#on gigi or whatever the fuck

[vinylsbygi]

men of motosport date someone your age challenge

#gigi's thoughts 💌 #pls don't ever use them as “inspiration/motivation/whatever the fuck” when it comes to romance #you know i'm talking abt u pierre #and lewis #f1 #motosport #lewis hamilton #lh44 #pierre gasly #pg10

[toontownportraits]

"So uh... how's it look...?"

reagan wearing a suit <3

#I LOVE GAY PEOPLE [RUNS INTO THE WALL LEAVING A COMEDIC ME SHAPED HOLE] #the bagel draws #fanart #inside job #inside job netflix #inside job fanart #reagan ridley #reagan is so fucking cute. oh my god. oh my god. #tag this with whatever idc. she could be blushing at any one of us!! gigi... a certain character from a certain popular game... YOU!! #i have not drawn digital in a good while... sweet jeus !! i forgot how to draw reagan #anyways reagan be upon yee #check the notes for a little bonus

[bagelthatwrites]

Don't Goat Breakin My Heart

a multi chapter thing by ME

I wrote most of this at midnight last night and am NOT adding onto it. I'll write a second chapter tho <3

"Well, ah... thank you for the talk, Ms...?"

"Oh dear, please, just call me Toriel! Drive safe, will you not?" Toriel stands up and brushes herself off, and hands Reagan a small piece of paper, with her cell phone number neatly written. "You may talk to me anytime, okay?"

Toriel's smile and kind demeanor stuck with Reagan even as she was driving home from the party.

---

For the next couple of months, Toriel and Reagan grew to become good friends, occasionally planning movie nights at eachother's houses, or getting lunch together, or even just talking on the phone.

One day though, something changed. They still visited eachother, but the reasoning and the relationship built in these hang-outs changed.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, and Reagan was just about to have her lunch break, as urged by many her coworkers.

[DING]

"NEW MSG FROM: TORI 🐌" The screen read.

"Found this sneaky snail munching away on my tomato plants!! Quite the 'slimy' predicament, is it not? L.O.L! I hope you are doing well on this fine day ]:) From, Toriel.

P.S My friend sans taught me the meaning of L.O.L. Did you know it means 'Lots of Laughs?' Heehee!"

Attached to the message was a picture of the goat monster, excitedly holding her finger (?) out as a snail was crawling upon it.

Reagan chuckled a bit. Oh man, isn't she wonderful.

Uh oh.

Reagan nearly dropped her phone as the realization hit her, and her face heated up as red as a tomato.

OH MAN. ISN'T SHE WONDERFUL.

Reagan went to grab lunch and rushed on down to the office of the one person she knew who could help: Gigi.

---

"Gigi! I need your-" Reagan nearly keeled over at the door, out of breath.

"Oh- is this a girl talk time? I'll get Brett- let's get you sat down." Gigi lead her back out of the polished office and to the small break room, sitting her friend down at the plastic table, and leaning her elbow on it as she sat down.

"Now- spill. I want to hear all about the troubles."

"Well, ah- so, you know that thing we had to go to about 4 or 5 months ago... and I ended up in a tussle with some asshole, and I nearly got us all kicked out...?" Reagan prefaced, grimacing at it.

"Well...?" Her coworker leaned in...

"Well, there was that monster lady there, her name was Toriel... And she came out to check on me, and... she really helped me calm down. She was really sweet, and we're sort of friends now?" Reagan adjusted her position in the seat.

"But- y'know, um... today, I got a text from her, like usual, and this time, I felt... different about her??? She's all kinds of silly and sweet and I guess it just... hit me all at once, you know?"

Reagan rested her cheek on her hand, smiling at the thought of the kind woman who she had grown so familiar with.

Gigi's eyes grew wide as she put the pieces together. "Oh my god... you have a CRUSH?"

Reagan jolted out of her daydream and shushed her. "Not so loud-!"

Brett burst in with an assortment of snacks. "I'm here!! Who needs what!?"

"Reagan has a crush!" Gigi relayed the information, and he formed a wide smile in response.

"Reagan, you're telling me you formed a big fat gay crush on the former queen of monsters, and you don't think this is a big deal???" Gigi turned back to Reagan, who was burying her red face in her arms.

"The WHO?" Brett sat down at the table, leaning in.

"Not so loud..."

"Sorry Reags!"

"I- well, um- I need some advice on how to ask her out... and I don't know how to do it??? What if she's straight??? What if i fuck up??? What if she doesn't date at all?? I don't know jack shit about feelings, you both know that!!"

"Well... you could just... ask her out front! You're blunt with your feelings usually, right?" Brett queried, starting on his lunch.

"Bluntness in a relationship has never ended well for me."

"Oh, I have an idea! The HoloDeck! Just practice a date or two in there!" Gigi piped up.

"Yeah! Like The Good Place!"

"...well...it's worth a shot. Thanks, you guys."

---

#tumblr decided not to save my tags this shit is about to be my 13th reason #FINE. I'LL WRITE THEM AGAIN. FUCK #my writing #fanfic #undertale #the bagel writes #writing #inside job #inside job netflix #deltarune #toriel is NAWT in this chapter enough. #toriel undertale #toriel deltarune #reagan ridley #brett hand #gigi thompson #is that enough tags...? #idk if i should put this in safe/utdr because i dont really wanna tag my crossover stuff with that lol #whatever. #the only reason brett is here is because i like the idea he's a part of girl talk and that's why he knew about staedtler's-. i shant say #but besides the point. i think these two should kiss #this is based off a convo with my good friend dewey (hi dewey) #where i rambled about a prompt like this #toreagan #i think i was so smart to think up the pun in the message ALL on my own :) #anyways woe fic be upon yee

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

I discovered a friend had been struggling to feed themself recently and since I‘ve been doing much better in that regard since my most recent whiny posts about struggling to consume enough food, I thought I‘d share some stuff that helped me as it might make things easier for others who are facing the same problem. Put it under the cut tho bc it might get long:

meal replacement shakes are your friend! I am thankful I discovered a bunch of the pre-made kind heavily discounted only. I hate their taste (thankfully I‘m able to just chug them in one go and have a sip of water after) so I reccomend you try a few brands to find a flavour you like if you’re able to. the powdered kind is also good but sometimes even just scooping that into my bullet blender is not manageable for me… if it is tho, I like to use plant milk, a double serving of the powder and frozen fruit. My preference here are frozen raspberries but you do you and know what you like best. pre-made protein drinks can also be a decent alternative if meal-replacement drinks are not available.

eat peanut butter by the spoon. not to sound weird but it has saved my booty countless times times. it’s high in protein and fat so a pretty good base to build from. works especially well to get me to a point where I can start making a more complex meal but I have very well just have it on its own or with a few crackers plus it’s really satisfying to just dig a big ass spoon into a new jar and eat that straight up.

instant rice, instant quinoa, instant noodles — anything that just needs to be put in a microwave before consuming is worth its weight in gold. if it comes pre seasoned all the better! my rice comes plain but I LOVE eating it simply with some healthy boy brand vegetarian mushroom sauce. you can also dress all of that with some canned veggies. especially a few tablespoons of canned corn or frozen peas, some pickled ginger or pickled baby corn won’t take a lot of energy to add but make most dishes infinitely more delicious and nutritious.

a special s/o to dal and instant curries. again, being able to simply heat a pouch of delicious spicy goodness is a god-given gift! dal can also be insanely easy to make. I just use a few tablespoons of quick cooking lentils, rinse them when I have the energy, and put them in a single-serving pot with ~5 times the amount of water, add in some tomato paste, garam marsala, curry powder, cumin seeds, chilli powder and veggie stock powder, a smashed clove of garlic if you’re feeling it, stir, put on medium heat for like 20 min and let it soften. when the time‘s up check if the lentils have cooked through and add more water if you like it soupier. finish with some fat of your choice. much tastier and more nutritious ✨

find some crackers or similar you like and something like almond cream cheese, hummus or a pesto you dig and go ahead and dip away. if you think about it it’s preeeetty similar to a sandwich, just less effort to make. I like saltines, rice cakes/corn cakes and grissini. they’re also nice vehicles for nut butters and or jams.

it’s okay to just eat bread from the bag. or the toaster. bread is tasty! munch on it. ♡

put nutritional yeast on everything

I hope these can be helpful in some way. It’s not much but sometimes it’s also about feeding yourself some easy decent snacks so you can get yourself to cook something more energy-consuming and sometimes your brain is just so exhausted that you’re grateful for someone else having done the thinking about quick solutions. Stay well ♡

