's mouth hung open, her usual boisterous energy nowhere in sight. She looked at Rebel with a deep, unsettling worry, her eyes clouded with tears. "I... I can't believe someone could do that to their own child," she said, her voice barely above a murmur.

Val clutched a plushie tightly to her chest, her knuckles white. She blinked rapidly, fighting back tears, deeply moved by the tragic tale. "It's just so sad... so incredibly sad," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.

Demo's expression hardened, anger flickering in his eyes as he clenched his fists. "How can people be so cruel?" he asked rhetorically, his voice low and furious.

Riff, typically the light-hearted one, sat stunned, his usual smile replaced by a grim line. He looked at Rebel, trying to offer a sympathetic smile but couldn't quite manage it. "That's a heavy story, Rebel. Really heavy," he said quietly, his tone reflecting a mix of respect and sorrow.

Barb, sitting close to Rebel, reached out and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, offering silent support. Her gaze was filled with empathy and concern, understanding perhaps more than the others the weight of carrying such a heavy story.

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As the night deepened, the fierce storm that had rattled the windows and echoed through the room gradually subsided into a gentle rainfall. The once menacing howls of the wind softened, morphing into a soothing whisper that caressed the edges of their shelter. Inside the room, the atmosphere shifted from tense and eerie to calm and serene, the rhythmic pitter-patter of raindrops creating a lullaby that coaxed the group into a restful slumber.

Exhausted from the rollercoaster of emotions brought on by their storytelling, everyone found their own cozy nook within the clutter of cushions and blankets they had arranged earlier. The plushies that had earlier served as actors in Val's theatrical tale now lay scattered around, silent witnesses to the peaceful scene.

The flicker of the remaining candles cast a soft glow, shadows dancing gently across the walls, as one by one, the candles burned out, leaving the room bathed in the soft, diffused light of the early dawn peeking through the curtains.

As they slept, their breathing synchronized with the quiet sounds of nature outside, the group was enveloped in the kind of deep, comforting sleep that only comes after a night spent among friends in heartfelt conversation and shared stories. The tranquility of the moment was a stark contrast to the earlier chaos of the storm, a gentle reminder of the calm that often follows the storm.

[corvidmafia]

I'm a little sad that if you rent a room at elfsong it's essentially just camp again with zero new content and the companions just standing around. In my heart I knew a sleepover type vibe with your companions all throwing pillows and blankets down on the floor and gathering around to celebrate actually sleeping inside for once was probably not going to happen but I kinda feel like it's just a waste of money. The only upsides are you can order food and everyone is clumped together so you don't have to spend ten minutes running around looking for a specific companion. Which btw why is camp always situated in a way that makes it impossible to find people, why aren't they just in a big circle or idk labeled on the minimap. Astarion and Bale are two centimeters away from each other for some reason but Karlach is like twenty feet away in her own little room out of direct line of sight. Why does that have to be so difficult everyone come here stop hiding. I got sidetracked anyway I think it would be really nice if they had new animations or were all doing something in the room. Even something simple like Astarion lounging in a bed luxuriating because he's finally not sleeping on the floor and Laezel is hiding weapons because she likes to be prepared.

[subbyyang]

Don't keep my love on the low low (Keep my love on the low low) - Ten/Yangyang (18/?)

Ten didn’t know what he had done wrong. One minute he and Yangyang had been all lovey dovey and the next Yangyang seemed to be ignoring him. 

To: Yangie 🥰 | 2:34 am

Please talk to me

That had been two days ago. He hadn’t even opened the message. He had seen him around school but he always looked away from him and it was driving Ten insane. If he knew what he had done wrong he could try to fix it but he had no idea. He had tried to surreptitiously ask Kun how Yangyang was doing and he said he was fine but he didn’t look fine. He looked pale and like he wasn’t getting enough sleep and when he smiled it wasn’t genuine; Ten liked to believe he was an expert when it came to Yangyang’s smiles. 

