#even when they're trying to pretend they're not

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Lando reminds Max how he said he'll let Lando marry Y/n once he wins his first race

yn_verstappen My boy got his first win ❤️❤️so proud of you my love

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landonorris I think I fulfill the criteria for you know what @/maxverstappen1 do you remember what you said?

↳maxverstappen1 I refuse to remember

landonorris cmon I'd do it anyway

maxverstappen1 It was a JOKE

landonorris well I'm very serious about this

username1 What is Lando talking about?

↳username2 I think under some previous post Max said he'll let Lando marry his sister if he wins because it seemed so unrealistic but now oh well 💀

carlossainz55 As a friend of the both of you I can't wait

↳yn_verstappen Wait for what exactly? 👀

landonorris you know what 👀

yn_verstappen Nahhhh I know it was just a joke

landonorris yeah yeah, a joke, totally

username3 I AM CONFUSED

username2 I think Y/n thinks it wasn't for real😭

username4 Y/n blessing our eyes with the video on third slide 😏

↳yn_verstappen As a fangirl myself, I know what a fangirl desires 😌

username5 But fr fr Y/n would be so lucky if Lando actually proposed now

↳username6 I don't think he is being serious, they're still young and all

username7 And why would he try to outshine his first win with a proposal??

username8 So is the wedding happening or not?!

↳username9 It MUST happen now

josverstappen7 Impressive 👏

↳yn_verstappen Ik dacht dat ik je geblokkeerd had lol

username3 "I THOUGHT I BLOCKED YOU" LMAO

↳username10 Hey Jos, is Max on his way to the gas station yet?

username11 He's still walking from the circuit back to the hotel lmao

landonorris It's a win-win situation

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yn_verstappen Max still can't believe you did it lmao

↳landonorris he was the one who gave me the idea!

maxverstappen1 IT WAS A JOKE

landonorris doesn't change the fact that it gave me the idea

username1 Max gonna hate himself for the rest of his life lol he trapped himself with Lando as brother in law

↳username2 Poor Maxie 🤣

yn_verstappen Poor Maxie indeed lmao

carlossainz55 Did Y/n take these photos?

↳landonorris of course she did

↳yn_verstappen Yessir I did

georgerussell63 Why's the ring so small? 🤣

↳yn_verstappen Well I love it regardless

georgerussell63 He's just won a race, should try a bit harder, not sure if that impresses Max

maxverstappen1 Remind me, where's your ring for Carmen? 🤔

username3 Max casually shutting George up lmao

↳yn_verstappen He loves his brother in law after all🥹

username4 I love how Max pretends to not like Lando, but when George try to say something he's defending

↳username5 That's real sibling energy

carlossainz55 Congrats to the both of you! 💪

↳landonorris during one weekend I did two things no one expected me to do

username6 No but that's a valid point Max got, cuz how long have Y/n and Lando been together? A YEAR AND HE ALREADY PROPOSED

↳username7 meanwhile Carmen still waiting for her ring after years

username8 Max ain't getting rid of Lando after this

↳yn_verstappen I think he doesn't mind it 😅

username9 Jos getting another son to train

↳username10 Jos pls turn Lando into a world champion

username9 Possibly without the abuse part?

yn_verstappen Not possible I think lol

josverstappen7 Take good care of her

↳yn_verstappen Better than you did 😐

↳username11 Jos tryna make a comeback into Y/n's life lmao

username12 Suddenly he even follows Lando?

username11 Thankfully Lando doesn't follow him back

maxverstappen1 To clear up the accusations - I will not hate myself for giving him the idea, I enjoy having Lando in the family

↳yn_verstappen They know, Maxie 😭 they're just joking around

username13 Imagine Max, Lando and Y/n together in the same room with Jos 💀

↳username2 I meannn Y/n does a pretty good job avoiding her father, I don't think she wants Lando to meet him

username1 Man's extremely rich, are we surprised?

username2 Trying to impress Max lmao first the win, now this

username3 Well it's understandable that they want privacy on such day

username4 I NEED TO KNOW IF JOS WILL BE THERE

↳username2 Knowing Y/n she won't invite him

username4 As 👏 she 👏 should 👏

username5 Little Lando Norris is the last person from the grid that I expected to get married now

↳username1 Or ever lol

username6 I hope after they are married and have kids Jos will stay away from them

↳username7 Yeah I don't think Y/n would want Jos to be involved in the kids' life after how abusive he was towards Max

username8 Abusive 💀 if it wasn't for Jos Max wouldn't be a world champion

username7 What about Lewis who didn't have an abusive parent?

username9 I'm really hoping to see Y/n keep her last name so their kids can have the last name of a world champion

↳username2 Lando still has a chance 😭 if not this season, then he still has a lot of time

↳username10 Maybe "no kids before Lando's first championship" is their second rule lmao

yn_norstappen Better than I've ever dreamed of 💓 thank you everyone for being there for us and celebrating our love together 💓 and thank you to my amazing husband for making me his wife

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username1 norstappen in the username 😭 I love her she's iconic

landonorris thank you to my beautiful wife for existing

↳username2 I think we know who he can thank for this 💀

maxverstappen1 It was better than I expected

↳landonorris supportive as always❤️

↳yn_norstappen Chill Maxie we all know you're happy for us

georgerussell63 It was such a beautiful wedding

↳yn_norstappen You should take notes, maybe you'll need it one day

carlossainz55 I cried and I'm proud of it

↳yn_norstappen I had no idea you'd be so touched!

carlossainz55 I guess it was just very heartwarming to see Lando get married, especially when you're the one he's getting married to

yn_norstappen Thank you 🥹🫶 I also cried a lot and I'm crying again reading all these kind comments

↳username3 Lando also cried! It was funny to see that after he said he's just not the kinda guy to cry during touching moments like this

username4 Yeahhhh I was surprised he didn't cry after his first win like 🥹aren't u happy pookie⁉️

yn_norstappen If you like to see Lando crying, wait for a video of our wedding day!!

↳landonorris that was kinda cute!

charles_leclerc Your first win, your first wife, what's next?😂

↳yn_norstappen FIRST and LAST wife

landonorris obviously baby

username3 New gossip alert, he said "obviously baby" without a comma ("obviously, baby") so what if he's actually replying to Charles' question saying next is their first baby? 😭

oscarpiastri So happy to have been with you on such important day

↳landonorris cheesy osc

↳yn_norstappen Thank you Oscar

mclaren Cheers to the newlyweds 🥂 (and to many more wins of Lando's)

↳oscarpiastri But tbh such a shame there was no orange theme

landonorris the baby shower will be black and orange

oscarpiastri You're already planning I see

landonorris it's a bit obvious innit

yn_norstappen LANDO

yn_norstappen We're NOT having a baby YET

landonorris after the first world champion title✍️got it baby

josverstappen7 Shame I couldn't be there with you, but happy regardless

↳yn_norstappen You COULDN'T? I didn't invite you

↳username2 nahhh Jos is tryna make it seem like he couldn't make it but we all know he just wasn't invited lmao

[simpjaes]

requested by: anon enemies to lovers, forced to sleep in the same bed [room] trope. wc: 1.3k tags: not rly enemies to lovers, more like enemies to enemies that fuck

Enemies to lovers Jay learning that this stupid fucking trip forces the two of you to interact. That alone is enough to piss him off and activate the petty part of his brain.

Enemies. That's a fucking fact.

Imagine how he felt when he learned his cousin is dating you and bringing you to the fucking family trip? Trust, he did just about everything to prevent it. Including sending you hateful messages, semi-threatening that if you showed up he would absolutely piss in your cereal.

Well, you showed up anyway. And unfortunately, no one bought cereal for the kitchen so it looks like he needs to find a different method of making you miserable.

What's even more unfortunate? His cousin has no idea that he hates you. And why does he hate you? Well, given that you rejected him all those years ago for prom in a hella humiliating way....does he really need to explain?

For years he was made fun of for it, and you laughed with everyone at him. Not with him, at him.

Fucking bitch. That's what you are.

And you continue to be that bitch this whole time too. Knowing he had a thing for you, unsure of if he still does but still acting like he does.You don't need to know that he'd definitely still hit that shit. In more ways than one. Across the head seems more appropriate at this point though.

"He needs to leave early." Jay's mother explains to him in a semi-whisper. "Guess the sea-food got to him."

Jay silently gives himself a high-five at the idea that you'd leave with your boyfriend, his cousin.Unfortunately, you don't. In fact, you over-stay your welcome solely because your boyfriend's family loves you so much and practically begged you to stay.

At least Jay has his own room, right? WRONG. Oh, his demise hits him in the chest that very next morning, learning that his bitch-ass parents replaced his cousin's room with a different family member. Apparently they had wanted to come but all the spots in the house were filled up.

Now, they're on their way and you're moving your shit to the living room.

"Jay, why don't you let her have your room? It's only polite."

"Fuck that" is what Jay would say if it weren't for his father looming with a death glare.

"No, no!" You gleefully cut in. "If he's okay with just sharing the room, I'll be okay!" He rolls his eyes. Just because there's a pull out couch in the room doesn't fucking mean he should have to share it. With you no less. ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ Did you do that on purpose? Maybe.

Do you love your boyfriend with your whole heart? Not really.

What most people aren't aware of in this family is, well, your boyfriend isn't exactly the best person to be involved with. Oh, he left because he's feeling sick? No he didn't, you saw that text on his phone. Despite you loving his family, and his family loving you, neither of you really love each other these days. Additionally, neither of you really have the heart to break up due to the benefits you both get simply for holding the title of boyfriend/girlfriend.

So, you trying to pull one on Jay both before and after your boyfriend saw himself out the door feigning sick? Definitely on purpose. After all, if you and your boyfriend are past the point of even trying to make intimacy work, it's not so bad that you both find it elsewhere.

Kind of like a mutual relationship where's you're not dating except for when the family comes together and the two of you pretend that love hasn't fallen through the floor.

Imagine Jay's face when he found out, deep into the night where it's silent save for the rain pattering against the window.

"I'm not actually dating him, you know?" You blurt out of the silence, wanting to push somehow for Jay to admit that he still wants you. If anything, to boost your own confidence and force him to abandon whatever respect he has for his cousin to keep it under wraps. "He left to go fuck his actual girlfriend."

"Okay?" Jay huffs out, pretending he doesn't care but actually loving the juicy hidden secret. "What does that have to do with me?" "Well, Jay Jay-" You smile in the darkness, cuddling close against the pillow and lending a small chuckle at the way he's situated himself on the pull-out bed. "It has everything to do with you if you want to fuck me."

You hear him inhale at your words before breathing out in a shaking breath.

"You are so fucking full of yourself." He starts, lifting up so fast into a sitting position that he nearly feels lightheaded. "After the way you humiliated me? You think I want to fuck you now?!" You shush him quickly, wanting so badly to mock his inability of volume control. Which...that could be fun.

"Please, you've wanted to fuck me since you learned what fucking even was."

Fair, Jay thinks, as he narrows his eyes at your barely-visible figure in his bed.

"You're being ridiculous. I wouldn't stoop so low." He argues back, voice a bit weaker, like it's breaking. Then he flops back down onto the pull-out, ignoring the uncomfortable creaking of the bed.

"Relax. I'm just trying to get laid here, it's not like we have to date or anything."

As if that's not what Jay has wanted since fucking prom?! Casual sex?! With you? "You're kind of a whore, you know that?" Jay spits, aggressively rolling over to face the wall, not at all to hide the fact that he's absolutely about to shove his hands down his pants.

