#if this flops I'm flopping off a cliff

[exhausted-undead]

...so does anyone else here like arcane by any chance

(will be back to regular poto business soon!!!! stuff incoming)

[lvstrucks]

request: i love your writing i was wondering if i could make a lando request where jon puts lando on a sex ban/no cum rule until the start of the season for training much to your annoyance and landos trying to follow it but you’re trying your best to get him to give up

ty for requesting x

"It's for my performance, baby." Lando explains, rubbing a hand up and down your leg in an attempt to soften the news he'd just delivered.

"It's just not fair, Lan." you pout. "Did Jon even consider my feelings at all?"

"No," Lando giggles. "He didn't."

Aside from occasionally replacing his set diet meal with a takeaway after a long day, Lando took pride in how dedicated he was to his fitness and training schedule. Unfortunately, Jon's newest training regimen might be the one thing he wouldn't ve able to do. You certainly weren't going to make it easy for him.

"Hey, are you busy?" you asked quietly, popping your head around Lando's gaming room door. He shook his head, pushing one side of his headphones off and gesturing for you to come in.

"Never too busy for you." Lando said with a cheesy grin. You rolled your eyes sitting down on his lap and wrapping your arms around his thick neck.

"This looks nice on you." He murmured, fingers toying with the edge of your (his) latest Quadrant hoodie. There was nothing that got Lando going more than the sight of you in his clothes, except maybe you in his branded clothes.

You kept quiet, opting instead to reply by pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck and below his ear.

"Y/N," he warned softly, trying to focus back on his game.

"Hmm?" you feigned innocence, continuing without a care in the world.

"We can't, baby. Jon will know. "

"What a pervert, it's not really any of his business when you really think about it." you counter, slipping one hand into his hoodie and raking it over his toned stomach.

Lando whined softly, leaning into your touch briefly before gently tipping you off his lap and putting his headphones back on.

You slam the front door behind you, kicking off your trainers in the hallway. Lando sits on the sofa and looks up, frowning as you sigh and flop down next to him.

"What's up, muppet?" He says, rubbing your knee and you almost flinch away from him.

"I...need you, Lando." you pout. "I'm ovulating and I'm all crazy and you haven't had sex with me in ten days."

Lando sighs too, wrapping his arm around you. "I'm sorry, honey." He says sweetly. "I can help you out though, Jon never said anything about that."

"It's not worth it for you, making your life harder for no reason." you say, shaking your head. "In case you can't help it and then the last ten days will have been for nothing and I might have to fling myself off a cliff."

You hop up from the sofa and as you pad down the hall you say breezily, "I'll just take a shower and sort myself out. Won't be long."

Lando's eyes bug out of his head and as soon as he hears the click of the bathroom door he's up, throwing on his trainers to head out for a last-minute run around Monaco. This next week might just kill him.

[ma1dita]

pushover

luke castellan x dionysus!reader

a/n: usually you’re the one stitching Luke up but the one time he gets to do it for you, he knows you’re milking it. no trouble!verse tags, can be standalone -> she’s an ACTRESS okay? who tf wouldn’t want luke to kiss a booboo; this was a forgotten draft for my partners in crime series feel free to read

wc: 1.2k

“OWWWW!”

The sun shines again on Camp Half-Blood peeking through Luke’s dark curls as he towers over you, laughing from his position above. Your knee is scraped after cushioning your fall, or perhaps your attack, after Luke thought it’d be funny to push you again as he walked past.

Well, today’s been kind of boring, so might as well make the most of it right? 

As a daughter of Dionysus, you do love to put on a good show.

There’s a glimmer of mischief in your eye as you do your best to convince him that he’s maimed you but as his eyes fall to the slightly aggravated skin, Luke sighs at the way you look like a kicked puppy, lower lip jutting out as you squint up at him.

“Stop being so overdramatic. It wasn’t that serious.”

“YOU SHOVED ME INTO A BUSH!” 

The howl that leaves your throat catches the attention of other campers, who are familiar with your dramatics and your penchant for picking a fight with the son of Hermes. Luke sighs and runs his hands through his hair, groaning in embarrassment. 

Gods forbid he look like the bad guy.

“Seriously, trouble— you're acting like I pushed you off a cliff,” he grumbles finally crouching down to reach for your leg to check how serious it is. 

It’s not.

“You're a barbarian. Just because you think it's funny to push me around doesn't mean it actually is! Luke.... I can't walk! It feels like my bone is coming through. And I have so much work to do today, and now I'm gonna have to walk super slow…” you groan, still on the ground. Luke rolls his eyes and once he's checked the injury (the whole menacing palm-sized scrape) his expression softens the tiniest bit. He’s still kinda pissed off at you for being a drama queen though.

“Alright, it's not life-threatening so you're going to be fine. Look, I can carry you if I have to.”

Batting his hand away you roll your eyes, “Like I'd let you. You'd probably toss me into the lake again.” 

Luke smirks, “Probably, but I swear to the gods that I wouldn't do anything to maim you. Not on purpose at least.” It’s almost criminal how easy it is to get on your nerves—he thinks you’ve finally shut your trap until he watches you fake crawl away to get a reaction out of him. Quite frankly, it’s embarrassing to everyone watching so he scoops you into his arms like you weigh nothing. Luke chuckles softly, wrapping his arms tightly around your squirming frame so you won't fall as he begins walking.

“So difficult. I swear…”

“Me? Never!” you groan, flopping in his arms like a dead body. Your dead weight makes his arms strain a little but his muscles are fun to look at from any angle, so… 

You miss it when he starts speaking again, “You're too much, you know that?” A smirk grows upon your face, “And you can't get enough. The infirmary is the other way, Castellan....” Luke huffs as he turns 180 towards the infirmary, sighing softly at the way you are sprawled in his arms. But he keeps quiet because he knows how to pick and choose his battles. Something about the realization that he’d only do this for you makes him bite his lip in thought. But you think he’s trying to not laugh at you.

“What? You maim me and then you make fun of me? Haven't you done enough?” The words slip by as you peek at him through one open eye, his cheeks flushed and rosy. Hopefully, his brawn won’t expire on the short trek to the infirmary.

“You're lucky I don't drop you right now,” Luke jostles you with a lopsided grin he can’t hide anymore and it steadily gets bigger at the sound of your surprise.

“Don't you DARE, Luke Castellan!” 

Grabbing onto his mop of curls, the boy winces as his nose brushes against your wrist, and the shockwaves it sends through your system are enough to send you reeling. Maybe it’s the way you almost sway with each step he takes, smooth and steady like a sailboat even when he’s carrying you like this.

He ends up having to carry you inside the infirmary and the Apollo kids on shift stop and stare at their two best counselors in the doorway. Luke tries to ignore them, setting you down on an empty cot and getting the medical supplies he needs to treat your wound. He looks at you propped on the bed like a little princess, cross-legged and fluttering eyelashes waiting for him to clean you up. It's not serious enough for ambrosia, he thinks, so he grabs an alcohol wipe instead.

Luke looks like he's trying his hardest not to smirk as he grabs your leg and begins carefully cleaning the scrape.

“Ow! Gentle! When I patch you up after you spar I don't do it maliciously!”

“I am being gentle, stop wriggling!” Luke grits his teeth as he continues to wipe the drying blood away. He's trying to be careful, but he's clearly irritated that you're not making this easy for him.

Tossing your knee over his lap and getting closer, suddenly you go quiet at the proximity. There’s something intimate about being tended to so delicately in a room filled with people. A quiet in the chaos reserved for only the two of you.

“So what, you think I'm too good for ambrosia? Sending me off to heal like a mortal— what type of nurse are you?”

“You drunk on ambrosia for a scrape would definitely make your dad thrilled and have the both of us cleaning the stables for the rest of the week,” Luke lets out a brief snicker as he meets your gaze, rolling your eyes as you lean against the wall. His hand unconsciously rubs circles into the skin above your knee, featherlight yet firm at the same time. You try to ignore the goosebumps that rise in its wake.

Luke doesn't say anything about it while he continues to look at you. He realizes that you look quite pretty even with windswept hair and dirt on your cheek, but he can't let you see that he's noticed. Something shifts in the air of the infirmary, more overpowering than the smell of antiseptic and it bubbles in both of your chests, overflowing and seeping into the small space between you.

Not bad for a boring day, you suppose. You make him piggyback you for the rest of the day in an attempt to guilt-trip him. But the huge smile on his face has all of your campers thinking otherwise.

—

The next day, he sees you walking perfectly fine. In fact, with the way you’re rushing to scold a Hephaestus kid for almost setting the armory on fire, he’s not sure he’s ever seen you move that fast in your life.

Warmth settles on your cheeks as your eyes dart between the kid you’re yelling at and Luke’s narrowing eyes from afar, and you can’t quite tell if the rush of emotions is from what you’re doing versus who you’re really looking at.

Maybe the next time he pushes you around he’ll find out.

[thefantasyden]

Tenderness (part 1?)

Pairing: Chris Bang x F Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive, cliff hanger

Word count: 871

Summary: Chris is happy to be home, and he's happier knowing you're with him.

(Author note: I'm using Chris instead of Chan because he's made it clear that Chris is what seems to make him feel most authentic right now and I'm nothing if not a slut for respecting whatever makes him feel good.)

I just want to see if you guys like this kind of writing and if so I will do a part to with love-overload soft dom Chris.

“Chris, it is way to early for you to be acting up like this.” You muse to him as you read his latest bubble messages, smiling when you notice he was sending pictures you had taken of him while you were at the park.

“Sorry baby. It’s what Stay expect when I’m home though.” He leans across the couch to peck your cheek, messing up your hair affectionately before going back to reading through the replies he’d received.

You’d always thought it was sweet how he tried to read as many replies as he could, even if the senders didn’t know he was seeing them. He always wanted to know more about his fans and you could feel the tension stirring in your heart as you admired him, silently appreciating the person he was.

“You look like you’re about to bite me.” His voice startles you briefly, having been so into your thoughts that you hadn’t seen him put his phone down.

“I was considering it.”

He stands up from his spot across the couch and stretches, briefly scanning the hotel room you’d chosen over staying with his parents, having been terrified of the idea of imposing on them during your first visit to his home. You loved his parents of course, and you arguably spoke to his mother more than he did, yet you still held a certain respect-based fear of them that wasn’t quite as easy to shake.

Your focus is back on your phone until you hear him groan, catching you off guard when he suddenly flops down on top of your body, his full weight pressing you into the couch with your arms trapped awkwardly against your chest.

“You’re gonna crush me! Can you not!” You struggle to breath between the sheer force of him on top of you and the urge to giggle at his antics, sighing deeply when he finally props himself up slightly on his forearms.

“You weren’t paying attention to me!” His voice is a playful whine, only slightly less needy than he was when demanding attention from the members that he also loved to crush with the weight of his love.

“It’s your one job as the love of my life.” He buries his face in your neck, inhaling the vanilla scent of your perfume as his hair tickles your cheek. In moments like this you can’t help but coo at him, overwhelmed with gratitude knowing that you get to love him in his softest moments.

You’re wriggle your arms free from between your chest in favour of wrapping one around the back of his neck to stroke his hair and the other around his shoulders, tracing your nails over the fabric of his shirt lightly.

A happy hum escapes his lips and then he’s moving you both, wrapping himself around your side with his leg thrown between yours. It’s a much more comfortable way to be trapped against your boyfriend and it allows him to hold you tightly against him, gentle sighs and moans of content meeting your ears as he settles in.

You diligently pet his head, your other hand wrapping around his forearm as he holds you. Seeing him so peaceful made every hardship you had faced feel worthwhile. The long studio nights, the weeks you had to spend apart. It all made sense to see him so happy and in his element.

You hadn’t realised your nails were now tracing the bare skin at his neck until you heard a barely audible moan, Chris’ heavy eyes staring softly at your lips.

“That feels nice.” He mumbles with a smile that spreads across cheek to cheek when your fingers move to stroke his cheek. Sometimes he couldn’t believe you were a real part of his life.

You can’t stop yourself from leaning into him and pressing a gentle kiss to his own lips, laughing with him when his smile doesn’t cease. You were so used to your kisses being broken with giggles and grins that it had long ago become your favourite part of kissing him.

“Can you focus for two seconds so I can kiss you properly?”

The playful tone of your words had his wheels turning, his body shifting to cover more of your own without being entirely on top of you.

“Yeah? You wanna kiss me that bad huh?" Lips press ever so lightly against the side of your neck and suddenly the shift in his mood isn’t the only thing you can feel pressing against you.

