#buddie hugs my beloved

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

2x18 | 3x1 | 3x6 | 7x5

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Some of my favourite Sonic Movie Marathon doodles

[estheticpotaeto]

Reverse chronological buddie hugs because I felt like I forgot how to draw (also in descending order of effort lmao) anyways have the squishes

[stormbreaker-290]

In other news:

[frightfullytreeish]

buck, purchasing a new vehicle

[demisexual-eddie-diaz]

I don’t want to “fix him”.

I want Eddie Diaz to fix me.

Is he fucked up himself?

Yes.

Would he hug me when I’m sad and kiss my forehead?

Yes.

Case closed.

"i could fix him" please don't it took a lot of work to fuck him up this bad

[jromanoff]

Pink Jeeps and kittens II R. George

Pairing: Regina George (2024) x Reader, Karen Shetty (2024) x Reader (platonically)

Warning(s): none

Authors note: I haven't written anything in two years, so please bear with me :)

Summary: You damage Regina's pink Jeep when you swerve to avoid a kitten

Word count: 1.5k

It was an accident.

You didn’t mean to drive into some garbage cans on the side of the road with Regina´s pink Jeep, but you couldn´t just hit the cute black kitten that sat in the middle of the road.

After successfully evading the kitten you quickly jumped out of the Jeep and walked over to the kitten, which was in the middle of the road. In fact, you were so focussed on the kitten that you failed to look both ways for traffic when crossing the road. As you put a step on the road a car approached, honking. You quickly jumped back on the pavement in fright.

When you calmed down a little, you crossed the road to the kitten again, this time looking both ways for any traffic. You leaned down and picked up the kitten. “Hi buddy” you spoke to the cute kitten in your arms, petting its head as you walked back to Regina’s pink Jeep. Not only did you scratch her beloved Jeep; moreover, you brought a pet inside it. If Regina discovers any of this she might even buy a new custom car, you thought. Besides that, Regina will probably be angry at you and would never allow you to drive in her Jeep again. You were determined to not let that happen.

You got back behind the steering wheel and put the kitten on the floor on the passenger side of the vehicle. Now you just had to make sure Regina wouldn’t find out about any of this. The first step to ensure this was to temporarily get rid of the kitten in a pet-friendly way, but who would take a kitten in without a second thought? Karen, you thought, and immediately turned the car around to Karen’s house.

It was a 5 minute trip to Karen’s house. When you arrived you quickly jumped out with the kitten in your arms. You rang the bell, hoping it was Karen who would open the door and not one of her parents. Your prayers were answered as Karen opened the door. “Hi-“ Karen started, but gasped as she saw you standing there with a kitten in your arms.

“Is that a kitten? He’s so cute! What’s his name?” Karen said excitedly as her eyes widened at the sight of the small animal in your arms.

“Yeah, hi Karen. He doesn’t have a name yet. I kinda wanted to ask you something…” you answered her questions and immediately got to the point. Karen looked at you, curious as to what you were going to ask her. “Could you perhaps keep this cute kitten at your house today? I know it’s a big ask, but I just saved him from being ran over by a car.” you continued, waiting for Karen to say yes.

“Why?” Karen questioned as her eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Well… I’m on my way to Regina’s house…. And I’ll pick him up tomorrow to get him checked out at the vets, but you know how Regina is with animals” you explained to Karen who still wasn’t entirely convinced, but you had one last trick up your sleeve. “You can even name him if you agree, you know” you told Karen and her eyes instantly lit up. “Deal” she said with a big grin as she made grabby hands at you. Rolling your eyes you gave the kitten to Karen, who immediately hugged it to her chest.

“Thank you” you grinned at Karen. Part one of your plan was complete. Now you just needed to make sure Regina wouldn’t find out about the scratch on her Jeep.

Feeling relieved that you’ve successfully placed the kitten in Karen’s care, you hopped back into Regina’s pink Jeep, your mind racing with ideas on how to fix the scratch. As you drive away from Karen’s house, you can’t help but worry about how Regina will react if she finds out about the damage to her beloved custom painted pink vehicle.

As you arrived at Regina’s mansion, you took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves. You carefully inspected the scratch on the Jeep, hoping it wasn’t as bad as it had seemed at first. But alas, it was quite noticeable. Trudging to the front door, you summoned all your courage to ring the doorbell and waited for your girlfriend to open it.

When your girlfriend eventually answered the door, she took in the sight of you standing there with an apologetic expression.

“Alright, what’s up with you?” Regina said, her perfectly manicured eyebrow raised as she leaned on the door frame.

“Why would there be anything going on?” you said, nervously looking around and trying to evade your girlfriend’s gaze.

“You’re looking guilty about something. Spill,” Regina demanded, narrowing her eyes at you.

“Okay, fine. I messed up” you admitted, “I was driving your Jeep and I… accidentally scratched it”

Regina’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You scratched my Jeep?” she exclaimed, her voice hardening.

“I know, I know” you hurriedly responded, feeling the need to explain yourself quickly before Regina unleashed her wrath on you. “But it wasn’t entirely my fault; there was a kitten in the middle of the road, and I swerved to avoid hitting it. I couldn’t just run over that kitten”

Regina’s expression softened slightly as you explained what happened, but there was still a hint of frustration in her eyes. “So, what are you going to do about it?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She wouldn’t let you get off so easily, she had that Jeep custom made for her after all.

“I’ll take it to get repaired” you promised your girlfriend. “I’ll find the best auto body shop in town to make it look as good as new again.”

Regina nodded, seeming to consider your proposal. “Fine” she finally said, this time without any annoyance present in her tone.

“I’ll pay for it, too,” you offered your girlfriend.