"Do you want me to be?" You encourage him to think like your boyfriend used to. "Want me to apologize for the way I treated you?" He remains silent, squeezing his eyes shut and willing for all of this to just be a dream, though he'd be fucking pissed if it actually was. "Don't you want to punish me for it?" You continue, softening your voice now, lifting yourself on the bed and crawling to the edge of it. "Make me say sorry? Make me regret the day I never let you do it in the first place?" "Fuck off." Jay tries to control himself. The need to absolutely fuck you into the mattress, shut that pretty mouth up? It's intense right now. "Stop trying to come onto me." And when you do, he's actually disappointed. He hears the way you crawl back into position and roll over in silence. The room stays quiet for a little while, but he can't sleep now. Arguably, you can't either. "You're so fucking annoying." Jay huffs, rolling off the pull-out and instantly getting on the bed with you, hovering over you, letting you feel how hard you've managed to get him. "If you're able to actually shut the fuck up, take your shorts off and roll over." You hum, delighted by his weak mind state. Loving that in a way, he admits it. Finally, he admits it. All those narrow-eyed stares at you weren't just from hate. He definitely wanted you, and he still does. You do as you're told with a mocking laugh, shoving your shorts down your thighs and rolling over for him. He makes quick work, already slapping his length against your ass cheeks before instantly pressing his tip into you with a pathetic, whiny little groan.

"Thought you'd be rougher." You smile against the pillow, only to feel his hand in your hair. He tugs you back with an uncomfortable arch now cramping at your back. "Thought you wanted to make me sorry.”

“Can you please shut the fuck up?” Jay groans, shoving his full and thick cock straight into you with a solid thrust. “Hm?”

Well, now you can. Because oh my god? He’s been this big the whole time? You could’ve been bouncing on this countless times already and you’re only now feeling how good it is? Crazy mistake on your part.

You couldn't mock him back if you tried right now, with the way he releases your hair only to push your head into the pillow, fucking into you so aggressively that you can barely even breathe. He really is making you sorry.

[42internetgirl]

boat ride — rafe cameron

summary: rafe making it up to you after arguing over his ex-girlfriend sofia.

warnings/notes: fluff, pogue reader but it's not like a big part of the plot, soft!rafe. genuinely think this might be the first time i’ve written something that isn’t sexual/suggestive for rafe 😭 i need help. but i’m trying to write more fluff for him :) if you have any requests please send them! <33 love u all sm. also thanks to @starkeysprincess, my baby, for giving me the idea of a cute boat date that inspired this idea in my head !!!! <3333

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

“i just don’t get why you still need her in your phone, and why she still stays texting your phone!” you get defensive while sat in your boyfriend passenger seat. this was the second time you’d gotten in an argument over his ex-girlfriend, sofia. you trusted rafe, if you didn’t you wouldn’t be with him, but the thing was that; you didn’t trust her. her little texts asking rafe ‘how he was’ or ‘if he was busy and wanted to come over', you’d had enough.

“really? you’re going to genuinely get upset over this?”, rafe scoffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. part of him thought it was funny, only because the thought of you thinking that he wanted anyone else was humorous to him. he literally wanted to marry you, and some random ex-girlfriend in his phone was the last thing on his mind.

“yes rafe,” your eyes widened, waiting for him to say something. “yes i am.”

“s’fuckin’ stupid.” his right hand gripped the wheel, pissed off that you were so upset about his ex still being in his phone despite him always shutting her down. the thing that made you so upset about the whole situation was the fact that he let her down in the nicest ways possible. 'sorry, can't make it. maybe another time." sorry? what the fuck was he sorry for? maybe another time? does he want to see her?

“take me home.” you give up. you couldn’t be bothered to argue with him over this right now. your point always went straight over his head.

“are you serious?”

“does it look like i’m joking?” you pretend to scavenge for something in your purse, embarrassed that this was the second time you had to bring up this issue with rafe. did he not love you enough to just listen to you and block her?

rafe didn’t say anything, but instead put his truck in drive and made his way to your house, it was a silent 10 minutes.

your argument with rafe was long gone, you didn’t bring it up and neither did he. the ignorance was bliss for you, you liked to hope that after dropping you off at home and watching you silently tear up in his truck that night, that maybe he went home and blocked sofia.

you knew that wasn’t what went down, but the thought of anything else happening made you sick. so, you figured never bringing it up again would be more beneficial, even though you wanted to so badly.

“wanna go for a boat ride?” rafe let his phone fall to his chest and let out a yawn, both his hands making their way up your thighs that were rested on his legs. you two had tanneyhill all to yourselves, and sitting on the living room couch both occupied in your own tiktok for you pages was how you’d spent your time so far.

“sure,” you reply softly. one thing you loved about dating a rich kook was getting to ‘casually�� take a boat ride.

“cmon.” rafe pulled you out of your slumped position on the couch. "gotta surprise for you."

you smiled at him, wondering what the surprise could be. rafe wasn't always the best with surprises and such, but the bug smile on his made you think that maybe this time it would be different. his eagerness reminded you of a little boy on christmas.

"after you ma'lady," rafe chuckled and put his arm out, signaling for you to make your way out to the dock before him. he followed after you, "close your eyes." he took both hands and wrapped them around your face, covering your eyes.

"rafe!" you giggle. almost losing your balance, your grip onto his big arms, feeling safe when they're wrapped around you.

"hey! no peeking."

"i cant! with your big ass hands in my face!" the huge grin on your voice could be heard just through your voice.

"m'kay, ready?" rafe gets closer to you, his chest pressed up against back, he leaves a kiss on your ear.

"yes!" you couldn't contain your excitement anymore, you needed to know what your boyfriend had planned for you.

rafe dropped his hands from your eyes, but you kept one arm wrapped around his, not wanting to let go of him.

you were speechless. the string lights set up perfectly, complimenting the pink and blue sky, the wicker basket filled with all your favorite snacks, the white blanket laid across the floor of the boat, the pink and red (your favorite colors) colored gift boxes set up neatly, just waiting for you to open them.

no one had ever done anything like this for you before, tears welt up in your eyes, you buried yourself in rafe's chest, leaving a few tear stains on his grey t-shirt.

"i love you baby," rafe gave you a quick peck on the head. your tears and reaction almost getting a reaction out of him. seeing you with the biggest grin on your face had rafe literally doing cartwheels in his head. he swore he'd never love someone as much as he loved you, but there he was, spending all his money and time trying to make you happy.

"all this for me rafey?" you looked up at him with teary eyes. puckering your lips, waiting for him to give you a kiss, he does of course.

"well who else would it be for?"

rafe's ego would never let himself admit that this was all because he felt bad for arguing over his ex-girlfriend, but you knew it was. rafe had a soft spot for you and you loved it.

"i love you rafe."

[miguel-owhora]

tf141 but it's trans force 141

soap :333

someone might shoot me for this but i think soap's the hairiest within 141. price is a runner up, but soap takes the cake. he's fucking hairy all over, from the top of his scalp to his toes, this man is a bear, or a hound dog, prancing around the world with no care.

even pre-t he was hairy, and even before he came out lol. he probably has a lot of both older and younger sisters, and i like to think he's their only brother. he'd get so hissy whenever he was forced to shave; he hated how smooth his body felt, how he used to nick himself, how uncomfortable it felt when his hair used to grow back.

when he came out and got on t, he was so smug about not shaving. he's probably the type of person to slap his sister's shaved legs and make some stupid joke about it, grinning when he'd get smacked on the back of his head. some of his sisters are secretly annoyed that their brother doesn't have to shave, and envy that men's societal norms are different for him.

but sometimes soap does think about shaving when his sister's tug at his hair, either on his legs or arms or chest. it reminds him that he's still their younger brother, and they can and will terrorize him.

anyways :3

soap is hairy, and his hair is dark and thick, and it grows darker and thicker further south. he's especially hairy on his chest, belly, pussy, and ass! oh, and pits, too.

rarely does he do anything with the hair around his pussy; if it becomes a bush, so be it. he has good hygiene so it doesn't become 'bad.' but sometimes he'll trim it; not shave, but trim, so it's not poking out of his boxers and not as itchy.

you literally have to pry his lips apart to get to the good stuff, his pubes are so thick and hairy it hides his pretty cunt and even prettier tcock. his cunt is fat and yummmyyyyy

he's probably the type of guy to shamelessly jerk off anywhere and anytime, pulling his pants down and jerking his cock off in front of his teammates who try to pretend they don't notice, but by the end they're all having an orgy or something.

price :333

he also squirts!!! like a whole lot more than creams lmao. he loves not telling any new partner that he squirts, it's like a gamble. either some people are into it or some people aren't, and it's a risk he's willing to take. his tcock is average, it's not too big but not too small.

honestly, it's a tie between price and soap. price is soooo hairy, i mean bro has a beard and all. anyways, unfortunately he comes in second place.

that being said, he's still so fucking hairy it's insane. hair smothers his pecs and chest, and it runs all over his stomach and arms and shoulders and back, down to his ass and hole, around his thighs and legs and toes and at his pussy !!!

pre-t and pre coming out, he definitely used to shave whenever he felt insecure. but once he came out and started going on t, he stopped looking at razor blades. of course, aside from keeping his beard groomed and keeping his bush trimmed so it's not crazy, he doesn't really do anything.

i feel like his ass is hairier than his pussy. it smothers his cheeks and thickens n darkens around his hole, pretty fluttering thing hidden underneath the mass of pubes. so anytime you eat him out, expect for a couple of hairs to end up in your mouth.

i also think he has a bush, but unlike soap, he regularly trims it. not like to the point where he's, like, hairless, but enough to maintain it—much like his beard, he keeps his pussy hair groomed.

i think he has a pretty big tcock. like whenever he gets hard, it swells up and pokes out of its hood, and i can definitely see price leaning back on something, smoking a cigar in one hand and jerking off his tcock with tbe other hfnffbf

i don't think price squirts, he just creams or whatever. he's definitely into fucking people's mouth with his tcock, and praises you soooo good hgngfh, maybe even squeezes your head between his legs.

also!!! i don't price has a naturally slow metabolism, but the reason he isn't fat is because he's in the army and forced to keep in shape. that being said, once he retires and slows down, he definitely gains weight.

hgngh, price having a belly and thicker thighs and sitting on your face, probably drinking some rich whiskey as you eat him out, sucking on his cock GOD

gaz :333

someone's going to shoot me for this but i don't think gaz is all that hairy !!! sure, he has a couple of hairy spots, like his arms and legs, maybe a thick happy trail, but he's not hairy the way soap or price are.

i don't think he shaves but he's not smooth lmao, idk how to explain it but he's perfect, basically.

speaking of perfect, i think his hole is actually pretty hairy, mostly because im into that. and speaking of his hole, gaz's pussy could be hairy, but this mf trims it. not that he isn't into hairy boypussy, he most definitely is, but he just doesn't like when his own cunt is unhinged.

he refuses to shave so all he does is spend time trimming his bush until it's neat and well-put. he's talented enough to make little designs, like that one time he trimmed his pubes into a stupid little skull and it threw ghost off.

this man has a fat fucking pussy, and i headcanon his tcock to be the biggest. even when soft his cock pokes out a bit, which means it stimulates gaz and makes him fucking weetttttt.

he's the type of guy to lead a humping session with someone, or trib idk. he'll pin them down and slot himself between his legs, maneuvering them until their pussies are rubbing against each other. he won't cum until the other person does, and he'd probably talk them through it gooddddd

gaz definitely squirts!!!! only because i like the idea of folding his legs to his chest and fucking his cunt until he's squealing and gushing around your cock GOD the masturbation bonding moments between him and soap would be wet as hell 😭

ghost :333

im going to rip this off like a bandaid and say GHOST IS HAIRLESS

well, body hair wise. i think he has hair on his head :) bro probably keeps it cropped or something idk anyways