#food is stressful man #especially as an adult #I am literally grateful I can still ask my parent for a sandwich every now and then and they’ll usually understand that I’m not asking #bc I’m lazy but because I need assistance #like yes it’s embarrassing to me to still do that sometimes IN MY FUCKING TWENTIES #but whatever we’re surviving rn #Gigi babbles

[cruelsister-moved2]

born in the wrong generation I was meant to be around in 1750 when everyone called girls handsome

#born to cast my eyes on a handsome girl forced to live in an age of extreme compulsory femininity-_- #dgmw things have been way worse for women in the past but the specific era has got to be like #the most collectively uncomfortable with women's natural state etc and it's so fucked up to witness #like this is why I love classic divas bc they r so stunning and striking but like they look like real people u would see on thr Street #gigi hadid or whatever seems like U could bite into her and it'd taste like soap

[jlf23tumble]

why do you feel for the hadids?

idk, man, I just think that being pushed by your mom into a shitty industry is one thing but to also have said mom constantly give you shit about your weight and your looks and your appearance and your health and your men just feels like a mind fuck on every level, so yeah, I feel for the hadids (the younger, lady ones specifically)

#like why would you NOT feel bad for them? #i get that they're rich or whatever #but the fucked up shit that bubbles to the surface #means there's a lot more fucked up shit underneath it #and i'm allowed to feel for them #it's not like feeling for them does anyone any harm #i'm not giving them money #i'm not wasting sleep on them #but i see a picture of bella or hear a story about gigi #and the wisps of oh wow that sucks i would NOT want to be them is valid

[siilbern]

@vainvillainy​ asked: ofmd sentences : ❝ i wouldn’t take it personal. it’s just that they don’t like you. ❞ from Askin ♡

“Thank you, Askin.”

Dryly, though not with any particular irritation. He’s well-aware of the... fraught nature of his command over Basterbine and her friends, even without Nakk le Vaar’s pointed observations.

“They listen, when they’re told to.” — the sort of conversation he would not have with anyone but the members of His Majesty’s guard — “That is enough.”

#the way he calls askin by first name but not gigi and the femritter. OR BAZZ LMAO #i feel like clown though he may be jugram likes askin the best #other than whatever the fuck is going on with bazz ofc

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for letting my dog attack another dog?

Titolo might be a bit dramatic but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ that’s why I’m sending this. So a few months ago, my neighbor got a new dog. Cute little guy, Terrier of some kind, idk I never asked. Thing is, he has NEVER had this dog on a leash. Which is whatever if you have a yard for the dog to play in, but he doesn’t! None of us do! It’s a condo! So every time someone has to take their dog out at the same time this unleashed dog is out, they have to deal with this dog going for the fucking ankles of both the human and the other dog. And the whole time, the owner just stands there cracking up. Because haha, small dog is being aggressive, isn’t that funny?

Thing is, I also have a small dog, Gigi. She admittedly has tried to pick fights with dogs bigger than her, but it’s usually only dogs in other condos? I don’t know maybe she can’t tolerate that not all dogs live where she lives. Either way, the big dogs are literally on the other side of the parking lot, so they usually ignore her. Then I use her leash to pull her away, because I know that if you bring a dog outside it should be in a leash.

I say all of that to say that Gigi only picks fights with bigger dogs. She completely ignores dogs her size. Which means that she ignores the Terrier off leash. Which makes it even worse when she’s literally just minding her damn business, and the other dog will bolt over and start trying to attack Gigi. I pull her out of the way and pick her up, but then we have to go back home early, because the dickhead owner will refuse to bring his dog inside after he tries to attack another dog.

The same thing happened tonight- taking the dog out, Terrier was off leash, Terrier starts rushing Gigi. But this time, I was tired of this shit. So instead of pulling Gigi away, I let her fight back. And it turns out, this terrier loves to nip, but doesn’t exactly like being nipped back. The dog yelps and runs back to the owner, who’s coming over to me pissed off. But I pointed out that he was supposed to have his damn dog on a leash in the first place, so he shut up and stormed off.

I felt pretty good about letting Gigi stop being picked on and talking back to someone else, but my mom is saying that I should have just pulled Gigi away like normal, cause now the owner might return the dog or get in trouble. I don’t know, I feel bad for the dog that got nipped, but I can’t work up the energy to feel bad for the owner. AITA?

Also some added pet tax. I have significantly worse pics because this is the least photogenic dog in existence, but I found some decent ones for yall

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[gigidragonbbxxx]

regarding mental diet

discipline. consistency. THIS IS HOW YOU MANIFEST.

it is the discipline and consistency in acknowledging the things in your 3D that you want and ignoring the stuff that you do not identify with.

Yes Gigi, we know that why are you saying something EVERYONE says?

bc dear reader and loass community, i'm gonna say something that might be known but I don't see stated enough:

To be a master manifester, you break your old realities and create new ones - AND A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME GETTING ON THIS LEVEL BECAUSE THEY ARE UNWILLING TO LET GO OF HABITS THAT DO NOT SERVE THEM.

AKA = YOU MUST BE BRAVE ENOUGH TO BE DIFFERENT.

You hear me???

YOU MUST BE BRAVE ENOUGH TO BE DIFFERENT.

AND THIS IS WHAT MENTAL DIET IS: NOT GIVING IN TO EVERY TREND, EVERY LIL SONG, EVERY TV SHOW, ETC. IF IT DOES NOT HELP YOUR MIND BE SATURATED WITH BEING IN YOUR FAVOR.

I'll cite an example many of us go through: a friend who doesn't know the law and only wants to talk about how horrible men are. This friend is also addicted to complaining. What have so many loass practicing people have said? They've either 1) told that friend they don't want to talk about that stuff or 2) spent less time with that friend.

it's an experience so many in the community go through and many benefit from limiting their exposure to that type of person. because what is the point of spending time affirming lies like "life has to be hard" "life is unfair" "I always get treated like shit by men" "I'm never first choice" like EW!? guys, learn to get the ICK from this type of talk!!! there is no benefit from this energy.

YOU GET TO DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT TO EXPOSE YOURSELF TO. SO STOP MINGLING WITH ENERGY THAT DOES NOT SERVE YOU. IF YOU HAVE TIME TO THINK BADLY, YOU HAVE TIME TO THINK POSITIVELY!!!

Be willing to WALK AWAY. Be willing to be the one to say "This is not for me" if a convo is full of limited beliefs. Be willing to not participate in trends like making tiktoks about self deprecating jokes or tweet about toxic things. Be willing to say "Oh i never say those things about myself."

Let me explain what prompted me to write this:

I saw THE CUTEST lil key chains or cases made by a small business. I love to reblog cute things on my main account on twt (not my loass burner) and tbh I've manifested getting some of those cute things by making a lil placebo that whatever I retweet is mine/fact.

The first case/keychain thing was "Tummy Ache Survivor" which I thought was hilarious as I have a lot of Virgo energy in my life but the second image showcased another that said something along the lines of "Daily Dose of Dumb Baby Juice".

Guys.

Please.

Does a master manifester drink dumb baby juice? Or is she the operant power full of knowledge and wisdom leading a fulfilling life?

Now, I'm not a limiting typa gal okay? You can totally be "baby". You can totally live a soft live. Be a baby. Hell, I love being baby in a relationship. What I'm saying is even seemingly "harmless" things like that phrase...you have to have discernment in what could be unfavorable influences in your life.

Again, Gigi isn't telling you how to live your life. If you wanna declare "fuck off Gigi! I'm a dumb baby AND I manifest!" go ahead. If you wanna declare "fuck off Gigi! I can consume ANY CONTENT I want and manifest!" GO AHEAD.

BUT LETS DISCUSS SOME OBSERVATIONS IVE MADE ABOUT THE BIGGEST LOA COACHES/ACCOUNTS WITH THE MOST SUCCESS:

all of them. 100% of them. are careful about what they expose themselves to/say about themselves.

BECAUSE DOMINANT BELIEFS ARE WHAT MANIFESTS. SO WHY WASTE TIME CONSUMING CONTENT THAT GOES AGAINST WHAT YOU WANT YOUR DOMINANT THOUGHT PATTERN TO BE? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE!!!

and I get the resistance to cut off things you mightve enjoyed. But i said it before and I'll repeat it again.

