#IM SO READY FOR ITTTT

[teddybearty]

Some Cookies as Humans ✨

[kathlare]

brunette fever

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: After a hectic day on set, Amelie rushes home to Lando, leading to an evening filled with playful teasing, heartfelt moments, and cozy domestic chaos.

Wordcount: 2.6 k

Warnings: just fluff

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April 23rd, 2025 - Los Angeles, CA

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euphoriatvupdates: Sydney Sweeney and Amelie Dayman were spotted filming scenes for Euphoria Season 3 today!

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lanmeliebrainrot: WAIT AMELIE'S BRUNETTE AGAIN??? GOD IS REAL. 🙌🏽 → bratzfan2000: @lanmeliebrainrot her power is unmatched rn 😭 maddy is BACK.

maddyfan_irl: not to be dramatic but i would die for brunette Amelie. 💔 → paddockbabe: @maddyfan_irl babe same. she’s mother now, always has been.

sydnmeliefan: the SERVE that’s coming... we are NOT ready. → snlmelie: @sydnmeliefan syd + ames in the same episode is gonna end careers 🔥

ameliedaydreams: MOTHER IS BACK. MOTHER IS ACTING. MOTHER IS SLAYING. 📣📣📣

melie_wicked: two years break and she just pops back into euphoria like she owns HBO 😭 LEGEND. → landonrizz: @melie_wicked she took a lil tour, slayed music, slayed love, and now back to slay us. 🫡

lanmelieedits: guys be serious it’s 10000% a wig she’s not giving up blonde after fighting for it 😭 → foryouamelie: @lanmelieedits she’s dedicated to the role bestie let’s not underestimate Maddy Perez 😌

euphoriaiconz: amelie being brunette again is my roman empire. → amezslays: @euphoriaaiconz DAILY. HOURLY. EVERY 30 MINUTES.

vroomvroomqueen: amelie filming AND looking like a brunette goddess?? lando stay strong bro. 🧎🏻‍♀️

maddysrings: AMELIE IS BRUNETTE AGAIN EVERYONE STAY CALM 🚨🚨🚨 → euphoriacore: @maddysrings i'm NOT calm i’m LOSING ITTTT 😭

lanmelieobsessed: THE HAIR. THE ATTITUDE. MADDY PEREZ IS BACKKK 🔥🔥🔥 → vivalanmelie: @lanmelieobsessed maddy season 3 supremacy incominggg

f1xdrama: how’s lando breathing rn bc IM NOT 💀

euphoriawh0re: the SASS she’s gonna bring this szn is gonna be ILLEGAL → sugargirllano: @euphoriawh0re she’s about to make maddy the MAIN CHARACTER again idgaf 😭

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Amelie hurried through the front door of her Los Angeles house, Benny cradled in one arm, the other struggling to push the door closed behind her. She still had her brunette wig on — a silky, dark chestnut that clung to her face, remnants of Euphoria’s filming hours earlier. Her cheeks were flushed, not from the California heat, but from the rush of making it home in time. She promised Lando they’d have dinner tonight, and after the crazy-ass week they both had, she wasn’t about to let him down.

She toed off her uggs clumsily, giggling softly as Benny batted at her shoelaces like the clingy little menace he was, before padding through the house toward the familiar sound of her boyfriend’s intense concentration.

Through the cracked door of the sim room, Amelie spotted him immediately — headset on, hyper-focused, hands flying across the steering wheel. His hair was a mess of caramel curls, his shoulders relaxed but sharp with focus. Fuck, she thought, heart squeezing a little. How was he always so fucking cute even when he was doing the most nerdy shit?

—Lan, baby, dinner time— she called out softly, voice sing-song as she shifted Benny onto her hip. The cat grumbled but stayed, nuzzling into her neck.

No response.

She smirked, rolling her eyes.

—Landooo— she said again, a bit louder. —If you make me starve to death in my own house, I’m haunting your ass.—

Still nothing.

Amelie huffed, stepping fully into the room now, Benny’s tail flicking against her arm.

—LAN.—

Lando finally turned around mid-race, pulling his headset off... and froze. Completely froze.

His eyes widened the second he saw her — really saw her — standing there with her brunette hair falling messily around her face, Benny cradled in her arms like some needy little teddy bear. Lando's mouth opened slightly, like he was trying to form a sentence but his brain just... short-circuited.

—Fuck me,— he breathed, voice low, almost reverent.

Amelie tilted her head, a mischievous smile curling at the corner of her lips. —That was not the response I was expecting.—

Lando still didn’t move, like he was looking at a ghost. Or a memory. His chest rose and fell faster, hands slipping off the wheel as he spun in his chair to fully face her.

—You...— he started, voice cracking, —you look like... fuck, Ames.—

Amelie giggled, walking over, Benny still clinging to her like a clingy little koala. —You’re acting like you’ve never seen me before.—

—Not like that,— Lando muttered, his eyes raking over her, drinking in the brunette strands, the way they framed her face, softer, familiar in a way that dug straight into his ribs and cracked them open.

Because that's how she looked when he first met her. Back in 2020, when he was just a wide-eyed idiot with a stupid massive crush, playing video games with her until stupid o'clock just to hear her laugh. When they used to sneak around, clumsy kisses and desperate touches, her dark hair spilled over his pillows.

The ache was instant.

Lando stood up so fast his chair rolled back and hit the wall with a thunk. Benny let out a startled meow and bolted out of Amelie's arms, but she barely had time to register it because Lando was on her.

His hands cupped her jaw, almost unsure for half a second, like he needed permission... and then he kissed her.

Hard.

The kind of kiss that dragged a soft gasp out of her, that stole her breath and curled her toes against the hardwood floor.

Amelie laughed against his mouth, trying to push him gently away, but he just growled and kissed down her jaw, her neck, fingers tangling in the back of her wig like he couldn’t help himself.

—Lan, baby, the food,— she mumbled, half-heartedly.

He just hummed, pressing his forehead against hers. —Fuck the food.—

She laughed, tipping her head back so he could mouth at her throat. —You’re such a whore when I’m brunette.—

—You’re a fucking weapon when you’re brunette,— he groaned. His accent got heavier when he was flustered, words warm against her skin. —You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me, Ames. No fucking idea.—

Amelie grinned, but eventually managed to plant both hands firmly on his chest and shove him back a step. He whined. Actually whined.

—You,— she said, poking his forehead, —are gonna start dinner. Right now. Because if you keep doing that, we’re never gonna eat and I am fucking starving.—

Lando pouted dramatically. —But you look like that.—

—And I’m about to look like a corpse if you don’t feed me.—

He threw his head back with a groan but finally, finally, dragged himself toward the kitchen, muttering under his breath about how she was "mean as hell" and "unfair" and "completely bloody gorgeous".

Amelie snickered to herself and padded down the hall toward the bedroom. She peeled the wig off carefully once she reached the bathroom, tossing it onto the counter with a relieved sigh. Immediately, her real hair — her bright, messy blonde — flopped out, and she ran her fingers through it, giving her scalp a grateful little scratch.

—God, that’s better,— she muttered, tying it up into a quick messy bun before stepping into the shower.

It was a quick rinse — she didn’t want to leave Lando alone too long or he might burn the house down — and when she came out, she tugged on one of his old hoodies (so fucking big it swallowed her) and a pair of tiny shorts before wandering barefoot back into the kitchen.

Lando was at the stove, brow furrowed in intense concentration as he flipped something in a pan. Benny was weaving around his ankles, meowing like he hadn’t eaten in years even though Amelie knew he had been fed.

She leaned against the doorframe, smiling softly at the sight.