The annoyed whine that escapes you is more than enough for him and he kisses you a little harder this time, needy hands sliding down from your hip to sneak underneath the fabric of your shirt. You shivered slightly at his cold hands on your bare skin, the sensation combining in your head with the tingle of his lips as they strayed from your own, trailing down your neck toward your chest as he mumble quiet ‘I love you’s that you would have missed if you hadn’t felt those same words on your flesh a million times over.

“So pretty.” He whispers, eyes meeting your as he slides your shirt up slowly. “Lemme show you how pretty you are?”

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Meet me in the afterglow

Jamie Tartt x f!reader

Words: 2,7k

Warnings: language, a bit of angst (with a happy ending this time)

A/n: part 2 for Tell me that I’m all you want 🫢

Jamie has never been more excited for the pre-season. The weather in London is delightful today, the sun is shining and the temperature is at that perfect level of warmth where it doesn’t feel too hot. He’s back at Nelson Road Stadium, right where he belongs. No funny business this year. Jamie’s smiling cheerfully as he’s walking down the very familiar corridors, holding a cup holder with two cups of coffee in his hand. He strides into your office, and you smile brightly at him, putting your work aside and giving Jamie your full attention. You happily slip back into your routine.

Jamie had barely seen you during the off-season. If you weren’t working, you were somewhere away with Jason. You’d been to, like, four different countries in five weeks, living your best life. Vacation definitely suits you – you look so radiant and well-rested. Your hair is wavier than usual, your skin is glowing, and your posture is relaxed. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?

“I’ve missed this,” you say after fifteen minutes of chatter and giggles, and Jamie grins at you. “Almost as much as I missed this,” you add, smugly bringing the coffee cup to your lips. Jamie rolls his eyes but laughs nevertheless. God, he missed this too.

The blissful happiness doesn’t last long. Jamie doesn’t care much about what people say on the Internet, even if it’s everyone predicting that Richmond will get relegated again because it’s just poop-eh, yeah?

But then there’s something else.

“Did you know that Roy and Keeley broke up?” Jamie all but burst into your office.

You mimic zipping your mouth and throwing away the key.

“Oh, come on!” Jamie flops on the chair in front of you and sighs dramatically.

You shrug, unaffected. “How’s Roy doing?”

“Well, I promised not to say anything either!” Jamie crosses his arms determinedly.

Jamie doesn’t know whether it’s a lawyer thing or just a you thing, but he’s pretty sure that one stern look from you can make him spill all of his deepest secrets. So, predictably, you just raise one eyebrow, and it’s enough convincing for him to start talking.

After a short conversation, you agree that it’s a sad turn of events because Roy and Keeley were really good together.

“You and Jason are good?” Jamie asks because it feels fitting. He’s somewhat made peace with the fact that you’re in love with someone else. As long as you’re happy.

“Yeah, we’re good,” you smile.

It only gets worse from there.

Jamie is in your office the first thing after he hears that Zava might be joining the team because if someone knew anything about signing a new player, that would be you. You say that it’s just something that Rebecca wants, but it is very unlikely to happen. That is, until it does.

“Who the fuck signs a contract with ‘you’re welcome’?!”

Usually Jamie doesn’t like it when you’re mad, but nothing is more comforting for him than knowing that he has your support in his disliking for Zava. He becomes almost a permanent resident at your office. Every day, it’s “Zava this” and “Zava that”. Reminds you of the time when Roy first rejoined Richmond as a coach and refused to coach Jamie…

On the upside, Richmond is on a four-week winning streak. Like Zava or not, you’ve gotta admit that he is a hella good player. Before you can even finish that sentence out loud, the look on Jamie’s face is one of full-on betrayal. You roll your eyes, the fragile male ego.

“At least I'm still your favorite player,” Jamie declares self-assuredly.

“I'm sorry, at what point did I ever say that you are my favorite player?” you sneer at him, crossing your arms.

“It’s implied!”

“Aah,” you nod in faux agreement.

“So who is it then? It can’t be Zava.” Jamie will jump off a cliff.

“Lewandowski.”

Jamie shrugs, “Fair enough, he’s fucking great. I can be second after him.”

“See, that’s funny, because I don’t remember saying that you’re my second favorite either,” you say with an amused smile on your face.

“Oh, fuck off!”

Things haven’t been going really well for Richmond ever since that match against West Ham, they haven’t won a match for four weeks now. Needless to say, it was a little bit depressing. There is something else bothering Jamie, though. You’ve been acting weird lately, distant. You weren’t at the match last week, you told Jamie you couldn't hang out twice in one week, and when the third time you finally agreed, it seemed like your mind was somewhere else the whole evening. He gets that you want to spend time with your boyfriend, but Jamie wants some scraps of your time too! It takes you hours to reply to his texts, and even when he comes to your office during the day, it feels like even having a simple conversation with Jamie costs you effort. You just seem tired in general.

Jamie has been quietly sitting in your office for five minutes, waiting for you to finish whatever it is you are so busy doing. Not knowing what to do, he takes your coffee cup and takes a sip.

He grimaces in disgust. “What is this?!”

“Triple espresso,” you answer without looking away from your laptop.

No milk, no syrups, no joy, nothing.

“That’s disgusting.”

“Then don’t drink it,” you snatch the cup back.

“Not getting enough sleep?” Jamie smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

The look on your face just screams that you don’t find it funny one bit and can’t wait to be done with this conversation.

Jamie’s shoulders slump, “Are you mad at me?”

“For what, hurting my coffee’s feelings?”

“I don’t know! But you’ve been acting weird! You always say you’re busy, you don’t reply to my texts, you don’t make fun of my outfit choices, and I wore a jacket with shorts yesterday.”

“The fact that you know that it’s something I would make fun of you for means that my job here is done.”

“It was raining for the whole day two days in a row, and you didn’t even complain!”

“It’s London, it’s always raining.”

“And you always complain!” He’s got a point there.

Jamie looks genuinely worried, and you didn't mean to upset him at all. You sigh weary. “It’s not you. It’s just– I needed some me-time.” Jamie keeps looking at you, waiting for you to continue. “Jason and I broke up.”

Well, that was unexpected. Jamie doesn’t really know what to say. His previous attempt at post-breakup comforting wasn’t exactly successful.

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” you say apathetically. “Sometimes people are just not right for each other.”

“I thought you guys were great.”

“Yeah, me too,” there’s a very bittersweet tone to your voice.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Jamie gets the hint. There’s only one thing that he wants to know anyway. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” That doesn’t sound very convincing even for yourself, and judging by Jamie’s skeptical look, it doesn’t for him either. “I will be,” you rectify, feeling a lot more sincere now.

His own selfish feelings aside, Jamie never really wished for you and Jason to break up (well, maybe except for the first, like, two weeks), and with you clearly being upset about it, Jamie doesn’t have it in him to feel pleased or hopeful about the fact. What you need right now is a friend, and that’s exactly what he’s going to be.

It’s fascinating how healing a good girls night can be because a week and two hours of screaming Taylor Swift songs later, you were terribly hungover but feeling like a whole new person. Luckily for you, your boss was one of the said girls, so after lunch, the two of you decided that there was no work that required your immediate attention and was worth all that suffering and, with a clear conscience, went home.

The loss against Man City was pretty bad. Especially considering that Zava left the team. And the sport in general… Jamie wasn’t so upset about this, but you weren’t particularly excited about all the paperwork that it left you with. Richmond hadn’t won a match in nine weeks, which was pretty discouraging too. You even invited Jamie for dinner after another lost match to cheer him up a little bit.

Then finally, a miracle happened, and Ted “came up” with some “total football” thing, which, once they had figured it out, seemed to work really well for the team. After they won a match again for the first time, Jamie invited you for a celebratory dinner, on which he cheated because he ordered takeout instead of cooking. You didn’t really mind, though, because Jamie’s cooking abilities are limited to a short list of dishes that he can make himself and a bit longer list of dishes that he can make if you tell him what to do, and you didn't feel like playing Nigella.

Richmond is on a winning streak, and the team’s spirit is exceptionally high. Jamie has been on his best game too, which he can admit that he has Roy to thank for, because he is mature like that now. Life has been really good lately.

The practice is over, and Jamie’s on his way to go and pester you when he bumps into Keeley in the hallway.

“Jamie!” She doesn’t appear to be as surprised to see him. “Walk with me.” She wraps her arm around his and starts leading him down the hall.

“You know that (Y/n) helps me out with the legal stuff in the firm, right?”

“Yeah.” Jamie’s not sure where this is going.

“So yesterday I asked her to come to this meeting with me ‘cause we were signing with that one guy. And he had his lawyer with him too, and he was, like, really hot. The lawyer, not the guy. And he was totally into (Y/n) too. I didn’t even know you could make legal terms sound so sexy…”

Keeley glances at Jamie, who resembles a kicked puppy at the moment. “I’m telling you all of this because you better put your big boy pants on and ask her out before somebody else does. Again.”

Jamie doesn’t even feel like asking how and how long she’s known, he just nods at her, and she gives him that sweet smile of hers and leaves.

It’s been almost three months since you and Jason broke up. Jamie’s been more than happy to be the one you spend your free time with again, and he’s been content with how things are between you enough to not want to risk it. He hasn’t seen you being really interested in someone anyway, but he’s seen people being interested in you. Evidently, it was just a matter of time before someone caught your attention too.

Jamie goes directly to your office, and the first thing that he notices is a big bouquet of flowers on your desk. Jason stopped renewing them a few weeks after your breakup, so it’s gotta be from someone else.

“Nice flowers,” Jamie announces his presence in the room. “Who are they from?”

“Just some guy I met at Keeley's meeting yesterday,” you say noncommittally.

So it is him. “Why is he sending you flowers?”

“Well, I don’t know for sure, but my guess is that he wants to ask me out.” You look pleased.

It’s now or never. “Don't go out with him,” he blurts.

You frown. “What?”

“Don’t go out with him,” he repeats with more conviction this time. “Go out with me.”

You contemplate him for a moment. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” Jamie hadn’t really thought it through.

“Just let it go, Jamie,” you say insistently.

“The fuck I will!” There’s no going back now. “I want this. You.” That comes out a bit desperate.

“Right,” you scoff.

Now it’s Jamie’s turn to frown, “What?”

“For fuck’s sake, Jamie!” Even with your patience, there's a limit. “You only wanted me ‘cause you couldn’t fucking have me, which is somehow even worse than if you never wanted me at all.” You glower at him. “And now again. I’m not some fucking trophy for you to want just because someone else does!”

Jamie is completely stunned, just sitting there with his mouth open, not being able to come up with a single sensible thing to say.

Your attention turns to Higgins peeking through the door frame, “(Y/n), I need your help with something.” You have never been more grateful to see him.

“I’ll be right with you,” you nod at him, smiling. He reads the room and decides not to wait on you here.

When Higgins disappears from your view, you turn back to Jamie, “We have a good thing here. Let’s not ruin it.” With that, you get up and walk away.

You haven’t seen Jamie since your little talk yesterday. This is probably for the better because you needed some space after everything. You’re done with your work for the day, but instead of going home, you’re sitting in one of the thousands of seats at the empty stadium, staring at nothing in particular and a lot going on in your mind. The sunset is absolutely stunning today. The sky is colored with all kinds of shades of red, orange, and pink, illuminated beautifully by the afterglow of the sun.

You see in your peripheral vision that someone is walking towards you, and the clashing colors of the clothes that someone is wearing are enough for you to know exactly who this is.

Jamie takes the seat next to you. You just sit there in silence for a minute before he finally speaks up.

“You were wrong, you know,” he starts softly. “I’ve always wanted you. It’s only when I couldn’t have you that I realized it. I’m sorry I was an idiot. Shouldn’t have taken me so long.”

You keep staring forward, so he continues.

“You are not a trophy, but you are my best friend. It means more to me than you know, and I didn’t wanna risk losing it. But then Keeley told me about that guy, and I thought I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t say something.”

You finally turn to look at him. Jamie’s looking at you with those puppy dog eyes of his, which makes it’s impossible to be mad at him. You give him a small smile. “You wouldn’t lose me.” He smiles too.

It gives Jamie the courage that he’s been looking for, and he gently takes your hand in both of his. “Give me a chance. Just one date. And if you hate it, I swear I’ll never bring this up ever again.”

You study him for a moment, and his eyes look so hopeful. “Alright, Jamie Tartt,” you smile at him. “Make it worth my while.”

