#alice’s football hour | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

enwoso · 2 months

Text

PROUD OF YOU — alessia russo x gymnast!reader

little psa i’m not an expert in the format of gymnastics by any means, this is just from my knowledge. so if anything isn’t correct i apologise🙃

this was supposed to be a blurb from the same universe as number one fan but i got carried away and it turned out being 3k words… ENJOY!

read number one fan here

masterlist

you felt like your entire life had led up to this moment in your life, your first olympics. twenty four years old and you were fulfilling something only your eight year old self could imagine.

you remember watching the beijing olympics more specifically the gymnastics and you knew that was what you wanted to do, even if it wasn't to win while that would be an added bonus, just being there was special and something not everyone could say they had done.

you had spent weeks, actually months in the gym. endless amount of hours spent perfecting your routines and making sure they were perfect and showcased all of your best tricks.

however it was slightly bittersweet as even though you were training for your first ever olympic which was being held in paris, it had meant you had been away from your girlfriend, alessia russo for quite some time now.

only being able to see each other on the odd weekend when you were not training and she didn't have a match, an even still those days came far and few.

but still your relationship was as strong as ever and it meant the time you did spent together was cherished and never taken for granted.

you and alessia had been officially dating for a year now and how the two of you had met was in the weirdest way possible.

you first met when you were in london and you so happened to be in the same coffee shop, alessia with her clumsiness fell over the leg of your chair sending herself and her coffee flying across the room.

you immediately apologising thinking it was your fault when really it was just alessia and her two left feet. you couldn't help but be mesmerised by how gorgeous she was but the blonde had dashed out the coffee shop in shear embarrassment before you had the chance to get another sentence out never mind ask the blonde for her name.

the second time you met was funnily enough in a gym in kent just a couple weeks afterwards, that being your hometown but also alessia's. you knew it was the same blonde girl, how could anyone forget such a beautiful face.

you were the one that spoke to the blonde first, alessia of course having no idea who you were and not remembering you. her face only flushing when you mentioned her going flying in a coffee shop, alessia found it relaxing that you didn't have a clue who she was.

not recognising her for her football but instead just because she was a person. you never forget how shy she was as she kept stumbling over her words when she spoke to you.

as you both stood talking in the gym locker rooms, alessia stuttering out asking for you number when you were just about to leave. from that day you went on a couple dates, actually discovering who she was and what she did day to day and from then the two of of you had been in your own little love bubble.

those who were important knew about your relationship, the media had it's suspicions but you nor alessia ever confirmed the rumours that circulated.

"what's with the gloomy face" alice kinsella nudged you as you took of your head phones. alice being one of your closest friends in the team, she'd helped you a lot in the running to the olympics, herself already being an olympian helped as she had been able to settle your nerves.

a sad smile was on your face as you looked down at the text message alessia had just sent you, wishing you good luck and that she be watching. you not having a clue she meant literally.

you had it in your head that alessia wasn't going to be at the qualifiers, her schedule didn't line up and she had just finished her qualification matches for the euros next year and she had just flown out to spend a few days in ibiza with her friends.

she told you that if you wanted her to be there for the qualifying round she would be and she'd get an earlier flight from ibiza just for you but you had promised her it was fine and that she should enjoy her time with her friends as your girlfriend had promised you that she would be at the next round as she herself was more than confident you would qualify.

"just missing lessi" you mumbled, texting a quick reply before putting your phone down as alice nodded her head she understood, it was hard being away from those you love.

"i'm sure she's watching, just make her proud yeah" alice smiled as she nudged her shoulder into you again, a little harder this time as she held a smug smile. it drawing a smile from you as you shook your head at your friends childishness.

alice moving away to focus on getting herself in the right mindset as the competition was just about to begin, you slipping your head phones back in your head as you carried on the stretch.

the competition was everything you could have dreamt of, your first piece of apparatus was vault where you were up first your score being 13.833 which you were happy with, the next rotation came around and it was bars a piece of apparatus you were a little bit more comfortable on but a small mistake cost you a few marks but your score ended on a 12.833.

the third rotation was beam a peice of apparatus which was always daunting and slightly scary. it never got easier competing on beam but the routine went smoothly and your score came in at 13.500.

the final rotation was here and team gb were looking good for qualifying for team final, the last apparatus was floor and with a small step out the floor markings cost you but your final score came in at 12.466.

you had done your bit for the team and for your country. taking in every second of the competition the pure euphoria of being there knowing it would hit later on when you were trying to sleep. right now you were focused, praying the team would qualify for the team final.

just alice was left to do her routine on the floor and then you would know if you had qualified, it all felt in slow motion. she did her last move, stood tall and presented to the judges. coming off the floor and down the steps as you waited for her score.

you nervously looked towards the score board waiting for alice’s score to come through, standing next to your teammates as the judges took their time deliberating their decision.

12.733.

team gb were on to the team final, qualifying in seventh with a total score of 160.830.

you stood in shock of a second before turing to ruby and abigail. engulfing them in a three way hug as you were all in a similar position this was your first time at an olympics. “we did it!” you called out into the hug as a smile bigger than ever was on your face.

you moved over to congratulate alice, not only on the team final but also the all around final she had made. “well done alice!” you grinned wrapping your arms around her, hugging her tight.

“you too kid, your first ever all around final!” she smiled proudly as you froze. you hadn’t made an all around final. what did she mean.

“what-?” you stutter out as she pointed to the score board which was currently going through the gymnasts which had made the final.

“there look you goon!” alice pointed to where your name was, number 24. you had just qualified for the all around.

“oh my god” you couldn’t believe it, you turned to the crowd trying to spot your mum and dad who had been there watching. you waving up proudly as you held up a heart to them. turning back to alice who was still facing the crowd.

“y/n, look your mum wants you”

you hummed before turning around to look where your mum was in the crowd, her pointing towards someone next to her. your eye line following her pointing, looking up and finding their face.

“oh my god” you whispered yelled, your mouth wide open. your were lost for words but also had so many questions at the same time. how was she here? why was she not sat in the hot spanish sun?

“told you she’d be watching!” alice nudged you a smug smile, you knew maybe somehow she had something to do with her being sat in the audience watching but you didn’t care how little or how big involvement she had, you just wanted to be in your girlfriend’s arms.

“i- what- how”

“oh go and get your girl, you sap!”

the arena had already started to empty, so you found the nearest staircase you could making your way through the crowds of people still in your navy blue sparkly leotard and your slides. you smile getting bigger as you edged closer to being back in your blondes arms.

saying a hello and giving a hug to your parents as they congratulate you and told you how proud of you they were as you could see alessia stood waiting for you to get to her.

finally your mum let go of hugging you pushing you lightly towards your girlfriend, you sinking into her arms as you held onto the blonde tightly as if, if you let go she would be gone forever.

“i’ve missed you so much baby” alessia whispered into your hair as she placed a kiss on the top of your head. you couldn’t find the words to say to her, you had to much to say but nothing would come out of your mouth.

“i- how are you here? i swear you were in ibiza this morning when you called?” you looked up to her as her hands rested on your shoulders, as your were still wrapped around her torso.

“i’ve been here since last night, my flight was supposed to be this morning but i got an earlier one just so i could make it here” alessia explained but you were still confused as even though you only saw her in what looked to be the background of a hotel, you still remember seeing ella on the facetime call — so how was that possible?

“but you were with ella this morning?” you questioned, a slight crease in your forehead as a confused look took over your face.

“she’s in paris too, so is mary cause she’s just moved to psg” alessia continued explaining, you humming along but not having a clue about football but you knew that psg was a football team but that was about it.

“well i’m glad your here!”

“you didn’t really think i would miss the chance to watch my girlfriend compete in her first olympics!” alessia questioned as you rolled your eyes playfully. “and seeing you in this is a bonus too” the blonde held a cheeky smile as she looked down towards the stoned navy blue leotard you were wearing.

you slapping her chest lightly as she acted false hurt, you were stood face to face with your girlfriend and the one thing you wanted to do was plant your lips on hers, but you couldn’t not when there was stray eyes around.

not knowing who had a camera, and while you didn’t care about what media had to say. you didn’t want to be headlining at your first olympics for that reason if you could help it.

your parents had already left, you were meeting them for dinner later on in the day. “c’mon” you pulled your way out of alessia’s hold before dragging her down the stairs her hand held tightly in yours.

small complaints by the blonde that she was gonna fall, which didn’t surprise you, as you led her back down the tunnel in the arena and towards the small changing room where the rest of your team was.

you stopped once you were in the tunnel, allowing alessia’s arm to have a break as she’d been complaining you were gonna pull it out its socket, you were no where near she was just being dramatic.

you turned to look at the blonde as she placed her arms round your shoulder, there being a slight height difference between the two of you. she obviously being the taller one, only by a few inches though.

“forgot to tell you how proud i am of you” alessia smiles as you could feel your cheeks going darker. something about anyone telling you how proud they were of you always had an affect on your heart but her telling you was enough to make your knees weak.

the two of you had stopped again, this time you were only a mere few meters from the changing room, “my little olympian” her breath fanned warm over your lips as her face was inches away from you as she had backed you up against the wall.

you had been craving this moment, you had been away from her for so long but a need was now blooming deep inside your bones. a need to be pressed flush against her.

“kiss me then” you said a little bossy as you could feel her teasing you with how not only your bodies where but also how close your lips were.

alessia smirked slightly, bending her head and using her hand that has crept up to rest on your neck to pull you in and close her mouth over yours. the kiss was soft and slow, a gentle drag of her lips over yours. the sweet and languid stroke of her tongue when you opened your mouth and angled in closer.

the tips of her fingers grazed your jaw and then she was cupping your cheeks as your back was now pushed so you were leant completely against the cold wall in the corridor. tugging lightly at your bottom lip before returning to kiss you.

heat tricked thick like honey down your spine, your hands fisting the material of her expensive white top as you tugged her impossibly closer before you wound your arms around her waist.

you didn’t want to stop kissing her. you wanted to stay in the moment forever, you wanted to keep swallowing the sound she was making low in her throat until you were dizzy off it.

“i’ve found her!” you both pulled back as you glared at your teammates as she stood in the door way clearly on her way to find you but not needing to go as far as she thought, a teasing smile resting on her face.

alice had dragged you back into the changing room telling you to hurry as most of the girls were ready and that they were just waiting on you.

pecking alessia’s lips quickly you reluctantly left her hold, dawdling into the changing room to get changed alessia following close behind you.

alessia had been talking with the girls as a catch up while you got changed coming back out in shorts and a little top while represented how hot it currently was in paris.

your girlfriend sat in your cubby, you found a seat on her lap. alessia hands immediately finding there place on your lower back and thighs rubbing small circles in your thighs as she smiled at you, your teammates finishing up getting ready for the coach trip back to the olympic village.

"are you here for the entire comp?" you asked alessia as she grinned nodding her head, you pressing another kiss to the blondes lips as you heard the gags come from your teammates.

turning your head you see the teasing sickening look on the girls' face doing it just to wind you up. you rolling your eyes at them. "abi, ruby cover your ears for a second!" alice said as you sighed knowing she was going to say something she definitely shouldn't.

"thank god for them anti-sex beds in the village!" alice snickered as you flipped her off turning your attention back to your blonde lover whose hands had not left your lower back as she traced small patterns.

alessia sat with a smug smile on her face too, "she's so annoying" you grumbled resting your head on alessia's shoulder.

"good job we don't need a bed.." alessia trailed off as she whispered in your ear, your face going bright red as she kissed your cheek, her lips lingering near your skin for a split second before she whispered "i love you, and i'm so proud of you!"

#alessia russo x y/n #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo #woso community #woso x reader #woso #woso imagine #woso blurbs #awfc #arsenal women #arsenal wfc #england wnt #england women #enwoso

363 notes · View notes

betterthanburrow · 1 year

Text

The Bayou Billiard - Joe Burrow

Summary: The most popular Pool Hall in Baton Rouge, Louisiana is one of your favorite places to hang out with your friends… But what happens when the new quarterback for the LSU football team and his friends challenge you and your friends to a game of Pool?

Genre: Fluff (Meet-Cute Trope)

The Bayou Billiard is the most popular pool hall in Baton Rouge for people to enjoy having fun throughout the night of playing a few rounds at the pool tables while having a few drinks at a discounted price.

Ever since you moved to Baton Rouge to attend your required semesters at Louisiana State University, The Bayou Billiard is the place where you and your friends have spent your free-time hanging out at over the weekend after a long week of classes and work.

Tonight at The Bayou Billiard wasn’t a busy night like how it usual is, by the time you and your friends had arrived at the Pool Hall the big crowd of people that were there earlier in the night had already left and you don’t expect another big crowd to arrive since The Bayou Billiard will be closing at 2am.

As you and your friends are walked into the Pool Hall after getting your IDs by the security guard to make sure y’all were above the age of 18… You look around and see that the only other group of people playing at a pool table was a group of older men that play at the pool tables every weekend like your group of friends.

