#ask. ° ( delivered. )

[ham1lton]

i fell for you.

pairing: lando norris × reader (no faceclaim).

warnings + summary: nothing!! just lando going on his prince charming looking spree after a trolley hit and run.

author's note: thanks for the request! hope i did it justice lol. i’m currently on a long bus journey home so let me know if you have any more requests. i have exhausted my spotify playlists 😔💔

liked by yourbffsuser, bff2user and 34 others.

yourusername: GUESS WHO JUST PASSED HER TEST 😍😍😍😍 took my girls out to eat like the true sugar daddy that i am.

bff2user: thanks for the food!!! 🤤😍

-> yourusername: ur welcome bbg 😘💍

yourbffsuser: ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP

-> yourusername: YASSSSSSSSSS

-> bff2user: girl come get on a ft call with us!!

-> yourbffsuser: she can do us one better… she can DRIVE to us now.

-> yourusername: BOOOOOOOO!! i can’t!! i’m supposed to be taking my little brother grocery shopping. my parents are in work till late today.

-> bff2user: BOOOOO!! call us afterwards!!!

-> yourusername: I WILL 😍😘‼️💕

————————————————————————

————————————————————————

liked by yourbffsuser, bff2user and 40 others.

yourusername: i like to think i’m halfway decent at this photography shit.

yourbffsuser: WHOS THAT??

-> yourusername: it’s you guys? duh 🙄

-> yourbffsuser: bffr 😒 you know what i mean.

bff2user: we look so good in the first pic!! don’t we yourbffsuser?

-> yourbffsuser: WHAT ABOUT THE MAN IN PIC 2!!

-> yourbffsuser: WHOLE ASS MAN ON MY TL NO WARNING NO APOLOGY NO NOTICE NO NOTHIN!!

-> yourbffsuser: SHES SOFT LAUNCHING!!

-> yourbffsuser: although…. you’re so right. we’re both so cute 😍

-> bff2user: exactly we are 😘😍

landonorris: when you said you’d post me i wasn’t expecting just my torso…. don’t worry pookie, my side hoes aren’t following you. no need to hide me. 😘

-> danielricciardo: yes tf we are.

-> yourusername: JAIL FOR BOTH OF YOU! 😭

-> yourbffsuser: THIS IS UR MAN? 😭

-> landonorris: yass 😘😍

-> yourbffsuser: god… the men you put on this earth to provide and protect are using kissy emojis on the internet. 😔

[abilai]

New Skin

[noritaro]

siblingsssss!!!!

[selarina]

continuation to this

so, that night gojo satoru leaves with no jacket and half a broken heart and for the first time since he was 12 years old, he takes a sip of alcohol as he slouches against his home bar.

it's bitter, and it tastes a bit too much like soy sauce for his liking but he sips and sips until he sees the engraved "S.G" inscription at the bottom of his glass.

"hello, husband," a voice comes from behind him, interrupting his sob fest.

and for a moment, for dumb little moment, he thinks it's you. the voice sounds nothing like you though, it's far too high-pitched, but he's dreamt of this far too much for him to imagine someone else calling him husband.

aya tsukino materialises next to him, and seats herself on a seat beside him. she moves with a certain a quiet sleekness that he barely caught her moving from behind him. or maybe, he's finally out of it. "excited for the wedding, then?" she deadpans as she pours herself a drink.

"thrilled," he parrots back, merely a barren echo of emotions.

there's more truth in this room than there's been in your shared room for weeks. because it's simple really— gojo doesn't want to marry her, and aya couldn't care less as long as she got the money his family had.

before they had even exchanged any words, it was clear that they had this silent agreement that the two of them had little to do with love and everything to do with societal expectations and status.

as gojo attempts to take another sip from his empty company, he can't help but replay the events of the evening in his mind. your anger, and the way you stood up for the love you believed in. it'll haunt him for the rest of his life.

he wonders if you'll genuinely come to understand that he did have you in mind when he left you. he doesn't want you to be a mistress, a dirty little secret. he's seen how it broke his mother apart. how could he wish the same fate upon you knowing how his mother's life ended?

you're strong, and he believes you will persist and he will see at the end of his life sleeping grey and old in his bed as he stares at the way the sunlight hits your laugh lines.

but he also remembers the way you cried in secret. he never brought it up, he never brings it up. he was just waiting for the day you'd be comfortable enough to cry in front of him but for now, he settles for meaningless presents he brings afterwards to wipe off the blue from your face.

he places his glass down with a clink, and he hears a resembling clink from aya. "i'll ask you this only once, gojo satoru," she speaks up. "do you want this marriage?"

"i never wanted this marriage," his reply is immediate.

"of course not," she says. "i meant, do you still want to go through with this?"

he doesn't respond. the both of them know the answer to that, it's written all too clearly on his soppy little face.

"what if i don't," he finally speaks. "what about your money? your status?"

"my money..." she feigns to ponder. "as someone who's always sought out money, i can tell you one thing about it. money, it comes and it goes. i'll find another way as i always do," she says. "i will be fine."

"your father—"

"—is a terrible man, who will go on his pissy campaign against me but i hope it's not presumptuous of me to expect you to come to defence when needed. you know, for all the trouble?"

he chuckles with no mirth. seems trouble is all he's capable of causing the past few days. "of course," he responds.

aya smiles, she supposes there's one benefit of having the strongest sorcerer as her ex-fiancé. she stands up, as she pulls her coat snug against her body as she prepares to leave. "besides, you're not the only rich high-status man in town, you know?"

"well, they're not all me," he replies. his smug demeanour returning to him like it's breathing a new life into him.

