#and their smoothies are the same colour

[inkdrinkerworld]

James loves mornings with you. You wake up nearly at the same time, and though James goes on runs while you do your yoga, your mornings are nearly the best part of your day.

By the time you're finished with your yoga, James is just making it through the front door all sweaty and slightly breathless. "Hey Jamie, good run?"

He nods, kissing your cheek, "Do you want a smoothie? We've got a little of those peaches left so they don't get grainy." James is already taking down the blender and reaching for the freezer.

"Just a small one though, I've been feeling for avocado and scrambled eggs."

You and James work like a well-oiled machine as you both make breakfast- you make three scrambled eggs and avocado toasts for James, and two for yourself, and James makes his smoothie with oats and berries and all things textured, and yours with peaches, whole milk and protein powder.

Breakfast is the chattiest you can be with him, asking about his plans for the day after training and James asking after the kids at work.

"I'll wash up Jamie, will you pick an outfit for me? I wanna wear my hair down today."

James takes outfit choosing duty as serious as if he were a doctor performing surgery. "Any specific colour for today, angel?"

You hum, soapy sponge scraping against your plates. "Maybe something with orange."

James presses another kiss to your face before heading to your bedroom. He takes a quick shower, changes into a pair of sweatpants and a compression shirt, and then gets to work- he sifts through your closet, finding a pair of white flared soft pants and then spots your orange turtleneck that you never have a chance to wear.

"All done baby, m'gonna pack your lunch and then warm the car, 'kay?"

You beam, there's never been a better man than James Fleamont Potter. "Thank you Jamie," you stop him by the door, cupping his cheek as you kiss his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweet girl."

[ch4mpagnedrought]

compensation

[full series]

mdni ! art donaldson

summary: you and art cant help but try and compensate for everything you’re missing out on now that tashi and patrick are together.

ever since tashi had suggested a game of tennis for her number and patrick won, its left you and art to roam around the stanford campus like two little lost puppies, begging for their attention when patrick comes to visit tashi.

patrick has made it impossible to get a hold of the girl, her dorm room always locked and her absence in the daily work-outs the two of you usually have made very obvious. not to mention the betrayal art must be feeling, having his best friend be only in the adjacent building to him, but never coming to actually see him.

you’ve had to find ways to preoccupy yourselves, and stop you from going on an angry rampage, like;

hitting racket to ball in the middle of the court, not even bothering to play a real game. “my prof is making me rewrite my whole assignment this week.” you complain, aiming the ball at the green fencing at the sides and watching it bounce back in art’s direction for your own botched version of squash. he laughs loudly, “who knew you were so bad at everything besides tennis.” you shoot him a scowl and his eyes widen, shoulders shrugging unapologetically as he swings his arm once again.

spring fading into summer means that evenings still have a little light in them, and you fight the urge to lie straight down on the tarmac and look up at the greying sky. the light breeze washes through art’s strawberry blonde hair, swaying it to the side to expose his brows that furrow when you let the ball bounce away between your legs, looking at him with a tense expression. the thought that tashi and patrick were somewhere doing god knows what (you knew what) and completely ignoring you made a reappearance in your head suddenly, and it boiled your blood. “ugh! im gonna kill them!” you huff out, grabbing the ball from the ground and stomping to where you left your stuff. art’s arm finding the both of your shoulders, “ditto that.”

having lunch at the food hall together: waiting in line for the same exact salad that you get every day, curtesy of your game-preparation meal plan and taking a seat on the bar stools that overlook the rest of the campus. stabbing your fork into the frail pieces of lettuce in your plastic bowl, art taking another bite of his churro in silence and licking away all the rouge sugar particles from his lips. “you know, patrick didn’t even bother to call me about his visit.” art says, taking off his red baseball cap just to put it back on his head again. “what a dog.” you scoff, shaking your head and taking a sip of your smoothie that tastes a little grainy from the protein powder. you would’ve continued to rant if you hadn’t spotted tashi and patrick walking hand-in-hand in the distance, all smiles and giggles; it makes you sick. “look.” you point it out to art and he mocks patrick in a high-pitched voice, “hey tashi aren’t i so cool? i play pro and i’m totally not cheating on you.” you chuckle, leaning over to snag a bite of his churro.

and confiding in each other in art’s dorm late at night, when the haunting noises coming from the other side of your wall get too much.

his room is surprisingly so…boyish. a couple posters of tennis stars on the walls that seem so out of place, like he put them there for the sole purpose of taking up space. his medals are hung up on the corner of his wardrobe, tinkering on the edge and there is an unidentified pile of clothing in the corner.

his sheets are a deep maroon colour and you lie flat across them, both of your heads leaning on the single flat pillow he owns, legs crossed. his ceiling has remnants of a water leak the university tried to paint over and you study it from below. “i wonder what they’re doing right now.” art hums, putting his hands behind his head, and letting you rest your head on his bicep.

you shoot up, glancing down at him, one brow lifted and eyes narrow, “i can tell you exactly what they’re doing right now,” you say, scrambling up onto your knees, “’patrick i need your racket right now!’’’ you moan tauntingly, rolling your eyes back and crossing your arms over your chest. art cackles, stomach contracting and grabbing onto your shoulder for support. his hand is pumping warm with blood, hovering over your skin for longer than socially acceptable, and his fingers caressed by the long strands of your curly hair that fall at your sides.

running over to his room meant that you hadn’t had enough time to grab a change of clothes to sleep in, so he graciously lent you one of his t-shirts, a navy one with white embroidered writing that you hadn’t bothered to read, which prods at the aching in his head to see you without it.

“when was the last time you slept with someone?” your question catches art off guard, lying back down next to him and watching the blush creep up onto his cheeks, eyes darting away somewhere to think of an answer. “oh come on, was it that unforgettable?” you laugh. he knew when exactly when the last time was, but the thought that him sleeping with someone had crossed your mind, putting the idea of the two of you together into his own had clouded his head, making it unbearably difficult to think, or speak.

“maybe last month” art estimates when the last time he saw the girl in one of his classes that he casually slept with from time to time, your expression remaining unchanged, which whirls something inside of his stomach. you nod, smile spreading across your lips, and eyes glancing down to art’s partially parted ones. art adjusts himself, propping his head up with his hand and looking down at you, “when was the last time that you slept with someone?”

its unclear to him whether you're joking with your response. “ask me that tomorrow.” it spins his head until he sees double, having to shut his eyes for a second to regain consciousness. your nonchalant smile quite frankly irks him, because you seem so unaware of how he is sliding the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip, preparing just incase you decide that you want to kiss him. or the fact that he moved his leg upwards along the bed to cover his raging boner at just the mere idea of you and him together.

the shirt he lends you rides up on your hips, obviously showing off the black panties that you’re wearing and the neck-line hangs low enough to show the indent of your collarbone that he imagines licking a stripe over.

you thrum, looking up at art through dark eyelashes, “isn’t it so unfair how tashi and patrick can ignore us just to get at each other?”

he got the hint, every crumb you’ve put down he’s followed and scooped up all in one go, sighing out a weak, “yeah” that sounds more like a whine, and leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

the taste of your lip gloss he had missed sweetens his mouth immediately and the faint smell of a chocolatey lotion on your skin sends him into complete overdrive, left hand desperately reaching for the side of your face to take you deeper into him. he sinks himself down, pressing his chest into yours and disconnecting his lips to breathe out a groan at the sensation of your boobs against him like a boy who's never felt them before.

his face is burning hot, lips even hotter as they move simultaneously with yours, covering the perimeter of your mouth with long and drawn out movements to fully get the taste of you hes been dreaming of ever since that hotel room. his hands roam down to the curvature of your waist, taking a strong grip to it to make sure his fingerprints forever remember it, then down to your hips, kneading the flesh.

with him over you, he pulls away from your arms that are wrapped around his neck, pulling the hem of his shirt to unveil your midriff and the black lace that frames your lower waist, your thighs pressed together to catch the heat that he manifests within you, “oh my god.” it might just be the lewdest sight he has ever seen, along with your swollen lips that are glistening with his saliva.

he can barely keep away the moans that try to escape his mouth when he lowers himself down to you, eager lips pressing into your hip, lapping at the surface of your skin with a desperation only art could have, along the hem of your panties, and back up your stomach while your fingers entangle with his blonde locks.

your pulse quickens, exhaling his name out when his finger pulls your underwear to the side, letting the air hit your leaking core, a smile playing at art’s lips. “please, please art.” you moan out, squeezing your eyes shut and letting the sensation of one of his digits swiping through your folds overcome you.

he nibbles at your inner thighs, soft licks soothing the area as one of his fingers slides inside you, while the other gropes at your breast through your shirt. his mind is completely consumed by you, watching every change in your expression with his fingers pumping in and out of you, flush on your face and brows knitting every time he draws back.

your legs instinctively move over his shoulders, trapping him around you to continue the motion and giving him the chance to tilt his head to the side, pressing a kiss to the thigh that is thrown over him. “is this okay?” he asks, caressing a hand down your calf and watching the way your hand reaches out to grab him by the wrist.