YOU MUST BE BRAVE ENOUGH TO BE DIFFERENT.

things gigi had to cut off:

sad songs on daily playlists

reality tv glorifying toxicity in relationships

accounts on twt that leaned heavily on "men are trash" mindset

conversations that were self-deprecating

and more but those are a few examples.

and you know what I have more time to do now, reader?

I have more time to affirm, to listen to subs, to write on this blog.

Because Manifestion is a Lifestyle. It's not a quick fix bc the outcome depends on the SOLIDITY of your BELIEF to enact CHANGE on the 3D.

so pls don't drink dumb baby juice. drink pretty girl juice. drink intelligent master manifester juice. drink "in my favor" juice.

with laughs and love, xx, gigi

p.s. I do not believe that this is an excuse to remain ignorant about world events and news. I encourage you to remain informed, intelligent people who do not lack awareness and instead are fully immersed in the nuance of balancing high self-esteem and understanding the political climate.

#law of assumption #gigiwrites #manifesation #loass #loassblog #loassumption #manifestation #affirm and persist #affirmations #self concept #manifesting #law of manifestation #master manifestor #neville goddard #positivity #self care #self concept affirmation #affirm #robotic affirming #wish fulfilled #living in the end #edward art #placebo #placebo effect #mental diet #shiftblr #shifting #reality shifter #desired reality #reality shift

[pupyuj]

HEAR ME OUT. g!p bestfriend!giselle getting overprotective of clueless bestie y/n bcs she doesn’t realize she’s being hit on 👀

MY GIGI ack i have been wanting to do this ask since it came here we go—

hehe.. overprotective bff aeri goes crazyy 😵‍💫😵‍💫 like imagine hanging out w her and the other girlies in a club,, just a fun lil girls night out w your fave people and while dancing, aeri notices some guy eyeing you up and down and SHE,, 😩 she grabs you and pulls you close to her, holding you by the waist and swaying with you,,, ofc you have no fucking idea what's going on, you never do, so while you're laughing thinking your bff is being sentimental, aeri is glaring daggers at the guy,,

and then going to the bar to get some drinks,, unfortunately that was where that guy and some of his friends were sitting so immediately, aeri was pissed the fuck off bcs wow what a coincidence! but you happily skipped towards the bar with your bff in tow, who was scowling while the guy's friends nudged him, nodding at you and smirking. all of them checking you out while you lean over the counter to speak with the bartender. nasty fucks, aeri wanted to kill them 😭 altho it wasn't as if she wasn't checking your ass out too.. she does it all the time,, but the difference was that she was allowed to do that bcs she was your bestie 😤

you and aeri engaging in casual chatter while waiting for your drinks and the guy starts talking to you,,, and ofc being the nice girl that you were you were all smiley with him and men being men he thought you were really into him 🤢🤢 aeri doesn't even think he listened to whatever the fuck you were telling him.. he was just checking you out the entire time, staring at your boobs, licking his lips, and his eyes narrowing into yours with a certain goal mind,, aeri didn't like it one bit... and she especially wanted to spill hot water on him when she noticed the tent in his pants... that was when she decided that no, she will not take any of this shit any longer 😭

"come on, (y/n), you know how ning gets if we make her wait for too long," aeri was desperately trying to get you away from this guy,,, and you let her! waving goodbye to the guy before being sat down on you and your friends' table,, omg aeri having an arm wrapped around your waist the whole time you're sitting,,, watching every person that passes by,, ofc it was also an excuse for her to be able to touch you.. you looked way too fucking good in that skin-tight dress, aeri couldn't stop looking at you...

aeri waiting until both of you are buzzed to make moves 😭😭 hand on your thigh, staring at your lips the entire time you're talking nonsense to her (jimin, ning, and minjeong just staring at the two of you like 😐 in the backgroundncjgnfkf help theyre so done w this game), n her cock gets harder n harder when you lean in to whisper things to her 🤤

nothing happens other than small touches until a waiter walks over to the table and serves you a drink, saying that the guy from the bar got it for you, and that was when aeri just said fuck it . your friends stop you from consuming the drink, afraid that the guy might have put something in it before aeri pulls you to the restrooms . ("have fun!" a drunken minjeong says as you left 😭)

shdbfjekf aeri pushing you into a stall and immediately slipping her hands underneath your dress, gripping you ass while she kisses you 😵‍💫 "people get too comfortable with you... i'll make sure that changes," and she starts marking you up,,, starting from your neck to your chest,, 🫣 you reaching down her skirt and palming her bulge 😩😩 n then you're freeing her cock from cover,, wrapping your hand around her length and moving your hand up and down like you've always wanted to do 😳

aeri coming after you've jerked her off nice and well,, bringing your hand up to your lips and licking her cum off your fingers ugh it fucking awakened something in her,,, "yum," you said, laughing at your bestie's flustered reaction . but the next second, she's sat on the toilet while she has you fucking yourself on her cock,, both of you moaning loudly, making zero effort to conceal your noises 😭

aeri grabbing your waist and controlling your pace :(( from agonizingly slow to overwhelmingly fast!??! and she's grinning up at you the entire time, relishing in the feeling of your walls clenching around her dick,, and she's talking to you to rile you up and get you even more horny 😩🫣

"tsk. if i'd known that you were such a slut, i would have done this sooner,"

"want my cum inside you, (y/n)? fuck— that's right, baby... faster,"

"only i should.. ahh.. s-see you like this,"

SHEBDJFK getting closer to your climax so aeri pushes you against the door, finally fucking into you??? 😩😩😩 your moans getting louder and her kisses getting sloppier,, pulling on aeri's hair when you came on her dick.. but she's still thrusting into you in pursuit of her own climax 🫠

"fucking come already, aeri, fuck—" bcs your mind is getting hazy from the overstimulation but you so loved everything she was doingggg 😩

(it should be noted that those who wanted to go to the restroom this entire time turned the hell around upon hearing the sounds of sex that escaped the room and wandered out into the hallway that leads to it 😭 including one yu jimin, who rolled her eyes in annoyance but she was proud of aeri she just really wanted to empty her bladder 😤😤)

aeri coming inside you with a long whiny moan :((( and you're coming for the second time bcs her warm cum filled you up so good 🤤 aeri refusing to let you go just yet so the two of you make out in that stall for minutes with her cock just chilling inside youdjdbgjfkf

"well.. now nobody can talk to you like they can just have you," she's saying while staring proudly at her work on your neck ��‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#aespa smut #aespa x reader #aespa imagines #giselle smut #giselle x reader #giselle imagines #girl group x reader #girl group smut #girl group imagines

[femalechristxx]

If you're trying to tap in the void this is for you:

Stop trying to make yourself believe that you're going to tap or wake up in it and start affirming that you do. Robotically affirming really does wonders for me 'cause the point of it is just telling myself that i already have it and that's it. I'm not trying to change my mind or convince me of nothing.

Also, the only thing you should be "focusing" on is being consistent and persisting on what you're telling yourself! I'm so fucking tired of some bloggers telling people to "focus on the 4D or whatever" NO! Nobody is in the LOA community to live in imagination, let's be fucking honest... So my "tip" is:

If you're not complaining abt not having it, telling yourself the opposite of what you want and u're being consistent and persisting on the new story consider it fucking done. That's the only "knowing" you need to be in, the "knowing" that if ur consistent IT WILL MANIFEST DO NOT MATTER WHAT.

Do not stop until it manifest. Be fucking consistent for once in ur life for god fucking sake. Stop being so fucking afraid of affirming for what you fucking want. AFFIRMING FROM LACK ISN'T A FUCKING THING.

Just pick one to two affirmations and STICK WITH IT. You don't have to count them to 10K or anything, just tell it to yourself.

Sammy's 10 minutes method is very good if y'all wanna try it out; Just robotically say your affirmation in ur head or loud (it really doesn't matter) for 10 minutes (duh lol) but you can't start complaining abt not having it as soon as the timer goes off, just stick to the new story. (oh, i do it 3x per day)

Here's some videos for y'all to watch whenever many times you need: (even though i don't agree with everything she says, those videos REALLY helped me and i hope it helps you guys too 💗)

- gigi 🌼

#law of assumption #loassumption #void state #void success #loablr #neville goddard #void concept

[myouicieloz]

i would die for richgirl!aeri x studentathlete!reader okay? i have re-read it about 3 times today it’s so cute ajdjakfkakdkskdkkdn yn being an accidental sugar baby is everything to mr

now that I've lurked around my notes for a bit, I realized I actually have a few prompts for that lol, so why not share them right ˆˆ anyways:

richgirl!aeri x studentathlete!reader pt. 2

pt.1

Giselle was needy; her hands were often found on your waist or brushing your neck, not quite teasing— just touching your skin affectionately. You were hers, after all. She ached when you weren’t within her reach.