“So what’s going on?” Taeyong asked as he plopped down on Ten’s sofa after he was done taking out his shoes.

“Nothing’s going on,” Ten replied, going back to his painting, reaching for the black paint, “why do you think something’s going on?”

Taeyong’s only reply was a raised brow as he tilted his head, staring at Ten until he started sweating. He knew him too well sometimes. 

“It’s not Johnny, is it? There’s someone else.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ten said, turning back to his painting, drawing a big, black ‘X’ over one of the characters' faces.

“Ten, don’t play dumb, it’s not a good look on you,” Taeyong continued, turning to Louis, who had just jumped in his lap, and petting him. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Ten said with a sigh, putting the brush down and sitting next to Taeyong, dropping his head on his shoulder, “he’s ignoring me, Doie was right…”

“Oh, Ten…” Taeyong said as he turned, throwing both arms around his best friend, pulling him into a hug, “you deserve so much better than this,” he whispered into his neck, not letting go even when Ten started to pull away. He didn’t understand how no one saw what an amazing person he was, how no one ever gave him the love and respect he deserved. 

“You’re crushing me,” Ten said with a small laugh, not making any efforts to slide free.

“I don’t care,” Taeyong replied petulantly, before actually pulling away, “what if we called the others and had a sleepover, just like old times?”

Ten didn’t feel like having a sleepover. He didn’t feel like seeing Kun either, it would just remind him of Yangyang even if he did know that wasn’t fair. But Taeyong looked so excited about his idea and he couldn’t bring himself to disappoint him. So he said yes. 

And that’s how he found himself surrounded by his friends, Jungwoo showing him picture after picture of guys he thought might be gay.

“Oh my God, Woo, not having a girlfriend is not a sign of being gay, you just go to engineering school,” Doyoung said with a laugh, jokingly rolling his eyes.

“It’s not just that! I got a vibe, just like I did when I met Ten!” Jungwoo tried to explain, earning an offended squawk from Ten.

“Anyone can tell by just glancing at Ten you’re not special,” Sicheng joined in, cheeks red from the beer, ducking just in time as a pillow flew at his head,Ten fuming from the other side of the room.

“I’m about three seconds away from kicking you all out,” Ten mumbled, nursing his own beer as he sat on the floor, relaxing when he felt arms wrap around his waist.

“No, you won’t, you love us,” Kun slurred, head plopping on Ten’s shoulder. He barely complained when Taeyong pulled his beer from him, telling him he’d had enough, everyone laughing at the situation. 

“Oh, what about the freshman?” Sicheng said, perking up again.

“What freshman?”

“I don’t know, just heard some freshmen talking about it the other day…I think someone came out or something?” Sicheng said from his spot on the sofa, trying to recall the conversation, “I could try to find out who it is?”

“Oh come on, Ten doesn’t go after freshmen,” Kun said from where he was still slumped against him, “it would be like dating Yangyang…gross.”

“Haha, yeah, gross,” Ten said after a couple of seconds, praying to whatever God was out there no one noticed the way he had frozen in place when Yangyang got mentioned, his cheeks burning bright red. He could never tell them. That realization just made him even more tired, wanting nothing more than for everyone to go home and leave him alone with his thoughts. 

He stayed for a few minutes more, entertaining their conversation before yawning loudly. That seemed to do the trick, everyone getting the hint that it was time to leave. He waved goodbye from the door as they all stumbled into the elevator, arguing over whether to get a taxi or just walk home. With an exhausted sigh, Ten closed the door before letting his forehead slump against it, eyes burning with unshed tears. He didn’t want any of Jungwoo’s engineering friends, he didn’t want a random newly out of the closet freshman; he wanted Yangyang. Yangyang who would laugh at his lame jokes only because his jokes were even worse; Yangyang who was always so soft and warm when they cuddled; Yangyang who he could listen to for hours without getting bored; Yangyang who could kiss away all his worries. 

