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Can you do what you hc their specific features to be like? I know we see their features but since it’s cartoonish I wanted to see if u have any hcs for how they look in detail
HI!! this is an amazing ask, ty anon :3
What I think the SF cast would look like irl!
I think this is going to be weirdly specific LOL
Sal
we all know half of sal's face is kinda missing.
idk if this is canon but I think sal would not have a nose, but it would've healed greatly.
I just need to repeat it but sal is not skinny. he is rather chubby and he has a little happy trail.
this man has braces!! his teeth must be a bit fucked.
his hair is fluffy but most of the time messy.
his skin is very hydrated.
i don't think he would have white teeth, and thats perfectly okay!
Larry
this man always has chapped lips, esp during winter.
yellow fingertips are starting, due of his smoking.
he has smooth hair tho, fluffy sometimes! nice to play with.
he has an eyebrow piercing. I just know, he told me ;p
he is tall but not taller than travis.
long fingers, smooth and gentle hands.
has the biggest dark circles you'll ever see.
tall and slim.
he has a very bad posture a feel like lolll
Ashley
long smooth hair. it always smells like its just been washed.
beautiful lips, she applies a tinted chapstick and it suits her lip colour.
pretty nails, most of the time painted.
cute button nose with clear skin.
long and healthy lashes.
her thin eyebrows are always in the perfect shape.
piercings on both ears.
cheeks are pink because of her blush.
her dark circles are always covered.
Travis (ahhhjfckadk...)
he bleaches his hair, we can see his dark brown roots starting.
crooked nose that sometimes bleed out of nowhere (happened to me ok)
he has heterochromia. also has a constant black eye.
long fingers and short nails.
scarred lip.
red eyes from crying a bunch.
beautiful skin.
very skinny and tall.
his lips are never chapped, he is extra careful with that.
smooth hair!! he uses gel I know it.
Todd
the healthiest curly hair you'll ever see.
he has droopy eyes with long lashes.
has acne and freckles all over face.
his checks always have a tinted pink on them.
he bites his nails so they are short and messy.
he's not very tall but has long arms.
smooth hands also, well taken care of.
the best nose type ever!! and its kind of a big nose.
hui I hope you guys liked it, I mostly studied what the all look like and make hcs from there.
my requests are always open! this was very fun to write!
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Yellow Carnation - a rejected love confession
James potter??
see you ‘round
a/n: okay i wrote this surprisingly quickly considering i haven’t written angst (at least without a happy ending) before?? anyways i hope u like this anon <3 tw: angst. no happy ending. not proofread. (0.5k)
james potter x fem! reader
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The slight itch of the grass against your skin is long forgotten as you lay next to James, his torso pressing against your side and your hair fanning out underneath you. His skin is a golden brown, sweat beading on his hairline under the sun. The pads of his fingers are rough as they dance up and down your arm, pausing at your shoulder to rub at the grass stain, the warmth left behind just a faint whisper of the way he’d been touching you just an hour earlier.
“What’s goin’ on in there?” he murmurs. His hair is falling in front of his eyes, and his eyelashes flutter prettily in a desperate attempt to keep his line of sight clear. You push a curl behind his ear, and he pushes himself further into your touch, his cheek against your palm.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you smile, your eyes raking over the boy’s bare torso. He loves it when you look at him like that, like you want to swallow him whole. He would’ve let you too, but you know that.
“I would actually,” he frowns, rolling onto his stomach, “wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”
For six ticks, all you can hear is crickets and the way the grass rustles as James shifts to rest his cheek on your stomach, mouthing at the skin before turning his face to look up at you.
“hey,” he whispers, his breath fanning against your tummy.
“hi,” you reply, thumb smoothing against his temple.
“what’re you thinking?” James feels soft like this; his skin flush against yours as he studies the way your throat moves when you swallow.
“I'm thinking about,” you choke out a laugh as he bites gently at the pouch of your stomach, “you.”
“Yeah?” he mumbles, words warm against your skin. A soft noise of confirmation makes its way from your throat.
“What about?”
“Bout an hour ago,”
“Yeah?” he repeats, this time his voice cheeky as he moves to mouth at your hips, “That was nice, hm? ‘ve missed you.”
“Yeah,” you say softly, “and I was thinking,”
James frowns at your silence, “Spit it out, honey.”
“That I want you,” you finish. He fights a small smile, failing miserably a moment later.
“You have me,” he whispered, confused.
“No, I want,” you pause, considering your next statement carefully, “all of you, more than just kisses behind shopping malls and in your car.”
He sits up abruptly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, “That wasn’t part of the plan.”
“I know,”
“Honey, you know we can’t,”
Honey, the way he treats you like you’re glass, like you’re something fragile, tore your chest in half.
“I know,” you hate that you sound like a child being scolded, petulant, and immature.
“Then why?”
“Can’t help who I fall for, James,” his eyes were big, flecks of gold shining as the sun hit them at just the right angle, “just happens,”
“I've gotta go anyways,” you nod, a sign of weary defeat.
“see you ‘round James,”
You didn’t see him again.
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YEAHHHH god i love price with old man hobbies
like the previous post made me think a bit
price so enthusiastic about something like he hadn't in years, finally finding a hobby he liked after months of looking. and you just find it the cutest thing ever
for the sake of the example, john gets into bird watching, finding the way different birds differ in appearance and the way they act
he finally convinces you to come to a park with him to watch birds. it was a beautiful spot, with green grass and trees and stuff. price is really happy to have you there, and just have someone he can share his thoughts with about the topic. pointing to a few birds, he begins to speak about them, and all you want to do is kiss him because he's just so adorable when he's like this
oh good god i wrote a lot but i am a simple man who loves simple things
also price wearing a sundress also came in mind yes
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🌷 anon I missed u I’m glad u popped in today!!
And I love love this thought, price having a partner who takes interest in price’s interests and even goes out his way to do it with him!
You know what I can’t help but think about price and reader who are dating and in the same squad and price is constantly shifting between interests, finding new things to learn about and share with his boyfriend, and you’re sitting down with 141 doing whatever when you hear soap randomly speak
“Did anyone see the dead bird laying on the shooting range i hope someone picked that poor guy up”
“Bird ? what did it look like?” You say, taking your eyes away from the book you were reading.
“Uh yellow? Kind of black? I don’t know, thing was crushed” Soap says giving you a strange look at your sudden interest
“Sounds like an American golden finch” you say before you go back to the book you were reading.
“You into birds sergeant?” Ghost says, clearly teasing.
“No but price is,” you say as you flip over to the next page.
“That i am!” Price says as he walks into the room and places a kiss on your cheek.
“Old people” gaz mouths to soap which sends him into fits of laughter.
“What?” You and price say at the same time which in turn has all of 141 creeped out.
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hey! i hope you don’t mind me asking, but do u have any fics you recommend reading? (specifically sonic fandom ones)
im so sorry anon but im probably the worst when it comes to fic recs. I just started using the bookmark function on ao3 like last month. There's probably tons of fics that i've read and absolutely loved, but never saved and are just collecting dust in my history ToT
i'm going to shout out a few of my favorite authors whose works i absolutely adore and some fics under the cut!
There's definitely more authors and fics i missed, but this is what i was able to come up with!! in general, the sonic community is full of so much talent and i'm just really happy to be here :)
@cozyqueerchaos - I love every single piece they put out honestly and these fics are the reason i dipped my toes more into the sonic fandom years ago. they're THAT good. love them all.