She did also love to tease, though. Whenever you were having lunch with her friend group in the massive cafeteria, she’d manage to slip a finger under your panties. Somedays you’d make it easier for her, wearing a short skirt and opening your legs at the mere brush of her long knuckles, allowing her to caress your folds as she continued her conversation with the girls, ever so casually.

On other days, though, when you were not in the mood for it, Giselle would huff, sending you annoyed glances as she unbuttoned your jeans with one hand, not even sparing you a glance as she fingered you just the same. Your sweet cunt was hers, and she’d take it whenever she pleased.

That being said, she needed you constantly. Which meant heavy make-out sessions in the hallways, pulling you from your classes so you’d eat her out in the restrooms, demanding you’d always stay somewhere she could see you… Giselle was demanding, but you didn’t mind. You knew how sweet and caring she could also be, whenever you were alone, and you’d never ask her to change her personality. She loved your calm, collected and quiet nature, so you loved her as she was just the same. You’d never ask her to change.

In fact, you couldn’t deny her possessiveness made you aroused, too. To be taken care of and adored by her, not only whenever you fucked, but with the smallest gestures, too. It made you melt, unable to deny her of whatever she wanted to take from you. You felt wanted, she made you feel wanted.

For that reason, you didn’t actually mind being her trophy pet. She was able to maintain her popular mean-girl image around campus as she pleased, for all you could care.

You end up spending even more time with her closest friends: Karina, Ningning and Winter. When they weren’t sending judgmental glares to anyone who crossed their way, they were actually very funny to be around. They cared about each other and were a tight-knit unit, you quickly noticed. The queen bees of your University, indeed.

Usually, you’d engaje on their playful banter, joking around and giggling as they joked. However, being beautiful, spoiled women, they knew nothing about limits, and would sometimes push your buttons too much. Whenever that happened, you were quick to whine to your girlfriend, making sure they’d stop it. Similar to when you were at one of their go-to cafes, right after you had lost an important game. “Come on, Y/n,” Karina said, poking your ribs as soon as she saw the pout on your face. “Don’t be boring like that just because your team fucking sucks.” “Yeah.” Minjeong agreed, focused on her milkshake. She didn't even spare you a glance, as she added. “I mean, don't you practice like every day and shit? Why are you all still so bad… This way, our University will never win any cool prizes.” Even though their words were harsh, you knew by their tone that they didn’t really mean it; they just liked to mess with you, as they did to everyone. You, however, were not having it. The defeat was still too recent for you to play it cool, so you shrank in your seat, turning away from them as you hid your face against your girlfriend’s neck. “Gigi, will you have your friends stop it, please?” You asked, voice cracking, even though you were trying your best not to cry. You’d rather not deal with them, so naturally, your Giselle would handle it— just like she did with anything else that bothered you. “Girls, shut the fuck up.” She commanded, tone imposing as she pulled you closer by the waist. You didn’t look at them, aware of the three girls rolling their eyes and muttering about how pussy whipped Giselle has become. They did stay silent, though, quickly diverting the topic to something else. And you felt the coziest as Giselle’s hands squeezed your waist, offering you reassurance.

She still loves to doll you up, too. There’s not a day when you’re not walking around campus with at least one piece of clothing she’d gotten you, lavish and stylish. You pretend not to notice the little whispers and glares whenever you pass by, reminding yourself that people will always find a reason to talk.

Since it makes Giselle happy, though, you gladly keep wearing her gifts, even if the looks you receive constantly leave you with the urge to run to the nearest bathroom, locking yourself until the end of the classes.

It’s one of the things pisses her off the most about you, too: you frequently forget to take a jacket or a hoodie to class, and it infuriates her to see you wearing Jinni’s when you meet at the cafeteria. “You look so much better wearing my jackets, though.” She murmured, hands finding their way into the insides of your shirt, in attempts to keep herself warm, too. “Come on, baby, take that ugly thing off… I can’t have you wearing that. Ning will let you use hers, instead. She’s never cold anyway.” You try to reason with her, but Ning is already handing her jacket to you, cursing Giselle under her breath. So you only shrug, sending Jinni an apologetic glance as you do as told. You just can’t help it— you’d do anything within reach to have Giselle give you that bright smile of hers.

Speaking of your friend, Giselle has come to terms with Jinni’s presence in your life. She no longer sends the younger girl death glares, or uses her influence around campus to have her benched in games. If only, Giselle’s become friendly, which terrifies Jinni even more. “She’s a menace, Y/n, I’m telling you. And she creeps me out, I’m sorry.” Jinni had told you, someday during practice break. Her words made you laugh, as you shove her playfully.

It was Karina’s idea, actually. Although Giselle knows not to trust her friend’s advice too much; Karina is down bad for any pretty girl near her radar. “Just be a little nice to her, or whatever.” The blonde girl had told Giselle, while critically examining her own nails. “Then have her keep an eye on Y/n for you. It’s not like you can be around her during practice, anyway. This way, you’ll know what’s going on.”

After that, Giselle has been an absolute sweetheart towards your friend, which warms up your heart. She waits patiently for you to go fetch her something, and then her attitude changes; her posture becomes straighter and her stare lacks the usual warmth it has, whenever you’re around. Jinni talks without much effort, blurting around any updates of unpleasant events that had happened during your previous practices, ones you refused to tell Giselle because you knew she’d make someone pay for things that are, usually, accidents. It has become part of her routine, to look out for you even when you refuse her help.

Her favorite thing is to wear your jersey during games. It pleases her deeply to have anyone know who their University’s star-player belongs to— As if she doesn’t make it a well-known fact, in your daily life.

Loves fucking you in the locker rooms, too, making you scream so all of your teammates are aware she owns you. She gets off having people trying to have a peek of you two fucking, too, although she’d never allow it.

At last, your relationship might not be completely understandable to those who are not close to either of you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way ˆˆ.

#giselle x reader #aespa x reader #aespa imagines #aeri uchinaga x reader #aeri uchinaga #aespa x yn #aespa x fem reader #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #s.writes #aeri uchinaga x yn #aespa giselle

[howlinchickhowl]

It's posting day for my @gallavichthings Gift Exchange gift! I got @rayrayor and I wrote a little something for their prompt about Mickey being a 'straight' patron of Ian's gay bar. Happy gift exchange, I hope you enjoy it!

(There's no warnings and it's fairly PG)

You're Like In Love With Me - a gallavich a.u. fiction 🫶

Someone at the brewery has it in for Ian, he’s decided. They’ve assigned him the world’s weediest delivery guy, who manages to shift one keg for every seven Ian hauls off his truck, and always gets to Ian ‘after lunch’, which, tends to be closer to dinner than lunch in Ian’s opinion, and leaves him very little time to get everything stocked and inventoried and get a break in before the evening rush starts.

He’s sweating buckets as he waves the guy off and staggers back out into the main bar for some ice water. He rounds the bar and snags a dishcloth from Joni who wrinkles their nose up at him as he swipes it over his forehead and the back of his neck.

Joni doesn’t sweat, it’s a point of pride for them. Ian isn’t sure if they actually aren’t capable of sweating, or if they just avoid any activity that could possibly cause them to perspire.  If he was at home with his siblings, Ian would shake his head like a wet dog, sending droplets flying all over every surface and into the faces of any person standing close enough. But last year when he took over from Gigi she made him sit through like thirty hours of online health and safety and food hygiene training, and there is an open container of cut limes on the back bar that he can’t in good conscience condemn with his bodily fluids. So he holds himself back and focuses on getting himself a drink and trying not to be too obvious about checking out his favorite regular.

Mickey Milkovich has been coming to The Scratching Post since before Ian’s time, before it was ever even a gay bar, according to the man himself. When he was a kid, before the neighborhood ‘went to shit’ – Mickey’s colorful way of saying got gentrified by the u-haul lesbians and professional gays – it was something of a slum. And Mickey grew up a regular little slumdog. Before The Scratching Post was The Scratching Post, it was The Alibi Room, and the way Mickey tells it, it was basically his dad’s office. He’s told Ian stories about how he used to sit in one of the booths and watch his dad take book or make deals, how he got his first tattoo from the owner’s cousin who was trying to rustle up enough bail money to get her boyfriend out of jail after he shot up their apartment during a bad trip. How his older brother lost his virginity in the upstairs room when it was a short-lived brothel. How the whole fabric of his life is tied up in this place, like he’s just as much a part of it as the stains on the carpet that they’ve never bothered to change.