—You look like a househusband,— she teased.

Without turning around, he said —You look like the hottest fever dream I've ever had.—

Amelie laughed, walking over and wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, resting her cheek against his back. He relaxed immediately into her, like muscle memory.

—Blonde again, huh?— he teased, glancing at her over his shoulder.

She smirked. —Don’t sound so disappointed.—

He turned slightly so he could kiss the top of her head. —Never disappointed, baby. Just...— He trailed off, smirking. —You have no idea what brunette-you does to me. Dangerous. I nearly fucking proposed right there on the sim rig.—

Amelie snorted, giving his ass a playful squeeze that made him jump.

—You’re such a little simp,— she said fondly.

Lando flipped the food again and gave her a wicked grin. —Only for you, Ames. Always have been.—

Her heart did a stupid little flip in her chest. Fucking hell, how did he still make her feel like she was sixteen and falling for him for the first time?

She stretched up onto her toes to kiss his cheek. —Lucky me.—

He bumped her nose with his playfully. —Luckiest bastard alive, actually.—

And as the kitchen filled with the smell of whatever half-burnt thing he was attempting to cook, and Benny pawed at her leg demanding attention, and Lando kept sneaking little kisses every time he passed her a plate, Amelie couldn’t help but think that yeah — maybe they were both pretty fucking lucky after all.

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jadenhossler replied to your story

jadenhossler: screaming crying throwing up rn ameliedayman: ur so dramatic for WHAT jadenhossler: i miss brunette u like crazy even tho it’s fake 💔 ameliedayman: love u 4 that.

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maxfewtrell: no way you switched up on us brunette girl era again?? ameliedayman: for today only 🤓 maxfewtrell: thank god, blondie supremacy forever 🙏🏼 ameliedayman: rude

chandlerkinney replied to your story

chandlerkinney: MY BRUNETTE WIFE IS BACK 🥹 ameliedayman: she's fake tho 💔 chandlerkinney: idc i’m printing out the pic and framing it ameliedayman: i support women’s rights and wrongs. thank u.

victoriadayman replied to your story

victoriadayman: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE 😭😭😭 victoriadayman: amelie. you know i HATED when you went dark. you looked like a STRANGER. victoriadayman: you had such a beautiful light aura!! ameliedayman: MOM RELAX IT’S A WIG 😭😭 victoriadayman: you almost made me cry lmaooo

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callumdayman: emo core. ameliedayman: 😂😂 you WISH you had this range. callumdayman: send a pic to abuela see what she says lmao

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joshrichards: ok wait brunette ams is lowkey a different person 👀 ameliedayman: alter ego unlocked. joshrichards: tell her i said what’s up 😏 ameliedayman: BLOCKED

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The plates clinked softly as Lando set the last one down on the kitchen island, flashing a proud little smirk even though most of the credit for not burning the food belonged to Amelie.

—Dinner is served, m’lady,— he said in an exaggerated British accent, pulling her stool out like a proper gentleman.

Amelie giggled, flopping down dramatically onto the seat. —Thank you, my good sir. Your services are appreciated.—

Benny immediately tried to climb onto her lap, his nose twitching at the scent of food. Björn, meanwhile, was perched on the counter, glaring down like an unimpressed little gargoyle, tail flicking dangerously close to Lando’s plate.

—Björn, I swear to God, if you touch my chicken,— Lando warned, pointing a fork at the grey menace.

Björn blinked slowly, clearly plotting how to ruin Lando’s life.

Amelie just laughed, scratching under Benny’s chin as she leaned over to steal a bite off Lando’s plate. —You know he doesn’t listen to threats. He only respects violence.—

—Remind me to sleep with one eye open tonight.—

Amelie grinned, popping the stolen bite into her mouth. —Good idea. He’ll probably sit on your face again if you’re not careful.—

Lando groaned, glaring at Björn who was now grooming himself like he hadn't just tried to plot a full-blown heist on the chicken. —Why does he hate me so much? I feed him. I pet him.—

—He senses weakness,— Amelie teased, smirking as she forked some veggies onto her own plate. —Benny loves you though.— She glanced down where Benny was curled up on her lap, his head resting on Lando’s thigh, purring like a motor.

Lando gave Benny a fond scratch behind the ears, his expression softening immediately. —Benny’s my boy. At least someone in this house respects me.—

—Excuse me?— Amelie arched an eyebrow.

Lando grinned, leaning over to nudge her shoulder. —You respect me too, sunshine. In certain situations.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, cheeks heating slightly. —You’re unbelievable.—

—You love me,— he shot back instantly, grinning like the cocky little shit he was.

And goddamn it, she did. More than she ever thought possible.

The conversation drifted from there—light, easy. They talked about stupid TikTok trends, the ridiculous amount of traffic in LA, how Max had texted Lando a meme of a clown after his last sim race. Nothing important. Nothing serious.

Just… them.

Lando was mid-story about how one of his engineers accidentally spilled an entire coffee on Zak’s shoes last week when Amelie suddenly zoned out a little, her fork paused halfway to her mouth.

It wasn’t the story. She’d heard plenty of those.

It was him. The way he sat across from her, relaxed, hoodie sleeves pushed up, talking with his hands like he always did when he was animated. His curls still slightly damp from his shower, cheeks flushed from the heat in the kitchen.

It was the smell of dinner they’d cooked together. The sound of Benny’s soft purrs and Björn’s occasional irritated meow. The faint hum of the dishwasher running in the background.

It was… domestic.

So fucking domestic.

And something about that hit her like a truck.

Because this — this stupid, simple, quiet moment — felt so right. So normal in the middle of the absolute circus that was their lives.

She could get used to this.

Fuck, she wanted to get used to this.

To come home after a long day of filming and know he’d be here. To bicker over who burned the pasta. To fall asleep with Benny on her feet and Lando’s arm around her waist. To wake up to his sleepy face buried in her neck.

Her chest tightened, a weird mix of warmth and terror flooding her veins.

She hadn’t said any of it out loud. She wasn’t even sure she was ready to admit it to herself fully.

But she felt it.

He was her home.

Even when they were a mess, even when they were miles apart, even when the world felt like it was spinning too fast — he was the constant. The anchor.

Her eyes flickered back to him. He was still talking, completely oblivious to her internal monologue, making some dramatic gesture with his fork.

And she smiled. Soft. Private.

God, she was so fucked.

—Ames?— Lando’s voice snapped her back, his brows furrowing as he looked at her. —You zoned out. You good?—

She blinked, realizing she’d been staring like a lovesick idiot. —Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sorry.—

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. —Thinking about how hot I looked in the sim rig earlier?—

She snorted. —Yeah, sure. That was it.—

He laughed, reaching across the counter to steal a piece of broccoli off her plate, popping it into his mouth with a triumphant smirk.

She just watched him for a moment longer, her heart doing that stupid fluttery thing again.

Maybe she didn’t have to have it all figured out right now. Maybe it was okay to just… feel it.

Let it simmer.

Let it grow.

She’d talk to him eventually. About the future. About what she wanted. About what they wanted.

But tonight?

Tonight she just wanted to sit here, eat half-burnt chicken, and bask in the quiet, stupid, perfect normalcy of it all.

She reached across the table and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together without saying a word.

Lando blinked down at their hands, then looked up at her, an eyebrow raised in question.

She just smiled.

—What?— he asked, a soft grin tugging at his lips.

Amelie shrugged, squeezing his hand gently. —Nothing. Just… like you.—

His grin widened, eyes softening in that way that always made her insides melt.