Winning the last match of the season, Richmond finishes the season in second place. Not bad for a Premier League comeback. Today’s celebration is Ted’s last day with the team. He sure as hell will be missed, but today is not about sad farewells – it’s about appreciating the people around you and everything that awaits you in the future.

Ola’s is filled with music, laughter, and joy. Jamie looks around the room: Dani is having a drinking contest with Beard, Richard and Jan Mass are having a passionate debate about something, Ted is spinning Rebecca in the rhythm of Never Gonna Give You Up, surrounded by Keeley and the rest of the players cheering and dancing next to them. Like one big and very happy family.

Jamie is pulled out of his thoughts by the movement in front of him and the sound of glasses being put on the wooden table. Then you pull him up by his arm and start dragging him with you towards the dancing crowd with a carefree smile. Jamie eagerly takes your hand in his and lifts it above you, making you twirl. You laugh and give him a quick kiss on the lips. Life has never been better.

A/N: did i sneak in the name of the songs in the most literal corniest way? yes, and what about it.

[deq22rawf]

' Apologies '

in which they thought you were leaving him.

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authors note : whew, school's hectic this past month, 15 assignments lmao, im gonna write on every monday from now on, if i don't, im probably dead <3 I'm kidding.

characters : childe & gorou

warnings : crying, thoughts of leaving (from them), lots and lots of apologies, cursing, suicidal thoughts.

part two — here

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CHILDE

Both of you went to sleep in seperate rooms that night, you took the southern room while he took the northern room.

You were fighting about him coming home late and always having wounds on his chest, legs, arms, everywhere! And he was not in the mood so he immediately snapped and screamed at you causing the fight to escalate.

"Ajax! I'm just trying to look out for you, you know?"

"Just shut the fuck up Y/N, I'm not in the mood right now!"

"Oh I'm shutting the fuck up?! I'm just trying to look out for you! Is that a crime now?!"

More profanities were screamed out, until he used your abandonment against you.

"You know?! Maybe I should've left you on that road that night?! I'm sick and tired Y/N!"

The more he reminisces about the fight, the more the guilt is setting in his mind. He shouldn't have said that, you were just trying to look out for him.

His train of thoughts stopped as he heard the front door close harshly.

His tears finally spilled out as sobs could be heard outside his room aswell.

You left him didn't you?

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry, I didn't mean for-for any of th-this to happen. I'm f-fucking sorry."

He held onto his pillow tight as his spilled out more apologies. More of his tears were staining the pillow as dark thoughts clouded his mind.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't realize that his door crept open and you peeked inside.

Your eyes were wide as he started to sob out suicidal words.

"I'm going to kill myself, I hate myself, I should jump off a cliff, I should hang myself."

Until you immediately rushed to his side and held him tight, his muffled cries were in your neck.

"Hey, hey, I'm here, Jax' I'm here, I'm here alright?"

He held on you tightly like you were about to turn into dust, his breath shaking as he looked into your eyes and you looked into his.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Y/N. I didn't mean what I sa-said.. I was just i-in a bad mood and I-I d-didn't realize I s-said-

"Shhh.. I know you didn't alright? Don't hurt yourself, 'Jax."

You wiped his tears off his face, his eyes finally glistened under the moonlight as you hugged him tightly.

"I'm not going to leave, just make sure to take care of yourself alright?"

You gave him a pick on the cheek.

"Okay."

"Now let's go to sleep, We'll talk this out in the morning alright?"

He held you tighter than ever before, he was afraid that he was just dreaming and you truly left him. But you didn't. He loved you with every fiber with his being, he doesn't know what to do without you.

He loves you so much and he would never let you go until death.

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GOROU

Gorou's ears went down and his tail flopped as he thought more and more about your fight.

"Gorou, you're not spending any time with me like you did back then?! I'm sick and tired of this, please can you just spend time with me?!"

"I'm sorry but the Divine Priestess needs me on the front l-"

"You know what? I'm just going to go somewhere, don't even bother following me."

"W-Wait Y/-"

You slammed the door on him as he was left with guilt and regret in his body.

He laid against a tree as the bird's sung and sang songs, he sobbed quietly as he curled himself up in a ball.

He didn't realize he was too focused on work that he forgot about you. His hands were shaking and small whimpers could be heard around the area.

But he didn't care, you left him, the person who gave him the courage to keep going on, but you're now gone.

Probably you've already left him, far away from him because you couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't take it anymore to be neglected anymore.

He deserved what he felt, he deserved the pain he felt, what was even there to fight for anymore? Without you, it felt like a part of him was lost, gone even.

He continued to cry and cry and didn't even notice someone calling out from him.

"Gorou?! Oh archons, are you okay?"

Your tone was soft, like someone humming a tone, or the little birds singing their songs.

You lifted up his chin to see his eyes were filled with sadness, lost, and filled with despair. He embraced you tightly as he whispered apologies immediately.

"I'm so-sorry for neglecting you Y/N, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't leave me alone, I don't want to be alone Y/N."

"I'm not leaving Gorou, I'm not leaving you but I just want to spend time with you, I'm tired of being alone. I just want to be with you."

His form was shaking, his ears were drooped down as you kissed him, releasing his worries out.

He hugged you tightly, so tightly as you kissed him again, slowly bringing him up, making him stand.

"Let's go home, Gorou."

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authors note : WOOHOO THE FANFIC IS DONE <333 ILY YALL

[templetogavage]

Weekly Weighing (03/31/2024 to 04/06/2024)

Here are (more than) seven posts from gaining and encouraging Tumblr I enjoyed this week.

1. https://www.tumblr.com/vinnyeats/746507054171226112/gotta-love-krispy-kremes

Starting off with @vinnyeats in a classic fat boy pose, looking like a hog with an apple in his mouth.

2. https://www.tumblr.com/suitedbeef/746512630474309632/easter-pig

With Easter passed, it only seemed right to honor @suitedbeef and his themed outfit. Pleasingly snug, as always.

3. https://www.tumblr.com/sumbellies/746645036774604800

This week's first obligatory before and after picture. Congrats to @chubbxo for the 80 pound gain! And thanks to @sumbellies for getting this on my dash.

4. https://www.tumblr.com/gainingbellyboy3/746807659353817088

@bellychaser57 collected some excellent pictures of ratthew413, a chubby singer who I'd recommend following. Click through for more.

5. https://www.tumblr.com/glennk56/746685719971610624/cliff-emmich-in-the-1980s

@glennk56 posts quite a few delightful collections of chubby actors, but when this one crossed my dashboard, I knew I needed to include it. There's a variety of different looks here, for the handsome Cliff Emmich. Check out this blog if you're looking for other posts like this, too, they're a regular feature.

6. https://www.tumblr.com/quiet-admirer/746768984476647424/i-love-this-its-simple-elegant-inclusive

@yourfattestcow responds to @quiet-admirer's call for a BDSM-esque umbrella acronym for fat fetish, gaining & encouraging/weight gain kink, and feedism. I'm fond enough of it that I thought I'd share it- although I do think EFAB and FABE are also worth considering.

7. https://www.tumblr.com/joshcroissant/746814285781614592/ready-for-a-meeting-with-me

This post by @joshcroissant was actually one of the ones that convinced me to go for more than my minimum seven posts. When I saw this, I knew that I would have to include it. What's better than the slightest hint of belly peeking through, the slightest clinging of the shirt fabric to the fat underneath, the slightest rounding of the jawline, hidden by beard...sometimes fat men are just hot, and that's how it is.

8. https://www.tumblr.com/littleandlard/746826870079832064/come-cuddle

Love a pose like this- sometimes it's not about looking as hot as possible. If you're a good-looking guy, like @littleandlard, a bit of charm and sense of humor turns an ordinary, mundane image into something greater. This expression is just perfect.

9. https://www.tumblr.com/ryanporker/746851749427593216/my-patrons-know-to-ask-for-what-they-like-anyone

@ryanporker is out here producing some of the best roleplay/fantasy content in this space, apparently. I've been sleeping on his content. Highly recommend checking out this preview if you're looking for new content and want a solid pitch.

10. https://www.tumblr.com/zangtang/746917658799259648

There are always a few videos I find, and I have to be judicious about which to include- in a big text post like this, you only get one. So I convert one to a GIF whenever I can, and where I think it preserves the appeal. This short and sweet post by @gluttonbeefy is just good fun. Watching a belly flop and jiggle is a core part of what most of enjoy here, I think. Thanks to @zangtang for providing me with this and the next post.

11. https://www.tumblr.com/zangtang/746920967349125120

Belly on a countertop. It's just great to see the way bellies are shaped, to watch them move- even in a still image, seeing the way it hangs...@bearbellied knows exactly how to show off his belly at its best.

12. https://www.tumblr.com/mattyhalled1/746940178372968448/you-did-this-to-me-i-blame-yall

The second and final of this week's obligatory comparison pictures! @ilikeeverythicc has a great shape for this particular angle, I think- it really highlights every inch of fat there. And the contrast on display- there's a reason I try to include one of these types of photos every week.

13. https://www.tumblr.com/feeder86/746901149259546624/tommys-two-hundred

Finally, a snippet of a @feeder86 story. I quite enjoyed the overall trajectory of this one, and highly recommend giving it a read if you're looking for more gainer stories that focus on someone discovering a desire to gain with a partner.

And that's this week's Weekly Weighing!

[darthgloris]

Our Padawan III

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Jedi!reader

Warnings: death, heartbreak, angst, grief, sad Ani, traumatized Ahsoka

Summary: After the chaos in the gorge, Ahsoka and Anakin descend the cliffs to look for Y/N. The young girl finds her sprawled out on the ground and hopelessly tries to get her to wake up. When Anakin finds his Padawan trying to make her get up, his heart crumbles. As he grieves the love of his life, Ahsoka guilts herself into believing it was her fault.

A/N: and here comes the saddest one of them all! A moment of silence for Mufasa and Y/N. I promise that after this one I'm publishing lots of fluff!

Song: Mufasa Dies - Hans Zimmer

Our Padawan // Our Padawan II

☆☆☆

Ahsoka hopped down from the rocks and the thump of her feet echoed through the dead-silent gorge.

She tried to look for her Master through the clouds of sand and dirt. She caught sight of a silhouette under the broken tree and her heart clenched as she walks towards it. She takes slow, careful steps as she inspects the unmoving figure.

Y/N was on her side, hand curled on the floor by her face, hair tousled up and drooping over her forehead. She looked peaceful, almost asleep, except something felt different... she didn't have that spark of life.

No.

She has to be okay.

"Master?" Ahsoka looked at her, desperate for a sign of life. "Y/N, come on."

She walked closer and pulled on her arm, "You gotta get up." Completely still and a bit cold, her arm flopped back into place.

"Y/N..?" She whimpered. "We gotta go home..."

The young girl moved to stand near her head and tried to shake her awake.

But she wasn't moving.

"Help!" She called, her hopeless yell echoing through the gorge, now fallen onto deaf ears. "Anakin!"

Ahsoka walked back and forth through the gorge, screaming for anyone to respond. "Rex! R2..!"

Her shoulders slumped in defeat, but she still refused to admit her Master was gone. Forever. "Help..." her breath shook as tears filled her eyes, but she didn't let them spill. Instead, she walked over to Y/N's still figure and knelt down next to her, resting her head in her lap. "Come on, I know you're still there... you have to be..."

Footsteps echoed through the silence and her head snapped up, looking for the person. "Snips?"

"Master!" She said and rushed to hug him.

Anakin's heart crumbled and seemed to never be able to be put back together again.

The love of his life, his angel, his Y/N... lifeless on the floor like an animal.

He dropped to his knees beside her, defeated, devastated, destroyed.

Every moment they ever spent together flashed before his eyes like a movie: all the secret meetings and the kisses and the nights spent together... all gone. It was all gone.

His eyes filled with tears as Ahsoka tried to grab onto his arms and pull him towards her. "Master, help, please... I can't get her to get up..."

"Snips..." he couldn't even put the words together. He couldn't. "She's... she's not going to get up..."

The girl seemed to get lost in herself for a moment, and Anakin pulled his favourite person's dead body onto his lap, holding her close for the last time. He held her cold, peaceful face over his chest, right where she would rest after a long day. He started sobbing uncontrollably as he clutched onto her for dear life. He couldn't bring himself to let her go.

"I'm sorry, Master..." Ahsoka spoke up, her voice heavy with tears.