So now that Mickey is out of prison (attempted murder, but according to Mickey it was a trumped up bullshit charge and if he wanted to murder someone he would fucking succeed) and back living in the house he grew up in, he likes to drink in his neighborhood bar, even if it’s turned into some sort of haven for the L-G-B-T-Q-Whatever (his words). It’s home.

Ian doesn’t mind. Mickey’s a fast drinker and he can hold a lot of booze, and it never hurts to get some steady business during the day. And he likes Mickey. Kind of really likes him, actually. Sort of wouldn’t mind licking the inside of his mouth or tasting the sweat on the back of his neck. And that’s where he gets into a certain amount of trouble. Because Mickey Milkovich? Is straight.

Straight as a ramrod. Straight as a ruler. Straight as the day is long. Capital S Straight. So Ian tries not to think too much about how soft his lips look or how good he smells, and he also tries to keep it under wraps exactly how much he likes to look at the guy. He’s not gonna not look at him. But he doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable in, from what Ian can gather, one of the only places he feels comfortable. And he also doesn’t want to get his ass kicked by a guy he has a crush on. He had enough of that kind of fun in high school.

So he grabs his pint of ice water and wipes his forehead with his stolen rag and he limits his glances to two seconds long with twenty second intervals. Or at least he thinks he does until Joni rolls their eyes at him and announces they are going on a smoke break, since he’s clearly gonna be there for a while anyway. He’d be annoyed but honestly, they’re right.

Mickey always sits in the same spot, on a high stool at the bar just where it’s curved around enough so that he can easily see the door but not so far that he can’t see who’s coming and going from the restroom or the back. His vigilance is quiet, but noticeable if you know what you’re looking for. Or if you just spend a lot of time looking.

He’s in his spot today, left hand curled loosely around his beer like he likes to be ready to drink at any moment, and he’s smiling down at his phone in a way that has Ian’s tummy start to fizz with little sparks of jealousy. What’s got him smiling like that? He’s desperate to know.

He doesn’t always talk to Mickey every time he comes in, he tries to show a respectful level of interest, though if you polled his employees they would probably say he fails at that. He does some quick math in his head while grabbing another rag and starting to wipe down the bar top, making his way down toward Mickey’s end. Today is Wednesday, Mickey didn’t come in yesterday, on Monday Ian kept his distance, and he hadn’t worked Sunday. That meant that their last interaction had been Saturday. Four days. That’s a decent interval, he figures, and he carries on wiping over the bar, trying to come up with a subtle way to find out what has made Mickey smile.

“That your girl?” Is what he’s got by the time he’s stood in front of Mickey, and it may not be subtle but it’s all he could think of.

“Huh?” Mickey asks, looking up.

“You uh, you look like something in your phone is making you real happy, I thought maybe it was a girl.”

“Oh, Uh.” Mickey looks down at his phone and then back up at Ian, his lips tugging down into a half frown. “No.”

He closes his phone and shoves it in his back pocket, eyes shifting around the room as he takes a sip of his beer. There’s something kind of shifty about it, like Ian’s made him uncomfortable somehow, and if Ian had more self-control he’d call this one a loss and find an excuse to leave him be. But his discipline only extends to his exercise regime and diet apparently because he finds himself unable to walk away, quietly desperate to know what Mickey had been looking at.

“So what d’you win a bet?”

Mickey huffs a laugh and sticks hi phone in his back pocket, Ian wipes a spot on the bar that he’s already wiped clean three times.

“Naw man, just a picture of my sister looking fuckin’ dumb in a squirrel hat.”

Ok. Not what Ian had been expecting.

“A…squirrel? Hat?”

“Yeah it’s for her job or whatever, she looks like a fuckin’ idiot.”

His words are harsh, but the smile that’s spreading over his lips is kind of soft, like he is actually kind of fond of his sister. Ian’s never seen him smile like that before. His smile is always kind of dirty, or wry, or sometimes bordering on a grimace, this is different, and Ian feels like he’s unlocked a new Mickey nugget. He wonders if he can get some more.

“I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“Two brothers, one sister.” He takes a gulp of his beer and then does a thoughtful little shrug. “That I know of. The way my dad was though, wouldn’t be too shocked if I got a bunch more I don’t know about.”

There’s that wry smile that Ian’s used to, with a half an eye roll that belies a lifetime of dealing with a parent who never stops disappointing you. It’s an eyeroll Ian has performed many a time himself.

“God yeah me too. I got at least one half-sister who showed up out of the blue a few years back, but I could be related to half the city for all I know.”

“Half the redheads at least.” And there’s the dirty smile. He’s mentioned Ian’s hair a few times, most people tease him about it a little, it’s no big deal. He imagines Mickey would have terrorized him if they’d known each other as kids, chasing him around calling him Carrot Top or Little Orphan Annie. This is kind of a gentle tease though, something warm, accompanied with a squint that could almost be a wink, if Mickey Milkovich was the kind of guy who winked, and it spurs Ian on.

“I knew this girl in high school, her dad had so many kids running around that she had to ask people for their family tree before she would hook up with them.”

Mickey almost chokes on his beer.

“Fuck me, should I be doing that?”

“I don’t know. She had a close call once, and her dad literally had like, thirty kids.”

“No shit.”

“Yeah, so, next time you’re lookin’ to hook up with someone, just, ask for a DNA screening first I guess.”

Mickey nods, and then the air sort of drops out of the conversation, like it has nowhere left to go. Mickey gulps the last of his beer in one huge mouthful that puffs his cheeks out and sort of makes him look like he’s chewing it, and the only thing Ian can think to say is to ask him if he wants another.

“Nah I’m good, gotta get back.” He throws some cash down on the bar to cover his tab and is out the door with his arms still shoving into his jacket before Ian can even say syanora.

And then he doesn’t come back for three weeks.

It’s not like Ian’s moping, Joni can fuck off for implying that. The bar is busy and he has a lot to do and employees to manage and siblings to deal with. But in the afternoons sometimes he’ll find himself staring at the empty space where Mickey would normally be and wondering, kind of forlornly, if the guy is ever coming back. Trying to figure out what he did or said in that last conversation that pissed him off so bad he would forsake his childhood bar.

Ian misses him. His expressive face and his disgusting sense of humour, and the way he makes Ian feel, like on edge and at ease at the same time. It just sucks, not seeing him, and not knowing why.

And then one day, three weeks and four days since The Scratching Post had last seen hide or hair of him, he’s back, sitting on his regular stool when Ian gets done mopping the bathrooms.

It gives him a jolt, a little shiver of excitement running down his spine as he shoves the mop in the corner and rounds the bar.

“Haven’t seen you around here lately.” He greets Mickey, as casually as he can, and Mickey looks up, kind of startled, and then looks down at the bar. Or. There’s a white envelope sitting there, and he seems fixated on it.  

“Everything ok Mick?”

Mickey nods, a quick little jerk of a thing, eyes fixed on the envelope. He doesn’t even have a drink in front of him.

“You want a beer?”

He shakes his head, brings his right hand up to lay his fingertips over the envelope and slide it across the bar toward Ian.

“What’s this?” Ian picks it up, there’s no name on it, no details, it’s not sealed but he’s still not sure if he should open it. Mickey’s looking up at him when he’s done inspecting it.

“It’s uh.” His bright blue eyes flick away and then back again, are they wetter than usual? They seem so shiny when they finally rest back on Ian. “It’s a DNA test.”

“A DNA test?”

“Yeah. We um. We ain’t related. So.”

He raps his knuckles on the bar a couple of times in a short sharp knock that he must think serves as a suitable stop to this most bizarre of conversations, and clambers off his stool, heading for the door.

“Wait Mickey—What?!”

“Just. Read it.”

The door has barely had time to swing shut before Ian is practically tearing the envelope in his haste to look at the paper inside. It’s exactly what Mickey said, a DNA test, comparing Mickey’s DNA to his own, which, he’s gonna have to talk to him about where he got a sample of Ian’s DNA from, and confirming that there’s no overlap. In the top right corner, in a chicken scratch of a hand, Mickey has scrawled the words ‘just in case’ and then a phone number, and Ian almost drops his phone in the ice trough in his rush to pull it out of his pocket and send a text.