“I’m so happy tonight isn’t as busy like the last time we were here.” your friend, Alice says as everyone is walking towards the pool table that was at the back of the pool hall.

“I know… Last weekend we almost waited an hour for a pool table to be open!” Remi exclaims. “At least we had drinks to keep us company while we waited, I would’ve lost my mind if I had to wait long while being sober.”

“Speaking of drinks…” Avery says. “What does everyone want to drink, I’ll go gets our drinks before the game starts. Because we all know that playing pool is always better with alcohol in our systems!”

After the three of you told Avery what drinks to order; a spicy jalapeño margarita for Alice, a lemon drop martini for Remi, and a strawberry daiquiri for you. The first round of pool was starting to be set up by the three of you after Alice had out the right amount of counts in the pool table slot to retrieve the billiard balls.

It didn’t take long for Avery to return from the bar with four drinks in her hand, everyone takes their drink from her hands to place on the side-table right by the pool table… After spending a few minutes deciding the teams between the four of you, the first round between you and Alice vs Remi and Avery was about to begin.

It was decided that you were going to take the first shot of the game to break up the triangle of billiard balls on the pool table… After spending a minute lining up the billiard cue stick as perfectly as you can, you make your shot and the billiard balls spread out everywhere across the pool table with one of the solid balls landing in the pocket of the pool table.

“Nice shot!” Alice exclaims, as she gives you a high five. “We already have a point on the scoreboard and the game only just started!”

“There’s a reason everyone says I’m the best pool player in Baton Rouge.” you exclaim as you pick up your drink from the side-table.

You watched as Avery takes her first shot of the game trying to hit one of the stripe balls into the pocket net to score a point for her team but, she fails to make the shot as the white ball hits the stripe ball in the opposite direction of where Avery wanted it to go.

“Shit!” Avery frustratedly exclaims. “I hate pool.”

“Avery calm down…” you say, “It’s the first round, drink some of your pink lemonade vodka and you’ll be fine.”

After Avery’s turn, it was Alice’s turn to take her shot next and after a seconds of debating what is the right move to do. Alice takes her shot and hits a solid ball into the pocket net, causing you to cheer as another point for your team is added to the scoreboard.

The four of you take turns of trying to take a shot and score one of the solid balls or strips balls into the pocket net… It was hard for you to tell so early on in the game how long this round of pool would be. Sometimes a round of pool could take ten minutes to finish and sometimes a round of pool could take an hour to finish, it just depends on how good or bad everyone is playing the game of pool.

As the game was getting started, you look over towards the front door of the Pool Hall and see a group of three guys that you couldn’t recognize walk into the building… One of the boys looked your way and gave you a smile as the two of you made eye contact with each other. The boy smiled and waved at you and before you could wave back to him, Avery’s hand was placed on your shoulder causing you to turn your attention back to your friends and the game of Pool.

“Y/N it’s your turn!” Remi exclaims, after taking her shot with one of the stripe balls making into the pockets of the pool table, scoring a point for her team.

As you are lining up your pool stick to try and make the perfect shot of hitting another solid ball into the pocket meg, your eyes look towards the bar when you see the dirty blonde boy looking towards you with a drink in his hand and a smile on his face. You try not blush as you focus your attention back into the pool table and you take your shot, the white ball hits the solid ball just a few inches away from the pocket net.

“Ugh… I almost scored that.” you groan in frustration.

As you watch Avery and Remi debate between the two of them what is the right move to do next since there aren’t any stripped balls that are easy to score… Alice walks closer to you and puts her hand on your shoulder like she did before. “Do you know the guy that you were staring at?!” Alice asks.

“No.” you answer in a low tone. “He’s cute but, am I supposed to know who that is?!”

“That’s Joe Burrow.” Alice says. “He’s the new Quarterback for the LSU football team:”

“Oh… That’s interesting to know.” you say, looking over Alice’s shoulder to see that Joe Burrow and his friends have moved away from the bar to start their own game at one of the pool tables.

“Yeah… and I know you saw him watching your last round which is why you messed up.” Alice says.

“Umm… I don’t know what you’re talking about?!” you say, turning your attention away from Joe Burrow and his friends to Avery taking her shot to try and score.

“I’m not stupid… I saw that you noticed he was watching you and you got nervous which is why you missed.” Alice says as Avery hit one of the stripe balls into the pocket net and scored a point.

“So you’re telling me that if a cute boy was watching you play pool you wouldn’t be nervous as well?!” you ask. Alice shrugs her shoulders and walks around the pool table because it now her turn to take a shot.

Even though you should be watching Alice, you couldn’t help but turn your attention to Joe Burrow and his friends at their pool table… Joe Burrow is a name that you’ve heard before as people were talking about the new student that had transferred from Ohio State University to join the football team, but it wasn’t until now where you were able to put a face to the name.

You watched as Joe Burrow took the first shot of their Pool game, breaking the triangle of billiard balls apart just like you had done just a little while ago… When Joe looks up from the pool table, he sees that you watched him and y you nod your head, approving of his shot.

Just as your turn your attention back to your pool table, Alice had taken her shot and didn’t hit another solid ball into the pocket net.

The only noises that could be heard in The Bayou Billiard Pool Hall was the sound of the music playing through the speakers, billiard balls being hit along the table and chatter amongst the groups of people… While it was loud in the Pool Hall, the noises around you wasn’t a bother or distraction to the game of Pool.

When it wasn’t your turn to take a shot, you were watching Joe Burrow and his friends play Pool and every now and then the two of you would make eye contact and smile at each other… you had to admit that Joe Burrow was a good Pool player as much as he is talked about being a good football player.

When the first round of Pool between you and Alice vs Remi and Avery came to an end with you scoring the winning point for your team… You decided to bring your empty glasses of the drinks to the bar to get a refill as the other three girls chatted amongst each other while resetting the pool table for another round.

“I’ve never seen someone so good at Pool.” a voice from behind says. When you turn around, you see Joe Burrow standing behind you with a smile on his face and an empty glass in his hand.

“Thank you.” you reply. “I love having an audience watch me while I take my shots at the pool table.”

Joe Burrow chuckles, “I’m glad you enjoy having an audience.” he takes a seat next to you at the bar and places the empty glass onto the countertop while you’re waiting for the new drinks to be made.

“I’m Joe Burrow ” he says, reaching his hand out.

“I’m Y/FN Y/LN.” you say as you shake his hand. “So… I’ve actually heard a-lot about you Mr. Joe Burrow.”

A confused look appears on Joe’s face before he has a quick realization of what you meant by what you said. “Oh yeah… Are you a student at LSU?!” he asks.

“Yes I am. I’m going into my junior year this semester.” you answer. “There’s been a lot of talk about the new Quarterback so I’m glad to put a face to the name.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m a hot topic at LSU right now but I’m excited to be at LSU. It’s nice to meet someone else that is a student at LSU because I only know those 3 guys over there.” Joe says pointing over to the group of guys that are hanging around the pool table.

“Well… my friends over there all are students at LSU too. So it looks like you can meet a few more students from LSU.” you reply as the bartender comes back with the drinks for your group.

“That’s good to know.” Joe says giving you a smile. Before you could say something to Joe, you heard your name being called. When you turn to look over your shoulder, you see Alice signaling to you that the next round of Pool is about to start.

You turn back to Joe and give him a soft smile. “I got to go. The next round of Pool is starting.”

“It’s okay… Hopefully we have to chance to talk again later.” Joe says. “Go beat their ass Miss Pool Queen.”

There is a light blush on your face as you stand up and grab the drinks from the counter so that you can walk back over to the pool table where Avery, Remi, and Alice were finishing setting up the Pool table.

“So… Who was that guy you were talking too?!” Remi asks, as she takes her drink out of your hand then you place the other three drinks down onto the side table.

“Y/N was talking to Joe Burrow.” Alice says.

“Joe Burrow as in the new Quarterback?!” Remi asks. You and Alice nod your heads. “Wow… What did the two of you talk about?!” she asks.

“Nothing much…” you answer. “We just introduced ourselves and he said that I was good at playing pool.”

The conversation was over as the second round began. This time, you and Avery were on the same team trying to hit the stripe balls into the pocket nets going against Remi and Alice as they are on the same team trying to hit the solid balls into the pocket nets.

As the other girls were taking their shots, your attention would be on Joe and his friends as they were playing their second round of pool. You’ve never been so distracted while playing Pool but, you couldn’t help that there was a cute guy who kept giving you a smile when the two of you would make eye contact.

Joe would watch you from afar when it was your turn to take a shot to try and hit one of the stripped balls into the pocket nets. He wasn’t lying when he said that he’s never seen someone so good at playing Pool.

One of Joe’s skills is that he is very good at observing people around him. It was very easy for him to notice how competitive you are when it comes to Pool, just like how competitive Joe is when it comes to playing football. Joe seeing how competitive you can be makes him wonder how competitive you can get when it comes to playing other sports.

The second round of Pool lasted much longer than the first round and the game ends with you and Avery winning by hitting the black ball into the pocket net. When you looked at the time, it was past midnight and there was only an hour and a half left until The Bayou Billiard would close for the night.

“Let’s take a small break and then we can play one more round before we leave.” Alice says, placing all of the billiard cue sticks back onto the stand.

“Yeah that’s sounds good… I need another drink.” Avery says as she takes her empty glass and starts walking to the bar for another refill of her pink lemonade vodka drink.

“I’m going order some food… Playing two rounds of pool have made me hungry!” Remi exclaims.

“Yeah I’m hungry too.” Alice says. “And we’ll be entertained by watching other people play pool.”

When the three of you walked over to the seating area, y’all quickly ordered some food to eat before sitting at one of the tables where you had a good view of Joe and his friends who were still playing their second round of Pool… After Avery received her refilled drink, she comes over to sit at the table and the four of you talk while waiting for the food to arrive at the table.

The four of you are in a deep conversation as you watch Joe and his friends play Pool. Joe wasn’t the best player of Pool that you’ve watched but he wasn’t the worse player of Pool… You could see that he really was trying his best to hit the solid balls into the pocket net whenever it was his turn to take a shot and you could see that it frustrated him when he would miss his chance to score for his team.

“Hey Y/N!” Joe yells which causes you and your friends to turn the attention towards him and his friends. “Watch this!”

Joe lines up his billiard cue stick and takes his shot to score but fails as the solid ball rolls just an inch to far from the pocket net which causes everyone to laugh.

“Joe that couldn’t have gone any worse!” one of the boys exclaimed. With an embarrassed look on his face, Joe looks over to you and sees you give a him smile.

“Nice shot Burrow!” you yell out. “But next time, aim to hit the solid ball into the pocket net!” which causes everyone to laugh as the boys continue their game.

It was fun to watch Joe and his friends play Pool while you and the girls eat the food that had arrived at the table. You noticed how competitive Joe is when it comes to the game of Pool, he is very focused on the white ball as one his friends takes a shot to hit a striped ball into the pocket net.

As you watched the game, you realized that you’ve never watched people play Pool before and you’ve only ever played the game… It was nice for a change to be in the audience during an intense game of Pool.

Just as you and your friends were finished eating at the table, the game of Pool between Joe and his friends was over… You wondered if Joe and his friends were going to play another round of Pool or if they were planning on leaving the Pool Hall since it was getting closer to closing time.

As you were setting up the billiard balls in the triangle to prepare to start the final Pool game of the night, you felt a tap on your shoulder which causes you to turn around to see Joe standing behind you with a smile on his face.

“Hey Joe!” you exclaim. “What’s up?!”

“The boys and I had this idea.” Joe says. “We decided that we’re going to play one more round of Pool and we overheard you and your friends talking about playing one more round… So we thought it would be a fun idea to do boys vs girls for the last Pool game of the night.”

“That’s sounds like a fun idea!” you exclaim. “But are you and boys sure that y’all want to go up against the best Pool player you’ve ever seen?!”

“That’s a challenge that I’m willing to take.” Joe says. “So are you and the girls in for the game?!” Before you can answer Joe’s challenge for a game at Pool between the two friend groups, the girls who had been listening to the conversation decided to answer for you.

“We accept the challenge!” Avery exclaims. “With Y/N on our team, we’re definitely going to kick your ass!”

“Trust me… I have some secret Pool moves that I have been hiding up my sleeve.” Joe claims, walking back over to his friends to let them know that y’all accept their challenge for the final Pool game of the night.

Since there was three boys and four girls, Avery decided to sit out of the game to just watch everyone play. So the teams were you, Alice and Remi vs Joe, Ja’marr and Justin… The final game of Pool started with you taking the first shot to break up the triangle.

Joe decided to take his turn next and he’s lining up his shot. The girls decided to tease Joe to distract him. “Are you going to dedicate this shot to Y/N?!” Remi asks him. “We remember what happened the last time you dedicated a shot to her.”

“Hey! We’re playing a fair game!” Ja’Marr exclaims.

“We are playing fair!” Alice says. “A game of Pool isn’t fun without a little bit of teasing and alcohol!”

