#sunset with a suit tho>>>

[its-elioo]

Fun fact!: this is my very first time drawing with a finger during a family trip, ha

Reference:

[aeribbon]

lunch or launch ? | rúben dias

summary; just you and your boyfriend soft launching your relationship until your bf hard launch one day out of boredom

pairing; rúben dias x influencer!reader

warnings; swearing ? english is still not my first language ahaha

an; didn't see a lot of content for one of my fav player like i never knew he was (i would say idk ?) underrated so here is a smau with loml rúben dias

fc; natasha aris

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[novastar-creations]

Raphadoodle! Mikey Leo Donnie

AU Mastapost

Design notes below the cut!

First of all, I STRUGGLED. Men are not my strong suit, beefy men especially. Like all the previous ones, the poses are references (and one of the fits teehee)

First of all, | STRUGGLED. Men are not my strong suit, beefy men especially. Like all the previous ones, the poses are references (and one of the fits teehee)

My man's defining (turtle form) features include: yellow-y eyes, snaggletooth. That gives me nothing to work with, which means I can make stuff up. Yippee! I gave him a similar nose to Leo be those two have CLEAR parallels and if it's not expressed in their design, l've failed as a creator (jk).

He has a scar where his mask rip is (and probably would have some over his eye post Krang) - I was debating giving him a patch or Band-Aid or smthn but decided against it. Raph chasm is present for presumable obvious reasons? He has yellow eyeliner and spiky star eyelashes (?) because that's something that alligator snapping turtles actually have! Firstly, the FACE. My man’s defining (turtle form) features include: yellow-y eyes, snaggletooth. That gives me nothing to work with, which means I can make stuff up. Yippee! I gave him a similar nose to Leo bc those two have CLEAR parallels and if it’s not expressed in their design, I’ve failed as a creator (jk). He has a scar where his mask rip is (and probably would have some over his eye post Krang) - I was debating giving him a patch or Band-Aid or smthn but decided against it. Raph chasm is prominent for presumable obvious reasons? He has yellow eyeliner and spiky star eyelashes (?) because that’s something that alligator snapping turtles actually have!

Wikipedia ⬆️⬆️ (definitely a reliable source Imao)

Gave him a durag because I was too tired for hair and it looks like his bandana. Sue me ig. Also, I HATTTEEEEEE rendering silkier fabrics, I shoulda just left it flat colours (or drawn hair instead of being lazy lol). I also see him wearing a durag in most of the human designs, and I think that imprinted on my brain lol. Don’t fix what ain’t broke ig

The durag usually is tied up in a big ol’ bow because he’s a sap (and everyone knows). Sometimes it’s not tho bc practicality (also I forgot but shushshhhh)

I gave him ripped sleeves and a hooded jumper to mimic the bulkiness and jaggedness of his shell, but I tucked it in because ultimately, he is square. Rounded square, but square.

He’s probably got the most yellow undertones of all his brothers, mostly because if I gave him a red undertone it’d just be so much, and I needed to break up the colour pallet somehow.

His shoes say boss and hoss on them respectively, because that's the exact kinda dumb funny l am tbh. Also, I really wanted to do just... massive bulky shoes but I can't draw shoes AUGGHHHHJHGHVDGH. I just gave him whatever the RotTMNT equivalent of converse is (foot shack probs made something).

He still has his wraps (mostly because his arms look weirdly blank without them). ALSO a binder bc transmasc Raph makes me happy (ik a lot of people headcanon him as transfem but this is my design. I can do what I want.)

I gave him a little bandage under his binder tbh he has a bandage on his shell lol

His jeans are super ripped bc he keeps doing stupid stuff (like falling off of waterfalls or martyring himself to save Leo of all people) and it damages them.

I modified the jacket he has in clothes don’t make the turtle to be spikier bc, once again, I wanted to mimic the bulkiness and jaggedness of his shell.

Ghost bear merch because even tho GB is kinda a jerk, Raphadoodle still loves him! It's like how Mikey still kinda admires Swaggart. Speaking of Mikey, the bracelets were made by Mikey - one for sunset duo, one for the Mad Dogs.

I need to stop drawing the ones with the shiny noses from the side, it looks too goofy.

Cyaaaaaaa <3

[studpanther1031]

Supermodel (I Still Choose You)

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This contains, LOTS of angst (not really im exaggerating) and fluff, cheater!riri, but it’s okay bc she grows n learns, oblivious!Shuri, she’s a bit of a dumbass but it’s gonna b okay, 18+ contains a bit of smut but ntm yk, I hope yall enjoy it tho !!!

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Tag list: @chivgf @inmyheadimobsessed @letitiawrightswifey

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Shuri always said love was a science.

That it could be predicted, understood, measured by moments and reactions. Riri had laughed the first time Shuri tried to explain attraction like a chemical equation, their fingers barely brushing as they sat side by side on a vibranium bench outside the Wakandan Design Group.

“Guess I’m just your favorite reaction, huh?” Riri teased, grinning.

Shuri rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed anyway. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re the anomaly I haven’t figured out yet.”

They were sweet like that. Witty. Brilliant. Riri, with her Chicago heart and unapologetic attitude. Shuri, royal and sharp, eyes always searching for a new problem to solve—until Riri had become one.

At first, it was bliss. They balanced each other. Mornings tangled in silk sheets. Lazy Wakandan sunsets. Riri building suits in Shuri’s lab, Shuri watching her with barely concealed awe. They laughed. Teased. Loved.

But then Shuri got busy.

Not in the way that annoys someone once or twice. She got Wakanda-busy. Diplomatic meetings. Tech upgrades. Council drama. Her brain never shut off. Even when they were together, she was somewhere else.

Riri noticed the shift when Shuri stopped texting back right away. When “I love you’s” turned into distracted nods. When date nights became postponed plans and last-minute cancellations. She wasn’t petty…not at first. She was understanding. Patient.

But patience has a limit. And loneliness has claws.

———

Riri met her at a tech summit in Nairobi. A girl named Asha. Smooth skin. Sharp tongue. She laughed at Riri’s jokes, asked about her arc reactor mod, leaned in a little too close when they walked down the hotel hallway.

One mistake.

One night.

The next morning, Riri didn’t feel strong. She felt hollow. Like something beautiful had cracked inside her.

———

Shuri didn’t find out right away. But Riri wasn’t good at hiding guilt. Her jokes stopped landing. She flinched when Shuri touched her. The distance that used to be one-sided became mutual.

It came out during an argument.

“You don’t even see me anymore!” Riri shouted, arms crossed, lip trembling.

“I have responsibilities—” Shuri began.

“I KNOW! But I’m not one of them anymore, am I?” Riri’s voice broke. “You don’t make time for me. You don’t ask how I am. I needed you, Shuri. And you weren’t there.”

Silence.

Shuri blinked, something fragile in her expression. “What are you saying?”

Riri’s voice was a whisper. “I cheated.”

The word was a bomb.

Time froze. Shuri’s face hardened. Her fingers curled into fists.

“You what?”

“One time. It didn’t mean anything—”

“But it meant enough,” Shuri snapped. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying! I was just—so alone. You made me feel invisible.”

“And so you decided to destroy us?”

Riri felt the tears come hot and fast. “You weren’t there! I wanted to hurt you, maybe. I don’t know. I didn’t want to feel worthless anymore.”

Shuri’s voice cracked. “You were never worthless.”

“But you made me feel like I was.”

Days passed.

Weeks.

They didn’t talk.

Shuri buried herself in work. Riri went back to MIT for a while, trying to focus, trying to forget the way Shuri’s voice had sounded when it broke. Every night she listened to Supermodel on a loop.

“I could be your supermodel if you’d believe, if you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me…”

She didn’t know if she wanted forgiveness or if she even deserved it.

When they saw each other again, it was because of a crisis—something small compared to what they’d been through. A security breach. Riri flew in to help, suit gleaming. Shuri barely looked at her at first.

But the silence between them wasn’t hate. It was pain.

After the work was done, Riri found her in the garden, staring at the stars. Just like that first night, before they’d ever kissed.

“I’m sorry,” Riri said, quietly.

“I know,” Shuri replied.

“I didn’t mean to ruin us.”

Shuri turned, eyes glossy. “I didn’t mean to neglect you.”

Riri sat beside her. “I missed you. Even when I was with her, I was thinking about you.”

“That hurts more than it helps,” Shuri said, but her voice wasn’t angry.

“I don’t want anyone else,” Riri whispered.

“I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t fight for us,” Shuri said. “But I also don’t want to be without you.”

Silence again.

But it felt different.

Riri reached out. Shuri didn’t move away.

“Do you still love me?” Riri asked.

Shuri nodded. “Too much.”

They sat there, knees touching, the air thick with all the things they hadn’t said.

“I don’t want perfect,” Riri murmured. “I just want real. Even if we mess up.”

Shuri finally looked at her. “Then be real with me. From now on.”

“I will.”

A long breath.

Shuri leaned in. Their foreheads pressed together. No kiss yet—just a shared warmth. A beginning again.

They didn’t go back to how things were.

They went forward.

Riri still had guilt. Shuri still had scars. But they chose to try again, every single day. Sweetheart moments returned, slow walks, late-night coding sessions, shared tea under starry skies. Shuri learned to make space. Riri learned to speak up before it was too late.

Sometimes love isn’t about the fairytale.

Sometimes it’s about choosing each other even after everything breaks.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s stronger than perfection.

———

Three weeks.

That’s how long it had been since they sat in the garden, forehead to forehead, hearts still cracked but open. Since they agreed to try.

It wasn’t a smooth road.

Healing never is.

Shuri started therapy.

She didn’t announce it with fanfare, didn’t tell anyone except her mother and Okoye. But something shifted after that. Her voice became more present. She stopped disappearing into her lab for 72-hour stretches. She answered texts, even if it was just a “thinking of you.”

Riri saw the effort.

She matched it.