"Snips, don't do this, please..." Anakin begged. "You have nothing to apologise for."

"It's... it's my fault..." She said as she looked at her broken lightsabers in the distance.

"No, it's not, Snips, don't say that..." he denied without missing a beat.

"She'd... she'd still be alive..." she thought out loud, trembling as she took a few steps back. "I can't, I'm sorry..."

"Ahsoka, wait!" Anakin called, but she had already taken off running. His breathing quickened as his eyes flickered from the dust his Padawan kicked up to Y/N's pale and tranquil face. He couldn't take it anymore.

He let out a blood curdling wail of grief. And then he kept screaming. He screamed until his throat ripped raw, until he felt his voice dying into his trachea.

Anakin felt numb. He felt as if he lost the sense of time, place and touch. He couldn't get up, he couldn't pull his skin away from hers. He just couldn't. Because he knew that if he let go, he'd never touch her again. If he walked away from her, he'd see her once more at her grave and then never again.

...

Ahsoka's step faltered as she heard someone speaking and a response by commlink.

"Did you do it?"

"I did. She's dead."

She gasped silently as she poked her face out from the wall of stone. Dooku was on the line with someone... with Palpatine?

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Skywalker's screaming over his loss and the little girl felt so guilty about it that she ran away."

"So what are you waiting for? Go find her and kill her!"

As if on cue, the Sith turned around and caught the girl spying. She yelped and stumbled away, rushing back to look for Anakin.

She reached the broken tree and saw the ship waiting for Anakin to get inside. "Master!"

"Snips! You're all right!" He said, relieved, as she threw her arms around him again. He held her tightly as he felt a sudden wave of affection for her. He was going to protect her with all he had, at the cost of his life. His last attempt to keep a part of Y/N alive.

"Go on, go back to the ship." He said and she obliged wordlessly.

As he picked her up bridal style and walked inside the ship, he felt like it was the longest walk he ever took. With the love of his life still limp in his arms, he pressed a button to send a message to Obi-Wan.

"Y/N's gone, Obi-Wan. Alert the Council."

[shayyprasad]

stuck with you | peter parker

summary: you love him, but you hate him. maybe you'll be able to love him a little bit more if it's really just the two of you.

"we're lost." you declared. 

"no, we aren't."

"yes, we are!"

"fine, then, mr. navigator, where are we?"

"um... er, we are— we are right here."

you rolled your eyes, along with a string of curses. 

peter sighed, "this is my life now. i have climbed this hill, and will die upon it."

"shut it. we've only been walking for 20 minutes. in the direction you said to go," you threw you hands up in frustration. yes, walking for 20 minutes, but stranded for maybe around 3 hours, you'd guess.

the plan, at first, was to wait for your father, tony, and the rest of the team to find you, but it'd had become quite evident after a while that they weren't coming for you.

"just because i have spider-sense, doesn't mean i have common sense!"

"well, i know that now!" after a moment, you pinched the bridge of your nose. "look, us stupidly arguing isn't gonna get us anywhere, okay?"

peter sighed, half-heartedly shrugging. you went back to fiddling with your ear comm, hoping to get it back online. for a moment, you heard static, and you squealed.

"what? what?"

and then it went back to silence. "goddamnit." you were very, very close to chucking it off a cliff. "aren't you, like, a tech genius or something? can't you do something with this?"

"i already tried. all i got was radio silence. we're completely off the grid, dumb-ass."

"you don't think i know that? god, why did i get stuck with the spider-kid?" you mumbled the second part under your breath.

"hey!"

oops. forgot about the spider-hearing. 

"okay, well— at least— at least my powers don't consist of freaking levitation!"

"it's not levitation!"

"my bad, telekinesis."

"psychokinesis!"

"same thing. who cares?"

you scowled and used your mental concentration to lift him a good 20 feet into the air.

"don't—" he yelped, "put me down!"

"don't put you down?"

"no! put. me. down!"

"can't hear you up there."

"you actual piece of— drop me! wait, no, not—"

you weren't doing anything bad. just what he told you to do. peter landed on the ground with a loud thud. that had to hurt, you thought.

"because all i can do is levitate things," you mocked, "how dumb. at least i don't shoot webs out of my ass-crack."

"i don't—"

but by then, you'd already tuned him out. one of your headaches was coming on, because you normally didn't lift heavy things in the air, or really, not most things. you were still figuring out how to use them.

it wasn't something you regretted though, it was very worth it.

"—and you know, i'm sure that—"

how was he still going?

"—because you haven't even started—"

i might chuck him off a cliff instead.

"—crazy, since—"

you gritted your teeth, massaging your temple, "please stop talking."

"hah! i'm sure you'd love— y/n? are you good?"

"yes," you waved his concern off (along with the butterflies in your stomach), "i'm fine."

"regret that yet?"

"no," you grinned. "never."

peter flopped down, sitting up against a tree. "i'm sure."

you joined him, taking a seat beside peter. in complete exhaustion, you dropped your head on his shoulder, quietly inhaling the smell of him. pinewood, aftershave, and a tinge of sweat. 

he flinched slightly at the action, but looped an arm around you. 

moments like this made being near peter actually nice. for once, you enjoyed his company. but the feeling didn't last long, because the reality of being stranded in a giant forrest/jungle/whatever other word for this place hit hard after a second.

"jeez, are we ever gonna get home?"

"yes. maybe. i mean, probably." he stammered.

"this is definitely worst case scenario. stuck on an alien planet, lost in— in whatever this was. were these even trees? were trees purple with yellow studs sticking out of them? 

you didn't know. you just wanted to go home. granted, peter's presence was making this slightly better, but still. 

"it's okay," you heard him say. "you can sleep. i got you, y/n." peter kissed the top of your head, and you subconciously smiled.

"you know," you murmured, "i'm glad that if i'm stuck with anyone here, i'm stuck with you."

and then you were falling, falling, into a deep, dreamless sleep, with pitch black envloping you entirely.

[floatmeintothesun]

Idiocy

You get hurt, and Kunikuzushi thinks you’re extremely dumb (scaramouche x reader)

tw: pet names; kuni calls you love a couple of times, some injuries are mentioned

tags: fluff, comfort, little smidge of angst, kuni being worried, no specific gender being mentioned

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“What the actual fuck were you thinking?!” Kunikuzushi hisses lowly, his violet eyes blazing with fury. You blink at him slowly, trying to get your mind to work, but it seems like your brain doesn’t particularly want to do its job and function properly. He runs a hand through his silky locks and sighs heavily, narrowing his eyes into dangerous slits. “You could have died.” 

He places special emphasis on the last word and you nod, trying to shake off the fog clouding your head. It makes your vision black out when you do so and the world becomes fuzzy for a second before Kunikuzushi snarls wordlessly, forcing you to stay still.

“You idiot, you’ve got a damn concussion--don’t go ‘round shaking your head like that.” He bites out and you resist the urge to nod again in agreement with his words. 

Honestly, you’d probably say that it wasn’t entirely your fault that you broke a couple of bones in your left leg and managed to acquire a concussion as well. It’s just that, maybe falling off a cliff while running away from Ruin Guards and almost going splat on the ground was part of the reason why Kunikuzushi is fretting over you so heavily. He mumbles something about incompetency and you wince as he ties the makeshift splint on your leg tighter.

“Ow…don’t cut off my circulation…” You complain blandly and Kunikuzushi huffs softly through his nose in faint annoyance.

“If you didn’t break your damn leg we wouldn’t be in this situation, would we?” He deadpans, even though he loosens the splint quickly. You blow a strand of hair out of your face, laying down on the grassy floor. You watch in boredom as the green tufts shift and move with the slight breeze, as Kunikuzushi continues to mutter things under his breath.

“I probably would have been fine.” You mumble quietly, half hoping that he wouldn’t hear it, but alas, his head snaps up anyway.

Well, fuck.

The dimmed anger in his eyes flares back to life, and his lips stretch out into thin line.

“No, you wouldn't have. You would have fucking died if I wasn’t there to catch you before you hit the ground. I don’t even know how you managed to hobble that fast with that leg--”

“I had a plan!”

“Oh yeah? What stellar plan did you come up with while you were hurtling down the side of a cliff face to your imminent death? Did you plan to suddenly sprout wings?” Kunikuzushi spits lowly, standing up and dusting his clothes off. “Or maybe you thought that you’d spontaneously become immortal or something?” You look away, your face twisting slightly.

He sighs again, grabbing his kasa hat quietly and flopping down next to you on the ground. You inhale lightly when he glares at the floor mulishly. 

“I don’t know. I just--I knew you’d catch me.” You confess after a moment of silence, closing your eyes when the sun hits your face at just the wrong angle, sending pinpricks of pain into your head. You grimace, groaning quietly, and he uses his kasa hat to cover your face, effectively blocking out the light. You blink. “I trust you.”

He laughs incredulously, his face twisting in an emotion you can’t quite identify.

“If I was a second too late…” He murmurs to himself, just barely loud enough for you to hear.

“But you weren’t. I'm here, I’m fine--”

“Define what you mean by fine, love,” Kunikuzushi says, narrowing his eyes slightly. You backtrack quickly.

“I am alive, there, and we’re both safe.” You amend and he raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “I get it. I almost died, I said it.” You sigh, scrunching up your nose. He huffs out a thin, almost mirthless laugh.

“You’re admitting your idiocy, then? Good.” You turn your head, using a hand to lift his wide hat to look at him. Surprisingly enough, he’s also facing you, his dark violet eyes boring into yours. “I’m confining you to bedrest for a couple of weeks and after that, you’re limited to only doing menial chores, you got that?” You groan at his terms, exhaling softly through your nose.

“Right, right, I got it. Come on, let’s go back to the cottage.” You say to him, moving as though you're going to get up. He makes a low hissing sound and you pause. “What is it now?”

“I’m carrying you.” He scoops you up easily, his strong arms hooking underneath your legs and back. Kunikuzushi smirks at your surprised yelp, pressing you securely against his body. His vision glows and you glare as he lifts both himself and you up into the air, whizzing off in the direction of your shared home. His kasa hat shifts into the halo behind his head and you know he enjoys scaring or shocking you whenever he does this.

“A little warning, please?” He snickers faintly at your unimpressed stare, holding you tightly. Kunikuzushi uses his shoulder to block out the light, keeping you tucked carefully in his own shadow.

“No thanks. That takes away all the fun, love.” He shrugs, smirking like a Cheshire cat. He sticks his tongue out at you and you do the same until he dips his head down and kisses your forehead. “I think you deserve to be teased after throwing yourself off a damn cliff.” He adds pointedly, and you sigh.

“Yeah, I guess so. Don’t think I won’t get you back, though.” You shoot at him and he laughs.

“Oh, I know you will.”

—

I would totally jump off a cliff for him lmao

[tyxaar-fics]

I wrote a thing vaguely based on Scar’s tweets recounting Grian’s fishing addiction lol.

Fishing spot

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: GoodTimesWithScar & Cubfan135, Grian & GoodTimesWithScar, Cubfan135 & Grian Characters: GoodTimesWithScar, Grian, Cubfan135

If there was anyone who knew what being possessed looked like, it was Hermitcraft's resident Vex population.

"He's still at it, still fishing."

Scar adjusted his binoculars from his perch atop Magic Mountain, eying up where his friend stood unmoving by the inlet. He'd been at it for weeks now, the last break Grian took was to build a little pier space for more fishing, and it was around that point that his suspicions got strong enough to warrant a proper investigation. So, he called in Cub for company.

"That makes it... three days at this point, three days of fishing without breaks. No sleeping, either." Cub muttered as he made a note in a little chart they were putting together. Scar didn't think it was needed, but a record didn't hurt he supposed.

Grian pulled in something, a salmon? Certainly a fish of some kind, and dumped it in a barrel before throwing his cast again. Some of their friends occasionally joined him in his fishing, (Gem seemed strangely into it as well, something else to investigate.) but other than that, everyone was running around, making traps, mining, and were just generally too busy feeling the high of a new world to really notice just how strange and off-seeming Grian was being. Even when he wasn't fishing, he seemed to itch to go back to it, a weird pull towards the ocean. He always carried his rod and tackle box around now.

Scar put the binoculars down and rubbed his eyes, he probably shouldn't stare through them for so long, but this was fascinating.

"I told you Cub, he's possessed! Do you think whatever's got him is also behind Big Salmon?"

That got an eyeroll out of his friend. "Nah man that’s just a joke that got out of hand." 

"Well, that’s just what Big Salmon wants you to think."