Yangyang, who he had fallen in love with. 

Ten slid into bed, barely bothering to change out of his clothes. He could feel his head spinning and he knew tomorrow he was going to regret how much he had drunk. He grabbed his phone, blinking away the tears as he opened his gallery; he didn’t have to scroll long before the picture Yangyang had sent him showed up. He had been so happy that night, it seemed like an eternity away but it had only been a few days. Before he could change his mind he opened their messages, staring at all the messages he had sent, unread and unanswered.

To: Yangie 🥰 | 2:57 am

If I did something that hurt you please tell me

Yangyang please 

Tell me what can I do to fix this

He waited a few minutes, hoping he would read them. At the back of his mind he knew he was probably sleeping and wouldn’t reply anyway but he held onto the hope that whatever was happening between them was leaving him as sleepless. He finally gave up, typing one last message, rewriting it over and over again just like the previous ones to make sure there were no typos.

To: Yangie 🥰 | 3:15 am

Whatever it was, I’m sorry

And then a whole week passed, and then another and Ten only seemed to be getting angrier. If Yangyang had wanted to break things off he should have just said so instead of disappearing. He knocked another glass down before filling it up again, hands shaky and eyes glazing over. It wasn’t fair.

From: ❌ MISTAKE ❌| 8:53 pm

Hey

Don’t know if you remember but it’s my birthday haha

Was thinking about you

He should leave him on read. He knew he should leave him on read.

To: ❌ MISTAKE ❌| 8:55 pm

Looking for a birthday present?

From: ❌ MISTAKE ❌| 8:55 pm

Maybe 😜

Ten just stared at the message. He was tired of feeling sad. He needed to feel something else and Johnny had always been good at making him feel something else. Deep down he knew it was a bad idea and he could picture Kun rolling his eyes at him in frustration; but picturing Kun just made him think of Yangyang again, his chest tightening painfully. 

To: ❌ MISTAKE ❌| 9:00 pm

Come over

He was going to feel something else tonight.

— — 

Ten stumbled to the door as Johnny knocked insistently. He never liked to linger outside too long, lest someone saw him. He knew he looked disheveled as he opened the door, eyes wild and unfocused as he looked up at the face he had once loved. Or at least he thought he had loved. He wasn’t so sure now. 

“Starting the party without me?” Johnny said with a laugh as Ten pulled him inside by his shirt.

“Shut up and kiss me,” Ten said, right before jumping into Johnny’s arms.

The kiss was rough and uncoordinated, mostly Ten’s fault, but it was exactly what he needed. He let Johnny carry him to the bedroom, not even noticing when he threw him on the bed. And then Johnny was on top of him kissing him over and over again, his body heavy on top of his. 

“Let me fuck you tonight,” Ten slurred between kisses, hands sliding to Johnny’s ass before groping it. 

“Stop playing,” Johnny said with a snort, reaching back to pull Ten’s hands away.

“I’m not joking.”

“Ten, dude, we - we don’t do that,” Johnny started pulling away, face falling as he stared at Ten.

“Forget it, come here,” Ten said as he wrapped both arms and legs around Johnny, pulling him back down for a desperate kiss. He didn’t actually know why he had said it; couldn’t tell if he actually wanted to do it or just wanted to see Johnny’s reaction. There was a nagging of disappointment in his chest that he couldn’t explain; he had never thought about topping with Johnny, or most people really, Yangyang probably being the only exception. He nearly winced at the pang in his chest when he pictured Yangyang’s face, so he kissed Johnny harder, more desperately, clinging to him like a lifeline until all he could think about were Johnny’s hands bruising his waist, his lips marking his neck, his cock filling him up, pulling stuttering moans out of him. 

“Fuck, Johnny, don’t stop, don’t stop” Ten moaned. His back arching off of the bed, nails digging into Johnny’s back as he pulled him as close as possible, mouthing at his neck as if begging for a kiss. 