@phantomruby - another wonderful fic writer that everyone should check out. "Slipping Away" makes me cry fr, although i haven't caught up on the latest updates. everything just makes my heart go oshfdsfhd
@chaoxfix - sonic fics are wonderful sonic takes are top notch i dig everything. the understanding of the characters and archie is just phenomenal.
@teamxdark - fell in love with the Tales of Avalon series and fell harder in love with the team dark Boomtober fics and dynamics and aaaaaa, wonderful writing and style.
@rubyiiiusions - every fic is a joy to read and every story really just gets your attention and keeps it till the end. i've bookmarked a few of them since last week :)
I went digging through my history and here are some of my personal favorite Sonic fics!
radio silence under a yellow sky by chaox
Summary: Sonic finds out Tails is missing.
And more importantly, that no one's been looking for him.
A gen fic about Sonic finding out Tails was MIA during Forces it's so so good i think about it a lot
falling by sonosuke
Summary: Shadow likes a boy
sonadow during SA2 I'll cry. so angsty but it makes me :')
Birds of a Feather by SonicaSpeed123
Summary: Sonic has been trapped in Camelot for three years, but he's started to make a place for himself that he can finally be comfortable in with his beloved Lancelot
Something has been bothering him, though: If all the people of this world look like the people back home, where is Sonic's lookalike?
Lansoni. Part of a series of SatBK mini fics that i really love, but this one especially because it answers the question of 'what about the Sonic doppleganger?'
you can hardly swallow your fears and pain by chaox and sketchjii
Summary: Shadow is usually better at putting up that cold, unfeeling front, isn't he?
Or maybe that's him.
(or: sonic doesn't need to be in touch with his feelings if he pretends they don't exist in the first place)
One of my all time faves i love it so much i dont think i have the right words. shadow tries to give sonic mental health advice. it does not go well. takes place some time after Forces.
the time has come again for stars by rubyillusions
Summary: (five times someone notices sonic and shadow are in love and one time they do something about it)
sonadow, Teen. obsessed with how the characters are written here and the way all of their friends interpret their relationship it's just so cute and sweet and shit and i love it a lot.
against every odd by eggskie
Summary: "We're friends?" Nine asks, small and timid, and oh, doesn't that break Sonic's heart.
"Of course we are. We always have been. Or we always should have been."
Or: Nine isn't used to being cared about
wanna see how hard i can cry? Gen, Sonic Prime fic about sonic and tails and what they should have been.
Dreams Don't Come True by Skyblaze
Summary: Short, mildly humorous fic with sonadow flavouring. It also takes the mickey extensively out of the Sonic the Hedgehog 2006 Next Gen game. Warning: not to be taken seriously.
This fic is just really silly i like it a lot :)
A largely platonic cave by mousewritings
Summary: "You know I uh, love hanging out with you and all, but do you think we could go somewhere that's not a cave for once?"
Shadow stares at him. "What do you mean, go somewhere that's not a cave? Think you're too good for caves?"
Sonic Boom Sonic and Shadow (pre-slash sonadow) my beloveds <3<3 this fic is so funny they're so insufferable
Also, uh. I know you said only Sonic fics but i'm going to add a few more fics that i really really love from different fandoms because i reread them a lot, i hope you don't mind! ^^
Our way by shpeeper
Summary: Overall, the mission was pretty simple. Sniper was instructed to track the spy for a week, figure out his daily patterns, then put a bullet in his brain when no one is around.
No one told him there would be a kid.
An AU in which Spy raises Scout alone, and Sniper is hired to kill Spy.
Oh my fucking god i could go on about this fic. Sniperspy, Teen, TF2. filled with action and danger. Every time a new character would get introduced, i would have fun piecing together who they were in my mind. the first chapter already had me emotional, it's been in my brain for YEARS. And don't even get me STARTED with the twist at the end. holy shit.
Desmodontinae by Romiress
Summary: Kirk wakes up in a Gotham that is not his own.
A what-if, where Gods and Monsters Batman winds up in the DCU. Originally intended as a short oneshot, and expanded out into a small story, exploring the differences, struggles, and conclusions.
Focuses primarily on Kirk Langstrom (G&M Batman), with a side or Hernan Guerra (G&M Superman), Damian Wayne, and Bruce Wayne. Guest appearances by various other Robins, Clark and Jon Kent, and several others.
The Gods and Monsters DC team means so much to me and oh my god this fic was made with so much love and care for the characters. It's been a while since i read it, but i remember this fic had me staying up literally all night, eagerly going through all the chapters, one at a time. i was in bed kicking my sheets quietly irl lmao.
#answers#fanfiction#fic rec#btw if youre an author and dont want to be tagged lmk! ill remove it no questions#also im so sorry this has been sitting in my drafts for so long anon. i spent a week clicking through my history#to find fics and then trying to figure out how to format this lmao.#i dont mind these asks at all i just wish i was better at answering them!#anyway go support all these authors and more if i could there would be so many people i'd tag and gush about but i dont want to make#this post longer than it already is so ill stop here
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℧ Finding comfort (Sadie Adler x GN!Reader)
"Sadie holding hands with reader for the first time after her husband died. Maybe a lil smoochie or two," anon req but I accidentally posted what was supposed to be my draft 😭 sorry anon if u see this... I'm a lil dumb sometimes
warnings: nothing, just hand holding and some kisses, mentions of past trauma, mentions of death, some plot ofc, reader mentioned to be loud, odriscolls mentioned, drinking and smoking lmk if more.
word count: 846
enjoy.
Sadie was a bit hesitant to show love, not entirely closed off to the idea but she had her fair share of what happens when you love someone too much, and something bad happens after.
And that's what happened with her husband Jake, it was a fine evening for the both of them at the Adler Ranch, and from there it all happened fast. Next thing she knew, her husband was dead, his body thrown in a wagon outside, and she was locked in their cellar, scared.
From that moment, or from the moment she was saved by the men of the Van Der Linde Gang, she just kept her head down, which was interrupted by the occasional conversation with Abigail, or when Arthur would come and pester her about something.
Other than that she was quiet, there was nothing to do other than chores around camp or have a smoke. She missed Jake and that was the raw truth. But you, you were probably one of the loudest in camp, but it hardly bothered Sadie, you were just happy, somehow, even in the midst of all that was. Horseshoe Overlook was quiet, and your boisterous laugh was to be heard for miles.
It took her a moment to warm up to you, as she needed you for one thing in particular, a pack of cigarettes. And from there, you two confided in each other.
Fast foward to now, the gang has moved to Shady Belle. Sadie and you are together. Some people knew, others just didn't mind it. You knew what happened to Sadie back in Colter, so you didn't push for her to be more loving, or ask to be held. But she was really coming out of her shell now, she wasn't the typical woman, at least not the one you'd see sauntering around Saint Denis.
Sadie wore her yellow shirt, the suspenders that hugged her waistline just right, those brown pants and brown boots, that brown hat that you loved to steal everytime you saw her take it off.
Tonight, mostly everyone was celebrating around the campfire, drinking and acting silly, Javier playing Cielito Lindo, people drunkenly singing along. You walked around camp to find Sadie who wasn't at the campfire. You stumbled upon her sitting at the dock, her knees to her chest, smoking a cigarette, a beer bottle near her. She looks up at you before she waves, "hey."