Started journaling, writing all the things she never said out loud. Started walking away from people who made her feel less than. Said no to the parties that drained her and yes to solo nights with her own mind. She started seeing her reflection again—and not hating it.

The first time they hung out again, it was awkward.

A rooftop in Birnin Zana. Quiet. Cold tea between them.

Riri broke the silence. “I don’t want to pretend nothing happened.”

Shuri nodded. “We won’t. But we also don’t have to bleed forever.”

They made new rules. Not strict ones. Just small promises.

Talk when it’s hard.

Touch without asking only if it’s wanted.

Take time alone without guilt.

Tell the truth. Especially the ugly kind.

It was clumsy sometimes.

Riri still flinched when she felt too loved. Shuri still tensed when Riri’s phone lit up with a name she didn’t recognize.

But they didn’t run anymore.

The real makeup came on a rainy night, inside Shuri’s quarters. Lightning outside. Music low—some old Sade album spinning on vinyl.

Shuri lit candles.

Not because she wanted to be romantic. But because the lights flickered and she liked the warmth of real flame.

Riri was pacing. “You’re gonna think I’m soft for saying this…”

Shuri tilted her head. “Try me.”

Riri inhaled. “I’m scared. Like, I finally feel like I’m getting better, and that should be enough, right? But then I look at you, and I want everything back now. And it makes me panic.”

Shuri stepped closer. “You don’t need to rush the good parts. We’re already in them.”

Riri blinked. “You think this is a good part?”

“I think it’s the part where we choose each other even when it’s hard. That makes it good.”

Riri laughed, then cried a little. “Why do you always say the right thing?”

“Because I’ve said all the wrong ones before.”

———

They kissed.

Not like old times—wild and hungry.

This one was slow. Careful.

It tasted like forgiveness. Like breath held too long and finally released.

Shuri pulled back, her voice soft. “Do you still want me?”

Riri leaned her forehead into hers. “I never stopped. Even when I messed up. Especially then.”

There was a silence after that. A different kind. Heavy with permission.

Shuri reached out and softly caressed Riri’s face, her thumb brushing over her cheek like she was afraid the moment might vanish if she touched too hard. Riri’s eyes fluttered shut at the tenderness.

“I missed you like this,” Shuri whispered.

“Then show me,” Riri murmured, voice breathy.

They moved slowly—every kiss, every caress, deliberate. Riri let herself be guided backward until her spine met the edge of the bed. Shuri’s hands were warm, grounding. Reverent. Like she was memorizing her all over again.

No rush.

Just discovery.

Their clothes came off in layers, like secrets being shared one at a time. There was no shame, no hesitation. Just skin against skin, hearts syncing like they were meant to.

When Shuri kissed down her collarbone, Riri gasped, threading her fingers through her hair. “God, I forgot what it felt like… to be touched like I matter.”

“You always mattered,” Shuri said into her skin. “Even when I didn’t act like it.”

The night became slow fire—soft sighs and whispered promises. Fingers learning again. Mouths confessing things words hadn’t yet. Every movement said, I still choose you. Every moan, I want us.

And when they finally collapsed into each other, warm and quiet, there were no walls left between them.

Only peace.

Only breath.

Only love, real and raw and rebuilt.

———

Later, curled under Shuri’s silk sheets, Riri smiled into her chest. “So, what now?”

Shuri kissed her forehead. “Now we don’t start over. We keep going. Together.”

[primaviva]

PERSONAL HEATER

PAIRING: gwen stacy x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: it’s getting a little cold in queens, and gwen doesn’t mind being your personal heater. even tho her methods are… unique.

WARNINGS: soft makeout, rambling about gwens hands part ??? pretty much just fluff so enjoy.

the weather was transitioning into fall, bringing a noticeable chill to the air. you and gwen found yourselves perched atop a building, observing the sky as it transformed from a warm orange hue to a deep indigo during the sunset. the past week had been marked by relentless rain, causing flash floods and heavy downpours throughout the city. everyone was equipped with boots and oversized umbrellas, their clothes drenched from the constant showers.

don’t get it twisted, you love this type of weather. watching the rain out the window, getting comfy and cozy under a blanket watching a fall movie, and so on. but it did have its cons.

like for one, how cold it is.

but that didn’t stop you from enjoying the weather, and gwen knew that. and so, she sent you a text, telling you to be ready and that she was coming over. what you didn’t expect was for ghost-spider to be outside your window with a hand out for you.

and that’s how you ended up where you are now. gwen had taken you to one of her favorite high places in queens— a place she also knew you enjoyed which is why she loved to take you so many times. especially, during times like this where the weather was breathtaking in its own beautiful way.

as a gentle breeze sent shivers down your spine, goosebumps formed on your arms, causing your skin to grow cold. you instinctively rubbed your arms in an attempt to generate some warmth, catching gwen's attention.

"feeling cold?" gwen asked sweetly, noticing your discomfort. she gracefully slid her toned arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her. her hands began to rub your arms in a comforting motion, enveloping you in her soothing warmth. "you're freezing," she whispered against your skin, planting a tender kiss on your cheek. the touch of her lips sent a delightful tingling sensation through your body, contrasting with the chill in the air. "you shouldn't have dressed up in just a skirt and that sad excuse of a sweater."

your eyebrows furrowed, annoyance flickering in your gaze as you shot her a playful glare in response to her comment about your outfit.

"hey!" you quipped, turning your head to face her, ready to offer a witty retort. however, the raised eyebrow she flashed at you caused your irritation to melt away, replacing it with a giggle. "i wore this skirt for you, so i’m not tryna hear it," you playfully declared, turning your gaze forward and playfully tugging at your skirt. "but now, i'm starting to regret it. my legs feel like those icicles hanging from car mirrors."

as you leaned against gwen, you could feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against your back, her body pressed intimately against yours. the breeze outside was chilly but gwen's body was anything but.

a mischievous glint danced in gwen's eyes as she pulled you even closer, burying her face in your shoulder. "for me?" she asked, her voice laced with playfulness. "why would you even regret wearing that skirt? you look so pretty in it."

blushing, you instinctively covered your cheeks in an attempt to hide your flustered state.

"i know," you replied, a hint of newfound confidence in your voice, though your veins pulsed with nervous energy at her compliment. "but it doesn't make my legs any less cold."

gwen smiled to herself without offering a direct response. instead, she reached for the end of her white gloves, seamlessly blending with her spider suit, and pulled them down to the edge of her fingertips. you watched in awe as her hands, slightly larger than yours, were unveiled. you couldn't deny that her hands were a mesmerizing sight. the contrast in size between your hands due to your height difference fascinated you. you also found yourself captivated by the delicate web of visible veins and the gentle calluses on her fingers, which added a touch of personality and undeniable attractiveness. especially considering you were the girlfriend of a drummer.

"maybe i should warm them up," gwen winked, her gaze filled with a playful suggestion. she placed her hands on your legs, and your eyes widened as you felt the warmth of her palms against your skin. you were beginning to feel like a melting popsicle.

gwen's hands glided up and down your legs, generating heat through the gentle friction of her touch. each slow and tender stroke sent shivers down your spine, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the sensation of her calloused fingertips and the delightful stirrings they made you feel.

"that's... that's actually working," you mumbled, your gaze fixated on her hands as they caressed your thighs, leaving a trail of penetrating warmth with each stroke. "feels nice."

"it does?" gwen asked, genuine surprise evident in her voice. she made no effort to conceal her pleased demeanor as she continued to stroke your thighs. each movement was deliberate and firm, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh of your skin with every caress. unable to resist, you tilted your head to the side, leaning against her to draw closer.

you lifted your head, meeting gwen's gaze in surprise. her eyes locked onto yours as she continued lazily rubbing your thighs, taking in your beauty with an appreciative gaze. her hair cascaded in a messy yet enchanting manner, the short strands framing her face and making her watercolor eyes glow as they delved into your soul. a smile graced your lips, followed by an exhale that formed a white mist in the freezing weather.

gwen's gaze intensified, her eyes fixed on your full lips, captivated by your bottom lip gently pushed out. slowly, she leaned in, her warm hands gradually shifting away from your cold thighs as your bodies drew closer together.

with only centimeters between your lips, gwen's breath danced teasingly against yours, contrasting with the cold air that brushed against your exposed arms. as her attention shifted from your thighs to your lips, you held your breath, anticipation coursing through your veins, eager to discover her next move.

her hair cascaded over her shoulders as she smiled warmly, a mischievous smirk stretching across her face.

"don't worry," gwen assured you, her voice filled with confidence. "i've got an idea."

with boldness, she leaned forward, placing a hand behind your head, drawing your faces closer together. closing the remaining short distance, her lips gently met yours, initiating a tender yet passionate kiss.

gwen skillfully parted your lips with her tongue, delicately exploring your cold mouth, savoring the sweet yet familiar taste of your lips. her grip on the nape of your neck tightened, pulling you closer as she sensually sucked on your lower lip, causing a surge of warmth and desire to rush through your veins. her breath, warm against the chilled sensation inside your mouth, created an intoxicating contrast, yet you still instinctively rocked your body against hers.

the moment felt surreal, almost dream-like, as gwen's warmth enveloped you, sending waves of relief coursing through every fiber of your being. your heart raced within your chest, your breath quickened with each passing second, as you savored every exquisite second of gwen's soft lips against yours. your hands tenderly ran through her hair, taking in her beauty.

she continued to kiss you, pulling you even closer, melding you two together. the heat emanating from her body warmed you from head to toe, your heart pounding in your chest, and your breath quickening with each passing moment.

gwen released a satisfied sigh against your lips, causing the goosebumps on your legs to dissolve into a thrilling warmth. it felt as though you were melting under her touch. from your ankles to your thighs, and all the way up to your chest, a surge of heat and fire coursed through your wintry skin, extinguishing the chill.

reluctantly, gwen pulled away, leaving a faint imprint of her lips on yours. "better?" she asked you, her voice barely above a whisper.