HE'S HAIRLESS FHFNFKFKG

i just cannot imagine ghost with any hair. maybe a very light coating, but he's also both 1. white + 2. has blonde hair, so it's barely noticeable.

idk man he's just hairless, including his ass and pussy. god, that just means he's more sensitive. it's easier for him to accidentally rub against something and it'll get him wet as hell, his decent-sized tcock swelling with desperation.

god imagine hitting his pussy; so pale and smooth, it blossoms red under your heavy hand, he'd be soo teary in the face.

i also think ghost is a crybaby during sex. he's so sensitive and it's quick to get him overstimulated, and don't let his tears fool you: he's absolutely into it.

he's also into people folding him in half and fucking him like he's just a fleshlight, and he'd be embarrassed but god he'd let you spread his puffy lips open just to watch your cum trickle out

[spider-jaysart]

What’s ur headcanon for Damian and Jon?(love ur artwork btw:)

@dunkinsthings

Awww thank you, friend!!💚💚💚💚 :D

This is for you btw!😊

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Now, onto the headcanons!💕

Damian has a sensitive stomach when it comes to eating too much junk food, since he actually grew up mainly eating healthy stuff. So whenever Jon's around and he's having a stomach ache at that moment, he will try his best to comfort Damian while he's dealing with the pain

Jon is very ticklish on his neck, so whenever him and Damian are sleeping next to eachother and Damian wakes up before him, Damian will playfully tickle and scratch under his chin (like how people do with pets) to get him up and awake with laughter. This most times causes Jon to fall out of the bed while trying to stop Damian or gets him captured in a whole tickle attack by his boyfriend before they both actually get up and ready for the day. And when hugging or cuddling Jon, sometimes Damian will also plant some kisses on his neck too just to get a few good giggles out of his boyfriend right there and if he wants, will take advantage of that moment to deliver another fun tickle attack to him

And for Damian, he's extremely ticklish and also has a big ticklish spot of his own, which is his under arms, so Jon will get him back too. Sometimes when he's hugging Damian from behind, he'll take advantage of that moment to slip his hands underneath his arms quickly and tickle him lol and then it'll turn into a tackle that Damian can't escape or just Jon playfully lifting him up in his arms instead, as he's kicking and trying to slip out somehow but failing, while Jon keeps going. Either way though, it all ends up with him going into such loud laughter, which Jon loves seeing so much. Now Damian doesn't trust him hugging him from behind anymore because of this lmaooo

Jon is an early bird....Damian is not loll. Because of this, Damian will sometimes try to keep Jon stuck with him in bed longer, even for the whole day if it's a free one for them both to actually relax without patrols or missions (and school too when they're kids). Jon, despite loving the mornings, doesn't mind usually and loves getting to cuddle up with his boyfriend whenever he can in such cozy times. He will sometimes try to get Damian to want to wake up though, since he likes them both enjoying the early day together, but will respect his sleep if he sees he really doesn't want to (and also cause he don't wanna deal with a grumpy Dami loll)

When Damian gets his long hair for a while (the one that he currently has in canon), Jon would turn it into a small braid for him whenever he let him, since it's fun for him to do and he thinks it looks cute on Damian. Damian could've gotten it cut a long time ago, but secretly he delayed it for this reason. Sometimes Damian twists and plays with the little braid too when just bored

When visiting for sleepovers, Damian sometimes pretends to forget his pj's just so that Jon will lend him his for the night instead, because he loves wearing and stealing them loll

Jon always smothers Damian in the face with many kisses and Damian will be trying to get him to stop, but will be blushing completely and secretly loves it actually lol

Jon got into Manga because of Damian growing a big interest in it now. Jon wants to be able to enjoy and talk about it with him, since he can see that he clearly loves it a lot, so he reads as many as he can and also reads the ones that Damian favorites, so that he can impress him with his knowledge about them. And whenever they're chilling together like usual, he also loves seeing Damian work on his fan made comics that are inspired by the mangas. Damian would used to try and block him from seeing them at first, but then got used to him watching, so he became comfortable and mostly got over it...until Jon one day noticed that one of the ocs known as the love interest looked pretty similar to him, then that's when there was no more permission to look anymore lolll

Jon plays songs on his guitar for Damian, even ones that he wrote himself that are dedicated just to Damian. Damian loves them and he always pays attention to listening everytime, while they're both just staring into eachother's eye's with love. Jon even showed Damian one time how to play too, guiding him with his hands while having him sit comfortably on his lap. Damian totally knew how to use it though, he just wanted to have a really nice moment with Jon like that, while having him be fooled

Damian loves playing with Jon's hair because of his fluffy, messy curls. He always put his hand through it whenever Jon is leaning his head on his shoulder or on his lap or in his arms when cuddling and Jon always feels totally relaxed from it. Sometimes Damian will randomly put some of it behind Jon's ear too, like how someone would do it to a girl, because his big bangs get in the way sometimes

Damian has tons of drawings of Jon in his sketchbooks and even doodles of him in notebooks or on random pieces of papers that he saved in folders too and this was something he did a lot before they had dated at all. He still does it and keeps them hidden from Jon, which he would usually do during their friendship too, but unknowingly to him, Jon is secretly aware of them, since he had accidentally dropped open a couple of his books one time without meaning to after bumping into his desk. He was surprised to see them and blushed a lot while observing each one, thinking it's so cute and sweet that his boyfriend loves drawing him so much. He quickly put them away with his superspeed when hearing Damian coming back though and kept it to himself ever since. He still blushes with a smile to himself whenever thinking back to it

Despite whatever Damian may think about his many hidden scars, Jon loves them because they're apart of his boyfriend and they don't make him think differently about him at all, just only add more to his beauty for him. And when he becomes much more older, he also likes placing kisses on them, especially if Damian says anything negative about them, which can get some laughs out of Damian as he's telling Jon to stop, but he does love it

Jon let's Damian draw on him a lot like he's a canvas lol, and he ends up always coming out with beautifully done "tattoos" on himself. After getting them, he'll wear tan tops and t-shirts to make them visible to everyone's eye's and proudly shows them off to his and Damian's friend group too, being like "Look what my man did. Gorgeous, isnt it?" Lolll, and they all can't help but agree with him about it all the time

When Damian had begun realizing that he had a crush on Jon, he came up with the idea to invite him over for a movie night one time, telling him he's got a new cool film that they can watch together, but it was actually a horror movie that he purposely put on so that Jon could get scared and would want him to be near him the whole time for protection. It worked and Damian was very pleased with it turning out exactly how he wanted. He wanted to recreate that experience again, so then he got the idea to start challenging them both to watching even more scary movies together or else Jon would be proving himself to be a total "Scaredy cat" he would say, which Jon ofc denied about being everytime, leading him to accepting the challenges just to not seem like a wuss, not realizing he's falling perfectly for his traps everytime loll. Overtime, Jon later began recognizing the patterns of all of this though, but decided to continue acting as if he was still naive to it, since he did love the fact that this gave him so much chances to cuddle up with Damian whenever. Overtime in the future though, when they're both more older, they just get totally distracted with eachother instead when watching horror films and just end up cuddling and falling asleep together like it's not even on playing lolll

Jon loves taking so many selifies of him and Damian together loll and he even has sooo many of them on his phone already too. And sometimes he also surprises Damian whenever he just immediately takes one without warning, like for example, instantly pulling him into a random tight hug, snapping the photo, then giving him a quick kiss to the cheek and leaving him alone lol

Damian doesn't like sharing his food, but Jon is one of the only few that convinces him to do it somehow lol. When they began dating, he didn't feel comfortable sharing the same utensils, straws, or drinking and eating out of the same foods either, but now he's so used to it in their relationship and doesn't care so much anymore. And whenever Jon eagerly asks for a bite of something from his plate, he just simply feeds some of it to him too with his fork or spoon, even though he tells him he feels like he's feeding a baby lol and needs to just use his own to pick from him instead, but doesn't really mean it

They both always take care of eachother when they're sick. And thanks to Jon's Kryptonian side, he can be around Damian comfortably as much as he wants to be without worrying about getting anything easily, unlike Damian who has to make sure to be well protected from any germs Jon would have from his cold, like wearing a mask and gloves and using sanitizers to keep himself and certain items touched by Jon clean lol. It also doesn't help when Jon wants to still keep kissing him anyways, so he has to remind his boyfriend that he has to wait until he gets better again, even though he himself really wants to kiss him back too

Jon really likes booping Damian's nose a lot loll. And when Damian wouldn't expect it so much before, Jon would boop it while happily saying "Boop!" and then quickly smooch him on the lips, making Damian go instant red all over the face, and then fly away while giggling about it before Damian tried to catch up to him loll

They both got used to eachothers music tastes, even though they weren't so into them at first. When Damian first showed Jon his playlist of favorite rock and metal songs (which he canonly listens to in Arabic), Jon was surprised and his ears couldn't take the loudness of them (because of superhearing not letting him totally control it at times), but tried to enjoy it with Damian anyways, since he knows that's just his taste and is just glad he wants to share it with him. Now he's more comfortable with it and cuddles up on a bed with Damian most times, while sharing the headsets with him to listen to every one of them. And then for Jon, he would just shamelessly play country music around Damian a lot out loud on radios or on his phone and Damian just wasn't so very fond of it before lol, but now it's grown on him and he sometimes listens to it by himself, even while drawing, and is always reminded of his boyfriend whenever he hears country songs playing anywhere. That last one also applies to Jon as well whenever he hears metal or rock playing somewhere and also sees bands with that taste

Jon also grew a temporary addiction to metal and rock songs for a while when having an emo phase in his teenage years lmaoo, which gave Damian the wonderful chance of hyperfixiating with him even more about them lolll. And despite loving Jon's brighter self, Damian was also actually very into this side of him as well while it had still lasted during that time haha

Most times Damian tippy toes just to reach Jon for kisses, but Jon will also bend down for the same reason

They both took the time to learn eachothers languages from their respective cultures to surprise one another and show the other how much they care by doing that

They both also merged Arabic and Kryptonise together and now have their own special language that only they both know and communicate with eachother

Sometimes Jon goes on long, happy rambles about science and Damian will just let him, listening to every word he has to say, even if he already does know most facts about the subject himself, understanding it's just a passionate one for Jon. He teases Jon about being such a nerd sometimes because of this loll, but it's just another thing he actually loves about him

Wanting to be a sweet boyfriend, Jon would make Damian surprise baked goods like, sugar cookies, muffins, pasteries, and other yummies, since he likes treating him like that. He gets help from both Lois and Ma since they know what they're doing, which he appreciates, and they always come out well like he hopes with their assistance. And overtime he begins learning more on his own, later becoming independently better at it. Damian really likes these gifted desserts a lot and after some time of getting used to receiving them, he becomes delighted whenever he sees Jon with them now

When they're both adults and living together, Jon LOVES the delicious Arabic meals that Damian cooks from his culture. They don't get made daily, but when they do, it's always like a great day for Jon whenever he finds out and he stays excited just thinking about dinner time arriving. He'll even try helping Damian out with cooking it to make things easier and quicker, but after some past incidents, Damian doesn't trust him not messing it up while he's already working hard on it, so he'll be like "NO, get out of my kitchen and sit with the pets." While pushing Jon out, who's chuckling like "Hey! OUR kitchen you mean." Lmaoo. When they're finally done and served, it's like a wonderful dream for Jon when eating it. Then afterwards he's being all affectionate with Damian, like he's showing his appreciation for the meal, and Damian can't help but let out little laughs from it, while being like "You're cleaning all the dishes." and then Jon just happily floats with them all in his hand and leaves to the kitchen being like "Yes, Sir.<3" after giving his boyfriend a quck kiss on the lips. And another thing is that these meals are so good to Jon, he might just love them even more than his dear noodles lolll