"Why aren't you out there with the others, Sadie?" She pats the spot next to her, and you sit down.
In response, she shrugs. "Don't know, I'm a bit tired.
She adjusts.
"I was hopin' you'd find me out here." She finished her sentence.
"Understood," you nodded your head. Your hand, comes down to your side, just holding yourself up.
Sadie wasn't very touchy with you, sometimes she'd put her hand on your waist but that was it. You understood why though, it's what you had to be, understanding. She had a temperament, a little angry all the time.
"How was yer day then?" She looked out to the pond in front of the both of you.
"Alright, calm if you ask me, yours?"
Sadie smiles, "Good. Mine was okay, just that incessant yapping spewin' right out of Pearsons mouth all hours of the day, makes me want to choke him."
You laughed, "I know, I know, but please don't, for all of our sakes. Unless you plan on cooking for everyone here." Sadie shivered at the thought. Shaking her head.
"No."
"I thought so!" You smile.
A moment of silence passes though the both of you, the sounds of the little crickets and other critters breaking that silence.
You could feel Sadie looking at you as you looked at the pond.
Her hand creeps near yours, an attempt at some form of love.
Her pinky touches yours, and your eyes flick down to what was happening. Then Sadie just grabs ahold of your hand, looking into your eyes, searching for a response.
Your lips form a smile.
Sadie speaks, "Can- I.. er.. kiss you?" She asks, almost in a murmur, it was clear she was nervous.
"Yes, Sadie." You said, happy that she would even ask. Your breathing is almost erratic by now, and so was hers. The first time she'd ever kissed you, the first time she'd ever held your hand. Sadie's hand guides itself to your jaw, bringing you closer.
There was no turning back, this is how it felt to love Sadie, and for Sadie to love you back with no fear.
Her breath smelt of whiskey and cigarettes, but you didn't care, she was all consuming. Her kiss was soft and a little impatient, as if shed been wanting this for as long as you did.
You both pull back, and Sadie just stares at you, "I love you..." She spoke, her hand locking in with yours.
"I love you too." Your wide grin showed, and a laugh erupted. Sadie enjoyed that, hearing your happy, your silly smile made her want to kiss you all over.
a/n if u liked that, pls req more!
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getting your daughter ready for her first day of pre-school | l.yy
➸ request from yellow anon; hi sadie! i hope you're doing wonderful these days <3 i miss yangyang and julia content sooooo can you maybe do yangyang getting emotional sending julia off to her first day of pre-school? you can do this request whenever you want to, no rush! -yellow anon
➸ note; hi thank u so much yellow anon bestie!! i had so much fun writing this and i can’t wait to get back into writing now!
➸ word count; 1404 words
➸ julia; aged 3
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‘I don’t think I can do this,’ Yangyang declares, back flat against the mattress as he stares up at your bedroom ceiling.
You’ve only just silenced your alarm, groggily stretching your legs and shifting around in his arms, getting comfortable, but he’s wide awake, dreading the thought of having to send his baby girl off to school for the first time.
‘I just hope she makes friends,’ you ruminate, several scenarios running through your mind all at once. Julia was a sociable and friendly girl, already having a best friend in Ten’s oldest, Charlie, who was a year younger than her in school, and thus won’t be joining her today. Visions of Julia potentially not fitting in or struggling to talk to the other children make your heart split in two.
‘I just hope she makes friends,’ you ruminate, several scenarios running through your mind all at once. Julia was a sociable and friendly girl, already having a best friend in Ten’s oldest, Charlie, who was a year younger than her in school, and thus won’t be joining her today. Visions of Julia potentially not fitting in or struggling to talk to the other children make your heart split in two.
‘I just hope she makes friends,’ you ruminate, several scenarios running through your mind all at once. Julia was a sociable and friendly girl, already having a best friend in Ten’s oldest, Charlie, who was a year younger than her in school, and thus won’t be joining her today. Visions of Julia potentially not fitting in or struggling to talk to the other children make your heart split in two.
‘See, you’re worrying too,’ Yangyang gives you a lukewarm smile, slightly teasing but also mirroring your worry, ‘to be honest, my stomach hurts. I feel sick.’
‘My chest hurts,’ you admit, ‘mix of worry for her but also it hurts how old she’s getting. She’s so big and independent, I remember when she was just our little baby girl, just born in her crib.’
‘I miss it too,’ Yangyang smiles, thinking back on the fond memories, ‘maybe we should make another one.’
‘No, not yet,’ you dismiss the suggestion immediately, ‘maybe in a few more years, when I’ve caught up on some sleep.’
‘Fair point,’ Yangyang mumbles sleepily, ‘speaking of which, we should probably wake the sleeping lion up. Make her some breakfast.’
‘We have the right stuff for pancakes?’ You check, knowing Julia’s favourite.
‘Yeah, I checked last night. I knew she’d probably ask.’
The two of you sleepily toddle into your toddler’s bedroom, which is illuminated only by a small pink nightlight.
Julia herself is fast asleep, bundled in a heap of blankets and stuffed animals, notably her Jellycat sheep bought by her uncle Kun.
‘Jules,’ Yangyang lightly shakes her awake. She grunts in protest, squirming around and chasing the warmth that has been made as she’s slept.
‘Julia,’ he tries again, and this time her eyes flutter open, meeting her fathers own identical ones.
‘Wha-‘ she mutters, tiny hands starting to rub at her eyes.
‘It’s a really exciting day today Jules,’ Yangyang smiles, ‘it’s school today, remember what I told you about? I’m going to make you special pancakes, ok?’
Julia nods sleepily, approving of this plan, and and you lift her up by her armpits, setting her down in the middle of the room so you can start getting her dressed.
In the Liu household, ‘special pancakes’ are characterised by blueberries being mixed into the batter, as well as seven different shades of food colouring so that the pancake stack forms a rainbow. Naturally, Julia only eats two or three of the toddler-sized pancakes, so you and Yangyang gorge on the rest. Julia just appreciates the visuals.
Yangyang takes his place in the kitchen while you set out Julia’s outfit for the day, which you had meticulously chosen the day before.
You wanted something she could play comfortably in, something she could get messy with paint or pens or dirt if needed, so you chose a plain lilac shirt and some dark blue cotton trousers.
‘I don’t know if I should dress her now or not,’ you say, ‘cause if she eats pancakes she’s just going to get muck all over them before we even leave.’
‘Good point,’ Yangyang has just served the last pancake of the stack, ‘i’ll get her ready once she’s finished.’
‘But you’ve already done her breakfa-‘
‘Don’t worry about it,’ Yangyang hums, kissing your cheek, ‘just get her packed lunch out the fridge and make sure her bag is all packed and we’re golden.’
‘Okay,’ you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat and taking a seat at the table.
The three of you happily chow down on your pancakes - Yangyang really makes great pancakes - and as there’s no time to waste, dishes are quickly thrown into the dishwasher.
Yangyang takes Julia to get dressed in her bedroom, as you rifle through her little backpack, double checking everything that should be there is there.
‘Change of clothes, sun hat, rain hat, empty bottle- lunchbox.’
You head over to the fridge and pull it out. It’s cute, light pink with her favourite Kakao friends character on.
You and Yangyang had already made up her lunch and packed the bag the night before to save yourself time this morning. You had both had throughly enjoyed making the food for her, cutting up ham sandwiches with a star shaped cookie cutter and making little fruit kebabs with grapes and apples.