"wow, a bonus too," she chuckles.

"and who was that handsome man with you on friday? blonde, glasses, chiselled like a—"

"nanami kento," he replies with a grin.

"nanami kento. is he rich?"

"not as rich as you," he replies. it's true. he's rich, he worked on wall street after all and nanami is a smart man, he has so much in his savings account, it's enough to feed an entire nuclear family. why he saves up is something that's beyond gojo.

"well, he's handsome. tell mr. kento i said hello," she smiles facetiously.

"tsk, fine." he grins again. "get out of here."

-

it's been a week since you heard about the wedding falling apart. and since, you've been hearing about it daily, almost hourly if you're being honest. after all, you're at the centre of it. it only makes sense.

there's a whole slew of narratives running around, cheating, money laundering, even murder. but the most popular one was about how aya was the rosaline to your romeo and juliet. gojo's as romeo as he comes — handsome, influential and maybe a bit endearingly dumb but you fail to see how you're juliet. she was rich, influential, beautiful — everything you've been starkly reminded that you are not.

but everyone's talking about the romance of it all and you haven't heard from gojo himself so it's strange to take their words to mind or heart. you ignore them, forming a ready-made response sheet in your head to every possible question you encounter across the week. they become white noise, as you go through your day like a pre-programmed robot.

but that changes on a hot, dusty afternoon as you're sitting in a cafe, awaiting a man you were advised against seeing, and he's late. of course, he's fucking late. he broke up with you and he has the audac—

he walks in. he looks exhausted, lankier than usual, and there's a cruel part of you that likes it. to know he looks as miserable as you've been seeing. there's the other, familiar part of you that wants to run your fingers against his sensitive eyes as you feed him with the warmth of the diner's food.

but you do neither, you neither smile nor frown. you sit in place as you wait for him to come and sit opposite you.

"hey," his voice sounds gravelly. "i'm sorry i'm late."

"nothing i'm not used to," you reply with a glare as you cross your arms.

his hands reach for the menu as he plays with the edges of the paper. he always orders the same breakfast meal from this place. he must be nervous.

"i... i wanted to talk to you," he starts. "i want you back."

"excuse me? you can't just—"

"i'm willing to do anything. anything. if you want to take it slow, i understand. if you want to take your time, i understand. if you want me to get down on my knees and beg, i understa—"

"do it."

his eyes widen, you can tell — even though the black glasses are blocking his eyes, you can tell. it only lasts for a split second, because you blink with contempt and he's beside you. on his knees, as he stares up at you. he barely stares up at you — he's so tall, he's almost eye-to-eye with you. but even so he hunches his back, makes himself small.

"i'm sorry," he says again, as he takes off his glasses placing it onto the table in front of you. his eyes are alarmingly blood-red, and it takes every muscle in your body to hold back from running your fingers over his. "like i said, i'll do anything. just pleas— take me back."

you stare, and he stares back at you. you're too lost in the way he looks at you — at your mercy — that you miss the strange and baffled looks from people around you. and when you finally do, your cheeks flush with heat.

"okay," you say. " please, get up now."

"no, let me— let me stay," he says. pleads. "just let me stay until you take me back."

"fine," you sigh, as if there was any real objection from your side. "get up now."

"really?" his blood-red eyes gleam, you could almost see a tinge of the vibrant blue coming back to life.

"yes," you groan as your hand grip his elbow. "i was willing to be your fucking mistress. did you really thin— i would say— mmpph"

and just like that he's up, sliding next to you on your seat, as he kisses you. you're ashamed to admit that your first thought was the idea of getting kicked out for public indecency but your second thought was about how you think you could stay like this forever. despite the public gawking at you through mean and baffled stares.

"i'm serious about doing whatever it takes," he says, sincerity laced in his voice. "you shouldn't let me get away with this lightly."

you smile. "I hope you mean it," you reply. "and i won't. i’ll make you work for it, just a little."

he nods with a smile, "anything. i'll make it up to you."

"you have to do the chicken dance," you say, seriously and firmly.

"what?"

"you have to do the chicken dance. right now in the middle of the diner and i'm taking a video," you pull out your phone. "and... i'm sending it to nobara."

his eyes widen, almost like he's feeling actual fear. "not nobara," he gasps. "but she's so mean, baby."

"well, you said anything."

he sighs. gojo looks around the crowded diner, his tall frame rigid and tense. he glances at you, then at your phone, and finally resigns himself to the absurd request.

"fine," he mutters, standing up from the seat as he begins flapping his arms and doing a clumsy version of the chicken dance in the middle of the diner.

[meidui]

“It kinda feels personal.” | for @catws-anniversary ♡

[batbabydamian]

woke up and immediately fell to the floor

[westwing19]

Imagine Kirby demanding head pats at the most inconvenient times

Pfffft I love this idea, the comedy potential! He totally would though.

Kirby, stop that.

[ahti-the-janitor]

[iooiu]

sister of four younger brothers = violence at every corner

[hwanswerland]

GUESS WHO 230730 WATERBOMB JAPAN [© 1, 2]

[honorarypines]

Star Trek Lower Decks + text posts

[owlf45]

youtube stealers are getting a little ballsy

[weirdway-jester]

Inspired by that steven universe meme that's been going around

Also based off of a post by @oneginn (hope it's ok i tagged)

[ovytia-art]

@tourettesdog’s little baby man but it’s actually just pictures of my cat, Pluto.

And before anyone asks, yes, I do attend work meetings with a skeleton draped on my chair.

[rikkivoid]

a pawn twice over

[mmmairon]

Preparing a cake for his beloved 🥰🤭 (you)

Aprilluc day 6 [Dessert]