Ten came with a cry, hands flying to Johnny’s head, pushing it down until their lips met in a frenzied, messy kiss. He could tell Johnny was close, his rhythm faltering, his thrusts getting deeper and harsher; it was borderline too much, too rough, Ten couldn’t stop himself from grimacing in overstimulation but he also couldn’t bear the thought of Johnny stopping. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Ten kept repeating against Johnny’s lips, almost like a mantra, body so tightly wrapped around him Ten didn’t know how Johnny could move at all. 

And then the moment he was fearing finally came. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Johnny said as he pushed deep inside Ten, cumming with a low grunt, letting his forehead fall against Ten’s as he caught his breath.

“No, no, don’t stop,” Ten whispered before turning them around so he was on top of Johnny, lifting himself up before sitting back down, trying to ride him. 

Johnny couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Ten like this. “Fuck, give me a minute,” he said with a laugh as he turned them around again, using his body to cage Ten underneath him. He took the time to really look at him, he looked desperate and wild-eyed, sweat covering his flushed body, pupils blown wide. “Fucking hell, are you high?” he asked as he leaned closer to Ten, pulling on his eyelids to get a better look.

“No,” Ten said with an eye roll as he pushed Johnny’s hands away.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck off, I just drank a little and I’m horny for you, is that a crime?” Ten replied, hands falling on Johnny’s chest. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” Johnny asked, confusion written all over his face when Ten started pushing him away and off of him.

“If you’re not going to fuck me again you can leave.”

Johnny grabbed onto Ten’s wrists, pinning them above his head, “God, you’re such a bitch sometimes,” he said with a laugh, leaning down to kiss him, “I’m gonna fuck you again, just give a man some time.”

“Are you planning on just staying inside me while you wait?” Ten huffed in between kisses, clenching around Johnny to prove his point.

“Maybe? Or do you have a better idea?”

“I have a better idea,” Ten said with a smirk, freeing his wrists from Johnny’s hold, pushing once again on his chest, “lie down.”

Johnny did as he was told, pulling out of Ten before lying back, leaning on one of Ten’s pillows. He watched as Ten stumbled to his knees before slotting between his spread legs, slowly leaning down until his mouth was just above his crotch. Johnny held his breath, waiting for the moment he would feel Ten’s hot, wet, heavenly mouth on him.

“Tell me you want me,” Ten said, looking up at Johnny from between his lashes, so close to Johnny’s cock he could feel his warm breath on it.

“I want you, fuck, I want you,” Johnny breathed out, one hand falling to Ten’s head, pushing him down until he finally took him in, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of his mouth around his cock, still a little sensitive from when he fucked him. 

Ten let the noises coming out of Johnny’s mouth spur him on, his little ‘ I want you ’ echoing inside his head. In no time Johnny was fully hard again, recklessly fucking his face and it took all of Ten’s willpower to stop him before he came down his throat. There was something intoxicating about Johnny using his body to get off.

“You promised you’d fuck me again.”

“I don’t remember making any promises,” Johnny joked as he flipped them around once again, manhandling Ten until he was lying on his stomach before kissing the back of his neck.

“Is this how you want me?” Ten purred, arching his back and lifting his ass in the air, “fuck, get insi -“. Ten’s sentence was cut short by a gasp as Johnny pushed inside him again, his body covering his as he rammed into him, not giving him any time to get used to the stretch.

“Is this what you needed?” Johnny said, almost softly as he kept fucking him, thrusting inside him over and over again as Ten drooled on the sheets.

Yes. Yes. Yes. That’s exactly what he needed.

— — 

Ten woke up with bright light filtering through his window, groaning at last night himself for not closing the blinds. His head was killing him and there was an annoying buzzing noise that wouldn’t stop. It took him a few seconds to realize it was his phone vibrating on his bedside table.