You’re just slipping the lunch bag into the backpack when Yangyang appears in the doorway, Julia on his hip.
‘Oh, are we ready to go?’ You smile, ‘I love your outfit Jules.’
She looked so cute, Yangyang had tied her thin hair into a tiny ponytail.
‘Mummy/mommy, I don’t want to go,’ Julia sniffles, small hands balled into fists, ‘I want to stay and play with you all day.’
You feel your heart split into two, and judging by Yangyang’s expression, he’s feeling the same way.
‘Aww, Jules,’ you try to remain strong and reassuring to her, ‘you’ll have so much fun! There will be so many nice people and cool toys to play with. And mummy/mommy and daddy have made you star sandwiches that you can have while you’re there.’
She seems a bit less apprehensive, but still a bit nervous.
‘And you’ve met your teacher,’ Yangyang points out, ‘Miss Choi was really nice wasn’t she? She’ll take good care of you.’
Julia nods, remembering the settling in session she’d been to.
‘And you’ll have so much fun all day, that before you know it, mummy/mommy and daddy will be back to pick you up.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah sweetheart. It’ll go so fast.’
‘Ok, I’ll go.’
‘That’s my girl,’ Yangyang grins, ‘let’s go get our shoes on.’
A few minutes of velcro straps and putting on coats one arm at a time later, you’re walking to the car.
You can sense Yangyang’s emotions even without seeing his face; he doesn’t want to let her go. Regardless, he hides it well in front of his daughter, strapping her safely into her car seat.
‘I’ll drive,’ you hold up the keys, ‘I don’t think you’re in a fit state to do it yourself.’
He laughs weakly at this, ‘you’re not wrong.’
The drive is filled with mostly Disney music (specifically Encanto and Frozen, Julia’s favourites) which has become a regular daily occurrence for your drives. You worry for your Spotify wrapped.
Eventually you make it to the pre-school, where several teary parents and small children are descending on the entrance.
Yangyang takes a deep breath before unloading Julia and her bag from the car, holding her little hand as the three of you walk across the car park.
‘Mr and Mrs Liu, it’s so nice to see you both, and Julia!’ Miss Choi smiles, ‘I know you’re probably both a bit emotional today, but before you both know it it’ll be home time.’
You squeeze Yangyang’s hand.
‘Are you ready to go Jules?’
She nods her head shyly, taking her backpack from your hands.
‘You can put that on your peg over there Julia,’ Miss Choi motions towards the lines of pegs for the children.
Julia realises this means she’ll have to venture off without either you or Yangyang, so she turns back to the two of you, brown eyes wide in worry.
You both crouch down to her level.
‘There’s nothing to worry about Jules,’ you reassure her, ‘we’ll be back very soon, ok?’
‘Bye bye mummy/mommy.’
‘Bye angel,’ you hug her, ‘love you.’
‘Love you too. Bye daddy.’
‘Bye bye Jules,’ Yangyang hugs her too, I love you.’
‘I love you too daddy.’
‘I know sweetheart. You wanna go put your bag on your peg?’
She nods, waving one last time before rushing over to her peg, before disappearing out of sight into the toddler room of the pre-school.
‘Can I cry now?’ Yangyang breaks the sad silence.
‘In the car,’ you answer simply.
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4 ] "you can stay at my place."
How much would you mind doing pruk for this? If not then fruk would be wonderful too!
Something short and sweet, Anon, just for u
From dialogue prompts
Characters: England/ Prussia, pruk
Human AU
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‘Oh fuck.’
‘What?’
Gilbert patted his pockets one more time, turning out his phone and wallet and lighter to desperately press his fingers down further into the material in case he’d missed a hole or fold.
‘What.’
‘My keys. Fucking forgot my house keys.’
Arthur took a drag of his cigarette, tip flaring red before he flicked it away with practised ease, ‘Or lost them.’
‘Fuck you.’
‘Can you get in the building, at least?’
‘The keyring’s got my building’s key card on it. Doesn’t matter if my flat’s unlocked, I can’t get to it.’
‘Night staff?’
‘How much fucking money do you think I make? Do you I look rich to you?’
Arthur took another drag and let the smoke out through his nose, ‘When’d you last see them.’
‘I fucking hate that question. If I knew that, I wouldn’t be panicking, would I?’
Gilbert scanned the bus stop around them, as if hoping to find his house keys magically waiting for him on the ground, unnoticed until that very moment. It was dark, the overhead streetlamp holding them in a muted pool of yellow, and outside this was nothing but the passing head and tail lights of cars. If he had lost his keys, he wouldn’t find anything out there without carding his phone’s torch across the ground. Even then it wouldn’t do much. The club they’d played in was two Tube line changes away- there was no hope.
Arthur shrugged and watched Gilbert circle the small scratched hut of Perspex glass from his leaning spot on the awkward bus stop ledges. His guitar stood beside him, resting against a hip, and he held it steady as he shifted his weight from one foot to another, ‘Can’t help you then, can I.’
‘Shit. Fuck!’
‘Call Ludwig.’
‘He’s out of town; he can't help. With some mate of his somewhere.’
‘The Italian one?’
‘Yeah.’
Arthur snorted, ‘They’re shagging.’
‘You’re really not helping.’
‘Well there’s nothing I can do, is there? Or you for that matter.’ Arthur dropped his cigarette end on the floor and stepped on it with his heel, ‘If you left them at home, you can go to the building tomorrow and it’s fine. If you’ve lost them, you’ll have to call Ludwig in the morning or get a locksmith. Either way, nothing you can do now.’
‘Great, but what am I doing to do in the meantime?’
Gilbert luckily had his phone and his wallet- credit cards intact. He wasn’t too drunk but his phone wouldn’t last long without being charged and then calling anyone would be impossible. He didn’t live in London, didn’t know anyone in the city, but didn’t want to leave just to head back to the home counties and wander the streets till morning. Better to find a late night place here, or early morning cafe to pass the time till everything else woke up. No chance of that at home.
‘You can stay with me. Obviously.’ Gilbert must have made a face because Arthur gave him a funny look, ‘What?’
‘Nothing.’
‘You didn’t think I’d offer?’
‘I...’ Gilbert rubbed at the back of his head, ‘I hadn’t thought about it.’
‘Christ.’ Arthur pulled up his phone to check the time and glanced up at the screen showing the bus time table, ‘Sit down and stop pacing. We’ve got half an hour left and you’re stressing me out.’
Gilbert sat against the slanted bench, careful of Arthur’s guitar between them. His own drums were at home, too precious to risk potential ruin in a sticky, grimy basement of a random London pub. Gilbert’s fingers still tingled from playing, a furious playlist of their favourites, and Arthur’s voice sounded hoarse and strained. Too much alcohol and not enough warm-up for either of them.
It had been dammed worth it, even after.
'Don't you live in a house share?'
'Got any better options?'
'Where am I gonna sleep.'
'You take the bed, I'll take the floor.'
Arthur would not take the floor. They'd wind up together, a tangle of limbs pressed close and then closer still, eyes wide and alert in the dark. Maybe they'd blame it on the beer. Maybe they'd never speak of it again. Or maybe they would, Gilbert smiling whenever he almost loses his keys as he remembered this night, this bus stop, and all the times in between.
Right then, though, Gilbert jostled Arthur with his shoulder. 'Cheers.'
'Watch the guitar.'
'Fuck you.'
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“Woooaah! This place is so cool!! Everything is so bright!”