“No need. I’ll pay for it with my dad’s credit card. He lets me use it for whatever I want anyway,” Regina said, then smirked. “But I do expect you to make it up to me somehow…”

“And how do you suppose I do that?” you smirked back at your girlfriend.

“Oh, I have some ideas,” Regina spoke, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she pulled you inside the house and up to her room.

The dimly lit room was filled with the scent of massage oil. Regina sat in front of you on her king size bed with her upper body bared as you massaged her shoulders. At first you assumed Regina bared her upper body for… other reasons, but unfortunately for you she just wanted a massage.  

“This was not what I had in mind” you groaned.

“Too bad. Shouldn’t have scratched my car then” your girlfriend snickered. “Now stop complaining, I’m trying to relax and enjoy my massage”

“Unbelievable…” you muttered under your breath as you continued to massage your girlfriend dutifully.

“Did I just hear something?” your girlfriend teased you.

“No” you quickly denied her accusation.

“I thought so” Regina said smugly. “I also called with Gretchen and Karen before you arrived, you know?”

“Sounds fun” you offered, confused as why your girlfriend would mention this to you in the first place. She called with Gretchen and Karen often to discuss all of the rumours that went around at school, that wasn’t new to you.

“It was, Gretchen told us about a rumour that went around about Janis” your girlfriend snickered, “Karen also told us she got a kitten at home for a day,” she continued her story. You tensed up at this information, your hands stopping their movement at Regina’s shoulders. “Someone brought it to her house and asked her to pet-sit it.”

“How thoughtful of them to think of Karen to pet-sit. She loves-”

“Cut the bullshit. I know it was you” Regina cut you off. “She named him Orange, by the way”

“Are you serious? It’s a black kitten” you frowned in confusion. Karen was something else.

“Yeah, and you allowed Karen to name it. What did you expect?” Regina snorted.

“Fair. Then I guess I’m taking Orange to the vets tomorrow” you shrugged, you were the one that promised Karen she could name the kitten after all.

“And after going to the vets, you’ll get my car detailed on the inside too right?” Regina asked. She hated the mess pets made and doesn’t want it in her Jeep, of all things.

“Absolutely”

“If I see one cat hair in my Jeep when you come back tomorrow, we’re gonna have a problem. Am I clear?” 

“Crystal” you spoke. You knew Regina wasn’t joking about that, she was very serious when it came to her custom pink Jeep.

“Now please continue my massage”

“Alright” you sighed out as you got back to massaging your girlfriend.

She may be bossy and mean sometimes, but you love her all the same.

[gdmtblr]

Without exception, we all grow old and lose many things. Things change, we can do nothing about it.

But as we age, our appearance seems to decline, yet at the same time, our inner selves become fuller. So many wonderful experiences beautifully illuminate the path we have traveled. Even if it will end someday, our life's journey continues until then.

Dear my buddy, Hug. You and I are still alive.

So let's walk together on this our beloved Green Road. As long as possible.

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Dear my Tumblr's friends.

Sorry for not posting or contacting you for so long.

From May to June, Hug wasn't in the best of health, but on the days when she was feeling well, she was in a good mood and could enjoy long walks. However, now that July has come and the hot weather has continued day after day, she has lost her energy again. Then in August, she developed an acute inflammation accompanied by a high fever, and was temporarily in critical condition.

Fortunately, she recovered, but after extensive medical examination, it was discovered that Hug had a malignant disease. (This was very brutal results, as a regular health check-up in early spring had shown no problems…) And for several reasons, it seems unlikely that she will ever be cured completely, so she will have to live with this nasty disease.

Currently, her condition is very calm. And today, she has safely reached her 14th birthday, which brings me great emotion. Seeing her smile so broadly makes me really really happy and I can't help but express my heartfelt gratitude.

“It is not length of life, but depth of life.”

 -Ralph Waldo Emerson

This is a phrase I always hold dear, and DOGS live in the “NOW” without worrying about the future. While respecting such dog's way and dignity, I continue to stay close Hug's life.

Happy birthday, Hug!

You keep a smile on your face no matter what the situation.

I am always saved by you, my sweet dear❤️

大変ご無沙汰しております。

春先以降もハグの体調があまり芳しくなく、長らくTumblr活動をお休みしてしまいました。８月には高熱を伴う急性の炎症を起こし、一時は危ない状態にまで陥ったハグですが、回復したのちに不調の原因を探るため色々な検査をしたところ悪性の疾患に罹っていることが判明しました。春に受けた定期健康診断では特に問題がなかったので、それはとても残酷な結果であり、またいくつかの理由から完治のためのハードルが高く、今後はその厄介で忌まわしい病と折り合いをつけながら暮らしてゆくことになります。

幸い、現在は落ち着いた状態を保てており、本日無事に14歳の誕生日を迎えられたことを心からうれしく感じています。どんなときも絶やすことなく僕に向けてくれる彼女の笑顔は本当に宝物でしかありません。

この先は、いつまた身体の変化が悪い方に転んでしまうのか明確には予想がつかないものの、14歳の一年はきっと大きな試練が待ち受ける年��なるでしょう。しかし元々イヌの〈犬生〉が短いことは自明であって、だからこそ僕が常々大切にしてきたのは“どのくらい生きるか”ではなく“どのように生きるか”、すなわち犬生の「長さ」ではなく「深さ」なので、今後もその考えを更に強く胸に抱きながら、ハグとともに僕らの愛するグリーン・ロードを一歩一歩踏みしめつつ、「いま」「この瞬間」を楽しみ、ひたすら歩いてゆくだけです。

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_JOemyYBm_8

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'd like to request a ShinyHunter!Reader giving their epilogue friends Pokemon they caught during their adventure (can be traded or gifted), with handwritten notes carefully taped inside their Pokeballs kinda explaining the meaning behind them:

Carmine - Authentic Polteageist

"I came to Kitakami as a stranger but left as your friend. It's my hope that this Pokemon and your beloved Sinistcha can be good buddies just as we are now."