“lie down art” you keen, his eyes narrow and he pulls back with a sense of confusion that is overrode with your impatience, ushering him below you. so he does, leaning against the headboard whilst you throw yourself onto his hips, his jaw tilting upwards to unconsciously fulfil the want of his lips devouring the whole of your figure.

the shirt he lent you doesn’t last long, ending up in the pile on his floor and letting him ravish in the sight of your bare torso. he gasps out your name, wandering hands reaching out to massage your breast, flesh filling out the gaps between all five of his fingers. “take this off” you strangle out, gesturing to the shirt he is wearing, disheveled hair falling back into his face that burns hot when you let your eyes roam down to his abdomen. even the weight of your ass pressing into his dick through his shorts is teetering him to climax, hands not knowing where to put themselves when he wants to grab a hold of all of you.

your fingers wrap around the waistband of his shorts that he is wearing, pulling down his boxers at the same time and freeing his erection to slap back onto his stomach, recalling something patrick said about the time he taught art to jerk off. the palm of your hand ghosts his cock, restraining yourself from taking it into your hands there and then, “can i?” even the way you sigh out the question has the hairs on art’s arms standing up and mouth swallowing saliva in anticipation. “yes, yes.” he whines, brows furrowing up at you and all of his muscles tensing.

with a gentle touch, he guides you above him, his hands at your sides as you spread yourself open for him, sinking down only to the tip before he grabs your waist and pauses in the position. he looks like a little helpless, bottom lip between his teeth and an alarmed look in his face that says if you go any further he’ll come right now. “i’ll go slow,” you whisper, a small smirk on your face that’s hard to resist when his shimmering eyes try to find the last slither of dignity within him, “i promise.” you smile reassuringly and he glances away, the flush in his cheeks getting a little deeper.

you keep your promise, slowly lowering yourself down onto him, goosebumps fevering your skin and palms laying flat across his abdomen to steady yourself.

taking him in completely, you whimper out his name and his hands journey to graze your back, up to your shoulder blades where he presses them into you to pull you into him, mouth suctioning down the valley of your breasts. his moans vibrate back into your skin when you pull back up from him, stimulating every single nerve ending in his length like it never has before. you set a pace, slow and steady for art, snapping your hips down onto his in a way that knocks the wind out of you each time, gasping for air. he keeps you close to him, rolling his hips to meet you in the middle and put some of that athlete stamina to use and murmuring your name with every movement.

his finger moves your hair from your shoulder, so he can press soft pecks onto the surface, whilst you clutch the wooden headboard, growing impatient and consequently pounding him into you. his moans purr into your ear, grabbing onto your ass to keep you still as he thrusts himself into you from below and shakily calling out an, “im gonna come.”

you nod, clasping around his biceps and leaning down to nip at his neck, losing composure the more your walls contract around him. you ignore the muscles in your legs that ache and your lungs that can’t seem get a hold of the air that is shared between you to continue to mercilessly plunge him deeper into you until it feels like you’re melting into one another, a shudder sending itself down your bare back and deepening the heat that builds in your core.

art is panting, popping your tit into his mouth one last time before falling still, twitching inside of you and releasing all of his seed into you until it overflows from below. your name echoes out of his mouth, whimpering and whining it out until he can open his eyes back up and centre his vision on you burning every last bit of energy to bounce on his dick.

you lean forward onto him, eyes rolling back into your head when reaching your climax and pressing your burning cheek against his face to feel all of him. he brushes his hand down your back comfortingly, you heaving into the crevice of his neck that glistens with sweat and feeling your walls contract around him the last couple times.

art sighs your name out, pressing his lips into your cheek and letting a smile spread across his face when you brush the dampened hair out of his forehead to get a better view of his eyes.

your body feels limp, falling back down next to him with a post-sex fatigue that follows you all the way into the next morning, where you sit at a table in the food hall, thanking art for bringing you some breakfast and trying to ignore the echoing of all the noises he made last night in your head.

“fuck i really need to work on that assignment today” you groan, taking a bite into a slice of honeydew with your head in the palm of your hand. art watches and nods, a false portrayal of an active listener when what he’s really focusing on is the way your lips curl around the slice, biting off a chunk and closing your lips around it in a way that makes him reminisce that he was right there too only a couple hours ago. “i can help.” he offers, truly from the kindness of his heart that kindly wants to spend the rest of his life looking at you.

“you wish.” you scoff, “i’m not allowed to be alone in a room with you anymore.”

art takes a swig of his water to hide the grin that spreads on his face, and when he makes eye contact with a random student from across the hall he feels like they heard that too. he wishes they could hear, and know that you, the best tennis player stanford has probably ever had, are having to physically restrain yourself from him.

“what are you smiling about?” the familiar voice of patrick calls out from a few strides away, in a pair of indigo levis and a white tee, grabbing onto arts shoulders and lowering himself down to his level to grab his chin playfully. art swats him away immediately, pushing patrick down into a chair. and tashi grazes your shoulders softly with her hand when taking a seat next to you and stealing a piece of your fruit from your bowl, “good morning.”

“morning.” you sigh out, taking a sip of your tea and hoping that it isn’t totally obvious that you slept with your friend. but tashi takes notice of the slight frizz in your hair, a dishevelled-ness that is never usually there, so it wasn’t her intention to call you out in front of the four of you when she asks, “why do you look hungover?” she even moves a piece of your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear to get a better look at the colour under your eyes. your brows furrow, eyes glancing to the left of you at the two boys whose expressions couldn’t be anymore different. art’s poker face is awful, he’s trying to keep his face composed but his posture slumps under the weight of patrick’s hand that spreads across over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk.

you shrug nonchalantly, taking another bite of your breakfast to act like your lungs aren’t constricting and you aren’t going into fight or flight, “late night i guess.”

theres a moment of silence, everyone in their heads peacefully while you wish you could get into art’s and find out what he’s thinking about your pathetic lie.

“nice shirt.” patrick says.

“thanks." you reply, swiping over the embroidered ‘mark rebellat tennis academy’ with a finger and looking up at patrick, who meets your eyes with a knowing smirk that makes you feel silly for not assuming that patrick would have memorised art’s whole closet, or recognise the school they went to.

and when patrick squeezes art’s shoulder and asks whether he is “up for a game?” you suddenly become hyper aware of how much his gaze slips past art’s eyes and down onto you as they stand up from the table, eyes squinting and a stupid smile on his face. the combination is so piercing you’ve become aware that even if tashi believed your lie, and art thinks he’s got away scott free—he knows, and he’s letting you know.

his hand ruffles the hair on art’s head, arm falling over his shoulders and drawing him into himself, “we have a bunch of catching up to do, art.” he keeps art close to him as they walk away towards the tennis courts, leaning in to whisper something into his ear after the both of them briefly turned around to wave you and tashi goodbye.

tashi seems unphased by their behaviour, continuing to braid a small of piece of your hair that she unconsciously started. “you know patrick’s about to tell art all about your get together.” you chuckle and tashi scoffs, leaning back into her chair, “he wouldn’t say anything” she reassures, “also we didn’t even do anything.” she adds in quickly, stealing another piece of watermelon from your bowl and taking a bite to avoid talking about the topic like you hadn’t just done that. you smile at her, and she widens her eyes to let you know that she’ll tell you all about last night later.

“i wouldn’t be so sure.” you shake your head, stealing back the half-bitten melon from in between her fingers and finishing it off.

[snowthedemonfox]

So what is the Alien AU exactly??? (AKA: The masterpost)

Long story short, in this AU a group of people are sent off on an AI controlled ship by 'the company' to research a newly discovered planet. Nobody in this research team gets along, which only gets worse after they accidentally capture 2 of the aliens that live there. Now they have to deal with not only their problems, but the problems this new planet is already dealing with.