The little zorua wiggled around excitedly looking around at everything with wonder.
“Oooooh! Thats ‘Elesa?!’ He is so pretty!”
[Zorua Anon]
Emmet was now alone since Ingo went off with Echo- well, not necessarily alone, as they were holding the little Zorua in their arms. They smiled down at the Zorua and hummed thoughtfully. "He sure is..." they murmured softly with a bit of blush dusting their face. They ignored the heat and chalked it up to the building being hot. "Regardless, you're probably going to stick around a bit, huh? Do you have a name, little one?"
They lifted their gaze when they heard cheering from the crowd. Elesa sent out his Pokemon from his held Quick Ball. Sparkles exploded outwards in an elaborate display, and the spotlights were positioned to focus on the Emolga that was flying around the stadium. Unlike most Emolga who were black and yellow in color, this Emolga was paler. She was more brown instead of black, and the yellow was a bit duller, marking her as a shiny.
Emmet knew this Emolga. Her name was Vetra and she was a speedy flier and often U-turned out of battle. The pivoting allowed Elesa to gain control of a battle. If the challenger didn't work around the pivoting, then they wouldn't have a chance to regain control.
In response to the Emolga, the challenger sent out a Garchomp. This Pokemon was rather small for a Garchomp, and scarred from many fights in the brutal wilderness. He was even missing an eye. That didn't stop him from letting out a guttural roar that got the attention of the crowd.
"A classic Ground Type strategy," Emmet commented as they began to pet the Zorua's little head. "Unfortunately for the challenger, Vetra has U-Turn instead of Volt Switch now. It's to deal with pesky Ground Types. It won't do too much damage, but it'll allow Vetra to pivot out into a different Pokemon, yup yup!"
#pokemon#chapter 2#submas#zorua#zorua anon#subway master emmet#emmet pokemon#pokemon emmet#emmet#gym leader elesa#pokemon elesa#elesa pokemon
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💌 here’s a free gush pass for officer k!
OH 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 AHHH!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON you are so so sweet!!!!!!!!!!! This is just what I needed today!!! 🥺🥺💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
Officer K!!! OOGHH WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN????? I've been yearning for him just about every day!!! Definitely one of my top favorite RG F/Os, probably even within the top three!!!! ;u;
I'm gonna go OFF, thank you, sweet anon, for allowing me to explode:
I've been dying to gush about Officer K and how he's become synonymous with Elvis. to me.
I used to be a hardcore Elvis fan when I was ten years old -- you know, normal, like all ten year olds. How did anybody assume I was neurotypical when I had an Elvis themed birthday party and did absolutely nothing but live, eat, and breathe Elvis Presley for a full year? Elvis on my walls, my mugs, my backpacks, my lunchbox, my clothes, my mousepad, even my breath mint case was a guitar shape with Elvis' face on it. You know, like all ten year olds have?? ANYWAY. I fell out of liking Elvis as I grew up, then flash forward to a decade later, I'm watching all these Ryan movies and there's so many instances where he'll say a line and it'll have the same bit of drawl or click of the tongue the way Elvis did, the same push/control of breath that makes his voice curve "up", and I'd think "huh... that sounds... familiar"
Then I watched br2049 for the first time, and there is that scene where an Elvis hologram shows up, glitching, singing "suspicious minds" for a moment, and it got me all excited. K was looking at it curiously for that split, split, SPLIT blink-and-you-miss-it second, and "I can't help falling in love with you" played a minute later, and he looked at the hologram again for just one moment. I just... started associating him with Elvis from that point forward. I don't even know if he liked Elvis' songs while they were playing; he was kind of, uh, going through quite a lot at the time, haha. but if he knew I liked Elvis' music/voice quite a bit, he'd come to associate it with me, and maybe he'd like it too.
I really love daydreaming about him coming home from a long day, he's just exhausted and jaded and there's this ache in his chest, and I know exactly what to do to try to make him feel better, feel loved, wanted -- or maybe I wake up from a nightmare or something, and he knows exactly what to do, to make me feel safe, cared for, secure -- I don't go a single day without daydreaming about us holding hands during those moments when we need each other terribly, slow dancing a little bit in his living room while playing Elvis records. He could just easily play the songs instantaneously from another device that would fill the whole room, but there's something... different... about a record player that he's so dearly drawn to. It's all Barbie pink (I had to bring it to him from some other dimension after all!), and he likes the faint sound of the stylus scratching, the little bits of static electricity.
"Love Me Tender" makes me teary-eyed every single time I listen to it now, just because it makes me feel so comforted to think about him. I think he'd hum it softly in my ear while we're slow dancing. Or just laying on the couch and cuddling, his coat as a makeshift blanket for the both of us, him rubbing my back and my fingers in his hair. If I can't sleep, he'll tell me fairytales in a soothing voice. Most of them he makes up on the spot, something something there's a princess with stars glittering in her hair, something something there is a stable boy named Joe who falls in love with the princess, something something he works to become her knight to protect her at all costs... she makes him feel like a prince even though everyone else views him as a mindless, worthless thing; he makes her feel safe and loved and like she's almost herself again when they have late night talks in a garden full of yellow flowers. They make each other feel things they have been missing out on for so long. And they live happily ever after. He always makes sure to end it that way; always a happy ending.
"It's Now or Never" is one of my favorites to associate with him too... when I listen to that song, I often think about him looking out his apartment window, waiting to see a shooting star (for context, my self insert enters universes via falling star, then transforming into a human once reaching the ground). He can never see a star in the sky, not in that universe, not when there's smog and advertisements in your face all the time, not when there's so much pollution, that the only stars, the only sunlight he could ever dream of seeing is a picture or drawing in a textbook. But he sees one star so vividly every few nights twinkling above him and slowly drifting toward where he is, whether that's home or in his office or out in the field. And he drops everything and bolts outside toward it, catches it, then tucks the star away in his coat, protecting it from the cold as he walks back inside. If he's going into his apartment, he feels a surge of protectiveness overtaking him. All of these people yelling at him, spitting at him, shoving him, throwing slurs in his direction - none of that matters, he's got a star tucked away near his heart and he's gotta make sure nothing happens to it. If he's getting shoved, he turns his body so he only gets hit in the shoulder or the back, not the chest or whichever side where the star might be tucked away. When he goes inside his apartment, he locks the door, takes a breath -- and suddenly there she is, there's his girl, still a bit of stardust in her hair from her travels. And we hug!!! One of those big tight hugs where you close your eyes and your fingers curl in the fabric of the other person's clothes. Desperate. And he lets out this big SIGH of relief.
I think about him listening to "Rubberneckin'" and he pauses and says "hey sweetheart... what does that mean?" "what?" "rubberneckin', what is that?" 👀 cue a visual demonstration here. it really doesn't help that the song has girls moaning in the background that he asks about too lmao
You know that scene where he's walking through the ruins of Las Vegas? I always remember "Viva Las Vegas" when I watch it. One of these days I hope to make a (very roughly) sketched animatic for the first 40 seconds of that song with Officer K.
"Baby, Let's Play House" describes K very well, as he literally comes home every day and plays house with Joi lol. That's not one of my favorite songs but I listen to it on occasion and think of him. "Don't Be Cruel" is probably my favorite Elvis song to associate with him so far. I always think of dancing to it with him, and him laughing. Actually laughing. Feeling good. I want him to be so happy around me. "Bossa Nova" is a good dancing song for us too!
