#bruno t-shirt

[thebrunoarchives]

Bruno long-sleeve shirt by Shop Disney

[pixalry]

Neon Moon - Created by Bruno Mota

On sale as a t-shirt or poster at the artist’s TeePublic shop.

[inwhichiramble]

Yep it’s official I am head over heels in love with Bruno Carrelli

[dunyabariscetin]

("Bruno Mars Watercolor Artwork Unleash the Funk" Classic T-Shirt for Sale by Dunya Baris Cetin gönderdi)

[closetofcuriosities]

Bruno Mars - It's Showtime World Tour 2024

Rajamangala National Stadium - Bangkok, Thailand

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[blue-jisungs]

locked out of heaven

song inspo. locked out of heaven by bruno mars

a/n. i’m still giggling at the fact that bruno mars collected all the idols like a damn pokémon trainer. also i wrote it in 7 minutes while waiting at the bus stop bye

summary. your boyfriend comes home after the bruno mars concert, tired and drunk… and so so in love

warnings. might be a lil suggestive? depends how you look at it. a bit of skinship ^_^ + brief alcohol mention

the door opened so quietly, causing you to wonder if it’s your imagination or not. soft thuds of foot steps and the sound of your boyfriend’s humming made you rub your eyes, slumber slowly washing off you. peeking at the clock you smiled softly: 3:29am.

the slight light peeking through the door, coming from the bathroom accompanying by the rustle of water running caused you to shift a bit, to make place for yeonjun in your bed.

in no time the light turned off and yeonjun walked lazily into the room, sighing.

“hi baby” you murmured, voice a bit raspy.

“oh, did i wake you up? i’m sorry” if you thought your voice was raspy then after hearing him, you realised it’s nothing compared to his. you giggled, shaking your head.

“nope, i was waiting for you” you hummed, patting the place next to you.

but yeonjun plopped down on you, placing his head on your tummy with a dramatic sigh of relief.

“that’s good. after the concert we went to have some drinks with the guys, there were so many friends of mine. they insisted i stayed but i said i have to go back home to my girl” yeonjun hummed lazily, words barely audible due to the volume of it and the fact he was muffled by your pyjama t-shirt. when he talked you felt vibrations spreading through your body, stomach filling with butterflies… maybe also because of the nickname he used.

“you’re so sweet. how was the concert though?” you asked, accepting the fact he won’t move anytime soon. yeonjun normally is clingy, but after having alcohol in his system he’s the definition of clingy. one of his hands grabbed yours and placed it on his head, signalling you to play with his hair. the other pulled your shirt a bit and he started drawing small doodles on the skin of your stomach.

“it was… so… amazing. is it what moas feel like? i thought i was dreaming. bruno was amazing… the way he sung… he was so charismatic! he even said he missed us… in korean. aish… i’ll never hear his songs the same way again. the live version was just… woah” he sighed dreamily, the post-concert blues settling in.

you played with his hair, smiling fondly. gradually he started dozing off, breath turning more stable and soft.

you felt yourself getting drowsy again too when yeonjun suddenly started humming a song. at first you couldn’t hear which one but then you realised it.

“cause you make me feel like i've been locked out of heaven~” he sung quietly against your stomach “for too loooong~”

you scoffed, the action making him move a bit. you could feel the way he smiled against your skin, hands wrapping around you a bit tighter.

“can i just stay here…?” he hummed.

“spend the rest of your days here?” you asked amused, causing him to grin.

“mhm” a quiet murmur leaving his lips.

“mkay, you can… but if i wake up sore in the morning, you’re giving me a massage” you joked and continued to play with his hair.

with a pleasant warmth spreading in your heart you fell asleep, joining yeonjun in his peaceful slumber.

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[apollosfavkiddo]

⛧° somewhere in brooklyn

summary: luke fell in love with a girl in his travel to camp. who? he had no idea himself. - based of somewhere in brooklyn.

warnings: short, angst, major character’s death

word count: 0.6k

now listening to… somewhere in brooklyn by bruno mars

“She was covered in leather and gold  Twenty one years old  I lost her in the cold  It's unfair, she's out there”  

It's known to everyone in camp that Luke Castellan had travelled all the way from Los Angeles to New York to go to camp. Everyone also knew that he met Thalia Grace and Annabeth Chase somewhere in between these two cities. Although, what no one knew was that he met someone else in his travels.

