#Yes he’s wearing the same clothes after 10 years

[lumiere-errante]

Ford with his daughters!

[larriescompass]

ways to dispel gay rumors, according to louis tomlinson and harry styles:

1. write a love song, and include the place where you and your enemy lived together.

2. constantly walk away from your at the time girlfriend of nine years.

3. struggle to hold hands with and kiss your at the time girlfriend of several years.

4. repeatedly say ‘no’ when asked if you and your girlfriend are engaged.

5. but do say, ‘it’s confidential, but we’re already engaged,’ when asked when you are gonna propose to your best mate.

6. say you have a crush on your best mate, and that you’ve discussed it and say that it’s mutual.

7. when asked if the rumor is true, smile fondly and say yes.

8. when your best mate is talking about finding someone they would want to date, cough really obviously and loudly.

9. choose to play a song on your tour, where the first word has major involvement with the rumor.

10. when asked about the rumor, turn into a horse.

11. deny the rumor while emphasizing the word ‘obviously’ and MAKE SURE to be very sarcastic.

12. dress up rainbow bears on stage that represent gay artists.

13. dress up said rainbow bears in wedding outfits on stage with a picture positioned in front of it of a man named larry, while signing the photo with the words “love, larry.”

14. when you see something involving the rumor, give it a thumbs up!

15. get matching tattoos.

16. go to amsterdam with your wonderful girlfriend at the time, then come back and write a song where the first line is, “i went to amsterdam without you,”

17. having to adjust your pants because your best mate’s shirt popped open.

18. when your “mate” asks to give you a blowjob, respond with “i’d love it, if you’d just wait.”

19. when asked about your favorite traits in a female, say “not that important” about the person being a female.

20. look depressed whenever someone mentions your child.

21. cover a song where the main objective of the song is to be the girl just so you could be with the guy.

22. get a tattoo that you know people will link to the person involving the rumor.

23. dress up as queer idols for halloween.

24. go to gay bars.

25. bring your girlfriends to gay bars.

26. cook a meal for your girlfriend even though you didn’t even know her when you cooked it, and she was vegan at that time.

27. make a dopey fonding face while you’re staring at your best mate.

28. sexually tease each other on stage.

29. while your best mate is hyping himself up and says while referring to himself, “that’s just sex on legs,” agree and say, “yeah it is,” while giving him love eyes.

30. at your solo concert, point to a replica of the rainbow bear in the crowd that you and your best mate dressed up on stage.

31. change the lyrics of your song from “i love it” to “i love him.”

32. you must wear a vintage umbro t shirt that is very rare, and make sure to have your best mate show up wearing the same vintage rare umbro shirt just a few months later.

33. go completely MIA while your best mate has his off season, and pop back up in public when he goes back on tour.

34. host your own festival and have an artist with a song named “you’re not harry styles” perform during it.

35. consistently use colored lights that are heavily associated with the rumor during your concerts.

36. use art of your “totally platonic” friend’s tattoo for the spotify background of one of your songs.

37. do a photoshoot with clothes from a gay clothing brand that dates back to the fifties.

38. go to the same euros game and make sure to be seen in the same room together.

39. bite your best mate’s back after you deny the gay rumors.

40. look at your best mate and sing “i’m in love with lou, and all his little things” in a totally normal and platonic way.

[muriels-brainrot]

Muriel: After The First Date

Post-Route Headcanon 💚 | Just Fluff 🐇 | °•Drabbles°• | Masterlist (coming soon)

With a kiss and a goodnight, Muriel shuts his front door as the sound of your footsteps shrink into the forest. He is smiling to himself. The beam of your smile is fresh on his mind. So is the lovely fragrance of your clothes. The warmth of your embrace.

The privacy of his home allows him to dream. And maybe giggle and kick his feet a little without worrying about what anyone might think.

Muriel remains standing by the door, a huge smile stuck on his lips

He doesn't celebrate just yet. Instead he retreats to his bed and plops his face into the mattress. The stress of the day melts from his shoulders and seeps into the mattress

That's when it sets in. He did it. He finally did it. He went on a date with you!

He grabs one of his pillows and embraces it tightly, just as he held you in many times today. Then he nuzzles it lovingly, pretending it to be you

He replays your laughs, smiles, and gentle touches in his mind. You were so cute today he might just explode

He pauses. Wait a second, that's strange. The pillow smells like you

Taking another whiff. It turns out your scent is clinging to his shirt and some of it has transferred to his pillow

His smile grows into a giddy grin. Uh oh. He might enjoy this a little too much

A plan forms in his mind. He continues to nuzzle the heck out of this pillow, transferring all your scent into the fabric

Then, he springs from the bed to speed run his evening routine. He gargles, splashes cold water on his face, and slips on a pair of fresh underwear (that's all he wears to bed ;) )

Then, when all is done, he settles into the bed and snuggles up next you (the pillow you)

It's almost like you're actually lying next to him. The tiredness in his bones makes the pillow's softness feel more real. He smiles at himself with a blush. Is it normal to feel this way about another person?

Though he's a very tall man, he is 10 years old again, small and precious, as he seeks comfort in the safety of your imaginary chest

Yes, he feels this way every time he manages to be the rare little spoon when you both cuddle. Though he would never tell you that. The thought of you like this is already has his face burning beet-red. But him being alone allows him to shrug it off

However...

Doubt tickles the back of his mind. He lifts his head to face the door. How sure is he that you won't just suddenly show up? He doesn't think he can survive the thought of you knowing that he feels this way about you.

He lets out an exasperated sigh, worn out by his own worries. He settles back into your chest once more. His worries drown out by your warmth (mostly borrowed from his warmth, from him resting on the pillow this whole time)

He'll figure out the ethics of it in the morning. For now, he gives in to the exhaustion in his bones and falls fast asleep

It's a calm morning when he wakes up. Which is rare for him. There is a pleasant stillness in his chest, as if the air in his lungs were the same as the air outside his body. Not a single nightmare came to him in his sleep. But how could this be?

When he turns in his bed, the warmth of his pillow mixed with your scent brings him back to the warm fuzzy feelings of last night

He blushes as he lets out a raspy, sleepy chuckle at himself. Of course it was you

He sighs with a tiny smile on his lips. Funny, how you somehow always make him feel loved in the way that you do

He rolls over and savors that feeling for a while. It's too early to wake up yet anyway

He nuzzles back into your faint fragrance, letting the warm memory of your affection cradle him back to sleep

He'll go back to being tough and on his guard later. For now, he just wants to feel safe with you for a few more minutes

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 61

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

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Thursday, February 25; 10:00 AM - Lucy's Apartment

"I still can't believe your brother was jealous of me," Lucy whispered as she walked down the hallway.

Joan crashed like a fly last night after the party, so I took the chance to share what was said. It was brief, as we were tired ourselves, but the essential points were covered. His behavior surprised her as much as it did me, but at least we understood the reasons behind it.

"Me neither, I have to admit," I confessed with a small laugh, following her steps. "I expected a lot of things from him, but certainly not that."

"He must have felt abandoned. You haven’t been in Barcelona for several months now. It's different from last year when you were there all the time."

I didn't reply right away as Lucy opened the living room door delicately. Our friends ended up sleeping here last night, given how late it was and the amount of alcohol we all drank. It was the most reasonable thing to do, considering the state of some. Mapi and Ingrid took the guest room, while Jenni and Alexia slept on the sofa bed. I expected to still see them asleep, given the time, but that wasn’t the case. At least, Alexia was awake and gave us a shy smile when she saw us. She was sitting against the back of the sofa with her phone in hand, wearing one of my pajamas I lent her last night since there was no way they could all stay in their party clothes. Jenni, however, was nowhere to be found.

"Hey," she greeted us with a small wave.

"Hey," Lucy replied while I quietly closed the doors to avoid disturbing the others who were still asleep. "Are you alone?"

"Jenni went home to grab some clothes. She shouldn’t be long. Did you sleep well?"

"It’s more like we should be asking you that," I said with a smile. "Was the sofa too hard?"

"You should know how it is, since you've used it before," Lucy teased as she headed to the kitchen.

"Really?" Ale asked curiously. "I thought you two always slept together. But to answer your question, I found it surprisingly comfortable."

"I only used it once," I rolled my eyes. "That was the night Lucy turned me down."

"Oh... sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up something like that," Ale said, apologetic.

"You couldn’t have known," I reassured her.

"If it were up to me, she would’ve never slept here," Lucy chimed in. "But we all know how stubborn she can be when she wants to."

"Well, at the same time... she had her reasons," Ale defended me.

Lucy shot her a glare, immediately making Alexia shrink. I stifled a laugh. Despite the progress between them, Lucy’s school reputation still preceded her.

"You know, Alexia, I was starting to like you... If you want that to continue, you’ll need to be on my side," she said in that serious tone I recognized all too well.

"Luce, stop intimidating her," I scolded.

"What? I joined you that night and apologized for everything after," she said, slightly offended.

I bit my lip to stop from laughing at Ale’s expression. Yes, this was indeed Lucy standing in front of her, and she was finally getting the privilege of seeing her true nature.

"Is she always this sensitive?" she whispered to me, making me burst into laughter.

"I told you, she’s nothing like the Lucy you knew from school," I replied with a shrug.

"Where did Jenni go?" Lucy asked, having heard none of that. "Do you think she could still grab some bread and pain au chocolat so we could all have brunch together?"

"Brunch?" I repeated enthusiastically.

The first time I had the chance to do a brunch was during our vacation, and I loved it, so I’d be happy if we had another one together.

"Well, given the time the girls will wake up, it’s a good idea, right? That way, we won’t have to eat at noon."

"Oh yes, it’s a great idea," Ale agreed. "You don’t mind us staying, do you? You already invited us last night..."

I smiled at her shyness. It was so obvious that Lucy still made her uncomfortable. I bet she still couldn’t believe she was at her house right now. Even addressing her was a big challenge at first. It’s still hard now. She doesn’t know Lucy well enough outside of school to manage it properly, but that will come in time. I’m sure of it.

"Of course not. This wouldn’t be the first time we’ve done this after a party, and I’m not about to kick you out."

"Well, then I’ll try to reach her. Can I go out on the balcony?"

"Yes, of course."

"Thanks."

She got up from the sofa with the blanket still draped over her shoulders before heading outside. I took advantage of her departure to join Lucy in the kitchen.

"How can I help?" I asked.

"You can set the table if you want."

"Is that all?" I pouted.

"Well, you can get the cutlery while I get the brunch stuff out. We can switch if you prefer."

"Hmm... no."

"Then that’s it," she said, turning toward the fridge.

I inhaled softly as I hugged her from behind before she could open the door. She tensed at first, surprised by the gesture, but relaxed a second later. I rested my head on her shoulder after kissing her cheek.

"Thank you for being nice to Ale. It’s important to her."

"She’s actually pretty nice," she murmured.

She turned around, and I smiled when she placed her hands on my waist. She applied slight pressure to push me back until I was against the counter. Without warning, she lifted me onto it effortlessly, causing me to let out a small gasp of surprise, which was quickly silenced by her lips. It was a deep kiss, much more intense than I had expected. I shivered as her hand slid under my shirt, her soft caresses on my stomach conveying her love. I knew why. She wasn’t happy I had brought up the sofa incident. I wrapped my arms around her neck to pull her closer and then my legs around her waist. My fingers tangled in her hair as she kissed my neck.

"I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much. You know that, right?"