[2:34pm]         I thought you were straight?

The reply buzzes through almost immediately, like maybe Mickey’s stood outside looking at his phone waiting to see what happens.

[2:34pm]         Good.

It’s a very Mickey text, and something about it makes Ian feel warm, like he’s being trusted with something Mickey doesn’t trust a lot of people with.

[2:35pm]         Where did you get a sample of my DNA??

[2:35pm]         That really what you wanna be asking me right now?

[2:35pm]         I’ve got a lot of things I want to ask you.

[2:36pm]         So come outside, I don’t got all day.

It’s possible that Ian knocks over a stool and drops his dishcloth on the floor, he’s got bigger fish to fry.

#gallavich fic #ian x mickey #fic #GGE2024

[sweetsbfreex]

date night

summary: "..I would love to see mafia!steve and reader have a date night and be so suave and flirtatious. Meanwhile Elysia is running rings around the babysitter, and when the couple come back she’s all cute and tucked up"

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"a mafia Steve hc with the “wear whatever u want I can fight”

in the dad!mafia!steve universe

pairings: dad!mafia!steve rogers x wife!reader

warnings: none!

-

“Honey, are you gonna wear the emerald tie?” You shout to Steve from your closet, sitting at your vanity as you put on your necklace. 

“Yeah, you asked me to,” Steve answers, the click of his shoes moving closer, as he adjusted his cufflinks. 

You smile at his cuteness. Not many, if any, could say they had Steve Rogers following their every word. 

When Steve stops at the entrance of your spacious, walk-in closet. He stops at the sight of you. 

You hid what you would wear tonight, the only hint being his tie color. He knows no matter what you wear, you’ll always shine. But this was killer. 

The emerald green dress falls over his wife gracefully. With a decent amount of her cleavage that makes him clench his jaw with need. 

“Look at my gorgeous girl,” he whistles. 

You smile up at him when he’s at your side, his hand out to raise you from your seat. He twirls you once, like a dainty fairy. Then stiffly brings you to him, your back to his chest. 

He moves your hair to the side. Your neck bare to him as he kisses up and down the side of your neck. His plump lips suck and nip at your skin, basking in your shallow breaths and fastened pace. 

“You’re gonna keep me strapped with a fucking hard on, with this little get up.” 

Impatiently, his hands grope at your sides, bunching up the fabric. That is until you stop his hands, turning so you are facing him. 

“You’ll wrinkle the dress,” you tell him, bringing your hands up to cup the sides of his neck. 

His hands fall to the lowest point of your back, fingers grazing the top of your ass. “You expect me to keep my hands to myself while you’re in this?” He scoffs. “Send me the dry cleaning bill” he leans down to kiss you, grinning when he pulls away and you wipe the lip gloss from his lips. 

“Are you sure this is alright?” Your hands run down your dress subconsciously. It was your first date night in a while. You didn’t want anything messing it up. 

“Honey, are you kidding me? You look phenomenal. So ignore whatever contradictions those thoughts of yours are telling you,” he kisses your cheek. 

“Thank you. You look really handsome.” your thumb runs over his bottom lip, gazing your eyes to his. “Your ass looks great too” you reach your other hand to slap it. 

“Woah!” He jumps in jest, chuckling. “Save that for tonight, all right?” he says this with a satisfied smirk. 

You giggle at his joke, bringing his face down for one more kiss. When you pull away, his stare seems intense. 

“Fuck.” He sighs as he gives you a once over, palming your cheeks. “I’m gonna have to fight someone off tonight, aren’t I?

“Shut up,” You laugh, kissing him again and again. “Let’s go before we miss the reservation”

In reality, for a man of Steve’s status, the restaurant would hold the reservation for as long as needed. No matter what, they’d be prepared and ready to service the Rogers’. The hefty tip was an added bonus, always causing disarray between the employees. 

-

Elysia sits next to Giana, the second oldest of the Gotti family. One of the few people you and Steve could trust to watch and protect Elysia if anything were to happen. 

She’s sixteen, and the biggest book lover you’ll ever meet. Her t-shirt compliments her brown skin and she’s all dressed up to babysit, with her curls up and out of her face. 

The two girls are sitting on the living room floor, completing a puzzle. 

“Wow!!” Elysia cheers, running to hug your legs, then Steve’s who lifts her onto his hip. 

“Thank you, honey” you lean to kiss her cheek. 

“You guys look great!” Giana compliments with a smile on her face. 

“Thank you so much, gigi,” you say at the same time Steve says thank you. 

“G, we’ll be back by 11, the latest. The credit card is on the dining room table, if you’re hungry or need anything, feel free to use it. And make sure this bug,” Steve tickles a squirming Elysia’s stomach. “Is in bed by nine, if you can. God forbid anything happens, you know which bookcase right?” 

“I do. All good,” Giana replies. 

“Okay, we’ll see you guys soon. Thank you so much for watching her” You kiss Elysia’s cheek multiple times, before you and Steve are hugging Giana goodbye.

-

PER SE 

The restaurant is dimly lit and the pleasant, soft sound of Louis Armstrong’s La vie en rose adds to the picturesque atmosphere. 

Your hand in hand with Steve as you follow the host to your seat. It’s private, lit with a beautiful chandelier and candle sat in the middle of the table, and pale pink peonies scattered around the table top. 

Your heart skips at the thought. The restaurant wouldn’t do this on their own, you know Steve had requested it. Peonies we’re your favorite. 

Steve pulls out your seat then pushes it in, then he’s sat across from you. One hand rests on the table, asking to hold yours. 

“Good evening, I’m Antonio. May I take your order for drinks, Mr and Mrs Rogers?” 

“You’re best red wine and a Château d'Yquem for the Mrs.” The accent rolls off his tongue gracefully. You love the way his voice goes down a pitch when he speaks another language. 

You pinch your eyes together at your husband. 

“Please,” he adds gravely. You smile at him. 

“Thank you,” you add, smiling up at the man. 

-

AT HOME

“Can I have a cookie, please?” Elysia pops up from her hunched figure over the puzzle. 

“Your mom said no sweets after eight,” Giana replies.

“Please!” She pleads once again, holding onto Giana’s arm. 

“I’m sorry, Lys, but your ma said no.”

“Fine.” Elysia huffs. Then she screams. She screams to her highest pitch relentlessly, hands in fists at her side. 

“Shh,” Giana tries, but to no avail. “Okay! Okay! Just one!” 

“Thank you!” Elysia smiles sweetly, lifting herself off the floor as she skips to the kitchen, awaiting Giana. 

Oh frick. Giana thinks to herself. 

-

PER SE 

“Do you remember when we went roller skating on our third date?” You ask, taking a bite of your mussels. 

“Yeah, but only because you asked to, I would never embarrass myself for a girl that wasn’t you.” Steve answers. “Try this,” he stretches his arms to bring his spoon to your lips. 

You smile at what he said. This man loved you so much and you couldn’t be more grateful. 

Roller skating was your idea, only because you wanted to try something a bit more active. You knew Steve probably wasn’t up for it, but you would never know with how quickly he replied with “Whatever you wanna do, sweetheart, I’m all yours.” 

The both of you busted your asses all night, but you did it together, alone. Steve rented out the place for a few hours, and got the DJ to play your playlist. 

“I really appreciate that, you know,” 

“What?” Steve wonders. 

“How sweet you are to me. You’re always willing to do whatever I wanna do and you’re always there. It's just nice. So thank you”

His eyes soften at your admission, “Honey, it’s my job. You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” He smiles, before reaching over to kiss you. 

-

AT HOME 

“Do you wanna play hide n seek?” 

“Okay, but this is the last thing we do before bedtime. And it has to be on this floor” 

Elysia is already dressed down in her cream, silk pajama set. All Giana has to do is set her in her bed, read her a bedtime story, and play one of her lullabies. 

“Okay! You count, G. I hide” Elysia orders, tapping her foot as she waits for Giana to turn around and count. 

Once she starts, Elysia goes to the kitchen and quickly ducks into her special hiding spot. 

Giana turns around and quickly realizes how bad of an idea this is. Their house is expansive. There’s an unlimited variety of crooks and crannies that Elysia’s small body could fit through. 

Giana walks through the living room, “Lys? Maybe we should just go to bed.” She couldn’t lie, but she was getting freaked out with eerie silence.

“AHh OMG!” 

When Giana finally walks through the kitchen, she feels something warm touch her ankle. 