"sooo much better," you managed to utter, your hands instinctively holding the sides of her face. your own face blazed with heat, contrasting with the cold breeze that brushed against your skin.

gwen tilted her head, her gaze fixed on your flushed cheeks, a slight blush gracing her own face. she felt a sense of pride for her bold actions, knowing the courage it took to lean in and initiate the whole thing.

"glad to be of service," she sighed, her eyes sparkling with joy. moving closer, she pressed your head against her chest, her fingers running through your hair.

there was something primal about her touch, something that made you feel safe and secure as she enveloped you. her warm skin pressed against your cold frame, leaving a trail of sultriness wherever her hands roamed. your lips curled into a smile as you looked up at her, appreciative of how observant and gentle she is with you.

"maybe we should head inside now?" gwen suggested, rubbing her hands together.

you scoffed, noticing that she, too, was affected by the cold. "yeah, it's getting late, and i'm not tryna die of hypothermia," you muttered.

gwen giggled before wrapping her arms around you, rubbing them against your body to generate as much heat as possible.

she then pulled back, slipping her white gloves back on. your eyes followed her movements as she adjusted her web slinger on her wrist, her long and slender fingers working meticulously. the blonde shot you a look, raising an eyebrow and tilting her mouth to the side, giving you the feeling she was about to do something you wouldn’t like too much.

"what?" you mouthed, a small laugh escaping your lips as you observed her mischievous expression.

however, gwen remained silent, her actions speaking louder than words. she scooped you up in her arms, holding you in a bridal embrace, and you gasped in surprise. pausing to gaze down at your face, a blush tinted her cheeks as she admired your beauty.

"i can't let my beautiful girlfriend freeze to death," she whispered in response, jokingly.

"i can't stand you," you mumbled playfully, hiding your face behind your hands.

"oh, really?" she teased, a playful glimmer in her eyes.

with a sly smirk, she wiggled her eyebrows and leaned down, her lips hovering near your ear.

"and just in case you get cold again," she murmured, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine, "i don't mind being your personal heater."

god, she was going to be the death of you.

with effortless strength, she held you with one hand while the other pulled down her mask. shooting a web towards the nearest building, she initiated the familiar routine. you clung to her tightly, burying your head in the crook of her neck, holding on for dear life.

if gwen hadn't already melted your heart with her soft touch and her warm smile, then she definitely had now.

DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK. ALL WRITING IS @PRIMAVIVA.

[senbbonzakura]

hii!! don't be shy posting anythin, that's cool when new people appear who write south park stuff! 🤍 can i request (f!reader) picnic headcannons with kenny, stanley and kyle? it can be platonic or romantic(sure, aged up), idc

sure!! thank u sm for being my first headcannons req anon !! 🤍 ill try my best with these bc i never was on a picnic so i have to use my imagination on how it works.. also i made this romantic, theyre like 17-18 here

⋆ PICNIC WITH MAIN 3 :

✩ — STAN !

this guy was so flattered when u asked him to go do a picnic with u

he was so excited he couldnt sleep

brought cookies and dr pepper...

its because he was walking around the store for like 30 minutes in denial of what would you like to eat 😭😭

like.. will u like it? what if youre picky? mostly everyone likes cookies so cookies it is

butttttt he brought money to the picnic too in case you need something

he picks a nice outfit for himself!!

and by that i dont mean a suit or anything like that... its just a tee that you once said you liked and his fav baggy jeans

so nervous before meeting u for the picnic. mostly bc of the food. what if youre not happy with the food he brought☹️

he brought a picnic blanket too tho!!

he tries to settle it himself but its sort of windy and he drops the blanket...

it flies away

but dw luckily he got it!!

he tries to settle it ahain but DONT trust him with that bc its gonna fly away again so help him pls😭

once its all settled he tries to make it romantic somehow?? he doesnt know how to be romantic without it being corny tho😕

so he just passes u everything u ask for!!

totally did not put the picnic basket next to himself on purpose..

with stan its mostly just giggles and stuff. he will hold your hand or hug you there and there but he enjoys just talking with you like he would with a best friend, if you know what i mean??

he kisses your cheek and thanks you for all the effort you put in everything <3

✩ — KYLE !

he suggests the picnic 🤗

kyle is the most organized one of them all

before the picnic he knows what to bring and what food you like

like what??? how did he know that?? did he put cameras around ur house or smth

or maybe ur parents just like him a lot so they told him stuff..

keeps checking if he has everything

he also brings you a flower!!

hes a gentleman😭

somehow manages to settle the blanket himself??

he also picked the perfect time of the day so it would be sunset

puts sm effort in to show you how much he loves you!! hes so sweet

brought like a backup hoodie for you just in case youre cold😕

he doesn't really like touching you in public, so expect a hug and a kiss from him only after it gets darker after the sunset

or if he thinks no one is watching

ike definitely wanted to go with you two

kyle said no

he wants it to be a moment just for you and him

ike still comes along with sheila "on accident" but for like a few minutes bc kyle begged them to leave you two alone😭

HE WAS SO EMBARRASSED THAT HIS MOM CAME TOO💔

he apologizes to you

its not like hes embarrassed bc of sheila, its just the fact that his MOM came, if u get what i mean

what more can i say?

besides that its all perfect !!

✩ — KENNY !

you suggest the picnic

he thought abt it before and wanted to ask you too but money... 😕

he immediately said yes and saved money just for that occasion

he knows what food u like

its because usually when you two hang out he randomly asks you stuff like "whats your fav food?" in that case

and he remembers every answer u give him🤗🤗

he brought food and you brought the blanket

he actually made sure to bring enough for the two of you

thats so sweet😕

he doesnt gaf abt public, he will show his love to you everywhere

so he has his arm wrapped around you most of the time

and also kisses your shoulder or cheek sometimes !!

he would do the rizz thing with "hey you have something there" while pointing at ur chest and then he would grab ur chin so u look at him and he kisses u

its just a joke tho😭

thats not a great way to flirt in his opinion

he would also chuckle before kissing u !!

sweeeeeeeet

after the picnic he offers to walk you to your home <3

he also holds your hand while walking

when youre about to leave he hugs you and thanks you for everything too🤗

fill my requests up guys!!

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

me n the outsiders show are in like a toxic relationship. the lows are SO low. but the highs are the best thing I've ever seen. (POST WATCH ME NOTE. THIS EP WAS A HIGH. A VERY HIGH HIGH) anyways. the bullshit continues. ep 10 (? I honestly lost track) tequila sunset notes🙂‍↕️

intro continues to fuck next question.

also. this is unrelated to anythin I just realized somethin. Tim n Darry in the show literally have the 'I could fix him but whatever is wrong with him is WAY funnier' except they BOTH thunk that

still on good ol 240p :( I wish someone would make a higher definition version of at LEAST the best intro of all time

is tim buyin a new car?? OH 'I promised I'd come look at this truck for darry' huh. ok. husband behavior but whatever.

tim n his ugly ass fuck ass glasses. if I were darry I'd BURN them things

tim is also cartoonishly short compared to like half the men in this show. I think like soda. is the only one shorter than tim.

FUCK ASS FEDORA??? TWO BIT. WHAT IS THAT HAT.

everytime two doesn't have something funny to say everyone needs to pipe down. that's my kid. n you've upset him. so now I gotta kick your ass.

if pony was an emoji he'd be this one 👁👁 he's just always lookin. nosy ass kid (affectionate)

Two's runnin? a bettin sceme? wait what is it FOR tho? Steves drag race?

the fact that the gang is always askin pony about the books he's readin is so important to me. n he's always makin them recommendations they won't read but he's actually thought about. aough.

guys no captions again n they're MUMBLIN

steve just said somethin to Soda n soda whipped around n just started open palm whackin em. every time these boys giggle n wrestle n whack each other around I gain 5 years on my life.

oh two's doin SPORTS bettin for their school team

wait the show made Steve canonically drop out too? huh I always thought Steve still wait to school. ok wait comin back to this cause I had to check but yeah the book implies Steve still goes to school. but the SHOW had him be a drop out too.

soda is against the school sports gamblin?? why??? this feels like it'd be right up his alley

pony reachin through the car window to fuck up two's hair before he leaves aww

is tim gonna cheat with this married woman. wowww. what about his husband. what about darry.

'you oughtta join. meet a nice girl.' 'I already did. a long time ago.' they really went. ok. we have give no love interest to tim or darry. whatever they got goin on is rapidly leavin subtext. we gotta do somethin about this.

two is so crazy. homie is tryin to get some guy to fix the game everyone is bettin on. also. he needs to lose this hat. now.

OH. two owes these guys money. that's why he's doin the bettin thing. ok.

two bit gettin pissed. ohhhh. this is so important to me. let this man get mad. let him not be funny. let him find his breakin point n walk right over it.

AOUGH. IN THE SHOW TWO DOESNT DRINK. AGHHHHH. APUGH. we'll or rather he doesn't drink that often. pony says as much. aoughhh.

TIM IN HIS FUCK ASS SUITTTT

'go on Darry. tell em why I'm wearin your suit n brand new shoes' *the vilest up n down look over from Darry. most jealous ass line delivery ive ever heard from a man* 'church'

'tim shepards goin to CHURCH' pony is CACKLIN biggest cheesiest smile I've EVER seen

darry is actually not beatin the jealous allegations even a little bit. this whole scene is doin NOTHIN to convince me

'hey mathews! Just wanna remind you it's great to be alive man!' tim shoutin at two while he's got the nastiest hangover knocked out on the couch

'is he really going to church?' 'yeah. but not to find god' darry the man you are. he's so funny.