I closed my eyes, biting my lip as she nibbled at my skin. I knew exactly what she was doing, but I didn’t have the heart to stop her. I loved her marks on my skin.

"I know," I whispered.

She still felt guilty about what she’d done. I could feel it in her touch. How could she? She’s so strong. She should know she’s already forgiven. I gently forced her to raise her head so I could reclaim her lips as passionately as she had the first time. I would have kept going if the balcony door hadn’t opened. My face turned bright red as I saw Ale’s expression. I didn’t know which of us was more embarrassed. Lucy, though, didn’t seem fazed at all. Even though she had stepped away from me, she continued to caress me under my shirt.

"Um, I can go back outside if you’d like..." Ale offered.

"No, it’s fine," Lucy responded, releasing her hold on me.

"A-are you sure? Really, I can go back outside."

"It’s fine, Ale," Lucy laughed. "Come help Ona set the table instead."

With that, I knew our conversation was over. I jumped off the counter to do as Lucy had asked. I grabbed the cutlery, which Alexia quickly took from me to set the table. Meanwhile, Lucy began gathering the ingredients we’d need for brunch.

"Do you know if you have any plans today?" Lucy asked.

I knew she wasn’t talking to me, so I didn’t respond. Instead, I went to the table with my arms full of plates I had carefully counted.

"Um, no, nothing in particular, I think," Ale replied. "Why?"

- I had thought we could take a walk around town and stop by the place we bought since you wanted to see it, Ona.

- I thought we were going to the zoo today? I replied.

- Well, we could easily go tomorrow. It’s supposed to be a day trip, and considering the time, we’d better push it to later.

- Joan is going to be disappointed.

- I told you not to tell him, she scolded me. It's not like we’re canceling it.

- Yeah, yeah, I know, I said, rolling my eyes. You’re right, as always.

I said it in a tired tone, making Alexia smile in front of me. It's clear that she knows us well by now. That’s what I love about Lucy. We can switch from tenderness to teasing or even little conflicts. It's quite funny. I jump with a surprised gasp when someone smacks my butt hard.

- Are you out of your mind? I half-yelled at a mocking Lucy.

- That’s what happens when you make fun of me.

This time, I didn't laugh. Even though her gesture was meant in jest, it's not something I tolerate. At least, not since Feli. Lucy, still amused, doesn't seem to notice my mood. It's only when she tries to kiss me, and I turn my head, that she seems to realize her mistake.

- Baby...

- It's fine, I’m okay.

I pull away from her grasp and head back to the kitchen, leaving Alexia to set the last plates. Lucy follows me, but she doesn’t make any further attempts as I take out the glasses. She understands it’s not the right time, so she continues to gather the last ingredients. I return to Ale to hand her the glasses. She clears her throat, likely not understanding the heavy atmosphere.

- So, Joan was jealous of Lucy, from what you said last night, right?

I smiled at her, silently thanking her for changing the topic. I appreciate Ale for that. She never pushes with questions, and even when she does, she's patient enough to wait for the answers.

- You could say that, I replied. It’s my fault, though. I promised him things before I left, and he realized it won’t happen.

- Yes, I remember. You would have done anything to go back home.

- Yeah, but unexpected things happen.

- Oh, so I’m an unexpected thing now? Lucy joined in the conversation.

I turned to look at her. She seemed slightly offended, but I couldn’t tell if it was from my comment or my earlier reaction. I bit my inner lip, trying to control myself.

- Well, we can’t exactly say you were planned in my life. I mean, you were. I expected someone to be on my back at school, but I imagined someone much older and much more...

I paused as I heard Alexia stifle a laugh. I realized what I had just said.

- Yeah, anyway, I definitely didn’t expect someone like you, I concluded.

I was surprised when I first saw her. If I were honest with myself, I was captivated from day one. Her behavior and appearance always unsettled me. No one else could have had the same effect on me just because she knew how to temper my actions with her advantage.

- Hmm.

She was sulking. That’s a first. She must not have understood me... Or maybe she’s still upset about my earlier reaction.

- I guess you’re going to have him over often now, Ale mentioned, referring to my brother.

- No, not necessarily, I replied.

- And why not? Lucy retorted coldly.

- Well, there are other ways to communicate these days. It would probably be better if one of us didn’t always have to make the trip.

- Hmm... If you say so.

I stared at Lucy, who was clearly avoiding me. Meanwhile, Alexia was still trying to ease the conversation.

- So... Do you think you managed to reassure him? Ale asked.

- I hope so. We’ll see, I said with a small smile.

- We should have him over more often at first, Lucy returned to the topic. Otherwise, he’ll hate me even more. And with your best friend already on my case, I don’t need your brother on top of that.

That was the last straw. I was about to respond, but the hallway door opening stopped me. Part of me was relieved because I would have probably lost my temper. Joan peeked his head out. I immediately calmed down to avoid him noticing anything. He still looked a bit tired. Knowing him, he probably got out of bed as soon as he realized we weren’t there, since he must have slept with us. He approached me, reaching out his arms. I smiled and picked him up, resting him on my hip.

- Hey, I said as he shyly hid his face in my neck. Did you sleep well?

He nodded, snuggling closer. His reaction was partly due to fatigue, but also to Ale's presence. Even though he spent some time with her last night, he remained very shy. I smiled before glancing back at Lucy, who was setting the last things on the table.

- I’m going to make the bed, she announced coldly before heading toward the hallway.

I panicked. No, she was really not in a good mood, and I was starting to worry. Without needing to ask, Alexia was already beside me to take Joan. I handed him over. My brother grumbled slightly, but he didn’t seem to realize he was already in my roommate’s arms, still half asleep.

- Go after her, Alexia murmured with a nod toward the hallway.

I nodded, grateful for her understanding. I followed Lucy’s trail.

- Baby, I called out.

The hallway was already empty. I hurried into the bedroom. The shutters were open, and she was about to start on the bed. I closed the door because I had a feeling this conversation wouldn’t go well.

- Luce, I whispered.

- What? she replied coldly.

- I don’t like it when you’re like this.

- Like what, exactly?

- When you’re angry. It’s not like you. What’s wrong?

I tried to touch her while she had her back to me, but she wouldn’t let me. She quickly pulled away, creating distance between us. I felt a lump in my throat. I didn’t know what to expect.

- What’s wrong? she repeated. Are you kidding me?

I blinked slowly. Wow, I had never seen Lucy like this before. At least not in private. I didn’t like the distance she was putting between us. I tried to take a step forward, but her expression stopped me. She wanted me to stay away.

- You don’t like it, do you?

- Like what…?

- When I create distance between us. So why do you do it?

- I-it’s not like that, I replied, my voice shaky.

Lucy closed her eyes, running a hand over her face. She stayed like that for a moment before opening her eyes. Tears had formed in mine. I hated us fighting.

- Come here, she murmured.

She opened her arms, and I didn’t hesitate to go into them. I clung to her pajama top, as if she was going to push me away again. She didn’t. Instead, she kissed my head.

- I have a lot of patience, Ona. I can take a lot of things… But I forbid you to push me away again.

I widened my eyes against her chest. I tried to pull back, but she held me firmly. I parted my lips to respond, but she continued without giving me the chance.

- I’m not her. Even if my action was inappropriate, your reaction was exaggerated. I thought we were past the stage where you feared my touch. I guess I was wrong. Your reaction caught me off guard. I’ll be more careful next time.

I shook my head against her. This loosened her grip, and I took the chance to lift my head. Our eyes met in silence. I took her hand and placed it on my butt. She tried to pull it away, but I placed my own hand over hers.

- I-I didn't expect it. It was unexpected, and my reaction was instinctive because you had never touched me like that before.

I pressed her hand to help her understand what I meant. We cuddle, sure, but we had never really gotten handsy. Lucy seemed to grasp the meaning of my words. She gently pressed her hand under mine.

- I didn’t want to push you away, but in that moment, you reminded me of Feli because you reacted in a way she might have. I know it was playful, but in a normal situation, you wouldn't have done that.

- I don’t like that you keep thinking of her, she growled.

Her grip on my rear tightened suddenly, as did her other arm around my shoulders. I was pressed against her again. I smiled softly, kissing the skin of her neck.

- I know, and you're making her fade away, I promise. Once we’re at our best, she won’t be on my mind anymore. It’ll be just you.

And I meant it. Lucy had rebuilt everything Feli destroyed: my trust, physical touch, love.

- Maybe it’s time we take things to the next level, don’t you think?

Lucy looked at me curiously, tilting her head with a small smile.

- What do you mean by that? I’ve just been respecting your boundaries.

- You respect them a bit too much if you ask me.

I grabbed her butt to emphasize my point. A glimmer of mischief lit up her face. I was right. She needed more. For her remarkable patience, I owed her that much, even if it meant pushing myself past certain limits. She claimed my lips, and I gladly accepted her tender kiss. I didn’t have to be afraid anymore. I was in good hands, no doubt about it. If I wanted to move forward, I had to break the limits I had set, and this was clearly one of them.

- If that's what madam wants, I’ll do my best to satisfy her, she murmured against my lips.

- Good.

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her again. As I slowly pulled away, I remembered something she mentioned earlier.

- About Mapi...

- I don’t want to talk about it, she muttered. Ingrid will handle it. She wasn’t happy about her outburst last night.

- No! I panicked slightly. Tell her I’ll take care of it.

- Absolutely not.

- Why not? She’ll listen to me.

- Listen, babe, I know you two have your little world since you’ve been inseparable... You may have accepted to step out of that cocoon, but Mapi clearly hasn’t.

- You don’t know her like I do, I snapped. She’s had to manage on her own for a long time. I’ve been her anchor, that’s why—

- You don’t need to get involved anymore, she cut me off. It’s up to Ingrid now. She’s had to manage on her own early in life too, remember? She’ll know how to handle it.

- Yes, but—

- But nothing, Ona. Mapi is stuck in the past. I know you're moving forward because of me, so there's no way I’m letting her drag you back with her.

I stayed quiet this time. She was right... Ever since Mapi arrived, she had kept me tethered to our memories. I relented, lowering my head.

- I care about her, I really do, Lucy continued. I know she means a lot to you, and I accept that. But you’ve already talked to her, I have too, and you saw the scene she made last night. It can't go on like this.

I nodded. Mapi had gone too far. It had been a while since she had put me in such an awkward situation. She had forced Lucy to talk about private matters between us just to defend herself.

- It’s time for action, but this time, Ingrid needs to handle it. Not you, not me—her. That’s her girlfriend. She has to know how to deal with her jealousy issues.

I bit my lip but accepted her words. From their perspective, Mapi’s reaction must have seemed outrageous. From ours, it was less shocking. We had always been like that. But Lucy was right—it wasn’t just about the two of us anymore. We had girlfriends now, and Mapi still seemed stuck in the past. I couldn’t blame her. Unlike me, she hadn’t been here long enough to fully break away from Barcelona. I hoped that when she came here, she would take it as a fresh start.

- I know it’s complicated, babe, but I wouldn’t want Mapi or Ingrid to meddle in a problem that concerns us first and foremost.

I nodded again, at a loss for words. It was hard to admit. My mind struggled to hand things over to Ingrid, but it had to be done if we wanted to make a real impact.

- Promise me you won’t get involved.

- I won’t, I replied. I understand what you mean.

- Thank you, she whispered.

She kissed my forehead. It didn’t last long. We were forced to separate when there was a knock at the door. At least we had time to finish our conversation.

- Yes? Lucy called.

Alexia opened the door gently, holding Joan’s hand. I bit my lip when I saw the little boy with tears in his eyes.

