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blueberrybirdsworld · 1 month ago

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Collision 4/20

Summary:

Lando always had a type : blonde, models, not ready to settle down. Yet once he met her, all his world is changed and he slowly start to realises maybe he was wrong all this time.

It's a prequel story of The Cat Distribution System, on how Lando Norris fall in love with Ariana. Could be read seperatly.

Pairing : lando norris x original female character

Genre : SMAU, Fluff, slow burn, enventual smut and angst

Warning : none

CHAPTER 4 : SMAU

Serie Masterlist

@landonorris

Life lately: city nights, soft lights, slow things 🎼

@pietra you forgot “dragged to the ballet and actually kinda loved it” 😌🩰

@maxfewtrell he's lying. man was into act II don't let him pretend otherwise

@carlossainz55 slow things? who is this poetic new version of you

@formula1fashion slide 4… tux?? okay classy king

@curiouscatfan is that a program for The Nutcracker? 👀

@slowcircuits love this whole soft mood. winter season lando is ✨

@arianariverria

Opening night in Royal Opera still lingers in my limbs. Thank you to the ones who made it feel like gold 🩰🤍

@ballerinasoflondon You were luminous on stage

@velvetdanse this is what grace looks like

@stagequietly saw you last night — truly breathtaking 🩰

@quietballetgirl this bouquet is straight out of a novel. you’re magic.

@balletfansunited whoever gave you those flowers has taste 😍

Instagram Story – @pietra

@f1casuals not pietra casually giving us ballet night with the lads content 😭 I love it here

@ballerinasonthegrid wait was doing Lando and Max at The Nutcracker??

@fashionf1blog tbh obsessed with this whole aesthetic

@quietobserver32 Lando looked like the adoptive son of Max and Pietra

@f1winterwatch #LandoNorris seen by fans at the Royal Opera House in London for opening night of The Nutcracker during winter break. Dressed in full tux and accompanied by close friend Max Fewtrell and Pietra Pilao, the McLaren driver was photographed looking very out of his usual element.

Fans were quick to clock the ballet program in hand — and even quicker to spiral. Sources say he stayed through the full performance and went to the after show gala, according to Max’s own comments he was “weirdly into Act II.” 👀.

@f1girlie lando norris watching ballet in a tux… literally what dimension is this

@chaoticgrid so we all agree this is Pietra’s doing right??

@curiouspitlane "weirdly into Act II" IS THE FUNNIEST THING I’VE EVER READ

@formulafits not me falling in love with winter opera lando. he’s just like a victorian novel character now

@gridgossipgirl he’s not suddenly into ballet y’all 😂 he prob just got roped in by max and pietra

@f1curiosity don’t forget it was donors night at the Royal Opera… PR move?? 👀

@midfielddreams let’s be real: this is 100% media team damage control for the party boy Lando headlines

@offtrackantics tbh i wouldn’t be shocked if McLaren told him to show face and act classy for once lol

@slowburnsundays he looked good. that’s all i’m taking from this. tux Lando supremacy

@gridoverdramatic we’ve gone from ibiza yachts to ballet in a month 😭 PR team is working overtime

@f1goat not buying the “soft boy era” spin yet. we’ve seen the club videos. we remember.

@quietlyofftrack maybe he was just trying to support pietra. like. sometimes guys do wholesome things to balance the chaos

@fansofthegrid i know everyone’s like “image change!!!” but honestly?? maybe he just likes dressing up and sitting down for 2 hours

Texts messages :

Unknown Number hi so, this might be weird unless it’s not? I don’t know

Ariana Who is this?

Unknown Number right, yeah sorry it’s Lando from the other night I get your number trough the dancers contact list I hope it's okay, I swear I’m not weird

Ariana …Norris?

Lando yes, that one Formula One guy bad-at-tuxedos guy

Ariana I remember You weren’t that bad at tuxedos

Lando 😅 thanks I practiced standing still in a mirror beforehand

Ariana Impressive. So, what’s this text about?

Lando right, yeah ok so this isn’t like a thing like it’s not a date not that I wouldn’t, I mean it could be not that it has to be I just thought—

Ariana Breathe.

Lando okay resetting hi again

Ariana Hello again.

Lando I wanted to see if you might want to come to this gathering thing, not like a wild party or anything just friends, pizza, blankets, probably candles Pietra said something about fairy lights and “safe vibes”

Ariana That��s… quite the pitch

Lando I panicked halfway through and committed to the bit

Ariana I could tell So you’re inviting me to a not-a-party?

Lando yes, very chill Max is hosting and Pietra’s coming no pressure at all, if you hate it you can pretend you weren’t even there

Ariana Are you always this nervous when texting?

Lando only when the person I’m texting is kind of intimidating and elegant and casually tore my ego in half at a club once

Ariana Fair And do you usually invite said people to pizza nights?

Lando no, this is a new thing trying something different slower quieter less… tequila and regrettable decisions

Ariana I appreciate that Maybe

Lando maybe yes or maybe “I’ll disappear for three months and never answer again”?

Ariana Maybe yes if I’m not busy and if the playlist isn’t terrible

Lando Max made the playlist so yes it’s terrible but we can change it if you come

Ariana Tempting

Lando pls come I already told Pietra I invited you and she’s going to mock me forever if you don’t

Ariana Send the address I’ll think about it

Lando [📍Shared Location] okay sent thank you for being gentle with how awkward I am I swear I’m cooler in person actually no, that’s probably a lie

Ariana It’s fine I don’t like cool people anyway

Lando 😳 I’ll take that as a win

Taglist : @angelluv16, @httpsxnox, @anunstablefangirl, @chocolatemagazinecupcake, @mayax2o07, @freyathehuntress, @verogonewild, @esw1012

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claudaze · 7 days ago

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You seem like the perfect person to submit this to.. softdom!renjun and sub!reader where reader confesses innocently she wants to have his babies and it just ends up being the most wholesome soft love making ever😢

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cw. ⋮ smut .ᐟ breeding kink, praise, creampiiie, he makes love to u !! gentle ㅤdom renjun supremacy. mdni. ﾒ紀要

ㅤ作者 : okay okay listen.. i know this took forever and somehow ended up short after all that build-up LMAOO 😭 BUT softdom!renjun makes my brain melt into applesauce so i had to take my time <3 pls imagine him rubbing ur tummy after and whispering “my pretty mama” uGHGHHG ok i’m done bye 🏃‍♀️💨

it’s raining again, your house smells like chamomile and clean laundry, and the only light in the room is coming from the single warm-toned lamp in the corner, painting everything in soft gold and honeyed shadows.

you’re sitting between renjun’s legs, his back propped against the headboard, both of you under the same oversized throw blanket. your head rests against his chest, his hoodie swallowing your frame.

his fingers draw slow, sleepy shapes into your thigh as some old ghibli movie plays muted in the background. neither of you are paying attention to it anymore — not really.

not when everything already feels so.. still. sacred. like if either of you moved too fast, you’d scare away whatever spell has settled between you.

he smells like detergent and skin and the faintest trace of the cologne you gave him last christmas. the one he swears he only wears when he misses you — even though you live together now. even though you’re never apart long enough to miss each other properly.

it’s quiet, in that way only two people in love can share. like the silence has become its own language. like your breath rising and falling in tandem is the only conversation that matters.

and then you say it. not on purpose, not with planning, not even with hesitation.

“i wanna have your babies someday.”

and the thing is — you don’t even realize you said it out loud. not until you feel him still behind you. not until his fingers go still on your leg, his breath catching quietly somewhere just above your head.

you blink, frozen. your heart lurches, like maybe you said too much. maybe you crossed some invisible line between softness and too much softness. between intimacy and the kind of vulnerability that makes people flinch.

"what did you say?" he asks, but not in the way that makes you panic. he sounds calm. careful. like he heard you but wants to be sure he heard you right.

your fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie. you could lie. laugh it off. pretend you were talking about something from the movie or a line from a podcast or — anything else.

but you don’t want to lie. not to him. not now. so instead, you breathe out quietly. let your voice stay small.

“i said.. i want to have your babies someday.”

and then softer, more to yourself than to him :

“i think about it sometimes. not on purpose. it just.. it just happens.”

you can feel the heat blooming in your cheeks like secondhand embarrassment, even though there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. but it feels too intimate, too exposed. like you just handed him your entire heart in one soft whisper.

you wait for him to laugh. to shift. to say something casual to bring the mood back to normal. but instea, he exhales. and then tightens his arms around you.

"fuck," he says under his breath. not because he’s frustrated—but because it hit him like a wave he wasn’t ready for. “baby..”

you tilt your head slightly, just enough to glance up at him from where you’re resting. his lips are parted. his eyes are soft in that way they get when he’s overwhelmed by how much he loves you. like he’s soaking in the moment, unsure if it’s even real.

“say that again,” he whispers.

you blink. “what?”

“that you want to have my babies.”

you bite your lip. cheeks burning. but you say it again anyway.

"i want to have your babies, renjun."

and this time, you say it with intention. not just a confession, but a truth. one that’s been sitting in your chest quietly for months, wrapped in daydreams and little secret smiles during coffee runs and grocery shopping.

every time you see him crouch down to tie a kid’s shoe or press a sleepy kiss to your shoulder when you’re cooking. every time he reaches for you in the middle of the night like his body forgets how to be without yours.

it isn’t about the idea of a child — it’s about him. you want him to be the father of your kids.

you want the kind of life where you’re brushing your teeth side by side and arguing about who forgot to buy milk, where you’re folding tiny socks together on a sunday morning and he’s reading bedtime stories on the floor while your toddler clings to his hoodie sleeves.

you want his laugh to echo through the rooms of a home you build together. you want all of him, and all the quiet, beautiful things he’s never known he deserves.

and right now — you just want him to know that. he exhales again. his hand slides up your spine, curling into the back of your neck, grounding you.

“you’d be such a good mama,” he murmurs. “i think about that too sometimes.”

you look up at him, blinking. he smiles — small and kind and so full of emotion it makes your throat tighten.

“like… i’ll be at work, or drawing, or in the car.. and my brain just goes there. like, damn. i could come home to her. to our baby. i could have a home full of both of them.”

his voice is rough now. not with arousal — but with emotion. like he’s holding it together by a thread.

“i think about you sitting by the window, holding them,” he says, his thumb brushing your jaw. “i think about kissing you while they nap in the other room. about coming home with toys you said not to buy and watching you pretend to be mad.”

you laugh softly — because of course he would. and then you feel it. his hand, resting gently over your stomach.

“sometimes i think about you like this,” he says. “just like this. laying on me. full with our baby. glowing. soft.”

you can’t breathe. not really. not with how he’s looking at you. not with the weight of his hand and the warmth in his voice.

“you’d be so good to them,” he whispers. “you’re already so good to me.”

you turn toward him fully now, sitting up, straddling his lap under the blanket. your hands find his cheeks, holding his face like he’s something delicate.

“i’d want it to be you,” you say. “it’s always been you.”

his eyes shine. “can i—?” he starts, and stops. you know what he’s asking. you see it in his expression. you nodded and he kisses you.

not rushed. not hungry. but like it means something. like every inch of his mouth belongs to yours. like he’s sealing a promise into your skin.

the kiss deepens, slow and syrupy, and he lets his hands roam carefully — down your back, under your shirt, until his palms are flat against your spine and you’re chest-to-chest, heartbeat to heartbeat.

you whimper softly against his mouth, and he swallows it with a sigh.