--

Kieran - Roaring Moon / Iron Valiant

"I wanted to give you something that's just as rare, powerful, and wonderful as you are. Just as you found yourself through the darkness during the excursion in Area Zero, so too did I find this Pokemon."

--

Arven - Arcanine

"I wanted you and Mabosstiff to have a loyal, strong companion by your side, someone who will be by your side no matter what happens in life."

--

Nemona - Whatever the reader's starter was

"I wanted you to carry a piece of me in your party, since you've been the first friend to support and encourage me on my adventure."

--

Penny - Either Espeon or Glaceon

"I know you love a certain type of Pokemon, and I hoped this one would find belonging with your team - just like you've found it with me, Team Star, and the others."

Ik we can't trade shinies but damn it if gamefreak won't let us,,,we writers WILL make it happen

........

Carmine

One of the first things she learned about you during your trip to Kitakami was your obsession with shiny-hunting. You've done it all your life, with your first ever starter pokemon being a shiny, too!

You literally spend hours at a time running around different places, looking for Pokémon that either have a darker/lighter hue to their colors or looked incredibly different.

Tbh wonders if this is some Paldea craze bc no way could she see herself wasting so much time...

Despite that, your team of shiny 'mons had great stats and kicked her team down pretty good.

For a while she thought you were being the biggest show-off.

But after everything that happened with Ogerpon, the Loyal Three, BB Academy, Kieran, Terapagos, Pecharunt, etc..Carmine becomes one of your closest friends, learning to accept and support your passions for shiny hunting.

When she decides to trade you a Poltchageist, you surprise her by trading back a Shiny Polteageist with the authentic stamp, having found it by sheer luck.

Inside its pokeball, she discovers a note carefully taped within, and you assure her she can read it in front of you.

"To Carmine: I arrived to Kitakami as a stranger, but left as your friend, and I'm glad our bond has grown stronger. It's my hope that this Authentic Polteageist and your Sinistcha can become good buddies just like we have -[Y/n]"

She was so close to tearing up until she reads the word "authentic" and wonders how tf you managed to find such a specific Pokémon (especially a shiny authentic Polteageist).

"Well I had to set up a camp near Alfornada and then-" You almost start infodumping your hunting strategies, but she stops you with a hug instead.

"I promise they'll become the best of friends, and if not....then I'll...I'll make them be friends!" She huffs, while you just smile and hug her back, glad she appreciated the note.

Kieran

In Kitakami, he was always fascinated by your team of shinies, and at dinner he gawked when you brought up tales of your harrowing adventures in trying to find them.

For instance, you nearly got beaten up by some Mankeys before finding a Shiny Primeape somewhere nearby--but talked about it so casually. Like it was just another normal day for you.

You're not only strong, but very brave too..and he admires those traits.

Although when you two meet again at BB, it's just more fuel added to his jealousy of you. And he even comments about whether you wasted more time shiny hunting or training.

In the underdepths, you found a Shiny Carbink, and he tries catching it first---only for it to break out of the pokeball, and he scowls when you capture it without much trouble.

But after reconciling with each other and resolving the whole mess with Pecharunt, Kieran decides to trade you an Applin (after hyping himself up to ask you ofc).

You considered trading him one as well...

But you thought of something even better that also held special meaning:

A Shiny Paradox Pokémon you found when you returned to Area Zero to capture the alpha 'raidon.

More specifically, it was [Roaring Moon/Iron Valiant], and he was absolutely stunned when the creature pops out and greets him, unable to believe his eyes.

"W-Wowzers, you're actually gonna let me have one of.....huh?" It presents him with a note, handwritten by you.

"To Kieran: I wanted to give you something that's just as rare, powerful, and wonderful as you are. Just like how you've found yourself through the darkness back in Area Zero, I too found this Paradox Pokémon waiting for me. May it be your guiding light to future victories -[Y/N]"

He doesn't realize he's crying at your touching message until he sees several teardrops staining the paper.

How did he get so lucky to have such a caring and forgiving person like you in his life?

Arven

He knew about your shiny hunting hobby, although at times he thinks you're nuts for willing to risk life and limb for a slightly differently colored Pokémon.

You have notes about how you found a Shiny Garganacl, Copperajah, Gabite, Houndstone, and even an Iron Bundle--all down in Area Zero.

You explain that sparkling sandwich recipes make them show up more often, and he tries it out and is stunned when he finds a Shiny later on.

Ofc you take a little pride in teaching him something new.

When he visits the League Club and decides to trade Pokémon with you, it wasn't that hard to figure out what to give him.

He's stunned when it's a Shiny Arcanine with a note taped within the pokeball, addressed to him.

"To Arven: I've helped you and Mabosstiff before, and I will do so again. So here's a Pokémon who will be forever loyal to you both. No matter what curveballs life may throw at you, Arcanine will never leave your side -[Y/N] (PS: I've been calling this one Mustard, but you can give it a new name if you wish).

He laughs a little at the end of the message, as it brought a huge smile to his face.

"Not a bad name, buddy! Thank you..truly. I think Mustard and Mabosstiff will get along just fine."

Nemona

She'll thrilled you've found your calling as a shiny hunter during your Pokemon journey, but always reminded you not to forget about being her "rival for life", too.

When all is said and done, you invited her to the clubroom at the BB Academy with an idea.

Since she was the first person in Paldea to give you the encouragement to start your Pokémon journey, you wanted to give her something extra special to show your thanks.

Although first you had to pull her away from Kieran (who was startled by her demand for a battle) and distract her by proposing a trade.

Turns out she planned to do that exact same thing when she arrived....but got caught up in meeting a fellow champion and totally forgot in her excitement.