When they both finally announced to their respective parents and families that they are dating, they started getting rules from them and everyone else who's older about keeping their doors open from now on whenever the other is visiting over and they're both having sleepovers with eachother now. The boys are immediately blushing and let out groans while trying to protest against it, not wanting to lose their privacy, and flusteredly say nothings gonna even happen (and nothing ever does ofc), but are left at a loss when Talia and Lois tell them there is no arguing this one down at all and that's that lolll. Sometimes members of the Superfam will joke that they better be up to nothing, since they'll be able to hear and see anything, which really annoys the boys everytime and causes them to throw things at them in response as they're yelling for them to leave the room and stop bothering already loll. And Batfam members really tease them both whenever they catch the door closed, by pushing it open and giving the reminder about the rule and then act all very nosey about what they doing, which gets them kicked out fast by Damian getting up and shoving them out of there, using whatever force he has in his strength loll

Jon's birthday is on June 1st and Damian's is on August 9th, so they are both summer babies

When they get married in the future as adults, I imagine them both hyphening their last names together in this order "Al Ghul-Wayne-Kent"

Some of these are pretty common enough for everyone, but I still wanna share mines anyways:

For nicknames they give eachother as a couple, besides canon ones like "Hayseed", "Corncob", and "Farmboy" from Damian, as a boyfriend he calls Jon Habibi, Beloved (which are both habits taken from Talia), Love, Sunshine, Sunflower, and Supernerd (cause of Jon being so into science lol)

And Jon calls him Baby, Babe, Honey (canon hehehe), Pumpkin, Shorty, Pookie just to be funny sometimes, Honeybun, Hotcakes (as in "hottie" lol and cause it's also fitting for whenever he gets mad, like "hotheaded"), and Dame and Dami still because he knows what those two really mean now loll

A sad one, but...when they both get old together, Damian goes first since he's human, while Jon lives for much longer because of his Kryptonian side still letting him with the slower aging and also giving him healthy, on going strength as if he's still young. Jon mourns a lot over him and never let's go of the things that belonged to his Husband. They all remind him of Damian too much to just get rid of, like for example the dark and green sweaters having his familiar scent still whenever he hugs them for comfort, the novels and old mangas letting him enjoy what Damian did and feel small joy like he's reading them with him by his side just like how he used to, the sword and old hero suit both giving him so much big memories back from when they were both still in the Superhero business as younger adults, and each of the drawings from the many sketchbooks of his feeling precious with all the love and dedication put into every one of them, including the many lovely portraits done by Damian of himself as well from over the years. He even looks through their old childhood photos too, remembering all the good times they've had for so long while growing up and places the most heartwarming one on his nightstand in a frame to always look at it. I also like to headcanon that he wants something to occupy his time again, due to feeling lonely without Damian, so he goes back into superheroing with their daughter Nadja (my oc who's an adult by this point), after retiring with Damian years ago when they both felt it was time, and uses Damian's sword in his combat as a way to honor him

Now for some fluff to heal that, Clark and Lois both love ice cream soda and would used to go on dates in the past as young adults to have them together. Now that they're married and have a family, they bring the kids along with them to their favorite diner to also enjoy it with them too, making it a fun family outing for them all. Because of this, Jon now also takes Damian out a lot to the same diner to have ice cream soda as a treat on their own dates, wanting to recreate what his parents used to do back then for themselves, since he believes it's sweet. And in the future as married adults, when they have Nadja, it then becomes like a nice family thing for them as well as if it's become a little passed down tradition for them too now

Damian loves wearing Jon's Superboy hoodie and using it as a way to visually say to others "He's mine", but it's the one clothing that he can't actually steal lol, so he always convinces Jon to take it off for him once they're off patrol duty, and Jon does it because he doesn't mind his Bae using it at all and thinks it's adorable whenever he puts it on, looking so small in it because of how baggy it is on him like any other outfit of his that he takes loll

Annnnnd I think these are all of them that I have for now lol

Thank you for the ask, dunkin!!! :D

I really enjoyed answering this!!

[lunarcloak]

Blue Lock Chapter 262: Visual Storytelling

Can we talk about the visual imagery this chapter?? Kaneshiro is always cooking but Nomura cooked extra hard this time with his own illustrative storytelling

An almost entirely white panel. Except for the black spot of Kaiser's hunched figure. Almost as if he's the stain on an otherwise perfect game from BM right now. (He's thrown off balance.)

Here, in the first picture, this is Isagi's view of where Kaiser is right now. On top of a puzzle piece— a symbol of Isagi's power, and also a symbol of how off kilter he is. The second picture is part of a larger paneling of how he's being left on the ground as Isagi runs past him in a flurry of puzzle pieces. Almost as if Isagi's kicking the pieces of his perfect puzzle astray, leaving him to rebuild them from scratch. (The theme of this chapter.)

You can tell he's only barely listening. Eyes are always a huge indicator of visual storytelling— i picked this up from looking at BSD panels for too long. Here there's virtually no pupils, smaller, wider eyeballs because he's not listening to Ness's words. They're going in one ear out the other. Because Ness's words are superficial— He's trying to help, he is, but that is desperately NOT what Kaiser needs right now. He needs to figure out how to FIX this. Not to retreat back into the safety of his cocoon so that he can pretend he's still the star on the field.

NOTICE HOW EVERYTHING IN THE SECOND PANEL CAN DIRECTLY BE RELATED TO ISAGI. The offer from Reale— what if Yoichi gets it instead of me? The throne in this team— what if Isagi takes that, too? Am I about to lose everything I worked to get myself? The whole world is watching my worst performance in years. I can't lose here. I can't be defeated here. Not here, of all places, in Blue Lock.

Negative colouring. The previous, prominent memory I have of this is when Rin went to his "flow" state. It's specifically to emphasise the "HUMAN" wording. It's usually used to showcase a very prominent moment, in this case it's Kaiser realising exactly what the core of his worry is right now. It isn't the defeat, not beating Isagi, not anything. At the moment, he's afraid of losing the very humanity he had thought he clawed himself into. To emphasise this, the black and white being reversed are to indicate that time almost freezes, completely changing his perspective and line of thought at that moment.

Less dramatic, still negatively scaled panel. Emphasising how he's really digging into his psyche here and going "Oh, I'm scared. I'm afraid of losing everything I've got for myself." The last time this happened was when his secret money stash was found— he didn't care as much then, because there was nothing to lose that he hadn't already lost. But now? Now, it matters a lot more. Because he's built himself up on an entirely shaky foundation. Note how he's also sliding below here, losing his footing, like he's lost the stable ground he thought he had.

The angle of this panel makes it look like he's climbing upwards, and he's just lost his grip on the wall before him, and is in the process of falling. It's extremely well done.

Plenty people have already pointed this one out— yeah Isagi's just reached a height that's similar to Noa's. The position Kaiser thought he used to have, but now he's not even on the staircase to victory and the treasure he thought he would attain soon is now inching towards his most challenging rival to date.

You will never see him this tired, this defeated, or this melancholic ever again. At this point, his eyes are no longer that wide, shocked stare of not seeing. Now he's comprehended his stance, and he's come back into himself.

Each petal is a memory, a visual representation of the crumbling of the rose he once held. It's gone now, there's no rose in his hand anymore (nothing for him to hold onto anymore). When you have no roses in hand, you grow a new bouquet. When you have nothing, there's nothing to lose if you go reaching for something to hold onto again.

But HERE, the petals can be interpreted in two ways— either he's being reformed from the petals of a new rose (blank petals, not representative ones). OR, you can interpret it as those very petals dissipating from his being, leaving him as this black, blank slate to rebuild himself. Zero— as in no colour, no petals, no gardens to flourish anymore. Only way to move now is up.

Also I'd like to draw your attention to the negative paneling again— inverted this time, the exact opposite of the previously conveyed emotion. Now he's the one in the black, working to redefine himself. He's already redefined the external aspects.

Your Zero— Your Beginning. I LOVE this page, even if it's a repeat. It conveys so much. Kaneshiro and Nomura are such a GOOD TEAM

A black hand clasps around the core memory— the memory of when he truly had only his football. He can't let that petal float away, that's one he wants to keep. That's the idea he wants to hold onto. He crushes the petal into his hand, assimilating it into his new beginning. That's the one he'll hold onto, to recraft the person that is Michael Kaiser.

[clownery-and-fuckery]

God how did I not post this before.... I've got some soft stuff just for you

"We're home."

Tech felt his breath catching at the sight of Pabu. After so long, after so much hurt‐ the planet had never looked so pretty.

Still, staring at the surface, as their impending arrival grew closer and closer, Tech's bandaged hands squeezed around the yoke reflexively. He felt a trickle of nervousness sweep down his artificial spine.

Omega and Wrecker, looking battered, stared and leaned over the console with such enthusiasm, it was easy to forget what they had gone through to get here. What they had needed to fight for to make it back.

Hunter seemed to sense his anxiety, because he squeezed Tech's uninjured shoulder.

"S'okay, little one," He murmured, the term of endearment more frequently used now that he finally had his youngest brother home to hold. "We're right here."

Echo shooed their overly enthusiastic siblings away from the console, telling them to prep for landing– and make sure Crosshair wouldn't hide in the ship.

As Tech hesitated, he was given a sympathetic glance. "You also can't hide," He said softly. "But you won't need to– they're happy to have you back."

Tech wasn't sure how happy they would be once they saw him. What he had become, what he had done. His armour still clung too painfully tight to his skin, the helmet still felt attached to his aching jaw.

After so long of having it lock and stinging as it was held shut, open– and dare he try remember when he was still close enough to his brothers– caressed, Tech locking it himself was soothing in comparison.

The lengths he had needed to go to seemed so... pointless, if he couldn't even bring himself to enjoy the end result. He had his family back, his life, his home– why wasn't he happy? Why wasn't he thrusting the ship forward, hurtling down to where he knew everyone wanted to go?

He wanted to go home, too. Desperately.

He just- seemed to forget where it was. Had the coordinates wrong- everything felt wrong. His hands, his legs, his face his mind his eyes his skin oh stars his skin felt so hot and itchy and wrong—

He was jolted from him twisted mind when the landing gear engaged and they settled a bit shakily on Pabu's surface. Tech blinked, mind hazy and reality warped as he felt the soothing, warm rays of the sun on his skin.

When was the last time he had felt that?

Hunter squeezed him, turned him around in his chair. "I know this is a lot," He said, kneeling and putting his hand on Tech's arm, rubbing at the flesh there, hidden under armour. "But you're safe now. Here, with us, and.. and we'll heal. You'll be okay, Tech, I promise."

Nodding jerkily, Tech tried to pretend that he believed his brother. That he would walk out there, brave as always, and Hemlock's touch would be nothing more than a memory- rather than the oppressive, vivid phantom he felt, creeping up his spine, fingers gliding over him like a warning—

"Vodiʻka," Echo spoke now. "It's time to go."

Was it? Tech looked around again, out the port view. Omega, Wrecker and Hunter were already greeting Shep, Crosshair close by.

They looked happy. He didn't– couldn't find it in him to ruin that when he had caused so much of their suffering.

A hand smoothed through his hair. "I know," Echo whispered. "It's not easy, coming back. But you'll manage, you always do. And- I'm here, when you're ready to talk about it."

Talk about it.

Talk about Tantiss, about Hemlock. About... about what had happened to him.