Joe takes his shot and hits the stripe ball into the pocket net which means that the boys will try to hit the stripe balls into the pocket nets while the girls will try to hit the solid balls into the pocket nets.

Ja’marr and Justin cheer and give Joe a few high fives to celebrate him getting the first score of the game. “Nice shot Burrow!” you exclaim, “Keep hitting shots like that and soon enough you’ll win a game of Pool!”

Alice is next to take her shot for your team. Both you and Joe are standing next to each other as you watch her think about what should she do since there aren’t any easy solid balls to hit into the pocket nets.

“So how long have you been playing Pool.” Joe asks, as everyone else was so focused on the Pool game and not paying attention to you and Joe.

“I’ve been playing Pool since I was a kid. My dad was a big fan of playing Pool and we had our own Pool table in our house in the game room.” you answer.

“Your dad taught you your good Pool skills?!” Joe asks.

You nod your head and smile. “Yeah he did teach me the good Pool skills. Us playing Pool was always one of my favorite ways that we would spend time together.”

“That sounds nice.” Joe says. “Just like how you and your dad spent time together playing Pool, my dad and I spent time together playing football in the backyard.”

You give him a smile before turning you attention back to the Pool table to watch your friends take their turns but Joe wanted to continue the conversation between the two of you while he has the chance.

“So what are you studying at LSU?” he asks.

“I’m studying in LSU’s dental program so right now I’m majoring in Biology and Chemistry but I do plan on going to the Dental school after I get my degree.” you answer. “My mom is a Dentist so I want to follow in her footsteps and hopefully work with her one day.”

“Oh that’s interesting.” Joe says. “Does she work at a dentist place in Louisiana?!”

“No she doesn’t.” you reply. “My family lives Michigan, I just moved to Louisiana to attend LSU’s dental program because it was the best offer that I received.”

“Oh… so you’re from up north of America like me!” Joe exclaims. “I’m from Ohio and I’m here in Louisiana to play football and get my masters degree.”

Before you could continue the conversation, you were interrupted by Remi. “Y/N it’s your turn!” she exclaims.

You give Joe a smile before walking over to grab a pool stick and you examine the balls on the pool table… It doesn’t take you longer to realize there’s a easy shot of hitting a solid ball into one of the pocket nets that you could make as long you don’t mess up your aim.

As you’re lining up your shot, you look up and see Joe smiling at you. “Stop smiling at me like that Burrow.” you mumble under your breathe and you can see Joe’s smile grow bigger when he heard what you said.

You take your shot and hit the solid ball into the pocket net that you were aiming for, as the girls cheered around you… Joe was examining the pool table to see what the easier shot would be for him to take so that he could go back to talking to you until your next turn.

When Joe was finished with his turn which allowed him to score another point for the boys’ team. He walks back over to where you are standing with a grin on his face, “Now that was a nice shot wasn’t it?” he asks.

“It sure was Burrow.” you say. “Soon enough you’ll be just as good as a Pool player as I am!”

As the rest of the group is taking their turns of playing Pool, you and Joe continued your conversation… There was a lot that you learned about the new LSU Quarterback in just the few minutes that the two of you had in between your turns of the Pool game to talk.

You noticed every now and then during your conversation with Joe, one of the girls would be watching the two of you and try to listen to conversation… You knew that later on during the night they will ask about your conversations with Joe.

As much as you loved playing Pool with the group of friends, you didn’t want the conversations with Joe to end… There was always a smile on his face and a light in his eyes when he was talking to you, he’s never been so interested in talking to a stranger in his life.

Joe told you about what life was like living in Ohio and his years of being a student at Ohio State while you told him what life is like living in Louisiana these past few years and what he could expect of the transition from living up north in America to living down south.

By the end of the second round of everyone taking turns, there wasn’t much left of the game to be played… As you examined the Pool table, there was only one solid ball and one stripe ball to hit into the pocket nets before having to take the chance of hitting the black ball into one of the pocket nets to win.

It was a hard shot that you could’ve easily missed, but you hit the final solid ball into pocket net and the girls cheered… Now it was Joe’s turn to take a shot and as long as he didn’t make one of the stripe balls into the pocket net, this will be the girl’s game of Pool to win.

“Good luck Burrow… you’re going to need it!” you say with a cheeky grin on your face.

There’s a smile on his face that he couldn’t hide even if he tried as he takes his shot, hitting the last stripe balls into the pocket net… Just like how the girls had cheered for you, the boys cheered from him because now it was time to play to win the game of Pool.

“I think that Y/N and Joe should take the final shots of the game until one of them hits the black ball into the pocket nets.” Avery exclaims.

“Are you just offering that suggestion because you know that the girls team will win most likely win the game because of Y/N.” Justin says.

“Maybe…” Avery says.

“I’m fine with that if it’s good with Joe and Y/N!” Ja’marr says with Remi and Alice agreeing with him.

You turn to look at Joe with a grin on your face. “I’m fine with that if you’re fine with it Burrow!” you say.

Joe puts his hand out for you to shake, “I’m fine with it. May the best Pool player win the final round.”

Alice hands you the billiard cue stick that she was just about to use to play and you make your way around the pool table to where the black ball is at after Joe’s turn.

The group around you is silent as you take your shot, you try not the look up at Joe because you know he’s going to distract you from your shot… Since you would’ve risked missing the shot to one of the pocket nets which would’ve caused Joe to score an easy victory for the boys team, you hit the black ball to a spot where Joe would have a lot of trouble hitting it into one of the pocket nets of the Pool table.

“You did that on purpose!” Joe exclaims and you shrug your shoulders with a grin on your face.

“Like I’ve said before Burrow… you’re will need all of the good luck you can get!” you say moving out of his way so he can get to your spot around the Pool table.

You watch as Joe examines the Pool table and then lines-up his shot to take. A smirk appeared on your face as you watched the black ball fail to be hit into the pocket net that Joe was aiming for.

“Ugh!” Joe exclaims in frustration. “I was so close!”

“But not close enough!” you say in a teasing tone. All eyes were on you as you walked around to the opposite side of the Pool table from where the black ball was… From the quick examination you did, Joe had made it very easy for you to make the shot into one of the closest pocket net. It would be very embarrassing if you missed the shot and allowing Joe to win the game.

“No pressure!” Joe said. You rolled your eyes at his comment as you start to line up your shot. When you look up, you can see Joe giving you the smile he gave you earlier during the night that had distracted you.

The entire group watched as you took the last shot of the game and hit the black ball into the pocket net that you had aimed for… The girls cheered in celebration that they won the Pool game while the boys groaned in frustration that they lost the Pool game.

“Nice shot!” Remi exclaimed.

“That was a fun game of Pool!” Justin says. “We have to do it again in the future.”

“Yeah I want a rematch!” Ja’marr says.

“We’ll play another game of Pool in the future!” Alice say. “There’s only 15 minutes before the Pool hall will close so we better get going soon!”

Everyone started to clean up the area around the Pool table and packed up their belonging because y’all wanted to get out of the Pool Hall as fast as you can before y’all got kicked out why the employees.

It didn’t take long for everyone to clean up and pack up. With just 10 minutes until the Pool Hall closes, the group was out of the front door and it was time to say your goodbyes before heading your separate ways.

You were just about to follow behind Alice, Remi, and Avery to where the Uber would be picking the four of you up at… You felt someone grab your wrist which causes you to turn around and see Joe smiling at you.

“I had a fun night hanging out with you.” Joe says.

“I had a fun night hanging out with you too.” you reply.

“So… hopefully this ain’t coming off a bit to forward but, can I have your phone number?” he asks.

You nod your head and then he pulls out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. He unlocks the phone and then give it to you for you to put your phone number in his contacts… When you give the phone back to him, he immediately texts you so that you can have his number in your phone before putting his phone back in the back pocket of his jeans.

“I guess now it’s only makes sense for me to ask you if you’ll love to meet me here at The Bayou Billiard for a date next week?!” Joe asks.

You give him a kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you here next week at The Bayou Billiard!” before walking away to catch up with the girls with a smile on your face.

never thought that I’ll write a fanfiction that wasn’t inspired by a song, but here we are with a fanfiction that is loosely inspired by a personal experience that i’ve had while playing pool with a group of friends at The Bayou Billiard.

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

#Joe Burrow #NFL #CFB #LSU Tigers #Cincinnati Bengals #Joe Burrow Fanfiction #Joe Burrow Fanfic #Joe Burrow Fic #Joe Burrow x Reader #Joe Burrow x OC #Joe Burrow x YN #Joe Burrow Imagine #Joe Burrow OneShot #NFL Fanfiction

235 notes · View notes

yuriririnnie · 10 months

Text

To Hug a Porcupine

A/N: I remember getting so much hate and having to go through so many conversations about how much of a walking red flag I am literally with everyone I know and love. I know a lot of us can relate, and we get along so well with those who tolerate us so much, it’s so unhealthy. Let this story be a homage to those who have been so patient with us, and love us so dearly despite it being so difficult. The metaphor is just so beautiful and I can’t help but reflect!

PAIRING | Sim Jaeyun (Jake) x reader

WC | 3.2k (again, wth Alice?)

GENRE | angst, fluff, everything’s sfw y’all is it even me if it’s not?

WARNINGS | explicit language (pardon my French, I can’t help it) mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, attachment issues, and all that teen angst

SYNOPSIS | You’re hard to love. That’s it. That’s the plot.

—

“That’s it?” he breathed, “two years worth of my life and you’re going to throw it all away because “you can’t take it anymore”?”

Looking around the field you finally pluck up the courage to nod.

“Yes.”

It was about 10 more seconds before he picked up his backpack and left you sitting on the bleachers by yourself. It was the first break up of your life and you thought it would be more eventful, tearful, and painful, but the reality was that it was pretty straightforward and simple. Maybe it was the build up you’ve been feeling for a while, or maybe this wasn’t the kind of love you thought would have you begging on your knees. He was your first boyfriend and you thought that this break up would feel a lot more meaningful than this.

You stay there alone for a while.

“So how did it go?” you finally feel the presence and warmth of a human being. “Did he cry? Oh my god please don’t tell me he cried.”

“No, Jake he did not cry.”

You moved from where you sat making room for him and his huge gym bag. Judging from his wet hair and pink cheeks, he probably just got out of football practice and just couldn’t wait to hear the news from you.

“Man, I wish I could have made it on time before he left. The guy could have used some comforting.”

You snorted, “You didn’t even like him that much.”

“Because he was totally jealous of me! He even asked you to avoid me at one point. He didn’t deserve you.”

“I actually think that it was me who didn’t really deserve him,” you countered albeit reluctantly, “Jay was a good guy.”

Jake could only nod slowly.

“And besides, it was me who woke up one day and realized I just didn’t like him anymore.”

You sighed, getting lost in your thoughts trying to dig deep into your feelings to get an answer as to why you did not feel an ounce of regret or longing for any comforting yourself. It wasn’t every day you get to break up with your first boyfriend after all.

Jake knew exactly why though. He’s been your best friend since childhood and witnessed you grow into the woman that you are now. The extrinsic changes were present and evident, but he knew who you were deep inside so everything you ever did or every decision you’ve ever made was still somewhat predictable to him. He will never tell you that, but you were hard to love, not because you were a bad person or because you treated others like shit. But because you were so fiercely loyal, strongly assertive, and undeniably rational. You wore your emotions up your sleeve but never put up with other people’s shit. This was especially because you had the patience of a driver stuck in rush hour traffic, and had absolutely no tolerance whatsoever.

You were a walking red flag and even you knew it. And for some “unknown” pathetic reason, Jake tolerates you anyway.

The very reasons why you were hard to love are the same reasons why it’s easy to fall head over heels for you.

You looked at him, and he looked at you. You both smiled when he said, “Let’s get outta here.”

—

You were now in college and you’d think that the break ups would get harder over time because you learn to understand and feel for others even more. They do still get a little difficult, especially with how invested people become when they fall in love. However, as you grew, things got a lot more complicated and the more that you’ve been pouring your feelings onto someone else, the thinner your patience got as time passed and it became easier, a lot less regretful for you to leave someone behind.

“Heeseung told me you broke up with him.” Jake sat next to you on the couch as you mindlessly flipped through the Netflix shows you and him saved to watch together over the summer.

You shrugged, still tapping on the remote.

“Yeah, it was only a few months in, I didn’t think it was a big deal and— hey!!”

He snatched the remote away and you were forced to face him. He looked at you with piercing eyes. Like, he had been angry with you before but you always hated having to confront him with these things.

“Y/N, seriously. Tell me what happened.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and finally caving in only because you thought that he would never let it go, and you wanted to watch your movie.

“Things got too serious too fast. You know how easily overwhelmed I get.”

“What did he do to overwhelm you?”

“He told me that he loved me.”

You both paused. Jake witnessed the many boys that went after you but none of them had ever dropped the L-word knowing the kind of girl that you are. This was foreign territory for him too, but now that he knows what your reaction would be when someone tells you that for the first time, he suddenly felt the need to be more cautious, to be more careful of the things he might end up saying.