Cub chuckled slightly at the comeback, leaning back on the grassy cliff.

"That's some definite possession right there though. He seems to have some partial control in more lucid moments, but the ocean’s got him good."

Scar blew a cherry petal from his nose and flopped down on the grass as well. 

"I told you the fishing wasn't normal. You know Cub, I'm surprised you're not trying to get your claws on whatever's got theirs in Grian given your track record.”

As they chatted absentmindedly on the mountaintop, it occurred to Scar that anyone else would probably be taking the situation more seriously. After all, a friend of theirs had been possessed by some strange entity binding him to the ocean and it clearly didn't care about Grian's wellbeing, given that he hadn't slept in three days and only ate raw fish. Every part of this should be concerning.

But, Scar and Cub were exactly the wrong people to get concerned. After all, it'd been years since their Pact with the Vex and those first couple times waking up 500 blocks from their beds and panicking, and the feeling of giving in to the Hunger when it got too much… It was old news, that. The Convex were intimately familiar with the feeling of drifting to the back of your head and letting something else take your body and mind for itself, as well as the strange empty euphoria that came with it. Eventually, they just... got used to being possessed every now and again. It was just how life came and went now. Perhaps it was why Scar so eagerly gave in to the Boogey curse and red haze when they came during the games.

"Fishing is fun, but I’m good. I also don’t think the Vex would like me to be taken by the ocean." Cub gave another eyeroll and went back to reading through their Grian fishing notes again.

There was an argument to be made that his fellow Vex had gotten addicted to it, the feeling of being possessed. He denied it, but Scar knew better than most. After all, he seemed positively eager to let himself be taken by the Skulk, the infection spreading and taking root far quicker than one would expect. And a similar situation also happened with the Pharaoh. Not even mentioning that when Demise came both times Cub went overboard, he gave in to the violence and the traps. Scar could practically feel the buzzing bloodied magic wrapping its claws around his friend's mind.

Regardless, this wasn’t them this time, it was Grian. He was new to the whole thing. Scar frowned slightly and sat back up to take another look at his angler friend.

”Do you think we should be more worried?”

”Hm?” Cub paused his note-taking to glance over.

“Do you think we should be worried that Grian’s possessed?” He waved towards the pier, where Grian was busy reeling in a particularly stubborn catch. ”I mean, it doesn’t seem to be taking good care of his body.”

Cub seemed to take some pause and consider that fact, staring at Grian for a few seconds. “Uuh maybe? I dunno how worried we should be, Scar. If he gets that enchantment he wants and doesn’t stop the fishing it might be good to intervene.”

He gave a nod in agreement. ”Sounds like a plan.”

Scar then flopped back down on the cherry-scattered grass, letting the sun dance through the petals falling on his face and taking in the soft evening light. Cub and him would continue their watch from from atop the cliff and keep an eye on any developments for a while. Although, now seemed like a perfect time for a nap amongst the blossoms.

After all, it’s rude to try and take away what something else had claimed for itself. The ocean could keep Grian for now.

[shootingstarrfish]

Hi I wanted to ask one of my fav obey me artists this question: Least favorite to favorite characters? If you wanna say why, that'd be cool. If anything! Please have a nice day!

hii there!!! dearest anon stop being so nice you're going to make me cry AHSHDHD thank you,,, <33333

but what a fun question! for anyone who doesn't want to read my stupid long explanation for each character i will leave this tierlist here! all tiers (except the first tier) are organised by most to least liked within the tier from left to right

no i dont hate lucifer, it's just facebook relationship status (aka complicated <3)

i have plenty of opinions though so i'll go ahead and give some explanations too!! >:D under the cut because there's a lot of rambling here LOL

some of the list is a bit boring because i cant really say i hate or even dislike any characters, and i don't wanna be mean about any characters just cause they're not necessarily my favourites so!

that being said lucifer pisses me off to a comical degree and he absolutely doesn't belong at the bottom but my feelings about him are so ridiculously complicated i don't know where else he belongs? i wish so badly that i could hate him in an uncomplicated way and move on but as an eldest sibling he's such a personal attack on me and i hate it. he's me, i'm him it's horrible. every time i start to think "ahh he's not that bad" he opens his mouth and makes me regret thinking that. i still think about the time i chose to kiss him on the ferris wheel and he held his hand out after and i took it and he said it reminded him of his dead sister, i will never stop holding it against him. he deserves to be loved and taken care of and he also should be thrown off a cliff. im quite certain if i had to assign myself a sin i would pick pride and i hate it >:( (this is all very lighthearted lol)

diavolo used to viscerally annoy me for no good reason when i first started the game, but over time he's grown on me and i'd say now i'm neutral-positive on him!! no idea why i hated him, i was just very salty for no reason hahaha i've recently come to appreciate his character a lot more, im very :( about how lonely he must be and i want him to have more genuine friends please solmare

i think mephisto really is just the kind of character i need to see more of to like, he's very interesting to read character analyses of (and kinda relatable tbh?) but i just need more in game is all! i love his silly lil poses those are real fun, and he is pretty

levi is another i also used to hate out of nowhere? i was neutral on him initially and then i suddenly hated him with a burning passion until one of my friends told me she really loved him and im physically incapable of hating a character my friends love so we're chill again HAHA slowly beginning to like him though! what a pathetic sopping wet cat of a man, it's GREAT

OUUGHH i so badly wanna be able to love beel more, it hurts me to have to put him here but unfortunately this is the way it is... i think it's more accurate to say i love the idea of beel? and ive noticed i really like him everywhere that isnt the game, which again is unfortunate :,)))

LUKE IS MY SON he is babyyyyyyy that's all i have to say <333 my precious lil sonboy he deserves the whole entire world

everyone loves mammon, and i am no exception :D he's not necessarily my type hence why he's neatly placed right in the middle but ugh i love a guy who tries and fails miserably to act tough but is super sweet inside, what a guy <3 ok i flip flopped between putting satan and simeon in the love tier because i am so very fond of both of them, but that's too many characters up there so imagine they're both in a weird tier purgatory between the 2 LOL

i am in fact going to marry simeon and then we will raise luke together it's a fact simeon is everything he's pretty and beautiful and a very complex and interesting character ahhh

SATAN MY LOVE he's a very interesting case to me in that i feel on paper he should be the kind of character who would be on the top of the list! he's smart and kind and unhinged and would kill for you and he likes cats!!! truly husband material i adore him

im going to marry thirteen, thanks for listening to my ted talk <3 my darling beautiful wife who would laugh hysterically if i fell down the stairs i love u thirteen <3333333 we will be wed tomorrow and we will live the dream in her silly lil cave of pranks and curses

i dont know what it is about raphael but i adore him??? is it the wet kitten swag? the done with life expression? his ridiculous outfit? i couldnt tell you but i saw him for the first time and i was immediately obsessed everything i learn about him just makes me more obsessed, i love the fact that he enjoys solomons cooking, the way he's good at sewing and is kind but kinda scary, what a fun character

i could talk endlessly about solomon oh how i love this silly househusband wizard guy i was pretty neutral on him in the og game, and then he swiftly stole my heart in nightbringer and now i would eat his terrible cooking any day of the week just to see him smile <3 if i die seeing him happy that's probably the best way to go out all his calls and messages are sooo cute and they make me melt im in love please just one chance...

barbatos and solomon are typically equal on the list i'd say? but the barbatos brainrot is hitting harder now so he gets to be ever so slightly higher this once hahaha barbs is another that took a while to grow on me, not that i ever disliked him or anything but i definitely overlooked him at first! design wise i absolutely LOVE him, his demon form is definitely one of my absolute favourites. the unique but still put together suit?? the ruffles?? the bone wing horns?? ugh he's just very pretty, and SO interesting as well love a calm collected guy who totally has the potential to destroy you if he so wishes but has a soft spot for you

and of course, real shocker im sure, at the tippy top of the list would be asmo and belphie my beloveds <333 i love them both equally and i could never put one above the other i actually started playing obey me for belphie because one of my favourite character tropes is The Tired One TM, and im absolutely not immune to a cute emo boy either. i've grown to really love his sass and the way he hides his manipulative nature behind his sweet and innocent appearance hehe i also do love how ridiculously forward and blunt he is at times, what a silly guy while belphie was very predictable, asmo was a very out of nowhere character for me! i distinctly remember seeing him initially and thinking "avatar of lust?? i guess he's pretty but he'll probably just be the fuckboy character who makes nonstop innuendos and has no character beyond that, and i'm too asexual for this" so i avoided him a lot at first, but i'm very weak for how kind and gentle and charismatic he is, and the way he puts his all into everything and everyone <333 it didnt take long for me to realise that he's almost exactly the kind of person i aspire to be more like

also miura ayme gives me so much gender envy its not fair send tweet

[itgetsbetterproject]

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You Broke Me First

part 10

Zoe had every intention of calling him immediately... but she wanted to relish in this moment first.

The soft hum of the floor air conditioner, the cool air hitting her, cooling down the apartment at a fast rate. She might put on a hoodie! When was the last time she was able to do that?!

Zoe took out her phone and called Cillian. He picked up on the third ring.

"First date, and you get me an air conditioner?" Zoe said before he could say anything else.

"Hey, first time we met we had sex. There's no rules" He said, sounding sleepy.

Zoe smiled. Something about him bringing up ~that night~ made her smile. Maybe he thought about it as much as she did. Maybe he remembered more than she did. If that was the case, she was jealous.

"Well... thank you. You didn't have to do that. but I'm already putting it to good use."

"Well I would hope so, I don't even know how you dealt with no AC during these summer days. The second I closed the car door when I left yesterday I was on the phone ordering it for you," Cillian said. "Hey," He continued. "I also just wanted to see how you were feeling about today"

"What do you mean?" Zoe said. She was laying on her back on the hardwood floor in front of the AC with her eyes closed, in pure bliss.

"... the article and pictures are dropping today" Cillian said softly.

Zoe slowly opened her eyes.

It was to the point where she never hoped to be happy or content in a moment ever again. Because there was always something coming around the corner and kicking her in the gut.

"Oh." Zoe replied. That's all she could think. "Weird. I know what it feels like on publishing days. I never was on this side of it. Did she say what time it's being dropped?"

"Hannah said 10"

Zoe looked at the clock. 8:53. About an hour left before the whole world knew her.

"If you want to let anyone know... i'd give them a heads up" Cillian added. "maybe your parents.. sister"

"yea, will do" Zoe interrupted. Man, my dad sure would get a kick out of this shit, she thought.

"Why don't you come here and we can figure this out together" Cillian said.

"I'm not sure what is left to be figured out..." Zoe said, drifting off. However, the thought of being together sounded nice, she thought.

"I know... but, ya know that saying? Strength in numbers? I don't know. Just a thought. You don't have to-" Cillian started.

"No it's fine. i'll head over. Just text me your address. i'll get ready and come by"

"Don't worry about it. I'll send John" Cillian said, reminding her that they left their cars at the bar the previous day.

"ok, cool. Thanks" Zoe said, sitting up.

Cillian stated that he'll text her once John left to get her, and hung up with her to go shower.

Zoe herself stood up, hopped in the shower for a quick body shower, and stepped out and grabbed a pair of leggings and a Columbia T Shirt. She tired her hair up in a pony tail and grabbed her sunglasses and flip flops. She headed downstairs with the intention of waiting on the stoop for John. She hated anyone waiting on her, and she hated being late. She hated being an inconvenience; which is what she felt like most times, especially now. She felt like an inconvenience to her mom, and is convinced that if her and her sister were hanging off a cliff and she could only save one, her mom would save Jen. "Zoe is my tough one" she would tell people, and then sing nothing but praises for Jen. She felt like an inconvenience to her job, especially now. Donna knew her talent, and sometimes she feels like Donna hired her out of pity. She saw Zoe as a hurt puppy, someone you couldn't help but feel sorry for. She was a walking ASPCA commercial and Donna called the 800 number on the commercial and signed up to donate monthly. Zoe felt like an inconvenience to Cillian, who I'm sure didn't want to be wrapped up in something like this, let alone with someone like her. He could have a Victoria Secret model but nope! Zoe Parker for you!

John pulled up about 10 minutes later, and hopped out of the car to open the door for her. "Good morning, Zoe" John said with a smile. He had a smile that was contagious, she couldn't help but smile back. "Hey John! good morning" Zoe replied, sliding into the car. The leather seats were cool and she rested her head back against the headrest. "Did you have trouble finding it?" Zoe asked after he got back into the car.