Alien AU tag can be found here

Below are all the finished designs for the characters in this AU! I haven't finished all of these yet, but you're free to ask anything about the missing characters if you want to :3

Questions & Boundries:

Can I ship any of the characters? - Yes! I don't mind shipping at all. I'm a multishipper myself, and while some ships are implied in this AU (Bunnydoll, Abstragedy & Showtime), all are okay with me! - The only exception to this would be ships involving Gummi and Candi. While yes, they're both sentient, capable of understanding speech, and able to communicate to some degree, I do not feel comfortable shipping them with anyone.

Can I write/draw/make something for the AU? - Of course!!! I love seeing what other people do with this AU, it really makes my day. Feel free to tag me in anything you do! I only ask that nothing NSFW is done with this AU. Please respect this choice!

Can I put my OC in your AU? - Yep!! I even made blank versions of the info cards if anyone wanted to do this ^w^ The first one is for alien characters, and the second is for team members!

Are you going to add [character]? - Depends! The entire main cast will be added, along with some side characters and NPCs, but it all comes down to if I have an idea for them in the AU. I am a slow artist sometimes, so I probably won't be rushing to get all the info cards done ASAP. Feel free to ask about any specific characters if you're curious!

How does Abstraction work? - There's two types of 'abstraction' in this AU. If we're talking about a team member, they simply get re-assigned to a different team. This is what happened to Queenie and Kaufmo. They're alive and well, just somewhere else. The company can and will re-assign whoever they want, whenever they want. - When it comes to the aliens on the planet, there is an infection spreading around that has similar effects to abstraction in the show. It's not 100% the same, but causes those infected to become extremely hostile and attack anything around them until the host eventually dies. In this AU, Loolilalu (named Candi) is infected, and is seen as a minor threat by the rest of the team. Right now, there is no known cure.

Does the AU take place in a digital world? - No, everything is real. There's no mysterious VR headsets that are making people disappear in this AU!

Why isn't anyone on the research team human? - Because I suck at drawing humans and wanted to stay close to their canon designs. There's not really a lore-related reason for this.

I'll be putting all the links for the masterpost under the cut!

Outdated/older art: ★Original Jax & Gangle designs [X, X] ★Various sketches of Gangle's original design [X, X, X, X, X] ★When your alien roommates break into the kitchen at 2:34am ★Gummi's first appearance

The more recent art: ★Bnnuy alien Jax [X, X] ★Jax sketches [X, X, X, X] ★Coloured Jax sketches [X, X, X, X, X, X] ★Gangle sketches [X] ★Little guys (baby Jax & Gangle) [X, X, X, X] ★That one time I drew Jax in the maid outfit ★ Abstragedy [X] ★A smoothie ★The consequences of our actions ★Alien AU plushies [X, X] ★Tynie [X] ★Jax's evil little sister (Jaiden) ★More Jaiden + AU Ghostly & Loolilalu ★Jaiden learns bad words ★Christmas aliens ★Casual Pomni ★[NOT CANON] Velvet ★AU crossover episode i guess

More asks about the lore: ★AU recap ★What does Jax have to gain from this? ★Where do Jax & Gangle live? ★Do the aliens have abilities? ★What language do they speak? ★How does Jaiden act around the others? ★Some various fun facts

[admirationandromantics]

A Small Surprise

Another request! Good god, they are piling up, so don't expect yours to be answered soon. Anyways, enjoy some more Josh, this is a bit smutty, to say the least, but if you're wondering about plot, then just read the request underneath! Enjoy <3

Word count: 2k (Unedited)

🍋‍🟩WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT Dressing up in lingerie, a Trenchcoat, black heels with red bottoms and showing up to his workplace or home - Josh LMFAO WHAT WHO SAID THAT… -@b3rryb3t

Josh had gotten lucky. An intern position for one of his father’s upcoming movies, and if he did well, it would do wonders for his future career. He helped with a bunch of stuff, editing, filming and even gave input to the writers every now and then. Everything was going lovely. 

I am about to make myself breakfast when a small brown paper bag catches my eye. Nothing’s written on the crumbling paper, and I decide to take a look. Inside, I find two halves of a sandwich, a small smoothie and a small box of vegetables. This was Josh’s lunch, and judging by the long days he’s had the last couple of weeks, he could really use it. Normally, if he forgot his food, I’d put it in the fridge, and he bought something on set, but considering that I’m not occupied today, I might pay him a visit. I’d been there a couple of times before, his father eager to explain the process, so much that Josh almost didn’t get to talk. They really were the same person. 

I make myself ready quickly, hair set up, a bit of lipstick, my thin black coat and sneakers. I run past the bedroom and into the hall, my headphones on the cabinet. I open the door, and as I’m about to close it, a striking red colour pulls my attention. Inside is a small paper bag with cherry red lace sticking out. Should I look? It’s placed in the common area, so he must’ve known I would eventually peek. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I make my way inside again, closing the door and opening the bag. 

A set of red lingerie and two more in black and blue are in here. Every single one being newly bought. The bodice is absolutely beautiful, a body with flower lace pattern, sewn-in cups, stockings and garters. The thought of using these makes me smile, the fabric flowing between my fingers like silk. Is this silk? 

I run to the bathroom, pulling my hair down and applying my lipstick again, going a little more bold. The set fits perfectly, holding my breasts in place and showing off my ass. Oh god, I look good. I have a pair of heels which would go perfect with this look, black with red bottoms, complimenting my coat and outfit. I take a last look in the mirror, making sure everything is fine before grabbing his forgotten lunch and heading to the car. 

***

The set is fairly empty except for a couple of cameramen adjusting the equipment and someone walking around with pens and paper. I make my way to Josh’s room, which he was kind enough to be given by his father. It wasn’t big, but decent. A desk, chair, small sofa and a coffee table. I make my way there, greeting a couple of familiar faces on the way. 

He doesn’t have his name on the door, but I still recognize it, black with a small white circle. 

I knock three times, waiting for him to answer. He doesn’t. I test the handle, and the door is unlocked. I go inside, mumbling a small “hello”, but no one answers. The room is dark and empty, so I turn on the light, sitting on the couch and pulling up my phone. 

“Hey, you forgot your lunch, I’m here” 

“You’re on set?” 

“Yes, come find me” 

I put the phone away, laying down on the sofa and making a decent pose. Not too much is showing, and I’m still wearing the coat. This would go just fine. The sound of the door opening shifts my gaze, and I grab my hair quickly, twinning it between my fingers as Josh’s face exclaims in surprise. His mouth wide open, eyes round and big, not even closing the door behind him. 

“Joshy, the door” I whisper, trying to zap him out of his haze. He shakes his head, lips turning into a small smirk as he closes and locks it. I stand up, handing him the small brown bag and giving a small kiss. 

“Woah, you came here like that?” he asks, still mesmerised, eyes going over my body continuously. I open the coat, letting it fall off my shoulders and on the ground. Oh, how he was gonna get it. 

“Well, you forgot your lunch this morning” 

“Are you trying to tell me I forgot you as well?” 

“Maybe” 

His hands carefully go over the seams, feeling every inch of my lace covered body. He can’t stop looking, inspecting every single part of it. 

“And you look as sexy as every, oh my lord” 

I smile, hands going around his neck, pulling him in. 

“So, how long is the break?”

“About 20 more minutes”

“Well, that gives us plenty of time” I smile, capturing his lips on mine. My hand travels down his body, cupping his throbbing heat. His breath hitches, losing control just for a second before regaining his strength. I smile into his lips as he tries flipping the dynamic, groping my ass and making my mouth open. Of course he uses the opportunity to stick his tongue inside, exploring my insides and pushing me against the wall. 

“Not as much time as I would like” he whispers, fingers tangling in my hair, and his tongue licking my lower lip. I sigh into him, tugging on his thin sweater, begging him to take it off. 

A knock on the door interrupts us, and we both freeze. I move a bit away, and Josh leads me to the wardrobe, pushing me inside. 

“Give me a second” 

“I’ll be waiting” I smile, fixing the strap on my shoulder while he watches. His cheeks are light pink, a small smirk in the corner of his lips, paired with that sly spark in his eyes. 

He walks over to the door, taking a breath and opening it. I hide behind several heavy coats, feeling like I’m in my own secret Narnia. 