The son of Hermes - who had no idea hi was a son of Hermes back when he met her - had to go from Vegas to New York. The easiest way to do that was by bus. And that's exactly how he went.

The trip went fine, and no one sat beside him. When he was in the stop by Washington DC, a girl came by his side and asked, "Is this seat taken?"

He took his cap away from his eyes and looked up at her. She was wearing a black leather jacket, a plain T-shirt, jeans and a high-top red Nike. Her hands and wrists were covered in golden rings and equally golden bracelets. She looked expectantly at him, and he nodded, scooting a little closer by the window as if to not bother her.

As the bus went from city to city, the hours seemed to drag by. With that, he eventually got closer to the gold-lover girl beside him, as they started chatting eventually.

The boy discovered that she was in fact from New York - Brooklyn, more specifically - but had to go to Washington every three months to check on her mom. She liked listening to hip-hop, too. He confined her that he was running away from Los Angeles and his crazy mom.

He didn't tell her that he was a demi-god, though. He couldn't quite believe it yet, and that would just make her think that he was insane.

“Little miss perfect sitting at the train stop  Red Nike high tops listening to hip-hop  While we were waiting started conversating  Before I got her name along came a train” 

She looked perfect in his eyes. Despite being clearly exhausted from the many hours of constantly sitting down without ever getting up, she looked like a goddess - ironic, isn't it? And it happened that he fell in love with the girl.

But, as stupid as it was, they forgot to exchange names. He got her picture on his camera, but never her damn name. It was.. stupid, almost, but they completely forgot about the name detail. And it came to her stop

"Next stop, Brooklyn - New York!" The driver said, and she started gathering her stuff together. The time flew by when they started talking, and she completely forgot that she had to go home.

When it came to her stop, she gathered all the courage she had on her body and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Bye. It was nice to spend this trip with you." She said, and waved at him, leaving the bus.

That's when he remembered that she never gave him her name. But she was already far, far away from him.

Even is his death, he could never stop thinking about the mystery girl he met. She was his last thought. The last thing he could think of when dying was her face. On how much he wanted to know her name, if she was happy, if she went back to Washington to take care of her mom and if she ever thought of him again.

Maybe not. Maybe he was just another travel mate for her.

But now it was too late.

Luke died without knowing her name, orf she ever looked for him.

He died without knowing that she did.

[captainbrew]

my personal variation of the Nightwing 117 Card Stock Variant Cover of Bruno Redondo. Nightwing will get a new costume with combat pants and boots and t-shirt. I prefer the pants with a camo pattern...

[honeylikewords]

cubs. (jack russell)

halloween brings all the little monsters out. aka, jack gets baby fever.

(warnings: mentions of pregnancy, planning for children, allusions to sex, descriptions of physical intimacy and making out, and jack smelling his wife, if that counts. nothing technically fully n/s/f//w//, but a bit saucy. word count 2.4k )

Jack’s head tilts sideways before the doorbell even rings, one ear higher than the other to catch something she can’t hear. He turns in his seat on the couch, arm strewn over her shoulder, to look behind them in the direction of the front door, tilts over, kisses her temple, and pops up in the seconds before the slightly-jarring “ding” echoes through the house. He’s already at the door, bowl in hand, beaming down at the gaggle of children and chaperones by the time she’s even stirring on the couch to come to join him.

“Oh, who do we have here?,” Jack coos excitedly, scanning the miniature crowd. “Are you the little one from--”

“Stranger Things!,” yells a small child in a pink dress, blonde wig askew, tendrils of the plastic hair stuck to their face. “I’m Eleven!”

“Yes, sí, can you do the--” --Jack sticks his hand out and makes a face, and the child eagerly matches him, giving him their best furious expression and most powerful psychokinetic pose-- “Yes! That’s so good!”