“Oh.” he finally spoke.

“I told you it was overwhelming.” you muttered, stealing back the remote from him.

That night, he didn’t feel the need to pry even more. It was enough for him to know how sensitive you were about being told that you were loved. Nonetheless, he felt a small ache in his heart knowing that someone beat him to it.

—

It was the night after graduation and instead of rejoicing over the milestone and celebrating with your friends and family, you were crying on the rooftop, burying your face into your arms as you wept. It was the first time you ever cried over a boy this hard, and you didn’t think it would hurt this bad.

You heard footsteps nearby and a familiar warmth surrounded you. Jake cradled you in his arms and rubbed your sides as you continued to hide your face from the cold night air.

“He said I was controlling and that I had too much of a chokehold on him,” you broke down, “he said that he felt like he was losing himself through the course of our relationship and that he allowed me to make all the decisions for us way too much.”

“There, there. It’s not your fault.” he whispered, “you did your best to love him in a way that you thought he wanted to be loved.”

“No, Jake, just no!” you lifted your head up and Jake swore that he heard his heart crack at the sight of your tears. “I loved him in my own way. I loved him because that’s how I wanted to love! It wasn’t how he wanted to be loved!”

Jake felt the urge to just get up and punch Beomgyu, the boy who made you cry, in the face and make him regret that he ever broke your heart. However, he didn’t find it in him to argue, so he pulled your head onto his chest and let you cry and cry. This time, he finally witnessed you fall hard and actually admit it, and it awoke something in him. He was always on the fence about how he felt because you were best friends, but this time it’s decided.

Sadly, he knew you weren’t in the right headspace. He knew he wasn’t ready. He will tell you when he’s ready.

—

“You ghosted him?!” Jake put his beer down firm and loud, it made your dog jump in surprise. Poor Cookie.

“He was getting clingy, and you know that that can’t be for someone who’s struggling to obtain a law degree. School’s demanding, you know that.”

You took a sip of your own beer nonchalantly.

So this was boy number four for you. Soobin.

Okay, maybe number five because you couldn’t stand the guy you hooked up with twice a year back. Yeonjun was great, but he was also a law student and all you ever talked about after sex were your professors, subjects, and just law school in general. It was like sleeping with a coworker and you didn’t want that.

“Soooo… you don’t like nice guys, you don’t like guys who say I love you too quickly, you don’t like it when they don’t allow you take control, but hate it when you have too much control.” he took a deep breath and continued, “you don’t like clingy, but you don’t like distant either.”

God he sounded like one of your classmates reciting important provisions, it almost gave you a headache.

“I can’t help but be myself.”

“You’re so hard to love.” he groaned.

Letting out a squeaky laugh you sang, “You love me anywaaaaayyy~!” and moved closer to him.

Jake choked on his beer and looked at you with panicked eyes. He knew that you were just playing and didn’t mean it in a way that’s past the boundary of being friendly. Well in your case, best-friendly. Still it made his heart skip a beat.

You lift your feet up to fold your knees and made yourself comfortable on the couch next to him. It was always weird that you never felt any tension between you and Jake despite being so close to each other. You had nearly maximum skinship and spent more than half of your lives together and yet the relationship between you two was always tiptoeing the lines between romantic and just friends. It was the perfect trope, however, you knew Jake so well and loved him despite his lack of bitches and possession of so much negative rizz.

He was so undeniably attractive yet never opened up to you about any girl. You always thought that maybe he was just picky but as the years passed you couldn’t help but wonder if he’s being too invested in you or is spending way too much time on you. Just the thought of those things being the reasons why he might not be getting any girlfriends made you cringe.

“It feels like hugging a porcupine.” he suddenly felt so confident in lecturing you.

“Hmm?”

“Like hugging a porcupine. You know, loving someone that’s difficult to love.”

“That metaphor is so adorable, I almost feel like I am not offended.” your smile was there, but faltered when you suddenly felt the seriousness of the conversation. You don’t remember how much you two drank at this point of the night but you’re sure it has already been 6 beers in each and 6-beer Jake was truthful Jake and you’re not sure if you’re ready for it.

You cleared your throat to ease some of the tension and scooted to the right to create some distance between you two, small enough to not be awkward, but distant enough to create a proper boundary.

“What about you?” you finally said, “You were always at the front-row to witness my failed relationships but I have never heard you talk about your love life like literally ever.”

“You never asked.” he said.

“Never felt like I needed to ask.”

“Well I’m telling you now that you need to ask for me to answer.”

You felt a surprise chill at the change of atmosphere. If he liked someone he would have talked about her long ago, or could have at least mentioned her. You felt slightly disappointed in the newfound knowledge that he might really have had a girlfriend or liked someone before and you didn’t know why. It was unfair of him to keep that from you, but you also felt selfish in a way because you made everything seem like it was about you all these years.

“I like someone Y/N, duh. I’m still a guy after all.” he chuckled.

You sighed, not sure if it was out of relief or worry. “So are you gonna tell me or nah?”

He pretended to think for a while. “You’ll know.”

“Oh come on!!” you whined, “is she someone I know?!”

“I said you’ll know her soon!” he continued to tease, “I’m actually making it blatantly obvious.”

“Fine. Though even if you don’t tell me, you know I’ll find out one way or another.”

“I hope it doesn’t drive you crazy.”

“Please. You can’t make me what I already am.”

He laughed out loud and rubbed the top of your head. “Right. A crazy little porcupine.”

You deadpanned him and stuck your tongue out but snuggled back to him anyway, finally watching whatever movie it was that was playing in the background.

—

The restaurant was quiet when you arrived. No one was around except for the waiter that greeted you as you walked in. You take in the ambiance with all senses, ears were surrounded by faint jazz music, everything was painted emerald and gold, roses carefully placed at the center of each table. The smell was a mixture of fresh mint and musk. Adding to it were the sounds of kitchenware clanging and chefs bickering in the background. It made you feel a little small considering you were kind of underdressed for the occasion.

Jake told you to wear something decent and you did. You just didn’t think that decent meant extra formal. It was a little embarrassing and you make a small reminder inside your head to kill him later.

You finally sat down on a table by the window feeling really nervous about meeting the girl Jake has been dying to introduce to you for the first time. He was extra giddy about her lately you weren’t sure how you felt about him being all worked up about some girl all of a sudden. Also, you wondered where has she been all this time. There was no build-up regarding her existence whatsoever so the whole idea of her made you skeptic.

This whole thing reminded you of you guys’ childhood when one of your friends confided you saying that she liked Jake. It was just a small middle school crush and was meant to be a secret but it sent such a bad taste on your tongue. Granted that you were a kid back then, but thinking about it now, you knew that you still would have felt the same bad mood knowing someone else was making Jake the object of their affection. You were occupied with falling in love with other people and drowned in the flattery others were giving you, but never too distracted from the feeling of anger when you knew someone was crushing on your best friend.

It’s so funny how much you guys have been through together and how much you’ve grown. You know that a lot has changed for you and him but the dynamic of your relationship was your only constant. The idea of it changing because of this girl caused an emotional whiplash quicker than you ever imagined—and you haven’t even met her yet!

This another reason why you were so difficult. You were greedy and never swallowed your pride.

Fast forward to today. Here you are contemplating on your life decisions that involved Jake at the very last minutes of your chances of ever actually getting to be with him. How pathetic could you get picturing yourself watching him fall in love with someone else?

The wait felt like hours and you checked your phone about 10 times within the last 12 minutes. He said he was going to be late because he was picking her up but the suspense was killing you.

You heard a bell ring from the entrance indicating that someone’s finally here. You looked up from your phone and spotted a familiar four-legged cutie walk up to you.

“Layla?” you gaped, running towards her as she wagged her tail at the sight of you. “Oh my gosh, look at how big you’ve gotten!”

It has been ages since you saw Jake’s dog. She grew up alongside with you guys but you haven’t seen her since college and whatever Jake was up to right now made you forgive him for making you go through whatever this was. A million good girls, hugs, and slobbers later, your cute aggression subsided as you noticed something dangling from her collar. It was a locket with a picture of you and Jake back when you were kids on your first play date. You couldn’t remember taking that photo but you do remember not liking him at first. He was hugging you while you made a face.

Were you gonna cry right now? Oh my god you are literally going to cry right now.

You stood up as the dog ran back towards the door and that’s where you saw Jake in his black turtle neck shirt, hair falling down to his eyes, just enough to cover his eyebrows, perfectly bordering his perfectly sculpted face. You always knew he was handsome but had you always known he was this handsome? He crouched down to ruffle Layla’s head of fur before walking to where you were.

You were completely, utterly dumbfounded. What the hell was going on? Was he pranking you? If he was pranking you right now you would dump him so fucking hard both as a lover and as a best friend.

“Hi.” he smiled as if he didn’t just drop the biggest love bomb on you.

“You said you were going to be late because you were picking her up.” your voice was stern, still pretending to be your iron self even if deep inside your guts were doing somersaults.

“Well, picking Layla up from home is a bit hard. She isn’t as light as she used to be.”

You both laughed.

You hear him take a deep breath and whispered, "I love you, Y/N."

Wasting not a second further you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him the tightest you have ever held him your entire life. You felt his hands grip your waist as he kept you guys in place. You hugged him so tight it nearly knocked the both of you down. He giggled and finally settled with rubbing your back, taking in the sounds of your beating hearts. Nothing compared to how close you were at this very moment, and you two have had your fair share of moments of zero-personal space. It wasn’t like when you sat close the day at the bleachers with his arm around you, not when you cried on his shoulder at the rooftop during graduation night, and not even like the drunken nights where you fell asleep on his chest. Nothing compared to how close you were right now.

“Did you see our photo?” he broke the silence, “I told you it was hard, but even as a kid I always knew how to hug a porcupine.”

“You’re insufferable.”

And with that, you shared your first kiss with your one true love, your soulmate, your best friend. And all it took was a leap of faith and the courage to love who was difficult to love.

78 notes · View notes

theroyalsims · 8 months

Text

BREAKING: ANYA'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET ID'd! IS ANYA DATING A BUILDER?

A Tartosan Tabloid appears to have identified Anya's Mystery Boyfriend! Lingua Tartosa recently published an article identifying Anya's new man as "Gus," who happens to be a builder.

The article claims that "Gus" is a builder who works in Tartosa. Excerpts of the translated article reveal:

"Our sources can 100% confirm that Anya is dating a builder. He goes by the name 'Gus' and lives and works right here in Tartosa. Imagine? Anya is dating one of ours! Well, technically, no. Although he has been working in the country for a while now, he is apparently originally from Rennaux.

The lovebirds met during renovations of Anya's villa. Who knew Brindleton's future queen liked them rough, rugged, and blue collar? Maybe that's why she's been hiding him! Imagine a Crown Princess slumming it with a builder - although he is admittedly handsome! We're proud to say we've finally cracked Anya's code, and we can now reveal her dirty little secret."

The write up also included paparazzi photos of the man in question. Gus is pictured wearing a red and black flannel shirt, and tried to go low-key with an olive green baseball cap. The flowing hair, the luscious beard, the piercing brown eyes, and his overall casual style seems to confirm that Gus, indeed, is Anya's not-so-secret boyfriend.

Gus also looked to be a little agitated when he realised that his photos were being taken and made a quick escape to a nearby truck. The photos were taken at a construction site in Southern Tartosa, about two hours away from Anya's new (old) cliff-side villa.

Anya's dating history is being dragged back to the surface after the revelation. Thus far, Anya's confirmed relationships were with a Duke, a veterinarian, and a football superstar. A builder is definitely quite the surprise - not that there's anything wrong with that!

However, not everyone seems as open to the idea of a blue collar royal boyfriend. Discussions on social media have been rather... colourful. One post read:

" Anya broke up a royal engagement and still managed to turn down handsome Prince Fonsi for a grumpy-looking BUILDER. Fonsi left Felicity for Anya. We all know it here in Selvadorada. Poor Fonsi's heart has been broken twice."

Of course, such claims cannot be confirmed as multiple reports suggest that the Prince's engagement ended for completely different reasons. There's also the fact that Anya and Fonsi have never been romantically involved.

Another person wrote:

"I would LOVE to see Emilia's face. She's been bugging Anya to marry and get knocked up so she finds the first bloke she sees and calls it a day. Our future consort is a builder. Heck, my brother's a builder and he lives right here in Brindleton! Had we known, we would've sent his ugly face her way! LOL! This is worse than Alice and her bodyguard! Serves Emilia right for being such an overbearing parent!"

There are, of course, those who love the idea of Anya's latest love story:

"I think it's wonderful and very romantic. It shows that love knows no bounds and class does not at all matter. I think this reflects wonderfully on Anya. She's always been very humble and kind towards everyone. He must be very special if Anya chose him. If they love each other, I'm all for it!"

It looks like we'll be hearing more from Gus and Anya real soon! We still have questions and we'd love to get some answers!