“let me make love to you,” he whispers. “please.” you nodded again, more breathless this time. and just like that — the spell shifts. the warmth of the room turns heavier. the silence deepens.

your bodies press closer, the blanket slipping away as he lays you back against the pillows. he kisses you again, then lower. and lower. and the world narrows to the sound of your name on his lips.

he lowers his mouth to your skin with such tenderness it makes your heart flutter — soft, featherlight kisses trailing from your jawline down to the hollow of your throat.

each press of his lips feels like a quiet vow, like he’s memorizing every inch of you, cherishing you without rush or demand. his breath fans over your skin, warm and steady, and the way he tilts his head just so to catch your scent makes you dizzy in the best way.

his hands move with reverence, slow and deliberate, fingers gliding over your ribs and sides like he’s tracing a map of your body, learning the curves and hollows that make you uniquely you.

when he reaches your breasts, his touch shifts just slightly, still soft, but with an undeniable possessiveness. his palms cup them gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples with the kind of care that makes your breath hitch.

he doesn’t rush, he doesn’t squeeze or pinch, he simply worships, worships the softness, the heat, the way your skin flushes under his touch.

you feel the delicate ache building in your chest — the way he praises you without words, just in the way his eyes darken with desire and affection.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your chest. it isn’t just about your body. it’s every part of you — the vulnerable parts, the strong parts, the parts that only he sees.

his hands slide under your shirt with a practiced ease, peeling it away slowly so the cool air brushes over your bare skin. you shiver, not from cold but from the weight of his attention, the way he makes you feel like the most precious thing in the world.

his mouth follows, pressing kisses down your chest, trailing a path of fire and featherlight touches that make your skin tingle.

when his lips close around your nipple, suckling gently, it’s like a spark igniting a slow, steady burn deep inside you. his tongue flicks softly, his teeth barely grazing, and your body responds instinctively — hips arching, fingers tangling in his hair, breath coming faster. you want to soak up every second of this reverence, this worship. this love made flesh.

he trails kisses lower, fingers sliding down your sides until they reach the waistband of your underwear. he pauses there, looking up at you with a soft, almost shy smile, as if asking permission with his eyes. you nod, your pulse racing.

he pulls the fabric down with careful tenderness, revealing the slick heat of your wetness. his fingers brush over your folds, slow and exploratory, pressing lightly against your clit with a thumb that moves in small, measured circles. the sensation is exquisite — neither too gentle nor too rough. perfect.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he says, voice husky with emotion and desire. “so soft, so perfect for me.”

his fingers part your slick folds, tracing your slit with reverence, teasing the sensitive skin until you’re gasping. he slips two fingers inside you slowly, giving your walls time to adjust, curling them just enough to make you ache deliciously.

he watches your face, reading every flicker of sensation, every breath and moan, adjusting his pace to your body’s language. as his thumb circles your clit, pleasure blossoms in your core, slow and deep.

your mind drifts to the future — how your body might change carrying his children, how you’ll hold those tiny lives close, how you’ll learn to be patient and gentle and fiercely protective, just like he is with you now. you want to be a good mother for him, for your family. to build a home full of love and warmth, just like this moment.

he groans low in your ear, voice thick with need. “you’re mine,” he says again, possessive but soft. “mine to love, mine to fill.”

his fingers pull out just as he lines himself at your entrance, the thick head of his cock teasing your folds, slick and warm. he waits for your nod before sliding inside — slow, deep, and utterly consuming.

you gasp, the fullness overwhelming but so right. his hands grip your hips gently, holding you steady as he buries himself inch by inch. the weight of him presses into you, grounding and tender.

he starts moving with careful, deliberate strokes, not fast or rough but with a rhythm that says i’m here, i’m yours, i want to cherish you.

“you’re so tight,” he breathes, eyes dark and soft. “so perfect for me.”

his hands explore the curves of your waist, the swell of your hips, the smooth skin of your thighs. his touch is reverent, worshipful, like you’re the most sacred thing he’s ever held.

your legs wrap around him instinctively, pressing into his hips as your bodies move together in slow, perfect harmony.

“imagine our kids,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and full of wonder. “running around, filling this house with their laughter.”

you close your eyes, picturing it vividly — tiny footsteps, sticky hands, sleepy morning cuddles.

“you’d be the best mama,” he says, voice breaking slightly with emotion. “i can see it so clearly.”

his hips thrust deeper, slower, his breathing ragged but controlled.

“you’re so good for me,” he groans, lips brushing your ear. “so good and mine.”

you feel tears prick your eyes — not from pain but from the overwhelming flood of love and promise.

“come for me,” he commands softly, “come on my cock.”

you did, your body unraveling around him as your orgasm crashes through you, wild and tender all at once.

he follows, his release hot and deep inside you, holding you through every shudder, every breath, every whispered word of love.

"my pretty, very pretty, soon to be mama."

he pulls you close, skin slick and warm against skin, heartbeats syncing as you lay tangled together, already dreaming of the family you’ll build, the babies you’ll have, the love you’ll share — forever.

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thefanficmonster · 1 year ago

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Never Beating the Allegations

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: A compilation of Colby and Y/N being far too obvious with their feelings for one another for the entire world to see. Basically, a YouTube documentation spanning several channels that marks the history of this goofy relationship

"It's fucking nighttime already, dude! We're running two hours behind schedule!" Sam complains through a smile, shaking his head at Colby who's trailing behind him with bags full of snacks. "All because someone spent those two hours scouring a store!

They're currently in Canada following the filming of a couple investigations for Hell Week with Kris and Celina. As Sam said, they were supposed to be two hours along the road back home already - a very tiny portion of their roadtrip back, seeing as how they didn't get to buy plane tickets on time. So, they settled for a two day roadtrip and the adventure it would bring on.

Colby, not at all bothered by Sam's accusations, smiles at the camera, "I promised Y/N I'd bring back signature Canadian snacks for her. There is no chance in hell I go home empty-handed. She'd kill me." As if to prove he is serious about his quest, he lifts the two heavy looking bags for the camera to get a better shot of them.

Sam's smile falters, replaced by a highly offended frown, "So you're telling me we're not gonna eat any of those snack on the road?" Colby - folding with laughter, mind you - shakes his head. "Are you fucking ki-...."

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"I'm almost done!" Y/N calls out from her spot in front of the mirror where she's been stuck for the past thirty minutes trying to even out her winged liner.

A groan comes from a far distance but is still picked up by her phone microphone and is heard by the audience of Y/N's Instagram live, "You keep saying that!"

Not ten seconds later, the door is thrown open, provoking a laugh from the girl. She lowers her hand and takes her attention away from her reflection to pay her roommate proper acknowledgement. "Give me a second, sheesh! Can't a girl make herself pretty in peace?"

Although he never enters the frame fully, the live chat is already flowing with cheers of Colby's name. Whether it was wishful thinking or an educated guess on their part is a mystery. Regardless, they're entirely correct, their suspicions confirmed when they hear his voice and see his arm come into frame, his hand cupping Y/N's chin to tilt up her face.

"You're always pretty." He says, causing her to roll her eyes. At that, he boops her nose with his pointer finger before withdrawing his arm, "You have five minutes to wrap things up."

Y/N's gaze lingers on him until he's out of sight. She shakes her head and catches the camera's eye in the mirror reflection, "The audacity on that man. Tsk

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@_y/n_dragonfly Fuck Valentine's Day @_colbybrock

Needless to say, the comments went wild, running with this post on Y/N's Instagram as unofficial proof of the ship the fandom seems to hold so near and dear to their hearts.

Hope dies last, after all. Maybe one day their ship might set-sail.

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"Ok, so, update..." Colby chuckles, looking away from the camera he's currently holding blogging style to make sure he doesn't trip on anything, "We were supposed to go grab food before starting the investigation, but then...." He flips the camera to show the backyard of the abandoned house they'll be exploring tonight, "Y/N found a trampoline in the backyard."

As the camera focuses, both Sam and Y/N come into clear view - the former laughing at the latter who's too busy to care. She's too occupied having the time of her life on this raggedy looking trampoline, reveling in childlike joy as she hops around.

Colby sets the camera on the tripod Sam had left nearby, wanting to capture this wholesome moment, even if it didn't make it into the final cut of the video. Though he doesn't see why it wouldn't.

After adjusting the camera, he turns to find Sam has joined Y/N on the trampoline, far more hesitant than she is, though.

"You guys are ridiculous." He remarks as he approaches them, shaking his head with a bright smile on his face.

Y/N lands on her knees so she can be at least halfway at eye-level with her friend, offering him a beckoning hand, "Come be ridiculous too. Don't be a bore."

Colby scoffs and rolls his eyes. Still, he accepts her hand but instead of using it for support to climb up to join his friends on the trampoline, he tugs on it. Y/N lets out a little yelp as she's enveloped in his arms. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist, unwilling to have a rather unpleasant encounter with the ground.

"Colby! Put me down!!" Put her down he most certainly doesn't, instead opting to spin her while securely holding her in his arms, eliciting mock terror-filled screams from her.

Eventually, he does get persuaded into joining her and Sam on the trampoline.

And the whole fiasco eventually makes it into the final cut and onto the internet.

And, inevitably, in edits.

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It's an innocent, wholesome TikTok they filmed in the garden of the Conjuring house. Yes, the Conjuring house, no biggie.

Sam is the cameraman who much to his relief didn't even need to orchestrate anything. He just pressed the record button on his phone to capture the tomfoolery going on. The lighting is perfect, provided by the few remaining rays of sunlight before dark befell them. A little lighthearted fun was more than needed before they'd have to go back in the house to chat with spirits for the night.

The video captures Y/N in her natural element - dancing goofily with the pair of headphones they use for the Estes method on her head. The caption under the video reads: 'When the spirits drop a sick beat' and is quite the perfect depiction of the trio's dynamic.

Sam documenting the chaos. Y/N being the chaos. And Colby observing her chaos with heart-eyes from the sidelines.

Although Sam hadn't originally noticed his best friend's awed gaze accidentally captured in the video, the fans most definitely noticed. And, as per usual, they ran with it.

*sigh* These two are never beating the allegations.

@benbarnesprettygurl @jessy-shine @mushycore @richardsamboramylove55 @smuttiest-smuttt @honey-bees-13 @rei-ito

#sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock x you #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fic #colby brock smut #colby x reader #sam golbach imagine #sam golbach x reader

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coco-loco-nut · 1 year ago

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Favorite Uncle

pairing: Lando x Goddaughter Reader

summary: you adore your godfather and the chat adores you

a/n: I know this is a short blurb, but it is so wholesome. Thanks for the req for a Lucky Charm part two 🥹

no part 3

part one masterlist

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You ran into the house as fast as your little legs could take you. You had just been out at the park with your mom and when you got back you saw a familiar car in the driveway. You followed the sound of your dad’s voice to his gaming room, and despite you not being allowed in there, your godfather was far too important for rules.

“Uncle Lanwo!” you squeal, running in and attacking Lando with hugs. Max looks at you in disbelief, you ALWAYS come to your father first.

“Hi munchkin,” Lando picks you up and hugs you tight as Max pauses the game. Lando doesn’t let you go, enjoying your tiny hands trying to tightly squeeze him.

“I watched you race yesterday, you were really fast!” you say, not letting go yet.

“Mate, not cool. That’s my daughter,” Max deadpans.

“She’s my goddaughter, you muppet,” Lando points out, holding back a joke about killing Max so he could keep you. He would say it if they weren’t in the middle of a stream.

“Y/n/n, where’s my hug?” Max pouts. You look over at him with wide eyes.

“Uncle Lanwo is more important,” you huff, wiggling around so you can sit on Lando’s lap and play with his curls. Lando sits there with a grin on his face, gently holding you so you don’t fall as your little hands pull at his hair. Sure it hurts a little, but he cherishes the moment while it lasts.

“Chat, can you believe this?!” Max asks the camera, watching as the chat blows up saying how adorable you are with Lando and how good Lando is with you. “Is no one on my side?” Max says, exasperated.

“Nope, tough luck, sweetheart. Come on, baby girl, let’s leave your uncle and dad to their games,” Pietra gently picks you up off of Lando’s lap, aware of the game they are playing - one that is certainly not little eyes friendly. You are sad, but it’s your mom so you guess it’s ok.

“Bye Uncle Lanwo, bye Daddy,” you wave your tiny hand at them. “Can I have a snack please, Mommy?” you ask your mom as she walks out of the room.

“Ha! She said bye to me first, I’m the favorite,” Lando grins.

“She won’t go to sleep unless I read to her first,” Max says, ending the argument. He notices Lando doesn’t seem into the game as much anymore. “You want to go play with her, don’t you?” Max sighs, looking at his best friend.

“Yeah, but you do too,” Lando says, seeing Max glance at the door.

“Well, that’s all for today, Chat. Bye,” Max ends the stream, practically racing Lando to the kitchen. You lavish in all the attention.

“Max, go start dinner,” Pietra tells her husband, it’s his turn to cook. She notices your tired eyes, you did miss your nap. You fight the tiredness, wanting to stay up to play with your godfather.

“Do you wanna watch Sleeping Beauty?” Lando asks, also picking up on your exhaustion.

“Okay!” you drop the Barbie in your hand, climbing onto the couch.

“Go help Max or take a nap, I’ve got her,” Lando says as Pietra starts the movie. Lando lays on the couch, letting you lay on his chest. You don’t make it past the opening scene, and Lando drifts off a few minutes later.

That’s how Max finds you once he puts the lasagna in the oven. That’s your current favorite dinner even if you can’t pronounce it. Max takes a picture to post to his Instagram later.

instagram

maxfewtrell chat, is this real 😐

pietra.pilao they didn’t even last 10 minutes into the movie

user1 and it’s all too much for little Lando Norris

pietra.pilao @/user1 21 years old. He just needs a little bit of sleep

user1 I live for Uncle Lando and Y/n

landonorris real ones know how tiring Barbies is

pietra.pilao she wants her pillow back

landonorris @/pietra.pilao tell her i’m coming right back after the race 🥺

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris imagines #lando norris

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oilyboilysbrother · 5 months ago

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Ok wait so imagine viktor but in this universe were he lives in Europe (probably Poland, Germany, Czech Republic or Serbia) and he lives in a cute little apartment with male reader, theyer both in collage and are obviously deeply in love and go on cute little dates and sit by the fireplace and read while listening to records of old Slav music from the 60s. They take turns cooking for each other and have a little pet cat that they call their son. Sometimes viktor will come home and have so much stress and physical pain so m/n has to force viktor to let m/n give him a massage and a bubble bath. Viktor never liked physical touch all too much but for some reason if it’s m/n touching him, he absolutely loves it and isn’t afraid to show it. M/n will cup his face with one hand and viktor will place his own on m/ns hand and bring it to his lips to leave soft kisses on his lovers hand, from the tips of his fingers to his wrist. He loves dark weather, he likes staying inside your guys dimly lit home while the rain showers down, the clouds covering the light of the sun. He calls you nicknames in Czech just to fluster you. He has such a rich and beautiful voice and he’s aware of it and will gladly use it to his advantage. He loves innocently teasing you, harmless and wholesome bickering about little things. He just likes talking to you, you understand each other. Due to his many sleepless nights studying, his eye sight has started to develop problems, so now, every time you guys sit down to do work together he has to put on reading glasses. He has to attach beaded string to his glasses so he won’t loose them, he basically just wears that as a necklace around the house. Oh and he definitely clings to you while you guys sleep. Throughout his life he’s developed attachment issues and has the biggest fear of loosing you, so at night the only way to sooth his anxieties, you have to hold him close and let him drift off to sleep. You’ll wake up with his whole body just laying on you, still holding you.