He quickly glances up at the three adults standing behind and asks if there are any allergies in the group (and there are none, thank goodness) as his wife comes to stand next to him, smiling at the Eleven who is now turning their powers onto their group of friends. Gesturing for the kids to bring their bags closer, Jack begins dropping generous fistfuls of candy into eagerly opened pillowcases and treat sacks, small hands darting out to show off the newest snacks to one another.

“Hey there, Mirabel,” says Mrs. Russell, waving at a young girl in a blue skirt and white t-shirt, sporting a giant pair of glasses and a pink flower in her dense curls. The little one is wrapped up in a purple puffer jacket on this cold October evening, and while it is a truth universally acknowledged that a big coat is the bane of Halloween costumes, the effect of her adorable smile and ‘Encanto’ printed trick-or-treat bag is more than enough to convey the essence of the character. “Is Uncle Bruno with you tonight?” 

The girl shyly shakes her head and wrings the handles of her bag in her fingers but is smiling widely when Jack speaks a few quick words of admiration for her costume in Spanish and passes her a scoop of candy for her bag.

“I’m Ariel!”, adds a small child in a green tube skirt with flared tulle flippers sewn on, a purple strip of cloth tied around their tummy over a slightly off-skin-tone longsleeve tee.

“And I’m Harry Potter!” A wand is brandished at Jack, who puts a hand over his chest in shock.

“I’m Batman!” The petite hero jumps into a pose to show off the padding of his armor, his light-up shoes kicking to life and casting green flashes over the porch.

Jack turns to his wife and grins, gesturing enthusiastically at the crowd of kids. “I think these are the best costumes we’ve seen all night, no?” She nods, and the kids all let out little shrieks and giggles as Jack procures a few extra pieces from the bowl and adds them to their bags. 

The chaperones guide the straggling children into a chorus of “thank you”s before shuffling them down from the porch, past the jack o’lanterns, and on to the next house, as Jack and his wife remain in the doorway. She leans her head on his shoulder and listens to him sigh sweetly, his eyes tracing over the sunset-lit streets swarming with seas of children and their families, all screaming and laughing over one another, racing past on the sidewalks, weaving in and out of lawns decorated with tombstones and inflatable specters, plastic skeletons and felted spiders. 

“You know, at the rate you hand it out, we’ll be out of candy before the street lights come on,” she teases, nudging his shoulder. Jack chuckles and puts a hand on the small of her back, shrugging as he steers her back towards the couch. 

“It’s Halloween, bebé; do you want us to be known as the stingy old couple, or the cool couple that gives out extra candy to the little monsters? Besides, that Mirabel, oh my God--”

“Total heart-melter,” she agrees, sitting and cuddling into Jack’s side as he hooks his arm back over her shoulders and pulls her body close. “I think between her and that four-month-old dressed as Grogu, we may have seen the two cutest costumes in all of North America today.”

Jack lets out a groan at the memory of the adorable baby, who he had greeted at the door with a delighted peal of laughter, and squeezes his wife tightly in his arms, as if hugging her in the baby’s stead. The abrupt squish pushes a small squeak out of her, and Jack giggles, bumping the blunt tip of his long nose into her cheek.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “You okay?”

His slight frame conceals a rather intense strength, something that comforts her, even if it still sneaks up on her every now and again that he is, in fact, as strong as he is; Jack’s touch is grounding and warm when so few things in the world are, and she’s glad, especially in the cold months, for the over-active heat of his body and the power of his embrace. 

He traces the tips of his broad, tan fingers along the curve of her upper arm, pale nails leaving wake trails of gooseflesh and pleasant shivers. She realizes he’s waiting for a response before going any further with his affections, and she nods, cupping the square of his chin and running her thumb along his bottom lip. When his olive green eyes fix on hers, and his lips part to reveal the brightness of his smile, crooked to the left by the jut of his snaggletooth, she feels heat wash over her face and down her body, familiar and fluttering as he dips his face close and keeps her gaze.