A familiar giggle bounces off the walls as Elysia’s head pops out a cupboard, “You scream like mommy!”

“Bedtime, Elysia” Giana huffs.

-

PER SE

Steve sits in his chair with a huff. You squint at the noticeable wrinkle in his shirt, the light perspiration over his hair line, and the redness over his knuckles. 

“What were you doing just now?” your eyebrow raises at the way he gulps down the rest of his cool drink. 

“Some asshole owes me money. Two birds one stone,” he answers.

“Steve,” you chastise.

“I promise this was not a factor in our date spot, the prick just so happened to be here.” Steve shrugs innocently. “I didn’t even hit him, just knocked him around a little.”

“C’mon don’t pout, baby” he leans over, running his thumb over the bottom of your lip. But to no avail.

“Maybe this will lift your mood,” he smiles, placing a small, red bag in front of you. 

You begin to remove the tissue paper, “What would lift my mood is if my husband wouldn’t-- oh my gosh!” you gasp.

Steve sits in his seat smugly, watching your mood lift. 

“How did you even get this?” you question Steve, running your palm over the smooth, black, leather purse. “This isn’t released for another year.”

“C’mon, baby, do you know who I am?” 

Steve doesn’t even attempt to hide the cockiness in his features and in the tone of his voice. Flourishing in the glowing smile on his other half’s face. 

You launch from your seat into Steve’s lap. Your hands thrown over his neck as place kiss after kiss to his scruffy cheek. “I love you, so much,” you kiss Steve again. 

“I love you,” Steve replies, an arm wrapped around your waist as his hand gropes your ass. “Let’s hurry home.”

-

AT HOME

You and Steve are welcomed to a quiet house, except for the low sound of the television in the living room. 

“Hey, G” you greet Giana, “Did everything go well?”

Giana, seated on the couch, looks up from her phone. “Everything was wonderful,” she cheers, standing up.

“I’m glad everything was okay, thank you so much for watching her for us,” you hug her before turning to Steve, “I’m gonna go check on Lis.”

As you walk past him, you brush your hand down his arm. Steve can’t help but stare at your retreating figure. When you're no longer there to keep him entranced, he turns to Giana with a smile on his face. 

“Thank you so much, G. Me and Y/n really needed a night out, I appreciate you and your parents for letting you watch her for a bit.”

“Of course, Mr. Rogers”

There was a beat of silence, “..Now be honest, she was a little demon wasn't she?” 

“The worst!” Giana groans, hands rubbing down her face. “But it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle, She was just in a mischievous mood tonight. But she’s an angel, don't worry.”

Steve laughs at Giana’s response and story of the mis happenings of tonight. Steve wasn’t in this profession for nothing. The strained yet genuine smile in Giana’s face gave her away automatically. 

“For tonight, thank you again.” Steve holds a decent amount of money in his hand towards Giana. A decent amount, but way too much for a kid her age. 

“Oh no Mr Rogers. This a lot”

“It’s nothing. Your father would kill me if I let you come back with a measly $100,” Steve jokes. 

Giana grabs it a bit reluctantly, “Thank you so much,” she smiles.

“It’s nothing, I’ll walk you out.”

-

When Steve hits the top of the stairs, he watches you lean against the doorframe of Elysia's bedroom. He looms over you, cocooning his body into yours as his arms wrap your waist. 

Your hands lay over his, and you giggle when the scruff of his beard can be felt against the hinge of your jaw as he places light kisses there. A sigh of content falls from your lips.

“You have a great night tonight?” Steve asks, voice low. 

You angle your face until you’re looking at him, “The most perfect night.” you respond, placing an easy peck to his lips. 

“I’m glad to hear that,” Steve brings a hand, his palm cups your face as his thumb sits right under your chin. 

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I wanna fall asleep with these freaks 💓🥺

I am the eepiest sleepiest little guy of all time and this activated a Worm in my Brain so this is gonna get SO LONG AMSDNAMSND

sfw!! just snuggles and soft things

Reagan

Not extremely cuddly? She likes her personal space!

That doesn't mean she never wants cuddles, she's just gotta be in a particular Mood for it!

Most nights, she wants to be kinda,, gently curled into your arm?? just a loose grip around it w/ her own, cheek resting on your bicep.

She talks in her sleep, but it's very quiet. Usually it's just her going through her schedule for tmrw (does she?? dream of work in her sleep???), but occasionally, you'll hear her mumbling about how much she loves you <333

Yes, it's just as cute as it sounds. She has no memory of it in the morning, but if you bring it up, she'll get this flustered little Half-Smile alllll morning <3

She falls asleep so fast. if you wanna be cute w/ her while cozied in bed I'm so sorry, the second she feels Safe and Warm and Cozy in your vicinity she's passing out for 4-12 hours ✨✌🏻

It's alright, you know she needs her rest <3 besides, that just opens up options for you two to be soft and shmoopy in the morning

Brett

Unsurprisingly, the cuddliest guy of all time. He would be inside your ribcage if the opportunity was provided KJASDKASJD

He really likes?? laying on your chest and stomach?? he likes to be significantly further down. occasionally you'll just,, barely see his hair and the top of his forehead peaking out from the covers from how low he gets

it's just so comfy! he likes The Noises and Warmth and Vague Suffocation that comes w/ sleeping w/ his head under the covers, resting against your torso <3

He smiles so much in his sleep. you didn't think ppl did that outside of movies, but he totally does <3 usually only when he's having a particularly good dream.

OH ALSO HIS BED IS SO FUCKING COZY

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS MAN DOESN'T QUILT. HE HAS SO MANY BEAUTIFUL HAND-MADE QUILTS AND BLANKETS AND KNITTED SHIT IN HIS BED. I hope you like being cozy bc you're gonna be The Coziest Of All Time.

He also sleeps with stuffed animals! He always did as a child bc his treehouse was always cold as hell, and the habit just stayed with him!

they're so well-kept and soft all these years later <3 usually he just keeps them at the foot of the bed, bc it makes him feel safe to, but occasionally he'll bring a couple up for you two to snuggle <3 You Are Never Too Old To Snuggle A Stuffed Bear Don't Like To Yourself.

Andre

A Nightmare (affectionate)

not only is his sleep schedule Entirely Batshit, but he has so much trouble falling asleep. expect lots of tossing and turning

he does settle a lot thought when you hold him!! Don't hold too close, he still needs to squirm a lot to actually fall asleep

You're also the only person that he gets a full nights sleep with <3 he usually ends up waking up in the night, his mind starts working on smth, and he doesn't go back to sleep <3 but with you, it's almost instantaneous.

A little Jump, a bit of squirming to get into a comfortable position, and then off to seeb again <3 it's nice to see just how safe he feels around you <3

Expect plenty of early morning/late night convos <3 hell even middle of the night convos, where he hasn't realised that he fell asleep and instantly hops back into Whatever He Was

He also has such a habit of. Continuing Conversations From His Dream. like he'll just grab your arm and start talking about Yes I'm Sure If We Distilled It Enough We Could Make Whiskey Out Of Lighter Fluid Myc before passing out cold MASNFASMFJ

TLDR. squirmy silly man, but also enjoyable to seeb with.

Gigi

OUGHEEEEEEEEAWBABWBAGOURGHR <- experiencing wife fevers

SO COZY HOLY SHIT

I refuse to believe she doesn't have a Big Comfy Bed. Silk covers, big thick duvet, more pillows that she knows what to do with. The bed is 3 times the size of her so when you catch her snuggled up in bed she truly just looks like those photos of Very Small Puppies in Very Large Beds MNASDMASND

So cuddly <3 you wouldn't expect it, since she makes a point of being seen as very Untouchable and Independent, but she loves to be held.

Her ideal state is nuzzled under your chin, feeling your pulse through your neck <333 a leg hooked around yours to make sure you're nice and close.

She takes a while to fall asleep, so she likes to go to bed early! Feel free to join her at any time, she'll just be dozing <3

If you do join her when she goes to bed, expect some,, very soft, lovey-dovey moments. she looks utterly adorable, all bundled up in her cozy little slightly-too-poofy nightgown and eye mask.

She Deserves 1000000 Cheek Smooches Or Else You Shall Die Of Love Disease <- her favourite part of the night. she will start giggling the moment she feels your lips on her cheeks and neck.

kisses her 1000. she's the most

Myc

HE OWNS A WATERBED I KNOW THIS FUCKING MAN OWNS A WATERBED

A FREEFLOW WATERBED TOO. NO SUPPORT IT FEELS LIKE YOU'RE FLOATING.