I might have to write a fic about this guys, I literally can’t stop thinking of this

#arcane #league of legends #viktor arcane #gay #viktor league of legends #viktor x reader #viktor x male reader #x male reader #mlm #is he gay or european

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kizzorelli · 9 months ago

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Back to being a normal about this man

YAP SESSION BELOW⬇️⬇️

Can we just talk about how you meet Reverto in the game btw??? Like in the anime Reverto visits their village and meets Lute ahead of time, so it kinda makes sense how he ends up in his house.

But in the game? He doesn’t know you, and you don’t know him. Did the guild just go up to him and ask “hey dude do you mind if this random child, who’s best friends with monsters, just bunks in your house for a while?” AND DID HE JUST SAY “Sure 👍” ????

Or did Lilia and Simone yap to him about the riders, and when he heard they were in the city he told the guild they could stay with him?? Cuz that’s honestly so adorable… like imagine in the game Lilia is alone in this new world and all the hunters are intimidating but then Reverto comes into Simone’s office and they just VIBE!! UHG I need more wholesome Lilia and Reverto interactions because Lilia wasn’t in MHS2 haha

Ok rant over. #Girldad Reverto

#art #fanart #digital art #mhs #mhs2 #monster hunter #monster hunter stories #monster hunter ride on #reverto #lute #navirou #fav

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rekino2114 · 2 months ago

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I am going to need a fic of makima's sisters separately babysitting nayuta with their boyfriends

The horsemen girls babysitting nayuta with you

A/n:can I just say how much of a great time I'm having writing this au? It's just so cute and wholesome and fluffy every time I write something for it it just makes me smile thanks so much to everyone who requested something for it and please continue doing so I absolutely adore it

Also you get the fic early today cause I need to do some stuff later

Yoru + asa mitaka

Asa was just chilling on her bed, scrolling through social media and giggling at all the cute cat videos she saw in her feed, she was just about to send you one of those videos when she heard her doorbell ring

"Oh? Coming"

She was a bit confused since she didn't invite anyone but maybe it was you coming to pay her a visit so she put on her shoes and opened the door

On the other side of the door, there was a beautiful red-haired woman with ringed yellow eyes that asa instantly recognized from every time she was on the news

"Hel-"

Panicked, asa gasped and closed the door in the woman's face

"YORU!"

"Huh? What did I do now?"

"Why the hell is the head of public safety at my door?"

"And how the hell should I know? Why do you assume it's because of me?"

"Did she find out about you? DOES SHE WANT TO KILL ME BECAUSE OF THAT!?"

"She's my sister why would she want to kill me? Also she already knows"

"......she does?"

"She knows a lot of stuff, she's kinda creepy if you ask me"

"Then why is she here?"

"You're not gonna find out if you keep the door closed"

".........."

Asa widened her eyes and immediately went to open the door, glad to see that the woman was still there

"I-i'm so sorry miss, I really didn't mean to, I was just surprised and.......please don't kill me"

Makima looked surprised for a bit before laughing

"Am I really that scary? Why would I kill you?"

"S-sorry I didn't mean to assume"

"It's fine, anyway if I stay here for too long we'll lose our flight, here's nayuta"

Asa could now see that the woman was holding the hand of a small child, a little black haired girl who had the exact same eyes as the girl holding her hand

Makima let go of nayuta's hand and tried to nudge her in the direction of asa's house but the little girl refused and stood where she was

"Come on sweetie, we already told you it will be just for a week"

"But I don't wanna stay with this boring girl!"

Asa smiled awkwardly at the child calling her boring even though they had never met before

"I'm sure you'll have fun"

"Why can't I go with you and daddy!?"

"Because it will be a lot of boring adult meetings, you really don't wanna go"

"But-"

"Let's make a deal, if you stay here and behave we'll get you all the ice cream you want for next week, anytime you want it we'll get it"

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's a promise, no a contract, but only if you behave"

"Alright! alright! I'll be the best behaved girl on the planet, I want ice cream!"

After that, nayuta ran into asa's house enthusiastically while the girl sighed at how fast she changed opinion before realizing something

"W-wait why is she in my house?"

"What do you mean? That's where she's gonna be staying for today"

".......what?"

"You already agreed to babysitting, I mean I guess yoru did but she told you that right?"

In that moment asa wanted to curse yoru but she contained herself to not make a scene...and also because there was a child behind her and frankly she was terrified at what makima was going to do to her if she swore in front of her daughter

"No......she didn't.....in fact"

"Oh, I'm sorry, well me and my husband have to go to America for a week for some really important devil hunters meetings and we wanted to leave nayuta with someone we trusted. We managed to convince aki to take her for the end of the week since she really likes denji for some reason but we still need someone to look after her for the first three days and we thought her aunts would be good'

"I see"

"OK that's it, her bedtime is at 8:00 but if she wants to stay up more let her, just make sure she's in bed by 8:15"

"W-wait I still need to babysit?"

"You don't expect us to find someone else on such short time right? It won't be hard I'm sure she'll behave, plus it will be for only a day, then you have to give her to fami"

"Fami? You mean that transfer student girl who's always crying?"

"Yes, she is also nayuta's aunt and I already told her about this. I really should be going now, see you later and make sure to look over her"

Makima started walking away from the house before remembering something and turning around to face asa

"Oh and remember to give her lots of hugs, she loves that"

"O-ok"

After makima had gone to her car asa sighed, closed the door and turned to look at the child who was now running around her house

"......so you've got a kid to take care of now better-"

"Shut up! Don't think I forgot you're the reason why I'm in this mess to begin with. Why did you sign us up to babysit? we have no children, much less any experience with them"

"Actually i-"

"And weird devil tank things don't count"

".............."

"I'm gonna call y/n. Hopefully, he knows what to do"

"You're actually-"

"I told you to shut up, now you're making me embarrass myself in front of him"

[Timeskip]

As soon as you entered asa's apartment you saw the little girl there, gasped and went over to hug her

"Awwww! She's so cute! So you're technically her aunt?"

"Yoru is but I guess, I have no idea how that works family wise"

"What's your name little girl?"

"Nayuta"

"That's a great name"

"I'm sorry for pulling you into this"

"It's totally fine, I get to take care of a cute kid with you? What's not to love"

"Hehe, I'm glad at least you're optimistic"

"Come on, we're gonna be great"

"If you say so, anyway do you have any idea what to do?"

"I looked up some stuff, and it shouldn't be hard. We need to feed her, bathe her, and play with her, among other things"

"OK"

"I wanted to see nayuta before I went out to buy some stuff we need so you stay with her for a while ok? I'm going to the supermarket"

"H-huh? Are you sure?"

"Yep, just talk to her for a while ok? Yoru should help you too since it's her niece"

"Huh? Really?"

"She just complained didn't she?"

"Yeah"

"Well, I'm sure if she doesn't want to lose kisses privileges, she'll help you"

"Hey that's not fair"

"What's not fair is you agreeing to babysit without asking me"

".....fine, how hard could it be?"

"Now that you said that I'm ten times more worried"

"OK so I'll go and leave you to her ok bye"

"Bye"

Asa saw you exit the house and sighed again before looking at nayuta, who now was kicking her legs on the couch

"So I really have to keep you company?"

The half devil nodded frantically

".......Alright I guess"

She sat on the couch and looked at nayuta. She immediately regretted this as there was an uncomfortable silence that seemed infinite between the 2

'What was I thinking? I can barely hold a conversation with someone my age much less a kid!'

"Heh, so you do recognize that"

"Hey!"

"Who are you talking to?"

"O-oh it's your actual aunt, she....lives in my head.....it's very weird"

"Oh ok"

".................."

"..................."

".................."

"S-so do you........have any pets?"

"Oh oh, yeah I have 7 dogs"

".....s-seven? How do you handle that?"

"What do you mean? Dogs are the best!"

"Cats are way better"

".......what!?"

"I-i said that out loud?"

"No, no dogs are better!"

".....I mean you have to take them to walks and go out with them, if you leave a cat alone it will be fine, dogs are way too high maintenance"

"NO! NO! I SAID DOGS ARE BETTER!"

Now nayuta was fully screaming and throwing a tantrum

'She's not even making any points she's just repeating the same things and saying she's right'

"Obviously she's a kid, have you ever argued with one?"

"Why do you think I would have?"

After way too much spent trying to calm nayuta down without any succes asa fully gave up

"Yoru, it's your turn"

"Huh?"

Suddenly asa fell unconscious before waking up and revealing her ringed eyes and scarred face

"This is the only time I'm mad she decided to give control to me"

"*gasp* what happened? Did a cat scratch you?"

"No it was actually-"

"I knew it! Dogs are better! Dogs can never scratch you"

"............I'm done arguing with a child, it's your turn now"

"Sure how hard can it be? Hey kid I'm yoru, your actual and way cooler aunt"

"Hi auntie yoru"

"So you like guns? I can make you one if you want, any other weapons to-"

Before she could finish her sentence yoru fell unconscious again and awakened to her eyes and face becoming normal

"YOU ARE NOT GIVING HER A WEAPON!"

"Huh? Why? I thought it was fun"

"Cause if you do her parents will kill us"

After thinking about how scary her sister and her husband were yoru decided to give up on the idea

"......ok I see your point"

"Finally"

"When is y/n coming back? He's been outside way too long"

As if on cue when yoru said that the door opened and you came out of it

"Hi, I'm back"

"Y-y/n, thank God you're back"

"Why what happened?"

"I made nayuta mad and yoru tried to give her a gun"

"......oh......"

"Yeah, we're not great with kids"

"I'm sure you just need some help, hey yuta you like this?"

You pulled out of the bag a teddy bear that the young girl immediately went to hug

"I love it!"

"That's great, you can keep it if you want"

"Really?"

"Yeah of course"

"You're the best uncle y/n"

Nayuta hugged you and your heart melted at that so you picked her up and hugged her back while your girlfriends watched in awe

".......he's so good with her"

"....I know he'll make a great dad for my children"

"Yeah........WAIT WHAT?"

Fami

"OK I checked and the house and it should be fully child proof"

"Wasn't it already?"

"Y-yeah but I just wanted to make sure, I also cleaned everything j-just in case"

You smiled and started petting fami's head causing her to smile

"You're taking this really seriously"

"I-i just want to be a good sister and aunt"

"You already are, and an even more amazing girlfriend"

"T-thank you y-you're an amazing boyfriend too"

After a bit you heard a knock on your door

"O-oh that must be her"

Fami went over to the door and opened it to see that standing outside there were yoru holding nayuta's hand

"Alright it's your turn now"

The war devil roughly pushed nayuta into fami who managed to grab her in time

"H-hey don't do that, s-she could have gotten hurt"

"Huh? Who cares? She's a brat anyway"

"A-and don't say stuff like that either, w-what if she's sad now?"

"Serves her right, she was so hard to please"

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!"

"You shut up too"

Yoru started walking away and you closed the door as fami picked up nayuta

"A-alright little one, i-i'm going to be with you for today, I'm famine b-but you can call me fami, y-you're not hurt are you?"

Fami examined nayuta and sighed in relief when she saw there were no injuries before putting her on the couch

It was funny seeing the devil who was once dead set on "saving" all of humanity worrying so much over a child's safety but you smiled at all of that, proud of how much she had grown

"You're ugly"

"...h-huh?"

"Your hair is weird"

"....w-wha-"

"And your nose is runny"

".....e-eh!?"

"And your eyes are all watery! You're so ugly!"

When you saw fami starting to cry over what nayuta said you approached her and hugged her trying to comfort her

"*sniffles* s-she called me u-ugly *sniffles*"

"She didn't mean it, you know you're beautiful"

"No It's the truth she's ugly!"

You turned around and glared at the child

"And you're ugly too! You're like an uglier version of daddy!"

You fully turned towards nayuta and got closer to her

"Nayuta, apologize to fami"

"No!"

"I don't care if you think I'm ugly but fami is your aunt and you need to be nice to her"

"No! No! I don't wanna!"

"Do you want me to tell your mom and dad that you're not being nice?"

Nayuta gasped and immediately remembered the conversation she had with her mom before she was dropped off

"N-no i won't get ice cream then! Please don't tell mommy and daddy!"