“You know what I’m thinking?,” Jack purrs, voice dropping low and soft as he begins inching nearer. When he’s this close, his breath falls on her skin like a warm fog, sticking sweetly to her neck and cheeks, and the scent of him gets stronger. 

He smells like their bed, she thinks. Cozy, fuzzy, and tinged with a modicum of not-at-all-unappealing sweat, there is also that distinct canine note that can only be detected in this kind of proximity. His arms are still wrapped around her, and one of his hands is coasting, flat-palmed, up and down the length of her side, following the curves of her ribs and belly, while the other finds itself resting on her shoulder, idly fingering an errant lock of hair. His face is so close to hers that she swears she could count each of his eyelashes, individually, and the hairs that form his growing stubble.

This Halloween, Jack has chosen to go as a vampire, which he thinks is exceedingly funny. Dark makeup rings his eyes and the grey in his hair glows almost blue in the low light of the fading day, lending him an unearthly quality that fits his costume well. The powers of the vampire, too, seem to be his: he has her under his thrall, certainly. His smile is mesmeric, and she can imagine that if a vampire were to look like him, there would be no end to the line of people willing to be bitten by that self-same smile.

“What are you thinking, Puppy?,” she asks, trying to redirect her own wandering thoughts. She scratches lightly at the underside of his chin and, on reflex, his head tilts up, eyes fluttering shut as a contented noise rumbles in the back of his throat. He’s so easy to please.

“I’m, uh--” He seems distracted by the sensation of her scratching at that Just Right spot between the back of his ear and the crook of his jaw, a distraction that only worsens when she begins scratching the hair at the nape of his neck. “I was going to say that I… I was thinking we…”

His hands lie still on her, twitching every now and then when she finds a particularly pleasing spot to scratch, and she relishes the sensation of being the one who now has her beloved under her own thrall; Jack leans his head into her touch and follows the motion of her hands, chasing her attentions. A sigh leaves his lips and he unclenches his shoulders, melting into her as she leans back against the armrest of the couch and Jack follows, laying his head on her chest. 

His weight is surprisingly heavy atop her as he lays himself on her belly, slotting between her knees and positioning himself for ease of scritching. He’s not a big man, by any means, but there’s a density to him, and she’s feeling it now as he presses her into the couch with his body.

She pauses her petting briefly as she adjusts to the new position, and her hands still in his hair, which causes a growl of displeasure to part his lips. At that, she looks down at him and sees one green eye peering up at her (the other still shut and squished into her chest), and sticks her tongue out at him before continuing the strokes to his salt-and-pepper pelt.

It’s rather soothing, playing with his hair like this. There’s a therapeutic element to the combination of his body weight, intense warmth, rhythmic breathing, and the texture of his hair under her fingers, and she lets instinct carry her, as salient thought drifts away into the blissful mist of repetitive motion and familiar feelings. She traces the lines of his scalp, watching his black and grey and still, sometimes, brown hair forest up around her fingers, content to just match the tide of his breaths with her own, their ribs pressed together and expanding in synchronicity. 

After a moment, Jack stirs. Turning, he cranes his face so that he can look at her squarely, and she feels the irresistible magnetism of that green gaze tugging her deeper into his spell.

“I want to try for one of our own,” he says, shattering the stillness like a foul ball through plate glass. “Tonight, if you’re ready.”

It takes her a second to blink away the haze that had settled around her head, and when she does at last manage to, she finds herself staring down into Jack’s face, taking him in with utmost fascination. If she heard him clearly, and she believes she did, he asked her--

“A baby, by the way. In case I wasn’t clear.” He flashes her a smile and a breathy laugh, and he pats her side playfully. “I’m sure you could figure that out, amorcita, but I like to be direct.”

“Oh.” 

It’s all she can think to say: not because she is unhappy, or undesiring of the same things, but simply because the effect of Jack Russell, staring up at her with his big, moss-colored puppy eyes, brazenly stating that he wants to try and conceive with her, is flooring. He pushes up on his forearms, and suddenly he is above her, his face lit starkly by the shadows of the setting sun and the television, marking him out in black and white. His eyes glow, even in the darkness.