—Yeah?— he asked, voice teasing but his thumb stroked over her knuckles like he already knew.

—Yeah,— she whispered back.

And for once, the silence between them didn’t feel like something that needed filling.

It just… was.

And it was enough.

[br4tzz]

CLEAN YOUR ACT UP — B.E

billie had been teasing you all throughout tour, you were needy and she knew it. you guys made a bet to see how long you two could go without touching each other or touching yourselves, the deal was whoever lost the other can do whatever they want, not knowing you were gonna fail miserably. 

there you were fingers deep in your pussy, playing with one of your tits. "shitttt"  you moaned in a hushed voice. billie was in the bathroom getting ready and you were sure to have enough time to get off without getting caught. your eyes rolled back as you were on the verge of cumming " oh my god ! " you needed a release oh so bad, was it worth losing? maybe. you were so close that you didn't even notice that bil came out.

"baby did you see where i put my-" "oh," billie said slightly smirking "i fucking knew itttt" practically saying it victory. you jumped up immediately closing your legs ." nuh- huh keep 'em open" she said pushing them open.

"holy fuck you're literally dripping" "were you that horny?" she was teasing.

"shut upp" you giggled.

"lemme help".

"bil you have a show in a bit-" "so?".

"fine." you huffed.

she spread open your pussy lips, catching a bit of arousal. she licked it clean.

she went up and down your slit teasing you a bit. sticking her thumb inside your wet cunt every time, she pressed her thumb on your cilt doing figure 8s.

"you're so pretty.." she breathed. "shitt. to be honest you probably not gonna be able to think after im done with you"

"open"  she said as a string of saliva fell on your tongue.

"good girl"

"holy shit !" you moaned as billie slammed two fingers into your entrance. you were getting overwhelmed and she see that.

"mama you gotta relax". no matter how many times you've done this, you've always gotten to this point. she's just too good.

she started to go faster and rougher. you gripped her arm to gain some type of composer.

'bil- oh fuckk!"

you tried to form a sentence but you could only think about is your girlfriend going deeper in your pussy.

you really couldn't think.

your thighs began to close on billie's arm, she gripped your thigh and pushed them up.

she added a third finger stretching you out. "it f-feels soo good" you cried out. "i know baby" you could just taste the cockiness in her mouth.

"i love you so fucking much" you moaned in a porno type of way.

"jesuss" the sight that billie was seeing made her wanna cum right then and there. oh, how pretty u looked with your makeup all fucked up and tears running down your face.

"baby im gonna cu-" you were cut off by her going at an inhuman speed.

"hmm? you're gonna cum?" you nodded basically giving in to her. "yeah? you're gonna cum all over my fingers?" "billie, billie, baby!" you continuously chant her name. your eyes rolled back as your breathing got heavier.

the knot in your stomach was soon coming undone, legs shaking, toes curling.

with a blink of an eye, it has soon gone.

"wha-" you said opening your eyes very confused.

"mmm you should really fix yourself up," billie said licking your juices off her fingers.

"we gotta leave soon" billie smirked kissing your forehead.

oh, that sneaky bitch.

[squiddyfics]

into you

part one: the way

[ part two | part three | part four | part five | part six ]

thanos x f!reader

description: you're a pop singer, and you collaborate with thanos on a song. the two of you become friends, but fans speculate that it could be more than that. (au; no mention of the games)

18+ minors dni

warnings: alcohol

a/n: i've never written anything like this before so please tell me what you think! it's loosely inspired by mac miller and ariana grande, hence the title. i would love to make this a series; i already have plans for future parts. <3

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yourusername my new single “ride or die” with thelegendthanos will be out at midnight!!! thank you to everyone who made this such an amazing experience. thanos and i put our all into the song and music video so i truly hope you enjoy.

user1 IM SO EXCITED AHHH

user2 “thank you y/n” we all say in unison

yourbestfriend so so proud of you

user3 mother is feeding us

thelegendthanos they ain’t ready

↳ user4 OMG THANOS IS HERE

user5 y/n and thanos is a collab i never imagined

↳ user6 the song we didn’t know we needed

thelegendthanos

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thelegendthanos RIDE OR DIE. MIDNIGHT. yourusername

user1 the goat

user2 CANT WAIT

yourusername we ate

↳ user3 MY WIFEEEE I LOVE YOU

user4 you better not be making pop music now

user5 🔥🔥🔥

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ynupdates Thanos joins y/n onstage at her concert to perform “Ride or Die”.

user1 their friendship is so precious

user2 i was there! the show was AMAZING

↳ user3 omfg you witnessed this in person?? SPILL

↳ user2 user3 yess it was super cute and they performed so well together

yourusername

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yourusername cheers to an amazing night 🥂 thank you for all the love you’ve shown ride or die, i can’t tell you how much it means to me

user1 KILLED ITTTT

user2 she’s an icon, she’s a legend, and she IS the moment

thelegendthanos thanks for having me up there with u 🔥 also the drinks tasted like shit

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ynupdates SPOTTED: y/n and Thanos were seen getting cozy at a bar after their performance together.

user1 my shaylassss

user2 there’s NO WAY they’re just friends

↳ user3 right??? i’m calling it now

↳ user4 yall are so weird and parasocial, they haven’t announced anything so there’s no reason to speculate

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also for ONCE i have a request xD

Dabi x healer!user? :3 (im sorrry im not spefieieietic, I like leaving it open so you can do whatever with it :3)

omg a new request from youuu you just made my day I’m on itttt <333

Dabi x gn!healer reader

No warnings, just silly fluff

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You heard the knock before the smoke alarm.

“Open up,” came the familiar, deadpan voice through the door. “I’m dying. Again.”

You flung it open and immediately sighed, exasperated but not surprised.

There stood Dabi, your favorite fire hazard, looking like he'd just crawled out of a dumpster fire; shirt half-burned, face smudged in soot, one eyebrow singed off (again), and holding a crumpled fast food bag like it was a peace offering.

"I brought you fries," he said, grinning lopsidedly. "They're a little... uh, warm."

"They're charred, Dabi."

"Yeah, well, I walk with hellfire, babe."

You blinked. "You ran into a propane tank during a fight again, didn’t you?"

“…I plead the fifth.”

Your couch was already prepped. Dabi flopped onto it dramatically, sprawling like a sad, crispy noodle. You stood over him, hands glowing faintly, and tapped his forehead with your index finger. “Do you know how many people would kill to have a free on-call healer and still manage to look like this every three days?”

“Yeah, I’m special like that.”

“Specially stupid.”

“Ouch,” he said. “Wounded.”

“Indeed. Now stay still so I can change that”

You pressed your hands against his ribs, healing the burn on his side first, as you muttered to yourself.

“I told you to stop getting set on fire.”

“I am fire.”

“Then stop getting extra set on fire. And stop giving me such cringey replies”

He gave you a lazy grin, watching as your fingers moved carefully across his skin. You always healed him so gently. Like he wasn’t a walking Molotov cocktail. Like you weren’t constantly fixing what he broke.

“You know,” he said after a pause, “if I faked an injury, would you still patch me up?”

You gave him a flat look. “If you faked an injury, I’d patch up the floor after I knocked you through it.”

He merely snorted and let you continue, making a mental note to test that later. 

“Hey.” He poked your arm as you worked on the cut across his collarbone. “Why are you always so nice to me?”

You shrugged. “Because you're my favorite arsonist.”

“There are others?”

“There are surprisingly many.”

Dabi made a mock-offended sound. “Unbelievable. You cheating on me with some two-bit matchstick wannabe?”

“I would never,” you said, gasping dramatically. “You’re my one and only defective fireplace.”