"Then apologize to your aunt"

Nayuta looked down for a while before getting off the couch and going over to fami who was now crouched, crying in the corner

"*sniffles a-a kid called me ugly *sniffles*"

Fami was surprised when she looked down and saw nayuta hugging her

"I'm sorry auntie fami, I didn't mean it"

The famine devil wiped her tears and smiled slightly before hugging nayuta back

"I-it's fine, i-i just overreacted"

"You're not ugly, you're.....pretty good"

"Hehe, i-i'm glad, you're also p-pretty good"

The two fist bumped each other, and nayuta started running towards you too

"I'm sorry uncle y/n, you're pretty good too"

You patted her head and hugged her too

"It's fine nayuta, just don't be mean again ok? We just want what's best for you"

"OK, I'll be good from now on, I'll be the best!"

"I'm really glad, fami bought you a lot of stuff so why don't check it out?"

"Really? Thank you so much auntie"

"I-it's nothing, i-i'm happy you're excited about it"

Your niece ran to the box of toys and other children stuff that Your girlfriend bought and started playing with them happily while you got closer to fami

"Who knew a child could be so ruthless?"

"Y-yeah, m-maybe yoru wasn't exaggerating too much"

"Well just so you know you're way more than pretty good to me, and you're definitely not ugly"

"Y-yeah you too, you're wonderful and really handsome"

"I'm glad you think so"

You and fami shared a quick kiss that unfortunately nayuta saw

"Yeeew! It's yucky, stop kissing"

You two sighed before going over and starting to play with her

Death

"Y/n, what do children eat?"

Now it was death's turn to take care of her niece, after fami dropped her off saying she apparently had a great time death immediately started checking the fridge to see if there was anything she could eat

"Don't say it like they're a species, every child likes something different"

Death turned away from the fridge and looked at nayuta who was currently watching cartoons on the couch

"Then what does she like to eat?"

"I think makima said she really likes ice cream and sliced bread"

"Oh"

"And no you can't give her ice cream for breakfast she doesn't have your crazy devil metabolism"

"Isn't she a devil?"

"She's a half devil, I don't think it works the same"

"I see, hey mini control-"

"Nayuta!"

"Hm?"

"My name is nayuta!"

".......mini control"

"Nayuta! Nayuta!"

Death narrowed her eyes but sighed and gave up

".........nayuta, what do you want to eat?"

"Bread, I want sliced bread"

"..........you want plain, white, sliced bread?'

"Yeah!"

"..........no"

"What do you mean no?"

"I want my niece to eat well, plain bread isn't going to satisfy her"

"....b-but she asked for it"

"Nayuta, what do you want on the bread?"

"Bread!"

".......you want bread on top of bread?"

"Yes, double bread!"

"So.......a sandwich?"

"What do you want on the sandwich?"

Nayuta stayed silent for a moment clearly deep in thought, to help her death started looking in the fridge and taking out jars

"We have a lot of jam if you want, strawberry, raspberry, blueberry, orange-"

"I WANT ALL OF THEM!"

Both you and death turned towards nayuta, who looked as enthusiastic as ever

".....you want a sandwich with every single jam we have?"

".......I might like her even more than I thought"

"Wait is that not a bit......excessive?"

You sighed and looked over to see that death had already taken every jam jar out of the fridge and had already started making a sandwich

"Alright, let's hope she doesn't have high blood sugar"

After death finished making the sandwich you noticed she had made two more, one with also every jam and another one with only one type of jam

The devil got up and grabbed the sandwich with only one jam and handed it to you

"Here, it's for you"

"Huh?"

"You didn't think I'd let you not have breakfast with us right? It's with your favorite"

You looked inside the sandwich and saw it was indeed made with your favorite jam

"Oh.....thanks"

"Don't mention it, it's the least I could do"

Death quickly kissed your cheek before grabbing the two sandwiches and going over to the couch where nayuta was sitting

"This is for you"

The girl gasped and grabbed the sandwich while giggling

"Thank you"

"Just enjoy it, and ask if you want seconds"

"N-no please don't give her seconds, I don't want her getting sick because of us"

"......You're right, her health is our priority"

"I'm glad you understand"

Fami sat next to nayuta and left a spot on her right for you, which you gladly took. You all started eating and watching the show nayuta was seeing before

Meanwhile, death was surprisingly talkative with her niece. She was able to keep a conversation with her about the show and the sandwich and even the most random of stuff and never be bored or let the conversation get awkward; you were surprised at how good she was at talking with a child and smiled at the scene

"I didn't know you were so good with kids?"

"Hm? Am I?"

"Yeah, most parents can't keep a conversation like that with the children and you didn't even know half of the things she was saying"

"Thank you, I guess it's a side effect of being the eldest of four"

Suddenly death felt a weight hit her stomach, she looked down to see that nayuta had fallen asleep on her

"........oh?"

She looked at her for a while before taking of her black hat and putting it on her. She started at her niece a bit more and turned to you, her voice being slightly lower than usual

"She looks really cute"

"Right? Especially with your hat on"

".....I wonder if I can ask control to babysit more"

"You really like nayuta don't you? I love her too, if you ever babysit her again call me I want to help too"

Death looked at you and smiled slightly

"Definitely, I'm sure it will be great"

A small bonus cause I thought it was funny

Death ringed the doorbell of the apartment control gave her the address of with nayuta in hand.

After a while a man with black hair that he had down opened the door while drinking his coffee

"Ah"

"Are you aki hayakawa?"

"Yeah, I was waiting for her"

Death let nayuta's hand go who immediately started running in the house

"Hey Mr topknot, where's big bro?"

"*sighs* I knew power was a bad influence on you, denji is in the living room if you wanna see him"

"BIG BROOOOOO!!!"

She runs enthusiastically further in the house as aki took a sip of his coffee

"She already ate so you don't have to feed her"

"Ah I see, sorry could I get your number?"

"......I have a boyfriend"

"It's not for that, I already have miss makima's number but I want to have yours too so if something happens to nayuta I can call you"

"Ah that makes sense"

The two took out their phones and death told him his number, while aki inputted it he decided to strike a conversation with the mysterious woman in front of him

"I didn't know miss makima had a sister"

"She has three actually, I'm the oldest one"

"I see"

After he finished putting the number in death started walking away but aki stopped her to ask one last question

"Oh wait, what can I save you as in the phone?"

"Oh yeah.......I'm death"

She fully turned away and aki closed the door and drank his coffee before the realization of what the woman had said fully set in and caused him to spit it out

"WAIT DID SHE SAY SHE'S THE DEATH DEVIL!?

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planet-marz1 · 1 year ago

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Our Little Sheep

Summary: You and Joel celebrate christmas with your many children Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader Word Count: ~4.1k

Tags/Warnings:18+MDNI no use of y/n, implied age gap(not specified), reader is able to get pregnant, jackson!joel, peepaw!joel(really peepaw), mentions of pregnancy, brief mentions of childbirth (nothing graphic), brief mentions of breastfeeding (again, nothing graphic) Lots of fluff & cuteness, Joel being a cute girl dad™, this seems like it should be a crackfic, but I promise It's so wholesome

A/N: Ok so this fic idea was born out of my cold medicine induced haze, so bear with me here guys. It's just a silly little fic, not meant to be taken seriously at all, and It's the most fun I've had writing in a bit, so I hope you enjoy reading! Just a little clarity here, the kids' ages range from 0 to 9. I know it gets all confusing here, so I am welcome to provide any further clarity if anyone needs it! A huge thank you to @catchallfangirl for helping with the naming of all of these gremlins & with the constant encouragement ❤️ Thank you to @fhatbhabie for beta reading!

lovely dividers by @pamasaur

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You open your eyes slightly, squinting them. Joel sleeps peacefully next to you, his breaths even and steady. Burrowing yourself further under the blankets, you scoot closer to him, your head on his chest and intertwining your legs with his. You run your fingers through the curls of his now, fully gray hair.

Slight whines start to fill the room, and you lift your head up and glance over your shoulder to peek into the bassinet next to your side of the bed. Joel had been up with the baby all night after you two had finished wrapping up the gifts for the other kids. So, you groggily sit up in bed, reaching over to pick up the tiny little infant.

“Shhh, It’s alright, little one.” You whisper quietly, trying to calm him. After a few attempts to shush him, it’s still not working. He’s probably hungry, you figure. Lifting your shirt, you help him latch onto your breast, and he finally calms. You sigh quietly with relief. It’s all a part of the process, you try to remind yourself. Little baby Joelseph had only been born a few weeks ago. No, his name isn’t actually Joelseph. Simply a nickname given to him by his many older sisters when you had been pregnant with him. It started as a cute joke, but sure enough he came into the world, and no one was able to call him by his proper name. Named after his father, but considering the chaos of your family, the nickname is simply just another thing that you don’t bother to fight to keep the peace in the house.

The early hours of the morning are usually the small period of time when the house is completely silent. Every other waking minute is filled with the sounds of the kids, either giggling, or fighting with each other over something. Though, silence isn’t always a good thing. You’ll never forget the time the kids got into the kitchen cupboards and practically wreaked havoc in the kitchen while you were outside tending to the sheep.

Sure enough, you hear the trampling of footsteps coming down the hallway. No matter how chaotic it may be, this is your favorite part of the day. Getting to start each day greeted by all of your beautiful children, reminding you of why you are so lucky. You softly graze your fingers over the baby’s hair.

“I think your sisters are here, little guy,” You chuckle softly. The doorknob jiggles a bit. Before all of your daughters begin to spill into your bedroom, all eleven of them. Yes, eleven. You and Joel had, admittedly, gotten out of control in that department.

You and Joel had met when he had returned to Jackson in the spring with Ellie in tow. It had been an immediate connection, quite literally. Hooking up one night in the bathroom of the Tipsy Bison, which is what led to your firstborn, Emilie. The pregnancy had come as a shock, but you and Joel were excited nonetheless.

A chorus of variations of “Mom,” or “Mommy,” begin to fill the room, and you try to shush the girls, reminding them of their little brother. “Ok, girls, I know that you’re excited to get downstairs to all of your gifts, but you’ve got to settle down a bit, alright?” You whisper gently. Finally, they all nod in understanding. The calm is short-lived, though. Jane and Jules, the cutest, but menacing pair of instigators, hop on to your bed, shaking Joel’s shoulder, trying to wake their father.

They were your fourth pregnancy, which was by far the most difficult one you had ever experienced. Constant discomfort, and sleepless nights from the relentless kicking and movement from them. It wasn’t the first time you had been pregnant with twins, but It had gone nothing like you had expected it to.

Joel, though typically a light sleeper, is particularly hard to wake after a night with no sleep, hence why you’d opted on letting him sleep in. The two of them, each on one side of him, lean in close to his face, leaving little room for personal space. “Daddy.” Jules says quietly, Jane keeping a close watch.

Joel peeks one eye open, a bit startled at first at the heavy breathing from the two girls so close to his face, but the confused expression on his face is quickly replaced by a tired grin. As soon as all the girls spot that their father has woken up, they all pile onto your bed, excitedly squealing and giggling. Luckily, little baby Joelseph had already been lulled into a deep sleep after he finished nursing. Even if he hadn’t, you're pretty sure the few short weeks he’s been in the world, he’s already used to the constant noise and chaos from his older sisters.

Joel sits up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, and tries to wrap his arm as many of them as humanly possible.

“When can we open our presents, daddy?” Tiny little Aurora questions impatiently. This is the first year she’s been able to fully understand the concept of Christmas, and all the gift giving. So, understandably, she is ecstatic for all the festivities of the day. She crawls into his lap, after attempting to clamber over all of her sisters in the way. Joel scratches at the scruff of his beard, and lifts her into his lap.

“How about we all eat breakfast first, sweetheart, then you all can tear into your gifts.” He says lowly, his voice still laced with sleep. “Sound like a plan?” He asks. The girls all nod in agreement.

You slowly stand up from the bed, still cradling baby Joelseph in your arms. Walking towards the door, you gesture for the girls to do the same. They all climb off of the bed, and without fail, the house is once again filled with chaos. All eleven of them racing out of your bedroom, and down the staircase to the kitchen.

Joel meets you by the doorway, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Well hello, sleepyhead.” You tease him. “Sleep well?”

“Just like usual, darling.” He kisses you again, this time placing kisses all over your face, and down your neck, before you place your hand gently on his chest stopping him from going any further.

“Not so fast, old man.” you chuckle softly. “We don’t need another one of these.” you say, gesturing down to the baby bundled up in your arms.

“One more wouldn’t hurt, huh?” He teases, and you just shake your head.

“You say that because you aren’t the one who has to push them out.”

“We should probably get downstairs before they get into stuff that they shouldn’t be” You murmur, and Joel quietly nods in agreement.

The warmth of the morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as you make your way into the dining room. Joel follows you, his hand brushing against the small of your back.

You and Joel enter the dining room, and expectedly the room is already filled with screaming and chaos. Alive with the energy of your daughters, and the two mischievous kittens, Ginny and Joel, weaving in and out of the chaos.

Emilie, your oldest, is trying to settle an argument between Lacy and Lily, your first set of twins. Nothing new in your household, nearly every morning, no matter how many times you have to tell them that every seat is the same, the kids insist on fighting on who sits where, who sits next to whom. It’s exhausting, but you can’t help but smile at the chaos unfolding before you-it’s simply the routine of your everyday life.