The wolf’s smile slips into his features as he stares down at her, watching her reactions with delight. He can hear her heartbeat, she knows, smells the minute shifts that not even she is aware of. He knows her, inside and out, and surely knows which way she is swayed, but he waits patiently for her to give him a sign, a command, an enthusiastic yes or a firm no. He won’t move without her urging.

She cups his face and lets out a shaky, excited breath, one that shivers in her sternum and makes Jack grin. There’s that crooked canine of his, sharply glinting in his smile, and she trembles joyfully at the sight, wondering if their child would have their father’s snaggletooth. She hopes they do.

“Tonight,” she repeats. Jack’s eyes widen.

Gently, she tugs him down and presses his pouty lips to hers, and the dam breaks. Jack lets out an inhuman groan of delight, dropping his center of gravity low to lean into the kiss, and uses his blunt incisors to pull at her bottom lip, nipping and sending the wet, lapping sounds of kissing echoing through the room. He uses one hand to hold her jaw in place, then begins trailing kisses down and around her chin, working his way to her throat.

“Look so pretty in your costume,” he rasps, voice low and clouded. “‘S hard for a man to keep his hands to himself.”

Before she can snidely remark that he, in fact, has not been keeping his hands to himself for almost the entirety of the evening, Jack sinks his teeth into her neck: not hard enough to wound her, but certainly hard enough to make her forget every other thought, her mind now focused completely on the reality that her husband is leaving marks all across her throat.

“You smell,” Jack groans, “So good. And, oh, God, when you have our cubs…”

He pushes his face into the crook of her neck and inhales, a series of Spanish and English curses flowing from his lips as they wander across her skin, and his hands begin rucking up the bottom of her blouse when--

“DING.”

Jack’s head whips up, and the two of them stare with wide eyes at one another. His face is flushed a deep umber and his lips are shiny, hair a fluffed mess, and she can only imagine she looks even more sordid and knocked askew. They exchange a communicative glance before the doorbell rings a second time and Jack, ever the gentleman, kisses her forehead, rapidly apologizing.

“We’ll get back to this, querida, I promise, I swear, I want to--”

She waves him off with a smile, and sees him bolt for the door, candy bowl in hand. He throws it open with gusto, and as she watches, she sees the transformation come over him; the brightness in his eyes, the giddiness of his smile, the sincerity of his sweetness. He’s going to make a magnificent father. And she’s going to have a very, very happy Halloween.

[thebrunoarchives]

Bruno shirt that reads "Socially Awkward".

link

[st4rb3rr13s]

Musician!Eren headcanons

Just some headcanons, should be no warnings

Since this is getting more popular I thought y’all would like me to do a second one<33

Musician!Eren only puts out his albums or singles on his favorite number(3). What I mean is, like if he’s putting out a song in October it would HAVE to be October 3rd, 13th, 23rd, 30th, or 31st. If it’s not, he’d be actually pissed. (He thinks it’s good luck.)

Musician!Eren would listen to Wave to earth, Beyoncé, Usher, A-Boogie, Meek Mill, Bruno Mars, Eminem, Biggie, Tupac, and Jay-Z. So he likes making RNB or rap. But when he was younger he def was into rock tho. He has posters, t-shirts, and merch of his old favorite bands. He probably met one of his idols when he was younger too. (Father Grisha has connections.)

Musician!Eren and Grisha’s relationship went rocky when Eren didn’t want to go to college and wanted to pursue his music career. Grisha was NOT happy about it because Eren was for one spending GRISHA’S money on his passion and it seemed like it wasn’t going anywhere. Grisha and Eren defiantly had multiple arguments about his career before it sky rocked.

Musician!Eren’s first hit was an overnight sensation. Like before maybe a couple thousands listened to it and was many people’s favorite underground artist, but when he made a song talking about his love PEOPLE WENT CRAZYY!! Like Snooze or Hrs and Hrs, people played it like that.