Tech bit back a shiver at the thought. He couldn't imagine ever telling them what had really happened. They might not let him back in if he did.

"Let's go." Echo was pulling him, and before Tech could lose himself in the familiar haze- the comfort of do not move until he's done with you, just stay still until it's over, comply– Tech stood on the ramp, watching Pabu again.

He did not look through CX-2's lenses. Only his own.

He took a small breath, and paused. Fresh air. Tech subtlety gulped in another, greedy breath of Pabu's air. It felt so good- he had forgotten what it felt like.

He watched for a long time, wondering if any of this was his place anymore. Considering that he may be safer on the ship. At least there he could see through the rays. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe he should stay on the ship.

Maybe he should go back to Heml—

"Brown Eyes?"

Tech stilled, his whole brain shutting down again. It did that often, these days. Regressing and curling back into old routines he had used as a cadet to stay safe.

He looked up, eyes wide as he caught her eye across the courtyard.

"Phee."

She looked as beautiful as she had the night he left. She watched him, and his brother's shared a look, letting her past as she took an unsteady step towards him.

He wasn't... sure why he moved the way he had. It was similar to how he moved when he had first seen his brother's. Simply, he was overwhelmed and needed to know they were real.

So, Tech allowed his feet to carry him down the ramp, less than graciously, and he stumbled into a run as he barrelled towards Phee.

His first real connection outside their squad. Their conversations were just for them, their relationship was private- he hadn't needed to share, for once, and he loved it.

He loved her- who so kindly and fiercely lived and breathed to explore and protect what she valued. He felt warm just thinking he was on that list—

Was he- still on that list? His brain caught up to his body as he dared slow down in panic, because what if this was all just him and she would push him back, reject him like others had before? What if he truly was impossible to—

Phee crashed into him without warning, and Tech let out a choked sound as they toppled. The panicked cries of the others, the sting of his injuries against concrete was forgotten as he was enveloped, encased in Phee.

Her arms squeezed him so perfectly, just the right amount of pressure, to break his resolve and train of thought.

He hadn't even realised his arms were around her, that he was babbling, tears coming from somewhere he as heaved and sobbed into her shoulder.

He felt her tears stain him, too, as she wept and laughed into his shoulder. "I missed you," She ended up whining, smiling so wide her cheeks hurt. "You karking asshole- that's not what I meant when I said—"

Tech brightened, tears still falling with no sign of stopping. "I didn't run away with a pirate!" He interrupted, unsure of why he was so very proud of that little detail. "Just as you told me to."

Phee, still on top of him, such a comforting weight he found pulling closer to have for longer, laughed so brightly he believed his siblings earlier joy was enough to forget. He certainly could, if she kept laughing like that.

"Good job," She smiled down at him, and as she looked at him so lovingly, he finally felt as brave as he used to, and quickly leaned up, pressing an inexperienced kiss to her cheek before hugging her again.

"I– I missed you, as well," He admitted into her frozen shoulder. "More than I can say."

He felt her push him back. He paused, and in a moment of confusion, he felt his heart freeze and splinter. Of course it wouldn't be that simple- he had ruined her home, destroyed Pabu- why would he think he had any right to- to want comfort from someone he stole from?

He let out another, shakier sob, apology on the tip of his tongue as his jaw went slack, mouth open—

Only for her to catch his lips, kissing the apology away with a swipe of her tongue. "Better have," She whispered into his mouth. "Been waiting for you to do that, Brown Eyes, what took so long?"

His whole being flushed. "Ah-.." He said, floundering. Phee laughed again, sweet, and she helped them to their feet.

They stared at each other, her thumb caressing his cheek, and he leaned into the contact, the surge of adrenaline from.... everything seeping from him at her touch.

He slumped into her, completely spent. His knees knocked as his legs collapsed under him. He wished he had been given more warning as Phee let out a shout, holding him up suddenly.

He couldn't think to care- not when his brain melted under the sun and his body finally seemed to want to relax- to rest.

Stars, he needed to rest. He felt so tired..

"Tech–?!" Hunter's voice called, sharp with panic.

"M'okay," He mumbled over the gradual uptake of fear. His siblings settled, closing in around him. He felt safe, with them all there.

"Just..." He trailed off, a warm, wide smile gracing him. Maybe it was the safety he felt to feel, maybe it was the lack of sleep. His voice dropped to a whisper as he met his family's eyes over Phee's steady shoulder.

"Just... happy I'm home."

tech lives shut up. he said so himself from my attic.

[eatyourmaker]

Oooo wait wait!!

Since you've drawn Gregor and Ignacio meeting/interacting when they were younger adults, what about them meeting as kids?

OKAY

Since I'm still awake I'll post this now—

What I MEANT to type on my last post was—

These two would've been best friends omg

Gregor was a mild mannered and tidy boy, and Ignacio was messy and adventurous. They're opposites, but since they're alike in the sense that they stand out (Gregor was considered "girlish" and Ignacio was seen as "unladylike") so they'd bond over that

Despite their differences, they'd have fun hanging out with one another.

They're kids. So even if something was out of their comfort zone, they'd try it if it sounded fun

Gregor would set up tea parties. Ignacio being the menace he is would set up elaborate plots involving betrayal and murder amongst the stuffed animals and dolls. They would both be in hysterics over this.

Ignacio would take Gregor out to the woods to adventure. Playing pretend with sticks, splashing in mud puddles, and jumping across a creek stop rocks.

They're so wholesome.

Best friends for life

[luna-has-some-thoughts]

Pt2Danny Accidentally becomes the Ghost king, the president and the biggest threat to Bruce's social status.

Pt 1 link:

Part 2 Danny becomes the president.

Amity Parkers are the most adaptable people in the world. They're barely fazed by anything.

If you throw them into a situation that they are very unfamiliar with, it'll only take them five minutes to adjust before they start planning on how to live with this situation.

The Amity Parker mindset is: "Oh, I guess this is happening now."

So when the ghosts start attacking? The Amity Parkers immediately look for ways to avoid and protect themselves from the ghosts, not even questioning why ghosts are real. The only thing they think about is, "Damn, there's a ghost. I hope it doesn't attack the theater; I really want to see that movie."

When Phantom had his debut as a hero? The Amity Parkers started looking for ways to help, ways to keep out of his way (some to try and keep him away). The thought running through their minds was, "So this one is trying to protect us? Guess we have a hero now."

Amity Parkers don't spend their time getting mad at the sudden change of routine, the sudden loss of normalcy, or the broken buildings. Amity Parkers don't ask why and how ghosts are real, don't question if all ghosts are evil or if there are some good ghosts, and don't even think of how to get rid of them completely (they're part of the community now). They only look for ways to keep themselves from getting overshadowed. They definitely don't spend time thinking if the ghosts could bring more danger in the future or looking for more information for possible contingency plans. They aren't Batman; they believe that if the present is good, then the future will be better.

Point is, Amity Parkers are resilient and adaptable. They will take everything in stride and focus on the present. So what if some ghosts attack and block the street? They need to get to work, so they'll just drive around it.

After the whole Pariah Dark thing, they become liminal, gaining some form of super strength and glowing eyes (symptoms vary based on how strong the radiation on a person is). A normal human would think, "OH MY GOD, I'M DYING!" The Amity Parkers went, "Oh, cool, this is cool, but now I'm having a problem with opening doors without breaking the knob. Maybe the Fentons could do something about it, make stronger knobs or something."

When some babies started gaining some inhuman features? Some start floating? (Sharper ears, fangs. Babies adapt to things faster, so they get more ecto radiation.) The Amity parents went, "Is there a way to keep my child on the ground without leashing them like a dog?" Then proceeded to make a help blog for other Amity parents dealing with the same things.

So when the ghosts start becoming more of the community rather than enemies, the Amity Parkers just shrugged and asked for a book of ghost customs so they don't accidentally offend them.

When the Fentons started making ghost and human-safe items, no one even questioned why Danny had so much money and was funding his parents' research.

When Danny's name was almost (if not) in everything and he seemed to own most of the town, no one questioned it.

But everything changed when the GIW came again. Even the Amity Parkers weren't expecting this change.

The GIW waltzed in, claiming the liminal town was theirs to play with and started attacking everyone, including the Amity Parkers. The Amity Parkers went full defense mode, protecting the ghosts that were now their friends/neighbors/lovers, making sure that nothing would harm them.

They learned that it was Vlad who called on the GIW. He was pissed and petty that the crown was taken from him and decided to report his liminal town, pretending to be a "concerned mayor" who "wants his people to be healed."

The Amity Parkers were mad... they were furious.

And in the moment they saw Phantom fall to the ground, unconscious, and watched him de-transform from the hero King Phantom to the kid that owns and funds the most helpful companies in town, something changed. Something in the Amity Parkers changed.

Keep in mind that Amity Parkers don't change; they remain the same as they adapt to whatever change the world throws at them.

NEVER ONCE HAD THE AMITY PARKERS DECIDED TO MAKE A CHANGE THEMSELVES.

The first thing they changed? Their mentality. NEVER AGAIN WERE THEY GOING TO LET OUTSIDE FACTORS CHANGE THEIR LIVES. THIS IS THEIR TOWN AND IT WILL STAY THAT WAY.

God help the GIW for being their first victims.

An angry town of liminals, ghosts, and borderline gods, who have access to the Fentons' very destructive and effective technology.

Vs.

The regular GIW humans with anti-ghost tech they stole from the Fentons and nothing against liminals.

The battle was a swift victory, destroying not only the GIW in town but also all of its branches (and Vlad) with almost no traces of them even existing in the first place.

The change didn't stop there, however.

The Amity Parkers banded together with Team Phantom and the Fentons (minus Danny, as he is healing and shouldn't know about their plans; the hero should rest) and took out some of that ghost king money that Danny's trying to get rid of. They crashed the UN meeting while kidnapping the president of America.

The Amity Parkers have decided that Amity Park is theirs; it belongs to the people and its heroes. But how is it supposed to be truly theirs if they have to follow the rules of the country that funded the GIW?

A couple of death threats, bribing, more death threats and more money bribing to make sure the anti ecto acts are gone and the League of Bitches (Phantom called the JL that, and the Amity Parkers decided it was true) doesn't know about it, and a couple of hours in the nightmare realm (courtesy of Fright Knight, who happily participated when he found out what happened), and Amity Park was now its own independent country.

They decided that Tucker was to be a main part of security, letting him put up another firewall like the GIW did to make sure no one knows about their country. They don't want the League of Bitches or any outsider in the King's Haunt. It's theirs now; it belongs to the Ghost King of Amity Park, outsiders be gone.

And when it came to deciding who would be leader? There was no hesitation as they wrote down:

Daniel "Danny Phantom" Fenton, King of the Infinite Realms, King and President of Amity Park.

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A couple of years later, Batman, finding hints of a "Lazarus pit" in Illinois, send Flash to look around for anything suspicious. Flash, hyper focused on following his gps, hits a wall, literally faceplants into it.He double checks his map, the wall wasn't supposed to be there. He goes around it, there no way in, no way out. He goes back to batman and reports.

Pt3 soon.

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Atomic Ask Bomb 3!!

We got a shorter one this time around! I hope everyone's evening is going well!

Content Warning: Long-ish, Discussions of Ableism + Queerphobia, Weird Cronus Moment™.

Same. I'd read a fanventure about that, I think.

Like, I don't personally believe WV would be allergic to being a mentor or something of a father figure, but I do have to wonder the level to which he was wigged out by the way that Dave and Karkat treat him, because Dave in particular imprints on him in a way that is... Kind of strange.

The later portions of Homestuck really baby WV. It's upsetting.