Emilie, with her stern expression, finally manages to resolve the seating dispute between Lacy and Lily. You glance at Joel, and he chuckles, a knowing look passing between you. The girls quickly settle into their chairs, the anticipation of Christmas morning evident in their sparkling eyes. As you take your seat at the head of the table, Joel sits beside you, and the cacophony gradually subsides. Little Aurora, perched on Joel’s lap, swings her legs excitedly, eager to dive into the festivities.

“Alright, everyone, let’s dig in!” you announce with a smile, and the room erupts in cheers. The aroma of the freshly cooked breakfast wafts through the air as the kids eagerly serve themselves.

Emilie diligently helps the younger ones with their breakfast. She occasionally steals glances at the pile of gifts under the Christmas tree, anticipation gleaming in her eyes.

Lacy and Lily are engaged in animated conversation, their excitement palpable. Daisy can’t stop giggling at something Theo whispered in her ear. The second set of twins, Jane and Jules, sit side by side, already plotting mischief as they eye the presents.

Willow, with her big curious eyes, is inspecting her plate with utmost concentration, trying to decide which part of her breakfast to tackle first.

In the midst of the laughter and chatter, you catch Joel’s eye. There’s a shared understanding between you, a silent acknowledgement of the beautiful chaos that is your family. His gaze is filled with gratitude, and you can’t help but feel the same.

As the kids enjoy their breakfast, you steal a moment with Joel. “Can you believe how fast they're growing?” you murmur, your eyes dancing with a mixture of love and exhaustion.

Joel leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Feels like just yesterday we were sneaking around the Tipsy Bison.”

You laugh, the memory of that fateful night vivid in your mind. “Look where it led us.”

Kylie babbles incoherently as she attempts to mimic her older siblings. Aurora still sits on Joel’s lap, her eyes wide with wonder as she takes in the festive scene, and Joel aids her with her breakfast.

Maggie sits contentedly in her high chair, fingers sticky with syrup, as she munches on a piece of a pancake you’ve carefully cut up into small pieces for her.

The kids, fueled by excitement and sugar, chatter animatedly about their plans for the day. You and Joel exchange glances, both silently reveling in the joy of parenthood. The journey hasn’t been easy, but moments like these make it all worthwhile.

As breakfast winds down, you glance at Joel, both of you silently agreeing it’s time for the much-anticipated event of the morning.

The living room is now adorned with brightly wrapped gifts, a colorful display of the love and thoughtfulness you and Joel put into each one. The kids finish their breakfast, their eyes darting eagerly between the tree and the presents.

“Alright, kiddos, let the unwrapping begin!” Joel declares, and the room explodes with excitement. Each of their little faces lighting up with joy.

“Okay, kiddos, let’s see what Santa brought us this year!” Joel exclaims, and the room erupts in cheers. The kids, now fueled by excitement from their furry friends and a hearty breakfast, rush to the tree, each claiming a spot around the mountain of gifts.

Emily takes charge, distributing gifts to each of her siblings with precision. Paper tears and laughter fill the air as each child discovers the treasures hidden beneath the wrapping.

Lacy and Lily eagerly tear into their presents, sharing excited glances when they unveil matching toys. Daisy clutches a doll close to her heart, and Jane and Jules giggle in delight at the surprise in their packages.

Theo, wide-eyed, unwraps a superhero action figure, and Willow discovers a fluffy stuffed animal that instantly becomes her new best friend. Kylie is overjoyed with a set of building blocks, her imagination already running wild.

Aurora claps her hands in glee as she unwraps a musical toy, and Maggie, though more interested in the wrapping paper than the actual gifts, coos happily.

Daisy twirls with a new dress, her face glowing with delight. “I’m going to wear this everyday!”

Aurora, surrounded by a pile of toys, claps her hands and points excitedly. “Look, Daddy, Mommy, so many toys!” Maggie, with a new plush toy in her tiny hands, giggles with joy. The room is filled with laughter and chatter as the kids excitedly showcase their new treasures.

Jane and Jules squeal in delight as they discover Joel curled up in the tangle of discarded wrapping paper, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. Willow, with her big curious eyes, watches the kittens in fascination, occasionally reaching out to stroke their fur. Kylie bursts into giggles as Ginny playfully bats at a shiny ribbon. Aurora claps her hands in delight at the sight of the playful duo. Maggie points with chubby fingers, her face lighting up with a smile as Joel gracefully leaps onto the back of the couch.

Joel catches your eye, and you share a moment of warmth as you witness the joy on your children’s faces.

“Looks like our little fur balls are the stars of the show today.” He chuckles.

Watching as the kittens continue their playful antics. The room is filled with laughter, shouts of excitement, and the crinkling of wrapping paper.

As the chaos subsides, you lean into Joel, watching the kids with a contented smile. “Merry Christmas, Joel.” He whispers back the same sentiment, wrapping his arm around you, anchoring you in the midst of the joyful storm that is your family.

The room buzzes with the joyous laughter of your children, the kittens weaving throughout the living room. As the kids continue to show off their presents, Ginny and Joel curiously inspect the colorful array of toys and trinkets scattered across the room.

Emilie, your eldest, sits by your side, flipping through her new sketchbook. “Mom, look at this! It’s perfect for my drawings. Thank you, Santa!”

Lacy and Lily, wearing their matching necklaces, approach Joel with enthusiasm. “Dad, Dad! Can Joel play with us too?” they ask, extending an invitation for the adventurous kitten to join in on their imaginative play.

Daisy twirls around in her new dress, and with a dramatic flair, she curtsies. “I’m a princess, just like in the stories!”

Jane and Jules, holding their new board game, insist on a family game night. Jules, gives you a confused look, glancing from the box, and then back up at you. “What is Boggle anyway?”

“It’s just a word game, sweetheart, definitely an easy game to beat your dad at.” you laugh softly, shooting Joel a teasing grin.

Willow proudly shows you the fluffy stuffed animal she received. “Look Mom, It’s Fluffy! Daddy, feel how soft!” She grabs his hand to place it on the stuffed animal, and Joel enthusiastically plays along with her.

Kylie, engrossed in building her tower with the new blocks, beams with accomplishment. “It’s bigger than me, Mommy!” You smile at her gently, and give her compliments on her tower building skills.

Maggie, in her own little world, squeezes her plush toy and gurgles happily. The kittens, sensing the playful atmosphere, join in on the fun, batting at the discarded ribbons and chasing each other around the room.

Joel, still basking in the warmth of the family scene, leans over to you. “Seems like Santa knew exactly what they wanted.”

You nod, a content smile playing on your lips, ‘And the best part is seeing their faces light up with joy.”

The room is filled with laughter, the sound of wrapping paper being crinkled, and the occasional meow from Ginny and Joel. The chaos is harmonious, a melody of love and togetherness that defines your family.

The kids, their excitement undeterred, start brainstorming plans for the day–games to play, stories to tell, and perhaps a snowball fight if the weather permits. As the festivities continue, you can’t help but feel grateful for the love and warmth that fills your home–a treasure more precious than any gift under the tree.

As the kids reveled in the excitement of unwrapping their Christmas gifts, their attention turned to the chalkboard on the mantle–a poignant memorial to their older sister, Sarah. The room hushed momentarily as the children exchanged thoughtful glances, understanding the significance of the chalkboard.

The kids had put together some artwork and drawings the night before. They gather around the chalkboard, placing their artwork in front of it, creating a beautiful display of love and remembrance. The room, now adorned with their heartfelt tributes, felt infused with a sense of warmth and connection to Sarah’s memory.

Joel, watching from a distance, can't help but be moved by the sincerity and creativity of his children. The simple act of setting their drawings in front of the chalkboard transformed the mantle into a gallery of love—a tangible expression of the enduring impact Sarah's memory had on their hearts.

As the morning continued, the drawings stood as cherished tokens—a beautiful reminder that, even in the midst of joyous celebrations, the love for their sister would always hold a special place in the family's heart.

You nudge Joel gently, catching his attention. “Any Idea when Ellie, Dina, and JJ are planning to arrive?”

Joel looks thoughtful for a moment, his eyes scanning the room to make sure all the kids are engaged in their newfound treasures. “They’re aiming to get here just in time for lunch. Should be any moment now.”

Excitement lights up on your face at the news. “The kids are going to be over the moon to see them again, and It wouldn’t be Christmas without them.”

Joel nods in agreement, a fond smile playing on his lips. “Ellie’s always been good at timing. They’ll be here soon.”

As if on cue, a gentle knock at the door catches your attention. You glance at Joel, both of you sharing a knowing smile. The anticipation in the room heightens as the kids, sensing something special, look toward the door with wide eyes. Moments later, the front door bursts open, and the lively chatter of Ellie and Dina fills the air. The children squeal in delight, dropping their toys and rushing toward the doorway. Ellie enters first, holding JJ’s hand, Dina follows closely behind with a warm grin on her face.

The kids shout at them in unison, enveloping the new arrivals in a sea of hugs and excitement. You and Joel stand back, watching the heartwarming reunion unfold.

Ellie, catching your eye, gives you a knowing nod. “Merry Christmas!” she says as she greets you and Joel. You welcome them with open arms, a surge of joy filling your heart. “We’re so glad you’re here.”

As the laughter and joyful chaos continue to fill the room, you can’t help but marvel at the beautiful tapestry of your family, woven together by love, shared moments, and the bonds that withstand the test of time.

Amidst the joyful commotion, you navigate through the sea of excited children, still cradling little Joelseph in your arms. Joel joins you, and together you watch as Ellie, Dina, and JJ immerse themselves in the holiday cheer.

Ellie, after receiving an enthusiastic welcome from the kids, approaches you with a playful grin.

“How’s the newest little troublemaker doing?” she asks, casting an affectionate glance at Joelseph.

You chuckle, gently rocking the sleeping baby in your arms. “He’s been an angel all morning, surprisingly.” you yawn, tiredly.

Dina joins the conversation, “He’s gotten so big since we last saw him. Mind if we steal him for a bit?”

You nod with a smile, carefully passing Joelseph over to Dina. The little one stirs for a moment, but settles back into a peaceful slumber in Dina’s arms. “He’s all yours.’

The room continues to buzz with giggles and Ellie, Dina, and JJ become a seamless part of the festivities. The kids eagerly show them their new toys, and soon, the kittens, Ginny and Joel join the playful parade.

As the day unfolds, the house becomes a vibrant canvas, painted with the hues of love and togetherness. Joel, now with Aurora on his shoulders, navigates through the lively crowd. You find a quiet moment with Ellie, who is holding Joelseph with a tender smile.

“He’s adorable,” Ellie remarks, her eyes filled with a mix of nostalgia and affection. “Feels like just yesterday you were dealing with my teenage antics.”

You laugh, remembering those not-so-distant days. “Time flies, doesn’t it? Now look at us, and you, with a little family of your own.”

Ellie glances around the room, the sparkle of the holiday lights reflecting in her eyes. “Couldn’t ask for a better way to spend Christmas. And look at Joel, still being the heart and soul of this chaos.”

You follow her gaze to Joel, who is now surrounded by a group of kids, listening intently to one of Jane and Jules’ stories. The love in his eyes is evident as he shares in their laughter and mischief.

Ellie looks back at you, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You both did an amazing job. I’m proud to be part of this.”

And in that moment, as the laughter and warmth of your family envelop you, you couldn’t agree more. This Christmas, with all its magic, has woven another chapter into the rich tapestry of your lives–a chapter filled with love, laughter, and the cherished moments that make your family truly extraordinary.

As the festivities continue, Ellie, still cradling Joelseph, couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease Joel. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she approaches Joel, who’s now attempting to disentangle himself from a knot of kids.

“Hey, old man,” Ellie quips, giving Joel a playful nudge. “You holding up okay with all these little rascals running around?”

Joel chuckles, a playful glint in his eyes. “Someone’s gotta keep ‘em in check. You’ll find out soon enough, Ellie. Parenthood’s no joke.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to Joelseph. “You’re the expert now, huh? It took you guys long enough to figure out the secret recipe for a baby boy.”

Joel grumbles and feigns offense. “Well, it’s not like we had a manual.”

Ellie rolls her eyes. “Says the guy who needed a football team's worth of daughters before finally getting a son.”

You join in on the banter, giving Joel an amused smile. “Took a bit of trial and error, but look at our charming little Joelseph now.”

Ellie leans in, bouncing the baby gently in her arms. “Not bad for an old guy, huh, kiddo?” she cooed, earning a content gurgle from the baby.

As the day of joyful chaos begin to wind down, the once lively house now settles into a more serene atmosphere. The twinkling lights of the Christmas tree cast a gentle glow over the living room as the laughter of the children gradually transforms into quiet giggles and yawns.

You and Joel, tired but content, herd the kids upstairs for their bedtime routine. The kittens, Ginny and Joel, follow along, their playful antics slowing down as they, too, sensing the impending calm.

“Alright kiddos, time for bed.” Joel announces, his tone gentle but firm as he ushers the kids into their respective rooms.

The procession of bedtime rituals unfold–one by one, teeth are brushed, pajamas are put on, and stories are read. The younger ones nestle into their beds, eyelids growing heavy with the sweet fatigue of a day filled with excitement.

As you check on each child, offering goodnight kisses and tucking them in, Joel moves gracefully through the house, turning off the twinkling lights and closing curtains. The house seems to exhale, the echoes of joyous laughter replaced by the hushed whispers of bedtime.

