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quinngefail · 28 days ago

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I’m having a very very bad Christmas. Can you please tell me some sweet and fluffy chainshipping stuff? What do you think they’re doing for Christmas?

Well first off I'm sorry to hear, and I hope everything ends up alright :(

So uh even if it helps a lil bit, here's some Christmas things that came to mind! Absolutely putting a cut. Because it is Yap City down there 😩

So just to preface (and just really explain this in more depth for the first time), the way I'm writing them is with my timeline of the Bathroom Trap in October of 2004. The two eventually go back to their lives after being separately released from hospital care. They (Lawrence) do periodically get in contact with (Adam) one another, just to check in and all that… But as time goes on, they (Adam) stop answering each other's (Lawrence's) calls, and they completely drift apart. It's not until about a half a year passes (so June or July of 2005), when Lawrence happens to encounter Adam again, and it's immediately clear that things have gotten bad on Adam's end. Not that Lawrence isn't suffering himself, of course, but it's very apparent just how bad Adam is doing.

From there, they begin to shakily reconnect, and realize that they're the only people in the world who can ever truly understand the particular horror that they went through... And it slowly becomes clear that there is something still very much lingering between them. An ache, a desire, a yearn that has never left either of them since that day... Which brings only more to this difficult road they're already attempting to navigate.

...So with that established, I'm just gonna fast forward to December of 2005, where they've been together for a few months now, and have become close enough to want to celebrate the holidays together :)

(Quick note that Alison and Diana are physically out of the picture at this point in time, that's a whole other ramble for another time- in short, they got the fuck out of Saw City a good few months back, and are doing their own thing to recover from that day)

So WITH THAT ALL LAID OUT, here's some First Christmas headcanons:

First off, with Adam's dysfunctional ass family (whom he's also only sparingly talked to over the past seven-ish years), I just cannot imagine he's ever had a 'normal' Christmas. It "doesn't matter though", as he's declared for years now that he doesn't give two shits about this "Commercialized Crap Holiday for Brainwashed, Bible-Humping Idiots" ("The term is 'bible-thumping', Adam"). While initially he wears this attitude around Lawrence, he decides to just sorta ease up on it for now- especially after Lawrence expresses this simple, genuine want for the two of them to just have a nice celebration together.

Lawrence, meanwhile, has this lingering complication with the holiday from his upbringing- but he's definitely not at a stage where he's ready to get into all that with Adam. However, what's more important to him this year is just wanting to provide a nice Christmas for the both of them. He's really not fussy about all the 'Traditional Christmas Stuff™️' and genuinely just wants nothing more than a pleasant time with the person he cares so deeply for. Besides, it's only been a little over a year since the bathroom trap- and while things have gradually gotten easier since then, there's still a long way to go for the both of them. He knows that they both get stressed and overwhelmed rather easily, so he's more than fine with something that is just simple and laid back.

I think too, after he hears about Adam never having even one good Christmas, it's important for him to just. Provide that experience, y’know,

(And not in a WE NEED TO CONVERT YOU INTO LOVING CHRISTMAS 😤😤😤 sort of way lmao, it's more just like Hey it's that time of year where we take time to express love for one another, we just also happen to bring a tree into our house and cover it in decorations Iol. And I simply want to express love for you, while I happen to have a decorated tree in my house)

((Okay but speaking of trees I can fully imagine Lawrence being the type to have fake trees, but like dude my family has been doing the same for years lmao. I think we all just collectively got sick of the mess and I feel like he would be the same way HSJRJGK))

Anyway. Adam initially has the idea of putting together this collection of photos for Lawrence, as well as burning a CD for him with a very intentional selection of songs; both with the goal of just sorta expressing the things he struggles with actually saying to Lar. He has a very hard time with vulnerability, but finds it comes easier to him through art. However, it does not take long before a little voice in his head is hissing that it won't be enough for Lawrence, someone who he assumes is 'so accustomed' to 'high-class luxury'. This will be nothing compared to all that. Still, he goes through with taking photos of things he finds as captivating as Lawrence, and narrowing down a small selection of important songs that just make him think of Lar, their relationship, the difficult feelings Adam is grappling with, and anything between (he even tries to stay within that sappy shit Lawrence is so into, just to be extra sure that he'd like the music)... All while that critical voice in his head just grows louder and louder. Finally, a few days before Christmas, he has that breaking moment of like I CAN'T GIVE THESE TO HIM,

He scrambles to try and find a different gift- something big, fancy, and expensive- but quickly realizes that he cannot possibly afford anything that feels 'good enough' for Lawrence. This, of course, culminates on Christmas. But y’know before they do gifts and stuff, it is just a nice, quiet celebration- just staying in together, having a good dinner, and enjoying each other's company. Nothing too crazy or overstimulating, and more just romantic than anything. Like they got that low lighting, candles lit and shit, they got the mf Yule Log™️ on the TV of course with the instrumental Christmas tunes going, ALL THAT JAZZ

But uh when it's inevitably gift time, the very thing Adam had been dreading all evening, he begrudgingly hands over the photos and CD- but with about 50 million disclaimers over how I KNOW IT'S NOT MUCH, IT WAS A STUPID IDEA, I'M SORRY I COULDN'T DO MORE, YOU GOT ME ALL THIS STUFF BUT ALL I HAVE IS THIS FOR YOU, YOU CAN JUST THROW THEM OUT, ETC ETC ETC...

But obviously the gesture and intention behind them mean more than anything else here, and Lawrence is absolutely touched by it all. In fact, they could even listen to the CD right now, because one of the things Lawrence got him was a new Walkman 😊 !!

(Which like either the one Adam has is on its last legs and only works about half the time anymore, or he had to sell it among numerous other things to make ends meet during the time he and Lawrence weren't in contact post bathroom trap)

Adam loves it, of course, but the idea of listening to that CD with Lawrence definitely gets him all embarrassed lmao. But, after a bit, he relents- again, with the 50 million disclaimers of I MAY HAVE BEEN A LITTLE HIGH WHEN I PUT THIS TOGETHER (he wasn't), I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS, I REALLY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING WITH INCLUDING THIS SONG (he knew). Lawrence assures him he won't laugh or judge or anything.

So with Adam's worry quelled just enough, they sit back on the couch and get close, share a set of earbuds, and listen to it together :)

(And y’know it would be fun to actually put that playlist together myself for the immersive experience HSJGK....)

And I just have the visual in my head of Adam, arms crossed over his chest, eyes squeezed shut, rapidly bouncing his leg, heart pounding out of his chest, just being like this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this-

Lawrence, meanwhile,

THERE'S EVEN A FEW BEATLES SONGS IN THERE...... LIKE OOKAYYY, 🥰😭 (which y’know they may sound rather fucked with the both of them only getting one earbud, but THAT'S OKAY 🙌)

(💥 This has been a Beatles left/right sound channel mixing joke 💥)

But yes when the CD ends, Lar is over the moon lmao. Happily going on about how much he loves it, this is going in his car and he'll love listening to it again; and these photos must be framed and hung up as soon as possible- this one here especially is going in his office, immediately- while Adam sits there, just silently staring at him,, and feeling himself finally just relax.

(For now at least huhehghgh)

But of course, they share that very tender kiss and embrace. So all in all... It's a good night :)

So uh!! I got a bit fixated on just that whole moment here, but I hope you enjoy regardless hehehehh

And I hope you all had a nice Christmas yourself, if you celebrate!!

#replies #sawposting #saw #saw franchise #sawtism #saw 2004 #chainshipping #lawrence gordon #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #saw thoughts #ramblings

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cleighwrites · 1 month ago

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Work Buddies

SPN Fanfic

Characters - Jensen x Jared

Summary - Jared and Jensen work for Kripke Enterprises which has a strict “No Dating” policy. Will they make it through an upcoming presentation without causing an HR nightmare?

Word Count - 2,636

A/N - This is an early birthday gift for @buffywoo!! Hope you feel better soon, babe! Prompted and beta’d by @jld71, thanks again!!

***In other news, this is my 601st post!! WILD!***

Warning - NSFW, shameless flirting, anal (fingering and sex), top!Jared, power bottom!Jensen

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Kripke Enterprises was notorious for its severely strict “No Dating” policy. It was all well and good as far as Jared was concerned. He’d broken up with his girlfriend before moving and he was hardly ready to jump back onto that particular horse. That was until he was paired with someone from advertising for a new project.

Jensen Ackles was the epitome of gorgeous. He had a jawline that could cut glass, perfectly decorated with just the right amount of facial hair. His cheekbones were high, eyebrows expressive, and eyes as bright as emeralds. His hair was perfectly styled and his legs adorably bowed. Jared hardly knew where to look while they were introducing themselves.

Jim, not Mr. Beaver, insisted they work together over the course of the following weeks to come up with the perfect presentation to show to Mr. Kripke for a new apartment complex on the other side of town. Jared being a contractor, and Jensen being in advertising, had to make the plans and concepts both appealing and economical for the company and any future tenants.

Jensen’s smile disarmed Jared’s brain every time he laughed at some offhand comment Jared made. Jared had always been told he had a particular sense of humor that not all people appreciated. Jensen’s mind seemed just as dirty as his, as he’d chuckled or outright laughed whenever Jared made a lewd observation, which was often.

It turned out that they had a lot in common. In addition to being Cowboys fans, they both had parents who were still married and a younger sister and older brother. They’d both grown up in Texas and followed their passions to get to where they were at Kripke Enterprises.

They grew close over the weeks. Jared caught himself on more than one occasion staring as Jensen chewed on his pen while he thought, wondering what it would feel like to have those plush lips around his cock. He’d shake his head, laugh at himself, and then shrug when Jensen would raise a brow at him.

When their presentation was finished, Jared decided to make a move.

“Let’s grab a drink tonight,” he suggested to Jensen as they packed their bags to go home.

“Yeah, alright,” Jensen agreed.

Jared felt what he’d only ever heard described as butterflies in his stomach. He’d known Jensen would say yes, but that just meant he had to go through with his half-baked plan of getting Jensen into his bed. Step one was drinks.

“Where’d you have in mind?” Jensen asked once they were outside.

“How about Sagebrush?” Jared proposed.

“They have live music there, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know about tonight,” Jared admitted.

“That’s cool, I’m up for anything,” Jensen said with a dazzling smile.

“Anything?” Jared asked, voice dripping in innuendo.

Jensen cackled. Head thrown back, lean neck on display, just asking for Jared’s teeth to sink into. “You know me, man. I’m always down for a good time.”

Okay, step two was drinks, step one was laying the groundwork.

Step two was well underway, they were on their third round of Scotches when Jensen leaned over and tapped Jared on the arm. He leaned even closer and brushed his lips over Jared’s ear as he whispered. Jared broke out in goosebumps.

He pointed to a couple that was dancing a few feet away. “What do you bet they’re gonna go fuck in the bathroom before the next set?”

“I’d take that bet. They’re halfway there already!” Jared responded.

Jensen laughed and Jared’s gut pulled at the sight. He’d seen Jensen laugh before, tons of times over the weeks, but there was something freer about Jensen after a few drinks. He was looser and less… controlled.

“Hey,” Jared said, following Jensen’s lead and leaning in close to speak into Jensen’s ear. “You wanna get outta here?”

Jared leaned back to get a read on Jensen’s reaction. Jensen looked him right in the eyes, calculating. Jared was sure he’d said too much too soon until Jensen grew a shy smile.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Yeah?” Jared asked, hopeful.

“Yeah. This place is kinda loud, anyway.”

“Yeah,” Jared said, downing the rest of his drink and standing.

They both grabbed their suit jackets and bags and then left. Once the door shut behind them, Jensen turned to Jared and then stepped up to him. Not sure what was happening, Jared took a step back and Jensen followed. After a couple of steps, Jared’s back hit the wall. Jared laughed, but Jensen was all business as he pressed in on Jared and planted a kiss on his lips.

Jared was stunned at first, but very quickly got on board with the turn of events. He grabbed Jensen’s hips and pulled him in close. Jensen’s hands were around Jared’s face and his fingers ran through the longer strands at the back of his head.

Jensen pulled away far enough for them to catch their breaths, but kept their foreheads pressed together. “God, I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time,” Jensen admitted, breath ghosting over Jared’s mouth.

“Same,” Jared said, leaning back in for another kiss.

Jensen kissed him quickly, then pulled away and held his hand out to help Jared off the wall. “Your place or mine?” he asked, a wicked grin on his face.

“Do you have lube?” Jared asked.

Jensen shot him a look that answered the question for him.

“Who’s closest?”

After revealing their addresses and figuring out whose place was the quickest to get to, they took off in the direction of Jensen’s apartment. It was only a few blocks, so they hoofed it, hand in hand, glancing at each other and smiling the entire way.

At the door to Jensen’s apartment building, Jared pressed himself against Jensen’s back, grinding his erection into Jensen’s ass. Jensen pressed back and groaned as he had to try his key for a second time to open the door.

Jared took his grousing as impatience and nibbled on his ear lobe, ya know, to aid the situation.

Jensen leaned into the attention, then grumbled, “You’re not helping.”

After his third attempt, Jensen opened his door and Jared wasted no time getting them into a more private space. Once the door shut behind them, Jared had Jensen pressed against it and their mouths sealed together.

Their hands crawled under each other’s shirts and Jared finally got to feel Jensen’s bare skin under his fingers. Jensen was warm and solid yet pliant under his touch. When Jared couldn’t take it anymore, he moved away from Jensen’s mouth and worked his way down to his throat. Jared could feel the reverberation from Jensen’s groan through his lips.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” Jensen said.

“Patience is a virtue,” Jared responded against Jensen’s pulse.

“Fuck you.”

“No, fuck you,” Jared corrected.

Jensen moaned again and gripped Jared’s shoulders. “Fuck me.”

“That’s the plan,” Jared said, pulling back and looking Jensen in the eyes. “Right?”

“Yes,” he confirmed. “Please,” he added leaning in for another kiss.

Jared knew he’d give Jensen anything and everything he’d ever ask for. How could he deny him anything? Especially when he asked so prettily.

“Bedroom?” Jared asked.

Jensen nodded then shoved his shoulders away from the door. “Right this way,” he said with his arm out like he was about to give Jared a tour.

Jared followed, pressed against Jensen’s back and pressing kisses along his neck and shoulders. When Jensen walked them into his room, he flipped on the light and turned in Jared’s grasp. They kissed again, only breaking apart to remove each other’s shirts and kick their pants and shoes off.

Down to their boxer briefs, Jensen led them to his bed. He kissed Jared until he backed up and sat on the edge of the bed, then he pulled away and dug through his nightstand drawer. He grumbled to himself a moment then said “Aha!” and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. His smile was blinding and Jared couldn’t help but respond with one of his own.

Jensen kissed him again, this time slipping himself between Jared’s legs and gently leaning him back against the mattress. Jared went willingly, holding Jensen in his arms to bring him down on top of him. Without their slacks in the way, their cocks drug against each other, wet spots on their briefs getting them sticky with precome.

Jared was drunk on the little noises Jensen made, the quiet grunts and soft moans when their cocks would slide together just right. He wanted to live in this moment forever, but there were literally more pressing issues that required immediate attention.

Deciding that it was time to move things along, Jared rolled over toward the head of the bed, landing Jensen on top of his pillows. Jensen chuckled and rearranged the pillows and himself while Jared grabbed the lube and condom and worked his briefs off. He grabbed the waistband of Jensen’s briefs next and moved them slowly down his hips, careful not to get them hung on Jensen’s impressive dick.

Beautifully bare to him, Jensen lay there, looking at Jared while Jared did the same. He was just as attractive naked as he was clothed. They were both cut, and Jensen’s perfectly dark pink tip dribbled precome onto his belly. Unable to control himself, Jared reached forward and grabbed hold of Jensen’s cock, giving it a few slow strokes.

“Oh, God!” Jensen groaned out, shoving his head back into a pillow.

Jared smiled, he loved seeing Jensen come apart and being the one to bring him there. Jensen whimpered when Jared let go so he could start prepping him. As soon as he heard the snip of the lube bottle opening, Jensen raised his legs and held himself spread out for Jared to be able to get to him easily. Of course, Jensen was well groomed everywhere, he was a sight to behold.

After a moment of appreciation, Jared coated a few fingers with lube and set to work. Jensen was tight but relaxed enough that Jared had no issue stretching him open quickly. While Jared worked his fingers in and out of Jensen’s tight hole, he took Jensen’s cock into his mouth and got his first taste of him. He was addicted already. Jensen fit perfectly into Jared’s mouth, all the way to the back of his throat.

Jensen moaned and groaned and grunted his way through being prepped. Jared could live in this moment for the rest of his life. Knuckle deep into and choking on Jensen. If he’d had hair, Jared would be burying his nose into it, as it was, Jared’s nose was rubbing deliciously against Jensen’s slick, bare skin.

Once Jared could easily shove three fingers into Jensen, he considered him prepped. As quickly as he could, he slurped his way off Jensen’s cock, rolled the condom on and slicked himself up. While Jared was busy, Jensen rearranged himself on the bed, settling more toward the middle. Jared kissed his way up Jensen’s legs, torso, and neck until he finally got to his mouth. As they kissed, Jared used one hand to line himself up and the other to hold himself over Jensen.

Jared thrust in slowly, giving Jensen ample time to adjust to the intrusion. He was squeezing around Jared so tightly that Jared was afraid of hurting him if he moved too fast. Jared kept his eyes on Jensen’s flushed face as he thrust in, prepared to stop at the first sign of distress.

He couldn’t get over how gorgeous Jensen was. Long lashes fluttered while Jensen kept his eyes squeezed shut. His perfectly plush lips formed a sensuous “O” whenever he breathed out. His skin was flushed a delicious pink that made the spackling of freckles across his face stand out.

All too soon, Jared bottomed out and Jensen’s eyes fluttered open. He made eye contact with Jared and his flush deepened. His eyes shone like a perfectly polished moss agate; Jared couldn’t look away if he wanted to.

“You can move now,” Jensen told him, voice rough and attractively ragged.

Jared’s cock twitched at the sound and Jensen clenched back. They both groaned at the sensation. Jared did as he was told and pulled out, not quite as slowly as he’d entered, but still unsure of hurting Jensen. He was quite aware of how endowed he was and had bad experiences in the past. Once he was pulled out to the head, Jared pushed back in a bit faster.

“I can take it, I won’t break, promise,” Jensen said breathily.

“If you’re sure,” Jared said, increasing his pace.

Jensen smacked his ass and pulled his hips forward to drive his cock in deeper, then ground his hips against Jared’s pelvis. So, Jensen was a power bottom, noted. Jared took his cue and started to fuck Jensen in earnest. If he wanted it, Jared would give it to him.

After a few minutes, they were both sweating and breathing heavily. Jensen was taking him beautifully and Jared couldn’t think of ever having had a better partner. He gave as good as he got, and Jared had a lot to give.

Two position changes later, Jensen was practically singing as he moaned with every thrust. Jared reached around and started tugging at Jensen’s cock. With a few well-aimed thrusts, Jensen was coming all over his bedspread. His entire body went rigid with it and Jared was being squeezed like a vice. After a few more thrusts into Jensen’s tight channel, Jared was pumping his release into the condom.

Jensen collapsed onto the bed, to the side of his mess, and Jared followed suit, landing behind him with his cock still lodged in his ass. They lay there and breathed for a moment and then Jared held the end of the condom and slipped himself out. Jensen let out a breath once Jared was out and shuddered at the loss. Jared tied off the condom and paused for a moment.

“Trashcan’s on the other side of the nightstand,” Jensen supplied.

“‘Kay,” Jared said, leaning over the side of the bed and tossing the filled condom into the trash.

Jared wasn’t sure what he should do next. Was Jensen a cuddler? Would he stay the night? Would they eat something before bed? Jared sure had worked up an appetite.

“Getting cold over here,” Jensen said, reaching a hand out for Jared.

Jared followed his lead and laid back down behind Jensen, curling around him and holding him close. Jensen exhaled a deep breath and settled into Jared’s embrace.

“We’re going to have to go to HR on Monday,” Jensen said after a while.

Jared started. “What, why?”

“Because I’m gonna wanna do this again and we both know how Kripke is about his dating policy. We’re never going to be able to work together again.” Jensen chuckled to himself.

Jared kissed Jensen’s neck. “I could definitely do this again.”

Jensen playfully elbowed him in the ribs. “I didn’t mean right now!”

Jared kept kissing Jensen’s neck. “But I’m hungry…”

“Then we should eat something,” Jensen said, laughing.

“I could eat you.”

“Maybe later.” Jensen rolled over to face Jared, a serious look on his face. “Pizza or tacos?”

Jared didn’t even think about it. “Tacos.”

“A man after my own heart.”

They both smiled at each other until Jensen climbed down to the foot of the bed to grab his phone out of his pants. Jared laid back and enjoyed the view as Jensen lay on his stomach and placed an order on his phone. Chuckling to himself, he thought about the nightmare this would be for HR and had to admit to himself that he didn’t care. It would be worth it to be with Jensen.

#cleighwrites #spn fanfic #j2 smut #jared x jensen #written for a friend

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mariamakeslemons · 3 months ago

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Spooktober 2024: Day 15 Predator

Warning: Predator AU, Reader is a nurse practitioner (thus inaccurate medical information is here, I'm sorry), mentions of death and hunting

Ghost jolts awake, looking around in confusion as he rises. He had just finished a mission, had been reporting to Price that it was a success when suddenly… Suddenly…

“Shite,” he hisses, rolling over to rise to his feet. The area he’s in is lush, plants all over the place and the smell of water in the air. Complete opposite of the desolate desert that he was just in. The plants rustle and he turns, ready for a fight. Instead, you stumble out, wearing scrubs and looking just as lost as he feels. You trip to a stop, blinking up at him with wide eyes.

“…Hi,” you choke out, offering an awkward smile to him. He blinks at you, before whipping around at the sound of more plants rustling. From those plants, a small group people pour out, guns drawn and armor on.

“Who the hell are you?” one of the men demands. You yelp and stumble back as Ghost takes a protective step in front of you.

“Lieutenant Ghost of SAS,” he answers as you squeak out your name and that you’re a nursing student on your internship.

“Ghost? Holy shit!” a different man exclaims, pushing his way to the front of the group. It’s Sergeant Collins, an American that had been at one of the bases the 141 ended up at. The kid beams up at him while the other military of the group lower their weapons.

“What the fuck?!” a different man yells, “We’re just going to trust fucking Skeletor and his little pet?! They might be why we’re here!”

“Lieutenant Ghost is one of the best of the SAS,” a more decorated military man explains, “I trust him more than I trust you, Lawrence.” Ghost is almost honored by the trust, but he’s still on edge, especially with three non-military aiming their weapons at him and you. The one named Lawrence clicks his tongue and looks away while the other two lower their weapons.

“So,” you chirp while peeking around Ghost, “Who’re you?”

The group introduces themselves, and Ghost takes note quickly of one thing. The only person here that isn’t aggressive is you. Sergeant Collins, Petty Officer 2nd class Levesque, Staff Sergeant Shèng, and Nitō Rikui Hashimoto are all various countries’ military officers, while Lawrence and Ana are mercenaries, rounded off with Tyrone who’s a gangster. Luckily, all the military personnel have first aid kits, which you’re quick to make note of and tally up.

“We can care for the equivalent of three broken limbs and six extreme lacerations,” you declare, “Basically, if we don’t get seriously injured, we should be fine.”

“You sure ‘bout that?” Tyrone asks, crouching beside you as you divide and organize each kit. You nod once, zipping a kit closed and handing it back to Hashimoto.

“We might get lucky and find more supplies, but I’d rather be useless and just help cart around extra stuff,” you explain, “If I’m useless, then that means no one’s injured, thus meaning no first aid has been used.”

“Weird thought,” Levesque throws out with a smirk. You shrug as you hand back his kit.

“It just makes sense,” you offer, “I’d rather be here but useless, than needed and elsewhere.”

“Valid thought,” Hashimoto praises as you hand back Ghost’s kit.

“Still, we don’t know where we are, or why,” Ana points out with crossed arms, “Feel like that’s the most important thing to figure out.” There’s nods and hums of agreement as you finish up and return the kits to the others. You stand up and Ghost immediately moves to your side.

“Stay near me,” he softly commands, “Gonna keep you safe.” You blink before smiling and nodding once.

“Okay,” you agree, shuffling closer to him as well.

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“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” you repeat, tears pouring out of your eyes as you wrap Ghost’s leg. He grunts, keeping his gun up even after killing the alien fuck that had killed off the others. You all managed to learn that you aren’t on Earth, because some aliens think humans are game to be hunted for sport. One by one, the group was killed off, either by the aliens or each other when Collins when insane from the pressure.

“Keep calm, Love,” Ghost gently orders you, gritting his teeth when he sees two more of them appear. You look up and do what he never wanted you to do, shuffling between him and the aliens. They pause, probably eyeing his gun and looking down at you. Bastards are probably trying to figure out how quickly they can kill you and him.

One lifts their arm up and taps at some buttons before pointing at you.

“You heal?” it asks, the voice robotic. You blink, thrown off at the words that the alien is saying.

“Y-yes, I’m a nurse,” you confess. The aliens turn to each other, and start growling. Ghost watches them communicate with each other from over your shoulder, his gun steady despite his wounds that you’ve dressed. One of the aliens takes a step closer to you, and Ghost yanks you back, trying to put himself between you and the aliens. They pause again, tilting their heads. Again, one taps at their wrist.

“Protector, healer, we help leave,” it explains. You and Ghost share a look.

“You won’t attack us again?” you ask. The aliens nod again.

“Healer need protector,” the alien explains, “protector need healer. Keep together, allow home.” Ghost grunts as he makes sense of what the hell they’re going on about. Apparently, the aliens hold you in high regard as a nurse, a healer. And since Ghost’s been defending you, without you picking up a weapon, he’s been designated as your guard. Someone defensive, only fighting when you are threatened. Ultimately, not worth hunting if the theory they came up with after Shèng’s death and you had been ignored is true.

“Thank you,” you tell them, turning to Ghost with a wobbly smile.

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Soap bursts into the hospital room LT is supposedly in. The past month has been a panicked mess, as Ghost simply disappeared from the desert he’d been in to finish up a mission. No visual, no call, nothing. Price’s heavy footsteps are right behind him, with Gaz bringing up the rear quickly. Eventually, they find Ghost’s room and Soap bursts in. LT is laid in bed, his balaclava still on but pulled up enough for an oxygen mask to be placed over his mouth and nose. His arm is in a cast while bandages wrap around his head and his other hand. It’s obvious wherever he was, he fought his way out. Possibly with the pretty thing that’s sleeping in the chair beside his bed, their head on his thigh. Bandages are wrapped around your head as well, but nowhere near as heavily.

“Johnny,” Ghost breathes, his eyes fluttering open. Soap offers a relieved grin, while Price and Gaz come in behind him.

“Y’ gave us a scare, Ghost,” Price scolds, patting his cast carefully.

“Di’n’t mean t’,” he slurs out, “Go’ picked up by ‘liens.” The three other members of 141 share a confused look. That’s not the kind of joke Ghost would make.

“Can you explain?” Gaz asks softly.

“We went t’ an alien planet,” you speak up, raising your head from Ghost’s thigh, to the surprise of Soap and the others, “And they hunted a group of us for sport.”

“No�� you,” Ghost argues, lolling his head to the side.

“No, not me,” you agree, “I was too busy trying to make sure everyone was healthy. Ghost protected me, so he was considered my guard.”

“Killed th’ fucker,” he brags a little. You beam at him, ignoring the confused looks between the rest of the taskforce.

(Later, they would learn about the Predators, how the race would hunt humans for sport, how Ghost was extremely lucky with you. By then, Price will be annoyed by the bureaucratic bullshit, Gaz would be contemplating his knowledge of the universe, and Soap would be bothering LT about you and the whole story behind his abduction. Ghost would only care about you being his sweetheart, practically ecstatic when you joined 141 as an external medic.)

#my work #spooktober 2024 #simon ghost riley x reader

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yellowkitkieran · 2 years ago

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To Have and To Heal (Part 4)

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Read part 1 here

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?

The flowers on your desk distract you during your prep hour. The unexpected gift caught you off guard and as such, an old mug serves as a temporary vase until you can get them into a proper one. Since the moment they were handed to you, you've barely stopped smiling.

You can't stop thinking about the man that handed you the dozen blossoms with a wary smile. You can't erase his relieved sigh when you accepted them, like in doing so you lifted a weight off his shoulders. Martin Ødegaard's murmured 'happy teacher appreciation week' replays on an endless loop in your head.

You stare at the red petals while you should be getting ready for a math lesson. Your kids will be back from lunch in twenty minutes and you haven't moved from your chair, your sandwich half eaten. Despite your rumbling stomach, you can't force yourself to eat, instead allowing your mind to be consumed by thoughts of Martin.

How often does he smile? Probably not enough unless he's around his daughter. When was the last time he had a home cooked meal? You'd bet not since he'd visited his home country and spent time with his family. Does he have someone to look after him the way he looks after everyone else in his life? Doubtful, and that realization hurts your heart.

Standing abruptly, you decide you cannot dwell on this by yourself any longer. You need someone to vent to. Your feet carry you out of your room and down the hall, past decorative banners advertising the upcoming choir concert and past the science posters to your favorite room in the building aside from your own.

You don't bother knocking, instead opting to pop open the door rather unceremoniously to proclaim, "I've committed a teaching sin."

"Shh, not so loud!" Your closest teacher friend, Jen, motions for you to come into her classroom and shut the door. "You know better than to burst out with something like that- come in, sit down, have a chocolate and then we can talk."

Your hand shakes as you reach across her desk to the bowl of candies and grab your favorite. Sinking into a yellow beanbag, you rip into it and pop the bite size piece into your mouth, sighing as bursts of flavor coat your tongue and somehow calm your fraying nerves. Chocolate solves all problems, no matter how pressing. Jen waits patiently whilst your initial panic subsides, allowing you space to wind down.

"Okay, I think I can breathe now."

Jen smiles, pushing her square frame glasses up her nose. Your best friend is a classically styled teacher, often opting to tie her long blonde hair back in a ponytail or bun so it doesn't get in her way. Nine times out of ten, she wears a smart, matching pantsuit that gives you style envy. Today's fit is a deep blue with a white blouse, completed with a long golden necklace thrifted from her favorite secondhand store.

"Alright then," Jen says and folds her hand atop the papers she had been grading, "what's the sin? It can't be too terrible or you wouldn't be sitting here talking to me, you'd be packing your things in a cardboard box. Come on then, out with it!" She slaps a poster on the edge of her desk, one with a bright, bubbly font that proudly labels her room as a judgment free zone. "You know I won't tell a soul."

You take a deep breath to center your thoughts. It's taken you what feels like ages to come to terms with how you feel, but you're at the point where you can't deny it any longer. And if there is one person you can count on to talk sense into you, it's Jen.

"I think I've fallen for a parent- I know!" You splay your hands flat on her desk when her jaw drops. "I know it's bad! God I'm gonna get terminated- I can't believe myself! But it's to the point that I find myself waiting for him to show up at drop offs and pick ups, and when he sends someone else it wrecks my whole day. I've tried ignoring him too, but that only makes him become more charming!"

Jen relaxes into her chair with a smirk. "It's Atla's dad, isn't it? Ødegaard, the footie player?" You nod, half relieved you don't have to say his name yourself. If you did, you fear you'll fall even harder. Thankfully, Jen has a knack for reading your mind. "Mmhhm, thought so. But honestly it's not a big deal, everyone has their parent crushes. Hell, I've had my fair share- Jeremy's mum? Oh my god!" She shakes her head, "that's for another time though. Just don't act on it and you'll be fine."

"See… that's where the issue lies."

"Oh?"

Now you've piqued her interest. Jen adjusts her glasses, inching her chair forward. Your stomach churns. Thinking these things about Martin and actually telling someone are two different things. Voicing your thoughts makes your attraction real and concrete. Once you've put it into the universe, there's no taking it back. But it's time; if you hold it in any longer, you may well burst.

"So you know those tulips on my desk? The red ones you asked about." The same adorable, pinkish shade of red Martin had turned when he'd handed them to you this morning.

Stop it, you tell yourself, don't think about that. Definitely don't think about how he was so nervous and fidgety and it was all perfectly endearing… well, fuck.

"Mhm, I do recall flowers…" Jen flourishes a hand to encourage you to continue, not letting you off the hook with such a simple explanation. She wants details and she expects to get them. You swallow the lump in your throat and push back the unease bubbling in your gut.

"Those were from Martin. He handed them to me and his cheeks were bright red, almost like he was sunburnt- god, it was adorable Jen, you should've seen him!" You cover your face with a hand, trying and failing to hide your growing smile. "I'm in trouble, quit smirking at me!"

"Smirking? Me? Never!"

You glare at your friend and sigh, "He kept touching his hair and he spoke so softly… yes I know I'm in too bloody deep!"

Biting at your nails is a bad habit you haven't kicked. You do so now, at least until Jen yanks your hand away from your mouth. You smile and tuck your hands under your thighs. Why does Martin have to be so damn charming? If he was a touch less perfect, maybe you wouldn't have such a terrible crush on him.

"I'd say you need a stern talking to," Jen starts, patting your arm, "but I think you're doing that to yourself. Look, don't get too hung up on it, okay? As long as you keep it to yourself, you'll be fine."

Question is… how long can you keep this entire thing to yourself?

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For once, the end of your day cannot come fast enough. When the final bell rings and your students disperse to head home for the day, you gather up your things and head to the gymnasium. Once there you pull out the bin of balls designated for after school use and scatter your coloring pages and books on the two picnic tables in the corner. Laughter echoes through the entry as the children start to arrive, most of them shouting greetings your way as they fall into their usual groups to await their parents to pick them up.

You pretend you aren't waiting for your favorite student, even though you smile when you hear her little voice. Atla comes running over, golden pigtails bouncing behind her. She wraps her arms around your legs and squeezes with all her might, "Hello Miss. Sunshine! I learned about animals today!"

"Oh did you really? Tell me all about it Attie." You stoop to return her hug with equal fervor, then take her backpack and coat to hang them up.

"Well elephants are the biggest animals on land- did you know that? And there's so many kinds of frogs in the Amazon rainforest, but they're dying because mean people keep cutting down their habi- habib-"

Atla frowns, struggling to say the word correctly. You tip your head, giving her one more shot to get it right before you gently correct, "habitat, yeah? Where they live?" When Atla nods, you smile, glad to have helped her. "That's right, mean people are cutting down lots of habitats of different animals, which is why it's so important that we learn about them, so we can grow up and help the little guys defend their homes!"

"Do you have any animal coloring books? I want to color animals today!" Without waiting for your reply, Atla runs over to the picnic table and surveys the selection before digging through the sheets you have printed. She pulls out one of some sort of big cat and gets right to work, her tongue poking out in concentration as she does her best to stay in the lines.

They say time flies when you're having fun, and today certainly proves that. One minute you're kicking a ball about with some of the older kids and the next, parents are arriving and scooping up their children. Atla is the last one left, which isn't a rare occurrence in itself, but when the clock strikes five thirty you begin to worry. Atla doesn't realize her father's absence, as absorbed as she is in her coloring, which has resulted in a small stack of finished sheets that you carefully tuck in a folder to send home.

"Attie, did your dad say anything about him being late today?" You crouch next to her, keeping your voice soft. "Normally he's here by now to pick you up."

"He said he had training," Atla says, totally nonplussed. "He's always late when he has training."

You frown to yourself, glancing at the clock again. It's true, he's normally later when he has training, but not this late. You decide to give him ten minutes before you call him to check in.

Keeping one eye on Atla, you start cleaning up the gym. You find yourself glancing at the double doors leading to the hallway every few seconds, waiting for a handsome blonde Norwegian to walk through with an apology on his lips. It isn't like Martin to be so late, especially without sending a note…

What if something happened to him? London roads can be quite treacherous, especially if someone is in a rush. He could've gotten into an accident, or been mobbed by fans. Who knows? Why is your heart pounding so hard at the thought of him being hurt?

"I'm here!" The gym door bangs open so loud that Atla squeaks, dropping her pencil. "I'm sorry- I'm here! Hey søta, I'm sorry I'm late."

The words are clearly meant for Atla, though Martin looks directly at you when he speaks. You've never bothered to Google what 'søta' means but now you may have to thanks to the way he seemingly addresses you as such makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"Hi papa! Look what I did!"

Martin's eyes linger on you for a moment before he leans over to observe her work. He murmurs compliments and offers small, meaningful critiques which Atla seems to take to heart, eating up his words with wide, trusting eyes. You can almost see her compartmentalize his advice to use later, the innocence in her gaze bringing a smile to your face.

When Martin turns to you, he offers an apologetic wince. "Sorry for making you stay so late. The market was hectic."

You wave him off, "Oh no worries. Though in the future I'd recommend doing a food shop during the day if you can. It's much less busy than after work! Everyone is trying to rush and grab ingredients for dinner and it quickly becomes chaos…" You trail off when you realize you're rambling, cheeks hot with embarrassment. "Sorry, I suppose you already know all of that. I guess that's the teacher in me coming out, trying to solve every little issue I see."

"No it's alright, I don't mind. I usually shop during the day, when it's less crowded, but I had to stop and pick something up for you." Martin smiles, his head tilted slightly.

You blink thrice, not sure you heard him right. Buy when he holds out a small hamper filled with different types of chocolates your mouth falls open. "This- this is for me?"

Martin nods, his face flushed. "Yes, I figured a lousy bouquet of tulips wasn't enough to show my appreciation for everything you do for Atla and all of your students." Martin shifts on his feet, reminiscent of a child caught in an awkward situation. You clamp down on your instinct to reach out and put your hands on his shoulders to hold him still. "You only see Attie for a few hours each day, but she always has the most things to say about you versus her other teachers."

"All good things I hope." You laugh to try and diffuse the situation, though your palms are sweaty from the compliment. The hamper is heavy, so you set it on the ground at your feet. Before you offer Martin your hand to shake, you subtly wipe it on your jeans. You'd rather a hug, but considering the thoughts swirling in your head, that's definitely not a good option. "Thank you for the treats, Mr. Ødegaard. I really appreciate it."

"Please call me Martin," he murmurs, nearly begging. His eyes soften before he finally releases your hand, tucking his own back into the pocket of his track pants. "I thought we were friends."

Martin drags a hand through his hair when you don't say anything. Atla hums while she colors, her little feet swinging in the air. She reminds you of your nephew. He also loves anything creative, preferring things that get his hands dirty, but he'd settle for drawing too. In a different world, the two children could probably be good friends.

"You haven't come back to the park," Martin murmurs, a touch of mourning in his voice. Martin's offer from a few days prior springs to mind and you mentally kick yourself. You're meant to be an adult! You should be able to put your feelings aside for the sake of the kids.

"Erm, yeah, I haven't. I've had things planned for my nights, like museums and such. And his parents will be home tomorrow so…"

Martin's head bobs. "Right, of course. Look, if I overstepped please let me know, but I would prefer you to not be so formal and stiff with me."

"Well I- I mean it's not appropriate for me to call parents by their first names. Or to see them outside of school, for that matter." It's a lame excuse and you both know it. Martin ducks his head, trying to hide his smile. God damn him and that stupid, gorgeous smile. You lock your knees to keep them from wobbling when his eyes eventually find yours again, a smile still on his lips.

"Please, just call me Martin. You've done it before, and I preferred it that way… I'm making an exception for you, couldn't you make one for me?"

You're so confused by his admission that you nod. Martin's smile morphs into something that lights up the entire room and you're well and truly fucked then. You feel yourself tipping off the deep end, immediately longing to see that smile as often as you possibly can. You'll do or say anything to see Martin beam like that.

"Okay Martin, I'll use your first name."

"Perfect, thank you! Okay Attie, time to go home, what do you say to Miss. Sunshine?" Martin crouches to Atla's level, but his eyes remain trained on you. They dance with a mysterious light, something you can't quite put your finger on… but you'd like to find out.

"Thank you for staying late to keep me company, Miss. Sunshine! I can't wait to have more fun tomorrow morning!"

You wave as the duo head for the exit, Martin's large hand nearly dwarfing Atla's toddler sized one. For a split second you imagine yourself at Martin's other side, sliding your soft hand into his calloused one. You bring a hand up to your mouth to conceal your smile, not wanting him to notice if he turns around.

Martin does, pausing at the threshold to wave. The fluorescent lights dance in his baby blues, nearly stopping your heart with their beauty. His hair sticks up like chicken feathers in the front, but somehow it fits him. If you weren't fixated on him, you'd miss the way he murmurs 'see you tomorrow Miss. Sunshine'. Suddenly you can't wait to wake up to the shrill ring of your morning alarm at the crack of dawn. For once, you have something to truly look forward to.

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xiaosenthusiast · 2 years ago

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9. party decorating

i walked out of my house, a chilly breeze enveloping my body as soon as i stepped out the door. ‘it’s fine, xiao’s house is like..a five minute walk away.’

while also being rivals and childhood friends both of us also lived in the same neighborhood, it was already bad enough that my dad made him walk me to school. i had to see him every morning and all day throughout school, it was not fun.

his face wasn’t the issue, i could look at his face for centuries and never get bored; his mouth was. anything and everything he said was immediately blocked out by my inner monologue, unfortunately my heart was much too easily swayed as i had a crush on him for 7 whole years! (and still do)

i got to his house much sooner than i wanted to but i already said i was on my way..why couldn’t i just say i was busy?

walking up the stairs and ringing the doorbell i heard a thud and an “ow!” and there appeared xiao, he muttered a quick “sorry..” and moved out of the way to let me in. i took in a deep breath and walked inside, it was..quiet. i hadn’t been here since i was 12, xiao always came to my house; so i was a bit shocked when he asked me to help him decorate.

he had moved to the living room while i slid my shoes off, deciding to wear my socks. ‘i’ll just head back after to get ready, wait when was fei going to pick me up?’ i pulled my phone out of my pocket to check my phone but i heard a “yn!” coming from the living room so i put my phone back in my pocket and walked over to where he was.

“what is it?” i looked at him as he was blowing up some balloons; still pursing his lips, blowing into the balloon he pat the seat next to him on the couch. i sat next to him grabbing a balloon and blowing into it. “here, can you set up the balloons? i’m gonna set up the banner on the wall.”

i simply nodded while tying the ballon and placing it next to me. i looked at his back as he disappeared into the kitchen, “haa, what am i even doing here?” i took a look around and saw some balloons already floating on the ceiling, ‘what’s the point of the floor balloons? if someone steps on them they’ll just pop.’

after a couple more minutes of silence xiao came over and sat down next to me again, he gave me a cup of hot chocolate and i whispered a quick “thank you.” taking small sips, the beverage burned my throat as i felt it going down. taking in the awkward silence i noticed we had never been like this before; we always talked, we had never been so quiet and tense before. we had always bickered or talked about the most random stuff, it hurt a little knowing we had gotten to this point. deciding to say something i opened my mouth.

“he-”

before i could even finish the first word i heard the door slam open.

“YN!!!”

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scribble-dee-doo · 1 year ago

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WAHOO day two! The Doctor needs a little adjustment to daily life but he's having a good time <3 679 words, he/they pronouns for the doctor, and donna having a stressed moment when faced with a space gadget right after waking up! @doctordonnaweek

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“Doctor.”

The Doctor looks up from Rose’s ten-minute explanation of the pros and cons of flanking, craned over his own shoulder, to properly see the extent of the exasperation showing on Donna’s face. It’s extensive. She’s leaning on the doorframe into the kitchen with her arms crossed. Time to step carefully.

“Yyyyyyyyyyes?”

She uncrosses her arms to let something dangle from her forefinger, one eyebrow raised. They leverage themself off the floor a little to squint at it…

“The…toaster?”

Donna pushes off the doorframe so she can come over and gesture the toaster in his face, almost clipping his nose.

“Does this look,” she asks, “like a toaster? Like something that can contain bread? It’s just –” She waggles it again, clawing the air for words. “It’s just! It’s a little squiggle!”

“Oh, it’s very simple –” he says, reaching up to take it and explain that it’s actually his personal design of a clever little breakfast invention called a toasting wand, but she yanks it out of his reach.

“Simple! I’ll tell you what’s simple! Leaving my bloody toaster alone on the morning that I have to get the house ready for a birthday party!”

Ah, this is not about the wonderful new updated toaster he came up with (it toasts both sides to perfection and adds the toppings in one swipe!), it’s another Doing Things When Things Are Happening. The Doctor’s life has almost always been doing things when things are happening, usually in layers deeper than Earth’s fossil record, but they’re trying to slow down for the sake of this “living life one day at a time” business and to avoid Donna strangling them with their own necktie.

“You know I’ve been tearing my hair out about where to put all of Grandad’s mates with the weather like it is!” Donna starts, and he can tell she’s just winding up. “I was up half the night wondering if I should just bung them all into the TARDIS, or put them in the attic, and you certainly haven’t been helpful with those decorations that almost buried the garden.”

The Doctor pops up to get his feet underneath himself, ruffles Rose’s hair in vengeance for her laughing at his plight, and hops upright.

“I just wanted to get my coffee and have my toast while I’m thinking where we’re gonna find space for everyone to eat so the wheelchairs can still get around, and you know what I find when I get to the kitchen? No toaster! Just this…this…gadget!”

Almost losing an eye to Donna’s gesturing – he should maybe add a few extra safety features, he wasn’t expecting it to be pointed at people – gives him the chance to fold his hands around hers. She’s mutinous, but lets them take the toasting wand. The wand goes in their pocket, their hands on Donna’s shoulders. Oh, she’s all kinds of tense.

“Donna,” he says, taking off his glasses to properly look her in the eye, “I’m sorry I changed the kitchen around when you’re so busy. I’ve already made coffee and everything. Let me make you a cup, ey?”

Under their hands, Donna softens, then slumps, leaning forward until her forehead bumps their chest. He folds her up in a hug, and they both heave a big sigh.

“Cold milk?” he asks.

“Yeah,” she mumbles into his collar. “Sorry.”

“Mm. And maybe I can rig something up for space?”

She chuckles. “What, are you gonna make my sitting room bigger on the inside?”

He leans back, looking down his nose at her cheeky grin.

“Are you doubting my abilities?” he demands.

Donna tucks herself under their arm, bumping hips, all warm life and laughter with her hair not yet done. The kitchen door is a little too narrow, but they manage to squeeze through it together.

“Just so long as you leave us all here, on Earth, and you leave my kitchen alone.”

“What? But you’ve been complaining about not having enough freezer space! I was gonna fix it.”

“Like you fixed the bath? Mom almost drowned.”

“I fixed that too!!”

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irrelevantnostalgia · 1 year ago

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5. Cake Mania: Lights, Camera, Action (2011)

*Previously on Cake Mania: Main St*

It’s been a while! Throughout this entire cake mania saga I’ve applied, got accepted into, and started medical school. If I’m gonna be honest, this was not even the biggest contributor as to why the Lights, Camera, Action review took forever (I’ll get into another reason later). But I finally finished, and I’m ready to review!

🄿🄻🄾🅃: Pregnancy is the milestone in Jill’s life that is the center of this next Cake Mania game. A game that represents the entirety of her pregnancy would be pretty boring (I would still play it) and at this point they can honestly tack on literally any kind of plot to go along with Jill’s pregnancy. I mean, she’s been to the moon and in Antarctica in Cake Mania 2. She’s time traveled. There are no rules to contain Jill and her journeys. This time, we are going to be dealing with..

A movie being shot in Bakersfield. Directed by...Michele Be. It is going to be a Pride and Prejudice remake with martial arts starring Tiny as Mr Darcy. It will additionally feature: explosions, aliens, a yeti monster, angry dwarves, and ninjas. It’s very lol-so-random-xD, very in-tune with the time that the game was developed and released. Bakersfield is being overrun by all kinds of interesting characters associated with the shooting of the movie. Eventually, it turns out that Michele Be is an evil fraud of a director that treats has cast and crew like dogshit. Risha is the one who saves the day and directs the movie in her own way.

This game is also repeating the set-up that Cake Mania: Main St has, which is welcome by me. Risha has ditched her stepping stone plant nursery and is now running a business that is more in line with her passions--a boutique. Since Tiny is one of the leads of the movie, we aren’t following his sushi restaurant. Now, we get to go through Giorno’s Pizzeria.

🅆🄷🄰🅃'🅂 🄽🄴🅆

No drink station: The drink station did not make a return this time around. I’m not sure why, I didn’t mind the addition of it and thought it was a nice break when things got crazy. This is just a guess on my part, but there is a new addition to the cake-making process that made its debut, and maybe they got rid of this to make room for that.

Equipment breaking: Holy SHIT this is so annoying. The first time this happened was when I finally had enough money to upgrade my snail green oven to the slightly faster purple one. Literally the worst feeling on the planet……which is a welcome addition by me. This introduces conflict that breaks the monotony of the game once you become ultra mega gold standard equipment, where the angry and/or Blue Bubble customers become a minor nuisance instead of ruining the whole level. This also does not occur randomly, as it always occurs once you finish a certain level and the opening screen for the next level is Jack admitting to causing it. Speaking of Jack...

Fruit Station: Jill cannot run around like she usually does and now has let Jack take control of operations, which was a risky move, but what business runs without risks? So while Jack is wreaking havoc around the bakery, Jill is sitting in a corner running the fruit decoration station. This game is not going to let you get away with clicking one button to add fruit to the cake, no. Instead, to add fruit to the cake you have click on the cake in a set pattern.

The equipment: There really isn’t much to say about them, just that I don’t know how I feel about the designs. They feel friendlier and more approachable, but they have less swag than the ones from Cake Mania 3 and Main St.

Here is the final set up for everything ^_^

Risha’s Boutique has a similar “fruit station” where customers can request their clothes to be put in a box with a pretty bow

Risha’s Boutique and Giorno’s Pizzeria have the same general format of the Burger Barn and Sushi Restaurant from the previous game. But let me tell y’all...I could do just about anything and beat a Cake Mania level with the superstar goal. I could move as slow as that damn green equipment and make a surplus of like $400. These two games? If I do not sit in the right position, move my arm 0.00005 m/s slower than what is ideal, and pause for 0.0007 seconds to look at the screen to figure out where to click next I am not even going to make the bare minimum goal to get to the next level. Every move has to be perfectly choreographed in order to beat the level. At least with Giorno’s Pizzeria the ingredients are splayed out so you can easily click on what you need. In Risha’s Boutique, the clothes the customers want will be the tiniest little “shirt” hidden between the jackets that are puffier than the average New Yorker’s and you will just have to angle your cursor just right to click on it. So you would think that Giorno’s Pizzeria was a breeze, huh?

Right?

Well, wrong.

Now...I pride myself on being a good Cake Mania player. I pride myself on being a tenacious one too. I am willing to play a level 60 times in a row to ensure that I do not leave the game without a 100% rate of achieving superstar goals. This time though.....I had to raise my white flag :(

Here is Level 18 of Giorno’s Pizzeria. Broke my streak and everything. This shit literally killed a large part of my soul. Had me tweaking and shaking and crying all at once. Once I hit $473 mark I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’m not sure how I pulled this off besides rapidly clicking on the TVs to keep all customers with a maximum number of hearts (thus, maximum number of tips) AND IT STILL WASN’T ENOUGH.

Level 18 is the reason why it took me so long to upload this review. This time last year, I was well on the way to finishing this game until I got to this level. I just couldn’t beat it, I would be like $20-30 off from the superstar goal most times, which is fairly significant in these two businesses, and when I was still $7 off after giving it my all I was seething. I will not bullshit y’all, the sheer butthurt I felt at not being able to achieve the superstar goal made me take a long, loooooong hiatus from finishing it. And of course, life stuff. However, towards the end of this past semester I picked the game up again, and decided to clear all my progress and restart the entire game. I still didn’t get the superstar goal on day 18 of Giorno’s Pizzeria, but I was able to get it for the rest of the levels. I’m fine with this, I guess (no I’m not).

But in all honesty, even with me being a dramatic sore loser (just guess my zodiac sign from this) one of the biggest factors I look for in these games is ways to keep it engaging and create some challenges. So I really cannot be that mad that Giorno’s Pizzeria made me work for that Superstar goal. With the cake-baking portion of the game, the monotony is inevitable even if it gets delayed with some new approaches to the recipe of the game. The kooky customers are annoying and do create troubles, but what will a Yeti that pisses everyone off really do when you have gold-standard equipment, high-speed TV, and unlimited distraction cookies? With Risha and Giorno’s games....YOU are the oven and the cake froster. Each new upgrade you get is just keeping track of more and more possibilities that customers can throw at you. Especially Giorno’s! With Risha, only the most recent clothes collections get featured while old ones are thrown out. By the end of Giorno’s Pizzeria, you will have an entire produce aisle to keep track of, the customers will want every leafy green on their pizza, AND you will have to put that shit on them in order. Your cursor will be forced to move all around the screen.

Another factor that had me seeing red during Giorno’s is that some of the dishes (like the pizza) would STILL have to bake after you compile all the ingredients

I know, strange thing to complain about, but hear me out. In all of these games, you want the customers to get their orders and gtfo as soon as possible so you can fit in the maximum # of customers and thus get the maximum number of funds. It’s why strategically upgrading equipment is so important in the cake-baking parts of these games. When it comes to Giorno’s Pizzeria, it already feels like an eternity gathering all the ingredients for an order. Longer than clicking a few buttons to make a cake. But then, on top of that for a pizza or lasagna you have to wait additional time for it to bake, and then have to wait on the damn customer to do their stupid emote before leaving!! After all of this, what do you get for an order? $40, maximum

Anyways, here are the low paying cheapskates themselves.

🄲🅄🅂🅃🄾🄼🄴🅁🅂

♥Ballerina♥

Favorite TV Show: ANTM

Omg this is so Lana Black Swan Coquette ^_^

♥Lola Fierezza♥

Favorite TV Show: World Cup

She is That Girl. Because she is That Girl, the moment she steps in and reveals her order, every other customer changes their order to match hers. The Regina George effect. There would be whole levels dedicated to her recurring appearance, and it was fun figuring out how long I should delay handing the menu to her. There is an art to it!

Farmer

Favorite TV Show: ANTM

Average Customer over the age of 50

Favorite TV Show: The Orange channel. I couldn’t think of a witty name for it so I’m just referring it by the button color on the TV

He comes in with a stank attitude, so we’re already off to a great start. It takes maybe a few seconds and then he starts swinging his axe around, which causes customers to leave. Ruining your business in the process. They should have AXED him from this game!

♥Cameraman♥

Favorite TV Show: ANTM

Before you hand him a menu, he’ll film the customers in line which will increase their hearts. I feel like something like that may produce the opposite effect, but I suppose I am living in a post-TikTok world where the sight of someone filming me without my permission would turn me into the above customer

Little Kid

Favorite TV Show: Food Network

That’s so Raven

Favorite TV Show: Food network

In a world filled with Blue Bubble Demons....the game devs decided to give us a character who is actually going to see the pearly gates. Psychic Sheila will use her crystal ball to automatically reveal the order of subsequent customers. It’s like Medieval-level power-up in Cake Mania 3, except we get an entire character who performs this task. I thank her for her service

Me in the Future if I Become a Superhero

Favorite TV Show: World Cup

Meet Super Cat Lady. She turns people into mimes. Kinda lame, would be better if she turned them into cats. Maybe that’s not actually me in the future...

Mime

Favorite TV Show: Food network

Mimes pair up together in a line.

Biblically Accurate Naruto

Favorite TV Show: ANTM

Another Blue Bubble repeat customer. Ninja does exactly what he did last time make your job harder attack people with smokebombs and make them freeze in line.

Firefighter and Stuntman

Favorite TV Shows: ANTM and Food Network

I putting these two together because it is pretty funny. This doesn’t have much consequence for the gameplay or anything, but a stuntman and firefighter being in line together causes the firefighter to hose him lmao.

Sad Sack: Chicken Edition

Favorite TV Show: Orange Channel

Only the most Noble Knight

Favorite TV Show: ANTM

He’s such a good and noble knight. Such a gentleman. He demands to be served before everyone else so that the other customers can have more time looking at the menu ♥ such admirable behavior

Yeti

Favorite TV Show: Orange Channel

He is a double whammy. Not only does he piss people off, but his ass has the nerve to freeze people so they are stuck in place. Pick *one*, jackass!

Klepto Kelly

Favorite TV Show: ANTM

You Know, she looks really nice and snazzy. Her outfit must cost a lot *and* she’s ordering expensive cake. I wonder how she makes a living? Oh yeah, she steals from you, that’s how.

Tiny: Our Leading Man!

Favorite TV Channel: Orange Channel

Another customer who helps you out instead of making you wanna tear your hair out. He orders multiple times, just like he has been doing in the past games!

Risha: Our Debut Director!

Favorite TV Channel: World Cup

Jack: The dumbfuck

He is typically an endearing Himbo, but in these games......🙄........so you already know that in Risha and Giorno’s games you need to be ON IT! Well, when he walks in, the momentum that I would build up throughout the level would be thrown off because now I would need to use my peripheral vision and WAIT on the proper item to show up in his bubble before I could hand it to him and clear out another space for a proper customer. What’s more infuriating is that in Giorno’s level he would only “order” a single ingredient so I had to expend energy looking out for him only to receive $17 in return. And YES, he appeared in Level 18. Ugh!!!

♥Jill: La Reina del pastel♥

I hope the Duolingo lessons are paying off.

Also I never figured out their favorite tv shows. Probably because I didn’t need to haha.

🄼🅈 🄾🄿🄸🄽🄸🄾🄽: I mean hey, what can I say? I can’t get too mad about them repeating a good recipe a second time in a row. I really enjoyed the Main St formatting, and think repeating it one more time to experiment with different kinds of secondary games is alongside adding more “Jill lore” is not a bad idea. Cake baking game is a classic and they basically maintained the formula that everyone knows and loves. The equipment breaking was a nice touch to create more “conflict.” Even if the secondary games (especially the damn pizzeria) made me cope and seethe, I didn’t hate them. In Main St, the Burger Barn and Sushi Restaurant were easy as shit and I beat them with very little struggle. These games, on the other hand, made me work a little bit more for the superstar goals. I don’t mind the more relaxed environment in some of Main St’s secondary games, but as I expressed many times before, I appreciate a good challenge that keeps my on my toes (disregard the long stretch of temper tantrum I had about level 18 of the pizzeria).

I give this game a ⓕⓡⓔⓢⓗ rating on the tomatometer!

Now onto the choice screenshots!

When I saw this shit, I actually keeled over. Jack predicted family vlogging in 2011.

*sighs*

I love Risha talking about “high couture” and then the collection of clothes we are introduced to look like they are from JC Penny.

Look at all of them slayinggggggg. The artstyle here is so pretty I love it.

I will not lie, there were way more screenshots I could have gotten. I couldn’t though, because for some reason this game only works in full-screen. I tried changing my desktop resolution and everything, and the game still wouldn’t budge and I had to play this game full-screen. Which meant. One screenshot per every time I had the chance to play. Let me tell you, each and every screenshot featured in this review I got was very, very strategic. I never put so much brain power in determining when I want to get a screenshot of the customers in my life.

After everything, here is my trophy room.

Well, at least it doesn’t look like I’m missing a trophy from not being able to achieve superstar goals for all the levels in Giorno’s Pizzeria!

#cake mania #cake mania lights camera action #2000s nostalgia #early 2010s #old web #pc game #time management #childhood nostalgia #childhood game #nostalgia

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doodling-doodle · 1 year ago

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Fluffcember 2023!

Day 3: Baby announcement

Gazalex

ABO

Y'all might know where this is going :)

Cross posted on ao3

Kyle smiled softly when they pulled up on Alejandro and Rudy's ranch, seeing them already outside with the others.

"You alright?" His alpha asked softly, holding his hand.

He smiled, squeezing his hand, "Yeah. This will distract me." He said, "I'm fine."

Alex nodded, smiling as they pulled up to the ranch and parked. Kyle and Iris excitedly got out, and ran up to hug everyone, Alex following shortly after.

"Hey, guys!" Rudy said excitedly as Kyle ran up to him and Alejandro, Iris jumping up on their legs.

"I missed you guys." Kyle said, smiling as Price chuckled, going up to hug him with Graves.

"Soap and Ghost should be here Tomorrow." Price said, "And you three look Tired. I think you should go get some rest."

"Yeah…" Alex said, "just been traveling all day and the Jet Lag is catching up." He said, chuckling.

"Come, I'll show you to your room." Ale said, smiling softly and taking them inside.

It was beautifully decorated. They clearly spent a few days on it. Scented Candles were lit, giving off a slight cinnamon smell, which made Kyle even more sleepy. He heard the fireplace crackling and Ale saying something, but his eyes were half closed, now getting a headache from a peppermint-scented candle.

"You two get some sleep." Ale said, "Rudy's making his famous pancakes in the morning."

Alex chuckled, "Sounds good. Goodnight, Ale." He said, and Ale walked out.

"Hun?" Alex asked softly, looking at Kyle, who was just sitting on the Bed.

"The peppermint just took me out…" He said, trying to lay down.

Alex held him, "Let's get you changed first, okay?" He said, getting Kyle's suitcase and pulling out comfier clothes, helping Kyle get changed before laying him down.

"Let's get some sleep." Alex said, gently holding him as he laid down.

It had been a few days. Kyle had thrown up the next morning, but he decided to ignore it.

He was tired a lot more. He had been getting frequent headaches.

Today was a breaking point.

Alex woke up to Kyle throwing up again, and he sighed softly, getting a light blanket before going to the bathroom with him, seeing him shaking as he laid back on the wall, sobbing.

His heart ached for his Omega, seeing him in pain…

He gently laid the blanket over Kyle, holding onto him gently.

“Deep breaths, Kyle.” Alex whispered, “Just breathe.”

Kyle nodded, closing his eyes while Alex took a towel to wipe his face.

“This is embarrassing…” Kyle whispered.

“No, Kyle. I’m just worried.”

“Can I just… Go back to bed?”

Alex nodded, picking Kyle up and taking him to their bed, laying him down.

"I'm gonna sit out lunch today." Kyle said, "I don't wanna get anyone else sick."

Alex nodded, "You just relax."

"You go with them. I'll be fine, I have Iris."

"You sure?"

"Of course."

Alex was hesitant. But Kyle really just seemed to want to be alone.

"Call me if you need anything, okay?" Alex said as he got ready to go, and Kyle nodded.

"I'll be back soon."

After Alex left, Kyle sighed. He didn't want to have to do it, but… his heat was officially late.

He went out to the nearest convenience store, and he got a box of pregnancy tests… six tests.

He drove back to the ranch, and the others weren’t home yet.

Iris was as excited as usual, maybe even more. She was whiney when he closed the door to the bathroom, shaking as he took all of the tests in the box.

He went out to the bedroom, gently petting Iris as he waited for his timer to go off.

When it did, he worked himself up to stand, and he went to the bathroom, picking up one and turning it over…

Positive.

He took a deep breath, picked up another, and turned that one over.

Positive.

He teared up, frantically picking up the next one.

Positive.

He sobbed, turning the rest over to look at the rest of them.

Positive.

He started crying of pure joy, looking at himself in the mirror and down at the tests again…

After he calmed down, he looked down at his stomach, gently rubbing his thumb across his navel.

He decided to make it special for the others. A special announcement.

“Iris, come on! We’re gonna run to the store!” He said, getting the car keys and running outside.

He quickly got a few things, ran back to the ranch, and wrapped them in a box.

Half an hour later, the others came back, and Alex was rushing inside, probably to check on him.

“Kyle!” Alex said excitedly when he saw him, “You feeling better?”

“A lot.” Kyle replied, “I just… I have an early Christmas gift for you all.”

They all looked a little confused, but sat in the living room while he went to get the box, setting it in front of Alex.

“What do you have planned?” Alex asked, smirking at Kyle.

“Just open it!” Kyle said, smiling brightly.

He chuckled, taking the wrapping paper off and opening the box.

He was confused. It was a stuffed bear.

“There’s more.” Kyle said.

He shrugged, picking the next thing up.

A baby onesie.

That’s when he caught on.

“No.” He said, looking at Kyle, “Baby, don’t lie.”

Kyle smiled, “Look.”

He looked back in the box…

One of the positive tests.

He looked at Kyle in near disbelief, then back at the test.

Kyle smiled, sobbing softly as he gently put his hand on his stomach, and that's when the others caught on.

But Alex had already tackled Kyle on the couch, holding onto him and gently resting a hand on top of Kyle’s on his stomach.

The others had erupted into squeals and screeches, though Price and Graves started sobbing.

“Your pregnant??!” Rudy yelled out, and Alex sat them back up as he nodded.

Alex held onto him, rocking him softly as he did.

They all huddled around him, wanting to hug him tight, but Alex just wanted to hold His Omega. His Precious Omega…

“We’re gonna be fucking parents!!!” Alex yelled, holding him tighter.

“Barely even pregnant, love.” Kyle said, chuckling softly, “Pretty much just six weeks.”

“So?? It’s finally happening, Kyle!”

That was true… After almost a year, it was finally happening.

The rest of the day was spent talking about their child.

But they were just happy that it was going to happen.

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loosesodamarble · 9 months ago

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For the ask game 6, 22, 25 please.

But of course, Anon! Aother set of questions for me to answer and that means more snippets to share!

..........

6) that i struggled with, but triumphed over

This is gonna sound pathetic of me but one of my writings that I agonized for months over was a request I had from last year. Took me literal months to finish it! (Ugh, reading the note at the top... Half a year... Man, what locked me up back then?!)

BUT I MANAGED TO FINISH IT! Probably not my best work but reading it again, I do like Finral's characterization in it. He and his partner (reader insert in the piece) are cute and playful with each other in the lightest of ways. And just getting to write Finral gush about someone he loves was fun.

You let out a loud yawn as you passed the threshold of your squad’s base. You’d been out on an extended mission, helping watch the border. You didn’t see much point in the job since Diamond Kingdom had become weirdly inactive as of late. Something about taking a major blow during a battle at the Witches’ Forest. The border mission had been uneventful and thus boring. You felt like you’d wasted your time just walking around and twiddling your thumbs. However, you were now home, ready to rest and prepare for more normal missions again. As you approached your room, you noticed a figure, the familiar form of your partner Finral, standing right outside your door. Finral turned and his smile stretched so wide, you would’ve had to have been blind to miss it. “You’re back!” Finral exclaimed and ran up to you. “I heard you were coming back today and I knew I had to welcome you back!” He extended his arms to his sides. “Hug?” You nodded and let yourself into his embrace. It only lasted a few seconds before you felt like the hug had become too cuddly. Sure, you and Finral were dating but you didn’t need to be especially lovey-dovey with him. So you leaned away from him. “Thanks for welcoming me back, Finral,” you said with a gracious nod.

22) that is so blissfully self-indulgent

Hee hee~! Shadows House AU with the Fausts.

“Good morning, Master Nacht!” the boy greeted with a shining smile. “I’m your Living Doll, here to be of service to you!” Nacht watched the Doll for a moment. Then, he replied, “Yes, good morning.” “I’ve already prepared your morning bath, Master!” The Doll gestured to the door connecting to the washroom in the room. “Take your time while I tidy up this space!” Nacht nodded and arose from his bed. He needed to clean himself. He was filthy. And not just him. Everything was dirtied and blackened from the soot. When Nacht returned from the bath, the dirty bed sheets were gone. The Doll was already hard at work dusting the room and gathering the soot that accumulated overnight. Such was his job. “You’re a diligent Doll. Nacht likes that,” Nacht remarked, making his Living Doll pause. The Dolls turned to Nacht with a smile. “As a servant to Shadows House and Master Nacht’s personal Doll, I must work my very best!” he replied before getting back to work. Nacht watched his Doll work. As he ate breakfast, his Doll polished the cabinet and shelf. His Doll dusted off various decorative fixtures around the room while Nacht read. When Nacht sat back for a tea break, the Doll took the bags of accumulated soot to be disposed of. No matter what Nacht did, his Doll kept himself busy.

Nacht and Morgen's dynamic works so well for the Shadows House setting. And letting them live in a setting with less grandiose stakes means that even mundane moments matter.

25) that i consider a favorite

This snippet comes from a fic that depicts Josele's curse breaking. Not the actual events that lead to what undoes the curse but a metaphysical(?) representation of it. If that makes sense... I just love how it alludes to the types of relationships that Josele has with each Bull and the imagery I use in the fic.

Dark… Cold… Fathomless… Empty… That’s the way it had been. Josele’s world had felt like a black ocean where light nor warmth would ever reach her. And she thought she was fine with that. If there was no light in the first place, then it could never be taken away from her. Not again. So Josele resigned herself to the fate of forever sinking deeper into her loneliness. If she drowned (which she was on her way to) and no one came to save her (as if anyone would come for her), then that would’ve been fine. Deeper and deeper she sank. Until… In the corner of her vision, she saw something float up to her. It was a bubble, glowing with a light inside of it. But where did it come from? Josele let the bubble float closer to her. It came so close that it popped right in her face. A burst of light filled her vision. A rush of air filled her lungs. “You don’t have to stick around here, Jo. I’m putting together my own squad, why not join it? Might be fun.” A memory… Of a friend’s kind offer. It lasted only a moment before the heavy darkness took over Josele’s senses again.

It's a shorter piece but I love it very much~!

#questions from the ask box #ask game #soda asides #awesome anons #maybe if i just go back and reread all my work...#maybe i could be inspired again?

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chloemarievaughan · 2 years ago

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May 25th- Antwerp to Amsterdam

Can’t believe we are headed to the last destination of our trip! We had a truly wonderful time in three very different Belgian Cities. ate our fair share of Belgian chocolate and fries, and drank our fair share of Belgian beer! The Netherlands are a new country for me, the 22nd country I have visited! Belgium and the Netherlands are both new countries for Mom.

Before we headed off to the Netherlands, we had to get one last walk through Antwerp in the diamond district, doing a bit of window shopping. It was amazing how many diamond stores there are; how do they make any money with so much competion? Block after block of nothing but diamond stores.

Our train to Amsterdam was again one that we could take any train on the day we booked it which was nice flexibility. We weren’t sure how long we felt like exploring the diamond district so rented a locker at the train station so we could walk unencumbered by our bags. After a short walk we were ready to go so bought espressos and a yummy raspberry coffee cake. our train ride was the slow train (1 h 50 minutes) as it was 20 euros vs the more expense fast trains saving 45 minutes but costing 4 times as much. The fast trains had WiFi though which would have been nice.

did some planning for Amsterdam… again we are buying a city card to take advantage of the flexibility of transportation. Annoyingly, nearly all the museums in Amsterdam require advanced reservations. I did get a couple things booked ahead that needed reservation… but we are gonna miss out on the Van Gogh museum because it’s fully booked. I’m sure we will be able to keep ourselves fully occupied even without that, but Reservations weeks ahead are not how I like to travel, like to be able to go with the flow!

We also saw our first windmills out the window of the train! Yay the Netherlands :)

Got to the Amsterdam train station and got slightly lost trying to figure out how to leave the train station. Turns out, in Amsterdam you scan your ticket to enter the train and to leave the train (this is also how the tram works) we both really had to pee but the bathroom on the train wouldn’t open and the one in the station had to pay cash… which we don’t have. We powerwalked to our hotel which luckily was only about a 12 minute walk away. The check in guy at the hotel let us check in early which was nice, and our room is very cute. We had a reservation for the Rijksmuseum at 3:15, and were all checked into the hotel about 1:30.

So we decided to take a leisurely walk past the canals to get to the museum! I love Amsterdam :) it’s beautiful. Much cleaner than Antwerp, a much bigger city than we’ve been to so far, and it’s the perfect wandering city where every block is another picturesque canal and beautiful rows of house and of course, bikes everywhere. We have both almost been hit by multiples bikes because neither mom and I are good at noticing if we are about to walk into a bike lane… no casualties so far 😂

we wandered into a floating flower market and did some souvenir shopping, then wandered past a place selling pita and French fries (which were at least twice as good as any of the Belgian fries we had… sorry Belgium I am Not gonna be calling them Belgian Fries 😂) we were ravenous at this point and this might have been the best tasting meal we had all trip hahaha.

Made it to the Rijksmuseum, which we had snagged the only available reservation time left for today earlier this morning. It was a very nice art museum with some Rembrandt and Van Goghs, a cool variety of historical Dutch artists, paintings, and decorations, but Mom and I would have done a little better with an audio tour or a live tour. Note for if you come here: there are some guided tours available on the museum app, but we didn’t know at the time.

We were tired of walking around at this point so sat in the garden behind the Rijksmuseum watching a fountain for a while and then went to grab a tram back to Central Station. Every time we try to take a bus or a tram anywhere we can see the tram we need pulling into the station when we are too far to make a run and catch it. Luckily this time the next one was only 6 minutes later so we waited and took the tram back to central station, and went to reserve a boat ticket for a canal tour. They didn’t have any tours for an hour and a half so we did some more walking: really got our steps in today!

We did some wandering past some of Amsterdams more interesting areas. (Walked past many coffee shops, a quick look to check out the Red Light District (much tamer during the day) and then ended up at another church, the oldest church in Amsterdam which is no longer operating as a church, just a museum. The Oudekerk had a guided audio tour that we did for about 25 minutes before the museum closed, got a few good pictures and enjoyed the brief tour.

then it was time for our canal tour! I was very excited for this after no canals in Antwerp to have a tour of, but it wasn’t my favorite boat tour. Instead of a guide, it was a recorded audio tour of facts about the canals, and the boat was a covered glass boat which made it a little hard to see and take good photographs. the boat before ours was open, which would have been better for pictures and taking in the sights but turns out we would have been absolutely freezing so I guess it worked out!

wandered around some more back to the hotel, and tried to find a cool place for a nightcap but nothing near us but coffee shops ☕️ ended up in the hotel bar where I disgraced myself by ordering the beer Ijwit in the most American possible accent: it is actually pronounced “eye wheat”. My Dutch has not gotten any better this trip 😂

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omniversequirk · 2 years ago

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You’ve just made the worst mistake. /j

So I have, to start, way too many OCs. I have some WAAAAY back when I first got into the Jacksepticeye ego lore. I’ll give you a few for starters.

Ganymede is one of my most recent. She’s a black woman with slightly red colored hair, and sharp golden eyes. She’s apart of this group that Chase, Henrik, Jackie, and Marvin made called Stronghold Z. Stronghold Z’s job is to pretty much beat Iris in taking out Anti, as well as expose them for their crimes against science.

Gavin Ridsworth is next. Fun fact, he’s supposed to be The Professor from AF-CB. He wears an eyepatch due to getting his eye torn out in the incident, while he was escaping. And he’s autistic because I SAID SO DAMN IT. Here’s another fact, he has a mysterious anomaly that he’s never talked to people about. It takes a physical form as a dragon, and it’s what gives Gavin his special powers to do freaky mind stuff.

The next character I’m gonna talk about is Glitter. That’s right, I have a character named Glitter. This character is the “anomaly” I was talking about with Gavin. They take the form of a blue traditional Chinese dragon, but without the stringy whiskers and back legs. They have horns decorated with white flowers, and navy colored feathers stretching from their upper neck to mid back.

Glitter is the one that gives Gavin all of his powers. For example, the Blueshock. This power is what was used on Chase in one of the plot point clips of AF-CB. Gavin gets a variety of other powers from this creature, like True Sight (being able to see through an illusion diguise), and a special unnamed one where if Gavin were to die, Glitter would take over and essentially give him a second life.

Also, Glitter is the one that was interviewing Chase in Iris. Yeaaaahh, Glitter is able to take over Gavin’s body at certain points, and they did it for that in order to help Gavin get more info and seem less like a nervous little baby.

MOVING ON FROM THAT! Next we have Tenbris. He’s this demon that lives inside of Iris. He has long white hair, with a red and black sweater and shorts, and black boots. Tenbris is VERY chaotic and mischievous, which comes from him being a demon and all.

And last, we have Yuna. She also has white hair, but it goes down to her shoulders instead. She wears a blue schoolgirl outfit, and also has bunny ears. In her original design, she was supposed to have lilac colored hair, but that was switched to white. Yuna is incredibly rowdy and tomboyish. She’s always ready to pick a fight with someone.

And that’s it for now. Trust me, this isn’t even the end, I have way more where this came from

HELLO DOES ANYONE WANNA HEAR ME TALK ABOUT MY JCU/IRIS OCS

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticeye fandom #iris project #iris #I am so goddamn sorry for making you put up with this haha

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shuchu · 3 years ago

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Could I request 9 from the nsfw prompt list for Ike please?

*°:⋆ₓₒ first time with ike ｡.｡:+*

shuchu’s 100 follower event ♡

prompt: “is it good when i touch you here, or maybe here?”

warnings: NSFW content, minors dni ; fem-bodied!reader

author notes: i decided to write for a fem-bodied reader because for this scenario, that's what i feel the most confident writing for, i hope that’s okay (/_＼) thank you anon for participating in the event and i hope that this was to your liking (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ as usual, feel free to leave some feedback and/or send in requests! decorative divider credit to: @/mykaesu on twt *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

enjoy lovelies! ♡

ike’s eyes widen at your request, he had been sitting in his little booth, working away until you walked in announcing that you wanted him to take your virginity.

“a-are you sure älskling? this is ehm…pretty out of the blue…” he chuckles nervously.

you look into ike’s eyes and say firmly, “yeah i’m sure, i’ve been thinking about this for a while. we’ve been dating for almost 2 years now ike, i trust you and i love you, which is why i wanted you to be my first.”

ike swallows nervously and takes a deep breath.

you watch ike’s actions and doubts arise in your head, “baby, if you’re not ready, that’s fine with me too, i can wait.”

ike looks at you and rolls his chair forward so that he can be right in front of you, he takes both your hands into his and looks at you tenderly. “no my love, it’s not that i’m not ready. it’s your first time and i guess ehm…i just want it to be perfect for you because that’s what you deserve. i’m a little worried about being able to do that for you.”

you smile and shake your head, “ikey, it doesn’t have to be perfect, as long as it’s you, i’m happy.”

ike lifts your hands up to his lips, kissing the back of each hand once. he then smiles and stands up, “shall we, my love?” at that, you stand up as well and the both of you head to the bedroom.

you crawl onto the bed and lay down while ike shuts the door behind him. once the bedroom door is closed, ike joins you on the bed and gently kisses you, taking his time before trailing kisses to your jaw, down to your neck. he pulls away briefly to say, “if at any point you want me to stop, just tell me okay?”

you nod and he goes back to peppering kisses all over your neck, as he’s giving your neck attention, his hands start moving up and down your sides, making you lean more into his touch

ike gently tugs at the hem of your shirt, asking for permission to take it off, you oblige and pull it over your head, throwing it to the side of the room. ike then continues his ministrations on your neck while his hands reach up to your chest. ike leans back and cups your tits, massaging them gently. you moan softly, feeling a growing pressure in your nether regions.

“is it good when i touch you here? or maybe here?” one of ike’s hands slowly trail down, finding it’s way into your shorts and in between your legs to your bundle of nerves, slowly rubbing it through the thin fabric.

you moan a little louder and squint your eyes open, “a-ahh! y-yes that feels s-so good! ah! yes! touch me more ike!”

“would you like to take these off then älskling?” ike tugs at the waistband of your shorts.

you wanted ike to keep touching you so you take them off hastily and fling it off to the side. ike places his hand back where it was before and started rubbing it a little faster. “oh fuck, y-yes baby! f-faster please! ah-!”

ike, getting a little impatient himself, pulls your panties to the side and rubs your bare pussy, all hot and throbbing from the attention it’s receiving. your eyes roll back and you arch your back from the pleasure coursing through your body.

“b-baby, i-i’m gonna- ah! it f-feels so- good!” you’re stuttering over your words, struggling to speak as you were getting close to your climax.

“let it all out my love, i’ve got you.” ike coos and he leans down to leave sloppy kisses all over your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking on it.

that was what tipped you over the edge, you arch your back, moaning ike’s name as your cum coats the tip of ike’s fingers. as you come down from your high, you drop your back down onto the bed and open your eyes slowly, you see ike looking at you as he takes his fingers into his mouth sucking your cum off his fingertips.

“mmm…you taste good sweetheart. i hope you don’t mind me having more." ike says with a smirk.

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sukunasbabymama · 3 years ago

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Online meetings.

└ Pairing. Kokonoi Hajime, Akashi Takeomi, Kakucho Hitto, Manjiro Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kanji Mochizuki.

└ Summary. Online meetings with Bonten where they caught you sleeping during the meet because you forgot to turn it off.

└ Warnings. Fem pet names?¿, mention of killing even though this is fluff, yes, high Sanzu and idk what else.

└ Note. I was going to do as I said in the rules, just five characters, but end up doing them all in exchange of taking more time writing. Also, I mixed the concept of the meetings, some with them and some without them.

Request.

Kokonoi Hajime.

He was entering your home at a decent time, just to find you with your head on top of your folded arms, he smirks.

It’s just when he gets closer that he sees that you’re sleeping and your college meeting is still ongoing, your camera and micro off. Without making too much fuss about it, he kneels in front of you and starts softly taking your shoes off, then he starts taking all the pins off your hair and softly takes you in his arms.

When he tucks you in bed you open your eyes a little.

“Koko?” You murmur, throwing your arms around his neck, he chuckles softly.

“I can’t baby, I have to stay till your meeting is over.” He softly says, and kisses your neck since that's the only place he can reach with how tight your grip around him is. You nod and let him go.

He ended up hearing the meeting for you, and like the smart ass he is, he took notes for you so you could check them when you wake up.

Akashi Takeomi.

You were talking to him on a video call since he was on a business trip but still would call you every night to check on you.

However, you had spent the whole day helping his brother in a lot of gang related things, so you were more than tired by the time you took the call.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, and remember next week we have this meeting with the gang from… Oh,” He stops talking when he looks at the phone and sees you dozing off. “Princess? Hey, hey! Doll!”

You get startled and look around his apartment, because yes, he makes you stay at his apartment when he’s not around. You look at him and smile embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry Takeomi,” You murmur, taking the laptop with you and putting it on the bed while you start to undress to get ready for bed. He watches you with a small smile.

“My brother made you help him today?” You hum and he tsk. “He always does that when I’m not around.”

“Because you don’t let him be around me when you’re here.” You say getting under his blankets, you get comfy, he chuckles.

“Yeah. Have a nice sleep, love, I’ll be there by the time you wake up.” He murmurs.

“To give me kisses?” You whisper, your eyes already closed, he chuckles again.

“To give you the world, baby…”

Kakucho Hitto.

It’s normal for you to attend your online meetings in his office, since you spend almost all your time at the Bonten’s building.

What’s not normal is for you to be this tired, to the point of leaning back on his chair and falling asleep while the conference about what to do for the new season in your company was being held.

“Doll, Kokonoi says that this new product they’re proposing to you it’s not wor— Oh.” He smirks as soon as he sees your sleeping face.

Softly, he takes you in his arms and lays you on the comfy couch he has in the office, he puts a small blanket that was for decoration on top of your body and kisses your cheek.

“I need to be at the meeting.” You mumble half asleep.

“Kokonoi says it is not worth it.” He whispers, tracing your lips and eyebrows with his finger softly.

“Oh, then I’m not gonna take…” You move around, already sleeping again. He chuckles.

He sits on the chair and starts taking notes on the most important points they made through the rest of the meeting.

“We’ll give you our response tomorrow.” He ends the meeting after they were looking for you.

Manjiro Sano “Mikey”.

You were talking to him through the phone when he decided he wanted to see you. After turning on the camera a genuine smile spread through his face immediately. You were under all the blankets already, your face showing signs of being one step away from falling asleep.

“Go to sleep, bubs.” He whispers, and although it looks like he’s relaxed watching you, in reality he’s in a room full of gang members and some rats that he was about to interrogate. You didn’t know that by his genuine smile and he wasn’t about to tell you either.

“No, no… tell me about the guys that work with you, what did Kaku-chan do today?” You mumble, eager to hear him talk, he smirks and in time, Kakucho shows his face on the camera. “Oh, you’re Kaku-chan? Hi!”

“Hello there.” He says and goes on with his business.

“So, we were at this art gallery and some rich man thought that because the guys were wearing suits they couldn’t fight and started to pick fights with them.” Mikey starts to tell you with a smile while watching how in the distance Sanzu was beating the snitch ass. “Apparently they didn’t know he was the best brawler of our time and—,”

Your snoring stops him. He looks at you and chuckles, you are too deep already and he swears he can see you drooling already.

“At least take off the glasses, angel...” He whispers to himself, ending the call and looking at Sanzu who was waiting for his orders. “Kill them.”

Ran Haitani.

Ran loves to show you how indecent he can be, and that he does by entering your apartment at ungodly hours of the night. Of course, you never get paranoid or anything since you know about the men he has in front of your apartment taking care of you at all times, if it’s not Ran getting in, it’s nobody.

“Doll~” Ran chants while taking off his shoes. He is expecting you to jump on his ass for scaring you, but he is met with you in the kitchen, your laptop open with a meeting already over on display, and you with your cheek on the counter, drooling.

“This is new.” He chuckles.

His indecency ends at the moment you’re not in a mood to punch him or to yell at him, so he would never wake you up or something. But, instead of taking you in his arms bridal style, he moves you softly and gets between your legs, putting his hands on the back of your thighs and makes you hug his waist with your legs.

“Baby?” You mumble, waking up.

“Yes pretty, I’ll just take you to bed, yeah?” He whispers in your ear, starting to walk to your bedroom.

“You gonna get in bed with me?” You mumble again, tightening your arms and legs around him. He hums pleasantly.

“Yes my love, like every night.” He tells you and you hum.

Doesn’t matter the amount of time you yell at him, he’s always gonna make sure you have him to hug through the night.

Rindou Haitani.

Nobody understands how he could convince you to get into a relationship with him. You’re not a sweet innocent person or something like that, no, but still you’re not a psycho like him.

But, the way he treats you, his acts of service tell you everything you need to know about his persona with you.

You were at an online meeting in your studio so when he got home he tried to be as quiet as he could. After getting dressed in some spare clothes he left in your apartment he goes to see if you need anything.

“Darling, are you okay there…” He frowns when he sees that the screen says the meeting is over.

When he gets closer he sees you with your head hanging and snoring softly. He smiles.

He goes to the room and throws the unnecessary pillows on the floor, turns on the A/C and brings a cup of water for the night. He then goes and looks for you and turns off the laptop, takes you in his arms and puts you on your bed. That’s when you wake up.

“Want to hug you…” You mumble, he kisses your cheeks a couple of times.

“You’ll do gorgeous, I’m just making sure you’re comfortable for the night.” You nod, eyes closed.

He gets in the bed with you and lets you tangle all your limbs around him. He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

Sanzu Haruchiyo.

He was high as hell when he entered your shared apartment, so at first he couldn’t understand why you were sitting on the floor with your head on top of your folded arms on the small table.

“Puppy?” He whispers as if there were more people around.

He gets closer and sits by your side, that's when he sees that apparently you were at an online meeting earlier and fell asleep. The screen says “This meeting is over” or something.

Sanzu being Sanzu, and a high Sanzu at that, just moves you around till you are resting your head comfortably on his lap. Then, he leans back on the couch to wait till the trip passes so he could take you both to the bedroom.

Spoiler: y’all ended up sleeping on the floor the whole night.

Mochizuki Kanji “Mocchi”.

One thing about this man is that if he can be loud, he’s gonna go all out.

You were talking to him by video call since y’all haven’t seen each other in a couple of days because of your work and his gang. The thing is, the only time he could take a call was at an ungodly hour, and you being tired from work, was falling asleep on the call.

“So, yeah baby, today I couldn’t beat some ass because the Haitani got in the wa— BREAK HIS NOSE GODDAMN IT!” You couldn’t help but to scream startled. Even though it was through a phone, his screaming scared you.

“For the love of God, Kanji!” You shout, hand on your chest, breathing fast.

He looks at you confused and frowning, then he looks surprised.

“Oh, you were asleep I-I’m sorry darling, we are at an underground ring watching some low ranks beat each other.” He explains but you’re still shaken. “Wait a second.”

He walks out of the place and into the parking lot.

“You okay there?” He murmurs. “I’m sorry.”

“I-It’s okay.” You nod, but that’s not enough for him.

“So, my gorgeous baby, let me tell you what I did today…” He says in a low tone, knowing that would put you back to sleep.

He starts repeating the same story he was telling you when you were asleep, but in a lower toner. When he sees you are out again he smiles.

“I’ll make sure to see ya’ tomorrow, love you.”

He ends the call and goes back inside.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years ago

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I wanna see gang yn tell Harry she’s pregnant- or see little moments between them while she’s pregnant, like finding out they’re having twins. 🥺

okay but I imagine this.

tw: violence, blood, weapons, smut

There is currently three dead men in their warehouse.

Harry has another one tied to a creaky old wooden chair, interrogating him with a sharp knife on his cheek, “Where the fuck is Richie? I know you killed one of my men.”

The man spits at Harry, leaning away from the blade, “Fuck you. I’m not talkin’.”

YN is watching casually from where she’s sitting on a countertop, a iced coffee in her hand, and she’s just admiring how hot her husband is.

His long hair is pulled up in a bun, his sharp jaw clenched, blood on his white shirt that’s clung a bit to his body with sweat and other fluids.

He’s so lean, muscular with bulging biceps, abs taut under his clothes. Her name tattooed proudly on his neck, little beads of sweat.

Harry slices down his cheek, tearing the skin open, “Tell me right now or I’m goin’ t’kill you. This is your last warning. I am about to show you why they call me Diablo,” Harry seethes, the knife dragging down to his neck.

He refuses to speak, Harry gets impatient and pulls out his weapon of choice - his desert eagle and delivers one resounding shot.

Harry looks unsympathetically at the rival gang members, his own men sitting back and letting the leader work.

The associates began to scuttle around to begin the clean up process.

Her husband tugs off his shirt and then shimmies out of his tight black jeans - tossing them carelessly by the bodies so his men can dispose of them.

Just in his tight briefs, his intricate morale of the depth of hell and the devil decorating his whole chest and stomach.

Then he’s trailing over to his wife, grabbing her jaw and searing their lips together for a long kiss as she runs a hand over his tensed abs.

It’s not the right moment, well it wouldn’t be for a normal couple but they weren’t any normal couple to start off with.

“I want to have a baby,” YN blurts out as her husband’s hands grip onto her thighs to pull her center against his.

Harry doesn’t look surprised often.

His mossy green eyes widen, puffy lips parting, as he searches her relax, open face, “You want me t’put a baby in you?”

She nods, feeling a nervous fluttering, they’d been married for three years - it had been on her mind a lot.

“If you aren’t - I know we’ve been talking about it. But if it’s not some-“ She stutters out as she observes Harry’s stoic face.

He leans forward, cupping her face, and telling her firmly, “I will give you whatever y’want, sweetheart. If y’want me to make y’a mommy - I’ll do it right now.”

By this point the men had dragged the bodies out to a nondescript van and were pouring industrial grade bleach on the tiled floor.

Harry turns around and booms, “Get the fuck out, right now.”

The associates pause, confused, Greg speaks, “But we just start-“

In true Harry form, he grabs his gun next to his wife, and fires at warning shot at their feet, “Fuck off or next time it’s going to be y’leg.”

They run out like there’s fire under their arses.

YN shouldn’t get wetter at that but she does.

He turns around after the leave, wastes no time to in yanking her shirt over her head, bra, and then roughly stripping off her legging, and panties

“Fuckin’ look at you, made you my wife, now m’make y’the mother of my babies,” Harry hisses when YN sneaks her hand in his briefs to tug his thick length out.

“Remember when we first met. You told me you never wanted to even have a girlfriend, let alone a wife. You told me you didn’t want kids,” YN murmurs as she pumps him with a firm grip.

Harry groans into her mouth, “Baby, jus’ like tha’. All that changed when I fell f’you.”

YN swipes her thumb over the tip before tugging the fabric down his narrow hips and guiding him right into where she’s so warm and ready for him.

“You told me love was made up by pathetic stupid people who were too dumb to realize it was a scam,” She reminds him, breath hitching when he stretches her perfectly.

As they’re waiting for drinks, Harry scoffs at a young couple kiss and cooing at each other on the other side of the way.

It was a really shady bar.

They were there to do business together - Harry and YN - nothing more than that.

“Fuckin’ idiots,” He shakes his head, swigging down his whiskey dry as soon as it’s placed in front of him - he doesn’t even flinch.

“They’re in love,” YN defends with a small smiles as she watches the man make the girl giggle with glee - just happiness.

“So y’a fucking idiot too?” Harry asks meanly, giving her a glance over with a pursed lip, “Guess y’beauty and no fuckin’ brains.”

“You have a real way with women, charmer,” She replies sarcastically, sipping her whiskey sour.

Harry laughs with a tinge of arrogance, “I don’t need charm. Any women and most men in this bar would fuck if they had the chance.”

“Well I’ll be one who won’t,” YN says haughtily.

His jaw clenches subtly, “Don’t be bitter, darling. Love is made up. It doesn’t exists. It’s for weak-minded little sheeps like you.”

—-

Harry takes a deep inhale, eyes dark as night, teeth bared as he tells her, “Our love isn’t what other average people have. I still believe all of that. My love f’you is s’strong I’d fuckin’ die for you this second.”

YN moans when he fucks in hard enough to make her skid back on the counter - he grips her harder and anchors her back down.

“D’you think any other man would do tha’ f’their wife? I mean truly do that? No. I’ve seen men let their wives die to save themselves,” Harry grits out, tugging her legs around his waist.

She is panting, not able to get a word out between breathes, he’s giving it to her so fucking well. Her nipples brushing against his sweaty chest, making it feel so much better.

Her grips her jaw hard, “Answer me.”

“Baby, I know, I know. I love you, please,” She begs loudly, whining when he wraps his hand around her neck.

“Open,” Harry orders, hand forcing her mouth open before spitting and then chasing it with his tongue into her mouth.

“H, m’coming.” YN warns him, pushing her hips into his until their skin is slapping and making noise in the room.

“Y’get so sweet when I’m fuckin’ you,” Harry praises, tweaking her nipple as she wets his cock even more than before.

He speeds up, sweat beading down his temple, he curses and grunts, “Gonna give y’a baby, give you anythin’.”

And when they finally slow to a halt, catching their breath, he whispers in a syrupy soft voice, “You’re my everything.”

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