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Easy. The actual things wrong with them.

A lot of the discourse surrounding them is fabricated, or has such poor priorities it might as well be fabricated. Most critical conversations about them surrounds things people just made up over the course of years of mythologizing their #Problematicness.

For Example: Most of the discourse surrounding why Horuss had problematic writing had to do with how he was "Bad Otherkin Representation", when the real issue was the fact that Hussie was conflating Being Otherkin with having a Dissociative Disorder, and in turn saying both of them are the exact same level of Fake And Gay for the exact same reason, because to Hussie they were the same thing. To this day, people get startled every time I point out that Horuss is canonically a System despite him bringing it up just as regularly as he does being Therian. Those are totally wack priorities.

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...That's scary... I don't even have words...

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LOL. The Lost Weeaboos was a Grade A bit. Thank you Aranea, very cool.

Honestly, I don't even count Cronus as a "facade character", because it's not like he's making any efforts to hide jack shit. It's been... Interesting, watching several people refer to "his facade" lately, when, like... What are they talking about, honestly? He's pretty bold-faced about his whole deal. This isn't really a Dave situation where you could be capable of falling for it when you're younger, because Cronus couldn't be doing a worse job at "hiding" how awful he is. He's not even trying, because he knows he can get away with it. What are the other Alphas gonna do? Leave?

Hope you're having a good time!! The Alpha Trolls may be a Trash Heap, but they are my Trash Heap.

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There comes a point where it's almost comedic how unaware people are of it... Like, what do you mean you know he's a Horse Therian but not that he's a System? He literally calls himself the Host of a System and talks about Switching. IN THOSE TERMS. He's not even obfuscating it by using some esoteric Troll terminology, he is LITERALLY using the words "Host", "System", and "Switching".

It's painful. I know this is a moment befitting of an XKCD comic, but... Jeez. You'd think these things would both be on the same level of common knowledge, considering how they're traits that are directly related to each other and given equal amounts of screen time, but nope!

Unfortunately, it is a situation where this is relevant. Sad!

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All characters will become AroSpec and/or ASpec with the help of my Beam Attack.

... Except for Cronus. It's just not funny when it's him. Due to The Themes. It's not fun to headcanon a character as any minority when a huge part of their character is that they pretend to be minorities for Pity Points to eventually cash in for Sex. Ew. Making him literally anything other than Just Cronus plays directly into so many vile Queer stereotypes it's insane. Those are stereotypes that have gotten people actually genuinely killed. Just... Ew. Gross.

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᭄ꦿ gender neutral, mommy kink, pet play & edging

— I didn't proofread, I was just having fun writing my silly thoughts ᡣ𐭩

Just before they leave after an entire weekend with me, I hold their wrist to stop them. The confused stare flashing across their eyes is so sweet when I slip a small envelope inside their pocket. Be a good puppy and only open it when you get home.

A soft whimper after I pretend I’m going to kiss their lips - but kiss their chin instead - would almost make me drag them back inside. I can barely resist when they behave so needy near me.

But I can’t wait for them to see what’s inside. They have to go.

It’s a bit heavy, and their curiosity sparks the moment they are told they’re not supposed to open it. Their need to obey overcomes it, though. The way I whispered how good they were for me over the weekend is etched in their mind, a memory to visit the next time I’m not with them and they need to take care of the ache between their legs.

And I adore them so much that there’s something inside that envelope that will help!!

The first thing they notice is the polaroid, a picture of my tits that I told them to take. It’s embarrassing how it immediately elicits a reaction, they are my desperate perfect slut and I love it. It’s so good to know I have them wrapped around my fingers like that.

The second thing is a letter, sprayed with my favorite perfume. They recognize it immediately; it’s been wrapped around them for the past two days and still lingers on their shirt from our last hug.

The paper is a handwritten piece of everything I still want to do with them, by the end they are a leaky mess, staining their underwear, and chewing their bottom lip.

In the last line I tell them to make a video call to me, which they are more than eager to do. However, before they do it, they remember the weight of the envelope and soon enough they find a small pendant with my initials engraved.

They immediately know where that's supposed to go, their collar.

I don’t think they would ever forget they belong to me but they look so beautiful with me all over them, bite and lipstick marks included. Not to mention their glistening chin after they are done pleasuring mommy.

They call me and I ask them if they liked the surprise. I don’t quite believe their words when they say yes, they’ll need to show me just how much.

Take off your clothes for me, love. And don't forget to put on your collar.

You are so beautiful, I shouldn’t have let you leave so soon.

Do you still remember how it felt when mommy stood behind you and held you against my chest while my fingers were working to turn you into a whimpering, quivering slut?

I want you to do the same now, let me see you and hear those pretty sounds again. What was it? It feels better when I do it?

I know, baby, but just staring at you feels so good. Keep touching yourself for me.

The pendant hanging from the collar makes small noises every time they buck their hips against their own hand, and I continue cooing praises and telling my darling toy how gorgeous they look all needy for me.

I’m not even there and you are whining urgent “please, please, please”; it’s charmingly pathetic.

Oh, you’ve been such a good puppy! Here, let me show you how wet this little display made mommy.

Wait, wait. Stop.

Their breath hitching and eyes widening only makes me giggle. It’s been lovely, sweetheart, but mommy wants you to stop. Move that hand away. That’s right.

They're a mess, desperate to cum, and still listen to me. Reluctantly, they do exactly what I asked while I watch the rise and fall of their chest, their skin glowing with a thin layer of sweat, and their red bottom lip from how much they bit it trying to be quiet.

What a sight.

Mommy's so proud of my dear puppy. There's no reason to look at me like that, baby. I'm on my way to finish what I started (I'm obsessed with them)

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Long post to say that my period affects my mood so I won't be replying so fast and probably won't be very active ᥫ᭡

[allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover]

Dating Loki Headcanons

As a Midgardian...

Loki is cold, cruel and cunning. He pretends that he doesn't like anyone and is emotionless, and he was the same with you too.

But as he got to know you, he fell for you.

You had been in love with the God of Mischief for ages and finally worked up the courage to ask him out.

Loki agreed to go on a date with you.

In the beginning of your relationship, he was closed-off and cold but later, he would talk to you about everything.

Expect pranks and jokes at all times, but he'd do nothing that can actually harm you.

He loves shopping for clothes and shoes for you. They're always the expensive ones, something which you by yourself would never even think of buying.

But they're all green. He loves it when you're studded in his colour, and makes a face when you refuse to wear green.

Loki has a calm, soothing voice and loves to read to you before bed. You love hearing his voice before falling asleep on his chest.

He often has nightmares, and whenever he does have them, he wakes up silently but covered in cold sweat. He doesn't want to disturb you, but you wake up anyway and always comfort him, not wanting him to feel like he's alone.

Whenever you have nightmares, he'll hold you tight against himself and start humming a song for you to calm you down.

He's afraid to get physical with you or do any physical activity with you really. He thinks he'll hurt you, and though you insist that you're stronger than what he thinks, he's still very careful.

But he will find other ways to show you that he loves you.

If anyone tries to hurt you, they're done. They'll find themselves stabbed to death.

He doesn't understand why you're so worried about money. It's a fickle concept to him.

Loki loves to watch you cook. You're good at cooking -and if you weren't- he'd still watch you. Because you doing anything at all is interesting to him.

He's extremely possessive. At public events, he'd always have an arm around you or he'd be holding your hand. He'd also insist that you wear green so that people know you're his.

Loki's not one-sided. He stays away from women who are interested in him romantically - or anyone who can cause problems in your relationship - but if someone does try to flirt with him, he rejects them politely and if they still don't listen, he kisses you in front of everyone, to tell them who he belongs to.

Loki's afraid of hurting you, but more than that, he's afraid of scaring you. That's the reason why he has never shown his frost giant form to you.

Eventually, you insisted and he revealed his true form. You were a little scared but mostly stared in wonder because the patterns and texture of his blue skin were beautiful.

You love playing with Loki's hair, and he tries to show you that he hates it, but on the inside, he loves it.

Your friends and the Avengers have tried to warn you about Loki, thinking that he'd hurt you. But after seeing that he loves you, they backed off.

Loki knows what other people think of him, many still don't trust him, while some outright hate him, but he could care less. He only cares about your opinion.

Loki only seems perfect, and even when he's a god, he's like a human. You love him for his imperfections, and wouldn't want anyone else in his place.

[blackflash9]

How AC3 Depicted the Minority Struggle

A common theme throughout AC3 comes from its iteration of the Templars - The Colonial Rite. The narrative was a lot more charitable and sympathetic to the Templar ideology - so much to the point that you'll often get some of those in the community who have become utterly convinced by their rhetoric to the extent that they've been deceived into believing that they were noble and righteous all along despite evidence to the contrary. Do you know who isn't convinced by them? Connor. The protagonist whom some still pretend was some bubbling deer-in-the-headlights who couldn't comprehend how "right" they were. In fact, Connor didn't think any target he killed was right. He even explicitly questions and poses counterarguments. And how do they respond? They just... call him naive instead of properly answering him. Johnson was killing the Natives who opposed him acquiring their land. His argument was that he could protect the Natives when the British or the Colonists came for them. But when Natives ask him if he is really concerned about their protection then he should give them muskets. To which he replies "War is not the answer". Easy for him to say, he wasn't getting driven off of his land. Not taking up for the Patriots, mind you, because they were honestly no different when it came to Native Americans, but Pitcairn's idea of peace was "better we hold the strings than another". When Connor questions that logic, he gets told he's being naive. Hickey? He brags about how Haytham and Connor are chasing lofty goals while his only goals were tits and gold.

Church was chased down by both Haytham and Connor for stealing supplies from the Continental Army. He was a just greedy hedonist who was trying to justify his actions. Connor counters every point Haytham makes while fighting him at Fort George. Sure, he thought if they helped the patriots they'll probably be on their side (but if Juno was right, the Templars were gonna seize his village's land anyway so there was no way he'd have been able to rescue his people), when Connor asks Haytham what makes Templars so special that they know how everything should be, all Haytham offers are excuses.

And he was in no delusion as to what the Patriots are. He points out Sam Adams' hypocrisy of fighting for freedom while owning a slave, he tells off the Sons of Liberty that they mistake him for one of their own before Achilles mentions Pitcairn. He thought Washington was a good guy before he learned he burnt his village, but in Forsaken Haytham lets go of the grudge he held against Washington because he came to see him as a great leader and better tempered than Charles Lee. So it's not like Connor was completely naive as everyone portrays him to be.

Everyone dismisses Connor as this naive kid who doesn't know "how the world works", but no one seems to give a convincing answer to the questions Connor asks. Whenever he asks the people in power (or who seek power, like the Templars) what makes them so special that everyone should obey them, they don't have an answer either. What Connor goes through in the game, is what every oppressed group has gone through. They're always told to wait, always told to liberate themselves at the convenience of their oppressors, their grievances are used as bait by those who seek power but they'll forget the same oppressed people who helped them the second they attain power. But their liberation never comes. The only people who can truly liberate are themselves. That's what the deleted monologue was about. His Creed.

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☆༉ — CHRIS STURNIOLO. The Unwritten Rule.

about. Everyone knows the rule, don't fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend.

author's note. This is the chapter 5, I hope it sounds interesting to you. My first language is not English, you will read this under this warning. masterlis!

My parents agree that I go with Anna, although my father reminds me to come home for dinner.

"Well, you don't have to," Mom says, but I know how much it means to this cooking thing.

"I'll come, before dinner."

She sighs. "Okay, I want to try my pizza recipe one more time. You don���t care, do you?"

I shake my head, because even though bread and pizza don't sound like a good diet, it's pretty hard to say no to pizza, which is, essentially, several layers on top.

Anna's house is being cleaned when we get there, and she stops and talks to the two women doing it, they're in the kitchen, scrubbing.

"I thought you were going to Rob's soccer game," she tells one of them, who shakes her head. "Our car broke down again, so…" and he shrugs. The other, who is older and has hair that has been bleached, with thick black eyebrows that are most obvious since she has bangs that fall to meet them. "Thanks for the other day."

Anna shakes her head. "Was nothing. My mother... Have you seen her?"

The one with the dark eyebrows shakes her head. “I heard it though. It's been upstairs since we arrived." Anna turns to me.

"let's get ready."

"So, how did you do it?" I ask her as we go straight to her room, and she looks at me over her shoulder.

"What are you taking about?"

"The woman in the kitchen thanked you."

Anna shakes her hand, telling me. "What, Mabel? I just took her and her mother to the doctor the other afternoon."

"That was nice of you," I say, and Anna shrugs.

"It is not a big thing. I didn't want to do homework and I really wanted a cheeseburger, so it's not like I was going out anyway.”

That's classic Anna. She will do something nice and then pretend that she did it because she had something to do, and the nice thing just happened. We became friends because of that, in fact.

In elementary school, my best friend was Brittany, who told me we were best friends on the first day of school and hit someone's front tooth with a ball "by accident" afterwards. I was afraid of her, that she liked Brittany because it meant she could tell me what to do all the time, which she did.

But when I had been in elementary school for a month, I had gone to the doctor twice, once because he got a piece of foam up my nose. Because Brittany had told me to do it, and the other one because something had stuck to my order. Again, foam and Brittany, and I was waking up every morning with a stomach ache.

I had gone to class one day, shivering a little as I waited for Brittany to find me, and Anna came toward me.

"I lost my pencil, it has a little star on it. Can you help me look for it?"

"No," Brittany said, coming towards us, and Anna didn't even look at her, she just smiled at me and spoke to me again. "Please?"

I turned, because of course I wanted to help Anna find her pencil. She was pretty. Everyone wanted to play with her. And he never made anyone foam up their nose. Or the ears.

"No!" Brittany said again, very loudly this time, and gave me an I'm going to hit you look.

"You have to do it," Anna spoke to me, and finally looked at Brittany. "Miss London told me when I asked her."

"No, he didn't," Brittany accused.

"Go ask her" Brittany frowned, looking towards the teacher, who she didn't like very much.

"A pencil with a star on it is stupid, like you," Brittany blurted out with a cocky smile.

"Come on," Anna spoke to me, as if Brittany hadn't said a single word, and when I followed her to get the pencil, she whispered to me that she actually had a spare one, and if I wanted it. I turned around, and she spoke again. "Will you sit next to me during history class?" In that moment, I never had to listen to Brittany again.

She was now free, and Anna was the only one who had made it so. She saved me once, when we were in fifth grade, I asked him why he had come to me that day. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Because Brittany was so mean to you! And I had a pencil to get rid of, remember?"

I had turned and looked at Anna's dress, where I knew she kept the most important things, and I saw the pencil with the little star on it with a little stuffed cat that her father had given her. I loved her so much then, and I still have my little star pencil at home, tucked in a drawer of my desk.

"And good?" I look at my friend. To the girl who was nice to me because she saw that I needed someone to help me. To the person who knows me so well and has been a big part of my life that dating other people has never seemed important or even necessary.

He smiled at her and she pointed to her neck. "You see it?"

"No," I reply, because she's figured out how to delete it. "It's gone."

And it's true, not just because of the makeup, but because I won't think about it again. I won't think about kissing Chris again either. I will be a true best friend again.

“Okay," she turns toward the door, waiting, and I see her swallow. "We better get going."

Her mother is not downstairs, and the cleaning people, who are now gathering their things and preparing to leave, tell Anna that she is outside.

"You look well."

The girl with dark eyebrows also joins in. "He's right, you look beautiful."

“Thank you," Anna responds. "Do you have everything?"

The girl nods.

"Great. I regret last time, if I had enough money..." he looks at me. "I’m really sorry that my mom was so busy at work that she couldn’t answer my calls."

"Don't worry about it, darling," the woman with dark eyebrows spoke to her. "You're not supposed to pay us. Shall we see you next week?"

Anna turns around and then heads to the deck behind her house, opening the glass door that leads to it. I follow her and take a look as she walks into the sunlight.

Anna's mother is standing on the deck, carefully inspecting her suit, smoothing out the sleeves of the black silk blouse she is wearing.

"I don't think the dry cleaners ironed these correctly. These cuffs don't look stained at all to me. Do they look ironed to you, Anna?"

"They look great. You look great," my friend responded, and her mother shrugs and looks at her feet.

"And what about my shoes? I bought them yesterday and they looked fantastic in the store, the saleswoman said they were made for my feet, but now I'm thinking they may be too pointy. I don't want my feet to look pointy."

"They don't look like that, Mom," he sighs. "You really look great. Where are we going to meet dad?"

"Uhm?" Now he finally looks at his daughter. "Oh Anna, I told you not to use that color eye shadow. It makes you look tired.”

"I'm sorry," he clears his throat. "Where are we going to meet dad?"

"If he comes, we will see him in the cafeteria."

"If he comes?"

"Well, I had to call the lawyer again," explains Anna's mother. "Your dad is behind on his child support payment again, it doesn't matter that he is raising you, in addition to the increase in work and he doesn't have time to remember his responsibilities."

"Oh” she blurted out. "I'll call him to see if he's coming."

"I might have to go to work later, because things are crazy there, as always, and I have a ton of things to finish before the meeting next week. Call me if he comes and I... Well, we'll meet you there because he and I need to talk and he'll invade me, like always, unless I'm with you." She kisses Anna's cheek before walking past me towards the house.

Anna looks out at the yard, her back very tense, and I know she's trying not to cry. I know he needs a minute, because he always needs a minute after talking to his mother. Just being around his mother makes me miserable. I don't know how Anna will handle it. I look back and inside her house, I see her mother reverse her car into the garage and drive away.

"I better call my dad" Anna spoke a few minutes later, her voice was dull, her eyes did not meet mine.

"Alright."

So we headed inside, to the kitchen. Anna calls her dad as I sit at the kitchen table. The conversation is quite short.

"Hello, I'm Anna. Is my father there? Oh. Did you leave a number? No? Okay, thank you. What? No, I am fine Thank you. Tell my dad he shouldn't make you work on weekends! Bye bye!" He hangs up the phone and moves his fingers along the kitchen counter.

"He's busy," he says after a few minutes. "He's showing a lot of house today, his secretary says it was a last minute thing" he looks at me. "I bet you anything they'll end up going to court again."

"Oh, Anna" I approach her to give her a hug. "I'm sorry."

"Me too," she sighs frustrated. "It's happening that the only time I see my father is when my mother makes me go to court so she can show the judge that she is raising a teenager on her own and is not getting anywhere near the amount of money she should."

"You could go look for it," I propose, and she shakes her head.

"If he wanted to see me, he would" he looks away. "Can we go back to your house?"

"Sure" I know how Anna endures life with her mother. How he endures never seeing his father. You have no choice.

Back at my house, Anna helps my mother examine the serving trays again and I watch them, to my mother asking Anna about school and Chris, Anna beaming with attention.

"Well, it will be eight weeks soon" he spoke. "That's the longest I've been dating anyone. Let’s do a two-month anniversary!”

"He seems very nice," my mom comments, carefully inspecting another tray.

"It is," he says. "The day after we first talked, he actually followed me here and called me. Isn't that sweet?"

I swallow and look at my hands. They are turned into fists on the table, he forced me to relax them.

"It's lovely," my mother smiles. "Adi, what are you doing tonight?"

"Homework."

"You can't do your homework alone on a Saturday night." Anna intervened. "You can hang out with me and Chris."

No, no, no.

"Okay, because every date needs three people," he spoke sarcastically.

"We're just going to do homework at my house," my friend confesses while looking at my mother. "I swear, Chris studies even more than Ada. Sometimes when I'm around them I can feel myself getting smarter. So, I really need her around me all the time, right?"

"Well, I think you're already very smart," my mother answers, and Anna smiles at her with an intense shine, so happy.

"Oh really?"

"Of course, but if you want Adi to go with you, that's fine with me and thank you for helping me with the inspection of all the trays.”

"I like doing things like this" Anna smirks at me. "You see? Your mom wants you to come" he stands up and pulls my arm to make me stand up. "Let's go up to your room. I need to fix my eye shadow and stuff.”

"Okay, why do you want me around again when you're supposed to be with Chris?" he asked her once we got to my room and she borrowed some eyeshadows from my mom.

"I just thought it would be fun for us to hang out like we did last night."

"But we didn't really hang out last night," I frowned. "We went to a party" I try not to look indecently at her neck. I try not to think about any of that.

"We did more than just hang out. We watched a movie first, remember? And it's not like you haven't hung out with us before. You even came bowling with us on our first date. Well, it's not our first official date, but you know, you were there.

"Everyone was there, Anna. It was the school's founding party. Even my parents were there!"

I remember that night. I remember how Anna had come with us because her mother was working late, as always, and that's why she, my parents and I had been bowling. My parents even played pretty well, for them, and then Chris had come and said hello.

"Hey, Ada, Anna," he greeted. "How's that going?"

"Fine," I murmured, remembering the party we'd been at last night. How he had talked to me and then left with Anna. Like she had called my house that morning and I had thought for a crazy second that she had called to talk to me, but then when Anna heard me say "Chris?" He had grabbed my arm, smiling openly.

“Ada, he called me here! Even after I just mentioned in passing that I would probably see you today. He totally likes me.”

"Wait, Anna's here" and I passed the phone to her, plastering a smile on my face when Anna had laughed.

"Well, maybe I'll see you tonight at the bowling place" and he spun around in a circle and then ended the call. "Everything looks so much better all of a sudden." notice how Chris blushes at Anna's words.

"Oh, thank you," he replied, as he stood up and pretended he wanted to watch my mother try not to land her ball in the gutter.

I had ended up spending most of the night practically glued to my parents, pretending I didn't see Anna and Chris talking just a few steps away from me.

Chris had tried to act like he wasn't just there for Anna, which was nice of him, but her silly questions of "How are you? Are you having a good time? Did you have a good time last night? I'm sorry we couldn't talk more, which wasn't a question and was just him being nice since he ended up leaving with Anna as soon as she had arrived and I had him. Was all he asked, as if Anna was so self-conscious that she couldn't think of anything to say but the same thing over and over again.

Finally, Anna spoke up. "Uh-oh, see how Ada's face is all scowled, Chris? She only looks like that when she's upset. Ada, is she ruining your bowling concentration?"

"Oh" Chris muttered. "I didn't mean to, I mean, I was obviously talking, but I didn't mean to bother you."

"I'm fine," I replied. I tried to be as careful as I could, and I saw Anna whisper something in Chris's ear.

Chris was very red, but then he looked at Anna. She smiled at him, her smile was for him, and when they left a few minutes later, I pretended to be fine. I had automatically hugged her, but I didn't hear what she whispered. I couldn't bear to listen to it.

He had pretended not to take Chris's arm and walk away with him.

I cried because of what it felt like that night, the next day Anna told me what happened.

I had sat there, listening to her talk about Chris until I was sure she was a thousand years older and the universe was on the brink of death, but it had only been an hour. Just a little hour, and when Anna left to get ready to meet Chris, who was going out with her for pizza, "Just him and me!" I curled up in my bed and waited so I could cry again.