In the quiet moments between putting the kids to bed, you found Joel in the hallway, sharing a look of satisfaction passing between you. The day had been a whirlwind of love and joy, and now the peaceful hush settles over the house like a comforting blanket.

“Another Christmas for the books,” Joel remarks, his voice low.

You nod, a smile playing on your lips. “And many more to come, I hope.”

The two of you continue the nightly routine, gently closing doors and ensuring the house was ready for the calm of night. The soft glow of the light spilling from your bedroom illuminates your path as you and Joel make your way into the room, where little Joelseph lay sleeping in his bassinet.

Joel pauses by the doorway, his eyes fondly watching the baby. “He’s been the best gift, hasn’t he?”

You nod, a warmth settling in your heart. “The best, indeed.”

The day had been a symphony of chaos and joy, a beautiful crescendo that had now found its resolution in the quietude of the evening. As you and Joel retire to your room, you can’t help but reflect on the blessings of family, love, and the precious moments that make Christmas truly magical.

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kingsmoot · 2 months ago

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The question about why the Starks don’t just genocide the Boltons is one I see a lot (esp on the Reddit; see also Ironborn genocide enthusiasts) and it just fascinates me because how can you miss the point so bad. Like killing every member of a family and going scorched earth is bad no matter what and innocents will always be caught in the crossfire

I cannot understand people who read the books and came away with the opinion that it’s not that mass murder is bad, it’s just that it was the evil houses doing it! if the niceys good guy wholesome Starkarinos killed all the Boltons/Freys/Ironborn it’s totally fine and morally good

yeah it does really shock me (perhaps it shouldn't!!) how often people's response to any story is "but why didn't the hero just SLAUGHTER them all? why wouldn't the hero solve this problem by just KILLING ALL OF THEM?"

like, well... not only would this cause more problems. down the line. but... is this how you would expect a hero to act?

the pre-ned starks were not paragons of gentle virtue but they also weren't genocidal maniacs. if you think that makes them weak or stupid then... ok!! you would not have held the north for eight thousand years, then!! if it had been you making these decisions then the boltons probably would've taken over pretty quickly after rallying mass support from the rest of the north to overthrow their brutal dictators. and then the boltons themselves would've been brutal dictators and we would've had kind of a broil of power struggle for a while (i imagine) until aegon swept in and conquered the dozen or so independent kindgoms that made up the north of westeros. no time to build a wall btw since we're all busy scratching each other's eyes out as quickly as we can, so good luck mister and missus and missus conqueror there are ICE ZOMBIES RUNNING AMOK.

but like in this specific story i find it so much more shocking because like... we don't have to talk about my fav textual parallel we can expand our horizons it doesn't have to be about roose and tywin. let's look at robert.

notice how ned was the one to stay his hand every time he championed mass slaughter? notice how we are shown that the ugliest side of robert is that he is big, strong, and can easily overpower most people, which he uses to get whatever he wants whenever he wants it? not a very kingly feature. and the robert we meet in canon and hear about in flashbacks was being tempered by his advisors and councilors and boyfriend!! he could've been even worse!!!

we can use an even simpler example. when jon first comes to the wall he is a sullen, grieving 14 year old trust fund kid who beats the living dogshit out of the poor underfed boys he's put up against in the yard. he learns that this is no way to make friends. this will win him no allies. this does not make him a great fighter who is proving his strength it makes him a privileged asshole who no one can stand to be around. when he reaches out in friendship and understanding to the boys around him, he makes lifelong friends. he begins to belong. he earns their trust and their loyalty. these are not feelings he could have inspired in pyp and grenn and sam if he had stayed a spoiled 14 year old trust fund baby who was beating the living dogshit out of them.

this is a lesson that 14 year old jon snow learned quite quickly when it was spelled out for him by his mentor. this is a lesson reddit did not learn alongside him, even though they should have since they were there when it happened. supposedly.

#ask tag #anon tag #jon tag #look how easily i could've added another paragraph to make a jon and ramsay parallel but i DIDN'T 😌

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nefertitiacai · 2 years ago

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Astro observations : "I GOT IT FROM MY DADDY" (AND MOMMY) edition

yk that one "DADDY" song by PSY sksksk

🪷 Venus in 4th house is an indicater of person being very beautiful and blessed with good looking genetics. They can also be conventionally attractive since 4th house also rules homeland, so they may be deemed as attractive where they live. A genetically blessed placement.

🪷 Jupiter in the 4th house is also an indicator for having a feature that may be "large" that runs through the family. Like being voluptuous or tall. Again a "genetically blessed" placement.

🪷 Sun/Jupiter in the 10th house individuals can learn a lot of stuff related to careers and build connections through their father.

🪷 Moon/Saturn in the second house may have some distinct facial features which resemble their parents. As both are considered planets that rule over parents and the second house rules over face.

🔴 (TW: Generational Trauma) ⏬

(also the observation and remedies which I've mentioned are purely based on generalization, if you may be dealing with it on a serious note then consulting a medical/health care professional is what is required💚)

🪷 Those who have Mars/Chiron/Saturn/Pluto in the 4th house/cancer/conj Moon may beat themselves up for a certain "flaw" which they consider themselves to have. This habit or problem may make them feel powerless. As if they are unable to change it. However, in actuality that "problem" didn't start with them but may be a generational thing/a characteristic which got inherited from a family member. [Our genetics play a major role in general with the way we are today (yes even personality-wise). But one can change it by will and if they indulge in self-improvement techniques like meditation, visualization, journaling with clear intentions, and other mindful activities]

📚 (PS. as a book enthusiast to others who are into reading self help books I'd recommend those who are dealing with such problems to read the book "It Didn't Start with You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are and How to End the Cycle" by Mark Wolynn 😃)

(TW: mommy issues) moon conj Pluto placement and being notorious with mommy issues.

However, in my case, I have this placement and I don't feel it to be like that. My relationship with my mom is a very typical one. We have different views on certain stuff but we aren't toxic. Nonetheless, what I consider really to be toxic is my mom's side of the family and her childhood had also not been the best. So this placement actually may be something regarding the fact that your mum had to go through a lot and if you know that fact then it is easy to forgive her and give her a tight hug whenever you can.

This placement can also be an indicator of the child's mom going through a stressful phase during the time of the birth.

🟢 TW over, ok enough with sad stuff now 🤧

🪷 It is an observation but I've noticed Sagittarius, Pisces, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Leo placements folks may resemble their father's looks and personality-wise distinctively. Like there's that one feature that they may also be known for like, "you have a smile like your dad". It may be due to them being ruled by Jupiter, Saturn, and sun respectively, the celestial bodies which deal with "fatherly figures" in astrology.

🪷 Leo, Cancer, Aries, Gemini and Capricorn placements 🤝 acting all wholesome and cute when their mom is around.

🪷 If you and your sibling both have prominent mercury placements then you might hear someone saying this at some point "oh YoU BOth LoOk likE eACh otHer a Lot" and y'all will be like "b*tch no, from which angle, I am obviously more gorgeous 😤"

🪷You know being a Sagittarius 🐎(also honorable mention Aquarius and Pisces) this proverb literally go with us for our parents 'You can lead a horse 🐎 to water but you can't make him drink '

📚[ PS. if the horse is willing then only it'll drink, you can't drink water on its behalf. (That's the universal truth with life btw, you are responsible for your own tasks. Others can only guide you but in the end, it's you who will have to act, innit)]

Even though it is for our own "good" and "wellbeing" that our parents do and force these placements to be doing things in a certain way these placements will only "keep drink up to it" if it gives them a feeling of expansion and freedom. (That's why Sagittarius and Pisces placements are deemed to be "irresponsible" but that's not the case. And Aquarius placements have a reputation to be "rebellious" but that's unlikely. These placements most of the time may think ahead of their time and may have a bigger picture on things that's why they may consider certain tasks to be irrelevant (however it can also backfire and this certainly doesn't mean to be an excuse to run away))

🪷 Virgo and Libra placements tend to have good mannerisms which may be taught by their parents. They are big on punctuality. Also, they are well-behaved and sweet people. Often being talked about as "their parents raised them well".

Virgo is associated with the 6th house which is also the house that rules over service so they tend to be helpful. Libra on the other hand is associated with the 7th house which is the house of partnerships, that's why they like to treat people with kindness and have a pleasing appeal. Like a comrade. (Although this also has a shadow aspect to it, this can make these placements to be perfectionists in unhealthy amounts and they may start to have people-pleasing tendencies. They may also grow pessimistic since many people may view their kindness to be their weakness, which is not true at all you guys, y'all are great and don't fall into what those low vibrational people have to say.)

It's 11:11 while I type this 💫 also, umaru chan is so adorable

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akutasoda · 1 year ago

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Hii! How are you? I hope you're well!

I have a request,,, Roommate with Aventurine collage au if possible? Reader recently just bought a house but can't really support themselves so they ask one of their friends if they want to move in with them with a few agreements, none of them want to since they already have a place to stay not until Aventurine comes by.. Reader close friends? Are they even friends? Wait of course they are. Aventurine tell reader he wants to move in with them. What? Well I guess there's no other opinion since reader money is tight.

Atlas Aventurine finally moved in with them, it's a bit surprising considering that he's rich.. why would he want to move in with reader anyway? Ahem thing has been great.. a little to great reader was wondering why they never received any electricity bill that they need to pay along said with water bill.. it turns out Aventurine already paid both of it without reader knowledge since he will definitely get scolded... But what is this? Aventurine? Holding them close.. huh? Confusion came to reader. Aventurine never been this so love affection, unless.. no way right?.. they never thought they might end up falling in love with Aventurine. They're just friends.. now way this can happen. Oh well.. maybe begin in relationship with Aventurine isn't bad after all.. right?

This ended up longer than I expected HELP 😭 I'm craving for angst.. but probably need to stop before I start digging my own grave 🚶 I am not ok 😇 it can be fluff, angst comfort.. or just some wholesome love story.. reader is gender natural 🫂

history hates roomates

synopsis - you decide to room with someone you barely knew but you become very well acquainted, almost too well

includes - aventurine ft topaz + ratio

warnings - gn!reader, college/modern au, maybe ooc, fluff, slight crack, slight angst towards the end, wc - 2.7k

a/n: im doing well! hope you are aswell!

college seemed great. you had been accepted into your ideal collage and had made some great, hopefully lifelong, friends. however, the only issue was that you needed to look for a place to stay for the rest of your course. getting to and from college was becoming more hassle than what it was worth as you didn't take up the initial offer of dorms, but now you were deeply regretting that decision. you had spent hours scrolling on the college's website looking at the dorms in hopes of someone putting out a request for a roomate but nothing ever seemed to come about.

in honesty, you were getting tired of constantly looking for places to stay that reduced the amount you needed to travel - you cursed yourself for not taking up the dorm offer when you first got accepted. a sigh escaped you as you were getting bored of searching and decided that it might be better to turn in for the the night but one listing caught you're eye. it was a decently sized house, designed for student stay as the college would sponsor some similar places, that was within a walkable range of your college, it seemed almost perfect if the pricing wasn't so steep but you were desperate at this point so you contacted the lister and showed your interest just in case someone decided to take it before you could - maybe tomorrow you could ask a friend to go halves?

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even as you walked toward your first class of the day, all you could think about was who might be willing to go halves with you on the place. hopes weren't exactly high as it was quite pricey on it's own but in contrast to some of the dormitories it wasn't that bad! your brain was practically on autopilot as you walked into your class and sat down at your designated seat.

maybe if one person wouldn't be willing to go halves, you could ask two friends? however, the more reasonable part of yourself knew that most people either had dorms or were fine with how they got to college daily. you were so engrossed with thinking of a solution that it barely registered that topaz, and numby, had sat beside you.

numby caught your attention first as topaz used that opportunity to pose the question 'everything alright over there? you seemed pretty lost in thought'

to be honest, nobody knew how topaz managed to have numby by her side at all times on campus, some rumours were that she simply paid the headmaster. it was to be expected that not many people wanted to be sat next to the whitette in class with numby always being there, fortunately you weren't all that fussed with the critter - it became rather adorable after a while. so sitting next to topaz had let you become extremely close with her and eventually friends.

'well it could be better' you eventually responded 'i finally found a place near enough to the college but it's rather expensive, kind of need someone to room with'

numby perked it's head and topaz hummed in acknowledgement before adding 'i'm sure you can find someone, ask around a bit and see'

'i only found it last night so i haven't had the chance to ask yet, but i will' you paused before realising 'would you room with me?'

'as much as i would love to, i've got my own dorm here but you shouldn't have a problem finding someone else' she plastered an almost guilty smile on her face 'sorry though'

a small sigh escaped you 'no it's fine, im more at fault for not taking up a dorm originally'

the door to the class opened and you both watched as the professor walked in, topaz leaned over and whispered 'i'll come find you at lunch and we can talk about this later', you nodded and she nodded back.

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your class finished slightly earlier than normal and so you decided to wait outside of topaz's class for the last couple of minutes. while you waited you decided that it might be a good idea to have another look to see what else might've been listed and double check that the lister was still holding the accomodation for you - they had been very generous so far and you didn't want to test their patience and make them wait too long for a final answer, mainly because they're probably was a handful of students also eyeing up the place.

luckily topaz hadn't made you wait too long and you three walked to the normal spot that you'd hang out at. topaz sat opposite you and immediately she demanded to see the place you were looking at.

'defiantly worth finding a roomate for this place, it looks pretty decent for it's price, as steep as it may be' she scrolled through the details to confirm and take a final look at the images, even numby was looking over her shoulder doing small jumps in agreement.

you huffed slightly 'but who would be a decent roommate? it's not like im asking for a lot but im going have to see them everyday and every night until i graduate' you wish that your situation was a bit more fortunate, that way you wouldn't have to find a roommate and just rent the property for yourself.

topaz smiled 'yeah some roommates aren't the best but again, im sure you could ask another friend who doesn't have anywhere?' she watched as your expression made you seem extremely fed up and she only laughed 'i know i know, it's not that simple'

she handed your phone back and paused before adding 'i could always put some words out in your favour, some people i know haven't got anywhere'

'like me?' both you and topaz turned your heads to the approaching blondette.

'i wouldn't wish that fate on anyone' topaz sneered at him

he feined a small laugh 'you're words hurt me but surely im not that bad?' he turned to you and smiled 'so what about it?'

you were shocked at his straight forwardness, he hadn't even seen the property yet, and how did he even know you were looking for a roommate specifically? you weren't exactly jumping at the idea to room with someone who was practically a stranger to you either.

'not to be rude, but rooming with someone i barely know is quite bold, surely you must understand that' you glanced quickly over to topaz who was practically glaring daggers at him.

'i do understand that but any friend of topaz is a friend of mine, if she can get one thing right it's a decent taste in friends' he smiled at topaz and she looked ready to punch him.

you did know that aventurine was an accomplice of topaz, you weren't to sure if they were friends or not though. in honesty, he was a safe bet for a roommate. like topaz, you knew he was quite wealthy and so he could always pay his half of the rent and on time which would be ideal but again, you barely knew him and surely he could afford his own accomodation by himself?

'look, i can see your hesitation but i promise that i'd be an ideal roomate and i could even pay more than my intended dues if you wish?' aventurine looked all too happy for you're liking but really what other choice would you have, you doubted that you could find another roomate anytime soon, it was a gamble but maybe it'd pay off?

'alright fine but surely you'd like to see the property first?' you posed and he shook his head

'im sure that you chose a great place, just send me the details later and when you plan on moving in, tomorrow's more ideal yes?' he paused and then added 'topaz can give you my number' then he simply walked away with a wave goodbye.

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true to his word, you sent him the details later that night and before you knew it, you were stood outside your new accommodation the very next morning. it felt a bit like a fever dream honestly, the accommodation that seemed idyllic was now where you'd stay until graduation but at the cost of rooming with someone who you barely knew - topaz didn't exactly help with her telling you that she wouldn't room with him for all the money in the world.

aventurine arrived shortly after you did, in a car that clearly had a personal driver, he greeted you with a smile and when ypu asked him where his stuff was he assured you it was arriving later and he wanted you to have first pick on your room. it still felt rather surreal to you but you tried pushing those thoughts behind and tried to be more grateful about finally having accommodation more convenient to the college.

and even a week later he was true to his word, aventurine was an ideal roomate. almost too ideal. you were yet again hanging with topaz and numby at lunch and she was very curious as to how much longer you could fair with him as a roomate but to her surprise you could only give positives.

he was always very considerate of your space and anything you owned, he would make for surprisingly good company and was just overall, extremely easy to live beside. the only downside you could think of was that it could still be a bit awkward between you two when talking but considering that you two were practically living together, it was expected to become easier as even after a week it felt much better than before.

although, recently a concern has a risen that you may be behind on your rent and bills. nothing had arrived in the mail and it was worrying because you didn't want to be kicked out, so you reached out and asked just to be told that they'd all been paid. a split second of confusion overcame you but it quickly dissolved when you realised exactly who was paying your side of the rent and bill. it may not seem that bad but in the agreement it was made extremely clear that both parties would pay half of the overall total, no debate. you needed to talk to him about this.

'has something happened?' aventurine asked looking extremely confused, he'd barely stepped foot in the accommodation before he noticed you waiting for him with your arms crossed.

'yes, without me knowing, you answered before continuing 'i realised that i haven't received the rent and bills in a while, so i asked'-

'i know, i should've told you but surely it's not that big of a deal?' he cut you off, 'i already told you before that i wouldn't mind paying more than i needed to'

'yes but that's beside the point, i just wish that you would've asked me or told me even' it was true that it wasn't a big deal but you felt bad that he was paying more than agreed

'that's understandable, but i take it that you won't make me stop paying for them?' a smirk crawled it's way onto his face and he watched you mutter out a 'whatever' before walking toward you.

'will this suffice for an apology' he said before giving you a hug. he pulled away fairly quickly to see your shocked face and proceeded to walk past you and ruffle your hair, to which you quickly snapped around and yelled at him and he only laughed.

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it had now been quite the while since you started rooming with aventurine. naturally, you two had become much more well acquainted to the point that you call him a friend. even after all this time, he still held up being an ideal roommate and this convinced you even more that this was a fever dream. it baffled you that you now sometimes hung out with him at college aswell.

he had informed you earlier today that he would be back a bit later than usual as he was joining a couple of people to an event, formal or not you didn't quite know. aventurine promised that he would try and not be a disturbance on returning but at this point you wouldn't mind if he was. but you settled to just tell him to have fun and that you don't mind when he comes back, he didn't really have to tell you either but the thought was sweet.

however you didn't expect to be woken up by the doorbell at who knows what time in the morning. you sleepily managed to get to the door and unlock it only to be greeted with two figures - one a very clearly tipsy aventurine and the other being the top student at the college, veritas ratio.

'apologies for the inconvenience but i tried warning the gambler to watch his intake, however he clearly didn't listen to me' ratio started 'again apologies but you're going have to take him now, you are his roommate afterall'

'it's fine really, i don't mind that much' you answered, brain still half clouded with a sleepy fog. ratio nodded and helped you steady aventurine against you with his arm around your shoulder before wishing you luck and leaving. you quickly tried to lock the door again so you could escort aventurine into his room.

with some difficulty, you finally managed to get him into his room. admittedly you'd never been in it before and you felt a little bad about entering but you couldn't just lay him down on the ground outside his door, well you could but that would be unfair. he'd have to deal with the fact that he was going to sleep in his current attire but you doubted that be the top of his concerns in the morning.

however you didn't anticipate aventurine to grab onto you as you tried your best to leave quietly. as you were attempting to pry yourself away you heard him mumble a simple request 'just stay a little while'

you sighed and for some reason you decided to comply, you told yourself that you would stay until he fell asleep then you'd leave and go back to your room. or atleast that was the plan before aventurine took your compliance and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug - that's fine, it just made it harder to leave but you could manage, is what you told yourself.

unfortunately, you never managed to pry yourself from aventurine and you're sleepy state made it easier to fall asleep then and there. however, you woke up before aventurine and managed to scramble before he woke up, although he woke up not too long after and met you, rather guilty, in the kitchen.

he seemed to remember last night as he started with 'i apologise for my behaviour last night, i wasn't quite in control of myself' he barely could meet your eyes shich was very uncharacteristic for the outgoing blonde and you knew that he probably never wanted to bring this up again.

'it's fine, you were slightly tipsy and it's understandable, barely anything happened either so it's completely fine' you noticed that he still looked rather sad

'thank you' he replied for going back upstairs.

it couldn't be ignored, the somber tone that filled the house felt almost suffocating. in honesty, you found it sweet that he trusted you enough to ask you to stay with him but he was drunk, you knew aventurine wasn't that affectionate but he still seemed to hold a sense of consciousness... no, you were overthinking. you two were friends, that's it. so maybe it was bad you both wished for something more than friends...

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nabs-draws · 4 months ago

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When the moon hits your eye like a big Pizza pie that's ...Omori!

Recently I made a friend of mine play Omori. While it was nice seeing my friends getting into a game I love, I also feel a little sorry for making them go through it. (I promise, the next time I recommend a game, it will be a little more fun and wholesome)

This image is a remake of an Fanart from 2023. Back than I removed sunnies "top of the head" where people could see the neighbourhood room. This time I wanted to make "headspace" a floating realm. And somehow I had to think of those Polly Pocket houses from the 90s. But the composition could also be an album cover..."Radiohead - Ok Omori" ..or something.

#Omori #omori kel #omori basil #omori sunny #omori fanart #omori art #omori game #omori aubrey #sunny omori #illustration #artist on tumblr #digital art #art #digital painting #painting #fanart #why does it lowkey look like a Radiohead album cover #bro #sorry for turning Omoris head into a Polly Pocket house lol!

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strxbrymochi · 1 year ago

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i know im quite late but this has been stuck in my head and i need to get it out so here are my 12am impulse thoughts,,,

how i imagine nct dream would be on valentine's day;

note: this is just the vibes i get from seeing them and 100% based on my delusional imagination

mark;

i am extra delulu for this man rn its so bad

i feel like he would be such a wholesome valentine date

straight up imagined some sort of serenading going on bc hello guitar skills?? and his voice??

i'd imagine he'd gift you some sort of designer thing (just cause i think he's the type to spoil u for special occasions bc ur his girl yk screams)

i think good food = good talks = just enjoying each other's company; type of guy i genuinely feel like you can have hour hour hours long convos and not get bored

lots of laughs bc hearing his laugh >>>

feel more home date vibes where you take out your fave foods and just jam out love songs in pjs but i can also see late night walks or going to some lowkey resto so yalls dont get spotted

renjun;

this guy is for real a deep down romantic aint no way with that face and attitude have you seen how he speaks to some of the dreamies??

defs would serenade u if u ask him to (imagine him shy at first but giving it his all aww)

hands down will gift u something he custom made i do not doubt this given he made custom hoodies for the rest of dream but yours defo will be extra special and made with care <3

can imagine some sort of art date or a quiet night for the two of yalls, him spoiling u a bit cause valentines is extra reason to do so

honestly if i was on a date w him i'd just stare at him ... oops

i think u guys should do the "draw each other" trend as a gift and ur drawing of him looks horrendous (bc u are not as gifted in the arts-- if you are good for u) while his of you looks majestic but he keeps it anyways bc u made it (hearing his beautiful laugh makes it worth ut too anyways)

jeno;

ok look i think jeno's v acts of service-y

wouldn't question if he attempts to cook for you or do things for you a lot more often on valentines to show his love for u (wake up to meals and a clean house yessir-- only for today tho GAHAHAHAHA)

another one i think would spoil you with designer stuff and just imagine the little cute smile on his face when he watched you open the gifts cause he's out here looking at u w pure genuine love (must be nice)

my man's a gamer would probs challenge u to a game or two before heading out

ice cream !!!!!! i have seen 2 vlogs w him looking for and eating ice cream i think you guys will defs have an ice cream taster or smtg (he's so me!!)

idk bro i love jeno any boyfriend fantasy i have in my dreams is played out by him. TT

haechan;

nah yea atp they'd all spoil you (pls dream is full of loving green forest men)

i can imagine deep talks about your future together like wouldnt be surprised if mans doesnt just propose to you alr thats how much he loves you

clingy clingy boy and he is not afraid to show you and let you know how much he loves u !

would hands down take you to the BEST restos and yalls would have insanely good food

can see some karaoke or bowling or idk just an activity yalls can do together before going home for a quiet night of the talks and just enjoying each other's presence

where do i find one genuine question

jaemin;

royalty treatment all the way

breakfast in bed: check with four course meal, flowers: check, gifts: check, chore-free house: check say less

i feel like jaemin is a very big words of affirmation guy so he will not stop complimenting you or saying he loves you

takes a lot of pictures of you too

yk also i think he'd actually send his mom flowers for valentine's day too

staring at you for hours with that stupid cute grin of his, eyes full of adoration

would have all your wants and preferences memorised hes so attentive you actually dont need to worry or do anything all day (just appreciate it bc u deserve him and his love!!!)

chenle;

(there were like no chenle gifs wtf)

PRESIDENT ZHONG CHENLE!!!!! money moves fr name what u want and u got it, spoiled level 1000 on valentine's day

if he could go around freely i think he's the type to take you to fancy ass restaurants like those rich hotel ones (but like if not that's ok he'll spoil you through other means)

he's a menace sometimes i think he'd joke around and try to get on your nerves a bit for fun like imagine him rocking up and being like what day is it today? oh it's valentine's? what's that idk what that is. was i meant to do smtg for u? (him and haechan fr would be the type to tease u so bad) all that just for laughs i can alr imagine the look on his face

as sweet as he is i think at one point he'd either make you do smtg so stupid w him or get a random ass matching present just for the lols (he rlly doesn't gaf he's so real and u love him for it)

jisung;

my sweet sweet child (we're like the same age)

i feel like he'd be so babie trying to prep everything and making sure everything is perfect for u awwwie

tries to act all tough and cool but melts on the inside, compliment him once he shows that smile of his and he's down forever

would be the type to get advice from his hyungs on what to do but be so shy when asked (sksks hes adorable pls)

i feel like he would make you a custom gift like something you can take w u always but also get u something expensive idk unless ur not into that stuff GAHAHA

IMAGINE he tries cooking for u but oblivious kiddo ended up burning it but its ok he tried, yalls got takeout instead

OK ALSO think him trying to teach u how to dance that'd be so cute or yalls can end it w a movie just in each other's presence and u fall asleep next to each other on the couch (BYE SO CUTE IM DED)

ok that's it im done i need to sleep good night (stay delulu besties <3)

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dreamsoflightvalley · 1 year ago

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Two of Skates (James P Sullivan X Reader)

Summary: You’re an introvert who isn’t too keen on attending one of Roar Omega Roar’s famous ragers, if anything you’d rather attend one of Oozma Kappa’s small gatherings. You prefer good times and pizza over goo pong and crazy stunts… Oh, and of course your crush on Sullivan plays a part in the decision too.

Content: Completely SFW, romance, introverted reader, gender neutral reader, copious amounts of pizza, overall wholesomeness and good times! Also, skating.

A/N: Was thinking of Total Eclipse of the Heart while writing this (specifically the Nicki French cover). Enjoy!

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Monsters University, one of the most prestigious scaring schools out there, was not immune to the party culture that prevailed in just about every college.

Every other week like clockwork RΩR would throw a rager that was open to the entire campus, and it’d keep going well into the night. Exams had just ended, so naturally all of the top scarers in that house were partying. Every house was to attend the party, but standout group Oozma Kappa was definitely uninvited.

You watched as your dorm buddy did her makeup in front of her vanity while rubbing your arm. “You’re coming with us, right Y/N?” Your friend turned to you, tilting her head.

“I dunno… Isn’t there any other house throwing their own party?” You asked, looking out the window to see students in droves flooding into the RΩR house. You couldn’t stand half the members in that group, they were so full of themselves and didn’t hesitate to pick on you for not having a pedigree like them. So what if your parents weren’t top scarers? So what if you didn’t make all A’s? That kind of stuff shouldn’t matter, but to them it did. It also didn’t help that Johnny Worthington had a penchant for singling you out specifically.

“Well, OK or whatever their house name is, is having their own party. They’re going to a roller rink or something,” She scoffed with a smile, turning back to the mirror. “The short squishy one handed me an invitation earlier, it was kinda cute… And also kinda sad,” She chuckled, clearly having no intentions to abandon a big RΩR party to go hang out with a bunch of dweebs at a roller rink.

Oddly enough, that sounded right up your alley.

“Where’d you put it?” You asked.

“Oh, it’s in my backpack. I was gonna throw it away, but I’d feel bad doing it right in front of the little guy,” She admitted sheepishly.

You went over to her backpack and scrounged through it, finding the hand drawn pamphlet rather quickly. It had a little drawing of all the members inside alongside a date, time, and address for the party. Free rides are being offered to anyone who needs them, yadda yadda… Oh, and pizza too?

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna miss out on a Roar Omega Roar party for that!” She folded her arms, giving you a stern look.

“Oh, come on! It sounds like fun! Besides, you know I can’t stand Johnny. He picks on me even with you around,” You grabbed your thoroughly worn jacket off the back of your desk chair, shrugging it on.

“You’re just saying that because you wanna hang out with your lover James.~”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

You grabbed the scooter by the door and stuck your tongue out playfully at your friend, and she returned the gesture.

“You know I hate going to parties without you,” She watched as you grabbed your ita bag, pulling the strap over your shoulder. “But I guess I can manage,” She sighed dramatically, leaning back and closing her eyes. It only took her a few seconds to open one to see if her attempts to stop you were working.

“I know you will,” You reassured her, twirling your keys in hand. “But at least you won’t have to stand with me by the snack table the whole time anymore, you can go and play goo pong with the girls… Maybe make a move of your own on that Crystal chick you’ve been diggin’,” You scooted out of the door before your friend could scold you for teasing, popping your headphones on so that you could drown out the nearby music.

You managed to weave through the gaps in the crowd with relative ease, the noise canceling allowed you to follow the beat of your own music and ignore the bass that rumbled through the ground as you passed the noisy fraternity. The OK house wasn’t too far from campus, not on scooter at least. Right as you arrived you could already see the members boarding into an old van, you were just barely on time.

Of course Sulley was the one to notice you scooting towards them, a heavy hand resting atop the car. He was about to duck into the back seat but he saw you and perked up immediately— so fast that he bumped his head on the roof of the car. He shook it off as he stood up straight, raising a curious brow at your arrival.

“Y/N?”

You took your headphones off and paused your music, breathing a little heavily as you fished into your back to pull out a slightly crumpled up invitation. “I heard you guys were throwing your own party…” You held it out to them shyly, still scared of rejection despite the fact that they were the definition of the rejects.

Squishy approached you and took the invite from your hands, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. “You… Actually showed up?” He looked up at you for confirmation, eyes bigger than usual. “Well of course they showed up, they’re right in front of you!” Mike gestured towards you, happier than he’d like to admit. He was in disbelief too, since literally no one would turn down a Roar Omega Rager the way you just did. “Niiiice, stickin’ it to the man!” Art wasn’t one to look a gift pig in the mouth, so he was quick to accept you aboard. “N-No one’s ever come to an Oozma Kappa party before, no one outside of us at least! This is gonna be awesome!” Terri jumped excitedly, forcing Terry’s half of the body to also move with him. “Not to be that guy, but we’d better hurry up before the pizza gets cold. No one wants to eat cold pizza,” Terry put a hand on his brother’s shoulder, trying to calm him down. Just then, Squishy’s mom piped up from the front seat.

“Come on now, kiddos! That rink isn’t gonna skate itself.”

You waited for everyone else to enter the van, unsure of where you were gonna squeeze in. Squishy climbed into the front seat, Art, Terri, and Terry were in the far back, leaving the middle row to you, Mike, and Sullivan.

Mike got the window seat on the left side, and since you didn’t want to get between the two Sulley sat in the middle without complaint, only because it meant he got to sit next to you.

You closed the door on your side and quickly realized how cramped of a ride this was going to be, the moment the door shut you were walled into the corner by a dense wall of warm, teal fur. In a weird way it was cozy, and you did get to get a nice whiff of him from here…

Sheri turned on the radio as she started to drive, and there was some quiet idle chatter among the others…

“So…” You began, trying to get over your shyness. “You remembered my name..?”

“Hmm?” Sulley looked over at you, though you were hard to see compared to his shoulder. “Oh, your name. Yeah, of course I do. I have a great memory.”

You found it odd since the two of you never really interacted much. You were sure that you introduced yourself, during class but you didn’t expect him to actually… Remember. The encounter was so brief after all. Since then you’d occasionally run into each other (mostly due to you looking for him), but he always seemed too busy for you.

“That’s a bunch of malarky! You have terrible memory. You know how many study sessions we’ve had and you still can’t remember the name of New Eekland’s first prime minister?”

Mike butt in the first chance he got, he had a right to after how viciously Sulley used to tease him when they were freshman.

“When am I ever gonna need that information, history is boring! I don’t choose what I get to remember, I just trust that whatever my noggin thinks is important and retain that.”

Oh, so you were important enough to remember? Interesting.

“Keep thinkin’ like that and you’ll only remember sandwich ingredients, and maybe a few scarers if you’re lucky.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at their banter, their friendship never ceasing to amuse you. It was clear that they chided each other out of compassion, if they didn’t like each other they definitely wouldn’t be here right now.

The conversation started to liven up as the drive went on, and for the most part you were simply enjoying the friendly environment and listening to the others talk. Only when the group settled down at their own booth did you get the chance to talk about yourself.

“My friend wanted to go, but honestly? This is so much better than whatever they could possibly be doing right now,” You nearly salivated at the sight of the stringy cheese still clinging onto the pizza for dear life. “I’m not really crazy about big parties like that. They’re so…”

“Loud?” Terri asked.

“Disorienting?” Art chimed in.

“Jock centric?” Mike rolled his eyes.

“Annoying?” Terry groaned.

“Chaotic?” Squishy was the last to finish the chain, since Sulley had nothing against parties. If anything he liked that kind of environment, so when everyone looked at him all he had to say was “What?”

“Uh, yeah, that!” You licked the grease off your fingers after you finished your first slice, already going in for another. “I’d rather be in a small group with nice people I kinda know than be in a den of strangers with only a friend or two, y’know… Quality over quantity.”

Just then, Sheri and Don came back with arms full of skates, each to your respective sizes and foot shapes. Don did a lot of the carrying thanks to his suckers. “We got yer skates, now let’s hit the floor!” Don’s energy was refreshing, but you wanted to stay at the table a little longer. “I think I’ll eat a little more first, after all it uh… Seems like you guys ordered quite a bit,” You glanced at the boxes upon boxes of uneaten pizza, stomach growling loudly.

“Yeah, I’ll hang back too. Y’know, to help,” Sulley shrugged, looking back and forth as he rubbed the back of his head. Sheri caught on immediately, but didn’t say anything. “Alright, we’ll leave you to it,” She guided Don and the others away before he could say anything, giving the two of you a wink and thumbs up as they walked away.

You and James locked eyes for a moment before you shyly looked away.

“Dunno what that was about,” He played dumb, a purple tint washing over the fur on his face.

“Y-Yeah, me neither,” You aired out your collar slightly, trying not to make things awkward.

A silence had settled between you as you ate for a little while. Truthfully, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in the rink since you had no idea how to skate whatsoever, but you acted like you were staying behind for the food. Why Sulley stayed behind is beyond you.

“Honestly… I’m no good at skating,” You admitted as you filled your plate once more.

“Oh yeah?” He smiled crookedly, filling his own plate at the same time as you.

“Yeah…”

He looked around as he scooped a slice into his mouth, making sure no one could hear but you. “Me neither.”

You smiled up at him, surprised that a mighty Sullivan would acknowledge something he couldn’t do. It was rare that James would admit to a fault of his, so even something this small was special. He had to like you at least a little bit.

The noise from the rink caught your attention, and from where you sat you could see Art spinning around in the middle while he held Terri and Terry up in the air. Sheri and Don held Squishy’s hands between them, helping him skate while Mike slipped and slid clumsily.

“You know, maybe if we skate together we’d be alright,” He folded his arms and leaned back, looking at you from the side of his eyes as he tried to gauge your reaction to his suggestion.

“What? You mean like… Two bad skaters come together to form one halfway decent skater? Our talent will balance itself out?”

“Something like that,” He shrugged.

You looked down at your loaded plate and then back at the rink, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to finish all that pizza.

“You know what… Why the heck not,” You stood up and grabbed your skates, offering your hand to him.

“Heck?” He echoed as he took your hand, finding it funny that you didn’t say the other word.

“Yeah, heck! Hay is for horses.”

As the two of you made your way to the rink after putting your skates on, you held onto each other’s hand tightly. When one of you lost balance the other would make up for it, which was surprising given how large Sulley is.

You slowly stretched a leg into the rink, a love song playing over the speakers almost as soon as Sulley joined you. The colored lights shifted from blue and green to red and pink, the DJ sensing the spark between you two. It didn’t seem to matter to either of you though, since you were too busy trying not to fall onto your butts the whole time.

“H-Hey, this isn’t so bad!” You had to admit you didn’t think the idea would work, but as the two of you skated in circles you realized that struggling together made the process a lot easier than struggling alone. “I told you it’d work,” He smirked as he used his tail to grab Mike by the hand, steadying his balance. “How you doin’ back there little buddy?”

“Just peachy!” Mike’s knees were shaking like a leaf, but he wasn’t falling like earlier.

“Good, cause Y/N has an idea and you’re gonna help us!”

Before you put your skates on earlier, you mentioned the idea of giving out the pizza to everyone else who was there. Even if it was taken home for leftovers it would surely go bad, and if Mrs. Squishy got mad you’d be willing to pay her back… And James was nothing if not a risk taker.

Before Mike could even question it, Sulley dragged him screaming from the rink and back to the booth. You had a stack of pizza boxes on your free hand, as did Sulley… Mike, unfortunately, had them balancing on his head.

“Alright, who wants free pizza?” Sulley shouted, holding up the boxes with you as the crowd cheered.

All three of you skated around the building giving free boxes to anyone who wanted some, feeding the entire place better than the cooks did… And yes, even the cooks and cashiers got pizza breaks too.

As the mid-90s Europop song faded, you and Sullivan returned to the booth with some pizza to spare, reclining into the stiff seats as though they were the highest quality massage chairs the world had to offer. James had to pick and limp Mike up by the wrist and sit him down too.

All of you caught your breath together, but even after burning off all that energy you still kept your hands clasped together. You looked over at his palm, his grip softening ever so slightly. He was worried for a second that you’d want to let go, but when you squeezed his giant hand in yours he felt relief wash over him.

“You know… We should do this again sometime…” You smiled up at him.

“Yeah..?”

“Yeah…”

You shuffled a little closer to him, resting your head on his arm. In response he rested his head on top of yours, his bushy brows lowering over his eyes.

To Johnny’s surprise the next day, the school papers replaced the usual column going over the events of his parties with a new blurb on the “Cutest Couple on Campus,” the sight m causing him to spit his coffee out of shock.

“Wh-What the—?!”

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