Anyways, you finally did a trade and Nemona's amazed when you give her a shiny version of your starter Pokémon (meanwhile, your fully-leveled starter ace is standing beside you, looking proud).

She's so hyped to rush outside and train it that she doesn't even see the note you left in the pokeball until the shiny gives it to her.

"Huh?? Oh! How could I have missed this??" She gasps dramatically before sitting down to read it over.

"To Nemona: You've always supported and encouraged me since the start of my Pokémon journey, and I couldn't be more grateful. So as my first friend and rival here in Paldea, I wanted you to carry a piece of me in your party. May you both grow stronger together -[Y/N]"

Her heart is just full as she reads the sweet note, before jumping up to crush you in a hug.

This really meant a lot to her--more than you ever know considering you've been her #1 source of encouragement, too.

Penny

Tackling all the Team Star bases definitely gave you an excuse to do some shiny hunting on the side, and you soon come across an Eevee.

It had a lonely/timid nature when you caught it, feeling like a misfit despite being in your party of shinies.

You weren't sure which form to evolve it into, as it didn't seem interested in any stone or in becoming your friend.

After helping Team Star and Penny redeem themselves and resolve the mess with Pecharunt, you have a small chat in her dorm room about Shiny Eeveelutions--to which she remarks her attempts to collect them, yet is having terrible luck so far.

She's well aware that Flareon, Glaceon, and Leafeon shinies look painfully similar to their counterparts (having slightly different hues) and expresses her frustration in the fact she could have seen one but didn't realize...

Later, you find Shiny Eevee digging through your bag, and you wonder why until it pulls out an ice stone.....and it finally occurs to you that it heard your conversation with Penny.

Seems like it finally made its choice.

So when you invite her to the League Club, you trade her a Shiny Glaceon, to which she just gawks like "are you fr???? I can have this one????"

Then she sees the note meticulously taped inside and reads it to herself.

"To Penny: I know how much you love a certain type of Pokémon. So I entrust you with this Glaceon, a true Shiny. I hope it finds belonging in your team, just like you've found it in me, Team Star, and all the others -[Y/n]."

She can't help the smile growing on her face, taking off her glasses to wipe at her eyes, all while Shiny Glaceon smiles and comforts her--proving that it's ready to be her new companion.

[majorproblems77]

IKA I THOUGHT YOU WERE NOT WHUMPING ANYONE THIS MONTH WHERE IS YOUR APOLOGY TO ME (/jkjk)

MY FEELINGS :((((((((((((((( (/pos)

GIVE HIM A HUG

always an angel, never a god.

[lyric from "not strong enough' by boy genius]

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Buddie Moments Per Episode: 8x9 Sob Stories (Part 3)

[fandomnerd9602]

TLC (🌶️)

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

Life was well adjusting for you, your doe hybrid wife Wanda and of course the twin hybrid boys Billy and Tommy. The four of you all felt like one big happy family.

The Sanctuary was up and running well. The public loves you and a Wanda as the spokespeople for the organization.

Overall, life was perfect. But there was a little nagging feeling at the back of Wanda’s head. It appeared every time she looked into the mirror after a shower.

Wanda didn’t think she looked as beautiful as when she met you. True she had put on a little bit of weight, not much. In fact you didn’t even notice it. But she did. Of course a person is their own worst enemy.

Natasha approached you one day in the Sanctuary’s office.

“Hey boss,” she smirked, “I need these papers signed by the end of today and Wanda needs your love”

“I love my doe. I tell her every day” you replied.

“True but I think she needs a special reminder, bud.” Natasha explains, “she needs to know that she’s still a goddess in your eyes”

You quickly sign Natasha’s papers and hurry out the door, “I’m taking the rest of the day off. Thanks Wolf Buddy!”

You took Wanda home and drew her a bath. You set out a home spa kit for her and turned down the lights in the bathroom.

“Detka,” your doe mate giggles and blushes at your display of affection.

“Just take a little you break, okay?” You topped it off with a kiss, “the boys are staying with Natasha tonight”

And with that, you gently closed the door and let Wanda have a little afternoon alone in the bathroom with some scented candles and some relaxing lavender scented bath bombs.

Meanwhile you went to work, crafting a homemade vegan meal for you and your beloved mate. You loved cooking for Wanda and the boys. It was like a hidden love of yours.

You got the vegetarian dish on the stove simmering as you heard the gentle footsteps of your doe walking down the stairs. She was wrapped in your white robe and her hair was damp. As if there was any way that your mate couldn’t look more goddess like.

She gently walked over to you and wrapped you in a hug, kissing you softly. “Thank you, detka” she whispered against your lips.

“Oh that was just part one” you smiled.

“How many parts have you planned?” Your mate giggled.

“Three, five. I lost count, my doe” you shrugged your shoulders.

The vegetarian dish you prepared went perfectly with the wine that Wanda selected. The two of you are able to talk and communicate with one another like you were on your first date again. It felt marvelous.

You both changed into your pajamas and danced together in the living room to your favorite songs.

“Detka,” she giggles as she holds to you, “this night has just been perfect”

“We’re not done yet” you gave a wink.

You led Wanda back to the couch, a little uncertain. You and your doe were always very open with each other when it came to mating.

You sat her down and knelt before her like a knight before his queen.

“Wanda, do you trust me?” You gently asked her.

“Of course I do,” she giggled.

“Okay then just lean back, relax, and let me worship you, my doe”

Wanda simply leaned back, letting herself rest against the couch. You gave a kiss to her lips, then one to her neck and then another to her collarbone.

“Detka,” your mate gently moaned. You pulled back and got back on your knees.

You kissed her lower legs and then her knees and then as far up on her thighs as you could before hitting the fabric of her pj shorts.