“Shut up,” he groaned again as he blindly reached for it as it stopped vibrating. He squinted at it, his body running cold and his mind immediately alert when he saw the screen. He sat up in a hurry, wincing at the pain shooting up from his sore ass, quickly looking over to the other side of the bed only to remember that, as usual, Johnny hadn’t stayed the night. He grabbed his phone again, the brightness hurting his eyes as he looked down at the screen, the first of many messages staring back at him. 

From: Yangie 🥰 | 10:38 am

i’m sorry

let me explain

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake said:  [ nuzzle ] sender nuzzles into receiver's cheek with their nose / o & kassy

     it’s their first sleepover since kassy moved into her new apartment and it’s absolutely glorious. with her couch pulling out into a bed in the middle and the tv set up across from it, the two girls were cuddled up to each other with a bowl of popcorn and other snacks scattered about atop the blankets. they had more than enough blankets and pillows as they took turns picking the movies they wanted to watch. tonight’s roster was road to el dorado, treasure planet and sinbad. kassy wanted no bad vibes, only fun. she’d already done octavia’s nails and made some summer cocktails (courtesy of the internet and nick’s instruction), smoked a blunt while the girls had caught up on most of the gossip and now it was movie time. 

     it had been ages since kassy had seen any of these movies, absolute classics that made her grin ear to ear as the two of them laughed watching miguel and tulio fight. “could you imagine if grant and nick acted like this? too bad they’re both too similar to tulio,” she snickered. as the movie went on the girls cuddled closer, their snack bowls set aside on the floor beside the couch. it was nice to relax like this in her own space. they’d had chill evenings like this in the past at octavias but it was nice for her to host the events herself now. as the movie came to a bit of a lul kassy turned to glance at octavia who was watching the movie with bright eyes. 

     “hey o?” she said almost a little hesitantly, feeling a sudden surge of emotion that had her eyes sting a bit. ridiculous, she thought before looking quickly back at the tv. “thanks for comin’ im glad we could do this,” kassy said with a small smile before it grew to a grin as octavia turned and pulled her into a tight hug, nuzzling her nose into kassy’s cheek, are you kidding? of course i’d come! she assumed so too but the reassurance was nice. kassy hugged her back, resting her head on octavia’s shoulder as she sighed happily, “you know you can come hang here whenever you want right?”

[baahsu]

HEYYY ITS ME MYSTERIOUS ANON WHO PROVIDED THE ESSAYS WORTH OF VSCEST SMUT CONTENT AND.

1. OTHER ANON, I SAW THAT TWITTER ART AND I *THINK* YOU'RE THE ARTIST AND JUST KNOW I ALMOST ACTUALLY CRIED (/POS) UPON SEEING IT. I DIDNT BUT I DID SCREAM INTO MY PILLOW FOR REAL THO WHEN I SAW THE YONJI ONE. I ACTUALLY GASPED IRL OUT OF JOY LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA

ahem. apologies for yelling!!! but 2. op please do NOT delete ur twitter post (unless You want to, ofc) of my writing!! it made me so very happy to see that you liked my stuff sm that you went thru the effort of putting it on another site- like that is SO heartwarming and kind tf?? 🥺💗❤💙🖤💚

BUT happy yelling aside, im here to do my job and provide more content for ye. of many flavors, actually!! but ill start w this one and then probably continue my insane vscest ramblings in other asks lmao. if you don't vibe with this Mashup of characters then feel free to ignore this :]] <3<3

so. tumblr user baashu. i saw that you were in a ronami mood on Bird App. so. hear me out, maybe. robin, nami, and reiju all have a sleepover (emphasis on the Sleep part, but no one other than those 3 has to know that ;]) on the sunny!! reijus visiting, as she does

and sanji, hearing about this so-called sleepover through the grapevine, decides he's going to be a good nakama and little brother and surprise them with their favorite snacks and drinks!! sleepovers are always better with good provisions, especially for ones that go all night long

however. sanji was not expecting to open that door (yes it was unlocked for plot purposes and he didnt knock because he had like 7 different plates in his hands let me HAVE this) and see his 3 favorite girls going down on one another.