- I’m sorry. He fell back asleep, but when he woke up again, he only wanted you, Alexia explained.

- It’s okay, no worries, I reassured her.

I approached to take my brother in my arms while Lucy finished making the bed. The smell of eggs and grilled bacon filled the air. I raised an eyebrow, and before I could ask, Alexia gave me the answer.

- Jenni’s back. She wanted to lend a hand.

- Let’s go before she burns my kitchen.

I smiled as Lucy placed a hand on the small of my back. We left, and she closed the bedroom door behind us. I stroked Joan’s back, who still didn’t seem willing to leave my neck. If he had seen Jenni, his reaction didn’t surprise me. He seemed quite intimidated by her yesterday. She was the only one he hadn’t spoken to yet. Then again, she was pretty muscular. Luckily, she hadn’t met Lucy’s other friends yet. Jenni had the least intimidating build of the bunch. When we returned to the living room, we noticed everyone was already there. I hoped our little spat hadn’t woken the girls. I couldn’t imagine having to explain our conversation to my best friend. Speaking of her, she looked less cheerful than last night, but that didn’t stop her from smiling at us and saying:

- Well, did you two need some quiet time or what?

Mapi’s tone carried a clear implication. There was a touch of amusement, but not as much as she might usually add. The fact that she didn’t know why we were in the bedroom meant Alexia hadn’t said anything. That girl was an angel. I’d have to thank her later.

- Hmm, hmm. Last night wasn’t enough for us, Lucy replied.

Her hand slid from my back, not missing the opportunity to touch my rear along the way. Then she joined Jenni in the kitchen. I quickly glanced between my girlfriend and Mapi and saw that Mapi had noticed everything, judging by her expression.

- You good? Lucy asked Jenni.

- Yeah, don’t worry. I’ve got this.

I smiled at their interaction before sitting down next to Ale. Joan was still in my arms, and he wasn’t about to leave. Even though he had gone to bed earlier than we had, I had insisted on putting him to bed to avoid keeping him up too late. I then smiled at Ingrid, who gave me a knowing look. I was almost certain she had already talked to Mapi; otherwise, Mapi would’ve already reacted to Lucy’s earlier comment. If she could calm her down, that would be great.

- Did you sleep well? I asked.

- Pretty well, yes, thank you, Ingrid replied. And you?

- Lucy says Joan kicks in her sleep, but apparently, it only happened on her side, so for me, it went just fine.

My comment got everyone laughing. Jenni and Lucy joined us at the table. Lucy took the spot between Mapi and me, while Jenni sat across from us. Everything had been set up before our conversation. We had planned to place a chair between Ale and me, but with Joan clinging to me, I wasn’t about to try separating him.

- "Alright, everyone help yourselves. The drinks are here," Lucy announces, showing two carafes.

She hands me one, and I take it without thinking.

- "It's warm milk."

- "Thanks," I reply with a smile. "Well then, bon appétit!"

Everyone repeats in unison before diving into the magnificent brunch we threw together at the last minute. This day is starting off pretty well after all.

Thursday, February 27th; 12:30 PM - Downtown

- "Why aren't we going to the zoo?"

I place my hand on Lucy's thigh as she sighs at the question my brother has already asked ten times since we left her apartment. It's quite tense having a little brother who's become fussy and a girlfriend who definitely lacks patience with kids. It's a bit absurd, considering her job.

- "We’ll go tomorrow, Jo. Stop pouting now, or you’ll be going home tomorrow night."

He groans, crossing his arms to show his displeasure. From the rearview mirror, I can also see him staring out the window instead of at us. I take this moment to turn to Lucy. She seems relieved that I managed to calm him down. After having a full belly, my brother was wide awake, and it was hard to make him understand our change of plans.

- "You're seriously going to have to lend me some patience for later," Lucy grumbles.

A small laugh escapes me as I squeeze her thigh. Things between us are much better now after our talk. My request seems to have changed her. She’s holding back much less, and that feels really good. I felt guilty for restraining her from something she has every right to enjoy.

- "Are we almost there?"

I bite my lip to stifle a laugh. Lucy’s going to lose it, for sure. She’s holding her breath now. With a teasing smile, I answer:

- "Almost, Joan. Just a few more minutes," I say, seeing we’re approaching downtown.

We’ve stuck to our original plan of checking out the future gym. I’m not exactly sure where it’s located, but we shouldn’t be far. I’m excited, and Lucy’s enthusiasm is contagious. She’s proud to show me her project taking shape, even though she warned me it’s still very much a work in progress. Jenni will start the renovations next week. For now, like everyone else, she's enjoying some well-deserved time off. She’s arranged with her boss to start early and finish early, so she can work in the evenings and on weekends.

Ten minutes later, we park in a private lot that I presume belongs to the place. About fifteen spots are available. I’m the first to get out to make sure Joan doesn’t run off into the nearby crowd. They really chose a lively neighborhood, which will definitely be good for their small business. The second car, carrying the other two couples with us, quickly parks next to ours.

- "So, here we are," Mapi comments, slamming the door right beside me.

We share a knowing smile as our eyes meet. She’s finally calmed down and is tolerable again. Her conversation with her girlfriend must have worked. Lucy eventually joins me, sliding her hand along my back. I let her guide me while holding my little brother's hand. I expected to enter through the front, but it looks like she’s leading me around to the back.

- "You're making me use the staff entrance already?" I joke, which makes her laugh too.

- "Of course, you’re a VIP after all."

- "Oh yeah? For what reason?"

- "For being my girlfriend. You’ll make people envious if they see you going through here."

I giggle, lightly hitting her arm. It’s the first time she’s bragged about her looks in front of me. She laughs in turn, wrapping her arm around me to guide me inside after switching on the lights.

- "Just kidding. No one’s going to be hitting on me."

That sounds more like her. Lucy’s not one to recognize her own beauty, even though she gives off the opposite impression at work. I’m glad I know her personally so I can say:

- "Oh, they’ll try, but I’ll be there to remind them you’re taken. After all, I’ll be using the VIP door."

- "And you’ll even get private lessons."

Alexia jumps in on this comment.

- "And what about me? Do I get that too?" she asks her girlfriend, who laughs.

- "Of course, darling."

We walk down a small hallway of white stone until we stop at a door on our left. Lucy opens it, revealing what I recognize as a small kitchen. It’ll likely serve as the break room once it’s fixed up. There’s a dilapidated sink and some old furniture. The walls are slightly yellowed, likely stained by cigarettes, given the smell. Thankfully, there’s a window at the back. We’ll be able to air it out.

- "This will be the kitchen," Lucy says as we all enter.

The room is big enough to hold everyone.

- "Everything will be ripped out and redone," Jenni explains. "We’ll add a table in the middle for breaks and that sort of thing."

We continue the tour with a room next door, which turns out to be restrooms. Surprisingly, they’re completely renovated and functional. I notice a set of double doors farther along on our right, but Lucy leads us upstairs instead. The stairs wind up to a landing, and we arrive at the upper floor. In front of us, everything is open, with a railing overlooking the massive main room, which Lucy just lit up.

- "Wow."

The word slips out, and our friends quickly echo my reaction. Mapi whistles while Ingrid congratulates our friends on their purchase. The space is vast, with stone-covered walls giving it an industrial vibe, further enhanced by the large black lamps hanging from the ceiling. There are doors on either side, and I can already imagine the locker rooms. The main entrance is marked by a large door flanked by floor-to-ceiling windows. They’re tall, though not high enough to reach the ceiling, which goes up to the height of the upper floor. For now, the windows are covered with brown paper to block the view from curious onlookers outside, but I can see sunlight filtering around the edges.

- "Do you like it?" Lucy asks as I approach the railing next to her.

- "It’s beautiful. You guys made a great choice. What’s behind those doors?" I ask, pointing to either side.

- "On the right, we’ll have the locker rooms," she says, gesturing to the right-side doors. "On the other side, there’s a hallway with several rooms. That’s where we’ll hold classes. Everything still needs to be set up, but overall, the place is in good condition."

- "What was this place before?" Ingrid asks.

- "A dance studio. It belonged to an older lady who was retiring and didn’t have anyone to take over."

That explains the mirrors along the side. They make the room feel even larger, and I wonder if they plan to keep them. I quickly get my answer.

- "They’ll be taken down," Lucy tells me, noticing what’s caught my eye.

- "Why?"

- "We want people to feel comfortable. We don’t want our clients comparing themselves to each other, especially since we’ll have all kinds of body types."

I get her reasoning. I’d feel awkward if some buff guy kept checking himself out in the mirror. Jenni continues explaining their plans, like keeping the ceiling lights, while Lucy discreetly takes my hand and leads me with her. I glance back to check on Joan, who’s with Mapi and Ingrid. Knowing he’s in good hands, I follow my girlfriend. She opens the only set of double doors on this floor, leading us into a large room with an old wooden desk in the middle. It’s a bit dusty.

- "She left you the furniture?" I ask, running a finger over it.

- "Just a few pieces she couldn’t get rid of."

- "It’s beautiful," I say admiringly. "You should keep it."

- "Maybe I will."

I turn to her with a small smile. It’s still hard to believe she kept this huge project hidden from me all this time. Of course, I’m proud and happy for her that she’s come this far. She didn’t owe me any explanations until now. Now, I’m excited to share in her dream. My life’s changes have been sudden, and I’m not sure what the future holds.

- "You’re going to be a great entrepreneur. You made the right call going for this."

- "Thank you..." she replies with a soft smile.

- "Do you think I’ll get the same chance as you?"

She laughs softly, pulling me into her arms and planting a kiss on the tip of my nose. I close my eyes at the gesture, enjoying her tenderness. I smile as her hands slip into the back pockets of my jeans. I open my eyes again.

- "It’s not about luck, just persistence. Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll get back to you soon."

I sigh, resting my head on her shoulder. I appreciate how well she understands me. The silence surrounding my interview leaves me uneasy, but I hope everything will work out. It’s the only thing missing for now.

- "I love you," Lucy murmurs, making me smile again.

This woman is exceptional. I kiss her neck in response. I’ll tell her I feel the same way soon, but not just yet. I want to say it at the right moment, with everything planned out like she did with me. She deserves it because she’s the love of my life, and I’ll support her in every moment.

[theheathenousfish]

How do we feel about dad andreil?

At 3am On February 29 Neil and Andrew got a call from the adoption agency saying a little baby was just born and in need of a home.

At the hospital, a few hours later, Neil is holding the baby with the softest look Andrew had ever seen on his face. “Drew. Look at him.” Neil whispers. Andrew tries valiantly to keep his eyes dry and fails miserably. He looks up at the social worker “ has he been given a name?” He asks. “No. His mother was unable to give him one.” The social worker told them. “May we ask what happened to her?” Neil questioned. “ all I can say is it was a mental health emergency that ended in her death. You two get that honour. Do you have a name in mind?” The social worker states. “Cadence vaughn” Neil and Andrew say at the same time.

(Fast forward 3 years)

Neil and Cade are shopping for clothes for preschool. “Daddy!” Cade screams and Neil jumps “yes, fox?” “Look! Bros!” “Sorry? Say that again” “bros. It’s pink. Can I have it?” Cade points towards a hair bow display. “ which one do you want fox?” Neil asks. “sparkle pink!” Cade says. At the checkout line the cashier looks at the bow and at Cade “you’re buying a bow? Where’s your daughter?” The cashier gives Neil a dirty look. “ yes I’m buying a bow, this little one picked it out” Neil replies calmly, avoiding showing is irritation. “Do you think papa will like it daddy?” Cade inquires. “I think Drew will love it, fox.” Neil smiles down at the little ball of chaos.