"Not at all, I know this city like the back of my hand. And I have a very good memory" He replied, putting car into drive and pulling out into traffic.

The ride to Cillian's was only about 15-20 minutes. John pulled up to the section of town Zoe wouldn't step foot in.

"He lives... here?" Zoe muttered, loud enough for John to hear.

"Hey, he must be good at what he does, i guess" John said, laughing.

"Zoe, if you need a ride home, please let Cillan know. it would be my pleasure" He continued, turning around to face her and smile.

"I can call an uber John-

"No, no, they can't come through here. Just call me and i'll take care of it" He replied.

"Okay.. thanks John, i'll see you later. Thanks so much" Zoe said, sliding out of the car and making her way up the walk.

Zoe knocked on the door and looked around the neighborhood that banished Ubers. Big sprawling lawns, white brick curbs, wide quiet streets. Every house had a long driveway and most of the homes were protected by big spruce trees for privacy. Large old trees lined the curb, providing shade on the hot summer day.

I am so out of my tax bracket, Zoe thought.

Zoe was snapped back to reality by the door opening. "Hey, come on in" Cillian said.

Zoe stepped inside and looked around.

Did you ever step foot into a place and was scared to walk any further? As if one more step you take something would break. The perfect rug would crease. You'd get your fingerprint on something. Or you'd spill something; oh god you'd spill something red all over a white carpet. That's the worst.

Anyways, that's how Zoe felt. She looked around the foyer and looked at the connecting rooms. The room to her right had a piano with a record player against the wall, accompanied by a floor-to-ceiling record shelf filled with records. To the right was a formal dining room, with a dining room table and fine china in the china cabinet collecting dust. A winding staircase was in front of her, and just to the right of the staircase was the hallway to the kitchen, where Cillian was walking to.

Zoe followed him into the kitchen and was met with a dog barreling towards her.

"Scout Stop!" Cillian yelled, stepping in front of her to shield her from the dog.

"no that's ok! I love dogs!" Zoe said, pushing him out of the way. Scout jumped on her and almost knocked her over, excited to see her.

"Yea, this is what I was afraid of" Cillian said, pulling on his collar to get him off.

"No it's fine!" Zoe said, laughing on the floor and petting Scout.

Zoe hated people, but loved dogs.

"coffee?" Cillian said, getting up and heading further into the kitchen.

"Sure, Thanks" Zoe said, finally standing up once Scout was calm. She walked over and took a seat at the breakfast bar, wincing when she pulled out the stool and it made a loud noise against the floor. Great, i just scuffed his floor. It's probably made of italian marble, taken from the colosseum itself, it'll cost a fortune to fix, and you can't fix one, you gotta fix the whole kitchen, and i'll have to file for bankruptcy all because I wanted to sit down, Zoe's mind raced. However, Cillian hardly noticed. He was too busy pouring into a mug for her.

"it's gonna be... a little overwhelming today. For you, especially" Cillian said. "I just want you to know I'm here for you"

"I know. Thanks" Zoe said, taking the mug from him and taking a sip. "You have a really nice house" She said, changing the subject.

"huh.. oh. thanks." Cillian said, almost confused. "I've been trying to get rid of it for a while now"

"What, why? it's beautiful"

"reminds me of her" Cillian said, taking a sip.

"oh. Sorry" Zoe replied, wanting to evaporate into thin air.

"All good. People break up. I'm surprised she didn't want to keep this. This was her pride and joy." Cillian said, getting up and letting Scout out. "I guess it reminded her too much of me and since she couldn't stand the thought of me, she up and left"

"Thats... a little harsh" Zoe said, tilting her head. "don't' talk so badly about yourself"

"preaching to the choir, aren't ya?" He said, walking back to her and squeezing her shoulder. "You don't think i can tell when your mind is racing?"

"How could you possibly tell what i'm thinking about" Zoe said, her side leading against the breakfast counter. Cillian stared her down, taking a step closer towards her.

oh fuck.

"I may not know what you're thinking. But I know more about you thank you think. Like how you like your job but you want more, and scared to ask for it. You miss your sister. You feel stuck. You pick at your cuticles when you're anxious, which is at least 3-4 times a day" he said, picking up your hand off your lap and holding it, rubbing his thumb against your raw cuticles. "You want so much more, but you're scared to ask for it. You deserve so much more" Cillian said, softly.

"How could you possibly know all that from 3 days of knowing me" Zoe said softly, getting lost in his eyes. again.

Cillian smiled. "I guess I just...see you." Cillian said, squeezing your hand. Zoe smiled. there's those butterflies again.

And, in true fashion, around the corner was a gut punch to the stomach.

Cillian and Zoe were snapped out of their trance by their phones going off at the same time. They both reached for their respective phones. Zoe looked, and saw she had 4 texts and a missed call from her mom. She looked at the time.

"10:08" Cillian said. "Article dropped. Welcome to your new normal for the next 3 months."

Tags: @lau219 @@wolfieellsworld 

[leupagus]

I feel like Harris Burdick with all these plot ideas that I have to get around to actually, you know, writing in full

Anyway this one's got a tentative title of "Gonna Get Up Out The Ground," inspired in part by this post (and my rumination that there really SHOULD be some undead Hardy AUs out there).

-

The first time Ellie met Hardy was in a dream.

They'd been in Florida just a few days; she'd already gotten horribly sunburnt on her shoulders and Tom was one great tomato, but fortunately a sympathetic hotel worker had brought them a great big bottle of aloe vera and now they were enjoying some truly brain-rotting television while Joe and Fred were tramping about on the beach, responsibly sun-screened. 

At some point she must have nodded off because she woke up on quite a different beach — a beach she knew as well as her own heart, with the same sure rhythm. There was no one about but she wasn't lonely, or even alone; somewhere nearby, she knew, was the person she was looking for.

She wandered slowly up the Lesser Cliff Trail up to the old campsite, long since abandoned except for a half-dozen old campfire rings, lined with stones and forgotten. She walked to the edge and breathed in, the salt and cold filling her lungs with their familiar, comfortable sting. Along the edge, thousands of sea thrift blossoms nodded dreamily in the wind, pink and white against the green and blue.

"Took your time," said a voice behind her; she turned and squinted against the sun (the sun? it never shone from that direction, not like that, dull and heavy against the hills). He was a young man, late twenties, all gangling limbs with a flop of red-brown hair falling into his eyes and a ready smile. "But then I could never get the hang of time zones."

"You're five hours ahead," she told him, with that vague confidence you always have when you're dreaming. "It's only…" She tried to concentrate, but the numbers slipped like eels out of her grasp.

"Never mind," said the man. "It's still early, anyway — might not happen. And you're not the one, I'm sure of that at least." His smile took out whatever sting there might've been in the words. He had freckles along his cheeks and soft brown eyes, the sort she'd thought of as kind. "Don't be too angry at me, Miller. A bit is fine, though." And with another smile, he pushed her gently off the cliff.

She woke up with a start; Joe snorted in his sleep and rolled away from her, and she blinked away the dazzle of the sun in the shifting darkness of the hotel room. She shifted onto her other side, glancing over at the boys sleeping in the other bed and the crib, and was about to close her eyes again when something poked her in the neck.

It was a sprig of sea-thrift, still cold and damp.

-

The next time she met him was a shock — even over the horrified grief over seeing poor Danny, beautiful little man that he'd been, flung down like so much rubbish. At first she hardly registered, but when he held out his hand and gave his name, she looked at him — really looked.

"I know," she said, meaning to make some cutting remark about how he'd stolen her promotion. But instead what came out was, "You were five hours ahead."

He dropped his hand, looking tired. Looking more than tired; he resembled a corpse as much as the frail little body at their feet. Gone was the cheerful youth; he was old, even older than DI Charlford, with sick-pale skin and bruises under his eyes. His clothes hung off of him as though hiding nothing more than a skeleton underneath. "Do you want to do that here?" he asked, as though it made no difference to him.

"No," she decided. "But — later."

"Aye, fine," he sighed, just as Ellie heard, with the sinking remains of her heart, the shouted demands of Beth, growing closer.

-

Much later, he told her he'd been as shocked to see her that morning as she'd been to see him. "You'd been in my dreams a long time," he told her, spitting dirt and gravel out onto the grass. "I'd given up on you being real."

It was just gone seven in the morning — apparently all that nonsense about needing to wait until midnight on a new moon was just that — and Ellie'd been waiting for almost two hours, bundled up in a blanket from her car boot and sitting on a nearby tombstone. Hardy's grave, less than a day old, was marked by nothing more than the mound of dirt and a few sea-thrift flowers, which annoyed Hardy every time but which was, objectively, hilarious.

"How was I in your dreams and I only saw you the once before we met?" she demanded, handing him a water bottle. He took it and took a draught, spitting it out as well. Ellie made a face; this was the third time she'd watched this and it hadn't got less disgusting. He caught her expression and scowled.

"I didn't ask you to come," he reminded her, pouring some of the water into his palm and wiping at his face.

"No, you didn't. Are you going to answer the question?"

He took another drink, this time swallowing. "We'd better push on," he said, shaking the dirt from his trouser cuffs, and headed toward the carpark.

Rolling her eyes, Ellie chased after him. "Just don't get in before I put a tarp down or something," she said. "And by the way, not to say I told you so—"

"You're about to say 'I told you so,' I sense—"

"But I did warn you about Cooper and his temper."

"You didn't warn me he'd stab me with garden shears," Hardy grumped as he opened the gate for her.

"No, that bit surprised me," she admitted. "I did arrest him, but I'll be honest, I'm not sure what to charge him with. Murder seems a bit harsh, considering," and she waved vaguely. "You know."

"Attempted murder?" Hardy offered. "No one's ever tried to kill me before. Don't," he added, as she opened her mouth. "Just drive me home so I can change."

"Resurrection makes you really grumpy, you know that?"

"Maybe I should try coffee, always does wonders for your personality."

[banakinbabygirl]

secluded shore

(gif made by me <3)

pairing: sam monroe x girl next door!reader (both 18+)

synopsis: THIS (nsfw) w/ sam by the beach. reader is basically alyssa but better bc fuck alyssa

warning: smut with established plot, slightly public sex? unprotected penetration (make safe choices people!)

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you pushed your sunglasses up into your hair, eyebrows raising in amusement. striding across the street, flip flops squeaking on the cement and bikini bottom already riding up your ass, you trekked towards the boy sun-baking in the early heat of the morning.

he was unaware of your arrival, too transfixed by the blaring noise from his headphones, or maybe he was sleeping? other than the distant metal tune muffled by his head, there was no auditory indication that his father was awake at this hour. there was certainly no attestation that anyone else was up; the sun had only just broke light, the sky slowly growing blue.

standing over him, your shadow casted over his features. he frowned, eyelids disturbed by the change in brightness. peeking one eye open, he took a moment to register what he was looking at. when the upside-down image of your boobs hanging from your bikini top formed, he shot up.

"hey," you laughed as he scrambled up on his bench, whacking off his headphones and averting his gaze, possibly concealing tinged cheeks.

"hi..." he spoke quickly, eyes darting between your face, your chest, and the ground. you pretended not to notice his questionable behaviour and just smiled.

sam had barely been staying with his dad for a week. in that time, you had hung out once; his father had payed you to take him into town, just to get him to do something, anything. your relationship with sam was something of a distant memory, you hadn't seem him since he was twelve, before his parents separated. before that, the two of you had basically grown up together - when his parents moved across the street when he was three, it was chance that you happened to be the same age. but any prior connection you had shared with sam was long gone; the change the two of you had sustained was discernible. you weren't kids anymore, and sam saw that clearly in the tiny material covering your areolas.

"you're up early." you stated, resting a hand on your hip, the other securing your towel over your shoulder.

"actually, i was just trying to go back to sleep..." he squinted at you when you pulled a face, confusion wafting off of you due to his desired resting location. "erm, my dad, he snores." your features replicated that of understanding, nodding slowly.

"well, i'm going down to the beach. you're welcome to join me." you offered him. he looked at you for a while, considering your proposal. looking away, he half-smiled before shaking his head. "suit yourself. if you change your mind, you know where to find me." you cocked your head to the side before leaving him on his bench. he watched the way your hips swayed as you made your way down the cliff, towards the water. a hot puff of air escaped his lips as he put his head in his hands, feeling stupid.

-

laying your towel down where the pebbles smoothed out nicely, the sound of crunching caught your attention. sam was walking across the stones, adorning some swimming trunks and a towel. you smiled and waved him over.