Musician!Eren would be the most chill person anyone could’ve met in the industry. Everyone loved him, as he was one of the most realest but nonchalant people. He could keep a conversation but he was never blatantly rude or disrespectful to anyone. So when you two met, you were drawn to his chill nature.

Musician!Eren’s first beef with Jean wasn’t anything he really cared about. He didn’t care until Jean started to talk shit about you honestly. He wanted to talk all this shit while his fiancé, Mikasa, and you were best friend. You didn’t care, knowing he wanted clout but Eren cared. And he made his first of many diss tracks, getting more attention.

Musician!Eren would get cancel for the shit he said in the past, like someone came for a song he made when he was much younger and he asked him about their dead relatives. People went after him, but did he care? No, he didn’t even address it. He honestly replied to it with “New Single out tomorrow.” LIKE WHAT?? (But profit ig.)

Musician!Eren’s first scandal would be him dating Mikasa (obviously fake.) They’d see the pair hanging out together more often, Mikasa giggling while Eren was telling a joke. People would question them, and they’d end it saying they were friends. (They were co-stars for AOT, but no one knew until the trailer came out.)

Musician!Eren and you came out on the red carpet, matching, while his hand was on your waist, omg. EVERYONE WOULD GO CRAZY !! So many pictures, paparazzi trying to talk to you two, asking when did this start. Everything. The two of you look at each other, laugh, answer, then walk away. (Too in love 😭)

Musician!Eren would definitely feature you in one of his songs. He would want you to be in at least one, and it had to be a love song. Either you acting in it or singing or even both, he didn’t care. Just needed you to work with him once.

Musician!Eren who definitely donates some of his money because he doesn’t know what he’d use all of it on?? He gives some to his family and spoils you?? What the hell is he going to do with an extra 1 mil?? Better to donate it, because he can gain that 1 million in a day if he really needed it.

Musician!Eren who was caught smoking weed. People tried to cancel him again, and he didn’t care. He addressed this time though, with a video of him smoking o’s while high. He didn’t really care about anyone’s opinion about what he does, unless it’s you.

Musician!Eren who went in disguise to buy you a bag. You complained about not being able to buy it online since it was sold out, but in store it wasnt. (His cover was shit and people found out easily(too many paparazzi, he asked for them to ship the bag to your house.))

Musician!Eren who got in trouble with his mom when he made a song about getting bitches. His mom KNEW he was in a relationship with you, and Mama Carla knew how it felt. She cussed him out then when she saw him next pinched his ear before forcing him to apologize to you. (Definitely doesn’t like her son being a player.)

Musician!Eren who is always a trending topic, and everyone always in his business. He went to get ice cream? Eren loves chocolate ice cream. Went to buy some new shirts? Eren can’t stop spending his money. Like leave him alone 😭😭

Musician!Eren on your anniversary definitely planned a nice vacation to the place you’ve been talking about going to, planning activities, everything. Surprises you too because he acts like he forgot. (He never forgets anything.)

Hope you like<33

@s3lfinvolvedh3athen

[pixalry]

Spirited Away Spring - Created by Bruno Mota

Available for sale as a t-shirt at the artist's TeePublic shop.

[letomills]

Download tops: SFS / Mega Download bottoms: SFS / Mega

An underwhelming titlecard for a pretty big set of tops and bottoms converted for Lifa / @withlovefromsimtown's trans AM body shape. All have fat and preg morphs, the recolors are BSOK'd.

Previews, details and credits under the cut.

The swatches below are purposefully widely shot to show examples of combinations with other pieces from the set. While the meshes are based on Lifa's trans AM full-body mesh, everything can also be combined with regular AM separates without waist seam issues.

Some of these pieces are enabled as athleticwear or formalwear. To be able to select separates for clothing categories other than everyday, please use Lazy Duchess's Separate4all mod.

The tops

All tops are on the same mesh with fat and preg morphs. Polycount: 1,220.

1. Illenlan T-shirts

Categorized as everyday & athletic.

Textures are these by @illenlan + mashed up with this tee by @spell-bloom for the "hentai" recolor.