Wanda was practically a panting mess at this point and you had barely begun.

“Shall I continue?” You asked her, your voice a little deeper with intent.

She grabbed the strings of her shorts and undid the knot, loosening them right up for you.

“P-Please,” she begged you. You happily obliged.

First you pulled down her shorts and continued kissing your way up her legs.

Wanda’s panting breathes were all the encouragement you needed.

“I-I dreamt about this for a long time” she sheepishly moans out.

“Really?” You looked up to your goddess of a mate, “like what kind of dreams?”

“I use to touch myself to thoughts of you,” she admits, a blush making its way across her face. “And there was one spot that always made me feel good”

“Guide me,” you respond. “Please. I want you to feel as good as you make me feel”

Wanda lets out a nervous giggle. She gently takes a hold of one of your hands and guides it down between her legs. Your fingertips brush a certain little spot

Immediately Wanda tenses up, “t-there it is! M-my pearl.”

You begin touching it softly, rubbing small circles.

“H-Harder. Please” she begs. You oblige. Within seconds, your doe is a whimpering mess.

“Detka!” She moans, “(Y/N)! Oh!! Don’t stop!! Please don’t stop!!!”

You gently pull down her cotton garment and begin worshipping her even more.

Within a few mere minutes, she was gripping your shoulders, tense and shouting your name. Her eyes were shut tight as the feelings of euphoria and absolute fulfillment rushed over her entire being.

Your doe collapsed against the cushions of your couch, trying to catch her breath and smiling like a contented house cat.

“Thank you, thank you!” She was repeating thru panting breaths.

“Thank you,” you kissed her tenderly, “for letting me worship you”

She took a firm hold of your shoulder and guided you to sit on the couch.

Your amazing mate then got on her knees in front of you, her eyes were darkened with lust, love and adoration for you.

“Now let me worship you,” she said with a lustful purr. Her deer tail shaking with anticipation. “And…don’t be afraid to hold on to my antlers.” She gave you a little wink as she began unbuckling your pants.

Wanda, your wife, your mate, a graceful doe, a loving deer. The two of you can and will love and worship each other for as long as you both shall live and then long after into eternity.

Tags: @lifespectator @aloneodi @abimess @olsenmyolsen @supercorpdanbeau @scarletquake-n7 @multi-fandom-enjoyer

[12amintoronto]

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢 ... omar marmoush x reader

"every time you try to forget who i am, i'll be right there to remind you again... you know me." - abel makkonen tesfaye

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wc: 2.7k

synopsis: as clear as omar had made himself the previous time about hating seeing another player's name on your back... you weren't finished. two could play this sort of game.

contents: hottt but still sfw, reader's plan is hit with a plot twist!!!!, possessive omar, female reader, engaged, love bites, passionate, makeout, fluff at the end.

notes: request fulfilled for @mariejuli (I HOPE ITS UP TO UR LIKING) bc once you really get to that part of the fic... it gets different for i got an idea that i hope u think is as great as i think it is (that being; the twist in the story)🩵🩵 this piece is the second installment to reminder, which got so much love which im so very grateful for

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you understood very well the implications of you wearing another footballer's kit hence your fiancé having made himself clear as ever not long ago after he caught you repping your friend who is a forward for girona.

omar... had you any idea this is a game that two can play?

another lovely city win - the smallest bit of discouragement from the last minute of the match did sting, that being striker erling haaland's disallowed goal - damn you, var!

though you had no reason for the most part to be unhappy about anything. a vibrant match, no goals conceded by your beloved club... and of course, some hot action from your prospective husband omar marmoush on the pitch... looking very good clad in the colour burgundy.

how don't you even have a kit that colour in your collection yet?

it did not take much digging through your recollection of prior happenings to remember a time you wore a burgundy knit sweater around the house.

...

"this colour is so beautiful on you, habibti." omar's words replayed verbatim in your mind, extracted from that very moment which was not a long while ago. you could remember how obsessed that man was. the way he snaked his arms around your waist from behind you, in front of the mirror, admiring the way that number adorned you.

the way he was being so soft with you made the corners of your lips turn up into a smile. "thank you, my love~" you replied.

...

you found yourself at pitchside hugging omar tightly as you usually do post-match when you're present at the stadium, regardless of the fact that he is all sweaty from playing for what is usually at least a good 70 minutes.

his smile was radiant after such a win. he pressed a kind kiss to your forehead before finally getting to look at you for good.

"nice game, habibti?"

"very nice, you performed amazing as per." you assured him. you always enjoyed yourself when you got to see your man play, and the victory only made it better.

"...and i love this third kit on you." you added.

he shook his head, chuckling. "yeah, you like?"

"yes, very much." you placed a palm on his chest and that really made his heart warm. omar pulled you in again by your waist and continued to kiss your forehead.

"going to go shower, now. i will be so quick, love... before you know it we can have a nap together on the ride home to manchester. love you, okay?"

"love you, habibi~" you smirked, giving him gentle pats on the back before you watched him be on his way. omar looked over his shoulder with a smug grin, at you, before going back to get himself right

it was not long until you saw one of omar's buddies approaching you - erling haaland - city's striker, of whom omar always made amazing gameplay with. it was expected that you'd befriend erling since omar had gotten close to him the day he began training at city - gushing about you to him and the other teammates in the dressing room and all.

"y/n!" the tall norweigan called out to you.

you knew right away who it was calling to you. "erling! what's up!" you beamed. he held out his hand to give you a proper dap up like he does with his teammates, and it was spot on, you two's hands clasping, before he let go and dropped his hand to his side. "nice goal," you continued, "can't believe var didn't allow that second one.."

"eh. what can we do. we won though!" erling shrugged, knowing he did his job as the club's main goalscorer.

