Palm/Cheadle/Melody also Palm/Mito/Leorio
I’m just imagining Palm desperately trying to get all of them to start eating healthier but those three ladies can’t cook for shit yet one day they all take a collective decision to learn how to cook together and it’s messy as all hell but it works. Every new meal they make together is a chance at intimacy. And just, Cheadle sits on the couch with their heads on her lap and reads to them. Palm and Cheadle wake up in the middle of the night because they always do and now they don’t have to wake up and be alone with their own thoughts. Melody and Palm expose their bodies to each other before they expose them to Cheadle. There’s a connection. They aren’t like the others, and that’s fine.
Leopalmito is legit the coziest warmest ship. Long evenings spent together watching trashy soap operas with full bellies, wrapped in a giant blanket with a tea kettle that’s almost always on the stove. There’s a lot of tenderness and a lot of discovering their artistic sides. They play monopoly and jigsaw puzzles and jenga and kiss each other all the time.