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2. Bruno Paul Frank Tees

Categorized as everyday & athletic.

Textures by Bruno.

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Gelydh Gothic Tops

Categorized as everyday.

Textures by Gelydh.

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Xandher Weekender Casual Tops

Categorized as everyday.

Textures by Xandher.

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Xandher Weekender Cutoff Tops

Categorized as everyday.

Textures by Xandher.

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Xandher "First Date" Shrug Set

Categorized as everyday & formal.

Textures originally by Xandher. I edited them to stretch down lower on the stomach so they can be combined with more tops. The 'no jewelry' versions are the same but without the necklace, ring and nail polish.

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io Vanity Tank Top

Categorized as everyday & formal.

Textures by io / @serabiet.

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The bottoms

Xandher Jeans

Categorized as everyday. Polycount: 754.

Textures by Xandher: everyday essentials, adorned.

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Shunga Reebok Classics

Jeans recolors are categorized as everyday, leggings recolors are everyday & athletic. Polycount: 4,624.

Original mesh is my lower-poly edit of @aklira's conversion of Shunga's Reebok Classics Club C 85. The shoe recolors are the ones I made for F over there as well, the leggings are my darker edit of DeeDee's leggings, the jeans textures are taken from here and here.

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io Short Skirt Heels

Categorized as everyday & formal. Polycount: 970.

Original skirts by io / @serabiet + recolors by @brattylulu (I added #4).

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Executables Shorts Running Shoes

Categorized as everyday & athletic. Polycount: 989.

Original shorts by @executables-sims.

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Preg previews

Yes, the fat + preg morph combo looks ridiculous as always. Since I wanted everything to be combinable with other AM pieces, I had to comply with the standard placement of the waist seam vertices. Maxis is 100% to blame for giving AM such shitty morphs.

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Let me know if you encounter any issue. I hope the anon who requested separates for AMTr will find this set useful ^^

[chronicdisasterwrites]

just you

pairing: itadori yuji x gn!reader

genre + warnings: - FLUFF !!

word count: 856

summary: so, this a song fic, inspired by the song, "nothing" by bruno major. listen while reading this for the full experience!

enjoyyy <3

“Long day today, huh?”

You open your door as you enter, followed by your pink-haired boyfriend. Opening your shoes and leaving them by the door you fall back on your cloud-like bed, hearing a sigh and feeling a familiar weight fall next to you. 

“Tell me ‘bout it,” Yuji stretches his arms and pulls you closer to his side. You turn your body and breathe in his scent, resting an arm over his abdomen. Feeling his hand stroke your hair, you feel the stress of the day's rigorous training melt off of you like the rain washing away the dust off leaves. 

“So, what do you wanna do?” He asks as his hand stops its movements, causing you to whine and nudge his chest with your chin, urging him to continue. He chuckles and continues stroking your crown. 

“I dunno… We can play Mario Kart?” You tangle your legs with his and feel the sweet embrace of an incoming sleep clouding your senses.

Yuji groans half-playfully, half-seriously, “Please, I can't deal with getting my ass beat right now.”

You let out a giggle and hug him a bit tighter, “You’re not that bad.”

You feel his smile against your forehead as he leaves a feather-light kiss, “I am, but it’s fine.”

Exhaling, you hum, “Well, we can watch a movie?”

Yuji hums as he untangles his legs from yours and retracts his hand from your hair, proceeding to stand up to shed his uniform jacket. You lean up on your forearms and watch him carry your laptop back to bed. As he opens it and turns on the power, you get up off the bed to finally change your clothes and wear something more comfortable and loose. You open your designated 'Yuji' drawer, full of clothes you'd previously stolen from him, and fling a baggy t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants toward your distracted boyfriend. 

“Hey, I've been looking everywhere for these!”

You get up on the bed and sit next to him, lifting his arm and bringing it around your shoulder, “Everywhere but here weirdly.” You look at him and grin as he narrows his eyes at you, albeit playfully.

“How many of my clothes do you have here?” 

You shrug, “So what movie do you wanna watch?” 