TIM N HIS SQUEAKY ASS SHOES. everyone in that church was givin him the MEANEST side eye

'I gotta run over to the bowlin alley for a while. guy rentin the shoes called in sick' what the HELL does that line mean. either. a. pony works at the bowlin alley n we have literally never heard about this before. or. b. pony just runs around coverin for people's shifts. n I dunno which is funnier.

the way two just. lies. so smoothy. aough. my son. 'hey if you're in some kinda trouble-' 'not to worry ponyboy' aough. they just care abiut each other.

also. off topic. but the way two says ponyboy is so interestin to me. need to study his accent. the y in pony is like. an implication. he doesn't even really pronounce it. he somehow makes ponyboy into a 2 syllable word just by drawin it out all weird. sorry. side tracked. I fuckin love accents man.

two goin to shoot a basket n just. fully missin. apugh. I love that kid.

also this guy two's tryin to convince to fix the game plays basketball right. n two just said. 'you're the lucky one. you got this. you might even get out. go to college'. dare I say. mason mccormick. actually. or even Darry curtis core.

awww two shot again n made it in this time. n he also said 'man I still got it' like he didn't miss so embarrassingly bad 10 seconds ago.

'well everyone loved your shoes n your suit' 'really🥺' tim save those big ass wet eyes for DARRY.

'as we all know. Jesus was just a simple carpenter' 'yeah n look where that got em' god DAMN. every so often they have a line that just goes insanely hard.

'two bit what's goin on?' 'I'm scared ponyboy' YES YES YES LET THEM ADMIT THEIR FEELINS PLEASE GOD BOOM SHAKALAKA YAS LORD

pony shakin his head in disappointment while two tells him about his gamblin problems like literally last episode he didn't say 'I won't bet!' n Darry side eyed the hell out of him n went 'like LAST time' this is clown to clown communication

'pony this is my worry not yours' 'nuh uh I'm gonna go get Darry soda n Steve' pony really said since when has anythin ever been individual round here. were practically the communist party. YOUR worry. try again. yeah. OUR problem

two only pronounces ponys full name when he's upset

'everyone thinks I'm the fun guy yeah. the clown? that ain't me' TWO BIT MATHEWS THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOUUU. YOU COULD NEVER BE JUST FUNNY BEER MAN TO ME IN EVERY UNIVERSE

'sometimes I wake up in the mornin I'm so scared my stomach gets all nervous. I thought the alcohol would make me feel less' I'm goin to throw the fuck up. two bit mathews. Jesus. fuck. my god. that's my baby.

'wherever you're goin. lemme go with you' AOUGHHG. THEY CARE SO MUCH ABIUT EACH OTHER. PONYS GONNA HELP TWO LEARN TO READDDDD. IM GONNA BE SICKKKK

two listenin to the game alone in his car. drinkin. I'm sick to my stomach. someone help that poot boy.

why are tim n darry completely full side pressed against each other at the bar top 🤨🏳️‍🌈❓️

sick of seein tim n this girl. go back to your husband tim.

ohh no fuck. two's team lost. oh no. augh. oh no my baby.

SODA TRIED OUT FOR THE BASKETBALL TEAM N GOT ON BUT GOT KICKED OFF FOR SMOKIN

the way. two can just lie so easily. like soda asks where he's been when he was in his car spiralin n two lies so smoothy soda just. swallows it. aough.

aough. uh. two is drivin drunk with Soda n these two girls in the car. mama. I fear there's no way this ends well.

OVER tim n this GIRL. look. I like her. her characters actually real interestin. but tim. go back to Darry please.

'I'm just as good as she is!' 'yeah. we're both as good as anybody' two I fear yall are not talkin about the same thing even a little

NOOO THEYRE JUMPIN MY BABY TWO CALLIN OUT FOR SODA BEFORE HE COLLAPSES?? just SHOOT me already AOUGH

the cops show up n sodas like layin on the ground n the cops got a flashlight on him n he is like?? servin insanely hard. comes by that shit naturally I guess. somethin about the curtis brothers the second the cops try to talk to them they pull out the most lethal face cards know to man

one. darry lecturin soda n two while they're both absolutely poutin on the couch. two. two bits got darrys shit on. three. pony is also just there. I fear these boys are incapable of stayin out of each other's business.

'I've known you a long time two bit. what's with the drinkin?' AOUGH. AGH. OUGH. OUCH.

OH PONYS GONNA TELL SODA N DARRY WHATS GOIN ON WITH TWO

'pony told me n darry about the gamblin. wanna talk about it?' THEY CARE SO MUCH ABOUT EACH OTHER🗣 THEY ARE SO GENTLE WISH EACH OTHER🗣 AOUGH

two bits whole monolouge about. gamblin. n his mom. n school. n not belongin. n lettin soda hold him while he cries ohhhh. yeah. uh. um. excuse me. I'm gonna be sick. I'm gonna lose my mind actually. like. ah. ok. hmm

DARRY N PONY WENT TO A DRAG RACE TOGETHER AWWW

'I'm better off with you outta my life.' 'yeah ok I deserved that' n then soda poutily stompin up the stairs

there ain't NO way they're gonna make me watch two get jumped for a THIRD TIME. Jesus he looks so SCARED. my BABY.

youre gonna jump THIS FACE?? my fuckin SON??

oh his homes rollin up nevermind. he brought the posse. if i was gonna jump someone n then the whole curtis gang n tim rolled up?? yeah hard pass. nevermind!!

TIM SODA N DARRY SPEAKIN UP FOR TWO APUGHHHH THE WHOLE GANG HUGGIN HIM. APUGHHHH. MY BABY.

'two swears he will never drink or gamble again. so far we're takin his good ambitions. one day at a time' GUYS I FEAR I GIGGLED

PONY HELPIN TWO LEARN TO READ DEAR GOD IM GONNA BE SICK THEM CURLED UP ON THE COUCH TOGETHER IM WAILIN

'darry never did trade in the truck. he said dad did always want me to learn to drive on old red so we'll be keepin it. at least til then' GUYS GIMME A SINGLE BREAK IM GONNA LOSE IT

[massy2ly]

I want them both in jail for doing this to me. Don’t do this, boys. Don’t look like that in those suits while having murderous intent.

Good thing this scene probably goes down before they run into Style and Kant again. Because if they were around, I’m pretty sure the mission wouldn’t even be the focus. Those suits wouldn’t make it past sunset. Style would probably beg for those glasses to stay on too. I think it’s very tragic they don’t get to see them like this but I also don’t trust Style to act normal about it- man always got his priorities straight.

Bison, tho… LAWDDDD. Kant, you lucky bastard.

Ouffffffffffffffffff.

[cyripticchronicler]

Quidditch Confessions - James Potter

My first fanfiction!! sorry it's kinda bad I'm really tired </3

In celebration of Gryfindoor winning the quidditch match, James takes his girlfriend on a ride around the school.

Warnings: Kissing

Masterlist

The cheers of the crowd are deafening as the commentator announces the winner of the quidditch game. Gryffindor, of course. I scream just as loudly as the others, a grin plastered on my face. Everyone scrambles to reach the field, eager to be the first to congratulate the team and I follow suit, gripping Lily’s hand tightly so we don’t get trampled. 

We finally reach the field and push our way through the bustling crowd. I perk up when I spot James talking to Sirius, a grin spread across his face. As though he can feel my stare he looks up, green eyes meeting mine. Ignoring everyone else, he makes his way through the crowd, people parting like the Dead Sea. 

He doesn’t waste a second in lifting me off my feet and twirling me around. I laugh shyly, not used to this kind of attention and wrap my arms around his neck. He puts me down, arms wrapped around my waist and I have to bite my lip to stop my smile from growing. 

“Congratulations, Baby,” I muttered, giving him a peck on the cheek. James scowls playfully, cheeks flushed from the cold. “You missed.”

My eyes widen and my cheeks flush. Without letting myself think for too long, I stand up on my tip toes and give him a quick peck on the lips. 

Everyone heads inside for the after-party and I go to follow but get pulled back by James. “You coming, James?” Sirius asks. James shakes his head, “Not tonight. Have fun.” Sirius raises a questionable brow but leaves it at that, following the rest of the crowd inside. 

Then it’s just us, the sun going down leaving a beautiful sunset. “Fly with me?” He asks and my eyes widen. 

“I have a fear of heights,” I state. 

He nudges his nose against my cheek, “I know but you’ll be holding onto me the whole time. Nothing to be afraid of.” Sensing I’m still unsure he flashes his best puppy dog eyes, “Please.” 

I sigh, giving in, “Okay.” James wastes no time in grabbing his broom and hopping on. I clumsily hop on behind him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. 

Ever so slowly we get higher, and my eyes squeeze shut, head falling against his back. James’s laugh is croaky against my chest, “You can’t appreciate the sunset if your eyes are shut, dummy.” I scowl against his back, but hesitantly raise my head anyway, taking in the view. 

The wind blows my hair across my face and I’m thankful James can’t see how crazy I look right now. 

I don’t look down, instead focusing on the boy in front of me and how pretty the sky looks tonight. Warm reds and pinks paint the sky, clouds shimmering in the distance. The wind blows James’s hair back, his grin wide. His happiness relaxes me and I loosen my arms around his waist ever so slightly. 

“I’m proud of you,” I mutter against his shoulder, thinking back to how he caught the snitch, movements calculated and agile. 

“Thank you, Baby,” His voice is watery like he’s on the verge of tears, “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

I smile but it drops when I notice we’re going higher, nearing the roof of Hogwarts. “James?” I squeak, arms wrapped tightly around him again.

He laughs, patting my hand gently, “Don’t worry, I got you.” 

I shake my head, “No, no, no Jame-” I cut myself off with a scream, blood rushing to my head and eyes squeezing shut as James aims the broom towards the ground, hooting in laughter. 

The ground gets closer and I ready for impact, hiding my head in James’s neck- The broom jerks up at the last minute causing my stomach to twist. Not shortly after, James lands safely on the ground. 

I hop off immediately, not wanting to spend any longer on that death stick. I hear James try to control his snickers behind me and walk off. 

“Okay, okay,” He grabs my arm, turning me and pulling me against his chest, “I’m sorry that was mean.” 