“Hey man, what’s up?” He asks the man, one hand leaning against the doorframe. 

“We’re starting earlier, and we need you”

He gives me a look, and I can see the other man also looking inside, wondering what’s caught his attention. 

“Uhh yeah, just let me get my papers and I’ll be right out” Josh excuses, about to turn around. 

“Five minutes, Washington”

“You got it!”

He closes the door, letting out a loud sigh and leaning against it. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips, slowly climbing out of the closet. 

“Okay, so maybe when we get home” he smiles, meeting me halfway. 

“You can’t go out like that” I whisper, cupping his rock hard boner. He lets out an involuntary moan, hands going to my hips to steady myself. 

“A lot can happen in five minutes” I tease, kissing his ear and moving down to his neck. 

“You’re underestimating me, darling”

“Oh, am I?” I smirk, fingers dipping under the hem of his pants. He gasps, letting me slide down him, bending my knees and dragging his pants down with me. 

“Oh, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into” 

“Four minutes Joshy, it’s now or never” I whisper, stroking his dick slowly back and forth, leaning a bit forward to show off my breasts in the skimpy outfit. His face is tomato red, one hand still on the doorframe, and the other on my shoulder. He’s breathing heavily, head falling back into the wall as up my pace, causing a hoard of whimpers and low moans. A small click on the door makes me look up, and he has locked it. He made his decision. 

I take a long lick over his shaft, making sure to drag it out, leaving him a mess above me. One of my hands goes to massage his balls, bringing that extra stimulation. To stop his sounds from getting too loud, his hand goes to his mouth, almost biting down on his flesh. I take him in, realising that we don’t have that much time left. I work efficiently, taking him with both of my hands, as well as my mouth. He whimpers from the touch, legs struggling to stay up as he melts in front of me. 

“S-shit, fu-fuck” he mutters, his hand coverage making it harder to hear. I can’t help but smile, the pleasure I bring him being too good to pass on, even if he could get it tonight instead. I would be lying if I said his sounds didn’t turn me on, small muffled harmonies filling the small room, still sure that no one else outside can hear it. I lift my head, making eye contact with him. 

“What would everyone outside think if they knew the reason they had to wait for you?” 

He whines in reply, craving my mouth around him again. I oblige, taking him in, so far I start to gag, before continuing the quick, but steady rhythm. A loud knock is heard on the door, but I continue my assault, waiting for someone to speak. 

“Josh, two minutes left, are you coming or what?” 

I lift my head again, looking up and catching his conflicted expression. He’s unsure of what to say, he might not even get the words out if he tried. I continue stroking him, his throbbing heat red and twitchy in my grip. 

“Tell him that you’ve almost gotten all the papers and you’ll meet him there” I whisper, tone seductive and commanding. He nods, lifting his chin and leaning over to the door. 

“Still looking for the last papers!” I put my lips against his pelvis, kissing his lower stomach and down to his inner thighs, making his breath hitch. 

“I-I, fuck, I’ll met you there” He manages to word out, and I giggle silently, sending vibrations all over his area. 

“Josh… are you okay?” 

“Um, yeah. J-just stressed about t-today’s work”

He grabs my head, forcing his dick down my throat again, making me suck him faster and longer. Oh, how desperate he is. 

“Yeah, me too man. Just let me know if you want some new copies of yesterday’s planning, I know we aren’t supposed to give extras, but it’ll be fine. It can be arranged, and I know you’re stressed, but this is a tough business. Let me know if you need anything!” 

The voice sounds further away now, which means he’s probably gone to the filming area. Josh looks down on me, face still flustered, and maybe a bit sweaty. He starts twitching roughly in my mouth, and I brace myself, holding onto his thighs for support. He lets go of my head, letting me finish him my way, and making him come inside my mouth. I take it all, swallowing when he’s finally done. 

He leans back on the wall, sliding down until he’s sitting on the floor, breathing heavily and quickly. Pulse is probably high, and he needs to calm down a bit. 

“You’re amazing” he breathes out, and I laugh a little at how worked up he is. I lean over, capturing his lips on mine, hand behind his neck to pull him further in. His heart is beating rapidly, my hand on his chest, feeling every pump. We both pull away, my eyes glossy and watery, makeup probably a bit out of touch. 

I get up, taking a quick look at myself in his mirror, and putting the coat back on. He has places to be, and I need to get home. 

“You need to get back to work” I smile, unlocking the door and looking outside. No one’s here, they’re probably on set, still waiting for him. If he ran, he would make it in time for those five minutes. 

“I’m getting you back tonight for this” he whispers behind me, pants zipped up and the signature cocky smirk on his lips. I give him a quick peck before walking out. 

“Looking forward it”

[coralqueencoffee]

SUNSETS 🌅 SANDCASTLES🏝️ AND A WELL DESERVED BREAK~ PEDRI GONZALEZ

a/n~ my phone was bugging out and my tittles or colour was not working

reader x Pedri take a well deserved break after a long season at Barca with Pedris parents

no warnings

word count~770

fluff and cute

The soft rustle of palm trees and the distant crash of waves filled the air as Pedri stepped out onto the balcony, stretching under the golden Tenerife sun. It was the kind of morning that melted tension away—the kind he’d been dreaming of for months. No training schedules, no press conferences, no shouting coaches. Just home. Just peace. And just her.

“Still can’t believe we’re actually here,” you said behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulled you closer with a smile.

“I know,” he murmured, turning his head to kiss your temple. “It feels like the first real breath I’ve taken in weeks.”

You both stood there for a while, the view of the endless Atlantic spreading out before you. Down below, his younger brother was already setting up a game of beach paddle with their cousin, and his parents were laughing over coffee in the garden.

“I missed this,” Pedri said quietly, as if saying it too loud would break the spell. “The quiet. The people I love all in one place.”

You smiled up at him. “You deserve it. More than anyone I know.”

He turned to you then, fully, eyes soft and warm. “We deserve it. You’ve been through everything with me. The traveling, the nights I come home silent and exhausted, the times I forget how to just… be here.”

You shrugged gently, reaching up to run your fingers through his curls. “I’d do it all again. But I won’t lie, watching you turn off your phone last night was the sexiest thing I’ve seen in months.”

Pedri laughed, head tilting back, and you felt that laugh in your chest. Genuine. Free. “You’re something else, y/n.”

By midday, the two of you were on the beach, toes buried in warm sand, suncream-scented and glowing. Pedri wore a bucket hat he’d stolen from his brother and was halfway through building what he proudly called “a tactical sandcastle.”

“Is this part of Barça’s new defensive strategy?” you teased, eyeing the lopsided towers.

“Laugh now,” he said with mock seriousness, “but this is genius architecture. The moat’s the key.”

You snorted, flopping back onto the towel beside him. “You are such a nerd.”

He grinned and leaned over you, brushing a bit of sand from your cheek. “And yet… you love me.”

You reached up, tugging gently at the brim of his hat until he was inches from your face. “Unfortunately for me… I really, really do.”

His smile softened, and he kissed you—sun-drenched and slow, with the taste of sea salt and strawberries from the smoothie he’d been sipping. His fingers laced through yours as if they’d been waiting for that moment all day.

Later, you both wandered back up to the villa for lunch, salty-haired and sun-warmed. His mum had made papas arrugadas with mojo, and Pedri proudly piled your plate. He kept an arm around your waist the whole meal, leaning in to whisper jokes in your ear as his dad told stories from Pedri’s childhood that made you both cry with laughter.

You’d never seen him so relaxed. So fully himself.

That evening, as the sun began to set in orange-pink hues, Pedri tugged you out to a quiet cliffside near the villa. The view was breathtaking—ocean stretching endlessly, framed by volcanic rock and golden skies.

“I used to come here with my abuelo,” he said softly, eyes locked on the horizon. “We’d sit here after school and just… watch. He said it made everything feel small in a good way.”

You squeezed his hand. “It’s beautiful.”

He turned to you then, his face lit by the fading light. “You make everything feel beautiful, y/n. Even when I’m tired. Even when the pressure’s too much. You always know how to bring me back.”

Your heart swelled. “You do the same for me, Pedri. More than you even realize.”

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you as the wind lifted your hair. “Promise me we’ll always find time for this. For us. Even when the world gets loud again.”

You nodded, burying your face into his chest. “Always. We’ll come back here every year if we have to.”

Pedri chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Deal. Same time, same sandcastle.”