He smirked. “Damn right I am.”

The healing ended with him dramatically flopping his arm over his forehead like some kind of Victorian maiden. “Ohhh... I’m all better, thanks to your tender, magical touch.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

He peeked at you from beneath his arm. “You like it.”

You tried not to smile.

He definitely noticed.

When he finally sat up, dusting soot off your couch (rude), you noticed his hair was sticking up wildly on one side, as if he’d gotten into a fight with a hairdryer and lost. And so you reached up without thinking and gently tried to flatten it.

He blinked.

You froze.

“I- sorry. Habit.”

He didn’t move. Just looked at you, then said in that deadpan sarcastic tone “Okay that’s fine, but if you start braiding my hair or putting cute little clips in it, we’re gonna fight.”

“Oh no, you’ve discovered my plan.”

“…Wait, really?”

(Lmao imagine)

Later, when he was stretched out on your couch eating cookies you’d made earlier (you always had snacks ready for his post-‘crime scene’ recovery), he looked over at you.

“You know, you’re kind of a menace.”

“Me?!”

“Yeah. You’re out here being nice and sweet and putting yourself in danger by hanging around a guy like me.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile was fond. “You’re not dangerous to me, Dabi.”

He merely grinned, that cocky look making you roll your eyes for seemingly the millionth time that night as you sat beside him, curling your legs up under you, and resting your head on his shoulder. He tensed for a second, but then leaned into you, like he didn’t mean to, like he was totally used to it.

“…You’re lucky I like you,” you mumbled.

“Correction,” he said smugly, “you’re blessed to be in my smoky, charred presence.”

You elbowed him gently. “I’m considered ‘blessed’ when you keep showing up for my cookies and healing like it’s your day job?”

“Gotta keep the brand alive,” he replied, stealing another cookie.

Dabi never said thank you out loud, he never had a way with words, but he always left his dishes in the sink, carefully rinsed. Always placed the blanket you gave him (almost) neatly over the couch before leaving.

And once- just once- you found a small, soot-smeared sticky note on your fridge that read:

You’re an idiot for doing this. Don’t stop. I’ll probably be back tomorrow – D.

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[jadeddangel]

I saw that u write poly stuff and my mind was inspired, maybe u could write something where adam and lute comfort reader because something happened and even a bit suggestive if u want:))

EEEE IM SO HAPPY I INSPIRED YOU!!

Lute x reader x Adam

"It's gonna be ok, beautiful"

Warnings: None

Art isn't mine and belongs to @.D4gm4rs on twt

The bed was cold even though it seemed like Adam and lute had left hours ago ,although it had only been 30 minutes. It was your day off.. you had finally gotten a break from everything. You were tired of souls coming to you for help for all these things that you couldn't possibly help with. The worst part of all, though was there was this angel that wouldn't leave you alone, he had been pretty much stalking you. He was trying to get you to go on dates to try and get you to hang out with him.

You were hesitant to tell Adam and lute scared Adam would over react and that lute wouldn't leave your side; you can imagine how surprised you were when they just gave you some love and left for work. And so here you were, alone, still laying in bed, you just wanted to sleep and stay here forever..

You must've fallen asleep cause when you woke up it was almost dark. With a sigh, you got up, tugging out of the bedroom and going to the kitchen to get dinner ready. You paused seeing that there was already a bag of food on the counter.. it was your favorite, and it even had your favorite drink.. you heard the tv running in the living room. You smiled and walked to the living room seeing 2 familiar tuffs of brown and white grey hair. You reached over and covered Adam's eyes from behind him. "Guess who?" You snickered a bit. Adam hummed a bit. "Is itttt my pretty girl?" Adam guessed, tilting his head up towards the ceiling so you could see his smile. You giggled and leaned down, giving him a kiss. "mhm.." You hummed against his hips. You pulled away brushing his hair back out of his face, you tilted your head to face lute, "there's my pretty girl" you mused leaning closer to her and giving her an Eskimo kiss before kissing her forehead. Lute smiled a bit. "Hi there, baby.. how was your day?" She asked sweetly. You climbed over the back of the couch to plop in between them. "It was as good as it could get with me sleeping all day" you laughed a bit. Lute played with your hair absent-mindedly while Adam tugged at the baggy pajama pants you were wearing. "You know I really like this color on you but maybe we should just take it off hm?" Adam hummed slowly slithering his hands up your thighs til he was holding onto the waist band of the pants. "Adam I will literally never make you ribs again if you take those off" you said curtly opening your eyes a bit to give him a glare. Adam huffed and pulled his hands away, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a toddler. You sighed a bit but decided not to deal with it, "Adam will you get the bag of food? Please? I'll give you head in the morning I promise" you bribed knowing he was going to fight you if you didn't offer. Before you could even finish the word head Adam was already up and grabbing the bag excitedly, "deal!", Adam even went the extra fucking mile and started making your plate for you while watching the movie that was barely getting any attention.

The night was relaxing, you and lute took a bath together cause Adam couldn't be trusted not to start something. Then it was onto dessert, another movie and cuddles. As promised in the morning before work you gave Adam head before he left. And you know what maybe it was good luck cause that day wasn't half bad.

You didnt know what happened(Adam and lute beat the shit out of the guy and talked to your boss about easing up on you) but that didn't matter and as long as everything kept going well it was always gonna be a good day.

[rafesproperty]

Im BEGGING so hard they make Rarry happend (rafe and Barry) BECAUSE LIKE EVEN THE CAST SHIPS ITTTT

IM THE BIGGEST RARRY SOLDIER ON EARTHHHHH I LOVE THEM SM LETS DISCUSS THEM.

The thing is that if one of them was a girl everyone in the fandom would go insane over them, but since they are boys it probably won’t even happen.

THESE ARE NOT‼️ PLATONIC LOOKS. The eyes, chico, they never lie

Topper is me asf

They would literally make so much sense. The thing is Barry is so special to Rafe in so many ways. Notice the way Rafe lets Barry talk to him (sassy, making fun of him, Barry literally going “let me lead and SHUT UP” and Rafe just going “ok🥰”, Barry going “I’ll knock that J-Crew lookin ass out” and Rafe just smirking and blushing). Rafe would NOT let people speak to him the way he lets Barry speak to him… like ever 😭 Also when Barry told him he’ll lead it was when they went after the Pogues and it’s something Rafe very much cared about. HE’S A PROACTIVE TYPE OF PERSON, he would not let someone he doesn’t 100% trust “lead,” he’s a control freak. Yet here he was, just going “okay,” trusting Barry with something so important to him.

Barrys presence is so important in Rafes life and I feel like neither of them really realises but it genuinely is. RAFE ALWAYS RUNS TO BARRY FIRST. He would NOT let anyone know he killed Peterkin (Topper and Kelce are his closest friends and he’d never tell them), yet here he was on Barrys floor, confessing to him, allowing him to see his breakdown AND —

BRO DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS SCENE OMFG —

He slept AT BARRYS when he had probably the worst day ever (Ward screaming “Rafe you fucked us!” at him, him drowning Sarah and Topper beating him up happened in the same day) and the next scene we get is Rafe waking up on Barrys couch. I imagine him going into absolute panic in the middle of the night and not wanting to go home to his dad, the only place he can think of being Barrys… so he goes to Barry. We were so, so robbed of a scene where Rafe shows up in the middle of the night saying “I didn’t know where else to go” with a beat up face and Barry going “Shit, country club.”

I’m just convinced Rafe felt safe enough with Barry so he always ran to him.