I never did it. I was too sad for tears, hurt in a deep, nameless way that made me feel ashamed, Anna was my best friend, and angry, I had talked to the first one! Why hadn't he wanted to continue talking to me? Why? And in the end, I just walked away from everything.

"Hey, you have to get ready to go out," Anna spoke to me. "Oh! You should wear your purple shirt. It looks good on you."

"I really don't think I should go" I sit on my bed. "Last night was weird enough and..."

"Weird? Why was it weird? Do Chris and I seem weird? Does he seem weird?"

"No" she's paranoid.

"Something was weird, I know," he sighs. "Your face is all stiff and I know what that means. Are you sure he didn't tell you anything about me?"

"Does that really matter?" raise your voice "I mean, hey, it's not like you were thinking about him all night, Anna. You were with Mike, remember?"

"I wasn't with him," he says, his voice high-pitched. "It was just, you know how things happen sometimes, right?" He walks away from the sideboard and sits next to me. "Ok, You may not know, but if you were dancing with a really cute guy and he was telling you how great you were, wouldn't you like it?"

Part of me wanted to scream, "No, I wouldn't! Because I'd be happy with Chris!" But another part of me knew exactly what he was talking about. Remember how you wanted things you shouldn't do last night. Like I did things I shouldn't have done last night.

"I might like it," he murmured, and she sighed, resting her head on my shoulder.

"It's not Chris who's being weird," he still kept his head on my shoulder. "Well, yes it is, but it's okay. Yesterday, he told me he wanted to talk at school, and I know what that means. Before and I just... I'm the one who says I want to talk." He sits up, leaving my shoulder. "He can't break up with me, Ada. I like him and I don't want it to end yet. That's why you have to come tonight. If you're there, the two of us can't. I'm going to let him see how great we are, and then everything will be fine.

"But..." Could he be right? Could Chris want to break up with her? Anna had never lost a guy until she wanted him gone.

"So you're coming tonight? Please, please, please" Anna asks. The one who is always perfect and who always knows what to do, has some tears in her eyes. I nod and he hugs me. "Thanks, all you have to do is hang out with us, and that's not much, right? Besides, it's not like you have anything to do anyway."

"True" thanks for reminding me that I don't have a social life.

"Hey, don't say it like that. You just need a guy who likes you and it'll happen. You'll see," she fanned her long mascara-laden eyelashes at me. "What does the eyeshadow look like?"

"Wonderful" I reply, I stand up to look at myself in the reflection of the mirror. "And what about me? How do I look?"

"Like Ada" stands behind me, hugging me and smiling at our reflection. "Like my best friend."

Not wonderful, not even pretty. I see myself as myself, whatever that means.

I know what it means, and it's not good. Ordinary and boring.

Alone.

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[ashen-char]

dating river hcs (pt 2!)

ship: river (all souls) x gender neutral reader

warnings: bit of swearin

notes: since the last one was so focused on river as a mom and how you slot into her little family, enjoy some more general hcs about your relationship. requested here

✦ river hates grand gestures. she just doesn't know how to deal with them, she's not really a romantic

✧ the tiny things you do always surprise and elate her though

✧ a simple handwritten note, a surprise cup of coffee, buying snacks or Monster for her without being asked

✧ she likes that you think of her when you're out, though she does tease you for being so fucking cheesy

✦ if you asked, river would say she loves your sense of humour

✧ the fact that you can make her smile on the toughest days is why she just couldn't help falling for you

✦ protective

✧ if anyone messes with you, they'd better watch out because river would deck a motherfucker for ya

✦ river initiates physical affection surprisingly often

✧ despite her tough, 'i don't need anyone' exterior, river craves physical closeness and intimacy with you

✧ she likes to use touch as a way to express her care in a tangible way

✧ sometimes she just needs a hug to recharge after a bad day

✧ you can feel river smiling into your kiss. she thinks you can't hear it but you always catch a little "god i love you"

✦ river always sings. you wonder if she notices she does it so often

✧ usually it's a lullaby, but occasionally you'll catch river vibing to some top 40 even though she swears she doesn't listen to it

✦ with her never being in a proper relationship, she always prefaces whatever she does for you with a "ok so i didn't know what to do but"

✧ and yet everything she's attempted has been the best ever!

✦ river doesn't do a lot for herself! anything extra in her paycheck (i.e. whatever didn't need to be put towards bills or the week's groceries) she used to buy toys and clothes for her daughter

✧ so you were surprised when river took some of her hard-earned cash to give you gifts too

✧ river struggles to accept thanks for 'em, even when they're so sweet and thoughtful and river clearly put a lot of effort into getting things she knew you needed or would love

✧ river hides her smile and stuffs her hands into her hoodie, shrugging. "yeah whatever, don't say i never do anything for ya"

✧ and she is AWFUL at accepting compliments

✧ whatever she doesn't bat away with "you're just saying that", she'd go completely still and blush hard. she tends to brush them off or respond with a joke

✧ hates being called cute. don't try it.

✦ she lets you steal her hoodies

✧ when she noticed how much you love 'em, river even bought some just for you and pretended she was going to keep them

✧ she sprayed these with extra perfume so you can keep that river scent a little longer

✦ when she's out, she likes to take random pictures of things that remind her of you and you've never felt so seen

✦ with her busy schedule, river sets aside dedicated time to spend with you, free from distractions and interruptions, notifications from cops be damned

✦ river plans awesome dates. they're the perfect blend of fun and being able to talk and be together

✧ she shows you how to tag, showing you hidden spots where you can make beautiful art together

✧ she takes you to the tattoo parlour and lets you choose her next one. river swears she's tough but it hurts less when she's holding your hand, ok?

✧ she'll cook you home cooked meals. she asks you questions about what you loved to eat growing up, surprising you by already knowing how to cook it the next time you come over because she stayed up researching it

✧ she knows the best spots in the city and loves showing them to you. she knows the city like it's the back of her hand

✧ like making notes on her phone of what you'd enjoy, writing all her ideas about where to go next

✦ she was surprised when you slowed the relationship down and told her that you'd be ok with not sleeping together so soon

✧ river had this long lasting thought that people only liked her if she did stuff for them - be that favours for friends or spreading her legs

✧ so she couldn't understand how you claimed to like her without her 'doing anything' for you

✧ you had to very explicitly explain that her being around made you happy and that there was nothing else to it. she only understood when you asked her why she likes you, and river realised that there was no real reason either

✧ like, of course you two appreciate when you do things for each other. but those things should be done because you want to. because you care about each other. it's not the reverse - that people only care because they got something

✧ so you two waited before you got intimate. and every day that went by without affection having to escalate, river's trust that you wouldn't leave her built

✧ she doesn't completely get what you like about her. but river realises that she doesn't have to

✧ you like her, and she likes you, and that's all both of you need

✦ the fact that she has someone to depend on now means the world to her, and you know river would never take you for granted

[orange-demons]

congrats on getting into your dream school, i’m so happy for you !!

so i’m gonna take the chance to request ANYTHING for ed because i’m a total sucker for him 🥹 you can do whatever you’d like,, i just crave more ed x reader content ! sfw or nsfw is alright, just do whatever you want ^^

thank uuu! and of course my ed fans need to unite hand in hand. had to rewrite this 2 times because i wasn't happy with the first one and it was super short. I'll probably still publish it later tho...enojy :)

You and Ed were situated by the pool table, surrounded by a few of his friends. And the air had a tinge of beer as classic rock played from a jukebox perched in the corner.

It was one of those rare downtimes you all had, and you were just ballsy enough to challenge him for a round of billiards.

He outranked the people in his group, so you kinda had an idea of what you were up against.

Even if you barely knew how to play…Probably shouldn't have kept your money where your mouth was either.

“Hold on a sec.” Ed said, stepping closer to you. “Your stance is off.”

You straightened, turning to him. “What do you mean?”

“You need to balance your weight better.” he explained. “Right now, you’re too far back and it’s throwing off your aim.”

“Like this?” You asked, trying to mimic his earlier stance.

“Yeah, but lean in a bit more,” Ed moved behind you to adjust your posture. His hands were firm on your body, guiding you into the proper form. The feeling of his cold hands running down your lower back sent chills through you. “You need to get low and steady your aim.”

You hummed, trying to find a good angle to come in from.

“Alright, let’s see you make this shot.” He stepped back, giving you room to move. “Don't rush it. If you just smack it without putting any thought into it, you'll back yourself into a corner. And it'll be twice as hard to come back.”

You let out a deep breath and bent over, aligning your shot with the cue ball.

As you did, Ed couldn’t help but stare at you. Something was captivating about the way you moved, how you bit your lip when you were focused, and the curve of your body over the table.

He didn’t realize he was staring until a voice broke his thoughts.

“Enjoying the view?” Falke teased in a low voice, so only he could hear.

Of course Falke would be the one to catch him.

Ed blinked, tearing his eyes away from you as he felt the blush creeping up his face. “Just making sure they've got the right form.” he replied, a bit too defensively.

“Sure you were.” She said, nudging him with her elbow. “I’ve never seen you so focused on anyone’s form before.”

"You don't know what you're talking about." He said, taking a swig of his beer, but the hint of embarrassment on his cheeks said otherwise.

“You know, you’re not as tough as you like to pretend, Ed.” Falke shook her head.

“Keep it up. I’ll have you sparring against Y/n in my place.” He shot her a look.

Falke laughed, raising her hands. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave. Just try not to stare too much. You're gonna make them nervous.”

The words hung in the air as she watched as Ed turned to see your progress. Yup, still struggling. So she decided to remind him of something he's been avoiding for a while.

“It’s okay to let them in, you know.” She said picking up her drink.

Ed's gaze flickered to her, with his brow furrowing slightly. There was a mixture of protectiveness, fear, and a longing he wasn’t quite ready to confront.

“And what?” his voice was low. “Expose them to the shit we deal with?”

“They're strong, stronger than you think. And I know they can handle it.” She said, meeting his gaze evenly.

Ed’s jaw clenched, with a familiar sense of stubbornness rising in him. He wanted to keep you at a distance if things ever went south. But her words struck a chord, stirring something deep within him.

“That's the thing, they shouldn’t have to.” Ed sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Falke placed her free hand on his shoulder, to try and soothe him. “Maybe, but they're choosing to be with you. And keeping Y/n at arm's length won't protect them—it'll only push them away."

Ed's gaze softened as he glanced at you again, watching your tongue peeked out of your lips in concentration, finding the right angle to focus on.

He couldn’t deny the bits of truth in Falke’s words. You stood by him despite his attempts to push you away, and you always went out of your way to understand him, to break through the walls he had built around himself.

“They deserve better,” Ed muttered, his voice barely audible over the chatter of the pub.

“Maybe, but they think you’re worth it. And maybe it’s time that you started believing it too.” She replied, squeezing his shoulder.

You, being oblivious to the exchange, took your shot. The cue ball rolled across the felt table, striking against the striped one with a satisfying clack, before sending it into the pocket. You excitedly jumped up, with a grin spreading across your face. “I got it! Did you see that?” you yelled, looking at Ed.

“Yeah, I saw. Nice shot.” he said with a small smile. “You’re getting the hang of it.”

"Alright, your turn." you handed over the cue stick and you didn't miss the brush of his fingers against yours.

Ed approached the table and placed his glass down. He positioned himself as he lined his shot. You watched as he gripped the stick and quickly sank two balls, effectively ending the game when his set was gone from the table.

"And that's how it's done," he took his drink off the pool table and settled right next to you.

"Guess I have a lot to learn," You sheepishly laughed, before taking out your wallet. "Double or Nothing?"

"You're on." Ed smirked.