“Papa! Papa! Papa! Father!” Cade runs into the house. “ father? You make me sound old, kid.” Andrew says with a smile. “But you are papa. Look! I have a brow!” “That’s a very pretty bow, buddy. Would you like me to put it in your hair?” Andrew asks “yes! I wanna be pretty!” Cade gushes

(Fast forward until Cade is 10)

“Dad, paps, can we talk?” Andrew and Neil put their books down turning their attention toward their kid “ is there something wrong?”neil questions. “I want to go by Sophia.” “ So Sophia, is there anything else that you want to tell us?” Andrew asks “I’m a girl. I go by she/ her and I want to start puberty blockers.” She says trying not to cry. “Oh, sweetheart, come here. You can cry. Did you think we would get mad?” Neil asks pulling Sophia into his arms. “ Sophia, we love you. Nothing can ever change that.” Andrew reassures his daughter “fox, do you want us to make an appointment to discuss puberty blockers?” Neil asks her. “Yes please. Also can we go shopping?” Sophia asks her parents. They spend $5,000 the next day.

(Fast forward until Sophia is 16)

“Salutations, father! I have information. Get dad.” Sophia yells through the house after she comes home from a weekend trip with her friends. “Hello, paps. How was your day? It was good thanks. Yours?” Andrew teases. Sophia rolls her eyes “paps, I need to talk to you and dad. Soon preferably” “fox? How was your weekend?” Neil walks into the lounge. “ sit. I have news. Ok, so, as you know I have been going out with Asher.” She starts “ yes ,chaos, we are aware” Andrew responds “shush I’m talking. He asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes. Thoughts?” Neil smiles “ are you happy?” She nods “then I’m fine. You’re a responsible young woman. We trust you” “also, can I stay at his house tonight?” She asks. “Yes you may.” Andrew says. The thanks them and rushes to the door “don’t you dare get him pregnant!” Neil yells after her. “Dad!”

(Fast forward to Sophia’s wedding)

Andrew is helping his daughter get ready for her wedding day. As he does her hair he pulls out the pink sparkly bow she got when she was 3 “ I brought this for you, kid. You don’t have to wear it” Andrew says and holds it out. “Paps! I thought I lost this! Can you put it in my hair?” Neil walks in just as Andrew secures the bow. “Oh my god sweetheart you look gorgeous.” Neil tells her “ oh, don’t cry, chaos. Shh you’re going to ruin your makeup.” Andrew says and pulls her into a hug

Andrew watches Neil walk his daughter down the aisle and to the alter. Neil comes and sits down beside Andrew “I’m so proud of her” Andrew confesses to his husband “she knows, babe”

I needed supportive dads. Have them.

[buzzyb33]

Hey!! Could I please request a fic for Danny Aarons?! Nobody writes for him and they should because he is absolutely beautiful! Maybe where you’re also a YouTuber and friends with Danny and pretty much everyone in the uk YouTube scene and it’s the night of the sidemen 10 year party and he confesses he loves u. Thank u!!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Of course!! This is a great idea and I love my boy Danny.

Prompt: in request.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, bit long, detail on reader appearance.

I sit at my desk as I record a Fortnite video with Danny, Simon and Josh.

I go through my locker as the three talk.

“Y/n hurry up and pick a fucking skin” Danny groans.

“Shut up Danny wait..” I respond in a distracted tone.

I scroll through my locker and settle on panda team leader.

I ready up and sip my water.

“Simon don’t take all my kills again either.” I shoot as I adjust my position.

Josh laughs and Danny speaks up before Simon.

“Wait- you two play together?” He asks a little confused to which Simon laughs.

“Thanks for watching my videos mate.”

-

Later on when playing I look at Josh’s skin and do the high five emote, Simon is still recording and he does the emote with me.

Josh laughs and pipes up “you coming to the party next week? I know you said you might but..”

“Hm? Oh yeah probably don’t wanna miss that- it’s important for you lot so-“

Danny cuts in quickly. “Can we go together y/n you don’t live too far away from me.” Simon hums in acknowledgement at Danny’s eagerness.

“Sure okay- I’ll message you, you can come mine and have some pre drinks with me.”

After that recording I did a few more on the same scenes to clear my schedule knowing how pissed I’ll get, recording a video with Deji just a simple TikTok reaction:

“Eugh- dej! That guy is so- mmmm- eww look.”

I say as beavo eating rice comes up.

“When I first saw him he actually made me physically gag at my phone- he’s rank.”

I say in a passionate tone and he laughs loudly.

“Would- you do the same content?” He cuts himself off from his laughs.

I chuckles and shake my head.

“Nah then I’d have to pay for an editor because I can’t watch myself do that..” I shake my head.

“Wait you edit all your own videos?” He says to me sincerely.

“And your other channels?”

“Yeah! I edit for my main, second and I mod my own social medias, while I pay Danny Aaron’s editor to do my twitch shit so- yeah,” I hum as I adjust my hair.

“Oh cool- Kay then.”

The next day when I was getting my clothes ready for the next day I got a FaceTime call from Danny, answering it wouldn’t be a problem, would help me pass the time.

I answer and smile into the phone, propping it upon my monitor as I logged around my room, AirPods in.

“Hey Danny!”

I call as I look for a dress.

“Hi- what you doing?” He responds, taking an inward breath.

“Pickin’ an outfit for tomorrow dunno to go for pink or white..” I let a ghost of a smile wonder on my lips as I shift through my many clothes.

“Pink- you look p- pinks a better colour especially in dresses, anyway.”

He says and I pop my head back into frame, my freckles dusting my face and light blue yes looking into the camera.

“Alright- yeah you’re probably right I’ll pick some stocking then we can talk, yeah?”

I pick a light pink play suit, white stockings and white flats, I put my outfit down and talk to Danny through it, after that I sat at my desk and spoke to him, a gentle tone in his voice which seemed to be only present around certain people.

“What’re you wearing Danny?”

I say after a couple minutes of silence on the call, my attention taken up by the sims.

“I dunno- cargos and a shirt. Yeah.”

-

The next day as I get out the shower, I put my clothes on and start on my makeup I get a knock on my door.

“Come in Danny! I’m in my room!”

I shout and I hear my door open and footsteps ascending toward my room.

He leaks his head round and gives me a cheesy grin.

“Hey y/n.”

He was in a crisp white shirt with a blue spray paint font smiley face at the back. He was in black cargos and to match his shirt, crisp white airforces.

“You look smart, Mr Aarons.” I smile and he smiles back, sitting in my bed.

“You look pretty, miss l/n.” He retorts, the grin not leaving his face.

We speak as I do my makeup, about videos, friends, family, us.

Mad I finish my makeup I order him to get the drinks from my kitchen as long as some glasses.

I smile as I face my chair toward the bed where he sits, pouring a vodka coke.

“You excited? I’m looking forward to it.”

I Say with a cheeky grin, leaning forward slightly and sipping it.

He smiles and nods.

I lean back and smile, flicking my light brown hair behind my shoulder.

“When should I call the Uber, n/n?”

“15 minutes let’s get the buzz.”

I grin at him.

Over the next 15 minutes, the two got laughs in, and Danny even getting a confidence boost.

In the taxi, Danny let his arm hand loosely across Y/ns shoulders.

Getting out the car and getting let into the party the two going their separate ways for a bit, the boys had rented a decent club in north London at a lot of people were there, A LOT.

Y/n went to go talk to george Clarkey and then Talia.

After mingling around she was getting tipsy and when in this state she got very giggly.

“H-hey-“ I turn around and find Danny’s eyes, his ones deep and hazy, clearly already intoxicated.

“Hi darlin’…” he murmured as his hands find my shoulders, his head falling slightly.

“Danny? You okay?” I say as I inch closer to him.

“Y/n- I just-“ he says and closes his eyes briefly.

“I think-“ he sighs

“I can’t help falling in love with you..”

I look at him and feel my face flush, I get on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

“I love you too..”

He smiles lazily and brings me into a passionate kiss, oddly coordinated from the intoxication.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he keeps moving his lips with mine, meanwhile, Ethan goes up to josh and elbows him slightly.

“Never guess who I just saw tonguing it on?” He says with an almost proud look.

“What? Simon and Talia? Vikk and Ellie? Uh- Lannan and ilsa?” He replies sipping his drink and side eyeing Ethan for a confirmation.

“Nope- Danny Aarons himself and miss Y/n l/n”

Josh sputters and looks at Ethan “fuck off.”

-

The next morning where Danny had stayed at Y/ns their words weren’t forgotten, a simple but gentle feel to the air, a new found tensions, just bellow awkward.

Finally approaching him as he was getting ready to leave she spoke with reluctance.

“Do- did you mean what you said or- well, and did, or was it just the alcohol, Danny?”

With no hesitation he shook his head: “I meant it, every word, every kiss, I- do love you- if that’s okay?”

I smile and feel my face heat up again.

“That’s okay..”

A/n:

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. CHRISTMAS AND THAT 😭🙏🏽

Finishing up a request then another zerkaa fic!!

Requests are open!!

[xo-zozo]

Hi! can I request averyjameson as parents. like what kind of parent they would be and what rules and stuff they would have for their kid(s)

yes ofccc!!

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in general, i don't think that they would be very strict parents

especially with their first kid because they would have no idea what they were doing at the time

also especially when their kid is younger they try and make sure that their kid(s) aren't seen by paparazzi

when their kid is like a baby they wouldn't show their face until they were like seven

but when they get older, avery and jameson would let them do what they want to when it comes to that kind of thing

when their daughter is older, her and avery are definitely best friends and they're always seen in public together

jameson and avery agree not to let their kids date until they're in late highschool

i just know that these kids are making BANK with their weekly allowance

they always have to make sure that their kids are in some kind of sport or something (mainly because jameson wants them to)

avery makes her kids fold their own clothes and occasionally clean their own rooms even if they have people to do it because she wants them to grow up modest and stuff

they take a family trip every year and one of the kids gets to pick it occasionally

i had kind of mixed feelings on whether or not they would let their kids have social media and when they would

but i came to the conclusion that they would let them have some once they hit like 12 but then after 16 they could get whatever as long as avery and jameson knew what was happening

sorta unrelated but they would make their kids wear a "get along" t shirt whenever they were mad at each other because that's what nash made jameson and xander do when they were kids

they would let their kids start working on what they wanted to do as early or as late as they wanted

dating is the only thing that makes jameson hawthorne a helicopter parent

probably because of emily and the fact that he doesn't want his kid to be heartbroken like that

he would have to meet them and have them over for dinner and interview them, the whole shabang

they wouldn't be very strict on what movies and tv they could watch once they hit thirteen

same with books... they never check what their kids are reading

as well as the jameson sports things, avery would make them doing something like playing an instrument or some kind of art

because of all of these rules (and the fact that they're really rich) they're known as the cool parents at their kids school whenever they show up for parents night

they don't punish their kids really harshly but they always tell them off when they do something wrong so that they won't do it again

and if they do do it again, they have to be more firm with them without yelling because they don't like fighting, especially not with literal children

all of their kids have to go to college (it doesn't matter to them which one it is as long as they go)

[crypticjackal13]

Hi can I request a macaque wukong and mk x sugar mommy reader

Like reader spoils them so much that she would do anything for them like for example if they want a game/food/anything they want she will get it for them but if she finds out that someone threatened them or hurt them she will literally grab her weapon and she will beat the bitch up or anyone that will hurt them

Also can you do them separately please

YOURE A GENIUS YES SPOIL THE MONKEYS /pos

Also I focused more on the money part bc it's just so cute to think about....like the three most approval/attention seeking characters in the show and you buy them stuff???? 100000/10 in my opinion

SWK - you…you actually love him…and you wanna buy him stuff?? And besides loving and caring for you back he doesn’t have to pay you back?? Or prove he’s really grateful?? He can hardly believe it and thinks that you’re a demon trying to mess with him. But nope, you just give him a kiss and bring him to one of the stores he’s shown interest in and tell him to find some nice clothes. Then after you’ll take him to dinner. It takes him a while to get used to it, but he loves the attention you give him. He develops a sense of style that’s more than the same few things he’s been wearing for thousands of years and honestly? He’s so handsome. He has a habit of constantly checking for reassurance that you honestly want to do this for him, because he can pay you back no problem!! A few weeks into being with you and his mood is super upbeat, but like genuinely instead of masking.