You both laughed, swaying gently in the ocean breeze, and as the last light of day dipped below the waves, it felt like the whole world had paused just for you.

No crowds. No noise. Just hearts beating quietly next to each other, wrapped in warmth, laughter, and a love so real it didn’t need words.

[raptorladylover6969]

jwct s3 spoilers

Plot twist, s4, The Handler comes back reincarnated as a baby Atrociraptor at BioSyn that uncannily looks just like her (same pale colouration, freckles/spots, big blue eyes etc etc), and Brooklynn takes her in and little baby handler raptor and Smoothie become bffs trust I’m actually Scott Kreamer guys

Edit: I love this idea too much, I’m turning this into an AU.

[rhapsoddity]

Got an Au idea.

Hear me out, please- (idk if I’ll explain it right-)

Y’know how Grian got a clone made for him? Well what if the same happened to Jimmy, but a little different:…

He’s out as Sherrif one night, a villain he’s fighting hits him with a potion before he could knock them out. After that he feels weird but shakes it off and goes on the night as usual.

The next day he’s shocked- or well, they’re shocked, when he sees someone who looks just like him in his house. They both figure out where it’s from, since the potion effects are gone. The clone- Sherrif?- makes a point that they don’t look alike, much to Jimmy’s confusion. He goes to the mirror and-

That stupid potion changed his eye colour. Wondering how he was going to explain that, he and Sherrif both decide that no one can know about this. So, the games on.

Sherrif stays with Jimmy, they buy contacts lenses for both of them. So that way “Sherrif” and “Jimmy” can go out and do work at once.

The real eye colour, (and how different hues their skins could get because omg Sherrif get some sun light-), plus other factors, are the only way to separate the two.

I drew something too! (This was all inspired from how different Jimmy’s Sherrif persona is from his normal self.) (imagine how big of a heart attack Hephaestus would get when he’s fighting Sherrif then Jimmy walks out of a store??? Drinking a smoothie???? What????-)

This could be a stupid sleepy Stalie idea, if so just ignore me haha.

NONO IM HEARING U OUT

Tbh it's a fun way to play with the fact that I got Jimmy's eye colour wrong in the beginning and then stuck to it 😂

Double the Jimmy is double the trouble ✨

[haetrack]

mark couldn’t help it. he couldn’t help but to place his hand over his pants, palming himself when the only thing racing through his mind was how pretty u looked today, ordering a coffee from the cafe that he worked at. he thinks about how u pursed ur lips, reading the menu in concentration, the way ur chest heaved up and down when u came running into the store, escaping the rain. a groan catches in his throat, knowing that this was so wrong, getting off to someone he’s never even talked to, but oh god did it feel so right when his hands slipped past his waistband, fingers curling around himself. the outline of his hardening dick was too prominent thanks to the plaid pyjama pants he wore. he bit his lip, inhaling deep breaths as his hand started stroking himself. he remembers the spark he felt when ur hands brushed his as u handed him ur credit cared, he imagined it was ur hands that were rubbing against his skin right now, ur hands that were playing with the warm pre-cum that was dripping out of his swollen tip. the little voice in the back of his head was still telling him that it wasn’t too late to stop, but all he could hear was how silky smooth ur voice was ordering a drink, he wished he could listen to all the pretty sounds u would make if he was buried inside u. his pace quickens at this fantasy, imagining that he was fucking u right now, not his right hand. groaning at the thought of how good he would feel surrounded by ur warmth, his hips thrusting up into his fist harder and faster. his grip tightens when he remembers how ur white tshirt had gone slightly see through from the rain, how he must’ve been the only one who had the honour to see the traces of ur blue lace bra before u threw a crewneck on top. he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that u were wearing his favourite colour. his deep breathing now morphing into shallow whines with how long the pleasure has been building up inside. it’s the thought of ur pure, innocent smile that pushes him over the edge. the orgasm causing a string of swears being grunted out. his hips sputtering at the thought of cumming all over ur sweet face. his hands continue stroking, milking himself for everything he has. the clarity starts to settle and shame creeps over him at that fact that he really did just get off to a total stranger. but the shame didn’t last long when he discovers that none of his cum spilled and he doesn’t have to change his sheets, grateful for the fact that he was so horny, he didn’t even bother to take off his pants.

ngl smoothie dance practice mark has me in such a chokehold i had three other scenarios i started writing for him but they were all getting SO long i had to stop myself 🧍‍♂️ mark pls hmu i want u so bad 🙏

- 🌱

GODDDDD WHY MEEEE... perv mark who doesn't even realize he's being a little perv... i need him. 🌱 anon get in line bc i need him FIRST!!!!!

he would tell himself it wouldn't matter that he got off to you. it was probably just a one time thing that you came to the coffee shop he worked at. if he doesn't have to see you, it doesn't matter that he came in his pants because he'll probably never see you again anyways.

except, there you are again, pretty smile on your face as you enter the cafe. you're not drenched this time, but you are wearing a low-cut top. you're quick to order this time, same order as last time. mark tries so hard not to stare too hard at your chest, but when you hand him your card, he takes a moment too long to grab it, too busy staring at you. you clear your throat, and you're met with a sheepish look as his face turns red.

he's trying hard not to mess up your order, hands fumbling all around in embarrassment. he's also trying very hard not get a boner at his job where quite literally anyone can see him. when he calls out your order, he swears that your hand lingers on his for a while, and he swears it's on purpose. he watches you walk away, saying goodbye to him as you go about your day.

he waves goodbye to you. although he said it was a one time thing, he might just have to fuck his fist again tonight because of you.

[lescarbille]

daughter

An answer to : give me a word and I'll write you a Carcar Drabble

Carlos thought at the end of his Formula 1 career he would do rallying like his father, maybe Endurance, maybe IndyCar. He never thought that his career would end because of a leg injury, in Vegas, at the age of thirty-four, after the floor of his single-seater split in two because of a manhole cover.

At thirty-seven, he has a slight limp and a job as a Formula 1 presenter for SkySport Spain. This is the only way he can still leave his dream : from afar.

It is his first day, pre-season testing in the stifling heat of an Arabian country. He has a bag with his notes, there are not many people left from his era apart from the rookies: Franco Colapinto arrives with his girlfriend, Ollie Bearman and Kimi Antonelli quibble, convinced that their team will be the best this year. Carlos thinks McLaren is going to win.

Lando has retired, but Oscar has returned to McLaren for his final three years in Formula One. His number is 1, gleaming with black carbon on the papaya nose.

Carlos doesn’t like to think about him much. He’s seen him become world champion too many times. He’s seen his bright smile too many times at the podium summit. He’s seen him in his McLaren, then his Red Bull, pass him with disconcerting ease too many times, because once Oscar found his pace, no one has ever been able to catch him.

“Excuse me, sir.”

A little girl catches his eye. She’s small, six or seven at best, with brown hair, big brown eyes and a button nose. She’s wearing a little sky blue dress, a worn McLaren cap of the same colour and a Koala backpack.

“I’m looking for my dad, I was with Charlotte to get a smoothie, but I got lost.”

She has a VIP paddock pass around her neck, with her little picture and her name: Diane Piastri.

Lando told him. Oscar had a little girl, a long story and to make it short, Oscar is a dad. The child looks so much like him that she has the same impatient pout.

At the time, the news surprised him, he has never seen Oscar kiss a girl, the only person Carlos knows he has kissed is himself, drunk, hidden in dark corners like a dirty secret.

They have always been that. A secret.

Secret kisses. Secret contacts. Carlos secretly fell in love with him and then he gave up, because Carlos is nothing if not too honest. And he did not want to suffer from being a secret when he was already suffering from having lost his dream.

“Could you take me back to the orange garage, please, sir ?"

"Diane! Diane! Diane!”

Oscar comes running and the little girl's face lights up. Oscar hasn't changed over the years, his features have just lost the childish traces that persisted in his early days. His confidence has grown and today some say that Charles Leclerc was bland in comparison. Carlos is in favor of this idea, when he sees him with his black firewalls, grabbing his little girl as if she weighed nothing, his face splitting with relief and affection.

"Carlos?"

"Hello, Oscar."

Oscar smiles at him and Carlos falls in love all over again.

[do-u-know-this-autisticcharacter]

Do You Know This (non-canon) Autistic Character?

Propaganda:

- Unusual eating habits: He likes making his own smoothie for breakfast, but when his friend tries it he ends up gagging

- Strange clothing choices: Has been dressing up in variations of the same old-fashioned suit and tie in unusual colours since the 80's, and fails to see why it sticks out in the modern day ("As if what you're wearing is discreet." "It's just a normal suit with a personal touch?")

- Hyperfixates on conspiracy theories and cryptozoological creatures above all else

- Difficulties socialising: only has one friend, and flashbacks to his university life show that Morgan would make everyone uncomfortable at parties by shouting about his fixations (his narration implies that he is oblivious to their discomfort)

- Black and White thinking: Anyone who disagrees with him HAS TO be part of a conspiracy, aside from his landlord who gets a pass because he was merely *possessed* by a Reptilian and has since gotten his body back

Any other details:

The show is intended to be a "parody of conspiracy theories and those that believe in them", so I doubt that he was intended to be neurodivergent but want to see if others interpret him that way

[eddiebrockrambles]

Hey, void. I want to create something. I could do with a hand, perhaps. Not sure quite how - probably to bounce ideas, gather footage, etc. It would be at a snail’s pace, fitting around work, but ultimately aiming to become a completed ‘thing’.

I’ve had an idea for a Venom fanvid/tribute, which also includes an implied Venom 4/fix it.

Might be alright, might be as successful as Venom’s smoothie

18+ only pls, due to mental health and kink topics littered across my blog (…and psyche).

I’ve got 2-3 songs I’d love to use - obviously, copyright stuff comes into it, and all I can hope is that the fact that it would be fan-made, not for profit, and not looking to go viral would keep it in the realms of allowed poetic liberty and freedoms.

Ideas:

- Aim to create high production value snippets of footage to create a V4 fix-it plot. Resources I can utilise:

Black slime

Cool lighting

Colour grading with DaVinci

I have a lean to stocky build which might look similar in a hoodie

Brown waxed jacket

Various locations, some of which I’m in touch with the land owners, including industrial, rural, and potentially a pond

- Craft a V4 narrative

Music choice

Snippets of fan-made content if I can make it to a high enough production value

Snippets of deleted scenes added if they fit

Snippets of existing scenes added if we can modify them enough to seem like new footage (so it doesn’t become confusing and seem like a memory sequence or time skip)

Story device which could help (texts on mobile, pipette of saltwater droplet landing on phone as Eddie texts Anne, etc)

Use of stock footage (if need to know about copyright though)

Compositing over existing footage

Vocal impressions (Is that too weird?) to convey a narrative

- Main creative directives:

Gritty and cathartic

Realistic

Eddie breaking down / not doing so good

Venom finding his way back (likely as a cockroach, then a fish, then a bird etc)

As cinematic as possible given limited resources

Colour grade and film similar to Venom 1, with the darker, grittier, ‘Alien’ approach

Could give reference to certain Comic scenes, though I tend to want to stay away from the comic representation and some of the backstory in favour of Tom Hardy’s portrayal and the vibes in Venom (2018). I love those ‘The Hunger’ scenes, and the re-merging scenes though. I’d love to include visual references to all that somehow, even if the context isn’t the same

3-5 min or more fan video (live action), though ideally 5-10 mins!

- Collaborative approach

I love bouncing ideas

I could do with a hand collating stock footage which fits, editing, writing, maintaining inspiration and motivation, sound side of things, recording bits if we were in the same area but the chances of that are slim to none

Mood boards would be awesome

There are so many good fics and writers out there and it’s hard to know the best direction to take it in

Basically: a think tank

[vanitythevantropist]

Sooo, I redesigned my MLP OCs recently :3 I love my little colourful horses! (Even tho I don’t watch the show lmao-)

Characters featured (left-right, top-bottom): Clouded Eclipse, Pictor Soot, Pitaya Effervesce, Brisk Ocicat and Imagination.

Extra details about the characters featured:

-Cloudy: He/him, aroace, blind, dragon/unicorn hybrid, shy and often on the quieter side, a very good listener (Note; not sure what his cutie mark represents yet lmao- Feel free to offer ideas!)

Pictor: Transmasc (he/him), gay, paralysed from the waist down, can still fly but doesn’t often due to lower body being heavy, bit of a mischievous streak, currently dating Pitaya, cutie mark represents the Pictor constellation because he likes to paint and also because he’s an astronomer!

Pitaya: He/him, also gay, a very healthy boi, stupidly fit though he doesn’t show it often, very good flyer, runs a smoothie van (yes, there are cars in this world cuz it’s set in the future), very gentle and friendly, most definitely extroverted, cutie mark represents his job as an excellent smoothie maker! (Quote; “They have the soft texture of clouds”) (Also, my friend made me this design :3 I did change a few things but mostly kept him the same!)

Brisk: She/her, pansexual, very, very fast, very healthy girly, very shy and soft spoken, gets along with Cloudy very well, very good sportsmen-ship (if she loses, she loses🤷🏼‍♀️ She will gladly congratulate the winner about that, tho!), cutie mark represents her quick hooves, she works as a race pony and a coach (mostly a coach)

Ima: She/her, lesbian af, very near sighted (hence the glasses), woodland unicorn (a custom species of unicorn! Their manes are long and kinda leaf-like. Feel free to make one of your own and tag me, I’d love to see them!!), on the quieter side but certainly isn’t shy, very confident, will absolutely commit murder if it means protecting those she loves, huuugge book worm, cutie mark represents her job as a glass painter

I love them all, I really do🥰 Feel free to ask about them or directly ask them questions! (Specify who you’re asking, you may do this with all my OCs! I welcome it!)

[m4iya]

ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙ Matchup #10 studious and exrtoverted anon ˙⋆✮ᐟ.ᝰ

This took a… very long time to get to (I don’t know how long but it’s been LONG).

I’m not sure what you want to be called, so I’m going to call you scientist Anon!

I’ve decided to match you to Bokuto Kotaro!

Starting off, the biggest thing that caught my eye was definitely your (typing) personality, all the caps, emojis, and just your overall way of writing really reminded me of how he might type c:

Moving on to your actual personality: I don’t usually use MBTI as my only guide, but I think you’re the only person out of every matchup I’ve done who has one that begins with E(xtroverted), so that’s super interesting imo! I did a little searching, and it looks like it’s been agreed that Bokuto has the same personality which I didn’t know before choosing him!

In terms of your hobbies, I think you and him would definitely get along with some of those as well. You two might game together at his place (or maybe yours, but I feel like more so maybe his place). Seeing as you like writing, I can also imagine that you might tutor him/study together, but more on the academics later! And for working out, you might also go on runs together, or work out at the same gym, grabbing a smoothie together afterwards. When you go shopping together, he might notice that a few things catch your eyes, taking pictures of them while your back is turned so he can come back to buy them for you later. This could include skincare (if you do skincare lol), dresses, accessories, and workout clothes.

He’d always make sure to drop compliments here and there. Seeing as you mentioned liking to dress up even on casual occasions. He’d probably say things like “You’d still be pretty even if you wore a potato sack”. But he’d know how to compliment your clothes when he can tell you put a lot of effort into a fit (I also feel like he’d use the nickname ‘princess’).

Although we usually see him in hyper mode 24/7, he probably also has those moments where he just needs to take a breather and calm down a little; just like you’ve said about yourself. Though, I can totally see the two of you accompanying each other for the smallest tasks, like for example “I need to fill up gas for my car, lets go together!” or “I have a dentist appointment, wanna come?”. I feel like he’d be very clingy, wanting to stick by your side all the time and you’d be able to accommodate for that (when you’re not socially rundown, that is).

Seeing as you’re a studious person and he isn’t, as I mentioned before, I can see you both coming together to study on a day where he isn’t busy with practice and whatnot. He might complain, saying that he doesn’t need to know about chemicals and reactions to play volleyball, and I can see you warning him that if he gets kicked out of school for low grades, there won’t be any more volleyball (in school) That’d obviously send him into a spiral, and it’d be something he remembers whenever he feels like not studying.

If you don’t know what he does after high school, skip this next section due to spoilers!

If you end up in a sciency field for example, a pharmacist, I can see days where it’d be hard for you both to go places together. He’d always be caught up in practice and games, and you’d be hauled up in a lab, compounding medicines and the like. Despite this, you’d always be on calls together, sending photos to each other, keeping in touch in one way or another. When you can make time after work, instead of going somewhere loud and bustling, either he'd visit your home or you’d visit his. Maybe you’d watch a movie together and share details about what you did that week; a way of winding down together after being overstimulated all week. I can see you both maybe doing one of those ‘paint each other’ trends. I can also imagine him not even bothering to use conventional colours, but instead opting for the neon colours that ‘pop’ the most. His painting might even be barely legible, and I think he’d hold the paintbrush from the very tip, occasionally standing back as he tries to unlock his artistic prowess.