#ts4 #theroyalsims #ts4 simblr #simblr #ts4 royals #ts4 royal simblr #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal legacy #mystory #anya #gus #tartosa

56 notes · View notes

equallyshaw · 9 months

Text

𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓭 | 𝓶𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝔃𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓾 ↠ weekends with the martins! - blurb ↠ au masterlist! ↠ word count 1.3K little longer than i wanted lol ↠ warnings: one swear word!

when olivia found out that mat out of all people, was being invited to her weekend with the martins- she was understandably annoyed. she was ticked, even. "you're kidding." was the first thing out of her mouth this morning, once sydney told her. matt smirked as he took in sydney's reaction, "why? what happened between you two?" sydney responded with a slight teasing tone. olivia rolled her eyes, "nothing happened." she said before sipping her hot coffee. sydney pressed, "well it doesn't seem like that. he left shortly after you went upstairs...if something did we won't be upset. right hun." she said whipping her head towards her husband who just nodded. "nothing happened, and if he said something did- he's lying." olivia rasped, before turning on her heel and heading over towards winnie in the playroom. sydney and matt looked at one another with a knowing look and in a hushed tone, "do you understand how many questions he's been asking about her? she said something to him and it's captivated him." matt said and that made sydney giggle. "y'know you did the same exact thing, right?" she teased before leaving him and alice in the kitchen.

a few hours later, the martins, mat and olivia were walking through east hamptons after a quick ride up east. it had snowed a few days prior, and the small historic beach town made olivia's heart swell. she absolutely adored new england, and this was close as she could get before going back out west. mat had barely said anything beyond greeting her, much to the redheads surprise. she believed he would ramble in her ear to death, but so far he's been respecting her space. "hey our friends invited us over to their place. is that ok? the kids will get tired out before we drive home." matt announced, as they walked back to the car after eating a late brunch. olivia and mat nodded, while helping get the two kiddos in the car. olivia hopped in the back first and buckled in winnie as sydney buckled in alice. "come on dude..let us buckle you." mat teased winnie, who shrieked in response. "dude." winnie repeated, as she let him buckle her. "yeah dude." matt repeated which caused winnie to laugh loudly once more. mat situated himself next to the girl, on the other end of the three seater. she could feel him staring at her, before looking away. she looked up at him, and took in his pink nose and rosy cheeks. she saw the sharp jawline creeping out from his winter jacket. he also had soft dark locks, poking out from his beanie - no toque - as he called it. she found herself staring a bit too long, and quickly looked away. not without mat noticing ofcourse.

matt drove them about 15 minutes away from downtown, and the group pulled up to a quintessential new england style house, making her smile. "are these the wilsons?" olivia asked unbuckling winnie for sydney, and sydney nodded. "yep, they're from the cape originally." she hummed and olivia giggled, "really? couldn't tell?" she teased referencing the hosue, causing sydney to smile. sydney knew just how much olivia adored new england, and the safety net it provided. as kids, that was there happy place away from the hustle and bustle of the football season, and there- the two could be as wild and free as they liked. mat let her out of the car first, after the two kids exited. as soon as olivia and mat began to walk up the pathway, olivia hit a small patch of black ice, and olivia quickly fell back with mat catching her just a bit. "woah..not so fast." he teased as his arms instinctively found her back, as her legs were taken out from under her. she clutched her chest, not believing that she hadn't fallen on her ass. "you good?" sydney asked concerningly, as she looked back after hearing a small shriek. "uh yeah." olivia said shaking herself from mat's grip. "you sure?" he questioned, and she looked back at him for a brief second. she responded with a small nod, before stepping around the ice and following the martins up the pathway.

"ive heard so much about you! im alyssa!" a tall brunette said, pulling the young girl into a hug. "you as well! im olivia." the redhead smiled, before turning back to make room for mat. "now I've heard so much more about you!" alyssa gushed causing sydney to chuckle at olivia's reaction. "our little ones are a HUGE fan." alyssa added and mat smile, "lets meet the gremlins." he joked, causing alyssa and her husband to laugh. "lets go!" alyssa said pulling olivia by the hand into the house, behind everybody.

the two toddlers, mat and olivia found themselves outside a little while late. olivia and mat pummeled each other with snowballs, making the two young ones laugh. "im getting you esiason!" he yelled, running after her. she shrieked once he grabbed ahold of her, and then the two fell over into the packing snow. "you minx!" olivia screamed, causing the two little ones to giggle. they made their descent onto the older pair, just as mat stared down at olivia. her pale freckled face, completely red and her button nose was deep red. "oh were getting you!" olivia screamed, pulling herself away from his gaze and towards her niece. olivia rolled herself out of his hold, and stood up holding out her arms pretending she was gonna scoop winnie up. mat picked up lily wilson, and twirled her around causing her to laugh loudly.

sydney and matt watched from inside, as the hosts grabbed some light cocktails. "god he is so smitten, its nauseating." matt said causing sydney to laugh loudly. "too bad she doesn't like him." sydney responded, taking ahold of the glass. "no?" alyssa questioned and sydney shook her head. "no she cant stand him, though- we suspect something happened between them at new years but both of them have been zip." she said shrugging. "oh yeah, if she doesn't like him- talk about chemistry." alyssa pointed out, before they heard the backdoor open.

the 6 of them headed back down to long island, and the martins offered the extra bedroom to mat who gladly accepted it, after an 11:30 pm arrival time. much, much later than they had anticipated. "can you show him the room and stuff?" sydney asked without waiting for an answer, while mat and her slipped upstairs to put the kids down. olivia sighed, before looking towards mat who was already staring at her. "are you 5 or can you find it yourself?" she questioned, annoyance lacing every word. she didn't wait for an answer, and headed to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

"what do you have against me, huh? you've been nothing but rude today." he said following her, hot on her tail. she sighed, "can you not? im not in the mood." she said beginning to drink her water. he shook his head, standing his guard as he leaned against the counter island. "you don't want me to say how i really feel, because it'll hurt your feelings pretty boy." she countered, and he chuckled. "so you find me attractive, who'd a thought?" he teased and she groaned. "you and you're goddamn arrogance." she rolled her eyes beginning to walk out. he grabbed her softly by the arm, and she waited a few seconds to look back at him. "see you around canadian boy." she taunted before pulling away. he watched her go and headed up the stairs a little bit later after collecting his thoughts.

then those sane and rational thoughts went out the door when he opened her door by accident and not his.

may have to write something about that ending...hehe

@toasttt11 @cillianthinker

#mat barzal #mat barzal au #seein red au #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fic #matt martin #new york islanders #nhl #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic #nhl fic #hockey blurb #hockey #equallyshaw masterlist

47 notes · View notes

bucknastysbabe · 2 years

Text

Slips through cracks

A/N: Idk where this monstrosity TW of a beast came from but hope someone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW implied ab*se, past underage, incest, weird manipulation and childhood trauma, Aegon being Aegon, drug and alcohol abuse. Modern!au, Frottage, fucked ass up greens, Daeron’s twin reader, she’s of age in this, nepo baby Aegon with a coke problem, Daddy Criston hours, I attempted to use English terms👍🏻 xoxo your pathetic American, toxic relationships

Oh boy, the trip to Oldtown. The whole family has to go see Daeron play in the Westeros Cup of football. You included. Ripped from an Essosi holiday break to cohabitate with the most dysfunctional unit of all time for a weekend. Then you could fuck back off to your own pretentious private school, Helaena could go back to her cottagecore Etsy shit, Aemond to med school, and Aegon.

You clenched your teeth at the mere thought of him. Degenerate. Drunk. ‘Wild Prince’, Asshole. You could go on. He was videoing the plane, incessantly talking to his ‘followers’. There was no way he wasn’t coked the fuck up right now. Aemond sniffed and tucked his nose further into his book, eyes rolling at the eldest.

Alicent and Viserys had already made it to Otto’s place, sending Criston Cole to keep the ‘kids’ in check. Even though you and Daeron were legal adults now. Peering over your book you watched Helaena knit a sweater in the fine print of a spider’s web. She smiled softly and asked, “Do you think he’ll like it?” She was almost done and it did look damn good, Daeron would love it. Your twin was kind and definitely could find a way to insert the handmade item into his wardrobe.

“Yeah Hel, you know he’s going to find a way to wear it every chance possible,” you laughed.

“Darling Daeron,” she sighed under her breath, eyes dreamy. You watched her nimble fingers, tuning out Aegon’s wretched talking and Aemond’s pointed noises. Eventually your eyes slipped shut, book falling into your lap.

“It’s time to get up,” he teased in your ear, you bolting upright with a gasp. Aegon smiled down at you, grinning lecherously, tucking a strand of hair behind an ear. You scoffed and stood up, shouldering him off in the process. Your big brother whined, “C’mon you’re still mad at me? I was drunkkkk.”

Being drunk does not constitute leaving your sister in your dorm for a night after promising a ‘real flea bottom party’ with his ‘famous friends’. You cried watching him being a dumbass on social media, plastered with girls and drugs. Idiot. You got an actual Uber back to the family estate, crying to Criston about your dick brother.

You ignored him further, wanting to rip that stupid earring out of his head. Aegon pouted, prodding further, even taking your bags for you. Which the dumbass never worked out so he was struggling. You couldn’t help but quirk your lips up as the eldest brother almost fell face first down the jet’s stairs.

Aemond snatched your duffel, easily hauling it over a broad shoulder. He snapped, “You being a pathetic clown isn’t going to magically fix everything.” You shared a look with Cole and snickered. Aegon grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Oh get the stick out of your arse Aem.”

Helaena drifted aside, eyes on the sky, gazing towards the tower your mother’s side of the family was named for. You followed her gaze, frowning. It was a gleaming beacon on the outside, a gloomy vault on the inside. You hated it there, unsure why they couldn’t just abdicate the site to national affairs like every other royal did. Too proud.

Cole ushered you all into the limo, giving Aegon an extra shove and low curse, the blonde rolling his eyes. You sat far away from your elder sibling, asking Aemond how school was going. He replied in that stiff way of his, “More tests and research, then hopefully I can get my first residency. I’d like to be in a high-profile area like King’s Landing or Lannisport. Get more expertise.”

You nodded along, giving your brother best wishes. He hummed, “And your studies? Last I heard you’d rather play tennis.” You rolled your eyes and snorted, “I’ve given up hope, I won’t be a professional like Daeron. Finding myself with a passion for Psychology and it’s social aspects.”

“So you can figure out what’s wrong with the Targaryen bloodline,” Aemond said.

The aggravating ringing of Aegon’s phone ruined one of your rare conversations with Aem. He apologized sheepishly but still held up a finger as he argued with someone over the phone. It was either about one of his girls, drugs, or both. You rolled your eyes and groaned, watching the city pass by as the limo bumped it’s way toward the Hightower.

“Okay, whatever, fuck you I have plenty of others!,” Aegon spat, cheeks red from annoyance. Criston reached over the limo and snatched the cell, stuffing it in a coat pocket. Your brother gaped like a dying fish before demanding, “Give that back! I was in the middle of a conversation!”

“You’re getting on everyone’s nerves. Obviously it’s not doing you any good so why don’t we take a break, eh?” His brown eyes remained stony, arms crossed authoritatively. Ser Criston was basically the surrogate dad of your group, Viserys preoccupied with his health and elder daughter, her brood.

Aegon begged but received nothing. Eventually the prince settled down when Criston said he’d return the phone after they got there. The idiot instead rolled his window down to the crowd outside and waved, cheering with the people. You could see the cameras flashing on his cheeks, Aegon just sucking it all in. Aemond slunk deep into his seat and Helaena put on her noise cancelling headphones.

Aegon’s violet eyes turned to you, breathlessly stating, “They love me you know.” You retorted, “They love how accessible you are.” Aegon’s cheery smile faltered for a second, eyes flitting down. It didn’t last long as he painted the grin back on and blew a kiss to a girl decked in Oldtown’s team colors.

Eventually the limo pulled into the high gates surrounding the tower. Attendants were already getting your bags and taking them to the assigned rooms. Your mother, Alicent, and grandpa Otto waited by one of the many grand doors. She hugged and kissed you, blessing the seven for your safe arrival. The same spiel happened except for Aegon who got a stiff kiss on the cheek. Otto and Helaena shared an embrace, your sister happily chattering to him about her sweater for Daeron.

You raised a brow and asked, “Where is Daeron anyways? With the team still?” You checked your phone to see if you missed a text. Alicent replied, “He’ll be here later, they’re finishing up practice currently.” You frowned. Daeron had better get here quick or you feared someone was going to get stuck with a knife.

Criston held out Aegon’s phone to the blonde, who snatched it up greedily. His ringed fingers and violet eyes soaked up whatever minutes he had missed. You asked, “Can I go to my room? I have a headache.” Otto put his hand at the small of your waist and said, “Yes, come on, I’ll get someone to bring you water and medicine.”

You must’ve been really tired, blinking open your groggy eyes to see that hours had passed. Stretching your body you let out a little squeak, happy to have some alone time. Then the door crashed open and a freshly showered Daeron cheered, “Sister!” You grinned and hopped out of the bed as fast as possible, tripping in the process but your sibling caught you easily.