I think about AUs for Driver and K, like, what is it called... a greaser AU? 70's AU? I just want the excuse to draw them in a black jacket, me in a cute poodle skirt, us sharing a milkshake at a diner or dancing to a jukebox. I wanna draw things. I WANNA DRAW THINGS.
ANYWAY ANYWAY I've rambled enough. Thank you SO MUCH for giving me this free gush pass. Whoever you are, I am sending you the biggest hug and lots of love and chocolates and all of your favorite flowers. That was really nice of you to brighten up my inbox after such a hard day ;w; and it's so sweet of you to remember how much I love this guy. Ahhh. This means a lot to me. I hope when you get something from the vending machine, it gives you two snacks for the price of one. I hope you find money on the ground. I hope all of your favorite songs come on the radio when you go grocery shopping. I hope you have the most delicious meal in the world the next time you go out. Thank you for your kindness, it doesn't go unnoticed. Quite the opposite. Sending you so much joy and love and good vibes 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
#anonymous#asks#keepsake#self insert asks#love notes#💕♬♪ ♡ I can't help falling in love with you ☆- ̗̀💛 ̖́-☆
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hello my dear i am so late but i have just seen you reblogged this andddd if you'd still like to: 💛 🔐🍌🌝 and if u want~ ⭐️ boop
(yes, there's a yellow theme <33 to match ur blog~)
Hellooo!! Don't worry better late than never haha (and also that gives me an opportunity to fill the 💛 asked by that poor anon whom I had completely forgotten, I'm so sorry buddy I promise I was just very busy 😭)
How cute and thoughtful ✨
- 💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?
Not to sound like a narcissist, but I love a lot of stuff about myself xD (on good days at least lmao) I'd say my favorite is my hands, everyone compliments them at some point or another haha. They're very long and slender and even though I got shit for them (during the anon hate period for those who remember, they said they looked like a skeleton's hand xD) I still love them a lot~ it's just a struggle to find rings lmao
- 🔐 something no one would guess about you
That I'm bald !! Well maybe a few people know because of that picrew I posted a while ago but yeah I have no hair left lmao xD well I'm not completely hairless, I just probably have 1 cm left of hair (0,3 inches for our american friends~) I think it's absolutely not something people expect, especially when I'm wearing a cap or a beanie but I've been rocking that haircut for a year now almost and I still love it so much xD (this is the sign you're looking for if you wanna shave your head 😉)
- 🍌 what is one talent you wish you had
Play the piano ! Or any instrument honestly haha. I used to play the flute but I forgot how to and now I wish I could go back in time. I miss playing music. One day I'll definitely get back to it !!!
- 🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone
Oh god I have no idea cause I watch so much scary or weird stuff, most of the things I think about have trigger warning lists as long as my arm 💀 Perhaps a tamer one would be Love, Death and Robots ? It's a great show, lots of amazing episodes and while some episodes are a bit forgettable, some of them are mindblowing. Definitely worth a watch !
mention of eating disorder and mental health
- ⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?
Definitely overcoming my eating disorders. I struggled for a long time and after 8 years I'm finally free from this hell. It took a lot of work, dedication and sacrifices and I'm proud of myself for surviving and thriving today. It's important because someone close to me couldn't recover from it, to this day they're still suffering in the throes of an0rex1a like I used to be. We still call each other regularly and seeing me recover and have the life they could never have has made them feel a lot better. They will most likely never get better but at least they didn't see me fall victim to this horrible disease too. My recovery is bringing them the happiness they deserve. It's important for me and for them and in the end that's why this is my biggest accomplishment as it goes beyond my sole experience. I hope to one day share my story and help those beyond my circle of friends and family
Thank you so much Waterfall for all those asks 💖
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What's your opinion on Warren? I know youre wanting to compare it to what others are thinking but maybe getting it all written down will help you figure out where the writing for that episode went wrong for you. At least, that's what helps me when I find a disconnect with a character and the story. Also sorry for the anon, feel free to ignore if you don't want to answer!
aww this is really nice of you to ask, thank u!
i feel really bad for warren is my initial opinion. i think I get stuck on a couple things with him, the biggest one being the fact that the main 3 make fun of his appearance. I don't think anyone should ever use someone's appearance against them, especially aspects they can't change/have no control over, so to see the Favs doing that was jarring. however, @dhmis-autism had a cool interpretation that makes me think that the main 3's behavior here wasn't under their control. but i dunno, even then it seemed like that scene was meant just to make the audience laugh at jokes about someone's appearance.
that really might be the only problem i have with this episode actually, haha. I dunno, at first I didn't like that Warren's whole lesson on friendship was made fun of, but really, his lessons do kinda suck, and that's the point. I think that Warren is supposed to be an example of what a lot of social education/training programs end up being --- performative and run by the very people who perpetuate the problems. it's like, the meaningful lessons ARE there, but Warren misses the mark just enough to make it seem like what he's teaching is helpful, while it's not.
makes me think of the training i've had for like, teacher/student professionalism and workplace conduct and junk like that. i've had too many experiences where the people running that training are the people who take advantage of their positions to commit the very acts the training condemns.
it took me a while to get to this conclusion, and i don't even know how accurate it is, but it's a lot better than my initial impression anyway and i guess i feel a lot less bad for warren lol. at first he just reminded me of actual friends I have/had, and while i've had to cut some people out of my life for having these behaviors, I wouldn't wish them to be treated the way warren was. he also has feelings I can relate to, with demanding respect in relationships and feeling lonely and desperate for a certain kind of connection and to have someone to share a certain experience with (restaurant-style meal lol).
in conclusion lol, warren is complicated for me, full of things i sympathize with and also hate. that's probably the show's intention. idk lol. I think @dhmis-autism's analysis can also fit in with my interpretation, that warren is a manifestation of yellow guy's insecurity (I hope i'm paraphrasing correctly), which makes it even more cool.
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speaking of navia, you remind me of her sm 😭 /pos i think it's just the general friendly and lovely vibes?? +++ if navia's whole aesthetic were pink instead of yellow
she's super pretty and sweet and so are you, miss catte <3333
OMG 🥺🥺 ANON ?!? This is literally so sweet of you 😭 I adore Navia’s personality sm so this made me smile lots and lots 😭💕🫶 thank you so much for viewing me in such a nice way, babes 🫶🫶 I’m giving u lots and lots of hugs and warm chocolate rn omg
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A/N: G/N reader, Halloween themed! I’m glad you have been enjoying it anon!
Day 14: Stockings
Word count: 1344
Warnings: NSFT, smut
AO3 Kinktober Masterlist
It hadn't been compulsory to come to the base Halloween party, for religious or personal preference. Yet, Harry encouraged everyone to come on the grounds that it would bring people together and act as a time for teams to socialise outside of the battlefield. Which is how Jordan found himself in a half-arsed Walter White costume talking to Miles who wore an impressive Blade costume with fake metal stakes and all.
Miles glanced over Jordan's shoulder and let out a laugh, his grin spreading across his face. Confused, Jordan turned to see a familiar pair of legs and Yumiko. There Yumiko stood in a picture-perfect mirror of Jordan's usual self. His eyes fell from the goggles on her face to the wraps around her hands. She laughed when she made eye contact with Jordan, a roll in his eyes. "Told you it would be funny." You whispered next to her as you approached. Jordan focused on your legs and squinted at you.