And since you like boba (i do too!! :3) you might both go café hopping to different boba shops, trying a bunch of different flavours and taking aesthetic photos together.

And in closing, here’s a scenario about a day off with him!

Exhaling a sigh of relief, you handed in your lab report to the instructor, hung up your coat and packed your bag to leave. grad school was no joke. Stepping outside the building, the sun had already begun to set, and an exhausted yawn escaped your mouth, reminding you of how tired you were.

Other than your long commute, your day usually compromised of helping your friends with studies, preparing for your classes by doing readings, and scrambling to your part time job at the end of all of it. But hey, sometimes people enjoy all the workflow!; you’d always head home with a smile on your face, thinking of all the things you might do the next day.

Yet although your schedule undergoes a plethora of shifts each week, one thing remains planned for every Saturday, which was your weekly day out with Bokuto. There might be instances during the week where your schedules would happen to be free, like an unexpected cancellation of practice, or one of your classes being postponed. But Saturday remained the day that you’d plan something together after a week of stress.

This week, while the two of you spoke over the phone as you drove home after a study session at the campus library, he suggested you both spend the day at an amusement park. It was his idea of unwinding through exerting even more energy than he had done throughout the week.

“That way, once we get home we can fall asleep straight away, right?” His expressive voice sounded through your car speakers as you drove outside campus grounds.

“Yeah, I see where you’re coming from!” You reply. It had been a while since you’d been to an amusement park, and you were a little excited to test your courage at all the new rides that they had.

Once you arrived home, you changed out of your clothes and packed a new set in a bag to sleep over at Bokuto’s place for the weekend. Soon after, he knocked on your door, letting you know he was waiting for you outside. On the drive there, the both of you talked and talked, sharing things that had happened throughout the week. He told you that he had a game coming up soon and might be a little busy in these coming weeks so he’d be going ‘all out’ today.

Arriving at the amusement park, immediately after obtaining passes, you both ran around trying out all the different rides that piqued your interest. You also did rounds at all the minigames, competing with each other on the shooting types and seeing who can win more prizes. After you’d tried out all the exciting rides together, it was decided that the last thing you’d both ride would be the ferris wheel.

Seeing as the sun had begun to set, the entire amusement park was painted with a deep orange hue. Rays shone through the windows of the capsule car as it reached the top of the ride. Suddenly, a weight dipped down on your shoulder, and glancing towards it met you with the top of his head, his usually styled hair messy from all the running around he had done. Dropping your head onto his, the corners of your lips curved into a small smile.

(once again here are some of my chosen aesthetic photos :3)

[oneatlatime]

The Library

Ground hog pipe organ. That's really quite twee.

Since when is Sokka concerned about the time crunch? Although he's right about the whole 'no plan' thing.

Katara is such a little sister sometimes.

Is an ice spring a thing? I feel like we wouldn't have invented refrigeration if ice springs were possible. What a cool idea though.

Dentists aren't a thing in the avatar universe.

Does sword guy sterilise those swords between drinks? How clean are the insides of the sheaths? Why is someone so overqualified working as a blender? How boring is this town that master swordsmen resort to being Magic Bullets to pass the time?

Has it ever occurred to Aang to try to maintain a little mystery around his identity? At the start of the first season, people's first thoughts when seeing an airbender were probably "wow! the fire nation missed one!" but by now it has to be well known that the airbender ping ponging around the earth kingdom is THE avatar. It's not like he didn't have other options. He could have waterbended the smoothie away. He could have asked Katara to waterbend the smoothie away. If I were feeling angsty, I'd say that a child of peacetime just doesn't have it in him to be sufficiently suspicious/cynical to feel the need to disguise himself. But I'm not feeling angsty, so I'm gonna say that Aang had a moment of dumb. Understandable, given he's twelve.

Nevermind! Aang accurately assessed how little he needed to hide himself because this professor is a dumb too!

Cool it with the phrenology.

Finding lost civilisations all over the earth kingdom is apparently a worthless accomplishment. You know, I don't like this guy.

Clam lamp. Coconut lamp?

That fox joke did not land.

This is the Taj Mahal.

Toph's still on probation. Gotta work six months* before you get the benefits package! * or until the world ends with the comet, whichever comes first.

Sokka wants to vacation in a library. I love how unrepentantly nerdy he can be.

Hey. Professor idiot. Wanna find your unfindable library? Go recruit Zuko. That kid finds so well it gives me flashbacks to Hufflepuff jokes.

Not sure what this implies re: the sapience of sandbenders.

The sandbenders have to have learned that move from airbenders. Also isn't that really inefficient? Rotational force goes 360 degrees but they only want force in a single direction. They should have modeled their sandbending on waterbending instead and created a giant wave behind their sleds for them to surf along.

That chin needs scritches.

I hope they're bringing lots of water rations with them. How much water do you thing Appa needs in a day?

Would Sokka, who lives at the South Pole, know what a fox is?

Everyone keeps forgetting stuff this episode. Library is buried? You have two earthbenders and two airbenders.

Love the attitude.

This has been bugging me for a few episodes now so I might as well mention it. I know it's an artistic choice, but: having fingernails the same colour as fingers squicks me out.

Sokka's turn with the dumb. Why would you climb up to the library when three of you can fly? Appa can hover. Just walk down his tail to the window.

That's twice now they've forgetten Toph's blindness. I love her attitude towards them forgetting.

Sokka's boomerang is one hell of a multitool. Whatever it's made of, it's indestructible.

"Don't worry buddy. I'm not making you go underground ever again." I hope that's not ironic foreshadowing.

Stuffed head of anthropology might be an improvement.

The vocal effect on this owl is neat.

Dammit. Now stealing from the pirates is justified.

Why do you even have that? Why did you stuff it down your shirt? Just why?

*Heroically refrains from going on a rant about the value of non-written sources, oral tradition, and pejoratively labelled 'folk' knowledge.*

The Ears!!! Those cute little ears. They have no business being so floppy. Appa & Toph, the duo I never knew I needed.

Appa is a very good listener.

LEFTY SHOUTOUT!!!

Sokka has not only forgotten that he's after a map of the fire nation; he's also stolen the declaration of independence.

Two things: First, this is the best boy. Second, Sokka seems to be a cat person.

You think the Fire Nation, a Nation that knew enough astronomy to correctly predict, plan for, and harness the power of a comet to complete a very successful genocide, doesn't know there's an eclipse coming up and has planned accordingly? Like come on. They named the comet after their Firelord. They obviously know how astronomy works. It would take literally one eclipse, depriving them of their bending once, for the whole nation to become suddenly very invested in predicting the movements of celestial bodies. They know this. I promise you they have safeguards in place. Pick a less obvious time to attack.

So is the owl gullible as all hell or did he let them in to give them enough rope to hang themselves?

Badass line about justifying war. Although equating protecting the people you love with hoarding library books does not hold water.

This owl has far too much neck.

HOW strong is Toph?

This owl sure is destroying a lot of his books.

Sokka doesn't know that Toph is holding up the library right? And there's no way for him to know how quickly/slowly the library is sinking. So this date checking montage makes no sense. Maybe he will find out the date, but if he's sealed underground then it doesn't matter that he learned it.

Do not like.

Very much DO NOT LIKE.

Did they just kidnap Appa?

Should have told him to yip yip. Does Toph know Yip yip?

I am a big fan of Sokka style. Although I'm glad this show aired a decade before Gangnam Style came out, otherwise the memes would have been insufferable.

The owl is going to eat you as soon as it wakes up. Did you see a cafeteria? A water source? Even if you hide from the owl you'll be dead in a week.

Massive points to Toph for holding that up as everyone inside was delaying for stupid reasons.

No.

No you have to give me back Appa before the episode ends. That's the rules.

Final Thoughts

Unacceptable.

This episode felt contrived, everyone involved except maybe Toph had some epic moments of dumb, and to top it all off they stole Appa. I am not amused.