Their first meeting in S3 as well. I’m pretty sure that was the first time they saw each other since Barry betrayed him in S2 and Rafe was just okay and calm and ASKED BARRY FOR HELP AGAIN. Rafe holds grudges like crazy, yet he trusted him enough after his betrayal to seek him out again. Like nothing ever happened. And Barry helped him again. Because Barry always helps him (he claims it’s just for the money but the thing is he was willing to murder for Rafe and that is not something he was comfortable with the entire show, I’m genuinely convinced he would not accept that offer from anyone, murder being over the line for him… yet for Rafe? Yeah).

We could see Barry being uncomfortable by Rafes murderous temptations in a few scenes (especially the one where he tried to drown Kie), but the second Rafe asked him to kill Ward he was like ALRIGHT I’LL DO IT FOR YOU. Also Rafe was so hyperfixated on his dad, it was the most important person in the world to him, so him asking Barry to do it just shows the level of trust. He asked Barry to free him of this burden.

Also Barry DOES NOT do it only for the money. In Season 2 when Rafe comes over to pick up his drugs and asks Barry for “a piece” (a gun), Barry giggles and makes jokes UNTIL Rafe says “Do you realise it’s either me or him (John B) in this situation, right?” and in that very moment Barry switches and goes full angry protective mode and pulls out an entire bag full of guns 😭 And is fully ready to go with Rafe and to protect him and shoot a Pogue for him. But Rafe did not ask for help. He didn’t offer him money. He just asked for a gun. Barry did all of that on his own and he went with him on his own. I think that’s also why Rafe told him “You know I’ll take care of you,” he himself was surprised someone was willing to protect him and go with him out of their own free will.

At the end of S1 Barry went with Rafe after the Pogues because they owed him money, but he still handled Rafes mental breakdown pretty well (NO other character ever managed that, not even his family), he cracked some jokes and got Rafe out of the panic state by motivating him to go do something about it, and joining him.

Also the shit they say to each other…

“You know I’ll take care of you.”

“I own you now.”

“Tranquilo?”

“Tranquilo, baby.”

Barry casually saying “How does that feel, babyboy?” in S1

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER?!

Nice try mf I know love eyes when I see them

Another thing is their dynamic is absolutely perfect. Rafe, a bit psychotic, always taking everything seriously, grumpy asf and Barry, sassy mf that takes nothing seriously and is quite literally the only person that knows how to handle Rafe and how to talk back to him.

PLUS the actors shipping them is so wholesome and funny tbh (at least we won’t have another Jiara accident uhm…)

They also ADMITTED VERY PROUDLY that they send Rarry edits to each other 😭 “You know, whenever I miss Drew we’ll run back the tiktoks” dnsjskks

Drew literally going “Nick Cirillo who plays Barry in the show, my right hand… also my lover”

That’s boyfriends right there

One more thing I’d like to add is Barry was so judgy of Ward when he came to see Rafe (in S2 right before Rafe tried to run away and Ward came to warn him from the police), now it might be because Ward beat him up in S1 orrrrrr because he simply saw Rafes state (Rafe probably told him that his dad yelled at him that day when he slept over) and didn’t like his dad a single bit. I choose to go with the protective bf option.

Again, if one of them was a girl it would be one of the most popular ships just bc of their dynamic and banter and chemistry (JJPope situation all over again).

I hope Drew and Nick manage to sneak in a little bro kiss in some of the upcoming seasons (like that scene from Deadly Class when Marcus is randomly bro kissed), feel like it’s something they would 100% do 😭… Imagine drunk Barry going “Country cluuubbb, mwah” and Rafe just 🧍🏻

And I’d love to continue with more pics and edits but Tumblr won’t let me add more so we’ll end it here.

But they genuinely mean the world to me. I think a lot of people are shipping them as a joke but I’m IN LOVE with their ship and dynamic and the bond between them.

That’s all ty for reading 💕

[t0msvi4gra]

Plsss write a tom step daddy fanfic. And the plot is that the readers mom is a bitch and always treated her badly/abused her. One day her mom marries tom and he becomes her new step dad. The reader is like (18) and tom (29). Since the reader despises her mom she wants to take revenge and fucks around with her husband. (smut and everything/ they do it secretly whenever mom leaves and Tom says stuff like "you're my dirty little secret") IF U WRITE IT MY LIFE WOULD BE SO FULFILLED I'VE NEVER SEEN A STEPFATHER/DAUGHTER FANFIC HERE AND I NEED ITTTT

this is so so so hot

MY SECRET | TOM KAULITZ X FEMREADER

IM BACK GUYSSSSSSS

warnings: daddy name calling, cheating, degrading, praise

youre mom and dad had a huge argument about her cheating on him which had lead to your dad leaving. your mom had full custody of you so you couldnt really see your dad.

ever since your stepdad moved in, you hated him. you griped about how he was trying to replace your father and how he let your mom cheat knowing she was married. but you found him so hot. you could see why your mom saw him.

but it wasnt just your dad that she mistreated, she also mistreated you. she was an alcoholic and she constantly made you do everything.

your mom had to go to work the next day and you had a party to go to. you were wearing, stockings, a short skirt, and a long sleeve low cut top with some heels.

you woke up and picked out all your outfit and got ready. you grab your phone and your bag and you go downstairs, surprisingly tom was sitting on the couch watching whatever and he notices you heading out the door.

“where you think your going dressing like that?” he says getting up.

“im going to my boyfriends birthday party is that a problem?” you say throwing your hands up. “boyfriend? hm well go change them we can talk about it.” he says giving you a little push to go to your room. “dont touch me.” you say shrugging him off. “then go change… or ill have to rip these clothes off of you and make you change.” he says grabbing your waist. “ew! get off of me!” you try to push away, you really did secretly find him hot, you always wondered what it was like to fuck him. “dont lie to me, youve wanted me. the way you purposely bend over to reveal your pussy to me. ive heard you with your little vibrator wishing it was me.” he says as he cups you through your panties.

“youre so wet right now… we wouldnt want your mom to find out now would we?” he pulls you to your bedroom, closing the door and locking it, shoving you on the bed.

“flip over, ass up.” he says unbuckling his jeans. he rips your panties off and lifts up your skirt. his cock pointing at your entrance. “this is for being such a little slut.” he enters you slowly.

“what if my mom finds out?” you say whimpering a little. “shh she wont, youre my dirty little secret hm?” he says clamping his hand over your mouth.

he pounds into you grabbing your hair and pulling it as he takes you from behind. your moans muffle against his mouth.

“thats a good fucking girl. fuck yes youre so much tighter than your mom. she could never compare.” he chuckles as he fucks you raw.

“so much better than that little boy you hang with? answer me!” he says pounding harder, uncovering your mouth. you nod. he spanks you hard, “ use your words. i want to hear you.” he groans as you speak. “youre so much better than the boys i hang out with. bigger cock.. bi- im gonna cum daddy..” you whimper as you feel his cock slam against your cervix. “just a few more seconds babygirl.” he says as reaches around to rub your clit.

“daddy! i really need to cum! please!” you cry out as you squirt and cum all over your bedsheets. he releases his huge load inside of you as he slows down.

“now..” he says catching his breath. “forget about that party, let me hold you.” he says laying down, pulling you into his arms.

[ki11cupib0]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 [part 4]

𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲!𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

~part 1~ ~part 2~ ~part 3~

2538 wrds

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The next day was like any other day despite all the memories with Eddie. You get ready for class and head out like usual. Texting Brit all the details and promised to show her the pictures in person later for suspense. 

Simplybrit: UGH i guess ill wait for the pics!! OH but did you guys kiss yet??