You pulled the taller twin into a hug, gushing, “This is so exciting! Look at you, Mister Oldtown Football himself.” Daeron blushed and rolled his eyes, “Nothing but hard work, I swear,” he added lowly, “And beating off bloodsuckers.” You smirked and both of you simultaneously said, “Aegon!”

Daeron groaned, “Yes, I had to come find you so he’d stop getting me on his social media shite. He went out to party though, so we’re clear for dinner.” You laughed and replied, “Well, let’s go have some family bonding. You need to tell me all about your year.”

“No you, freezing away in the North like that.”

Bonding with Daeron was exactly what you needed. Even dinner was not unpleasant, Viserys in a jovial mood. No one spoke of the elephant in the room. Your twin did slide his phone over to you later in the sitting room, dramatically pantomiming a gag. The video was of Aegon draining a shot between some broad’s tits. You could see the coke on the table in the back, loads of it.

Aemond peered over and barked a laugh, “Oh he’s going to be a nightmare in the morning.”

You swallowed at the comment, a thought leaving as soon as it appeared.

You grumbled, “Hopefully Cole will leave him out there.” Daeron smirked, “Someone’s still mad about summer.” You batted Daeron’s shoulder, now clad in Hel’s sweater. You pouted, “Try getting left alone all night! It sucked.” Your twin gave you a look, murmuring, “I know he’s your favorite for some reason but you shouldn’t trust Aegon.” You leveled him with a glare.

Daeron dropped the subject and the rest of the evening went smoothly. You went to bed when your twin had to return to the team complex. You tossed around for a bit, wondering about your eldest brother. Eventually sleep graced you. Not for long.

You groggily beat at whoever was in your bed. You rasped, “There’s no ghosts here Daeron.” Then realization hit you. Daeron was across Oldtown. Bolting upright you flicked on the lamp to be greeted with a disheveled Aegon. His purple eyes were big and sad. Obviously he’d been crying. Your big brother was likely suffering from a coke crash into a sad drunk fit.

You cursed, “The fuck are you doing? How did you get here?”

Aegon’s plush lips wobbled as he sniffed, “Cole got me.”

“Why are you crying?”

Aegon sniveled some more, “Did you mean that earlier? Does anyone like me? Why do y-you hate me?”

You gawked at him, perplexed by the behavior. Throwing up your hands you demanded, “Aegon you’re twenty-four years old, why are you crying in my bed like we’re children? I don’t hate you, you’re just a selfish prick.”

The blonde threw himself on top of you with another cry, apologizing profusely. You sighed, “Thanks- I guess. It hurt my feelings when you left me alone all night. I thought I was more important than that, big brother.” If you were turning the screws on him, that was your business alone, but it worked like a charm.

He pulled back and shook his pale locks, blubbering, “No-no-no you are so important to me, I am a selfish prick! I’ll make it up to you when Daeron wins!” Aegon was embarrassingly pathetic. But here you were, rubbing his heaving back while he whimpered, “No one gets me like you do.” You idly wondered if he said this to other girls or just his sister, which had long been a strangeness never deeply thought about. It’s just something that was, is.

You sighed, “I love you big brother, of course I get you, now can you get the booze clothes off and we can go to bed? I have some leftover headache stuff you can take.” He snuffled into your neck, wetting your skin with more tears. Shoving the man off you gently ushered him along.

“Promise you love me? I love you more than anything little sister,” he whispered into the darkness once the light clicked off.

You replied, eyes unblinking up into the inky black of the room while he cuddled into you, “Love you more than anything big brother.” A tear slipped down your cheek but you arms were too busy wrapped around Aegon to wipe it.

You awoke again tucked into his frame like many a night from the past. He always came back to you. As soon as Daeron and you grew up enough to not be attached at the hip, that’s when Aegon sunk his talons in.

He pressed little sleepy kisses to your neck, humming in contentment. Aegon murmured, “Smell so sweet. My perfect sister.” You swallowed at the feeling of his cock swollen and nestled between your thighs, only separated by thin cotton. Wetness had already seeped out your cunt, probably started when you were still asleep.

You chided, “A-Aegon, what if mother walks in?”

He whined, “C’mon, please, missed my sister’s pussy, please baby.” You found your will crumbling at the sounds of his breathless grunts and hot cock rubbing against your swollen folds. Aegon moaned like a needy whore in your ear, rutting harder and whimpering like he couldn’t enough. His hands grabbed and groped at your tits desperately.

“Hnnn- oh fuck, you get me so horny, m’so fucking hot for you.”

You rolled your hips back easily, playing into this mood. It was like muscle memory now, start baby talking him when he got this desperate. You pitched up your moans, “Yeah? Big brother all hard n’ achy for me? Gonna mess your little sisters panties up before breakfast?”

“Fuck!,” he cried, mouthing at your shoulder with a shudder. Aegon mewled, “Yeah, yeah- mmmfuck yeah m’gonna bust, so hard for you.” You taunted, “Didn’t even get a nut off last night? My handsome big brother surrounded by all these pretty girls and- oh- has to come rut into the baby?”

The tip of his cock was dragging the soaked material of your panties across sensitive nerves. You cried Aegon’s name softly, pressing your tits into his greedy hands, squeezing around his prick. He stuttered and whined, long and loud at your ministrations. The prince whimpered out, voice strangled by desire, “I thought about you, how much mmh- better your pussy is, oh gods m’gonna cum!”

You turned around to seize his loose lips, colliding with wet smacks. Both of you drooled and whined into eachother’s mouth, fucking faster by the second. The bed was faintly squeaking by now. You gasped, “Brother! Aegon!” He rasped, “Love you oh my gods love you.”

The elder seized up, hot cum soaking and staining your underwear further. He whined through his nose, exhaling on a choppy breath. You came soon after, Aegon’s whining and tweaking at your tits sending you over the precipice with a tight squeeze and muffled wail.

Your legs trembled as he slumped against you, pressing another kiss before rolling onto his back with a sigh. He jerked you over to him while fumbling to the side for his phone. You laid quietly while he slid through the messages and videos, a frown on his lips. He asked, “Do you ever think about running off to Essos?”

You shrugged, “Sometimes. I don’t think it’ll be much different for you in Braavos or Astapor.”

He challenged, “It would be just me and you. I swear.” The phone was put away petulantly, his red rimmed eyes staring into your own. Footsteps passed outside, your eyes nervously flickering to the door. Peering back at Aegon you said, “Just say the word and I’ll go, big brother.”

He seemed satisfied at that, lips curling back up. Aegon sighed, “Good. I’ll get going then. Love you.” He pecked your lips again and darted out an old servant’s exit while you watched blankly. Holding back a retch you texted Daeron, “Good luck today!”

#READ THEM TWS #dead dove #aegon ii angst #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #hotd fic #hotd smut #targaryen!reader #modern!au

162 notes · View notes

progmetol · 7 months

Text

Cecil Headcanons #1

Ok this is assorted with no particular order or theme. I’ve been sitting on this for a while and I keep adding to it. So I’m gonna post it now while it’s a… “reasonable”… length, and probably eventually do a part 2. I also intend on eventually doing a GDA headcanons post because I have a lot that are more broad to the GDA as a whole and not just Cecil.

Discusses his backstory from the comics slightly but nothing that’s really a spoiler.

- From the outskirts of Jacksonville, Florida (dear God no wonder he’s the way he is). Has a southern accent that he represses, but slips out occasionally. It does in the show too, so this isn’t entirely conjecture.

- Father is from Alabama. Mother from Florida.

- Majored in counterterrorism (most 3 letter gov orgs irl require a bachelor’s degree, I can’t see the GDA being any different)

- Chose to enter the military initially due to his older brother being a victim of a supervillain terrorist attack. Previously a sports prodigy, he was left paralyzed and unable to pursue his dreams.

- Was a green beret before being introduced to the GDA. Was invited to the CIA’s SAD or the GDA’s SPECOPs. He chose the latter.

- Was a spec ops commando that worked to support behind the scenes of superhero operations. Basically, they’d do dirty work while the public superhero they are working with is soaking up the attention and serving as a distraction.

- His call sign was Rooster, inspired by his mullet. The hair in front would stick straight up, which caused him to grow that thing all the way out. He eventually was “promoted” to Phoenix, which got it after being, quite literally, reborn from ash. Had a few other nicknames too though, mostly derogatory and in reference to his scar.

- Usually supported/worked alongside Brit. They became best friends and still are to this day please don’t cut him from the show Amazon

- Due to the chemical treatments he takes to maintain his artificial skin grafts he looks older than he actually is. And that’s not even mentioning the immense amount of stress he endures. He’s actually in his mid 50s but nobody really believes him. Male pattern baldness is a bitch as well.

- Insane sharpshooter and is proficient with just about any firearm you put in his hands. Even to this day, sets aside an hour to train in the range and keep those skills sharp. Never know when you’ll need them. Always carrying heat.

- Addicted to coffee. Occasionally adds whiskey. That isn’t good for you, but nobody has the guts to scold him (anymore).

- Usually drinks coffee black since it’s easiest and fastest to prepare, but will not turn down a latte. Loves any coffee with three pounds of sugar and milk dumped in it.

- Also likes jack and coke but this is much more seldomly witnessed.

- Wine too. Anything alcohol he will drink really. Beer.

- Loves Italian food. Isn’t really a picky eater though and will eat just about anything put in front of him, for better or worse.

- Refuses to use any sort of cloning technology on himself. He believes that with the idea of only having one chance in the back of his mind, he will be more pressed to use that chance to its fullest. This isn’t public knowledge though.

- Really likes sweets and that problem is the primary reason for his weight gain besides stress. Baked goods are his favorite but he even likes shitty cheap candy.

- The US flag pin belonged to his wife. He wears that one specifically to remind himself of her. He likes his stupid ass reminders.

- Enjoys listening to music or sports while doing things like paperwork (but he never sets aside time to just listen to them). He enjoys classic rock, old school heavy metal, and surprisingly, piano music. If I had to name bands I’d say Black Sabbath, Alice Cooper, Led Zepplin, etc. As for sports he’s mostly into football (his team is the Jags).

- Messy as fuck, but in an “organized chaos” kind of way. He knows where everything is in his office but it looks like a wreck.

- Smokes a pipe. This actually isn’t a headcanon it’s in the early comics. It’s a rare occurrence, he is somehow not addicted. Despite this, his mouth and respiratory system are in perfect condition due to GDA medical tech.

- He’s a fucking hypocrite about a handful of topics, usually morality, emotions and relationships. He also is completely aware of it and views it as an unfixable flaw.

- He knew Nolan killed the guardians from day 1. He just hired the detective to make it seem to Nolan like the GDA didn’t know and was still investigating. Just a means to buy more time. His contingency plan for Nolan was not ready. I genuinely think this is canon btw but it’s never explicitly stated.

- He thinks the costumes that heroes wear are stupid and (mostly) impractical. The only reason they still are used is to divert the attention towards the heroes and not the fact that there is a government organization directing them.

- Black belt in Taekwondo + skilled in some other martial arts. Basically Solid Snake with his CQC. Similar skill set between characters. Is a stealth guy also.

- Carries four guns on him at all times. Two in his coat. One in his belt. One on his shin. One of the ones in his coat is a laser pistol, just in case you run into someone bullet resistant. But as the Heavy from TF2 says: it’s tough to find someone who can outsmart bullets. Unfortunately I can name three major characters in Invincible right off the bat that can. Tough luck.

- May come as surprising but he’s religious. His main thought process is that in a world as chaotic as his, some people may be inclined to think there isn’t a god, but he is inclined to do the opposite because he thinks that there are some situations in which you’ve done all you can and all that you can do now is pray. He isn’t really hardcore though. This idea stems from all the religious imagery that shows up around Cecil for some reason. I’m not tweaking I swear. I could go on a whole thing about that correlation but that’s a different topic.

- Adding on to this, a major idea in Christianity is that God allows evil to persist because it will eventually result in a greater good. SOUND FAMILIAR? He got it from somewhere.

- The only Korn song he knows is Here to Stay and he knows it by memory. Yes this is oddly specific and I will not elaborate.

- Tends to be crude, but in moderation. Definitely tries to tone in down in front of women. Professionals have standards.

- Dude could still break your back (assuming you don’t have superhuman durability) even in his older age. He’s a little out of shape but the muscle memory is still intact.

- Can sing surprisingly well. No training at all so he’s not professional level, but it’s pretty damn good for no training. It’s rare that anyone ever witness though. Once in a lifetime event if they are lucky.

- Can write with both hands, simultaneously, different things. It took a lot of effort to learn (just kidding. secret government hypnosis) and is incredibly useful for multitasking.

- His hair genetics are really screwed up. First he started showing male pattern baldness in his 20s, though it didn’t really get notably bad until later (we know how that turned out). He’s really attached to his hair and refuses to shave what’s left of it. He’d never admit it but he is self conscious about it.