"...and say, you have got to match with the team after the win."

you tilted your head at that. "i do match! look - i've got my gear on, no?" you inquired, your grasping at the city badge over your heart with your thumb and index.

"you're basically part of the team thought since you're the other half of omar, here~" erling insisted, already pulling at his kit to come off of him. his form was still clad in the identically coloured longsleeve he kept on underneath the jersey. he held the matchworn kit out to you,

you took it and gave that "bro nod" to erling, a gesture of approval which made him chuckle, in which he did it back to you.

"you can be burgundy like the rest of us, you are now that you have this."

"thanks erl, never actually had a kit in this colour anyway."

"no problem, see you then, y/n," erling concluded, holding his hand out again to dap you up once more before heading off to city's dressing room.

once he was on his way, you looked at the iconic striker's kit in hand...

and an idea really came over you.

you knew exactly how to make use - to give omar payback for last time.

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the following day after the spurs match, you and omar were chilled out together in you two's home in the evening. your fiancé was having a small nap in the living room after an exhausting session of training with his team, which allowed you to take on the bit of housework that omar certainly wouldn't let you lift a finger for if him being awake were the case.

you laundered a good bit of your clothes while he was out of the house training, and now you were finally taking the time to neatly fold and hang your clothes that are now clean. erling's kit from the day before included.

you had a masterplan.

and it took no time to get on it once you it was about time you act on it.

you slipped off the cami that you were already wearing, folding that neatly, before you reached for the burgundy city kit that was face-up, and replaced what you were just wearing as a top, with it.

looking to yourself in your vanity mirror, you smoothed the burgundy athletic fabric over your body.

and the fact that you could already hear stirring from the living room only solidified how certain you were about this being the perfect time to execute your plan - to push omar's buttons.

you were sure this was gonna work on him.

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your omar, looking fine as ever even with a little bit of sleepiness still written in his movements - which were slow and careful, was standing in the dim kitchen getting himself a glass of water.

you slyly watched him, as if he even had a clue you were there, and you could not tear your gaze away from the way his lips wrapped around the rim of the glass, as he delicately sipped, savouring the replenishing feeling a simple glass of water gave him that many would take for granted, for it was the second last sundown until the commencement of ramadan.

he looked so good doing it. the way his adam's apple had shown through as he swallowed, and the way he'd bring the back of his hand to his upper lip as he set down the glass.

you sauntered closer to him with footsteps that made the littlest sound, and smirked at yourself with your plan in mind. you wrapped omar up in a surprise hug from behind, your arms embracing around his waist.

omar grinned at the feeling of your touch, and turned around 180, so that he could made the hug heart to heart. he closed his eyes in bliss, feeling the familiarity of his soon to be wife. "good evening, my love~"

"hey baby~" you replied, trying to play it cool best as possible, not allowing your sneaky plan involving erling's kit to alter your tone into a questionable one. "sleep well?"

"mmh," omar groaned against you, still a bit adorably sleepy. you felt him nod. you giggled and brought your hand to his nape, the weakest amongst all of his spots... feeling his fade.

his senses caught onto the colour that adorned that top half of your body. he hugged you tighter, his hands splayed across your back, rubbing up and down gently.

"mmmhh... love this colour on you, habibti... pretty~"

your lips turned up into a smile and you pulled back to look at omar almost dreamily when he confessed such. the "thank you" you said to him was of the softest voice... you tried to suppress any sneakiness the sound of your voice could convey.

omar returned that sweet look. he was so eager for this sight of you wearing the third kit for the first time. "yes, pretty...

...do a spin quickly for me?"

you were already prepared for what you expected to come your way. so you were feeling yourself, as you gave omar a cute twirl, like you do at his command when it comes down to any sort of outfit that he's just seeing you in.

and lord. the sight of the surname and number on the back of the kit? his eyes narrowed.

"oh, habibti..." omar whispered, his hands caressing your sides up and down.

and suddenly, not a single second was wasted as omar tightened his arms around your waist, lifting you up abruptly, causing you to instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, elbows rested on his shoulders. you were now sat on the kitchen counter.

your arsenal of comebacks was readied. to hold your own amidst omar getting jealous like the last time all over again.

but, wait a second.

why was he smiling?

not with any visible sort of malice laced within his smile either. it was just, pure... his eyes reflecting the minimal warm lighting that illuminated the kitchen from light strips underneath the cupboards.

oh, he had to be putting up a front, though. smiling to conceal some other feeling that kit you had on was giving him.

"beautiful." omar murmured close to your ear.

it wasn't long before he closed the gap of tension and crashed his lips into yours.

"beautiful? when it's not even his kit i'm wearing? weird..." you thought to yourself... it's not his name and number on the kit...

...is it?

you rolled with it anyway, though. "beautiful?" really? he had to have said that sarcastically.

you could never turn down some steamy kissing with your fiancé. and for some reason, strangely enough, omar was particularly happy about getting to do so in this very moment.

the egyptian having his hands all over you, his lips grazing and locking with yours had you near melting.

you were surprised again once you had felt his large hands grasp underneath your thighs that he was standing in between just a second ago, you again taking hold on him by the shoulders as he carried you where he wanted you.

certainly your plan couldn't have him excited?

you were expecting that jealous omar that you encountered the day that your girona friend's name and number were on your back.

but you went along with it anyways, had you not a clue there was something that your man knows, in which you yourself, don't.

omar's kisses lingered about away from your lips as he carried you, as you felt the soft smacks of his lips on the corner of your mouth, your cheek, and your temple. you kept your eyes closed along the way to relish in the sensation the absolute best you could.

you felt yourself being lowered, and in a matter of seconds you were laid by the egyptian footballer on a soft surface - you and omar's bed.

from there on, you opened your eyes just slightly wanting to look at him, but they shut again as soon as omar's mouth found way to your neck to kiss... and lick... and suck.

you tried to catch his drift in the midst of it all - instead of an emotional reaction to another man's name on your back, was he just holding his tongue (in the sense that he'd not speak) ... and just deal with you the way he knew he should in such a situation?

it felt good, nonetheless...

this didn't feel like punishment as you had prospected, though.