It's actually pretty comfortable after you get used to it. you see the appeal, it's kinda got that Sensory Deprivation Tank feeling of weightless floating <3

Expect to be utterly Mummified in tentacles AKSDJASKJ

He insists that it's so that you don't go tossing and turning in your sleep and knock his ass off the bed but. You See Through His Lies You Understand. You See The Jackassery At Play Here.

OUGHEEE he has such a habit of like. swirling his tentacles gently around your skin. Not necessarily stroking back and forth, moreso massaging? if you have any knots in your back, thighs, or arms, they're gonna be gone by morning.

Fairly quiet? That doesn't mean silent though, he absolutely talks while you two drift off to sleep, but it's all in very quiet tones. A Little Shit, But Lovingly. (you may. gently have to bop him on the head and tell him to Shut The Hell Up Its 3 Am Goddamn Not Everyone's Job Is Just Sitting Around Getting Jacked Off MANSDMASNDMANSDMN)

Glenn

He snores like a foghorn I'm so sorry. the old man of all time

If you can look past that though, he's so fucking delightful to sleep with <33 most especially bc he loves when you lay on him

he says smth about how it Helps Unfuck His Back, but you're at least 45% sure that that isn't the main reason

(and you're right, it isn't <3 he just loves feeling your weight on him)

He loves just,, leaving a hand against your back, running up and down as you settle in to sleep <33 before leaving it to rest on the small of your back <33 love is so real and true.

his tail wags in his sleep

HIS TAIL WAGS IN HIS SLEEP

HIS TAIL WAGS IN HIS SLEEP

You'll see this most when he's sleeping on his stomach, bc when he's on his back his tail can't move, and on his side Everything Hurts At All Times KAJDKASJ

You'll see it squirm around the most when you're touching him <3 if you run your hands through his hair, or trace patterns on his back that things gonna be WHIPPING like a wheatstalk in a hurricane.

^ this also applies to. early morning and late night cuddles. in the morning its more of a,, slow waggle? like you'll just see it gently twitching under the bed, while you place kisses on his cheek BAWBBABWBABW <- if I talk about his tail any more we'll never be done

just the guy of all time <3 go sleep with that old man go do it go do it now go go go go g

JR

Let Him Sleep On The Booba

Truly he sleeps best with his face buried in your chest. what can he say, it's cozy as hell.

his ideal state is being Unconscious. A Coma. Laying horizontally being fed nutrients through a tube. He will nap on you at any possible moment

It's one of the time's he feels Truly Safe? Like he's constantly having to run around doing what the Shadow Board wants, doing what Rand wants, etc. Sometimes You Just Need A Little Nap With Your Partner To Be Okay Again

He IS freezing cold I refuse to believe otherwise. he runs Ice Cold and it takes him 15 minutes to warm up. feels a bit like cuddling a corpse until your body heat brings him back to Human Levels Of Warmth.

The things we do for love smh MNSFGKFAJSFGKSDJ

stupid rich expensive bed. imported silk sheets. mathematically optimised mattress designed in a lab to give him The Best Sleep Possible. he's rich enough to buy several countries, he might as well put it to use.

Alpha-Beta

OUGHEEEEEEEEAWBABWBAGOURGHR <- experiencing wife fevers part 2

He's such a heavy sleeper MY GOD. If you couldn't hear his internal systems whirring and clicking you'd think he was dead KJDSAKFJASDKFJDSA

It isn't really his fault - his 'sleep cycle' likes to be done in one solid stretch, to avoid file corruption, which means. His body just,, won't wake him up unless it senses Active Danger to himself or you.

It's fine! He'll wake up if the house is on fire. Probably.

'aww you're such an old man <3' <- he's going to push you into a woodchipper AKSGJSAKDJFKSDFGJ

He's so warm and cozy <3

Upside, personal heater during the winter. Downside, summer is hell for both of you (Upside, he sleeps mostly naked in summer to avoid Dying of Death Disease)

Hold him <3 hold him he won't ask but he loves being held, even more than he loves holding you (which is. Saying Something). The second he feels your arms wrap around him, maybe one of your hands gently fussing with his hair? Out like a light <3 its sweet, all those unspoken ways that shows how much he loves you <3

ABWBABWBAB I swear I did an ask like this before but. I don't care this was so cute. If you have any additions, go nuts!

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[yourtouchismidas]

How is Taylor with the other girls (Shay valentine and the twins)

so gigi and taylor are already friends, as gigi likes to think. obviously they dont see each other often as taylor is a busy woman, and so is your family, but gigi likes to watch her music videos and award shows and then matty will text taylor telling her gigi loved the new video, or saying congratulations, and taylor will reply. aw thank you sweet girl or ugh what an angel. but it is a while before taylor and gigi meet again, properly, when all the girls are born and old enough to come along to things. the band are nominated for a brit and taylor is performing, and for the first time, all five healy girls will be in the audience.

it might be a stupid fucking idea. the twins are three years old, which is younger than when gigi first attended awards, and there is two of them, but the whole band are there, and their partners, and when matty first floated the idea of bringing all the girls, and you scoffed in his face, the boys convinced you that they would be there to help, that they wouldnt drink until the girls were tucked up in bed, that they could play man to man with the twins, who were always better behaved for george, ross and adam than they were for their own parents. so you all end up round a few tables, each girl with glitter in their hair, nails painted, sparkling dresses. gigi wears dark purple, almost black, shay is in yellow with her hair in an updo curling around her face, valley wears dusty pink, silk, and the twins are dressed in the cutest pale blue dresses covered in daisies. you haul them all down the red carpet, hands holding hands holding hands, matty being stopped by interviewers who coo at whatever twin he is holding (you don't know, you just know they are both still with one of you) and you glance back and around at your girls and the crowds thinking how the hell is this my life.

the girls are spectacularly well behaved. the older three entranced by the stage and the outfits and the music, each with headphones that match their dresses. lexie plays quietly on george's lap, him wiggling her arms to dance to the songs. stevie, who were most worried about, is passed out on matty's shoulder almost the whole time.

when taylor comes out to perform, the older girls scream. taylor catches sight of gigi and waves to her, and then her eyes dance through all the girls who she has only seen on instagram before, singing the lyrics as if just to them. so cute she mouthes at you and matty before jumping right back into the next verse.

the band don't win, which you're secretly thankful for, because you dont know what you'd have done with all the girls had the boys had to go up on stage. matty has won many awards and you know he doesn't mind, especially because the winner is a newcomer who he's helped mentor.

after the awards have finished, taylor comes out into the audience, in something less swishy and dramatic than what she was wearing for her performance. she comes over to the band's table, scanning the girls again and grinning, before pulling matty into a hug.

"you've got a little army of them. i love it. i love it!" she says, as gigi sidles up to her, still shy of "princess taylor", even though in the comfort of her own house she calls her "my best friend."

"hello gorgeous girl," taylor says, and scoops gigi into her arms where she wraps her legs around her waist and rests her head on her shoulder. matty strokes gigi's curls from behind.

"why you acting shy, gi?" he says to her and she mumbles, "stop it matty," into taylor's shoulder.

shay barrels into taylor's legs as soon as she puts gigi down and squeezes her, making taylor laugh.

"oh why are you so precious, come here, let me look at you," she says, and scoops shay up too.

"this is my dreamer," matty says, "and this is my genius," he says, pulling valley out of the crowd and setting her in front of taylor. valley waves to her casually, unaffected by celebrity.

"this is valentine, right?" taylor asks. matty nods. "that's a beautiful name," she says to the girl. "maybe i should write a song about you?"

"no me! me!" shay says.

"about both of you. all of you!"

"how do you do that thing where you disappear in the smoke?" valley asks.

"magic!" shay says, looking to taylor expectantly to confirm her theory.

"obviously magic," taylor says, laughing, and then winking at valley. later, when no one else can hear them, she explains to valley the mechanics of it, but before that, she twirls shay round a few times, dancing with her, and then with all three of the big girls. when she talks to the other boys, stevie, awake now, reaches out her arms to her to be held, and then so does lexie, so she ends up with both in her arms, twirling their fingers around in her hair.

a few days later, the doorbell rings. it's a delivery. five packages. five princess dresses. all different. all specially chosen. shay's has fairy wings. valley's has green vines creeping up the sleeves. gigi's has stars and moons in sparkles. the twins have poufy lace skirts. she has signed them all. love aunty taylor x

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