- In addition he started graying severely at a relatively early age, 30s, due to stress. He dyed it back to its platinum blond color almost religiously but eventually gave up, too much work for no payoff.

- Occasionally when his work is super backed up, he doesn’t get to shave and his stubble grows out. Hair doesn’t grow where his burn scar is so there’s a big spot there that has nothing.

- The side of his mouth with the scar has reduced mobility due to nerve damage. It doesn’t impact his speech but his muscles do not work properly there. When he smiles or frowns that side of his face just doesn’t move.

BONUS

CECIL’S SCHEDULE (just for fun)

Literally at any given time he can go on call because incidents can happen whenever. But on a typical day…

5 am - Work day officially starts. Paperwork time, get ready for the day. Check meeting schedule and any missed news.

6 am - Breakfast. He’s still working while eating.

6:30 am - Meeting window opens.

- Check on department heads, make sure there’s no problems.

7 am - Check on Guardians and other GDA teams.

12 pm - Lunch. See breakfast.

12:30 pm - Check on department heads, make sure there’s no problems.

3 pm - Meeting window closes. Exercise hour because gotta stay in shape.

6 pm - Dinner. He’s still working, what did you expect.

6:30 pm - Check on department heads. Make sure there’s no problems.

7:00 pm - Check on Guardians and other GDA teams.

9 pm - Cecil hits the range because you gotta stay sharp and strapped. Training hour.

10 pm - More office stuff.

12 am - Brinner. That’s right. He has four meals a day, because he doesn’t sleep. Plus, even with the reinvigoration he gets from the chemical treatment, he needs more energy to account for him being awake longer and burning more energy.

3 am - The infamous hot tub. Reinvigorates his body as a whole, not just the skin.

4 am - Make sure night shift stuff went well. Otherwise, paperwork.

#invincible #cecil stedman #mp talks

26 notes · View notes

scruffytheclown · 8 months

Text

My Fav Character's Fav Songs

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Self Defeating Prophecy by Dystopia

Let's be real here, Ghost would listen to the most disgusting metal to drown out everything else. Bro is not going to be listening to explicitly sad music cause that would mean he would have to think about his feelings and he doesn't want to do that. He would, however, know a surprising amount about music and would have sludge bands with like 100 monthly listeners on his playlist. Ultimately, Ghost is blaring the most disturbing, harsh metal known to man. His favorite is Self Defeating Prophecy because of the rattling vocals and extreme drum breaks.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Rooster by Alice in Chains

Soap would be a Dad Rock kind of guy but in a "my dad was a teenager in the '90s" way. So a lot of grunge. He could get behind some heavy shit for sure, but really appreciates some solid vocals. I think Soap would actually have a pretty good voice and would be able to sing along to Eddie Vedder or Chris Cornell songs. I feel like he's at least a little more in tune with his emotions and would listen to Nothingman by Pearl Jam alone at night. Rooster would be his favorite song because he can relate to the lyrics since the song is about a Vietnam War veteran.

Jujutsu Kaisen Spoilers Mentioned Ahead

Suguru Geto

But The Regrets Are Killing Me by American Football

Bro is a fucking math rock, midwest emo freak, I'm so sorry. Geto is blaring songs about self destruction with some of the most beautiful guitar riffs. And he was doing that before the KFC breakup too. The American Football song is his favorite though because it almost perfectly represents his tragic relationship with Gojo. I know he's constantly racked with guilt and regret, but is so far gone that he feels like he couldn't change. His music taste mirrors that. GAH it hurts. Are you kidding, "A long goodbye with mixed emotions"? Pretty much sums it all up.

Satoru Gojo

New Song by Maggie Rogers & Del Water Gap

Gojo gets it. Man has a 20 hour crying playlist. He never got over Suguru and probably visited him (or at least wanted to) after they split apart because he would never love anyone the same ever again. New Song helps him justify his lasting feelings about Suguru and how he would go back to him in a heartbeat if he could. But alas. "Is there a cure for this hunger? A terrible curse to be under." Hmmm, kind of reminds me of "Love is the most twisted curse of all."

Damn, all my favorite characters emo as fuck. Bless them. Sorry for making them more sad.

#ghost mw2 #modern warfare ii #simon ghost riley #call of duty #ghost x soap #soap cod #soapghost #spotify #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk suguru #jujustu kaisen #satosugu #gojo satoru

23 notes · View notes

lisbeth-kk · 1 year

Text

May 14 prompt: time (thanks for the tag @notjustamumj @meetinginsamarra @raina-at

The day we met

Sherlock’s undercover. In Liverpool of all places. Greg’s mentioned something about a football team being the city’s pride and joy. Sherlock’s deleted the rest of that information. Not relevant. What is relevant is the fact that Sherlock’s going to perform on live television. In front of the whole world. Apparently Ukraine won last year’s competition, but due to the war, and the UK coming second, Liverpool is hosting the Eurovision this year. Sherlock’s not totally oblivious, but he’s got no interest in the competition per se. The reason he’s present is that a threat’s been made, and Mrs. Hudson’s asked for Sherlock’s help finding the culprit. Normally he wouldn’t considered this sort of case, but Mrs. Hudson’s niece is the one who’s been threatened and she’s also one of the dancers in the show. Her fiancé is the one who’s narrowed down the number of suspects for some reason. Sherlock almost had an aneurism from mere boredom while Mrs. Hudson told him about the whole charade.

“The things I do for you, Hudders,” Sherlock had said before he kissed her cheek and headed out of Baker Street.

***

So, here he is, all dressed up in a leather outfit in black and purple. According to Alice, the niece, it should’ve been black and red, but as Sherlock’s the only male dancer in this dance number, he went for colours more suited for his skin tone. Mrs. Hudson’s clearly warned Alice about him, because she just shrugs when he explains himself.

A short man with gold and silvery hair approaches them, a clipboard in his hand and an earpiece in his left ear.

“That’s John,” Alice whispers. “He’s the stage manager. You don’t want to mess with him.”

Sherlock gives this John a onceover and smirks. Ex-military most certainly. Sherlock licks his lips in anticipation. Maybe this case won’t be as bad as he feared.

***

As John approaches Alice and this new fellow, he can’t help but cast an appreciative look at the newcomer. He’s tall and slender, pale, flawless skin, the most striking face John’s seen in a while and raven curls, meticulously styled. All of him radiates his posh upbringing. Public school, rich parents, arrogant, spoiled. All the things John despises, but if he does his job properly, John can at least enjoy the look of him while this last. There are ten days until the final, and John decides to make the best of it.

“Afghanistan or Iraq?” are the words greeting John.

Normally John’s not one to get startled, but the question, not to mention the voice asking, leaves him amazed.

“Sorry, no time for pleasantries today, I’m afraid,” John says brusquely. “I’m John Watson, stage manager. You are?”

“Sherlock Holmes,” the man says with a knowing look.

Of course he would have a posh and exquisite name as well.

John feels his face blush. He hasn’t done that since high school.

“Right. Welcome, Sherlock. You’re familiar with this dance?” John inquires as professionally as he can manage.

“Obviously,” Sherlock says and rolls his eyes. “Shall we begin the rehearsal anytime this month?

John rolls his eyes and summons the dancers. They go through the dance a few times. Sherlock’s an excellent dancer and falls into step with the others in record time. His lithe body moving around the stage in the sensual manner the dance requires, makes John’s mouth salivate considerably.

“Alright. One last time, then you can all take a few hours break and some lunch,” John states.

***

While the other dancers have lunch, Sherlock changes out of his costume and sends a text to Alice’s fiancé, Richard. They meet in Richard’s office, and Sherlock’s shown the little evidence Richard’s got. There are three messages. All of them spelled with cut out letters from The Times.

“How do you know it’s The Times?” Richard asks astounded.

“Please,” Sherlock drawls and rolls his eyes, but doesn’t elaborate.

Richard doesn’t pursue the matter. Mrs Hudson’s done her job at least. She knows he hates pestering and nagging when he states the obvious. The obvious to him, that is.

“Any suspects?” Sherlock asks, not too hopeful.

Richard surprises him. He’s actually quite astute.

“Eleanor, Cindy or Taylor,” he states with confidence.

Sherlock looks attentively at him.

“Eleanor is jealous of Alice getting the job. She was certain she’d get it, but she’s not half as good a dancer as my Alice,” Richard says affectionately.

“Alright. What about the others?” Sherlock prompts impatiently .

“Well, Cindy’s just a bitch on a regular basis, so that’s why I mentioned her. Not lightly her, but you said to be thorough when you texted me earlier.”

“Quite so,” Sherlock agrees.

“Then there’s Taylor. She…um…how shall I put it? She thinks of herself…well at a level above the rest of us. Her name isn’t actually Taylor at all, but she doesn’t respond when she’s called by her birth name, which is Anna, by the way. You see, she’s auditioned for Taylor Swift. It’s a few years back now, but after that, she started calling herself Taylor, and she’s totally weird. Doesn’t have to mean anything, of course.”

Richard trails off when he sees Sherlock’s blank face.

“You know who Taylor Swift is, yes?” he asks cautiously.

“Why would I? Is she, I assume it’s a she, relevant to this case?” Sherlock asks curiously.

“Er…no…I guess not,” Richard stutters.

“Well, then. Where can I find this Eleanor?”

***

“You’ve lost your mind, Watson,” John mutters to himself.

After five days of rehearsal, the show’s looking promising, but John’s predicament is of a more personal matter. He’s totally besotted with Sherlock Holmes, and that’s a bit not good. John’s never been one to hide his feelings very well, and Sherlock seems to notice every tiny glance John cast Sherlock’s way. Not that Sherlock’s been dismissive, the opposite, rather. But it’s highly unprofessional, and John’s a man of principles, so there’s that.

“John,” a familiar baritone purrs in his ear.

“Jesus, Sherlock!” John exclaims.

John had been lost in thought and hadn’t been watching where he was going. He had stopped right outside the women’s dressing room and out of nowhere, Sherlock emerged. Not entirely true. He’d actually come out of said room.

“What have you been doing in there?” John asks suspiciously.

“Investigating,” Sherlock mutters while texting rapidly on his phone.

“Invest…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, John,” Sherlock snaps.

He looks at John with narrowed eyes.

“I’ll explain it to you over dinner, if you’re so inclined. You’re dying to know what I’m up to, and you can finally answer my question from the day we met. Meet me at the entrance at seven.”

And with that Sherlock’s gone, leaving John speechless.

***

Waiting for the time to pass, was agony, and John obviously knew time didn’t go slower than normal just because he was eagerly anticipating what might occur during dinner with Sherlock. Nevertheless, time seemed to have stopped momentarily. When he turned up at the entrance, he had to wait another ten minutes before Sherlock showed.

“Shall we?” Sherlock said without apologising for being late.

He was texting at his phone again, in an unfathomable speed. Just as John was about to ask if his company was warranted at all, Sherlock pocketed his phone and stopped outside an Italian restaurant.

“After you, John,” Sherlock said and held the door open for John to enter first.

It smelled delicious of Italian cuisine and the interior was cosy and not as posh as John had anticipated. They were shown to a secluded table with a chequered table cloth, large wine glasses, and a lit candle. They ordered wine and pasta, and Sherlock asked his question again.

“Afghanistan or Iraq?”

Instead of answering, John asked a question of his own.

“How did you know?”

Sherlock’s rapid deduction made John gape. Before he could praise the precise analysis, their waiter brought the wine and shortly after the pasta. John was famished, so he decided to eat first and ask further questions later.

Sherlock wasn’t much of an eater, so between his nibbling on the garlic bread and rigatoni, he told John about why he’d been inside the women’s dressing room.

“So, if you solve the case before the final, you’ll be heading back to London?” John asks with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

“Normally yes. The other dancers aren’t dependent on me. However, I have other interests than the case,” Sherlock says.

Suddenly he looks shy, something John didn’t think Sherlock was even capable of. The wine makes John relax and he feels a bit bold, so he reaches over the table for Sherlock’s hand. While stroking Sherlock’s knuckles with his thumb, his eyes meet Sherlock’s and the look in those cerulean eyes, makes John shiver.

“Care to elaborate?” John asks hoarsely.

“Mm, after dessert,” Sherlock answers.

Decided to pay a little homage to Eurovision from last night, but I've been struggling all day with this after 4 hours of sleep, so go easy on me...

@totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @missdeliadili @topsyturvy-turtely

#sherlock fandom #sherlock #sherlock fanfic #johnlock #john watson #ao3 fanfic #notjustamom may prompts #time #eurovision #alternate universe #alternate meeting

56 notes · View notes

h0lyground · 7 months

Text

right so haaland’s back on form then

#all the bitches who ragged on him for not scoring after coming back….#alice’s football hour #mcfc

2 notes · View notes

lilyrizzy · 2 years

Note

when you were dreaming I looked in, I saw everything I saw fresh new grass, that's growing, it's growing you've got a big, big heart, it's showing, it's showing

---

"I think Victoria is trying to make her own five-a-side soccer team," Daniel says, a joke to dull the ache in his throat that comes with watching Max settle Linus. "Only boys for the Verstappen's, huh?"