"o-omar..."

"shhhh, habibti."

"you know marks show up so easily there, babe... i have places to be tomorrow, please~" you whined, concerned about the hickies omar's passion would inflict unto you, your hand caressing his nape.

"just allow me... you're not getting away from me. not now." he countered.

omar sucked on your neck some more - you could already feel the red marks coming on. that was until he pulled away for air, and stood back up, gesturing to the remaining pieces of clothing from your unfinished chore of folding laundry, which were all piled atop one side of the bed.

"i'm just going to move these, habibti... just on the floor. i'll finish the chores when i've taken care of you."

"if you insist, love."

as omar was about to move your laundered clothes from the bed, he first reached out to a number that had seemed to catch his eye. your eyes followed...

...a burgundy man city kit...

...with "haaland" and the number nine scribed across the back?

omar chuckled. "since when did you have this?"

"omar i- i'm so confused right now..."

"i'm just as confused!"

you stammered, heart racing. omar's expression didn't even convey any sort of agitation, though. he was just smiling with his eyebrow raised, having a bit of a laugh.

"how the heck do i have two third kits, omar?!"

"habibti, the one you're wearing right now was my surprise for you!"

you stopped and stood up, just looking around as any person who'd have no clue what's happening would do. then you caught onto your reflection in the vanity mirror, and turned your back.

there it read;

marmoush. 7.

"see, my surprise! i tossed my kit from yesterday's match with the clothes you wanted to put washing...

...where'd this come from, though!" omar asked, holding up erling's kit.

"i wanted you get onto your nerves on purpose with a kit that wasn't yours!"

omar's laughter grew. "no wonder haaland came back into the dressing room after the rest of us guys with just his long sleeves!"

you began to laugh with him. "yeah! because we got caught up in a chat... he gave me his match kit... and i just took it because, i mean, he's iconic."

still laughing softly at this whole situation, omar shook his head, his vision flickering between you in his kit, and erling's kit that was in his hands.

"oh, sweetie." he dropped erling's kit, and outstretched his arms to you, as he sat back onto the edge of the bed. "come. come here."

and you folded instantly, hurrying to practically pounce into your man's lap, straddling him and stealing a deep kiss from him - which took him by surprise... but he eased into it sooner than anyone could think. omar leant back until he was laying down, you on top of him, the laundry underneath your bodies, forgotten.

that went on for a satisfying bit, and in time you both pulled away simultaneously to look each other in the eyes. omar took your chin between his thumb and index gently.

"silly girl." he smirked.

"omar, stopppp~"

"and you had no idea you were actually wearing my kit, habibti... looking so mine."

"i learned from last time that provoking you could be very fun. that was my intention~"

"so sneaky... you know how to be a little devil, you do."

he kissed you deep again, and you two got the remnants of joyous laughter out together, just thinking about how hysterical it was how events never unfolded according to your plan. the laughter faded slowly, until omar and you were left in a tender moment, one another's foreheads resting against each other's gently.

"but hey..." omar started. "if you are being serious about seeing that side of me...

...i dare you to put on erling's kit one of these days."

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So much trauma packed into one coat

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Here’s a snippet from my current WIP The Lone Ranger. Chapter 1 can be found here, and chapter 2 can be found here. This is tid bit from chapter 4:

“I missed you,” Jonah mumbles.

“I missed you too,” TK replies and kiss the top of his little head. “Sorry I’ve been gone for so long.”

Jonah leans his head back so he can look up into TK’s face. “When’s Papa Carlos gonna be home?”

TK feels himself slump and tries to hide the wounded expression that begins to work its way across his face.

“Soon,” he lies. He really doesn’t know. He’s starting to show signs of improvement, but it could still be a long time. And no matter how long, it will be too long.

“Why can’t he come home now?” Jonah demands, wiggling like he’s ready to be let down, but TK is ready to let him go just yet.

“He’s…” TK can’t find the words. There’s no doubt in his mind that Jonah has already figured out something is wrong, with both of his parents being away so long with no explanation, how could he not know?

Andrea pins TK down with a look. He needs to tell him.

“Why can’t he come home?” Jonah repeats.

TK sighs and walks over to the couch, where sets Jonah down before sitting down next to him.

“Jonah,” TK starts. The look Jonah gives him is concerned and bewildered. TK takes a deep breath, this going to be harder than he thought. This is the first time since everything happened that he’s had to face Jonah not through a video call facilitated by his dad or Andrea. “Papa Carlos is in the hospital.”

Jonah raises both of his eyebrows in alarm. “Is he sick?!”

TK shakes his head. “He got hurt at work. I’ve been staying with him.”

“Oh,” Jonah says, his mind deep at work behind his brown eyes. “Can I stay with him too?”

“No, buddy,” TK says gently, and brushes the hair out of his brother’s face. Saying no to his little brother is one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. He knows Jonah misses Carlos too. “Not right now. He has to rest for a while so he can get better.”

“What if I’m really quiet?” Jonah asks, lowering his voice to a whisper. “I can be very quiet.” He lowers his voice even more. “I’ll be extra careful not to wake him up.”

A weak chuckle makes it out of TK’s throat, and he smiles at Jonah. He smiles a real smile for the first time since Carlos was shot. “As soon as he wakes up, you can come see him, okay?”

Jonah frowns, weighing this in his mind before finally nodding, finding these terms agreeable. “Okay.” Then he fixes TK with a look that is so very serious and stern. No four year old has any business throwing out looks like that. “He’s going to be okay.”

TK doesn’t say anything, but instead pulls Jonah into a tight hug. He holds him until the kid finally decides he has had enough and pulls away, hopping off the couch.

“Do you want to see what me and Aubela made?”

TK smiles after him as he scampers across the loft to his room. “You know I do.”

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 148 (Keeping a Promise to Ben and His Dog)

cw: death

The sun had barely risen when Heather and Conrad took Ash and Gord to Deadgrass Isle. Ben Gordon's old lighthouse towered over the isle from the point, and they found him waiting by the anchor statue in front of the museum.

His dog, Captain Whitaker, had joined them in his translucent form - the better for him to enjoy an ambrosia treat, they understood.

The morning had finally come for the old lighthouse keeper to hand his beloved pup to these Gordons before his final journey.

Both dogs smelled the treats in Heather's jacket pocket, but she sated Gord with a Buttercup before letting him run off to chase a flock of birds. She could see Ben, finally, just like Conrad and her son, and the old man's smiling explanation was simple. "You're a Gordon now."

Conrad looked between the dogs and his family - both living and dead. "Are you ready for this, Ben?"

The old man nodded. "I've been ready a long time. So's the Captain."

"You're not afraid of what happens when you cross over?"

Ash's innocent question made the ghostly lighthouse keeper smile. "I've seen enough in my time that nothing would shock me. I'm ready."

"I'm sorry it took us so long to come back here." Conrad glanced apologetically at the ground.

"Do you mean for you and your family to pick up the Captain, or the long overdue return of the Gordons to Brindleton Bay?"

The Gordon men shared a wistful smile. "If fate decided to bring me back to Brindleton Bay in the form of my gorgeous wife, then fate is too good to me."

"Fate didn't make you a good enough man to deserve everything you have. That came from somewhere else."

Conrad nodded in agreement. "My parents."

Ben laughed. "Good genes."

Captain Whitaker barked, accepting the friendliest introduction as Heather reached for the ambrosia treats. Though she'd made more than a few, she'd never actually used one, and hoped more than anything she'd gotten the complicated formula just right.

The ghostly Chesapeake Bay retriever gobbled the ambrosia, and almost immediately began to glow within a prism of light. Ash watched in awe as the dog floated above the dirt, spinning rapidly before landing on four legs. "Wow! He's really coming alive again!" Ash cried with excitement.

The Captain didn't look much different now than Ash remembered him from the snowy day he first met Ben and his dog on Deadgrass Isle, and the reanimated pup barked joyfully in his new form.

"I haven't seen him this excited in over a century."

Captain Whitaker's new humans bent down to give him pets, welcoming him into the family with Buttercups and friendly hugs. Gord had returned from chasing birds covered in mud, but he excitedly greeted his new four-legged friend, too.

The excitement of the moment almost masked the weight of everything they'd come to do, but Captain Whitaker couldn't forget about Ben. They'd been companions for over a century and a half, but Ben was ready to move on, and the Captain knew it.

The retriever marched away from Heather, Ash, and Conrad, finding his longtime best friend glancing wistfully toward his old lighthouse on the hill. Blinking back a tear from his eye, Ben bent down to scratch behind the Captain's ears for old time's sake.

"Nobody could've had a better friend than you. Be good for the Gordons, and young Ash. And that sweet little girl I know you can't wait to meet." Captain Whitaker barked - high pitched and happy, but long and mournful at the same time. "I'll see you some day, old boy."

Ben stood, his form already shifting as he slowly left this simlandian plane. Though he made himself visible to others in a form they recognized most readily, his body now glowed with the same translucence as most ghosts.

"What happens now?" Ash wondered. "Does Grim come?"

Conrad shrugged. "I don't think so, buddy. But I think Ben knows what to do."

With one final wave, Ben floated to the small custom stone grave Heather and Conrad had commissioned for him. He laughed warmly at the inscription.

Ben Gordon (1835-1901) Your watch is finally over. We've got the Captain from here.

"Did you have to tell everyone how old I was?"

Conrad raised his hands apologetically. "The local historian insisted on it before we placed it on the isle. I know Gordons don't crave the spotlight, but he said you're an important part of town history and should be remembered properly now that the Brindletons aren't here to erase our name."

Ben blushed. "Tell him thanks, if you think of it."

With one final glance to his surroundings, he tipped his cap and somersaulted into the air. In a puff of white smoke, he disappeared into the gravestone, and Ash looked on in awe.

"So that's it? He's really gone? We really helped him?"

Captain Whitaker barked in the affirmative, bringing the awestruck Gordons back to earth. Ash raced off to school, leaving Heather, Conrad, and the dogs for a moment of contemplation.

Lighting candles to honour Ben's spirit, they vowed to uphold the promise on his epitaph.

But more than adopting a new dog, they'd accepted an unspoken promise to keep safe the town Ben had guarded from his lighthouse for so long. ->

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NOTE: This was such a headache, I'm still so annoyed that EA made Captain Whitaker a living dog in the middle of me playing through the adoption arc. I thought I had the solution when I downloaded a ghost version of Captain Whitaker from the Gallery, but when I put the ghost in game he was alive again! Why?!

I had to steal a random NPC ghost dog they'd met once, change him to a Chesapeake Bay retriever in CAS and add the telltale bandana. So that's the dog Heather is actually reanimating, before I switched him out for the real Captain Whitaker who Conrad befriended with Gord back in the winter.

Also, because Heather is pregnant the house already has eight sims. So I technically cheated adding Captain Whitaker to the family because even though I have 10 set for my max house size, when I have eight sims I can't adopt or ask to move in as normal. But this was a bonus gen goal which I can cheat if I want, and I wanted to - especially after all the trouble I went through to play out the arc!