MK - huh??? What do you mean you’re alright with just spending absurd amounts of money on him??? He’s super flattered, he never turns you down, but he’s an anxious lad who has never heard of a sugar mommy before. So you take him wherever he wants—his favorite place to blow money with you is definitely the arcade—have fun, and then he thanks you a million times. He loves being with you, not just for the money(though it is a nice bonus), and I think he’d gain some confidence from knowing that there’s someone who loves him and doesn’t need any grand gestures from him to prove it. Him being himself is enough for you.

Macaque - look, it’s gonna take a lot of time for him to be comfortable calling you a friend, let alone his partner, let alone…this. You’ll have to start small with him so you don’t scare him off. Promise him you won’t hold this all against him some day, and that you’re honestly doing all this because you love him. He usually seems very confident, however once he realizes your intentions are good, he almost becomes shy. It’ll take some serious coaxing to get him to point out things that he likes so you can get them, but you love how flustered he gets when he tries clothes on and asks you what you think. I think his love language receiving would be gifts(since let’s face it when he used to be friends(or more?) with Wukong he was never empty-handed by the end of the day) but in terms of giving he probably likes physical touch or words of affirmation…expect a clingy monkey after every trip :)

[galaxy-stardust]

Duskwood

Jakes view

Part 10

He tells her about every step he takes. He comes to a dead end.

No, MC, you're not a distributor. I'm glad that you're here with me. Somehow. Fuck, Alan is on his way to the mine?! If Michael sees Alan, he will know that MC will not come to meet him here. But I cannot leave the mine yet.

While he searches for hints, he finds the letter that was missing in Amy's house. They quickly talk about it while he makes his way through the tunnels.

Wait? What's that? I hear a noise. He lets MC know and logs off.

Sorry, MC, but I have to concentrate very much right now. He follows the noise. He saw the lights flicker. Shortly after, he enters a room with a computer. The monitor shows the stream. What the...? It's fake. Fuck! Why didn't I noticed that earlier?

I have to tell MC about it.

She already knows it? Ok... Alright.

What?! The FBI? That can't be possible. He feels his heart beat faster. Yeah, I can imagine that the damn FBI isn't here for Hannah and Richy.

Then he notices that the computer is receiving other signals. Michael installed countless security cameras. If I could deactivate the fake stream and activate the real stream, I could maybe find out where Hannah and Richy are.

He types MC his plan.

The group chat? No, I didn't follow the latest messages. Hannah, is she safe? A weight falls from his heart.

We did it. We saved her. Thank you, MC. Thank you so much.

And Richy? They haven't found him yet? I'm sorry to hear that, MC.

But I have to leave this mine immediately.

The hatch is locked? Fuck! No MC, I don't know of any other exit. Even if there is one, the FBI will position themselves at every single one.

If I remember the way out? Yes. And about the exit...

Don't worry, MC. I can imagine that you're worried. I would feel the same.

Hm, yes, how could you forget. For me it was as horrible as for you... seperated, not talking to you...

He takes a deep breath.

Thank you for trusting me MC, I will do it out of this mine and we will be together.

I hope to see you soon. MC.

He locks off. Using his hacking skills on the computer in front of him. Deactivates the stream and searches for a way out of the mine at the live stream.

Seriously Jake. What's wrong with you? Why didn't you tell her? He takes out his phone again.

He takes another deep breath and opens the chat with MC one more time.

He feels that his hands are shaking.

His heart beats faster.

MC...

He waits a few seconds. He is so nervous.

Come on, Jake...

The seconds that passed by while she typed felt like an eternity.

Finally, he reads her words.

He logs off. His heart skips a beat. He smiles. We will meet each other as soon as possible. Promised.

He takes a last look at her profile pic, smiles shyly, makes it possible for her to see the live stream as well, and puts his phone away.

I have to hurry. Wait, what's that? Michael,  wounded... Jake follows his steps on the stream. He clicks through the different camera views. Is that?! Yes, it is. Another exit. Let's give it a try. He runs through the tunnels and stops when he hears a voice. Richy?

Jake hides behind a wall, seeing Richy talking into his phone. He wears the same clothes as... no, no way! It was Richy? All the time? Anger is coming up. He talks to MC, telling her what happened a few years ago.

Jake is not able to move. He cowers behind the wall, listening to Richy's words. Richy ends the call with MC, and a little later Jake hears Jessica's voice.

She must feel horrible.

He hears both of them crying. Richy ends the call with the words, "I'm sorry".

What am I supposed to do now? On one hand, he wants to tell Richy what he thinks about all of it. The kidnapper was always part of the group. I can't grasp it.

On the other hand, he really has to get out of this mine.

Right in this moment, he realizes that Richy has gotten himself into a standing position. What is he doing? Jake notices an unpleasant smell. Is that? Yes, fuel. Is he serious?

Fuck, I have to get out of here... Richy... in the moment Jake wants to get to him, flames were all around Richy...fuck!

The flames rapidly come closer to Jake. He puts on his mask ( he always has it with him even if he doesn't wear it but he really likes this thing and now it's actually helpfull) trying to hide his face from the flames. He coughs. The smoke is already thick and the heat is unbearable.

He follows the smoke, which moves in one direction. He can't see clearly. His eyes are burning. With the last of his strength, he stumbles out of the mine. He crawls a few meters away from the exit. He takes off his mask and breathes in the fresh air. Suddenly, he holds his breath and listens in the dark night. Nothing. The FBI hasn't reached this exit yet. He gets up, still breathing heavily. He throws away his mask and takes off his hoodie, which is smoldering from the fire.

He takes a last look back to the exit, the flames come out of the small hatch. He sees flashlights flicker; noises are coming nearer.

MC, I will find you.

With this thought, he starts running. Through the dense forest...in a starry night...

[imaginesforeveryone]

You’re a Little Crazy

Pairing: Jensen Ackles & reader Warnings: cute Jensen, crazy Jensen Summary: It’s your first day at your dream job as a photographer. You are doing a photo shoot for the upcoming season of Supernatural....

“Y/N calm down you got this. It’s your dream job you’ve been working at this for years. But you never thought you’d be doing a photo shoot on your first day, for a huge TV show. Stop stop. You got this. You’re a bad bitch.” You talked to yourself as you sat in the parking lot at the Supernatural set in Vancouver, Canada.

Taking a deep breath you took your key out of the ignition and got out of the car. You opened the trunk grabbing a couple bags and making your way through the set and to the big building. Walking into havoc as everyone rushed around doing their jobs.

“You must be the photographer?” A man asked coming up to you who had a clipboard in his hand and a headset around his neck. You nodded your head yes and he pulled you with him to a room off to the side. He opened the door and the room was filled with about 10 people.

“Okay this is Jared, Jensen, & Misha. There will be your models today.” The man said introducing you to the world famous Supernatural crew.

“Hi I’m Misha. Super nice to meet you!” Misha said shaking your hand.

“Y/N great to meet you too.” You said with a smile.

“Jared, Jared Padelecki.” Jared introduced himself with a funny smirk on his face. You smiled and giggled a bit.

“Nice to meet you Padalecki.” You said also shaking his hand.

“Hello, I’m Jensen. Welcome to set.” He said with what looked like a flirty smile on his face.

“Very nice to meet you Jensen.” You said looking into his eyes feeling your face get red.

“Well should be get started!” You said smiling wide and clapping your hands together. You went over into the side to grab all your stuff out of your bag. Putting different lenses on to your camera and putting your camera belt on. Putting all your lenses in it. Turning around the boys all walked out in different clothing then before. Jensen wore a red & black flannel with a black t-shirt underneath, and a pair of jeans with boots. Also the necklace from the show he wore. Jared wearing a leather jacket with a brown shirt under, jeans & also a pair of boots. Of course Misha dressed as Castial.

“Alright let’s have Misha by himself first.” You said grabbing an angel blade and handing him it.

“Go ahead and pose with that some how.” You told him he posed and you shot a few pictures. Taking the blade from him and taking some by himself.

“Let’s get Jared in there now.” You told them.

“Yeah time for the real model.” Jared said jokingly running his fingers through his hair.

“Hey! I think I’m pretty too!” Misha said pointing at Jared. Jared stood on the marker first messing around doing funny stuff then getting serious.

“Last but not least Jensen!” You said with a smile. He smiled over at you and shot a wink. Running around the white background doing crazy stuff making you giggle behind the camera.

“Your a little crazy huh?” You said looking through the viewfinder of your camera.

“Eh just a little. Just like having fun.” Jensen said with a smirk looking at you. Standing right on the marker he crossed his arms and out in a serious but super sexy face looking right into the camer. Next he took off his flannel shirt and did the same pose showing off his muscular arms that kind of made you melt. But this time a sexy smile looking directly in the camera while he bit his lip.

“Time for all 3. Let’s get you beautiful men together.” You said with a big smirk. They all came together doing goofy stuff at first as normal for them, jumping on each other and tackling each other.

After about 3 hours of photos later you were all done. Going over to your bag and taking everything off and putting it away.

“So did you enjoy today?” You heard a voice say from behind you. Standing up and turning around it was Jensen.

“It was a great day. I was super nervous at first, but you guys made it super easy to feel comfortable.” You said with a smile.

“Good I’m glad. Happy we could help.” He said with a smile looking at you.

“Well will you back anytime soon?” He asked breaking the silence.

“I hope I can be. I enjoy this set. Well I don’t have any other experience on any set. But first time was a good one.” You explained to him wrapping up your chargers and sliding them in the zipper part of your bag.

“Wow photo shoot?” He asked with a raised eye brow.

“Yep. Definetly wasn’t expecting my first photo shoot to be on a such a big known TV show.” You said standing up and trying to put your bag in your shoulder. Jensen helped you a bit and grabbed on of your other bags.

“Well you did a great job. Way better then the other crabby ass photographers we’ve had. Definetly make us look better then the other also.” He said with a laugh at the end and walking out of the building with you.

“Well thank you I appreciate it. Hopefully I can come back soon and do something in set.” You said looking up at him with a smile and getting to your car opening the trunk.

“Well listen, you’re super cute. So would you maybe want to go out sometime? Well come to set and have lunch? Don’t have to much time to even get off set to go to sleep. So maybe come back here. Have some lunch get to know each other a bit?” Jensens said while setting the bags he had in his hands in the trunk. You looked at him confused. But quickly came to reality and realized this handsome man was asking you on a date.