"hey! you came." you stood up as he approached you.

"i guess so." the shyest smile crept onto his face.

“here, put your towel down next to mine," you bent over, smoothing out your towel. sam's eyes were fixed on the sight before him before his rational thought kicked in; he set down his towel. "are you wearing sunscreen?" you flipped open the bottle and began spreading the oily protectant over your skin.

"nah," he looked away as you rubbed the cream over your chest.

"here, you'll burn." you handed him the bottle and he reluctantly squirted some onto his hand. "you don't get out much, huh?" you spoke as you applied the sunscreen to the rest of your body.

"how could you tell?" he rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"you're pretty pasty." you giggled.

"hey," he dragged out the word, feigning offence.

"i'm only kidding... sorta. turn around." you smiled and practically spun him yourself, so his back was facing you. he tensed up at your touch, and again as he felt a blob of sunscreen dribble down his back. your hands began to work over his skin, massaging the substance over his shoulder blades. he closed his eyes and sighed outwardly at the sensation. his breath became shallow as your hands travelled down to his lower back, dipping into his dimples of venus.

"do you remember when we used to do this? when we were kids?" you spoke as you rubbed him.

"kinda,"

"it feels like forever ago now. we would swim almost everyday in the summer.” your smile was evident in your voice, your intonation giving you away.

"yeah, almost every morning." he added.

"yeah! kinda like now... all done." you gave his sides a little squeeze as you finished up. he turned around, the memory of a smile on his face. "would you get me?" you handed him the sunscreen.

"uh, what?"

"could you get my back?" you corrected yourself.

"oh... um, sure." you turned around and moved your hair out of his way. his eyes widened, almost panicked at his newfound labour. he decided to start at your shoulders and your neck, fingers barely touching your skin.

"you can press harder you know, i'm not gonna break." you quirked a brow at his actions, entertained.

"right, sorry." he stuck out his tongue subconsciously as he focussed on trying not to come off as a creep. his hands slowly worked into the curves and crevices of your back. you grinned to yourself at how careful he was being with you, his touch bordering caress.

"you can move my straps out of the way if you have to," you twisted your neck, trying to look back at him.

"yeah, ok." he swallowed before steadily shifting your straps so he could reach your full back. you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth as you enjoyed his hands on you a little more than necessary. his touch lingered as he fixed your bikini again. "got it all." he stated, creating some space between your bodies.

"thanks!" you turned around and flashed him a smile, which in turn, caused him to smile. tossing the sunscreen onto your towel, you began making your way to the water.

"what are you doing?" he asked.

"what does it look like i'm doing?" you chuckled and walked backwards.

"you're not actually going to swim, are you?"

"sam, we're at a beach. what did you expect?"

"i dunno, thought you wanted to tan or something." he shrugged. "the water's gonna be freezing!"

"never bothered me before." it was your turn to shrug. "never used to bother you either." your toes dipped into the water and you leisurely stepped into the icy pacific.

"you're supposed to wait fifteen minutes before getting wet!" he called out to you but you ignored him.

"come on, sam!" you beckoned to him.

"no thanks..."

"don't be such a wet blanket. the water is nice!" you walked further into the water, your calves submerged. he looked around awkwardly from the pebbles and shook his head as he began jogging to the shore. he stopped where the water met the sand and crossed his arms over his chest.

"well? what are you waiting for?" you coerced.

"i'm not getting in-" just as a small wave rolled forward, you cupped the liquid in your hands and threw them at him, splashing sam. you broke out laughing as you saw how his jaw dropped and his hands threw up, exasperated. "no, you didn't just..." he pointed an accusing finger at you but you just giggled and jumped further into the water.

sam swallowed his pride and began stomping into the water, determined to get you back. you began yelping when you noticed his pursuit towards you and pushed deeper. you squealed when you felt him splash you, your back getting wet. he began laughing this time.

you choked a laugh and splashed him back, getting him soaked. you both began crying out as you got drenched in the freezing water; no point in trying to evade it now. just as you went to spray him again, a wave hit you and you cried out as it carried you forward, knocking you into sam. he caught you before you got swept too far and you gripped onto him.

"oh shit! thanks!" you laughed as you recovered from the initial shock. he let his eyes linger on you for a while before he let you go. you ignored the butterflies in your gut and stepped back. "come on," you called to him, swimming out; he followed.

reaching a point where you could only just stand, you bobbed with sam. he hadn't stopped complaining about the cold since you splashed him.

"i think we should dunk our heads underwater."

"ahaha, you're funny."

"i'm serious. let's do it."

"let's not."

"alright, on one?" you began, "three, two..." sam blocked his noise and made to sink down. you forced yourself underwater, the cold nipping at your skin as your face hit the water. you quickly came back up and groaned loudly at the sting. your expression quickly faltered as you noticed sam hadn't gone under. he wore a shit-eating grin that got under your skin. "why you little-" without further thought, you grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down. he tried to protest but he was quickly submerged. you let out a satisfied chuckle as you got him fully wet, but you yelped as you felt him grab your wrists, pulling you down with him.

you met him under the surface and he held you down with him. you struggled against each other, but you could make out his smile through the bubbles. when you finally came up together, his hands still holding your wrists, you both broke out into laughter as you sputtered and sucked in gulps of air.

"holy shit that's cold!" he laughed and grinned widely at you. he looked so pretty when he smiled. you laughed with him but turned your attention to sounds of swirling. a wave was building in the distance, only a small barrel forming. nevertheless, it was intimidating to the both of you.

your hands instinctively came up to rest on sam's chest and he pulled you in by the waist. preparing to overcome the wave, you both yelped as you got hit. the water failed to separate the two of you as you stood strong together. if anything, the water melded your bodies closer.

when it passed, you looked up at sam to already find him smiling down at you. neither of you had loosened your grasp on each other, comfortable together. gazing into his eyes, the sun kissing his skin and the closeness of him was becoming all too much. not even the pull of the water could break you from his trance.

his smile was slowly replaced by something else, something foreign. you kept trying to remind yourself that he was not the sam you knew all those years ago; he's big, and beautiful, the child-like innocence long gone. his eyes scanned your face, settling on your lips. as if he had ordered you, you parted your lips, which pulled his attention back to your eyes. his pupils mimicked addiction as he looked through his eyelashes.

"i really wanna kiss you right now," he said softly but firmly. his words struck you deep inside and you hoped that didn't reflect on your face.

"yeah?" he nodded. maybe it wouldn't be so bad, kissing your childhood best friend... "why don't you kiss me then?" you feigned confidence. his brows raised, as if he was shocked you had gaged a positive response.

sam's hands squeezed your waist slightly as he leaned in slowly, unsure of himself. you met him halfway, tilting your head as your mouths touched. his lips were soft and wet, tasting salty from the ocean. his kisses were small, but he dipped in again and again. jaws working together, you kissed deeply in the ocean.

his hands squeezed your waist, fingers tracing up and down your sides. you anchored your arms up and over his shoulders. you shivered as you felt his tongue lick your lips, and you slowly opened your mouth for him. he pressed his tongue inside your mouth as the water sloshed around you.

he pulled away slowly and smiled down at you. you gazed up at him with big doe eyes, wondering why he stopped. he moved his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek and swiping his thumb gently over your skin. you leaned your head into his touch, unable to stop yourself from beaming from the affectionate act. he leaned in again, kissing you sweetly.

you shocked yourself by the little whine that escaped your throat. sam had noticed, smiling into the kiss. shamefully, you felt yourself growing desperate, his kiss and touch proving all too much. when did he learn how to kiss so well? you had imagined it when you were kids and it was nothing like this; this was something else. this was more than just a kiss, it was some sickening pent up fantasy that was all coming out right now.

you deepened the kiss, working your lips against his and sucking on his tongue. he dipped you a little, leaning forward into your mouth to taste you better. his hands were making their way from your waist, down to your sides, where they gently cupped the underside of your ass. you shrieked as you were suddenly swept up into sam's arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. you both giggled before he kissed you again, and again, getting deeper with each smooch.

your fingers tangled into his wet locks as he licked into your mouth. his grasp on you was intoxicating, his touch setting off sparks in your gut. he retracted his mouth, a string of spit breaking as he did so. he looked up at you with parted lips and shallow breaths. the look in his eyes was pure lechery.

you smiled down at him, sucking on you lip as you did so. as another wave rolled over, sam began to carry you back to the shore. you dipped down to his neck, kitten-licking his sweet spot. the small sighs he made as you worked him up made you wet.

exiting the water, with your legs still firmly wrapped around sam's body and his hands secured on your ass, you both giggled as he walked you up to the towel. he set you down and you forgot just how tall he was, having to crane your neck to look up at him. quickly glossing over the empty expanse of the beach, you took his hand and lead him to the side of the cliff that dipped inwards.

"what are you doing?" he looked down at you quizzically as you both disappeared into the nook of the earth. you shushed him gently as you turned to face him, pressing your hands into his chest and kissing him wetly, pulling on his lower lip as he watched you, entirely enamoured.

"sam..." you moaned into his ear before licking his lobe cheekily. he moaned also, his eyelids fluttering. "i want you..." you purred quietly as your hands slid down his chest, venturing lower. his eyes widened as your palms caressed his body, nearing his trunks. he stuttered, a stupid smile on his face.

"please?" you looked at him through your lashes as your hand hovered over his junk. you squeezed him gently and he let out another moan, throwing his head back.

"fuckkkk..." he groaned from his throat and you grinned at the reaction you had elicited. "you really wanna do this? with me?" squinting with a weary smile, he cupped your face in his hand once more. you nodded happily, and he indulged you with another sweet kiss.

the rock that tiled the ground beneath your feet was even and flat, supplying a some-what comfortable surface to fuck on. you had brought sam to the floor and sat in his lap, kissing him desperately. he kissed back with just as much fervour and held you close to him. you rubbed yourself against him faintly, craving some more friction. noticing your attempts, he held onto your waist and dragged you against him, grinding harder. throwing your hair over your shoulder, you rode him faster, wanting more.

"shit, y/n..." he looked up at you open-mouthed. you noticed how his eyes kept slipping to your chest and you took it upon yourself to shift your bikini out of the way, your tits falling out. sam let out a little gasp at the sight of you topless for him, and brought his hand up to grope your breasts. you moaned into his touch as he squeezed and a massaged gleefully.

feeling how hard he was beneath you, you moved to tug on his trunks. sam helped you pull them down just enough so that his cock sprung free and you moaned at the sight of him. he stood tall and hard, his pink tip glistening with precum. you bit your lip at the thought of his cock buried inside of you and your walls pulsed excitedly.

"lets take these off, yeah?" he smirked as he pulled down your bottoms slowly, letting your pussy breathe. "wow, look at you..." his pupils dilated at the sight of you bare and open for him, your pussy visibly throbbing from arousal. you blushed under his stare and sat up better, positioning yourself over him.

he helped you over him and lined his tip with your entrance. you bit back a whine as he swiped through your folds and pressed down on your swollen clit.

"please..." you whimpered at his efforts. "need you..." sam watched you carefully as he pressed his tip into your hole and helped you sit on him. your cunt swallowed his cock as you sunk down, moaning loudly at the feeling of him filling you so much. he sat still and breathed hurriedly as you adjusted to his size. "fuck y/n, you're so tight." he groaned softly.

after a few moments, you slowly began to ride him, the movement feeling too magical for sam to hold back. the string of curses and moans that escaped his lips were salacious. his hands firmly gripped your hips as you set the pace for him.

sam leaned back to get a better look at you as you rode his cock. the small gasps and whimpers evoked by you as you swayed your hips on his cock made him beam. your hands rested on his thighs as you began bouncing on his dick, the sloppy sound bouncing off the walls of the makeshift cave. a thin layer of cream had started to build at the base of his cock as your juices seeped down his length.

"ohhh fuck, sam..." you moaned as you continued riding him, your eyes rolling back slightly. "that's it." he sat up better and let his hands drag up and down your sides. he leaned in and kissed you sloppily while you rode him. "you're doing so good..." he whispered against your lips, making you whine.

"sammy..."

"hmm? what is it baby?"

"more..."

"more what, pretty girl?"

"i need more of you..." you dragged your lips over his as you tried to fuck him harder, but you weren't getting what you needed by yourself.

"aw, do you need me to take over?" he smirked at your desperate attempts to feel more. "stop teasing sam, please..."

"please what?"

"please fuck me." "say it again."