There was lots of setup and little story here. At least that's what it felt like. There were some fairly lame lines that came off as ham-fisted exposition. The ground hog choir was about the only funny bit. Maybe it's the utterly unacceptable ending bleeding backwards and staining the rest of the episode, but I did not like this one. It honestly would have benefited from a Zuko b-plot, and I do not say that lightly.

[turrondeluxe]

WE BOTH THINKING ABOUT 12!MIKEY INTERACTIONS WITH OTHER MIKEYS!! SAME BRAIN !!!🫵🥺

I love your art by the way. I'm so normal about it I totally don't think absolutely inane and rabid thoughts about your art like eating it nom nom and blending it into a smoothie and crying and ripping my hair out in the mental box in my brain. I'm so normal did you know

Your an inspiration to me btw I love the colours you use and the way you do lines*runs*

MIKEYS INTERACTING🤝🤝🤝

[andrewkun]

~You and Anzu decided to go to a near by café to relax when you meet Arashi on the way there. She seems to have a plan to make you flush red as a stop sign. Could it be that she actually likes you back or just teases you playfully?~

Hiii, I posted this on ao3 so I wanna post this here too :3

I Genuinely love Arashi, she's my wife 🫶🫶

I apologise if the story sounds kinda corny, or OOC, I wrote it on a notebook then copied everything and wrote it on ao3. Anyway enjoy ~~

Characters that appear here:

• you / the reader

• Anzu

• Arashi Narukami

(This thing is all about you and Arashi, other characters will not be tagged due to only being there to help the story. The main attraction is the relationship between you and Arashi)

Man, being a producer sure is hard, eh? But that's okay! You and your friend, Anzu, are such good buddies that you both share the same stress!

Anyway you both are outside sitting at a table trying to come up with new and nice outfits ideas, but the motivation isn't quite friendly Right now...

"Man, this is quite hard! I never thought that I'll be having trouble doing this.."  you sighed. Anzu sighed back and nodded, softly slamming her head onto her notebook. "Hey, wanna take a break?"  You started "I heard a café opened near by and they also have smoothies ~" you gently closed your own notebook.

"I'd love to! I'd really enjoy a smoothie right now~" Anzu replied as she put her notebook in her backpack.

You two then started to approach the school gates, talking about random shit when a sudden voice approached the both of you.

"Hey, wait for me!" A feminine, beautiful voice called. You turned and saw her.

When you first met her, you couldn't help but get butterflies in your stomach. She sure is beautiful looking, but why does your heart flutter so bad whenever you look at her? We're talking about Arashi Narukami here. Her blonde short hair swinging as she walks closer, her wonderful amethyst purple eyes shining just like the orbs everytime. She's just... Perfect!

"Ara, what are you two doing?~"  the “fair maiden”  smiled as she leaned closer to the both of you.

"Ah, Narukami-Senpai!- hello!" You greet her gently, pretty sure your face is the same colour as a rosy peach.

"We were going to a new café near by" Anzu replied with a soft smile

"Ara?~ that sounds nice!~ mind if I join?" Oh my, your face is now a stop sign...

"I don't mind" Anzu shrugged and then looked at you.

"N-neither I do!- you can come along if you'd like to, Narukami-Senpai!" You responded immediately, trying not to blush way more.

"Uwha!!~ I'm so happy ~~ Lead thd way!" Arashi giggled as she covered her cheeks, she looks so cute you'd just want to kiss the girl (if yk the song)

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On the way to the café, you couldn't help but glance at her from time to time. Gosh, can she get even more Gorgeous?

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Once there, you three glanced over to the menu. They had lots of options of coffee and 3 options of smoothies: Strawberry, Banana and Raspberries.

"I'm going to get the strawberry one" Anzu informed you two before she walked closer to the counter to order and pay.

You were still on thoughts when you heard a gasp. You quickly turned to look at Arashi, who seemed quite troubled.

"Is something wrong, Narukami-Senpai?"  You gently gave her a worried look

"Ara~ I deeply apologize but I think I might had forgotten my wallet! I'm so sorry that you had to get me all the way here only for me to be a third wheel.."  she sighed softly, sadden. Your heart aches from seeing her face do such expression.. you couldn't just let her be sad!

"Hey- no- it's fine, I can pay for your drink Narukami-Senpai ~" you confidently say. She gave you a small smile as if.. she planned this all along..

"Really? Oh ____-chan, you don't have to~" she chuckles softly, but you were quite determined...

"No no, it's fine! I do not mind~ Anyway I'll probably come here again and spend my money so~" you gave her a grin which she returned, giggling and ruffling softly your hair.

"Well if so, I'll get what you want~" she flashed you a smile, a very beautiful and gorgeous - ok stop. Focus ____, focus! You nodded before shortly after approaching the counter to order and pay.

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Once getting the drinks, the 3 of you went to a study room the café had. An isolated room with good seats and also a board and some chalk where you can enjoy the drink and.. well.. study

Both of you and Anzu then took out your notebooks to try to continue your work. Arashi, upon seeing them and your faces of exhaustion, began:

"Ara, do you need some help with those?" She asked gently

"No thank you, but I will ask if so" Anzu replied as she started to continue sketching. I guess this place gave her inspiration.

But you still hadn't any.

How sad 💔

You signed to yourself as you tried to work, feeling shy to ask her for any help, focusing on your notebook and only it. Her hand slowly brushed against your back, rubbing it as she got closer to your face. 

"Ara~ don't stress yourself like that! Here, let me help~" she said as she took a look at what you had so far. Your blood boiled on your cheeks as you felt a sudden flutter of heart in your chest.

"N-no, it's ok!- You don't have to-" you tried to argue but come on! It's Arashi, do you really think she'll give up on helping others?

"Nu uh!~ as the big sister Knight, I am devoted to help others in need!" She then gently grabbed your  chin so you're looking directly into her eyes. "So please... Let Narukami Onee-chan help you, alright?~" she whispered gently as her beautiful and gorgeous purple amethyst eyes stared into yours.

It felt as if the world... Disappeared! And it's only the two of you floating around in space as her nose is touching yours, her breath softly hitting your lips. It is as if.. she's telling you it's ok to approach and meet her lips with yours. Her eyes are slightly closed yet half opened, smiling down at you with such a loving gaze~

You quickly nodded and turned your head away, who knows what would had happened if you two stayed any longer, eh? You looked at her from the corner of your eyes to see... Disappointment?

"No, no, no- she- she couldn't like me back, can she?" you thought. 

You quickly brushed it off as you let her help you.

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After what felt like forever, you finally finished sketching outfits ideas.

"Man, we finally finished ~" you sighed before taking a sip of your smoothie. 

"Mhm.. I'll need to go now, see you later _____!" Anzu replied as she then got her stuff and left. She also finished her drink until then, I guess her mind is the only one that can work around here..

Now It's just you and her... 

"Ara, the smoothie is so good~ you've got such a great taste _____-chan~"  Arashi sighed with a satisfaction as she leaned her head onto your shoulder. You could feel your face heat up so much~

There was a beautiful silence until you decided to speak up, it couldn't be that bad right?

".. T-thank you, Narukami-Senpai"  you quietly blunt out. She gave you a soft confused face.

"What for?" She replied with a chuckle.

"F-for the help-.. I really needed some advice to finally finish those sketches ~" you chuckled back. She smiled softly and nodded.

"You're welcome dear~" 

The both of you then sat in silence, drinking the last few remaining sips from your plastic cups. 

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Once you two finished, you left the cafe together.

"Uwhaa~ I really enjoyed today~" she sighed softly as she looked at you. You smiled softly in response as the sun starts setting. 

"Is it me or does she look... Much more gorgeous than ever? I feel like I fall more in love with her each every minute, second, per second..." you softly thought as you stared at the view, the view being her of course~

"You really acted like a gentleman today ~" she sighed once again. 

"Hey, it's not your fault!... And, you don't have to pay me back by the way ~" you smiled softly as she looked at you with a.. quite mischievous smile..

"is that so?~" she replied as she stopped walking and turned to you

"Mhm, I insist!~" you replied quickly, feeling again determined. Both of you now just gaze into eachother's eyes once more. The same feeling of being the only ones floating in space begun for you once again, before she broke it by saying:

"Well~" she started and seemed to pull out something.. it was her wallet. "I was going to but if you say so~~" she giggled at your surprised expression before she walked away, leaving you there dumbfounded....

You decide whether you wanna forgive her or not, but I'd say that was a smooth move as a hint that she even liked you~