Yuji looks at you with deadpan eyes as you try to hold back your smile, “Oh, really? So I can choose this time?”

You gasp dramatically, “You always get to choose.”

At that, he barks a laugh, “Yeah sure.” He removes his arm from its permanent spot around your shoulder to type in the name of the movie. He sets the laptop down on the center of the bed and moves back to lean against you, resting his arm back over your shoulder.

You can't control the smile that overtakes your features as you watch “The Notebook” play for the billionth time. Squishing his cheeks you give him a loud kiss on his jaw, “You love this movie, babe. Don't lie.”

Yuji pulls you to his chest and breathes in your scent as his hand returns to your hair and you know he’s smiling from the sound of his voice, “No I don't. It’s stupid.”

Life was unpredictable for you both. There was a lot of death, a lot of pain, suffering, and very little time to step back and just live. So, falling in love was the last thing on Yuji’s mind; with Sukuna constantly chattering about and destroying his mental peace, Yuji had no time to think about anything other than simply surviving and getting through the day, to see the sunrise. Then, he fell in love with you, and somehow, the noises in his head seemed to dim down. They were still there, of course, Sukuna made sure to never give Yuji a moment’s rest, yet all he could ever think about was you. Thoughts of you flooded his mind from day to night; whether you were safe, how your mission went, how he’d like to bring you to the new cafe he discovered with Nobara and Megumi, how your eyes would light up seeing the little bouquet he’d made for you full of wildflowers he'd collected, how your cheeks would turn red when he’d give you a sly kiss on the nape of your neck when Gojo-sensei wasn’t looking, how you’d sing whatever song is in your mind and do a little shoulder dance to accompany it. When he’s fighting curses, he thinks of how quickly he can kill the curse so he can rush back home to find you and lay around doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the day. You saved him from sinking into the depths of his mind. Saved him from being dragged down by the claws of the king of curses and the expectations of the world. With you, he’s just Yuji. With you, doing nothing is a luxury. 

A soft poke to his cheek snaps him back to reality, “Hey, what’s on your mind?”

He sighs and gazes down at you, smiling and leaning down to gently kiss the little pout on your curious face. 

“Nothing.”

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Can you do #14 You've been working every day and night with Terry Bruno? :)

It’s been almost a fortnight since Terry has laid eyes on you, since he’s touched you, since he’s had you in his bed. You’ve communicated through WhatsApp but it’s been nothing more than a few words. The occasional check in to let him know you’re safe. He knows it’s the nature of the job, but it doesn’t stop him from missing you.

It’s rare that you go undercover, you’d done a couple of stints when you were working Narcotics but it’s not something you enjoy. You’re an investigator at heart, the same way he is. However, when one of the biggest suppliers on the coast had left a message on your forwarding service, you’d been forced to activate your old alias.

Terry can’t help but worry, it’s ingrained into him. He lies alone in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if you’re thinking of him too. He knows you’ll do everything in your power to stay safe, to come home to him.

It’s three days later that you let yourself into the apartment, your overnight bag slung over your shoulder. You look like hell, there’s dark circles underneath your eyes and your skin looks sallow. He can tell you haven’t been sleeping. There’s a hypervigilance when you’re undercover, it’s something you’re not used to.

He takes pity on you because his girl is dead on her feet, and she needs him to take care of her. He removes the bag from your shoulder, setting it down alongside the washing machine before he takes your hand and guides you into the bedroom. He helps you to undress, stripping the clothes from your body and tossing them into the hamper.

There’s some fresh bruising across your ribs, he frowns as he studies it, raising his gaze to meet yours. You shake your head with that look in your eyes and he understands the words without you having to say them.

Tomorrow, I’ll tell you tomorrow.

You raise your arms above your head, and he snatches one of his freshly laundered t-shirts from the pile before he helps you pull it on. He can sense the relief in you as he cups your face between his hands, you’re at home with him and you can finally rest. He kisses the tip of your nose and for the first time tonight he sees that glimmer of a smile.

“Let’s get you into bed.” He murmurs, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. “I want to hold you in my arms tonight.”

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