“I would love to.” You said with a flirty smile. You grabbed a sharpie out of your car and took his hand in yours, turning it over to show his palm and writing your number on it.

“Give me a call when you are avalible.” You said with a wink.

“Nice to meet you Ackles.” You said getting into your car.

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Trailer Analysis

"Analysis" as if I know what I'm talking about.

Basically, it's me droning on and on cause its fun.

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0:03

Bloom looks so cute on her bike ngl! Also love her outfit and the bike.

Also, the canal she's biking past looks cool. So yay, fun scenery.

0:08

Knut's design is pretty cool! He's still giving Knut for me somehow, even though he does look a lot different. I do hope we get to see a tiny bit of his personality.

Also, the scars on him! Yes!

(I gave him scars in my rewrite that he got from the Trix, cause evil villains. I'm just going to pretend that's why he has them. Let me be delusional XD).

0:14

Kinda wish Bloom's pink top over the mesh one was yellow, but eh, she can be a pink girlie. She still slays.

0:17

The stars on her pants remind me of the hearts in her season 3 top. OH WAIT! There were also stars on her season 1 pants.

0:21

The fire looks badass.

0:28

STELLA LOOKS SO PRETTY! Like, just her hair even is so beautiful!

Don't mind her sceptre. No big feelings on that, but glad she has it.

The outfits slay! Stella's back in orange!

I just love this frame. Stella and Flora look amazing.

"We're here for you," they say, and Bloom mentally being like:

'Am I getting kidnapped?'

0:32

Alfea is gorgeous! I kind of like it a bit more than the original (sculpted the original years ago, so this one is going to be a pain to sculpt, but aNyWaYs).

0:33

Glad to see crop tops returning.

Also, that blurry image of the girl with bleached blonde hair and black clothing slays. Don't know who she is but her outfit slays hard.

Also different fashion styles. Some people are wearing dresses, some crop tops and pants, etc.

0:35

That random fairy's fairy form is so pretty.

Also... THE GATES (I think they're the gates or a smaller gate to a field) are shiny and pretty and yes!

0:36

The library kind of reminds me of the library in Magic Guardians/Fairy Guardians (on Roblox). It looks gorgeous!

0:38

Flora's jacket is a NEED. It's pretty!

Also, love her accent.

0:42

Opinions on the Winx's designs, cause I never thought about this.

Tecna: 6/10. Pretty good. No strong opinion.

Aisha: 7.5/10. It really fits her.

Stella: 9/10. LOVE.

Musa: 8/10. Not perfect but I still like it a lot.

Flora: 8.5/10. Slays.

0:46

Hiking outfits/swamp outfits look so nice! Glad we'll see them in the swamp outfits again, so maybe it'll be a similar occasion to what was in ep 4 of season 1.

0:49

I'm guessing this is back in Gardenia. This doesn't look like the type of school gym Alfea would have.

So Bloom might go back to Gardenia after finding out she has magic, as she arrives in the gym out of a portal. A dark-looking one at that so...

An evil thing behind that, maybe?

0:50

THE TRIX YES MY DAY HAS BEEN BLESSED.

Okay, reeling in the gay panic. The portal they're walking out of looks pretty much identical to the one Bloom arrived in the school gym out of, so maybe the Trix are behind Bloom going there.

Icy: She's gorgeous. Nothing to say. Her initial fits so much into her hanging jewelry, and I love all the little shinies. Her hair is also so nice.

(Fuck I'm gay)

Stormy: Her dress and the design of it are SO good. The shape of it and the corset (I think) just slays!

I'm not a gold girlie except twice a month, so I'm biased as hell, but I feel like her jewelry would have looked better in silver or a grey pink. Icy's jewelry is more light blue than silver, while Darcy's is silver with a purple sheen (I think).

Maybe even a rose gold.

Darcy: AHH she pretty. Love her jewellery. I don't love her design as much as the others, but with seeing the pants as well I think I'll like it better. Her highlights seem really thick and I think they'd look a bit bitter thinner, but don't despise it.

(Also the Trix's evil laugh, like, have mercy on my gay soul)

0:52

Stella's sceptre slays. She looks like a badass.

0:55

Faragonda looks really good. I might even like her a bit more than the 2d, but more so on the same level.

0:57

The specialists are back!

Sky looks like he has a hairstyle more like in season 5. Just a helmet of hair, but then again, it's a blurry image.

0:58

Brandon looks pretty good!

Also (I think that's Riven) is here. But can't see much with the image and how he's tiny.

0:58

THE TRIX ARE SLAYING AGAIN.

Icy has her cape back!

OKAY! We can see Darcy's full outfit (a bit blurry but anyways).

Love her bellbottom pants and her outfit does look better when the full thing is visible. Her hair also looks better in this angle and a bit more natural.

Stormy has BOOTS. Also, her pink tights return.

Icy's ice attack looks amazing. I love how it looks.

1:09

Ahhh love this scene. Glad its in the reboot.

Also love the dragons on Bloom's jeans.

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All in all, I'm exited for this reboot and I think it'll be really good!

2025 here we come!

[melanieph321]

10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 9)

I can't believe that we're already on day 9. Time goes by so fast. 😩

Robin Le Normand x Reader - Never Been Touched Part 2/2

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PART 1

Summary - Reader loses her virginity to her boyfriend Robin

Enjoy! 🌺

Normandie was breathtaking. From the long walks along the marvelous beach, to the cozy nights you spent in front of the fire, this weekend was simply unforgettable. 

Robin's family made you feel right at home, where the many meals you shared helped you understand why your boyfriend was so amazing, loving and patient. His parents had simply raised him to be.

"Are you packing already?" Robin said, as he wandered into your shared room only to find you folding clothes on the bed. In his hand he carried the rest of the cheese plate that had been served after dinner. Perhaps thinking that the two of you would stay up for a while longer as his parents and brother had withdrawn to their rooms.

"Yes, unfortunately." You replied, to Robin's obvious disappointment. Nonetheless he nodded his head understandingly.

"Perhaps I should be packing too."

"Better today, than tomorrow morning." You nodded.

Robin sighed as he put down the cheese plate. He made his way over to you and pulled out his own suitcase from under the bed.

"I really don't want to go home." You muttered. 

Watching you neatly fold your sweater, Robin smiled. "Me neither baby, If I could I'd stay here with you forever."

You looked up, meeting the soft expression on his face. It almost brought tears to your eyes how much your boyfriend seemed to adore you.

"What?" He asked, as your eyes searched his face.

Your heart was beating fast, not knowing how to express yourself. "The hot tub." You blurred out.

Robin tilted his head. "What about it?"

"We…We never got to use it." You stammered.

Robin's eyes widened, his mouth left slightly ajar.

"I…didn't bring a swimsuit. But maybe I could just use my under…"

"I'll go see if it's on." He nodded exitedly. "Just give me a minute and I'll make sure that the hot tub is warm enough for us to use."

"Oh, okay."

His throat moved when he swallowed. "There are robes in the closet down the hall. You can grab one to wear once you go outside."

You nodded, not quite sure why Robin had a hard time meeting your eyes. Nevertheless he told you to meet him outside once you've changed into your swimsuit, which was really just your bra and underwear since you hadn't brought any swimwear. Normandie was too cold this time of year, but had you known that the summerhouse would have a hot tub you'd definitely been better prepared.

The lights were off in the house once you made your way downstairs. However outside on the patio Robin had lit a dozen candles to guide the way towards the hot tub filled to the rim with bubbling hot water.

"It's ready now." Robin said as you appeared on the patio. He stood by the hot tub, shirtless, wearing jeans, while monitoring the temperature.

Your curious eyes wandered along the outlines of his lean muscles. As a footballer Robin was remarkably tall, the perfect height for a defender. His lank form might deceive him as skinny or even thin fleshed. However that was far from the truth, what lay underneath those tight sweaters of his was the body of a well built man.

"You can get in if you like."

"Huh?" You were startled. Returning from your fantasize you realized that you had been caught staring. 

Robin watched you with a tilted head and a sly smile on his lips. "I said, get in."

A shiver ran down the length of your back, the naked length of your back. Your trembling hands went to untie the robe and as it dropped to a puddle around your feet you watched your boyfriend's jaw do the same. The sound of a whimper left his mouth as he watched you approach the tub and slip into the hot bath with goosebumps covering every inch of your naked body.

It was a bit nerve wracking to let Robin see all of you. However, you trusted him more than anyone and that's why when his hand paused to pull down the zipper of his jeans, you nodded assuringly, giving him the green light to get naked as well.

You giggled when he slipped into the tub to sit across from you, noticing the slight blush on his cheeks. Perhaps this was something new for him too. It was definitely the most intimate you've ever been with a man. That is, until Robin, shook his head and swam his way over to you.

"Hi." He said,

"Hi." You smiled and let your wet hands run through his hair. Robin closed his eyes with the sensation, hymning in response. When his eyes reopened, you felt his arms around your legs, cradling them as he moved you to sit on his lap, chuckling as your muscles tensed when your naked skin rubbed together for the first time.

"Is this okay?" He asked through furrowed brows.

"Mhm." You nodded, but wanted to assure him by wrapping your arm around his neck. The two of you sat like that for a while, just looking deep into each other's eyes, falling harder in love as you did.

"God, you're beautiful." Robin whispered against your mouth once he leaned in to kiss you, the kiss rough and longing.

Robin wrapped his arms around your back, tracing his hands down the crest of your spine until he cupped the swell of your ass.

You drew your breath against his shoulder, squinting your eyes to the sensation of pressure against your inner thigh.

"Fuck, I really want you right now." Robin's erection had blossomed, his excitement for you on the height that it had ever been.  "Please baby, please let me have you." He captured your mouth with his, his tongue tasting your lips as he licked across the bottom of it. You groand in response, not any better at containing your need for him. And as your legs shifted in his lap, Robin found himself on the verge of being inside of you.

"Y/N, wait." He put an end to it before things got too far.

Damn his parents for raising such a gentleman.

Robin brought you back, inspecting the state of your eyes, how they were gloomy with lust, just like his. He chuckled softly, while trying not to get distracted by your breast in his face, your nipples as hard as pebbles. "This…" He said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the other one keeping you steady on his lap. "Holy shit how much I want you right now. However this is not how I imagined that things would go."

"No?" You said.

He smiled. "No."

You perked up and kissed him, your lips lingering against his. "Tell me Mr Le Normand…how did you image that you would fuck me?"

Robin's smile turned sinister, darkend by his narrowed gaze. "Why tell you." He purred. "When I can show you."

His grip around your waist tightened and you gasped. Robin had gone to stand up in the tub, with you clinging onto him for dear life. He then made his way out of it, carrying you across the patio, not bothering to bring the robes as he carried you back inside the house and up the stairs.

"Your parents." You hissed and felt terribly guilty for the trace of water left behind on the floor as the two of you made your way through the house.

"They're asleep." Robin assured.

"What about your brother—."

Robin hushed you with his lips, his kiss sloppy yet precise. He kissed you all the way down the hall and into your bedroom. There he dropped you on the bed, regarding you as if you had been gifted to him by the universe itself. "Are you sure you're ready?" He asked.

Your eyes were set on the silhouette of his sprouting erection, the shaft wide and the size of it long. It would certainly be a challenge. But one you are willing to take. "Yes, please. Fuck me."

Robin laughed his way over to you, a dip of the mattress as he crawled to lay on top of you, whispering in your ear,  "I'm not fucking you tonight, baby. Let's save that for another time. Tonight we're making love."