You: hehehe

You: nopee and i don’t really mind it and don’t get me wrong i would love to kiss him >:)

Simplybrit: ooh slow burn get itttt!!! Im glad you guys stopped the staring and finally getting it on!!

You: you’re helpless… OH he did call me sweetheart AHHHH

Simplybrit: AHHHH WHAT HOW COULD YOU FORGET

You: oopsie :)

You laughed, amused by her enthusiasm. Going back to trying to focus on your professor despite your mind kept wandering back to last night. Eddie’s laughter, the movie banter, the easygoing way he’d looked at you—it all replayed in your mind like your own personal movie reel. 

After all the draining lessons, lunch rolls around. Heading to the “loser” picnic table you can see Brit and Kyle already there. “You better sit at this damn table and show us those pictures! No tree time.” Kyle shouts while covering Brit's ears.

You faked a gasp, “How could you take away my healing with nature time, ruthless human.” You laughed as you plopped down at the table, opening your phone to pull up the pictures.

Brit and Kyle immediately leaned in, their faces brimming with excitement. Brit practically squealed as you opened the album. You’d taken a few shots of the band mid-practice, capturing Jake’s intense focus, Sarah’s effortless rhythm on the drums, and Max absolutely lost in his bass. You share a picture of Eddie: he’s bent over his guitar, his face a mix of concentration and passion, a few strands of hair falling in his eyes.

“That one,” Brit says as nudging you, “You better get that framed. This man’s lookin’ intense.”

Kyle raises his eyebrows, looking impressed. “Oh yeah, definitely—he looks badass. Can’t believe you two finally broke past all that shy, side-glancing tension.”

"Trust me, there will be plenty of side-glances still,” you laugh, showing the last picture, one of Eddie’s cozy setup at his place—blankets, popcorn, pillows piled on the couch, a cozy nest made for two.

“Aww!” Brit squeals. “Look at that! This is, like, the official end of the ‘Will They, Won’t They’ era for you two. So cute!”

“Hold up, you’re telling me this isn’t a date?” Kyle asks, crossing his arms in mock disbelief. “Dude made a blanket fort. This is serious.”

You roll your eyes, laughing. “Not a blanket fort, Kyle. Just...cozy touches. It wasn’t a date-date, but yeah, it was kinda perfect.”

Then you swiped to a candid shot you’d snapped of Eddie looking over at you during a quiet moment, his face soft and relaxed, almost contemplative. This man will be the death of me.

Brit’s eyes went wide. “Ohhhh, you caught him staring!” she exclaimed, pointing at the screen. “Look at that look on his face! It’s so… so—”

“Enduring?” you finished with a grin, already knowing exactly what she meant.

Kyle raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “And sweetheart? Man, he’s really laying on the charm, huh?”

Brit swooned dramatically, clutching her chest. “I swear if this isn’t a romance novel waiting to happen…”

Just then, Garrett strolls over with a smirk on his face. “What’s all the fuss about over here?” he asks. He immediately shoves you to sit and steals the phone. Kyle visibly struggles to keep his seat, and Brit chooses to sit on his lap. 

“Oh, so this is what I missed out on last night? Ryan said you two were up to something.” Garret said, a teasing grin on his face.  “I always thought you two had chemistry, you’re like two magnets circling each other, just waiting to collide.” He chuckled. 

You blush a little at his comment, then catch Garret up to speed. But before you can get too far, Ryan shows up, plopping down with his food tray in front of everyone. “Wait, what’d I miss?” He glances around at the little group huddled around your phone.

“It’s our girl finally sealing the deal with Eddie,” Brit announces proudly.

Ryan laughs, leaning in. “I WAS RIGHT! Almost thought you guys would be sending each other cryptic messages for the rest of the year.”

Just as the laughter settles, you hear a familiar voice behind you. "Who’s sending cryptic messages?"

Shit, he is quiet for someone so loud. 

Turning around, you see Eddie walking up with a smirk, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. Garret instantly takes a seat next to Ryan while gesturing for Eddie to take the now-empty spot.

He takes it gladly, “Back to my question, Ryan.” His voice was stern, but he still had that grin. Ryan chuckled awkwardly. 

“Well, our little tree hugger here was telling everyone about you two’s night” Kyle cuts in, winking at Ryan. 

“Oh yeah? And what kind of embarrassing stories are you sharing about me, tree hugger?” Eddie says, as you’re both shoulder to shoulder. His eyes scan your face as your face heats up. Fuck me…

“I—It’s not embarrassing stories, more awesome, super cool stories,” you say without looking back at him. Wordlessly, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and mutters a soft “Cute” under his breath. The whole group turns a blind eye and talks to each other as you two share a moment. 

It didn’t take long for Kyle and Ryan to begin debating over nonsense, this time about which superhero would win in a fight: Batman or Spider-Man.

“Look, Spider-Man’s got the speed, agility, the whole nine yards,” Ryan insists, waving his sandwich for emphasis. “He’d dodge every one of Batman’s fancy gadgets in a heartbeat.”

Kyle shakes his head. “Batman would have a plan for that! The dude practically wrote the book on ‘preparation.’ He’d just anticipate every move Spider-Man makes and shut him down.” Garrett opens his mouth but closes it after realizing how hopeless the debate was. At this point, he usually adds his thoughts...

Brit sighs, resting her chin in her hand with a dreamy look, clearly half-listening while scrolling through the pictures on your phone again. “Yup, this is my life now. My boyfriend defending fictional heroes while my best friend falls in love,” she mutters with a smirk, though her eyes sparkle with amusement.

Eddie, sitting next to you with his arm still draped casually around your shoulder, laughs, shaking his head at the debate. “Gotta say, I’m with Ryan on this one,” he says, leaning forward. “Spider-Man’s got the humor, too. Imagine Batman trying to keep up with the wisecracks—he’d tap out from sheer annoyance.” 

You can’t help but laugh, catching Eddie’s gaze as he grins at you, his brown eyes warm and full of mischief. “Yeah, you would root for the sarcastic underdog,” you say, nudging him with your shoulder. “Seems fitting.”

“Oh, so now you’re saying I’m predictable, sweetheart?” he says, quirking an eyebrow as his hand squeezes your shoulder slightly, playful but with a touch of that intensity he always seems to carry with him. 

“I’d say more… consistent,” you reply, fighting the smile that threatens to take over your face. Eddie’s grin widens, and for a moment, you’re both just locked in each other’s gaze, the rest of the group’s bickering fading into the background.

Brit leans over with a sigh, glancing between the two of you. “If I wasn’t so happy for you two, I’d be throwing something right now,” she jokes. “The pining looks are killing me.”

The whole group laughs as Kyle dramatically pulls Brit close, saying something about how he’s “keeping her warm.” Brit rolls her eyes but leans in with a smile, resting her head on his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Eddie leans in closer, his voice low. "So, ‘tree hugger,’ was it?"

You chuckle, cheeks flushing a bit. "Guilty. But to be fair, I was being mocked for my precious nature time."

Eddie’s mouth quirks up in a smirk. "Right, ‘cause you’re just a total nature spirit, like a fairy or something."

Garrett jumped in, pulling you both back to reality. “Hey, you two are adorable, but can you save the rom-com stuff for after lunch?”

Eddie threw a crumpled napkin at Garrett. “Oh, shut it, man,” he grinned, then looked at you. “Guess that’s our cue.”

Lunch wrapped up, and soon it was just you and Eddie, strolling together under the trees as the others headed back. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting soft patterns on his face as you walked in easy silence.