You could have sworn you saw his cheeks go a little red as he examined the stockings that covered your legs and hid down into the heels. "My eye are up here." You pointed to the black circles on the white sheet that made up the majority of your costume. There was almost a loon of relief on Jordan's face when he recognised your voice.
"Let me guess, sexy ghost and sexy chemist?" Miles joked as he held his drink. His laughter became an uproar when Jordan shot him a look, laughter which you and Yumiko joined in on.
“Hilarious as always Miles.” Jordan finally chuckled to himself, never one to bring the mood down.
“So my question is what took you two so long, I think you two are the last we have seen all night. Even Eliza came and left.”
“Shit really? Did she dress up?” You said from under the sheet, something that made it a little hard to take you seriously.
“As a cat, had this hat on with ears but that was the extent of it.” Miles explained.
“Awh, I can’t believe I missed it.”
“Elena took some photos earlier maybe she-” Jordan had barely finished his sentence as you rushed off to where Elena stood in the corner of the room.
“You really should have seen that coming. Anyway, the pair of us were trying to figure out the smallest hole they could fit through.” Yumiko spoke, her face and tone were completely neutral. Jordan saw little of you after that until eventually, he retired his way back to his dorm. The yellow suit was loosely clinging to him when he opened the door. However, you had managed to beat him to his room and now lay on his bed. With your phone in your hands, you lay on your front, legs swinging in the air. Without looking up your voice called out to the man.
“Hey Jordan, have fun?” The mask that lay around his neck was discarded.
“Yeah I did, I hope you did too boo-utiful.” You rolled your eyes under the sheet at his pun and rolled onto your back before you sat up, legs dangling off the side of his bed. “So what's with the ghost costume.”
“Don’t like it?”
“Oh I do, it shows off some of your best assets.” His eyes wandered from the bottom of your legs up to the top of your thighs where stockings finished with a ring of lace. “I can’t help but wonder what's under the sheet.” His eyes flickered up to where yours would be, only the black two circles.
“What I was wearing at the time is over there.” You pointed to the chair by his desk, one that had a white shirt and shorts on it. A few seconds ticked and Jordan realised what that meant.
“Fuck.” He let out a groan as his mind wandered, imagination getting the best of him. “Baby, oh god.” He practically dropped to his knees in front of you, hands on your ankle. You lift your left leg in the air for easier access and he ran his hand up and down the fabric. Kisses trailed up on the inside of your leg until he reached the top and his eyes flashed up. He snapped the top of the stocking causing you to make a light jump and used the opportunity to snatch the sheet away from your body.
He practically froze when the sheet was thrown to the floor, your body completely naked. “You alright there Mr White?” This managed to snap him out of the dazed state, a smirk on your face. Your free leg raised and you planted your heel in the middle of his chest. With a push, you forced him to let go of you. He fell back and looked up at you with a lustful gaze. A laugh left your lips and you cross your ankles innocently. “Strip.” Came your command and Jordan rushed to obey it, his shirt was flung off and he practically ripped the costume off himself. There in front of you, he stood, cock red with arousal, eyes glued on you.
As a reward, you threw the frog dispenser up at him which he promptly caught with ease. He practically groaned as he spread the lube over his cock. With both hands, he ran them up the fabric on your legs, a tight grip to prevent you from moving. With a sudden yank, he pulled you further down the bed and shut your legs so they were hard-pressed together. Was he going to…? The thought on your mind was pushed away as he pushed his cock between your thigh, the lubrication making it slide in between them with ease. His dick brushed against your pelvis and he let out a grunt when he started to fuck your thighs.
Jordan's eyes fluttered closed as he gript you tight, his cock rubbing down against you and his tip would just peak out with every thrust. “Having fun there?” Your voice was far more lustful than you had intended. His eye peeked open, voice breathless.
“You have no idea. You're such a pretty fucking sight.”
“Is that why your eyes were closed?” You teased, your body moving back and forwards on his bed while he continued.
“You, nh, got me there. What can I say your pretty overwhelming.” Your hand snaked down and managed to graze your fingers around the tip of his cock when it poked through your thighs. Yet it slipped through your grasp and Jordan swore out at the contact. Your fingers moved to the side of your legs, lightly playing with the fabric, knowing fully well that Jordan was watching you the entire time. He used one arm to hold both your legs and the free one joined ones of yours before he planted his hand firmly against it and gave it a hard squeeze. His hand stayed there as his pace quickened, his end coming near.
“I swear I feel like I’m a goddamn teenager again with you.” He breathed out, face scrunched up. “Oh fuck.” He started to chant out, mixed with praises of your name. With one final thrust, he buried his cock between your thighs and his cum shot out, coating your stomach and chest. Some managed to hit you in the chin, narrowly missing your face. The hot liquid warmed your skin and he eventually let your legs go, free to fall down again, the heels briefing knocking against each other as you regain control over your legs. Jordan panted out long breaths and he ran a hand through his hair, eventually looking up at your smug expression.
“I hope you not calling it a night Jordan.” Your tongue ran over your teeth as you wriggled back on the bed, now in a comfortable lazy position. In response he squinted his eyes and started to crawl over your body, his cum brushing against his bare body.
“Oh trust me, baby, I won’t be done with you for a while.”
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O!Erling and A! Odegaard enjoying a lazy Saturday Morning:
Martin is frustrated after yesterday's game and feels like he failed his team despite his trying his best. Man City is quickly climbing the ladder behind Arsenal, and Erling(though elated) is understanding of his boyfriend's feelings
He gets up early and makes him a breakfast in bed with all his fav things.
(IDK much about Norwegian food Lefse was very good but I have the weirdest food preferences so you help me w what you think Martin would like but whatever it is Erling makes it)
(do swedish ppl and norwegian ppl eat similar food? Sorry for the proximity bias lol)
Martin is upset at first waking up alone
But he hears his man in the kitchen and calms himself down
I headcannon Erling doesn’t like breakfast food so maybe he makes himself a mini pizza
Erling’s hatred of breakfast would always make martin laugh bc its very out of character for him
Erling bringing up the food
They are silent until theyre half way done w their meal
Alot to unpack
Some media sources contributing their shit performance due to his “distraction” aka his relationship w Erling
A LOAD of online hate from supporters and opponents
Fans worried Erling is tryng to sabotage him mentally so Arsenal fumbles the league
Opponents just saying this is what happens when you sleep w S*ts
Live love twitter trolls you know.
Erling reaffirms that he was the heart of the game and that he did his best
Real fans still love him and if he wants to do better he needs to keep his head up
Martin in turn checking on haaland bc of the missed pk
Erling’s dm’s always weird b/c 50% normal hate
Like ppl saying hes a machine and he ran out of oil and thats why he missed the shot (Completely igoring his other goal)
Others saying its an example of omegas craking underpressure
Hyperanlysing the kick and saying its indicative of a bad future
Despite the fact that its like the only goal he’s missed????
Twats
Some fans want an end to their relationship bc it stresses THEM out as if Erling’s personal life is their business
The Erling are Marting are in love and trolls wont change that
Martin is very appreciative of his boyfriend’s gesture and he show it.