"sam-"

"c'mon, i wanna hear you say it again!" he smiled cheekily at you and you gave up trying to ride him with a huff. "please fuck me, sam." you looked dead in his eyes as he made you beg.

"anything for you, pretty girl." he gave your cheek a quick kiss before holding onto your hips and thrusting upwards, immediately gaging a moan from you. he liked how easy it was to make you moan; he buried his cock inside you before pulling out slowly, only to slam himself in again, all the while making you squeal from his ardour.

"ahh, fuck sammy!" you bit your lip as he laid back, bringing you down with him. he picked up his pace, fucking into you deliciously and loudly. the slapping of your skin together was putting him over the edge. "shit, you feel so good," his breath was shaky and laboured. he pushed you up so your tits were hanging above his face, and he arched his head up to take your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it. you whined at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure he was granting you and leaned further into him.

his hands caressed all over your body as he moaned with your breast in his mouth. his fingertips slightly dug into the skin of your back as he felt your pussy squeeze him.

"oh fuck... don't stop," you whine as your hair fell into your face. you moved your hips in time with his thrusts so he continually hit your g-spot. "you're gonna make me cum sam," your tit fell out of his mouth with a 'pop' and he looked up at you with his pretty eyes. he leaned up and captured your lips with his once more as he continued with his steady pace.

you both moaned into each others mouths, yours getting higher pitched until you were unable to kiss him back anymore. he felt you getting closer and picked up his pace, slamming into you harder and faster. you gripped on his arms and squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm came crashing down. you whined loudly and your hips stuttered as he fucked you through, your walls beating hard around his length. "there we go, good girl." he moved your hair out of your face as you came down from your high. slowly opening your eyes, the cloudy whiteness of euphoria cleared away and you could see sam smiling up at you.

"shit, sam..." "you okay, baby?"

"mhmm..." you kissed him lazily, laying on top of him while he thrusted in and out of you slowly. "you didn't cum, sammy?"

"no, it's okay."

"no, keep going. 'want you to cum..." you purred into his ear, letting him know you wanted him to feel good. "you sure?"

"yes baby, it's okay." he pecked your lips once more before his hands reached down to your ass, spreading your cheeks open so he could fuck your little hole deeper. you both started breathing heavily at the feeling as sam picked up his pace again, ramming into you. you winced, overstimulated. sam was enjoying himself too much, becoming a moaning mess.

you buried your face into his neck as he chased his own high. you licked the seawater from his neck, egging him on. he whined from the feeling and bit his lip.

"shit, i'm gonna cum..."

"yes baby, cum for me." you moaned into his ear, sending him over the edge. he slipped out of your wet hole just in time as his cock burst with cum. he groaned loudly as he coated your backside with his cum, using his hand to milk himself.

"shit, oh my god..." he breathed heavily, recovering from his orgasm. he held onto you tight with one hand as he lay down flat, his thighs no longer supporting your weight. you lay flush against him, giggling softly. he pushed some hair out of your face and chuckled as well.

"i had no idea this is the way my morning was going."

"yeah, neither." he gave you one last, sweet kiss as a 'thank you' while you both calmed down.

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a/n: OH MY GOD I HATE THIS SM but it'll have to do since theres only like 3 sam smuts on the face of the internet :/ also my fav twitter links keep getting removed 😡 that was not the og visual aid i wanted but wtv

[trashyswitch]

Day 5: "I'm Not Ticklish"

Mario and Peach are fighting with the powerups, trying to see who wins. But Peach pulls a sneaky on Mario, and discovers something new about Mario: He's not ticklish! Or so he says...

Dedicating this to my boyfriend's Drew (@anxious-lee-ler), and Vel (who was excited to hear I was uploading more Mario Bros content). I hope you all enjoy!

Peach and Mario were training and fighting each other with power ups. Mario was using a fire flower, while Peach was using the super leaf. Mario ran across the floating blocks and was shooting fireballs at her. Peach was dodging the fireballs before attempting to break the blocks from under Mario. 

Seeing the blocks breaking in front of him, Mario hopped off the blocks and grabbed them from above with his hands, dangling from the blocks. “Surprise!” Mario teased, shooting a small fireball at her and rendering her powerless. 

“Aw man…” Peach muttered, before pulling out the cat bell. “Let’s see what you can do against a cat.” Peach said as she turned into a pink cat. 

Mario smiled brightly and readied himself. “Sounds fun.” Mario replied. 

Peach and Mario started fighting again. Mario threw fireballs at her, trying to catch her off guard. But with her cat powers, it was becoming more of a challenge. So Mario attempted to get himself closer. He jumped up to the blocks and sprinted across them, moving across the blocks and over to a jumping mushroom. He jumped onto the Mushroom and flew into the air. “WAHOOOOO!” Mario shouted before getting ready to dive down and tackle Peach to the ground. 

But Peach was swift. She moved out of the way slightly, and watched as Mario flopped in front of her onto the grass below, losing his fire powerup in the process. Mario groaned and dusted himself off, feeling slightly smaller than before. 

“That wasn’t very smart…” Mario muttered. 

Peach giggled and wagged her tail. “You still got any power ups on you?” She asked. 

“Yeah, I do. But…” Mario pulled out a blue flower. “It’s just ice power. And I don’t think I’m gonna get far with that.” Mario admitted. 

“Give it a try!” Peach encouraged. “Give every powerup a chance.” She told him. 

Mario smiled and touched the ice powerup. He felt the power of ice overcome him, and noticed how his clothes changed from red shirt and blue pants, to blue shirt and red pants. His hat even changed colors to blue! Though the new outfit was nice, Mario had to try out the ice power for himself. 

“Excuse me, Mario!” Peach declared,  moving under his legs and nearly making him fall on his face. Mario caught himself though, and stayed on his own two feet. 

He threw ice balls at her, hoping to catch Peach off guard. But because he was only repeating his strategy from earlier, Peach was able to dodge them without issue. So when that didn’t work, Mario began to chase Peach around the field. Peach ran upfront, and began to pray that she didn’t lose her power anytime soon. Because she couldn’t look behind her very well, she was basing her dodging abilities on both instinct and luck. But she had gotten this far without getting hit by ice…so what’s another mile? 

Mario jumped over a steep drop, and landed on the grass on the other side. When he had resumed running, Mario resumed shooting the ice balls towards Peach. Seeing Mario getting closer, Peach needed to lose him somehow. 

Peach ran up the hill, and jumped down a cliff face. She let herself fall and land right onto a connected rock piece below. She ran past the rock wall of the underground area, knowing it was a secret passageway that went backwards inside the cliff. 

Meanwhile, Mario had stopped at the cliff face, and looked down. “Peach?” He called, confused. 

“BOO!” Peach declared, picking up Mario and skittering her fingers on his sides. 

Mario squealed and kicked his feet, giggling in surprise. “HAhahaha! Whehehere dihid you come from?!” Mario asked. 

“That drop you jumped over earlier? That was a passage to an underground area that led to this cliff.” Peach told him. 

Mario looked down at his fingers. “Whahat are you doing?” Mario asked. 

Peach smiled. “I’m tickling you!” 

Mario crossed his arms. “I’m not ticklish.” Mario told her. 

Peach looked down at him, and stopped her fingers. “Oh please. Everyone’s ticklish.” Peach argued. “I’m not. You can ask Luigi.” Mario told her. 

“Luigi’s not here.” Peach added. “Then you will have to take my word for it.” Mario replied. 

Peach moved her fingers up his ribs. “What about here?” She asked. 

Mario shook his head. “Nope.” He replied. 

Peach narrowed her eyes…almost like she was now on a mission of her own. She moved her fingers to his armpit. “Here?” She asked, scratching. 

Mario shook his head. “Nope.” He replied. “I told you, I’m not ticklish.” 

Peach moved her hand to his belly. “Come on, Mario.” Peach skittered her fingers. “You’ve gotta have a ticklish spot.” 

Mario shook his head. “I just don’t.” Mario replied. 

Peach sighed and moved to his hips. “There’s gotta be some place on-” She squeezed his hips. Mario screeched and grabbed at her hands with rapid speed. Peach jumped and looked at Mario, shocked by his unusual reaction. Realizing what he had done, Mario slowly looked at Peach with horror and fear. 

“Not ticklish, huh?” Peach asked with a smirk. 

“N-No. You surprised me.” Mario attempted to argue. Peach’s smirk brightened as she squeezed his left hip. “Are you sure about that?” 

Mario jumped and squeezed his eyes shut as he covered his mouth, keeping his laughter from escaping. But Peach already knew what would break him. She squeezed the right hip, then the left. 

“Mm mm! No!” Mario muttered, opening his left eye. 

She squeezed the right hip two times, then the left hip once. 

Mario’s smile widened past his hand. “Ohohoho gosh- NO!” Mario yelled, squeezing his eyes shut again. 

She squeezed the right hip once, then the left hip two times. Then both hips at once! 

And that’s when the dam broke right open! 

“NAHAHAHAHAhahahaha!” Mario threw his hand off his mouth and grabbed at her fingers. “PEHEHEHEACH COHOHOME OHOHON!” Mario begged, kicking his feet. 

“Mario, Mario, Mario. You’re a dirty little liar!” Peach reacted, clicking her tongue. 

“Ihihihi’m sohohorryhyhyhy!” Mario replied. 

“Such a shame, really. I would’ve gone easy on you if you told me the truth the first time.” She told him. 

“CAHAHAZZAHAHATE!” Mario yelled. 

Peach gasped in shock. “Did you just curse at me?!” She reacted. “Looks like more tickles for you!” Peach declared as she squeezed his hips slightly harder. 

Mario tried to push her away while he cackled helplessly in her arms. “WHAHAHAT HAHAPPENED TO FIHIHIGHTIHING?!” Mario asked. 

“Fighting’s cancelled. Tickles are now on the schedule.” She replied. 

“THIHIHIS IHIHIS CHEHEHEATING!” Mario argued. 

“Is not! You’ve been allowed to tickle me this whole time. And yet, you haven’t.” Peach told him. “And that’s on you.” 

Mario opened his left eye as he reached up and desperately tried poking her sides first. “Shohouldn’t hahave tohold me that.” He told her. 

These pokes were enough to make Peach jump and wrap her arm around herself. She gasped as she felt more pokes under her arm. “Tahaking my advihice, ihi see?” She asked with a smirk. 

“Yohou bet.” Mario gently pushed Peach onto the grass and crawled up to her, before starting to squeeze and dig his fingers into her sides. “Ticklish, Princess?” He teased. 

Peach giggled and kicked her feet lightly. “Ahaha lihihittle.” She replied. 

“Just a little?” Mario clarified, before moving to squeezing her hips as a revenge tactic. 

Peach’s giggles seemed to increase, but only a slight bit. “Ahahaha lihihittle! Ihihi’m nohohot aha lihiar like yohohou.” Peach told him. 

Mario gasped. “Excuse me-?!” He moved his fingers up to the armpits. “Take that back!” Mario ordered with an evil smile. 

Peach’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as she bursted out in loud cackles. “OhohoHOHOHO NAAAAHAHAHAHA! MAHAHARIO STAHAHAHAP!” She shouted. “Only if you take it back~.” Mario teased further as he tickled slightly above the armpits. 

Peach’s laughter lessened enough for her to calm down, but still be somewhat hysterical. “BUHUHUT IHIT’S TRUHUHUE!” She argued. 

“True or not, take that back!” Mario argued with mock anger, before using one hand to keep her arms up and his other hand to tickle right above her left armpit. 

She eventually took it back despite it being true, all so she could get a break from the tickles. Mario had quickly found out that Peach was lightly ticklish in a lot of spots. But Peach would find out that Mario is insanely ticklish in one single spot: The hips. 

After the tickle attack, Peach and Mario resumed their duel. Peach ended up losing after her feet were frozen in place, rendering her powerless. Mario was happy with the win, but expressed that the ice power “Is just not my thing”. 

As a result, Mario gave Peach permission to unload a punch against Mario’s face to make the ice power go away. Though it hurt like heck (cause excuse me, Peach is STRONG!), it still did what he wanted. He was back to his red shirt and blue pants. Peach took Mario to the castle, where they rehydrated and took a long rest. When asked about the fight by Toad, Mario proudly declared his victory. But Peach proudly declared that Mario had a secret weakness that she fully exploited. 

…And with that secret out, Mario ended up getting destroyed by yet another citizen of the Mushroom Kingdom. 

Thanks for the help, Peach…