"So," Eddie says, eyes darting over to you, "did you really tell them everything about last night?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Depends. Why, feeling self-conscious, sweetheart?”

His grin widens, and he lets out a low chuckle. “Not at all. I just hope they got the story right. Wouldn't want to mess up our image or anything."

You smirk back. “Oh, I think I described you perfectly.”

“Perfectly?” He nudges you with his shoulder. “Gotta say, I’m flattered.”

As the conversation shifts to other things—music, classes, random observations—you both slowly ease into that soft, easy rhythm you’d fallen into the night before. Eddie occasionally drops his voice, drawing you in with that warm intensity in his gaze, making it hard to look away.

After a while, you both stop near a big oak tree, its branches casting dappled sunlight on the grass. Eddie turns toward you, his expression softening. “I really enjoyed our time last night… genuinely,” he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… I mean, I know we’ve been circling each other for a while, but I wish we’d done that sooner, y’know?”

You feel a warmth bloom in your chest at his words, a soft smile creeping onto your face. “Well, we’re talking now, aren’t we?” You tilt your head, nudging him gently with your shoulder. “Guess that’s what matters.”

His expression softens further, and he nods, his voice low. “Yeah, that’s true.” He lets out a breath, almost like he’s relieved. “And you’re right. I guess it doesn’t really matter how long it took. Just… kinda wish I’d worked up the guts sooner.”

A playful smile crosses your face. “Oh, come on. Eddie Munson, not having the guts? The guy who goes on stage and practically owns it? The guy that does anything he sets his mind to.”

He chuckles, a bit embarrassed, rubbing his arm. “Yeah, see, there’s this funny thing—turns out, being able to do all of that is somehow easier than talking to you.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, his confession hitting you in a way you hadn’t expected. “Ed, that’s… honestly, that’s probably the sweetest thing anyone’s said to me.”

He shrugs, looking a little sheepish. “It’s true. You’re kinda… intimidating, you know? Not like, in a scary way, but in this way that makes me want to say the right thing. I didn’t wanna mess it up.”

You step a little closer, feeling braver now. “You’re doing just fine, Ed. Besides, you’ve had me hooked with just the glances and awesome personality”

He laughs softly, shaking his head. “Damn, wish I’d known that. I thought I was being all smooth with the ‘sweetheart’ comments and little looks. Guess I was overthinking it.” He reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “But… I’m really glad we’re talking now. And I wanna keep this going.”

You squeeze his hand, warmth spreading through you. “So do I.”

He smiles, his gaze lingering on you, and for a moment, it’s like the rest of the world fades away.

As Eddie's gaze lingers on you, his thumb lightly brushing over the back of your hand, the world around you fades into a quiet hum. The sunlight dapples across his face, casting shadows and highlights that make his expression even more intense, and you find yourself holding your breath, waiting for whatever comes next.

"I don't think I've ever told you how beautiful you look," Eddie says softly, his voice so quiet that it almost blends with the rustling of leaves above. "Not just on the outside... but the way you light up when you're passionate about something. It's kind of... breathtaking."

Your heart flutters at the sincerity in his words. You’ve always known Eddie had a way with words, but hearing him say something so personal, so tender, makes your chest tighten in a way you didn’t expect.

"You're not too bad yourself…" you tease softly, trying to break the sudden tension, but Eddie doesn’t let you off the hook that easily. His eyes darken slightly, a flicker of something deeper passing through them.

"Is that so?" He steps closer, his voice dipping lower. "Maybe I’ll prove it to you."

Before you can respond, his hand moves to your face, his fingers gentle against your skin. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes never leaving yours. "You make me forget what I was even thinking half the time," he mutters, his thumb tracing along your jaw.

Your pulse quickens, and before you know it, his face is inches from yours, and the world seems to narrow down to just the two of you. For a brief second, you both freeze, the air between you crackling with unspoken words, the anticipation building.

And then, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in the softest of kisses. It’s slow, hesitant at first as if he’s giving you the space to pull away if you want to. But you don’t. You stay there, your hands coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your fingertips.

Eddie deepens the kiss just slightly, his hand gently cupping your face as if he’s afraid of breaking the moment. His lips are warm and soft, and they fit perfectly with yours—no rush, just the feeling of being there together, finally giving in to the connection that had been growing between you.

When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, and his breath is shaky. "I've wanted to do that for a while," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just... didn’t know if you felt the same."

You smile, a small laugh escaping your lips. "Well, now you know."

Eddie chuckles softly, his hands still resting on your face as he gazes at you, his eyes full of something deep and sincere. "I’m glad we’re doing this," he says, the words so simple, yet so full of meaning.

You nod, your fingers gently brushing against his as you stand there, basking in the warmth of the moment. "Me too, Ed. Me too."

And as you both stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, it feels like the beginning of something that’s been a long time coming—something real, something worth waiting for. The rest of the world fades away as you share a quiet, contented silence, knowing that whatever happens next, you’ve finally crossed that invisible line together.

Finally... the one I wanted.

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This is the last part of this!! It took me a while to finish this but it is finally done! (with most likely a lot of errors)

Next, I will either write about Castiel (spn) or König (cod), I'm hyper-fixated on both so we will see.

Anyway, thank you for reading! ♡♡♡

[mattnickchrisfan]

im back! (hit up my inbox please)

hey yall its been a hot minute since ive been on here. i took a little bit of a break and now im ready to come back and get back into itttt

i need some ideas for new things to write so please please please hit up my inbox for requests you guys want me to write

or just hit up my inbox for random question or just to say hi!!

[sojirai]

i gardened and am trying to get myself to do some watercolor stuff and am helping cook and cleaned up a bit so. and i have to get ready to go out soon for driving lessons. suicide postponed. but im almost out of my xanax and it takes so long for my new meds to even potentially work. im clinging to anything and everything i can. i have to make itttt ughhh

[jungkoode]

KIII IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED ITTTT I LOVE LOVE LOVE UR COMMENTARY SO MUCHHHH ITS MAKING ME LIVE AGHHH. NOTE THAT ITS NOT A CONTINOUS STORY BUT A UNIVERSE SO EACH FIC IS LIKE A DIFF GLIMPSE INTO THEIR PAIRING. IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS OR PROMPTS U CAN ALWAYS COMW THROUGH BABEEE ILYYYYY😫🕯🕯🤍🤍🤍

HELPPPP I DID KNOW IT WAS A UNIVERSE OKAY (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `) BUT I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS RANDOM SNIPPETS !!! Tumblr vocabulary is actually INSANE sometimes like… isn’t that what some people call series?? But then again my own “series” aren’t even series because they’re just like… mini chaotic disconnected novellas pretending to be related. So honestly? Universes supremacy. Universes is THE WORD. I love it here. I love YOU. I am so ready to live rent free in this vampire menace’s mind in every glimpse you give us. Every single one. ☝🏻

CHERRRRR I am SICK in the brain I will 100% send you prompts when I stop screaming in my pillow about that tulip scene. JUST YOU WAIT.

[dreamresus]

hii!! I have messaged you before and wanted to tell you that I have been on an art groove/consistently doing art again and it's been sooooo great. right now just drawing a lot of little guys(tm) and small comics and things like that, a lot of rabbits because my fursona is a rabbit lol. I have sketched some practice bodies and they have been turning out pretty well, like better than the impostor syndrome thought I could ever draw lmao, but have not worked up the courage to draw a resus scene yet. I really like baptiste and lifeweaver from overwatch, I love them both separately (have written a lot of self-ship fic between me and baptiste where he resuscitates me or vice-versa but more often the former) but I also ship them hardcore and I wanna draw resus/medical stuff with them...