The two usually have such strict schedules but for now they’ll relax with their food and a harry potter marathon (I see them adopting a yellow lab so perhaps their dog is in bed watching with them.
ok before answering the hcs i’m so fascinated by u anon when did u try lefse ❤️ we do eat some similar food but not all but also i like to hand wave around it and claim scandinavian privilege for fic purposes❤️ (sometimes i just make up what fits my ideas best. it’s my universe now)
martin knowing disappointment so well, he’s lost enough games with norway, spent enough time loaned out from rm and all that so arsenal kinda choking is such a dark but familiar feeling for him 😔 so erling tries his hardest to help him relax by making breakfast for him… it’d be so funny if erling was like hey babe did you see what they’re saying about us. and martin is all. you shouldn’t read that you know but erling just finds it funny how much people hate him so he’ll read out loud from his phone about how people think he has an evil master plan to destroy martins psyche so city can come out on top (as if i’d do that to team norway.. fuck up our team dynamic forever just for that… he sighs)
also about the penalty kick.. that was like the first one he’s missed in what two years??? but people are tearing him DOWN over it, and martin can sense that he doesn’t really find it that funny anymore. maybe it’s getting to him a little:(( like erling is not even twenty three and he’s trying and working SO hard and martin makes sure he knows that it’s appreciated but trolls online are SO harsh. they both just need a pick me up lol
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not the orginal anon but i loved your wg rodi/mus story! can you perhaps write a follow up when he goes to meet this mystery admirer? (if possible i would love for the angst about his wg continue :))
hope u doing well! and thanks in advance
Part One
Rodi/mus pranced his way through the corridors of the Lost Li/ght, rounding turn after turn until he stood in front of his habsuit door. His spark fluttered with excitement, for he was finally going to meet his secret admirer. Prim/us, he waited long enough, and everyone knew he hated surprises.
No.
He liked surprises, just hated waiting for them. The dear captain was a bit impatient after all.
He enjoyed immediate results (well, if he didn’t need to provide these required results, that is). The red and yellow mech was one of action!
Wasting no time, he beelined it to his wash rack, turned the solvent, and stepped under the stream. Nice hot fluids cascaded over his frame. Rodi/mus found this one of the most relaxing times of the day: standing mindlessly under the shower. Why? He liked to imagine all the dirt getting rinsed off his beautiful frame. Also, he felt like it rinsed all his worries away. Down the drain you go!
Upon rubbing the washcloth over his body this time, his woes didn’t slough off him like in prior experiences. Instead, they clung like bugs splattered across one’s windshield when speeding down a road. This was caused by several reasons.
The major one is his weight gain. While he loved the scrumptious snacks gifted to him (clearly, by his expanding midsection), he missed his sleek frame. Looking down, his paunch expanded out a bit, hanging over his hips. Running his servo across his waist revealed a soft and squishy feeling that resembled a water balloon, not the firm tautness it once sported.
However, that special note claimed to not care about his now squishier belly, right?
The next worry was, who was the mystery mech? Sure, he had a major guess, but what if he was wrong? What if this mech was someone who would not be a desirable date? Rodi/mus could think of a couple that would fit that bill. While Swe/rve was a fun guy, he wouldn’t really be dating material: his mouth formed weird trapezoid shapes when he spoke at times. Weird.
Another lousy date would be Whi/rl. I mean… come on, the captain didn’t like to be mean, but that mech didn’t even have a real face. And he was just too obnoxious! Like, all the time, too.
The third wrong choice of a date sprung to the Auto/bot’s mind and made him drop the soap he was dousing the cloth in; Prim/us, what if it was Mega/tron? Fighting back his gag reflex, Rod/imus whimpered. Slag, how bad would that be? Imagine the reason the former Dece/pticon was on this ship was a lie, and it was all just some crazy, hyper-fanboy excuse to try to berth him?
“Bleeegh!” the flame-colored mech shook his helm, hoping to shake that thought from his processor. If Mega/tron, the stupid self-proclaimed co-captain of this ship, awaited him, he would break down and cry!
The spray of solvent cut off, and his meticulous drying routine followed. Once the captain was satisfied with the shininess of his frame- and he checked every angle- he set off to the observational deck.
This was where he would come face to face with the gift giver. However, the closer Rodi/mus traveled to the destination point, the slower he walked. Gone was the excitement of meeting who was crushing on him; the feeling of dread awoke in its place. He no longer skipped, but rather dragged his pedes.
It wasn’t too late to turn back… He could pretend he didn’t receive the note. Ignorance can be bliss…. Right?
He stood face to wall with the door to the meeting place, yet didn’t know if he dared to go in. How badly did he need to know who this mech was? Was this really such a big deal?
Let’s take a second to think about this…
The second is up. Everyone knows Rodi/mus doesn’t like surprises, and he cannot just walk away from this situation. So, we know he palms the door open and walked inside. With a reign of superior confidence too. As the saying goes: fake it until you make it.
And what is he greeted by?
Huge windows that showcase the vastness of space. Flecks of light litter the sky, and there even appears to be a distant solar system in the background. Just before the windows is a table draped with a white tablecloth. On this table sat two sets of dinnerware. Upon closer inspection, the plates were fine china, not the cheap crap used in the canteen.
Decorative silverware is set to the sides. To the left of the plate were two forks, one bigger than the other. The other side of the dish also had two knives of different sizes. Can you guess what was next to them? Two spoons. One is much rounder than the other.
“What the frag?” Rod/imus muttered. How many utensils did one need? He could make do with one fork and knife-slag- even just one spoon can be used to shovel food inside his mouth!
But when it came to table settings, it’s not over. A cloth napkin folded in some intricate shape rests upon the dinner place. It held a name card with his name on it too. Cursive font, to be exact.
“You gotta be kidding me!” Above that plate was yet another fork and spoon! This was getting out of hand, borderline silly! And to make matters worse, to the left of that was a little plate with a weird-looking knife resting perfectly straight across it. And we cannot forget the three glasses of various shapes and sizes, plus the cup and saucer to the right.
Did this person have some kind of weird dinnerware fetish?
Rodi/mus was about to call it quits, but a whiff of something delightful caught his attention. His belly grumbled loudly. Great- his stomach noticed the enticing aroma as well. Just behind the table were several covered dishes. Now, our dear captain may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but he was smart enough to deduce there was food within those dishes.
‘BWwwwwoooooooruuuummmmmmbbbllllllleeeeee!’
Prim/us, how long has it been since he last ate? According to his demanding stomach, too long!
But that’s not the point here: Just where was his secret admirer? No mech was present. And this caused a lump to form in his throat: maybe he was stood up.
Or worse.
What if this was just some sort of cruel joke? What if, instead of adoration, those treats and notes were sent in jealousy? Someone sent him all those treats with the intention of making him gain weight and make him ugly? And when discovering his unhappiness, another card, full of lies, was sent his way as a final insult…to get his hopes and spirits up just to smash them down?
Slaggit, it sounds more like a dirty ‘Con trick, after all.
His cheeks grew warm with shame at just thinking he had been played. Seriously, who would find this new body of his attractive? Suddenly, the desire to return to his habsuit grew. Even if it meant leaving the delightful food behind, Rodi/mus didn’t like to be the butt of a joke. He spun around to head for the door when a relatively large body loomed in front of his path.
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part 2 will be up in a day or so. I broke it up because I don't want these to be particularly long reads
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ind & selective genpact & honkai multimuse written by binx ( 21+ they/them ) headcanon based, divergent, and open to ocs. drama free zone, but not spoiler free. please read rules and muse roster with links listed here or on blog. icon border & dividers cred here. // mobile navigation including roster here. all new muses will be tentatively added here.
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