When Max lifts his head to look at Daniel it makes a change from the last few hours of him only having eyes for his newest nephew. The pool of love in them is shallow, close to the surface because he is always so willing to give it away. It's the longing that's deeper.

"It is the boy that decides the sex actually," he says, all deadpan, and of course Max knows that. "Besides, girls can of course play football also."

It always, like, unsettles something in Daniel, almost. To be reminded over and over of all the ways Max is gentle and soft where he could be hard and sharp. Almost anyone else who grew up the way he did, with the man he did would be, but Max is always- Max.

The person Daniel built a home away from home with until it became the place they belonged more than Perth or Belgium.

Victoria is putting the other two kids to bed. It's just him and Max. Linus too of course, but he can keep a secret, so Daniel finds a way to ask for what he's been imagining since Max first sent him a photograph of him cradling a newborn Luka in his arms. Years ago now.

"Does that mean we still stand a chance for a girl?"

He can hear the sharp little intake of Max's breath, watches the way his fingers flex ever so slightly on the soft rolls of Linus's arms right before he turns to settle him into the crib.

Straightening up, he breathes, "Daniel," but then nothing else.

"We'd be in your mum's good books then, right? If we pulled off the first granddaughter and all," Daniel says quickly.

He's nervous. Max told him on the beach right after his father died that he would want whatever life Daniel did, however it looked. At the time it had been more than enough, but now Daniel needs him to want this for himself as well.

"You want a little baby?"

Max turns as he asks it, and the look of disbelief is there still, but also something more. Hope.

"Well I don't know how little they would be if your sperm gets P1 and all, but-"

Daniel doesn't get to finish his sentence, because Max is flinging himself into Daniel's arms saying, "yes, yes, Daniel, that would be lovely, please, yes," all in one big rush. Like this an offer with an expiration date and not like, Daniel's dream, even if he was slow to realise it.

His arms fit around Max's waist as naturally as ever, his face pressing into his hair, and he lets the reality of it sink in.

They're going to be parents.

He thinks, I'm going to be a dad, dad.

It's strange, that with such a big piece missing Daniel's life can still be so full.

#thank you leah & thank you for letting me steal this prompt idea :)#in that iron ground #even if you hate the fic #listen to the song her music is perfect imo #cw parental death mentions but minor tbh #max/daniel #fic #also this may be terrible #im so ill lol

134 notes · View notes

x--daughters-of-darkness--x · 18 days

Text

NITA STRAUSS Celebrates Nine Years Of Sobriety

Nita Strauss is celebrating the ninth anniversary of her getting sober.

The 37-year-old Alice Cooper guitarist credited the 12-Step program with helping her live her life without alcohol.

Earlier today (Thursday, September 5),she shared an image revealing she has been sober for nine years, 108 months, 3,289 days or 78,916 hours.

During a December 2021 appearance on "Guitar Autopsy", the video podcast hosted by Rusty Cooley, Strauss spoke about how she managed to lose 50 pounds and get sober while on tour back in 2015.

"My whole approach to sobriety and health and fitness is to educate but not ever force," she said. "I wouldn't ever want it to be, like, 'You have to stop drinking. You have to do cardio every day,' or whatever. All I can share is really what worked for me, and that was alcohol was extremely, extremely detrimental in my personal life.

"I got sober in 2015 and I basically just decided to make the most of it and said, 'If I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna do it right,'" she continued. "And I switched from going to the bar after the show to going to the Barbell in the morning, for lack of a better term. [Laughs] I hooked up with great bodybuilding coaches that [helped] me [with] my diet and my workout while I'm on the road. I use the right supplements, I eat the right food. I have dieticians at RP Strength, I have a workout coach, I take all the right supplements, I drink my green drinks, I take all my vitamins and I stay on track. And the more I did it, people in our community — the rock and metal community — were starting to ask how I did it. And I was writing these long captions on my phone: 'First things first, you drink a lot of water…' da da da. And so I thought why not inspire people to do more. So I created 'Body Shred'. And 'Body Shred' is the first fitness challenge that I know of that is aimed at the music community."

In 2020, Strauss credited her now-husband and manager Josh Villalta with helping her live her life without alcohol. At the time, she wrote: "I thought I needed a drink for just about everything. To be confident on stage. To be social after shows. To celebrate. To mourn. To take the edge off frustration or the sting out of a bad day. To relax and laugh at lunch with girlfriends, or watch football with the guys on Sundays. I was terrified that my life was going to change, that without alcohol I wouldn't be ME anymore, that I would lose my circle of friends, and my onstage charisma, and become someone else. ALL those things happened... but not in the way I thought they would.

"Change came first in my relationship, in the form of less fighting and drama, and more productivity, peace and love. Thank you @thejoshv for being the catalyst to the best thing I ever did for myself. I love you.

"The ME that I was before would have stayed up until 6 am at the bar or in the bus front lounge. The ME that I became would rather get up at 6 and get to the gym before starting the day.

"My busy circle of friends was almost immediately reduced to a core 3. I've learned that when it comes to friendships, quality is ALWAYS better than quantity. If your friends have no interest in spending time with you after you make a change for the better, they weren't your real friends.

"My first show without alcohol was in front of 15,000 people. I felt like a scarecrow someone had propped up on stage to scare birds. Nothing felt natural. I was going through the motions, with this absurd idea running through my head 'everyone is looking at me. Everyone knows.'

"I went out by the bus to talk to fans afterward, and do you know what they said? 'Wow you were so great! Where do you get all that energy? You add so much to Alice's band!'

"ALL of that insecurity, ALL the fears, ALL the doubt was in my head. Those are your demons that make you think you need them.

"I'm content to sit at the bar, order a soda water with lime and watch the game now. I wouldn't trade back to my old life for anything."

Back in 2018, Nita spoke openly about how she got finally sober in September 2015, saying that Josh has always been "a tough-love type" in the way she approached her sobriety. "He's, like, 'Look, you're on this path, and I support you, but I'm not changing the way I do things at all," she explained in an interview with "Chasing Glory With Lilian Garcia". "And I'm kind of glad, in retrospect, that he did that, because it threw me into the fire and showed me, like, 'Hey, you can be [around people who are drinking] and not drink.' He has continued to drink throughout [this entire period], but he didn't want me to drink, because when I would drink, I would start fights and I would get emotional and I would overreact to stupid things, like you do when you drink — it's part of drinking; it heightens all your emotions and everything." Nita also revealed that she has never participated in Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) to help her stay sober.

#nita strauss #YAY one day at the time #congratulations

3 notes · View notes

ouatnextgen · 8 months

Note

Any headcanons for the next gen?

Finally can answer! Sorry this took so long lmao. These are just a bunch of random headcanons

Reblogging for the update that Alice is now Hope's sister.

Roland

He loves baked goods, especially when they’re baked by Regina, and has a strange love of Mountain Dew, which grosses everyone out

He got his first tattoo, the exact same lion tattoo that Robin had, in the exact same place, when he was twelve, thanks to Little John, and Regina almost fainted when she found out.

He inherits his father’s arrows, rings, and wardrobe, while his sister gets his bow. Before he died, Robin made Roland his very own bow, and that is the one he uses

His biggest secret is that he doesn't want to lead the Merry Men, like his father before him; he wants to be a baker

Surprisingly squeamish. Doesn’t do well with blood or guts

90% of his Storybrooke wardrobe is flannels

He likes camping, hiking, and just generally being outside

Is a pretty good singer, and knows how to play the acoustic guitar

His favorite season is autumn

His favorite color is red

Alex

They have survived solely on food from Granny’s Diner and coffee since they graduated high school

They actually work at Granny’s Diner, pretty much doing Ruby’s job after she moved to Oz.

In several instances, they had managed to convince many small children that the pink streaks in their hair are 100% natural

Can wield a dagger pretty well, but is a self-proclaimed “runner” and not a fighter

Most of the graffiti around Storybrooke can be attributed to them

Though they’d rather die than admit it, they really like doing so-called “feminine” hobbies like knitting, sewing, and crocheting. They are very proficient at all three

Got a tongue piercing at 12:01 am, the very day that they turned eighteen

They play the bass, and dream of starting a garage band

Their favorite season is summer

Their favorite color is pink

Leo

Really likes spicy foods. Or foods he can dump gallons of hot sauce on. He pretends to be a tea drinker, but really can’t stand the stuff

Secretly loves country music, but knows that his friends would crucify him if they found out

His least favorite subject in school is English, because he feels like he gets interpretations of stories “wrong” somehow. Math is easier because it’s “straightforward”

He’s a guard on the school football team

Somehow, he’s also senior class president and has a 3.89 GPA

Since in this AU, Regina turned down the offer to be queen in favor of Snow, Leo is next in line for the throne (Emma opted out)

Can’t do archery for shit, but is great at fencing

He likes to babysit his brother and other neighborhood kids

His favorite season is spring

His favorite color is indigo

He’s one of those people who only eats plain noodles with butter, and only drinks water if it’s ice-cold or flavored. Very picky.

He has dyspraxia, which is a disorder similar to dyslexia. It affects his movement and coordination functions (my little brother has this) so he is very prone to stumbling, dropping things, and just general clumsiness.

He’s a night owl. He tends to stay awake until three hours before he has to get up (“Three hours is enough sleep, right?”) which results in a lot of coffee consumption

He’s a member of the school drama club, and has performed in many plays and musicals

He’s really into urban area gardening, where he grows plants and food in tiny boxes around his house

His honorary aunt is Mulan, and she was the one who taught him sword fighting, archery, and helped him figure out that he’s gay

He likes to live in the moment, and do spontaneous things. He’d rather regret doing something than not doing something.

He has Alex sneak him into clubs sometimes, just to do something rebellious for kicks

His favorite season is spring

His favorite color is purple

Robyn

Thanks to Regina’s influence, she loves apple flavored food

She got her glasses in her freshman year of high school. Before that, she just…moved closer to the board to see what was going on (I know in canon she only has her glasses when she’s cursed, but I like the idea of Robyn, the archer, needing glasses full-time, so here we are.)

She inherits Robin’s bow, and carries it around with her like a favorite teddy bear (when Robin comes back to life he teaches her how to make her own bow)

She longs to escape Storybrooke and travel the different realms, like Henry

She loves the outdoors like Roland, but not quite as much.

Her magic is chaotic and wild, like her personality

She’s on the school soccer team, and kicks everyone’s ass

The only jewelry she ever wears is a ring her mother got for her

Her favorite season is summer

Her favorite color is green

Gideon

Has a weakness for seafood, and regularly drinks tea

He’s a math nerd, and is on the school’s mathlete team

Unsurprisingly, he loves to read. Fiction or nonfiction, he doesn’t care. He’ll read five books a day if Belle lets him.

He also likes video games, but is very bad at them

He’s on the autism spectrum

He likes keeping journals, and keeps several personal journals, study journals, and doodle journals

Since his magic is inherently dark, he doesn’t like to use it much. If he does need to use magic, it can trigger memories from his time as the Black Fairy’s puppet to come back in the form of nightmares

He wants to be a therapist when he grows up, and maybe publish a book or two

His favorite season is winter

His favorite color is orange

Alice

She loves to eat things with marmalade, and even just marmalade straight from the jar. And she’s british…so tea is life

She has a mental illness (canon never gave her a proper diagnosis), and takes prescribed medication that helps her symptoms. When she has "bad days," Robyn, Hope, and their parents know how to help her.

She loves the idea of dying or putting streaks in her hair, but she’s slightly worried she’ll regret it later on, so hasn’t tried it yet

She still loves to paint, doodle, draw, and basically anything artsy.

She loves to play chess with her father, and other, more modern board games with her friends. Her favorites are Candy Land, Battleship, and Monopoly.

She rarely uses her light magic, and only to protect people. Emma trains with her regularly

She will stay awake into the wee hours to go stargazing, and loves astronomy, star mapping, and even the zodiac signs (she’s a proud Aries)

Even though she’s never officially sailed a ship, she knows the inner workings of how to do it so well, she might as well be a sailor

Her favorite season is summer

Her favorite color is teal

Hope

Her favorite food is literally just cheese

She is on the autism spectrum

She has a special interest in swords, which results in a large sword collection, and a bunch of useless sword facts

She also has a special interest in dancing, which results in her now knowing a few books worth of dances, both modern and classical

She’s on the school dance squad (see above)

She likes to go sailing with Killian and Alice

Her favorite piece of jewelry is the swan necklace her parents gave her

Going to the beach calms her down, and she listens to ocean noises to fall asleep

Her favorite season is summer

Her favorite color is navy blue

#ouat next generation #ouat next gen #hope swan jones #gideon gold #robyn hood #robin mills #neal nolan #prince philip ii #alexandra boyd #roland hood #leo nolan #prince phillip ii #alice jones #tilly ouat #alice swan jones

11 notes · View notes