“I hate you,” I say, though I sink my hands in his hair and massage slowly, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. 

“You love me,” He corrects and I smile slightly. 

“I guess I do.” His chest shakes as he laughs, “I guess I love you too.” 

I nod my head, “Duh.”

His eyes flicker to my lips and I lean in, moaning softly when his lips touch mine. His tongue swipes across my bottom lip gently and I open my mouth. The kiss is slow and gentle, his hand holding my jaw as my own pulls slightly at his hair, enticing a moan from my mouth. 

He pulls away, breathing heavily and rests his forehead against mine. 

“I’m going to marry you someday,” He whispers. 

I smile softly, “I count on it.”

[one-fin-wonder]

Headcanons: Building a blanket fort with the Moon Boys (After finding out they've never built one before)

A/N: Hey so I've been stuck with being sick this past week and some of last week. So I've had literally no time to write coherently till 3 am this morning. I'm so sorry it's been a hot min since I uploaded. I really liked this concept tho! I found it when looking up date ideas for these headcanons.

Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, cute tooth rotting shit. Jake Lockely being a emotionally unavailable man, But also he has tears so. Don't worry you comfort him. No use of Y/N but it says "you" more often than typically in my writings. Established relationship, I also once again accidently wrote the most for Jake. Sorry, not sorry.

“You never what????” You stare at your boyfriend in shock and bewilderment. “I’ve never built a blanket fort.” He says back plainly with a shrug. You stand up abruptly and run to your shared ‘bedroom’ grabbing pillows and blankets running to the couch periodically to throw them down. “Come on,” you say as you grab his hand and drag him to help “we’re making a blanket fort *right now*”

Steven Grant:

Steven is so excited to get the chance to build a blanket fort with you 

He also is extremely happy that you want to do it with him, I mean how can he not be? You’re adorable with how excited you are to share this moment with him. 

He does what you ask, pinning blankets up over the loft and grabbing chairs to make into a cute little tent of blankets. 

"Love, that's so many blankets."

He fidgets with his hands as you make the fort

He's a little nervous because he's out of his element with this,

"Come on!" you'd tug him inside with a smile and he would gladly follow

He smiles once he’s sitting inside of it with you all the blankets and pillows placed carefully around you both as you settle into the bed 

“So this is what it’s like? It’s so comfortable” 

He has the plushies from the museum, I don't make the rules. (I say as I quite obviously make the rules)

He would gently hold you as you both talked while sitting in the fort you built together. 

Marc Spector:

he watches you very confused as to what is happening 

“I mean we didn't exactly have an ideal childhood..” 

you’d kindly stop what you were doing and hug him for a moment “I know, I know hon,” you’d say softly “now grab that blanket and follow me.”

He’d do as you’d say. Still very confused but willing to follow your lead 

“Y’know we’re going to have to refold all of these right?” He tells you as you unravel the fifth blanket to complete the fort 

You’d deadpan looking at him and he’d raise his hands in a fake surrender, 

He’d help you when you needed it but mostly he has no idea what to do.

He’s just standing there, he’s out of his element and he doesn’t know how to help. 

Marc said: 🧍‍♂️

Once you finish he looks at the fort then at you “soooo?”

You’d shove him towards the entrance (carefully of course.) 

He’d crawl into the small space and you’d follow suite 

He sits in the fort looking around at all the blankets and pillows you’d gathered for it 

“I already have a pidgeon in my life you know.” He’d say sarcastically at you nodding to the nest like interior and you’d stick your tongue out at him

He’d laugh as he pulls you close “thank you,” he’d say quietly 

“Of course,” you reply “you deserve the world. And also building forts is like the epitome of childhood.”

 You’d rest against him relaxing in the comfort of your newly made fort.  

He holds you close as you both chat away, cuddling till the sunsets. 

Jake Lockley:

You yank his blanket away and run to the bedroom and he starts cursing in Spanish 

“Oye! Bring that back! I was using it.” 

He’d then stop in the space between the small kitchen and Gus’ tank and the entrance to his bed as he watched you pulling blankets from every spot you could find them 

“The fuck you doin?” He’d ask as he puts his hands on his hips walking up to the edge of the bed slowly 

“Fort.” You’d respond shortly 

“The fucking hell does that mean??” This poor Spanish man has no clue what’s going on. 

He takes his hat off and scratches his head as he watches you utterly confused. 

I think Jake didn’t see much of any childhood, he doesn’t know what it’s like to have that whimsical imagination or the enjoyment of toys that the others did (even if their enjoyment was cut short they still experienced it a tad) 

This makes him not even aware of the benefits of a good fort. 

You’d pull the blankets up gently creating the perfect fort as you look back at him. 

“Que?” He’d look between you and the fort several times 

“Get in”

“You kidding me?” 

“Get. In.” You’d walk over dragging him by his hand 

“Jesus Christ! okay, okay!” He gets inside and immediately his eyes light up at the comfort 

You watch with a smile as he adjusts himself in the pillows and blankets 

Once he settled you get in beside him and bring a blanket over you both 

“You like it..?” You’d ask

“Si, gracias, mi amor,” (yes, thank you, my love.) 

You cuddle against him as you stare at the ceiling with him 

I wonder if he’d cry at the idea of having someone who loves him this deeply to share pieces of their childhood because he didn’t get an ideal one. And he can’t believe that he’s loved in this way. 

“Oh, baby..” you’d say wiping a stray tear away and kissing his cheek where it had been “it’s okay,” you’d whisper as you hold him close allowing him to express himself however he feels comfortable because this man is so emotionally cold that he probably has no clue how to express himself. 

“Gracias.. gracias desde el fondo de mi corazón, gracias” (thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart, thank you.)

[wtftaylr]

23, 26, 34 for sadie?

HI MOOT!! <3 <3 Tysm for the ask!!!

#23 - How do they feel about physical touch/affection?

She's quite reserved, prefers her own personal space -- anything beyond a handshake or fist bump will only be coming from friends. They'll gladly accept hugs from friends but 99% of the time Sadie won't be the one to initiate them.

Before the events of New Vegas, Sadie spent many many years (age 15 through 34) as a courier and jury-rigging repairman con-artist, hyper-focused on saving up to one day fund their scientific research -- she didn't provide herself much time for establishing relationships (with humans at least, she's always taken to robots and is far quicker to befriend them).

All that to say, they're not accustomed to physical touch and it's a new experience having friends willing to initiate it -- like Veronica, for instance. I feel Veronica is a big hugger and while Sadie has no problem with it, it catches her off guard the first few (hundred) times.

And Benny -- holy shit. Sadie was not prepared for Just how much she's dotted on, touched, kissed, cuddled -- This could be its own post tbh but she does get used to reciprocating fairly quickly, but in smaller, less grand ways -- leaning into him, wrapping her arm around his, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaving -- her love language leans more towards Acts of Service. But now im rambling, im gonna put the brakes on haha

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26. How would others describe them / their disposition?

First impressions are Sadie's unreactive, aloof, and short-tempered. Perhaps can lean towards off-putting with just how unreactive she is (I can go off, but it's partially due to Flat Affect from autism, and subsequently made more apparent after head trauma. If you're interested in more info, I go into an absurd amount of head trauma detail on her profile. Warning for mobile users, that particular section doesn't turn into a scroll box on mobile yet. Gotta figure out that coding lol [i know nothing about coding so uhh wish me luck lol]).

Though as she's allowed to warm up, they're genuine and kind towards friends; she's ride or die for life. Always willing to help at the first opportunity -- with anything. To the point where it could be perceived as annoying to some folks lmao /lh

[Lucky 38 Presidential Suite] Boone: hm. I'm thirst- Sadie, materializing out of thin air: WOULD U LIKE A DRINK. PERHAPS A NUKA-COLA. SOME WATER. SUNSET SASPARILLA MAYBE BUT DON'T DRINK TOO MUCH OF IT I HEARD IT'S A HEALTH HAZARD. IF U WANT SOMETHING SPECIFIC THAT WE DON'T HAVE I CAN GO BUY IT FOR YOU-- Boone: Boone: water is fine

Also!! I'm working on the Relationship section of Sadie's profile; this might provide a bit of extra insight on specific characters and their dynamic okay you got me, I just wanted to show this off I love how it's turning out so far and it seemed related tho idk if that's the adhd talking or if im being fr

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34. What armor / clothing do they typically wear?

OOOHHHH I desperately wanna do a new outfit lineup for her. But I wanna answer this ask while it's still 2024 so (mostly) text-only for now >B)

She most often wears Daniel's Outfit (that guy sucked but, credit where credit's due, that outfit is fuckin fire) -- I drew her in it [here] but Really wanna draw her in it properly. Daniel who? This is Sadie's Outfit.

As for armor, the Stealth Suit MK II (OWB) is her go-to for more dangerous fights.

[formulapookie]

💚🧡

Quiet franky/mig, 3k words

Saturday means Ranch, and Ranch 90% of the time means “everyone eats dinner together and then plays some rounds of video games with beer and snacks”.

The main problem for Mig usually is that he’ll get much too competitive in Fifa and will end up cursing at everyone who beats him, which almost always happens to be Luca. Everyone has their teams, and the majority of them plays with Roma, he’s the only one playing with Torino, Pecco and Cele always going for their fuckass black and white team and Bez just goes with either Bologna or a random team the others tell him to use, which usually ends up being a team that just got up from Series B or is in retrocession zone.

Even with a team like his he manages to always score a few wins, not much but it’s something.

Tonight the problem it’s not how many losses he’ll face tho, he isn’t even paying attention to cele and bez playing, which he usually does because they tend to injure each other's players more than actually playing for real, he’s focused on Franky’s profile, how it gets modelled by the light of the sunset outside peering through the window.

He looks like a vision, he always thought he did, since the first time he came to the Ranch, when they were both much younger, ten years ago now, when they talked about being in the same motogp team and battling for wins and championships.

But today he was looking particularly hot, at lunch especially, after half a day of training was gone, and he had takes off his leathers, Mig had frozen in place while staring at his arms, how they basically glowed under the sun, at his chest, god he wanted to fucking lick it.

It was ridiculous really, because Bez caught him staring and had made fun of him for something like two hours, as is he didn’t spend the first half hour of training looking at cele’s abs as he undressed and dressed back up because he wore a suit one size too large he accidentally bought three months ago.

And he’s been horny since morning, seeing Franky train alongside him, he doesn’t even know how many times he wanted to just drag him in his room and have him fuck him into oblivion.

But he didn’t want to push, they fucked three times yesterday, because he just looked too hot once they woke up, and again while he was cooking lunch and once they were in bed after watching a movie and he had climbed on his lap and Franky had him rub on his thigh until he came just to fuck him pinned to the bed before he fell asleep in his arms.

So he really didn’t want to bother, but right now they’re sitting much too close on the couch, just the two of them because the couch is their place, just like the armchair is Pecco’s and Luca’s and the floor is Cele’s and Bez’s.

And Franky has been stroking his thigh for almost half an hour now, never getting too high with his hands, because they’re with their friends and he can’t exactly keep his hand near his pussy when they’re all together.

He must make some sort of sound, because Franky turns his head towards him like he’s been electrocuted and their eyes meet, and all the older can see is lust in Mig's eyes.

Mig blushes instantly, and looks away, trying to focus on the game his friends are playing, but Franky is not an idiot, and he saw how he was looking at him, and Mig immediately feels his hand getting higher and higher on his thigh, until it’s almost there where he wants it to be.

Franky is also quicker than him in grabbing a blanket and throwing it over their laps, leaving him with the possibility of touching him through his pants and underwear.

He scoots closer, grabbing Mig’s leg and placing it over his thigh, as the younger looks around to ensure no one else saw the movement, but luckily bez and cele are still focused on the game and Pecco has fallen asleep sat on Luca’s lap as he scrolls on his phone.

“You want it this bad Andre?”

He was busy making sure Luca was watching his screen, he didn't notice Franky leaning over so that he could whisper in his ear.

He doesn’t find the strength to answer so he just nods, still watching intensely the TV so as not to jump on Franky’s lap and starting to make out with him. It’s not like they’re shy about PDA but from holding hands or kissing while the others are around to jumping on his boyfriend’s lap moaning while they’re on the couch in the common room there’s an abyss.

“Well I’m not feeling like getting up right now, so what about I get you off here? You’d have to be quiet though, really really quiet because you don’t want the others to know how much you need me right?”

He nods again, and he can catch Franky smiling in his peripheral vision before he feels his fingers press against his pussy through the layers of clothing he wishes he didn’t have on.

He has to suppress a whine, biting lightly at his lower lip, but it’s not like Franky cares, if Mig wants to stop he can just grab his boyfriend’s wrist and they will end up fucking in one of their rooms.

He lets Franky tease him, he’s fairly sure his underwear is already a bit soaked from how excited he is at the thought of getting fingered while having to keep quiet in a room full of their friends.

Once Franky gets tired of torturing him through clothes he gets his hand in his pants, pushing after the hem of his boxers, one finger just brushing his folds, while Mig hopes no one can hear his breathing getting more and more irregular.

When he pushes the first finger in tho, there the real torture begins, because Mig’s not used to ever restraining his moans, he’s always very vocal, maybe too much sometimes, he pities to ears of his friend who must’ve heard him more than just a few times when they fucked here at the Ranch, but right now he’s biting his lip and focusing on the game,opening his legs ust a bit further, to leave more room for whatever Franky wants to do with him.

A second finger enters him while Bez scores and cheers, and he allows himself to release a bit of tension built up in him and letting out a soft moan, which gets detected luckily only by his boyfriend, who smirks slightly, but has no other reaction other than pursuing his goal to make him come hidden under the blanket.

Cele curses a bit, he’s one goal under now, 2-1 in Bez’s favour and he has something like three minutes left to draw.

He can come by then, and after that he’ll just act like he’s sleepy and Franky will take him to his room and take proper care of him there.

One of his hands is covered by the blanket as well, he’s gripping his own thigh to try and calm himself down, but it’s not doing that great of a work, and he has to thank Cele managing to score and bring the result to a 2-2 while Franky takes out his fingers and starts teasing his clit, because he can’t find it in himself to hold back a whimper when that happens.

He’s got the countdown in his head, 2 minutes 30 seconds and then the game will be over and they’ll all start talking and he will not be able to come while they talk, so he just needs to get his release fast.

Franky knows as well, and for how fun it would be to have Mig on edge all while the six of them talk he also wants to fuck him as soon as he can, so he picks up his pace slightly, pressing more on his clit, his other hand pulling his sweater down to cover his bulge, because he’s everything but unaffected by how much Mig wants him.

He keeps rubbing his fingers against Mig’s clit and he feels he is moving under the blanket, shifting every few seconds to keep his internal excitement there, and he gets faster, he’s almost sorry for Mig, who’s forced to hold in his sounds and the need to open his mouth and moan like he usually does.

One minute twenty, fuck he needs to come now, so they’ll have some time to gain back composure. He thinks Franky must be reading his mind because he stops touching his clit and buries two fingers in again, immediately adding a third and thrusting in and out, and he can hear the squelching sound coming from Franky fingering his pussy, hoping the others are too taken by their tasks to do the same, because oh now that would be extremely embarrassing.

The hand Mig has got squeezing his own thigh is getting tighter around it the closer he gets, and it only takes Franky a few more thrusts to make Mig come all over his fingers and underwear, which is gonna be uncomfortable until they reach the room.

Mig lets go of his lip, breathing in and out with a controlled and robotic pace, not daring to look to his left where Luca is, he doesn’t want to know if he’s been caught.

Then he hears Luca moving, and Pecco groaning in response, snuggling more into his embrace. The light from the phone turns off and Luca picks Pecco up bridal style while getting up, turning his head towards the others, Mig as well who only now has the courage to look at him.

“We’re going to sleep, good night guys”

They all answer “night” in unison, cele and Bez resuming when there’s 30 seconds left in the game, Franky in the meantime has mostly cleaned up his fingers in the inside of Mig’s thigh, and he’s noticeably aroused, if the fact the hand he used to get Mig off is still on his thigh is an indicator, as well as the other placed right on his crotch to hide the fact he’s hard to the others.

The game ends with a draw, and the two almost immediately turn off the TV, Cele wants to talk judging by how he turns towards them, but then Bez goes in for a kiss and his brain probably forgets what they were saying, letting the older take his hand and drag him towards his room.

Franky and Mig don’t speak for a whole minute, when Franky opens his mouth to talk Mig climbs on his lap and kisses him almost feverishly, moaning in his mouth as he rolls his hips against Franky’s, who got taken aback for a second, but immediately reciprocates the kiss, getting one of his hands in Mig’s hair and the other on his hip, guiding his movements on his lap.

They keep making out and Mig can feel Franky getting harder under him, and God isn’t that just the most arousing thing ever.

“Andre Andre fuck let’s go to my room” “No” “You want to stop?” “No i don’t want to go to your room I want you to fuck me now” “We’re in the living room Andre” “Yeah so? Wasn’t a problem when you were fingering me two minutes ago so it’s not one now”

Franky is taken aback for a few moments, yes they did fuck here more than once, they may also have fucked while Mig was bent over the table but they were alone, now there’s people and somehow this feels even more dirty than getting him off earlier on the couch, because he knows that now his boyfriend is not going to hold back any kind of sound coming from him.

“Ok yeah it’s fine here”

Mig starts kissing him again, working his jeans zip open and palming him through his boxers, making him moan in his mouth, while he tugs his underwear down just enough to free his cock from its confinement.

Mig breaks away to take off his shorts and boxers as well, and before Franky realises it Mig is once again on his lap kissing at his neck and leaving marks on it. He lifts his hips to align himself with Franky’s dick, then slowly sinks down, feeling every centimeter entering him as he lets out soft whines the closer he gets to the base.

“Mh fuck you’re so wet” “No shit Sherlock” “You feel amazing”

Franky takes advantage of Mig’s position to bite down on his collarbone, leaving teeth marks there, just because they both enjoy seeing them on his skin, and then moves both his hands to grab Mig’s hips and help his movements as he starts to ride him.

To Franky Mig is a vision as well, especially when he’s like this, with the moon that has now risen playing light games on his face, the light blush on his cheeks and his mouth slightly parted, moaning in a way so sweet it tastes like honey in Franky’s brain.

Mig doesn’t go fast, he never does when he rides him, because he enjoys it much more when it’s slower and both can feel it more, it also makes him feel more connected to his boyfriend, and he absolutely loves feeling Franky’s hands on him, his hips, his ass, his back, wherever he puts them Mig likes that, it makes him feel protected, wanted in a way that’s so intimate he can’t really explain it.

He keeps moaning even when Franky pulls him in for yet another kiss, Mig’s hands shifting from his shoulders to his hair, beautiful curly hair finally growing back. He tugs at them a bit and then goes back to putting his hands on Franky’s shoulders for balance, while the other moves one hand from his hip to his ass, squeezing it a bit and making Mig moan louder.

Franky starts rubbing circles with his thumb on Mig’s hip, as their breaths become more and more shaky and Franky can’t help but break away from teh kiss to mark up his boyfriend’s chest and neck, he just loves that, as he loves Mig doin the same to him, when they’re laying in bed after they fucked or just before doing it and Mig starts leaving hickeys all over his neck.

The other thing he loves is leaving prints of his hands on his body, and it’s not liek he has to squeeze or tighten his hold very much, Mig’s skin gets marked pretty quickly even just by a small scratch, which makes it even more fun, a little less when they are on holiday and Mig basically tans with his handprints on his hips.

One time Bez had asked Mig if Franky was too harsh because he was basically full of hand-shaped bruises all over his ass, and Mig had been so embarrassed he avoided Bez for a whole day after calming him down. Since then he had toned down his marking, thought he can’t help but leave at least a few, maybe just a bit less visible on his hips.

Franky feels Mig’s pussy tighten around his dick, and he can feel the wetness increasing, so he knows Mig is close, dangerously so, and he’s not doing any better.

“I’m gonna cum fuck” “Yeah I feel it God you get tight when you’re close”

They begin making out again, and not even a minute later Mig is finally getting his release, melting in Franky’s arms as he looks Mig in the eyes for permission to come inside him. He does like more than half of the time, but he always asks, or looks for confirmation like he’s doing now, he wouldn’t do something that can even remotely upset Mig.

“Yeah you can you can”

Franky smiles at him and kisses him once more, thrusting into him a few more times until he’s filling him up, he can feel the liquid leaking from Mig’s pussy and it gets him fucking crazy.

Normally he’d eat Mig out to clean him up, but Mig looks absolutely gone right now and by the looks of it he just wants to get a shower and go to sleep, so he gently pulls out, helping Mig to lift his hips to do it more comfortably and kisses his forehead, making Mig smile softly.

“You’re so cute right now you know that Andre?” “Only now?” “Nah, but you’re cuter when you’re sleepy” “Take me to bed” “Shower first” “Can you wash my hair there?” “Sure” “I love you” “I love you too, now come on wrap your arms around my neck and I’ll get you upstairs” “My clothes Franky” “Gonna come back and pick them up after we shower ok?” “ok”

Franky pulls back up his boxers and jeans, wrapping the blanket around Mig’s hips to cover him a bit. He'll wash it together with the underwear and pants sometime tomorrow, he just wants to bring Mig to his room and make sure he falls asleep comfortably.

He hopes they haven’t stained the couch, because if they did he’ll get the like third reprimand from Vale for doing it.

[imaginespazzi]

You know when a fish is like flopping around when it’s on land?? Bro idk why but I had that reaction so many times while reading chapter 14 😭😭

I was screaming crying and throwing upppp (I literally was screaming into my pillow, but it was one of those inaudible screams of that makes sense LMAO). But anyways! Chapter 14 thoughts below!

- the moment we were all waiting for 😭 the proposal scene/P+A breakup scene 😭 i think your reasoning for Azzi not wanting to get married it’s SOOOO valid. As we know, irl Azzi admires P and is so happy for her and this all in fiction in this story, but I can def see how GH! Azzi can be worried about her identity (considering how much she overthinks in this story!). And fuckkkk, the moment of realization for Paige when she realizes that Azzi doesn’t want them to be public, that killeddd me and made me think about all of the times throughout the story that Paige questioned why Azzi didn’t want to be seen and loved by her. Paige is just a lover girl man and just wants to show Azzi off to world and say that’s my girl my girl my girl 😭😭

- Azzi knowing for 3 months that she didn’t see the future that her and P planned and not telling Paige right away is diabolical tho 💀 tbf, I know Azzi was scared and couldn’t even truly process what she was feeling, but damn, a little chat earlier on could’ve gone a long way LMAO

- I can’t imagine KK and Ice’s reaction after Paige came in crying and angry and hot asf. Like I know they thought their parents were gonna get married and ride off into the sunset… little did they know 😭

- Stephie figuring P+A out before Azzi could even tell her 😭 Stephie-bean is so smart just like her mama! And then Paige being sad/worried that Stephie found out about them… Ughhhh, I’m so glad that Azzi explicitly said that she didn’t want to hide Paige and their relationship to anyone. Like I know that was important for Paige to hear and help with her insecurities!

- I remember being slightly pissed at Paige for taking all of this time to figure out if she should stay or not, considering that Azzi needed time and Paige didn’t give it to her. But I mean, in this case, 2 wrongs make a right? (The 2 wrongs being that Azzi suggested for them to end things and Paige taking 5ever to say that she’d stay. And the 1 right being that they’re happily together now LMAO)

- This chapter was absolutely spectacular Nivi!! I knew you wanted this chapter to be PERFECT and was slightly nervous about it… but you 100% ate and nailed the chapter 👏 literally GH is going to live rent free in my head for a while 😭 I’m gonna be able to quote shit from this chapter especially lmaoooo

- PS: I have to remind myself this is fiction, but it got too close to reality when Paige got drafted by the Wings irl 💀💀 but I know this is all def fiction bc no way would Azzi actually not believe she doesn’t have an identity bc she is sooooo her. Like that’s Azzi mofo Fudd. And also, no way would Paige let Azzi end things like that, and no wayyyy would Paige leave the next day and not fight for them and wake Azzi tfff up lol

I literally just imagined a fish flopping and have been giggling instead of replying to this for the last two minutes lmao

- Y'all don't know how stressed I have been about finding the reasoning behind their breakup like there was genuinely a point where I was gonna leave it up to y'all to figure out. But eventually, I think Azzi's reasoning for how she felt and Paige's reasoning for how that made her feel, both ended up being pretty valid.

- Yeah so that's one of the parts I felt was a little bit OOC because I'd like to think Pazzi irl are better communicators and Azzi would not be hiding such a big feelings from Paige because she really fucked up with that part. A little communication can and would have gone a long way.

- KK and Ice who'd literally bought expensive as fuck champagne to celebrate only for Paige to burst into the apartment Azzi-less and crying while she haphazardly packed her suitcase #truechildrenofdivorce

- A lot of my writing is very go of the flow, but what Azzi was gonna say has been written in my head since I figured out what the breakup was because for them to move forward with no hesitations, her being ready to tell everyone is very important.

- LMFAO they're dumb gays who needa make some dumbass decisions before they get happily ever after I guess

-- Y'all listen we should all know this fic is definitely not canon because let's be real a fic where Ice fucking Brady is WNBA draftee that actually sticks on a roster...well it's gotta be fiction lol

[gaasuba]

First Kiss

A prequel to Disapproval

Link to AO3 1,108 words

Tags: fluff, idiots in love, they/them Hobie

"Excited for the extra time with you guys! Well.... I guess just 'you' today...." Miles wants to scream. 'Just you????' Come on, Miles, get it together! "I mean! Not 'just you' as in 'I don't want to hang out with you!' You know, I mean it like 'it's just us'," oh no that sounds too right! "Aaaagh! Look! What I mean is...." Miles takes a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself. It barely works.

Hobie is staring at him; amused, confused, and expectant.

Pav's and Gwen's portals close behind them, leaving earlier than usual, and now Miles is left alone with Hobie. It doesn't happen very often, but that was why Miles had planned this with them both earlier. He tries to hide his nerves as he takes off his mask and attempts to play dumb.

"They sure seemed in a rush. Wonder what's up with that," not that dumb!

"It happens," Hobie says with a shrug then pulling off their mask, "What about you? Usually busy with school work, innit?"

"All caught up, actually!" Pav had helped him get caught up two weeks ahead in case it took a while for a moment like this to come up. "Excited for the extra time with you guys! Well.... I guess just 'you' today...." Miles wants to scream. 'Just you????' Come on, Miles, get it together! "I mean! Not 'just you' as in 'I don't want to hang out with you!' You know, I mean it like 'it's just us'," oh no that sounds too right! "Aaaagh! Look! What I mean is...." Miles takes a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself. It barely works and he decides to commit to the truth.

He's already forgotten the number of this reality, too distracted by planning what to say in this moment, but its sunset is beautiful, so he feels it's a good enough place. Anyway, he's not sure he could handle coming up with more excuses for going somewhere else, and Hobie is staring at him; amused, confused, and expectant.

"Actually.... I asked them to leave early," Miles admits, "because I want to ask you something, but I'm not really sure how to ask it..." Hobie's expression softens and their eyes widen. They almost seem nervous as they shove their hands in their pockets.

"Oh yeah?" but their voice seems chill as ever, so maybe he's imagining things. "Well give it a go then." Miles bounces on his heels and closes his eyes as he focuses on his first words.

"When we first met, I thought you were the biggest jerk in the multiverse, but looking back at everything...." Miles' heart is pounding against his chest so hard that it's distracting. "You've been.... amazing ever since I first met you. Been rooting for me. Been looking out for me." Somehow the words bring a bit of relief. He manages to turn his bounce into a sway and to open his eyes, tho he can't bring his wandering gaze back to Hobie and he picks at the legs of his suit. "And I honestly can't imagine my life without you in it. So.... Look I know you don't like labels and this is for sure probably the wrong one but....!" He slams his eyes shut tight again, "Will you be my boyfriend!?" He's immediately embarrassed by how loudly he asked, but still, he opens his eyes again and finally forces himself to look at who he's been rambling at.

Miles has never seen Hobie this color before; pink and covered in scribbled hearts. That's good, right?

"Sunflower," the nickname makes Miles forget how to breathe for a moment. How long have they been thinking about calling him that?? "I'll take whatever labels you want to give us, so long as there's an 'us'." Miles is still stunned and processing their answer when they ask,

"Can I kiss you?" Miles considers his words for a second longer than he wishes he had, then quickly settles on a panicked,

"Of course!"

Still totally not smooth.... but Hobie doesn't seem to notice. They step closer, taking one hand out from a pocket to pull Miles' away from picking at his suit. He hadn't even noticed he was still doing it.

Distracted by attention being drawn to his picking, it takes him a moment to realize Hobie is holding his hand.

Distracted by Hobie holding his hand, it takes him a moment to realize they haven't moved again.

And he notices how their hand holding his is shaking.

So they are just as nervous as he is. So nervous they asked to kiss him and now are waiting to be kissed. Miles can barely handle how cute that is.

He uses his free hand to grab the back of Hobie's neck and pull them closer, taking in their awed expression before closing his eyes and letting his lips meet theirs. He feels Hobie's other hand rest on his waist, then gently pull him close....

Then shove him away with a shout!

"AH! Bleedin-!" They've turned pink and yellow.

"AHH!" Miles copies, jumping back before he realizes what happened.

He shocked them! And aren't those the colors they turn when they're angry?? Shit! He's already messed things up!

"I'm sorry!" he shouts, turning invisible. "I swear it was an accident! I'll focus better next time!" If there is a next time.... Please let there be a next time!

Hobie starts laughing. Miles just ruined their first kiss by shocking them and they're laughing!

"It's nothin, love," they say through the laughs.

Recovering from their amusement, they step forward and easily find Miles with one hand to pull him close again. The touch triggers them to turn back pink with the hearts. Their eyes are closed since they don't know where to look for him, but Miles can't stop staring at their smile. "You're amazing. I don't care if you shock me every time. I won't stop kissin you unless you ask me to."

Then why aren't they kissing him now?

Miles leans in again and kisses the heart scribbled across Hobie's lips. They tense for a moment, surprised, but relax into it quickly. While Miles focuses on not shocking them again, he also wills himself to turn back visible so they won't look like a weirdo kissing air.

He wraps his arms around Hobie's neck.

They wrap their arms around his waist.

They straighten their posture and it pulls Miles onto his toes but he doesn't mind.

He feels like he could stay here forever....

but he eventually notices the light though his eyelids fading as the sun sets, and supposes Hobie must have been serious when they said they'd never stop kissing him until he asked. He decides to make himself break the kiss.

The way Hobie is staring at him, gaze soft, lips slightly parted, illegible writing beginning to join the pink hearts, a barely readable cursive "sunflower" across their lips where the heart had been.... it makes Miles want to kiss them again so badly.

"I love you," Hobie says quietly.

"I love you too," Miles replies, then gives in and kisses them again.

[inazumaclown]

finally. the gouenji post where i rate his looks (soccer and school uniforms excluded).

gouenji is the face of the franchise along with endou and kidou, he has his own manga spinoff, and he's regularly elected as a fan favourite in every popularity contest.

canonically, gouenji has a huge fanclub of girls rooting for him and it's definitely not only because soccer.

so why is he so popular ?

well mostly because he's non verbal most of the time (girls love boys who can shut up), he makes bomb ass takoyaki, and he's also very handsome. but are his clothes helping or is he THAT handsome ? let's find out.

ah, the OG season 1 classic. the first ever outfit. he looks great. orange is as much his color as it is endou's, it suits him very well. we already know gouenji is careful with his looks, since he canonically spikes his hair every morning, and now, we can be sure the fucker knows how to dress himself. he knows how to make colors match, he even matches the sunset. truly unparalleled.

if kazemaru didn't exist, i would have fell in love with him. 10/10

OG season 2. man i want that hoodie. i want it so much. it's as cool in the game as it is in the anime.

i really like how this outfit manages to hide him and completely reveal him at the same time. the orange color, the fucking saiyen hairstyle under the hood. this dumbass had to keep the spikes even though he knew he had to hide them under a fucking hoodie that would ruin his work. it's called dedication. 11/10

before moving on to GO, (where the problems lies mostly), let's talk about two out of category looks.

i love gouenji's looks in the games, especially the very first. he looks like a whole different character, way more rebellious and loudmouthed with his frosted tips, jet black eyes and eyebrows, unbuttoned jacket (we'll talk about those) and single earring. he looks very homosexual. 10/10

after the first game tho, they dropped the delinquent look and he got the inverted pikachu treatment, they made him rounder. a little saddened but not complaining, they kept the best features. 8/10

one day i'll talk about the orion endings in detph, with all the emotions they triggered in me. persisting in giving him a hood is funny though. 7/10

OK NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT GO.

the ishido shuuji outfit. iconic.

my man looks EXPENSIVE and that's great. i can see the first game gouenji in him. i cannot tell if he's gay or european. the raybans, the blood read suit, the slutty unbuttoned shirt, the jewelry, the kazemaru blue streaks iN his unspiked hair ! this outfit would cost me more than my day job monthly salary. he's living the life.

i can't buy him as a villain but i can buy him as a mean girl. 100/10

the concept art is as good as the final design. i do get why they didn't keep the spikes for this look. he would have looked a little too much like a gay broly. not a bad thing but understandably unpreferable.

there it is. the glowdown.

his hair does look good unspiked but... where are the blue streaks. why is he suddely hiding his chest under three layes of clothing. gouenji darling you know warm colors suit you best so why the grey-blue-ish suit ? am i supposed to believe this is the real you ? i know it's not. i hope you find yourself. 4/10

OH BOY NEVERMIND WTF IS THIS.

wtf went through everybody's head while designing this. i get this is a way to mimic adult endou's charm but it does not work. gouenji isn't endou. you love endou because he's a very wholesome bundle of joy (voiced by naruto), and you love gouenji bc he is one half of the inazuma eleven equivalent of sasuke (kidou being the other half), you can't dress them the same way and not see the dissonance.

this man is not gouenji, this man buys cheap beers in the early afternoon without saying thank you to the cashier. this man pretends to be a metalhead. this man just divorced kanye. i would not trust him with my kids.

this is not a relaxed look, this is a sad, depressed look. please gouenji talk to someone. people love you. you can be helped. 0/10

conclusion : i don't know how they fucked up so bad at the end, they really made gouenji forgot about his hard-earned fashion skills. thank god he actually IS that handsome but before that he's all W after W. i'm eager to see him in victory road.

[rindough]

yeah sure!! can i be 💫 anon? if that one's taken 🎲 anon is also fine!

also Salvation Army by Harrison Whitford reminds me of so many characters... specifically tho it makes me think of Acheron having a s/o that she left behind but really it fits with anyone who would reminisce on a lost childhood/past and the people in it (wow that's a lot of the HSR cast huh)

assigneddd!!! ure now the bling bling anon :DD

ngl i also think that this song suits a lot or any character *calls entire hsr cast to go on set* well for me atm, i can envision this song with acheron, let's say you resided in xian zhou luo fu, a chef for a stall that many loved to frequent to.

the rain sometimes poured above your stall's shelter, and accompanied with the chitter chatter of your regulars? it only add more weight to your heavy heart that had to bear the weight of your lover leaving.

no one would want their lover to leave to venture out into the unknown, even if their lover had to, nobody would wish for them to venture into the haze only to never come back. everybody wants them to come home, safe and sound.

but why hasn't she come through the doorstep yet? why isn't there any "babe, i'm home!" in the quiet of your home.

the slit in your heart, it deepens at each creak you caused when your feet lands the old wooden floor, it aches dully in your chest at every window you open, only for cold wind to rush in. it aches at every sunrise and sunset.

it's not like acheron left you for good, but for some reason, this time when she had left to go on a mission. the kiss she places on your forehead was chaste, her mind on edge and her voice perhaps a little too sharp for your everyday conversation.

"i'm leaving now," she looks at you, hands firmly holding your shoulders in place, the morning air filling into your traditional home, the soft rumble of thunder sounding from far away. without warning, you tip toed and place a kiss on her lips, pulling her into a hug afterwards. acheron wraps her arms around you, a hand stroking the crown of your head as if she was trying to soothe you.

she'll be gone for a while, she doesn't want to leave you, but she had to. she need to get that income for the two of you.

but to make this much more easier to overcome, this moment when the two of you part, again... she decides to act a little colder, a little distant but honestly she came to realised later in penacony that it wouldn't make sense... given that you've been dating since a decade ago. she sometimes would face palm herself when she realises how confused you might be after that farewell, she blames herself for getting a little too caught up in those soap operas you two would watch at night.

acheron quietly makes a sharp turn in the alley of golden hour, sounds of puking and laughter not that far behind her. a few more steps and the hotel door was illuminating brightly in front of her. she longs for you, she misses your touch. thankfully it's the final commission for her current journey, time went by so fast, she couldn't count how many days or weeks have gone past. but she was sure it wasn't years away from you, speaking of you... you must've missed her dearly in your house. she enters a room after being redirected by the trailblazer, settling down into the tub. she closes her eyes, hopefully waiting for a different reality to wake her up, a reality that she is familiar with.

darkness washes over her, she could date back to that specific moment when she felt her heart doing summersaults and butterflies creeping up her stomach that she'd mistaken it to be a case of caffeine overload. she remembered the crash that accompanied shortly after you called out to her under the warm light of the lamppost in xian zhou luo fu. that night was a mere reunion for friends who had grown up together, but for some reason, she's here, just to accompany you to attend this meetup, even though she knows nuts about your childhood friends.

you weren't aware of her background back then and she couldn't blame you, she had just arrived to the area, got to know you for the sake of a mission, but somehow, found herself overstaying in the planet. boothill had called her to return for some other 'irrelevant' businesses but she couldn't be bothered. being here, in this bustling town, with you by her side, learning what had made up your childhood, how you do things here in this planet, what the people here enjoy the most... it all reminded her of warmth... like a home... something that she couldn't remember or understand about.

acheron feels as if she could be herself around you, breaking down that cold and mysterious demeanor that she displays on every visit to many different planets. so when you invited her out for this meetup as a plus one, she couldn't deny it. she wants to savor, to capture every single chance to get and stay close to someone she calls 'home'.

so that night, she realises something, but nothing good.

overstaying is one thing, but what if she *had* to leave one day, what if she was forced to leave? that wouldn't appear good to you nor her. who knows she would face a penalty? or what if... the way she's this attached to you, she could get in trouble, you could get in trouble.

so she did what she had to do, pulled you aside and told you that she's leaving tomorrow. and when you called out to her that night, disbelief written all over your face, eyes on the verge of tears at the fact that she'll be leaving not soon but tomorrow? she can't blame you for making her want to lean in, to press her lips against yours under the warm yet quiet night. to make you understand what she thinks of you.

when she opens her eyes once more, body floating in the dream tub, she raises a hand up, admiring the way it glistens under the light behind her.

she was determined to head back to you, in the comfort of your family home, into the warmth of your arms.

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