that boys cigarette fell STRAIGHT out his mouth- a tiny noise escaping him as all 3 girls heads snapped to look at him. he was ready to bolt SO fast, throwing the food he made as gently as he could onto a nearby counter and saying sorry about 40 times per second. he wasnt even halfway out the door before an array of arms sprouting from the floor dragged his ass towards the bed

you KNOW those girls are (lovingly, teasingly) bullying him the whole time, calling him sweetly degredating names. yet they refused to do more than that- not allowing him to touch/participate and yet refusing to let him leave the room

nami calling him a pervert, talking about how for every minute he's in there he gets 5% more debt added to what he already owes her (reijus head was between her thighs as she said all this, btw). robins flirtatiously scolding him about bad manners, leaning over to run her fingers across his cheek and neck as namis head layed on her naked lap. and reijus mouth was too busy to comment, but every once in a while she let out a giggle of agreement when one of her other two partners said something that really made blood drip out of sanjis nose

and once pretty boy was all hot and heavy, the only reason he was locked in place being the disconnected arms restricting his movements? they all take their sweet, sweet time in pleasing him.

AND HES NOT FUCKING COMPLAINING LMAO. this idiot got not one, not two, but THREE hot women to dom him, somehow, by just showing up at the right time. he's taking everything they put him through in stride, whether that be sudden overstimulation or tortuously slow edging, he's loving All Of It

they go the rest of the night until the sun is halfway up, the only reason they let him go being because if they didnt, luffy would come barging in, asking when and why breakfast hadnt been made

and so sanji walks out with an exhausted sense of satisfaction, rumpled close, weak knees, and a dopey smile on his face as he thinks about what to make that day to thank his lovely ladies for this equally as lovely gift

...or i should say he *limps* out, actually. what. you think all of of those girls didn't peg that man until he was screaming???

HAHAH OKOK IM DONE IM DONE I HOPE THIS WAS ALRIGHT AND NOT OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE??? you says you ship allsan so. i hold this rarepair of mine up for you to look at with big eyes and shakey hands lmao

ANYWAYS i need to go write like. actual vscest now that i can post on ao3 someday. uh. see you oshdafafafafwy??? <3<3

AS SOON AS YOU PUT ROBIN NAMI AND REIJU IN THE SAME SENTENCE I KNEW THIS WOULD BE GOOD

THEY'RE LIKE THE OFFICIAL BULLYING SANJI SQUAD FOR ME! And sure reiju might go soft on him because reasons, but she has no problem teasing him and calling him sweet names. She can just let the harder stuff for robin and nami while she busies herself with their bodies instead

And imagining all of robin's arms and hands sprouting everywhere and completely pinning sanji down?? It's so good and so hot, so effortless for her and so effective. Not that sanji really needs to restrained, only look from nami and he'd be motionless, but it's just the fact that robin wants to do it and she knows sanji will melt and let them do whatever they want with him afterwards

I can totally picture nami playing hot and cold with him, one second praising him for being a good boy, on the other calling him a pervert, then saying he's so good to them, so attentive, then saying he's crossed a line and he should've knocked, such a bad, naughty boy that he is

Sanji's lucky he didn't need a blood transfusion after all that. But I mean, reiju was right there, he would've been fine and it would've been worth it

Also I just have to mention how sweet it was of sanji to think about getting them snacks 😭 I think he deserves all the praises just for that

[andromerot]

fmk Veratrine, Ianthe, Merricat for sleepover asks

[also imagine we are lying down on a bunch of blankets and pillows on the floor and giggling and painting each others nails for maximum vibes (can you tell I never went to sleepovers as a child)]

YAYY WE SO ARE (also did not go to sleepovers)

well uh kill ianthe (thats like sex to her anyway) fuck veratrine (she suck me good and hard through my plorts) and marry merricat (she would never. thats ok)

[nismaaya-decor]

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