The question, what was the difference, rested on the tip of your tongue. The tip of your tongue that Robin captured between his teeth before lurering it into his mouth. He kissed you while his hand roamed your body and the smell of him rubbed off on your skin. Robin made it all about you tonight. You wanted to explore him too, but every time you reached for his cock he put your hands away, pinning them back up over your head.

"Do you trust me?" He said, with a rough groan as his cock accidentally slid down between your lubricated folds.

"Yes, of course." You sighed. " I trust you baby."

"Good, then let me have my way with you."

You gasped as he slid down your body, his mouth licking every inch and nipping every fold. He licked and kissed, stopping only at the hill of where you wanted his mouth the most.

"I'm sorry." You squeal, to which he frowned.

"For what?"

You had noticed him staring, his finger hesitating near the entrance of your folds, hidden between the dark locks of your sweet pussy.

"I haven't shaved for a while." You said, flushed with embarrassment. "I get it if you don't want to— Holy shit!"

He didn't let you finish that sentence before his tongue separated the curls and licked between your folds. Robin sucked you dry, circulating the hill of your clit with his agile tongue. "Brace yourself baby, I'm going to use my fingers now."

It was a warning made in vain. Nothing could prepare you for what came next. Your back arched with the sudden penetration, Robin's fingers, maybe one or three made their way inside of you, opening you wide for the very first time.

"God, you're so tight." He cursed, an unknown frustration to you. "I'm not going to fit if we don't get you wetter than this." He said determined, almost as if he was taking on a challenge.

You did nothing to interrupt him. You allowed your body to go through the emotions of pain, excitement and pleasure. Robin's fingers moved in and out of you with a rhythm that seemed to flow through your whole body, centering itself in your very core. Your core that trembled with the rise of your orgasm. 

You had never come in the hands of somebody else. Just as you squinted your eyes, your screams, dimmed by your hand covering your mouth, Robin raised himself to watch you come undone, to watch you erupt below him and because of him. You did so while squirming from side to side, like an ant, burned by a magnifying glass in the hands of a curious child.

But dammit, how good it felt.

"Fuck."

You lay on your back, breathing heavy. Robin had gone to retrieve something from the bathroom, letting you come down from the high of your orgasm without him watching you, pathetic and pliant. He appeared in the bathroom door frame once you were done, your breathing finally settling down. Robin came to lay beside you in bed, covering your bodies with the duvet, its warmth embracing you. He kissed you under the covers, Robin's lips softly tracing the hill of your shoulder as you lay with your back against him. "Don't fall asleep now." He whispered.

Your eyes had indeed begun to flicker, but hearing the prickle of plastic unwrapping made you curiously shift your head. "Robin, what are you—." 

He let you know exactly what he was doing by tugging your hips towards him with his hands, his erection suddenly resting against your back. "Tell me you still want this." He said, between clenched teeth.

Your heart was beating fast, realizing that this was the moment where you'd shed your petals. "Yes." You uttered, a sudden eagerness in your voice.

Robin chuckled behind you. "Good. I just wanted to make sure." His last words before his arms cradled your body against his chest, his hand reaching for something between his legs at the sametime as he adjusted his hips to align with yours. There was a sudden pause, a beat, before his hip thrusted against you slowly then fast.

You squealed out of cheer surprise, but also out of sudden pain.

"Shhh. The worst part is done." Robin said, soothing your cries with kisses upon the back of your neck. He had broken through your walls, most likely causing a tear of the skin. However, the initial pain was replaced by a sense of warmth. A warmth generated by the two of you, body against body, skin against skin, lover against lover. You were making love. As Robin cradled you in his arms, his breath shallow in your ear, you surrendered yourself to the loveliest of feelings, the resemblance of no other.

"Is this okay for you baby, does this feel good?"

You hymn against his arm, not necessarily finding the moment as pleasurable as a woman touched for the very first time. However, you enjoyed the pleasure it gave your boyfriend. The low groans that escaped his mouth whenever your walls closed around him. It was all a part of the ritual, the ritual that made you a new woman. And in the sense of being loved by the man of your dreams, his shaft filling up with the seeds of what could've been your kin, you were able to come again. This time in unison with Robin, who's body jerked and spasmed with his violent sigh of relief. 

The violence didn't last for long, however. For after there was peace. Utter peace, as you lay still, chest against chest. Heartbeat against heartbeat. Lover against loved.

PART 1

DON'T MISS - 10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 1)

(DAY 2)

(DAY 3)

(DAY 4)

(DAY 5)

(DAY 6)

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We'll do Axtapor for this one because I miss him 😭

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Maybe its a bit meta, but he fears rejection above all else.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Shitty knot tying skills. He can't stand it and has absolutely dismissed men from their stations for tying crappy knots and not keeping their area neat.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A pipe, a dagger, and an iron file for his claws.

What do they notice first in a person?

How much they're worth, as in, are they wearing lots of jewelry? fine clothes? etc.

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

9. Though he is loud when he gets hurt.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

FIGHT, 1000% lol. He won't back down from a fight even if the situation is grim.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

His nuclear family is small by Lizardfolk standards. His parents only had one clutch, so he's one of six children. His extended family/clan is quite large though as Clan Oxlo is the founding Major Clan of the House of Dreams. As far as being a family person, he absolutely is, even though he doesn't necessarily think of himself as one. The way he sees it, its just something that he has to do at some point in his life to carry on his clan name (he's an old bachelor) but, uh, well, that changes after he meets a certain lil lady.

What animal represents them best?

A hyena. More about that here.

What is a smell they dislike?

Human sweat. He HATES it. He's described it as smelling like a corpse.

Have they broken any bones?

Yes. He broke his leg once when he jumped down a dry well at 8 years old. He's also broken countless other things since then. (Fingers and tail vertebrae mostly) Hazards of the job as it were.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Probably intimidating or mean. He looks quite gruff when he's in his own thoughts and is very short with people he doesn't know.

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

Morning bird, especially because he hunts and sailing also requires being up early in the day, esp as first mate. But his favorite time of day is golden hour.

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

I don't know if there is a specific flavor he hates but he doesn't really like sweets. As far as a flavor he loves, whatever grasshoppers and fish scales taste like lol.

Do they have any hobbies?

Smoking, hunting, and bushcraft camping.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

It really depends on who is throwing it. If its his grandma or Mariel, then he's stoked, otherwise he's probably lukewarm about it. But either way, it wouldn't stop him from downing a few celebratory drinks and smoking some good tobacco.

Do they like to wear jewellery?

Yes and so much of it. He likes to wear what he's stolen during pillages and will often pick and choose what he steals based on his tastes.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Messy lol. Its basically chicken scratch because he's right handed but after an accident a few years ago (a boarding hook through the palm) he had to relearn how to write with his left hand. He doesn't quite have the motor skills in his right hand as he used to even though its healed and his left is still not the best, so using a claw quill like most lizards do is pretty hard for him. He opts for the more human form of writing: using a quill.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Angry and horny lol.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

I don't think so, he kind of just wears whatever is comfortable and easy to move in. He tends towards both human and lizard fashions, which come in a wide array of fabric options, sometimes the same fabrics (linen, cotton, occasionally silks), though the cuts are obviously different. Most lizards won't wear human clothes because they think its ugly but he likes it because he can get it pretty easily at most of the ports they visit. He also enjoys fine spun wool in the winter as well as animal pelts.

What kind of accent do they have?

Whatever this is lol: “I nay know yer Everwatcher. Fact been, I could give a shite ‘bout her, seein’ as she will no show her face, so her word or trust in ye has nary a meanin’ to me. Stand in for yerself and let me weigh ye proper, or we be leavin’ this place.” In all seriousness, it really depends on what language he's speaking. He speaks several but most often in AASOAF is speaking Common or Hamatian (native language of Ihama where he was born). I made a post about AASOAF's languages here but to recap, Common is not based on English, rather Old Spanish. This means they would have Spanish-like accents if they spoke our English. In world, especially for Lizardfolk, learning Common is challenging because their mouth shape isn't fit to make the softer, rounder sounds of the language, so they often sound very aggressive, like they're biting their words when they speak. They also bring Lizardfolk inflections to the language when speaking it, Axtapor will also do this and often adds glottal stops where they shouldn't be or punctuates words with a short hiss or click. His Hamatian is very good, and sounds like our Sanskrit, but leans a lot more into the sing-song rise and fall of the language due to the way Lizardfolk vocal anatomy is. It also incorporates hisses, clicks, bassy thumps produced from the chest and throat, and on occasion, chattering. As a nobleman, he was brought up speaking the formal or Halto variant of the language as well as Meddia and Lajo variants. He will switch the variant he uses depending on who he's talking to, though they will sometimes mix, especially if he gets wound up about something, and he ends up sounding a little country.

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Avatar human Au head cannons.

Sully Family

Jake

Stay at home dad due to his wheelchair

Usually takes the kids to school

Met Neytiri at her mom's clinic

Proposed to her at a lookout in the mountains near town

His Ikran bob is a hound dog

Toruk is the family pitbull

He and Tsu'tey get along much better in this world

Slywanin likes Jake but is ready to kill him if he hurts her baby sister

Usually let's himself get roped into Tuk's little 7 year old schemes

Has the kids names tattooed and a Toruk on his shoulder

Taught all his kids to shoot a gun

All the kids have a favorite type

he's still teaching Tuk to shoot

All the kids except Tuk "technically" have their own guns from Christmas

Wants to take the kids hunting one day

Kiri is the only one who would be still or quiet enough but she won't kill anything

Still best friends with Norm and Trudy

Trudy was his team mate when he was still a marine

Grace is his and Tommy's adopted mom, because they were taken from their mom by social services at 16

Neytiri

Met Jake at her mom's clinic

Accomplished archer and competes in any competitions near town

Loves teaching the kids to hunt with a bow

Her wedding ring is silver with an amber stone

Drop out med student,chose to quit because it wasn't her thing

She's a veterinarian,loves working with animals

Seze is her cat

she's not a cat person,but she is definitely a Seze person

Met Grace because she and Mo'at are friends.

Best friends with Tsu'tey's brother Arvok

Has OCD

Her most troublesome pregnancy was Lo'ak

She has a tattoo of a Thanator in the forest that covers her whole back

She has the kids names tattooed on her arms,connected like songcords

The kids school officially calls Jake after the kids get into a Fight,one time with Neytiri was enough

Has a feather earring

Goes with Slywanin regularly for sister hang outs

Knows a little MMA but not much

Neteyam

Neteyam is actually not as mature, mature yes but also willing to have get in trouble fun

He takes a lot after Neytiri

Plays basketball and does archery for his school

Likes guys and is fairly open about it

Had one or two boyfriends

Is Willing to wear makeup and occasionally a crop top if he feels like it

Super nice and respectful when it's someone he thinks deserves it

Pretty average grades

Pretty wild at partys

Has had his share of fights

Has an earring like his mom's.

Has his learners permit.