I just thought I would share. it's been really scary but I'm at least having a lot of fun. I would love to share resus art with this community when I am ready but im not quite ready yet and kinda terrified of social media in general... but im excited to share this personal journey eventually because id love to encourage other creatives out there like me who are recovering from years of trauma you know... be like even if you are not at the skill level you want to be at yet really all is takes is practice and genuine love for the craft... thanks for being such a huge inspiration to me! honestly I'd love to introduce myself off anon and chat with you about resus art and stuff but I don't know if that would be weird and I am still pretty shy haha. BTW saw you needed a boost today and I hope you're doing all right. you're an awesome artist and the way you answer asks is really fun.

Hiya! I'm really sorry this message has been sitting in my inbox for so long. It absolutely made my day when I first read it. I don't really know the overwatch characters but i guess that didnt stop me from scribbling a sloppy attempt at baptiste and lifeweaver

All that said, I know this message is old so you might already be posting your work here (i hope you are) but if not...then... You should!! Dooo itttt everyone wants to see your art gguuuhhhofiadf there can never be enough resus art in the world. the gospel must be spread Sharing art is always intimidating but tumblr has a pretty great community of people. And posting stuff on the internet is about as anonymous as you can get! I love your message about how art just takes practice and passion. When you're in the early stages of learning to create something, it can be so difficult to believe that because it takes many hours to see progress. Anyway, I rambled a bunch but deleted it because no one needs to deal with that lol. It would certainly not be weird to introduce yourself off anon. Send me a chat! My inbox is open :)

[thecapricunt1616]

luca was serving more for me this season than carmy was and frankly, as much as it hurts my sydcarmy heart to say this, i would fine if luca and sydney ended up together

obviously i'm still holding out for sydcarmy but i genuinely don't know what storer has in store (haha pun intended) anymore considering the way he framed their relationship

but idk, what are your thoughts?

Ohhhhhhh anon - DO I HAVE THOUGHTS FOR YOU!!! Luca became the LOML this season, He is so calm and - what was that BS that Carmy said about Claire? Ohhh yes!! LUCA is Peace :))) As well as Marcus, I would love to be friends with Marcus. He is WAY too well adjusted for that kitchen thats for sure.

I am holding out for SydCarmy until the show is literally over because this season feels like it could be one of a few things more btc

A: (most likely what happened) This show was never meant to be a romance. But, after S1- and all the fans being like 'wow, idk if its just the actors butttt...Syd&Carmy are cute! And would be a great couple!!' and in the writers room , Chris said- that is it. This is endgame for the show, we will work it in to the 3 seasons we already have outlined. So come season 2 , sydcarmy is ITTTT it is it. Like - we all know this, sydcarmy is IT, everyone goes NUTS and loves it and Storer wasnt ready to see just how much we pay attention to the symbolism that isnt blatant (since with basically any other show out there people dont look as deep into it for symbology as the bear fans do because storer films it a certain way it attracts a certain crowd) - he got mad. he literally got mad that we figured him out. so like a baby he went "NO. WWWAAAHHH I WANTED IT TO BE A SUPRISE LIKE IT WAS MY IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE!" and shit all over it. Hm. Someone who has something great going for them, and then as soon as it starts actually going great - they SHIT ON IT AND RUIN IT FOR THEMSELF who does this sound like? Someone I think they go by...bear?

B: Second most likely, WILLFUL MISDIRECTION!!!! This was supposed to happen. I kinda knew things would get worse before they got better, but I didn't know THAT much worse. The more I think about it, Carmy wasnt OOC this season - EVERYONE ELSE WAS except for maybe Marcus? Which is CRAZY because the only one that SHOULD be OOC right now IS MARCUS BECAUSE HIS MOTHER DIED!!!! Carmy is turning into his old boss. Point blank period. So his behavior if anything is a tad bit tame. The smoking thing was out of left field I'm still trying to understand that one, but yea. This was purposeful misdirection, because syd needs to be broken down so she can realize why she really isnt leaving (hint- she feels something for carmy past platonic) carmy is still trying to romantisize claire in his head which is why were always seeing them make out. his family keeps bugging him about it and telling him that he needs to be with her so hes trying to make himself see it (he cant he tried in the freezer and can't see her that way.)

C: (least likely) they have 0 idea what theyre doing. sydcarmy isnt romantic, every writer in that room is on drugs or simply stupid, and claire and carmy are somehow meant to be????? when he literally doesnt like her and its so clear.

anywho im going down with this ship. i prefer my blue lotus fic storyline where carmy goes to therapy before this point and doesn't spiral and ruin everything :))) and admits his feelings to syd!!!

[alienjnx]

Heyy it’s me 🪷anon the ice cream was so delicious I got pistachio and berry-yogurt and the cafe was so cozy I’m definitely going again next Sunday

How was your day?

I still need to wash my hair I procrastinated it yesterday lol

Also it’s one of the first sunny days where I live and my dog was in a super good mood because of it she went into a puddle and her paws were pitch black with mud when she came out 😂

And it’s finally warm enough to wear the jeans skirt that I bought in winter I bought it to small and now it almost fits 🤩

Im going to get ready for bed and wash my hair and then I’m going to watch Vikings, btw what’s your favorite show?

omg haiiii ! im so so SO glad that you had fun today ! ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

supwr proud of u that the skirt almost fits ! u can do itttt !

i have quite a few fav shows ! i like my little pony and hannibal the most probably !

[beylinine]

Meet the ship- KirkUla 🌟🌹

First template by @ Silveefire on DeviantArt and second by @ oakwolves

Yes it's 2am by the time I post this, this is what I call a thrilling Saturday night activity

Playlist link:

Let me take you back to 2019,,,

Of course I fell face first down three flights of stairs when I got into Hetalia in 2019 and saw Arthur James Kirkland with my own two eyes. So naturally, the country I had created the year prior and then personified into a Hetalia character and him would have only the most respectful diplomatic relationship. Diplomationship? Diabolical.

When I graduate I will use my history degree to write about their long history that spans nearly a millennia, trust ‼️

These two are just...they would be that one couple who fell in love when they were in their 30s and stay together forever. "If it could be anyone, it would only and always be you" type of deal. Emotionally and spiritually married with kids in a rural farmland, physically 10,000 km/ 6200 miles apart with a life long duty.

Amor prohibido De contrabando final boss.

It's late and just thinking about them makes me so nsjsjs yall just don't understand, yall don't get itttt.

They're both island nations, have multiple siblings, seen as outsiders by those in their respective continents. Mehehru lives and breathes water, Arthur as we all know needs adult supervision by any pond. English -10°C winters vs. Otokian 48°C summers except it's January because Northern and Southern Hemispheres. Blue and green. She's his muse. He approached, fell first, and kept falling deeper into those double dimples with no way out. What a loser

Have a mentioned the yearning. Oh god. The yearning is disgusting in a they use a specific stamp and send physical letters to each other even in the twenty-first century Amarte a la Antigua type shit 😭

They've both been through a lot, only running into each other perhaps just a dozen times in a 800 year span. Hurt and Comfort, old people (in my head they're in their late 20s/early 30s) in love. Even in a mlp au they're so great yall arent ready for that though

Arthur is sacrificial in the way that he would spend years in Otokian climate if he could just be with her for longer than a couple of days.

Maybe informally get married at a Kirk (church) in Ula (nature).

Doomed poyas (word for land representation/responsible one/chosen one in Otokian yes im still building this nation, from the ashes (in world historical reference but also me losing my usb with 2019 info)) we rebuild‼️

Ok Bai 😭