Actually carrys a purse,dark blue and over the shoulder

His phone,some makeup, Lo'aks ADHD meds,pads for Kiri,hand sanitizer,and stuff like that is in it

Will go makeup or clothes shopping with his mom,Aunt and sister

Kiri

Isn't technically a Sully

Style is sort of Gothy but with a bit more color

Grace and Tey'ik (Tey'ik is Kiri's dad in the human Au) traveled around for Graces work as a scientist

Was homeschooled by Grace until she was 10 when complaints Kiri wasn't actually learning came in

Kiri goes to school with the Sully kids but spends every break with her parents,minus Christmas because everyone usually goes to Mo'at and Eytukan's

Still has epilepsy

Grace and Tey'ik found this out when Kiri was little and the flashing lights in town triggered one

Spends most free time with Spider and Lo'ak

Has been dating spider for a year

Grace and Tey'ik actually like spider

Is in 9th grade, raised by a scientist she's really smart

Bumped up a grade

Bi

Has also had her share of fights

School normally calls Jake,as he's more preferable than Grace and Tey'ik

Loves hearing all kinds of stories from Slywanin

Lo'ak

Same age as Kiri but in 8th

Has medicine bad ADHD

Still wild and in trouble a lot

Does track and basketball at school

Loves listening to Jakes marine stories

Payakan is a pup he gets when they move to Aw'talu

Best friends with spider,and has spent countless school and summer days at his house

Kiri and Spiders biggest supporter and Spiders wingman

Has a whole school file drawer to himself for pranks and fights

Loves hanging with Jake at the shooting range

Actually a the best shot,followed secondly by Kiri

Straight Ally(Neteyam is his brother so if course)

Loves hearing stories from Tsu'tey

Will play with Tuk/Help her spy

Likes exercising, marine style,Jake normally has to ground him because he can't use military exercise for punishment

TUK

Loves all her family equal

Prefers throwing knives rather than guns and bows

Actually decent for a 7 year old

Enjoys TV and playing on her tablet but prefers to run barefoot through the woods

Damn near impossible to get shoes on this kid

Loves watching Kiri do her hair and makeup

Enjoys having having Jake and Tsu'tey teach her mma

Is best friends with Popiti

Tuk and Popiti have sleepovers every week and get each other birthday presents

Loves it when Lo'ak and her spy on people

#1 when you want the gossip

Seriously she knows almost everything

"Compliments of shutting up" she says when someone asks, Neytiri says it's from Jake

It's definitely not

A little gremlin when Neytiri and Jake aren't around

Knows swear words from her family but saves them for certain times

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I have a cute one!!

Billy gets adopted by Joyce and Hop, and they take him shopping for the first time!

Billy never really had someone willing to buy him things that aren’t really absolutely necessary, and he gets all flustered, trying to say some shit like “no I don’t need another shirt! I already have one :)” and Hop is like “that’s literally a crop top”.

Billy gets all nervous again and shyly asks if she thinks Steve will like what he picked out ❤️

Note: I wrote this in bits and pieces throughout a busy work week and only realized afterwards that it is not only in the same universe as Vecnavision 3D and arguably spoils some details of the epilogue. Just FYI if you’re a spoiler free person and you’ve been reading that.

Joyce normally never had to ask Billy twice for anything. Jonathan, Will, Max, even Jane would forget sometimes, or just wait to do whatever it was she asked until she had to ask again.

But Billy was consistent. He would often begin to do whatever it was before she even stopped asking.

So the first time seemed like he just couldn’t have heard her.

“Billy, will you come with us tomorrow to pick out some new clothes?”

He didn’t answer, just sort of froze there, eyes glued to a rerun of Green Acres.

“Billy?”

“Hm?”

“Do you want to come with us to pick out some new clothes tomorrow?”

He shook his head no, “I’m all good, Ms B. Or Mrs H.”

She smiled a little, but eyed his worn blue shirt. He’s arrived with hardly anything at all, just a few pairs of pants and a couple of shirts. After a while the number had dwindled even further. She knew he was wearing socks with holes in them, but he was secretive, sneaking his laundry in when he could.

Max said that Billy would get new clothes at the start of the school year. So even though he was graduated, Joyce waited until the appropriate time when the other kids were going and asked again. He declined, brushing it off with a comment about his shirt being practically new. He was working now too, and she could tell it was wearing on the few things he had.

“Looking a little scruffy,” Hopper had said one night at dinner, eyeing the frayed collar on Billy’s shirt.

Billy glanced at Jonathan, then back at his plate, “Yes.”

Hopper waited, looking at Joyce for help but she couldn’t blurt out the whole thing in front of the kids, and humiliate Billy more.

“I’m going out to get some new shirts tomorrow,” Hopper cut into his meatloaf, “Round 10. That work for you?”

He doesn’t ask precisely and maybe this is why Billy says yes. Joyce can see Jonathan smile encouragingly at the other boy.

“Can I go too?” Will scoots a little closer to the table, “My belt broke.”

“Sure,” Hopper nods, “We’ll make a day of it.”

“You want me to come?” She asks Billy, not even bothering with anyone else.

He doesn’t answer, but she decides it’s better if she does. It’s not that Billy doesn’t get along with Hopper, but he watches him more carefully, seems odd about Hopper being around the younger kids, especially Max. Jonathan used to be the same, but Joyce expects Billy will take more time, need more coaxing.

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“Hop give him some time,” She says gently.

“We’ve been to two stores,” Hopper throws up his hands, “I could have a whole wardrobe by now.”

“He’s trying, you can see that right?” Joyce reaches out and takes his hand in hers, “He’s trying.”

And he is. Billy shows them everything carefully, but then he seems to deflate when they ask what he likes. He hems and haws then says what he has is better, he doesn’t need it…

“I know,” Hop says quietly, “That’s why it’s so hard.”

Will makes a little noise and then sinks down in the plastic chair outside the dressing rooms.

“Honey? Is something wrong? You need to go to the bathroom?” She asks.

Will looks at his lap, “I… I was evesdropping again. Last night.”

“Will,” Hop’s shoulders sink, “We talked about this.”

“I didn’t know Billy was using the phone. I was going to call Mike,” Will shuffles down in his seat, looking more like Jonathan than anything else, “Billy was talking to Robin and he said… he said you’re going to make fun of him… call him…. You know that thing. So he’s trying to find something you like and then he’s just going to get that.” Will glances at Joyce guiltily.

“Something I like?” She asks quietly.

“N-No… Hop,” Will tips his chin down.

“I don’t care what he wears for Christ’s-“

“Shut it,” Joyce hisses, “He’ll hear you.”

Hop just sighs, “I’m inclined to just say I like the next thing he comes out in just to get it over with.”

“Don’t do that,” Joyce rolls her eyes, “He’ll get something he hates and never wear it.”

“He liked that black shirt,” Will says softly, “I think. The one over there. He was looking at it for a long time but he wouldn’t pick it out.”

“Go get it,” Joyce elbows Hop, “Size medium. No, small.”

When Billy comes out in a navy polo shirt that looks like it came out of Steve Harrington’s closet, Hop just shakes his head and hands Billy the black shirt.

“T-thanks,” Billy says softly.

“Looks like what you normally wear. I like it,” Hop says gruffly, fingering the collar of his own Hawaiian shirt.

Billy doesn’t say anything, but Joyce can see his fingers tangle in the soft material of the black button down. It’s a simple thing, just a black shirt with pearl snap buttons, but it looks like Billy when he comes out.

“Looks Good,” Hop nods, nudging Joyce, “Looks good right?”

She nods, her throat a little too tight to speak when she sees Billy play with the snaps, undoing one or two and looking at himself in the mirror, touching briefly to the brutal scar on his chest.

“It will look nice with your work vest too,” Will piped up, “Better than your red shirt.”

“Yeah,” Billy smirks, “Harrington says I look like Christmas.”

His eyes flash to Hop in the mirror, but Hopper just chuckles, “You kinda do. Family video has been looking awfully festive lately.”

Billy’s shoulders relax a little, “T-think he’ll like this one? Steve?”

Hopper nods, “Probably. But we can see if they have it in red too, so you can keep up the Christmas spirit.”

Billy’s jaw works and then he smiles, “Well, I do like red.”

It’s not that much easier after that. Joyce still has to ask, and ask again if Billy will get new jeans, but they finally get him a few new things.

Billy even picks out a Hawaiian shirt, faded burgundy with white and blue flowers. This time when Hop says he likes it, they both smile.

-*-*-*-

@hickory-smoked-ass tysm for this ask it was my light in the tunnel of a super hard work week.

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List of headcanons (Aladdin fandom)

I want to make it clear right away that these headcanons should not be considered all together, they are not small parts of the big picture. Yes, some of them are related or derive from each other, but some contradict the rest, so it is better to consider each one separately.

Clarification: the list is not final, it will be constantly supplemented and expanded.

An important note: headcanons will be understandable to those who watched all three parts of the cartoon Aladdin, as well as the series, and also read articles in fandom wiki.

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1. The favorite headcanon - is Aladdin, Mozenrath, Cassim - members of the same family. Mosenrath and Aladdin are brothers (completely or only on the line of one parent - no matter, I allow almost any variation).

2. Mozenrath has Asian roots.

3. Aladdin has whip scars on his arms and back from his time as a street thief.

4. In Agrabah about 20 years ago, there was an epidemic or post-war famine or economic decline and currency collapse. During that time period, many people lost relatives, including Aladdin lost his mother and Cassim was forced to leave Agrabah to earn some money.

5. Aladdin cannot write or read, and now he is learning how to do so. Until Aladdin is literate enough, he will not be allowed to be sultan.

6. Both Mozenrath and Cassim have mental trauma. Mozenrath from his childhood and adolescence, Cassim from the first time he killed a man and from the time he returned to Agrabah to his family but found neither his wife nor his son alive (or rather, he thought that no one had survived).

7. Cassim is a Tuareg (settled in Agrabah), or at least has Tuareg roots. A bunch of others follow from this headcanon, such as:

•Cassim knows the Tuareg language, Arabic is his second language.

•Cassim speaks with an accent, and sometimes mixes Arabic with his native language.

• Cassim’s marriage was not approved by his wife’s relatives.

• Cassim’s favorite color is blue, and he mostly wears blue clothes, he observes some Tuareg traditions, and abandoned some completely or partially to please the circumstances.

That's it, only 7 items so far, I'll be adding to it gradually

8. Mozenrath respects Jasmine deep down for her character and status.

9. Mozenrath has pierced ears and sometimes wears earrings.

10. Mozenrath tried to regain his hand with various spells... His bones were scratched with the texts of spells and conspiracies, which at least somehow slow down the process of further rotting of the remaining flesh.

little update hehe

11. Cassim has dissociative identity disorder. One of his personalities is psychopathic and truly enjoys criminal activities.

Wtf

12. Cassim loves beautiful clothes, jewelry and various trinkets, but wears them extremely rarely in order to avoid laughter and jokes from the other people.

13. Cassim is very fond of horses (you remember he didn't want to fly on the carpet with Aladdin and he was also talked into going to Agrabah on horseback ). He has also participated in horse races several many times and still does. He also likes to do trick ringing.

Just a small update today

14. The oracle was brought to Aladdin's wedding by Mozenrath.

15. Mozenrath's skeletal hand has no feeling, which is why he became left-handed after wearing the glove.

it's time to remember about Iago:

16. Iago and Cassim became not just good adventure companions, but true friends. Iago feels much more comfortable in Cassim's campaign, since now no one shuts him up, condemns him, or turns him into anything, heh.

17. Iago doesn't particularly like to work, but he does a favor for his friend: after Cassim leaves Agrabah, Iago helps him exchange letters with his son.

18. Iago loves casinos and every time he persuades Cassim to go there. Every time they gamble, they cheat according to their usual pattern: Iago pretends that he is an ordinary and stupid parrot that a man brought with him for some reason, and at this time helps Cassim rig the cards or recognize his opponent's cards.

I was sure that this⬇️ was already on my list, but as it turned out, no(

19. Mozenrath has long hair, but he braids it so that the length does not peek out from under his turban.

Something like this: