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magics-neptunes-things · 9 days ago

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Love Sweet Love

Hi guys!

Happy Steph's day ♥

I'm sorry, I haven't posted for a very long time but I'm working on it. I hope you will love this new Chapter of my Steph's series. You don't have to read the first two, but it's a plus I think.

You can find them here : Lightning Love | Struck By Love

Please enjoy ♥

And Happy Birthday to Steffy ♥

TW : None

When you come back from the USA, after your injury against Colombia, Steph makes you live in her house. Officially to help you with your injury and because she doesn’t have any stairs in her new house. Which is really a good point, because almost all of the other people who could have offered their help actually have stairs in their home.

Steph and you have been friends since you were teenagers, so no one asks any questions when you mention that you are living with Steph for now.

With time, your things found a specific place in Steph’s house, and she even made some more space in her closet for your clothes. Your Tottenham jerseys are washed with her Arsenal ones, you share the vegemite pots that your grandmother sends you and you sometimes wear Steph’s shirt to sleep.

You love the intimacy between you and how everything is so easy with Steph. She is the most easy-going person in the world, and you are falling in love even harder with her every day.

You’re a little afraid of when it will be time for you to go back to your own apartment. It will probably be soon, because your cast has been removed two weeks ago, and you now have an ankle splint to help you walk. You are supposed to still use your crutches, even if you don’t when you are home. You prefer jumping around on one foot.

It drives Steph crazy.

Steph isn’t home for two days now, she had a game in Liverpool and left with the Arsenal squad. You weren’t able to go to watch her because you had to go to your rehab. So, you went to watch Tottenham playing at home instead, cheering for your teammates. Charli and her fiancé came with you to walk Calvin those two days and for the others walk you just stayed around Steph’s house or went in the garden with him.

When you come back home after the game, a look at the clock tells you that your girlfriend will be home in one hour.

You are so grateful for Steph, her patience while you were injured and all the little attentions she had for you during this time. So, you decided to thank her with a real good meal tonight, with all the romanticism you have in you.

You set the table with a red tablecloth, a vase with some roses in the middle of the table and some candles. You listened to the florist talking about the number of flowers for the bunch of flowers, not even knowing before that the number had a meaning. Coming back home, you thought a little bit about your ex-girlfriends and wonder what they would think about your behavior.

You kind of explained to Leila what happened with Steph, without giving her the name of your girlfriend. But you needed to explain to her the reality of your feelings and why things didn’t work between you two.

For dinner, you chose Steph’s favourite meal, and you ordered the ingredients needed to be delivered to you here. It’s way easier for you like this, doing your shopping in crutches would have been way too complicated.

Steph’s car wheels squeak on the gravel in front of the house several minutes after. You jump between the fridge and the table with the starters when Steph opens the door.

A cream and red flash passes next to you when Calvin runs to great Steph, making you smile softly. You distinctly hear Steph cooing and greeting Calvin back, before coming in your direction.

“No! Don’t come here! Close your eyes!”

“Why? What have you done?”

You jump on one foot in her direction, seeing that Steph had in fact closed her eyes. She looks so cute with her low bun, her scarf and her training clothes that you can’t help yourself but steal her a kiss.

You feel her smile against your lips and then kiss her cheek when she talks.

“Is it to distract me about the fact that you are walking without your crutches?”

“No” you giggle. “Can you walk without opening your eyes please?”

You take her bag from her hand and put your hands on her shoulder to walk easier towards the table. You make her stop and move to be able to watch her reaction.

“Ok, now you can open your eyes” you say when you are in the right place.

You totally ignore the table you settled a little bit before, your eyes only looking at her. Steph’s eyes go wild for a moment while she takes everything in sight. You are suddenly nervous, wondering if it’s maybe too much. Or stupid? You never talked about it finally, but isn’t a girl supposed to like being surprised?

Maybe it’s not a good idea finally, after being away Steph maybe just wants to take a shower and go to bed.

“Did you do all of it yourself?” she asks finally, turning to face you.

“Yeah” you nod, fidgeting with your fingers. “I wanted to thank you properly for the way you took so good care of me while I was just like a burden hurt teenager. I am really thankful for you and your patience and your kindness”

You are totally rambling now, talking a little too fast and almost breathless. You weren’t looking at her while talking, looking at the flowers in the middle of the table. But when you feel her grab your hand, you look at your girlfriend again.

“You have nothing to thank me for, I did it because I wanted it. Even if you are terrible to look after, you little troublemaker”

You smile shyly and let yourself relax when she hugs you. You pass your hands around her neck, taking advantage of your position to breathe her scent. You really missed her.

“Do you mind if I go take a shower quickly before we eat, though?”

“No, it’s a great idea. You stink” you smirk.

You giggle when she smacks you behind your head, clinging against her when she pretends to push you away.

“You’re so mean”

“Yes, but I made diner”

She rolls her eyes and smiles before you let her go. She doesn’t smell at all, but you totally understand the need to take a shower and refresh herself after a long travel day.

You lean on the furniture behind you, looking at her leaving to go to the bathroom.

“Steph?” you call her just before she closes the door.

“Yeah?”

You look at her curious face exceeding the port frame two seconds before smiling softly.

“I really missed you”

Her eyes go soft, and you would literally die for the smile coming on her face right now. There is a tenderness in her eyes, and you sometimes are still surprised when you realise that it is destined to you.

“I missed you too” she says softly. “I’ll be quick, okay?”

“Yeah” you smile back.

You look at her going inside the room again, before jumping back towards the kitchen.

“Use your crutches!” you hear her shout from the bathroom.

You roll your eyes again before deciding to oblige and go to look for them. You don’t really know where you left them, and you finally spot them next to the door of Steph’s bedroom. Then you go back to the kitchen and start to warm up a little what you will eat after the starters.

A little lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear Steph coming back. She takes you by surprise, passing her arms around your waist and kissing your cheek at the same time. You almost jump off your skin, which she seems to find very funny.

“You’re so annoying” you grumble, even if you are smiling.

You just can’t resist her laugh.

“I’m sorry. What can I do to help you?”

“Just put your ass on that chair, Catley”

“As you wish”

You weren’t expecting her to take you in her arms, carrying you like a bride, to the table. She then puts you in your chair before sitting in front of you. That wasn’t exactly how you were picturing things, but it’s maybe better like this. At least you aren’t scowled one more time because of those damn crutches.

You have to admit that you are pretty satisfied about how you were able to cook everything. You like cooking, you sometimes don’t have the time or even the energy to do it. But today you really liked cooking for your girlfriend.

After the diner, you went for a quick walk with Calvin and then to the living room. Arsenal men are playing, and it probably will be a good game. You take advantage to snuggle against Steph, happy to find her arms back. She absently strokes your back under your shirt while watching the game, talking sometimes about something that comes into your minds.

“Dean wrote to me earlier today” Steph says casually.

You feel your heart missing a beat and a strange feeling in the bottom of your stomach. All the fun you had after sharing Calvin's last mischief in the park is now very far away.

“What did he want?”

Your tone is flat, probably giving Steph a hint that you may not be handling this information as easily as you should.

“He wanted to see Calvin”

You can feel her eyes on you, but you look straight in front of you, looking at the TV screen without really looking at it.

“I thought Calvin was your dog only, not his?” you frown.

“He’s mine only, but he still wants to see him again”

You just hum for any answer. You don’t believe it for a single second, in your opinion it’s just an excuse to be able to see Steph again. You know that your girlfriend is the one who ended the things between them. Now that some time has passed, maybe he wants to see if they maybe could get closer again.

You don’t like the strange feeling, now not only in your stomach, but in all your body. You maybe are with Steph for several weeks even months now, but you still don’t take your relationship for granted. You are fully aware that you can lose Steph at any time. Few people know about your relationship after all, it would probably not mean much in the eyes of the world. To yours, however, it would be worse than anything.

On another hand, you can’t tell her that you don’t want her to see him. You won’t take that right.

You raise your eyes on Steph when she pokes at your ribs, to see that she’s still looking at you.

“You know that if I ended things and cancelled my engagement with him, it’s for a good thing, right?”

“Of course” you mumble, looking at the screen again.

She already told you that he might have a thing with a girl he was talking to while they were still together. But other than that, you never really asked about him. Steph never mentioned him either, to be fair.

“Are you still talking to him regularly?” you ask finally, raising your eyes on her again.

“Nope. It was the first time he wrote to me since Christmas. You’re the one being friend with your ex”

She’s right here. Since the confessions you made to Leila, you and her are friends again. She started throwing teasing comments on your Instagram’s post again and you call each other from time to time.

“If it bothers you…” you begin while sitting.

“Not at all” she smiles “It was just to point out that you are still in contact with one of your exes too. But I trust you.”

“I trust you too. But Leila knows we are together. Your ex doesn’t even know that you aren’t single anymore.”

“I’ll let him know, okay?”

She’s looking at you with so much affection that you can only smile back at her. You feel your body relax again and you cuddle closer to her again.

“Okay” you say, burying your face in her hoodie.

********

Several days later, you are finally able to walk without any crutches, having received the green light from the physio team. You don’t feel any discomfort in your foot anymore and it’s a really good point.

In fact, you were even able to train with the rest of the team today and that makes you happier than ever. You probably won’t be able to play that weekend, but it’s obvious that it will be okay for next week.

You are practically hopping when you come home that day, parking your car next to Steph’s one in the driveway. You frown when you see that there is another car too, not recognizing it like Beth’s car or even one of her teammates. In your memories, no one is driving a Skoda.

Like usual, Calvin comes to greet you when you arrive, this time silently stroking himself around your legs. You pet him, before hearing voices coming from the living room.

“I just… It doesn't make any sense to me. I thought you were friend with her, nothing else”

Dean. What the hell is he doing here? You frown again, taking two steps to be able to hear better what is happening in that living room. None of them heard you coming in.

“Nothing ever happened while we were together, Dean” you hear Steph sigh.

“Still. She just waited for us to be over to shoot her shot?”

“Not at all. She doesn’t even say anything, I kind of pushed her to know about her breakup at Emily’s wedding and… Well, you don’t have to know everything, but I was the one figuring out alone her feelings for me. Then all clicks and it was like evidence”

There is a beam of silence, only broken by Calvin chewing with application one of Dean’s shoes. You let him do it with a cold satisfaction. You don’t like the way that man tries to make you pass for the one corrupting Steph in the wrong way.

In contrast, you love the way Steph doesn’t share everything with him. It belongs to you and her, not him.

“And just for the record, you were the one getting over it very quickly with that girl from your medical team”

“It wasn’t serious. She was just a rebound”

“You were talking with her when we were still together.”

You can easily picture Steph, her eyebrow arched, and her arms crossed on her chest.

“It was a mistake” he sighs. “I shouldn’t have done that. If I knew it would push you to end things between us, I wouldn’t even have looked at her.”

“She wasn’t the reason for our breakup. I mean maybe a small part of it, but it wasn’t the big deal. What I said at this point was valid and still is. I just don’t have any love feeling for you anymore”

Must be painful to hear, but at least you have to give credit to Steph for standing her ground and being clear with him. You empathise a little bit with him though, you will be destroyed if Steph ended things between you. Even if you never will talk to someone else like he did.

“Okay but what will you do when you will want to start a family? You won’t even be able to do it together”

Okay, we are now finished with empathy. Maybe now is the best time to make your appearance. You go for the door again, opening it without any discretion.

“Love, I'm home!” you shout happily while almost slamming the door.

You take off your shoes quickly without even untie the laces, petting Calvin’s head.

“Living room” you hear her answer.

Deciding to put it more in the show, you start to talk while you are still outside the room.

“Did you know that Hayl… Oh. Hi.”

Dean and Steph are both standing in the room, separated by at least two meters from each other. You look at the both of them, taking the situation. He seems upset and doesn’t answer anything, and you drag your gaze away from him when Steph talks.

“Hi Sweets. How was training?”

“Great”

You smile at her and hesitate to go for her, but when she raises her arm to invite you to hug her, you don’t hesitate. You pass your arms around her waist, kissing her cheek softly. You don’t want to push things too far either, you know she won’t like it.

You cringe a little at the silence coming after that, exchanging a glance with Steph. You want to know what the hell is this guy doing here, but you don’t really know how to ask that question.

“Dean informed me that he found some of my things in his boxes and wanted to give them back” Steph informs you.

You probably will be forever grateful at how much Steph knows you and seems to read into you. You just nod before turning your eyes toward him. He was already looking at you and you know that look perfectly. He seems to be jealous of your proximity, but you won’t move.

Maybe it’s a stupid thing to want to mark territory, but you don’t want him to pop randomly at Steph’s door, now that he knows where she lives. Anyway, you don’t take your hand off of your girlfriend’s back.

“Lucky you were home” you finally answer.

“I didn’t realise I needed to ask for approval to see my ex-fiancée” he growls.

“She lives here too, actually” Steph intervenes before you even can open your mouth “She has her words to say”

You use your better poker face at this, because you totally aren’t living here officially. Now that you are able to walk correctly you could probably go back to your home, but you never really left. Steph never asked you to do and never made you feel like you were too much here.

“I have to go” Dean finally says. “I have training”

You don’t move but Steph nods, saying goodbye too. You can’t hide the smile creeping on your face when you hear him grumbling when he finds his chewed shoe, Calvin now sleeping peacefully on his bed next to the couch.

You love that dog.

When the door is closed, you feel Steph take a deep breath and lean a little more against you. You realised how tense she was, but you are surprised by such a relief.

“Are you okay?” you ask quietly, kissing her temple.

“It was the first time I saw him since I left our home” she explains to you. “I told him I was seeing someone without saying your name, but he didn’t want to leave before knowing how you are. I’m sorry, I don’t think we will be able to hide our relationship for any longer”

“It’s not a problem for me” you shrug. “People have known that I love women since my teenage era. What about you, though?”

“I don’t know” she begins slowly. “I haven’t any problem with Kyra knowing it to be honest. But maybe I’ll need to talk about it to my family first”

“Okay. If you need me, just tell me, yeah?”

Stephs smile softly at you, and you kiss her for good this time. The kiss is soft and slow, and you feel her thumb stroking your cheek softly.

“So, what did Hayley do?”

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Later that day, you are looking at the ceiling, lost in your thoughts. Even if you tried all the rest of the day to forget about Dean and what he said, some things are dancing in your mind.

Did Steph and him talked about starting a family? And if it was the case, why does it bother you so much? They planned to get married; you shouldn’t be so disturbed with that. You know you are lucky to finally be with the girl of your dreams, but that strange feeling in the bottom of your stomach won’t go away.

You tried to distract yourself by cooking with Steph, playing some video games with her and telling her about your first training back since your injury, and it went pretty great to be honest.

But now with Steph under the shower and Calvin sleeping, you are alone with your thoughts.

“I was waiting for you to come with me”

Steph’s teasing voice makes you smile softly. You turn on your side to look at her when she enters the room, wearing a big shirt and probably panties, even if you can’t see them given the size of that shirt.

“You are the most beautiful girl in the world” you mumble.

Your smile grows wider when she rolls her eyes and makes one grimace of her own. You love her with her hair down.

“That’s true!”

“It’s not” she giggles while coming with you under the cover.

“Yes it is”

You let her have the time to lie on her back before you lay on her, sighing with ease. It’s your favourite spot in the world. You enjoy her stroke in your hair while she scrolls on her phone for several minutes, before starting to draw shapes on her hips with your fingertips.

“I can hear your brain boiling, Sweetheart” Steph finally says. “What’s going on?”

You bite your lips softly, looking for a way to approach things. Because she doesn’t know that you heard a big part of her conversation with Dean, and you don’t want to upset her. Your silence pushes her to try to guess what’s in your mind.

“Is it football related?” she asks first, and you shake your head no. “Is it about us?”

“Kinda” you hesitate. “I just…”

“Is it about something you heard earlier?”

Damn. You look at her, stunned, torn between guilt and amazement. You can see the ghost of a smile on her face and her eyes shining with fun.

“Do you think I really don’t know you?”

You roll your eyes with a smile, accepting the teasing easily. She doesn’t seem mad, and she waited for you to show something to talk about it. You really don’t deserve that girl.

“I didn’t want to intrude. I didn’t know it was him” you shrug.

“I knew it the second you passed the door” she smirks, making you smile too. “Plus, I don’t have anything to hide from you. What part of the discussion is playing with your head?”

Sitting on her hips, you pass a hand in your hair. You don’t know how to express yourself and how to tell her things. Once again, you don’t want to fight with her. But you promised each other early in your relationship that you will always discuss and talk about things, not to drag any misunderstandings along.

Steph waits patiently, looking softly at you while playing with the edge of your shirt. You finally decide to go straight to the point, it will be easier like this.

“When he talked about having a family. Is it something you discussed together?”

You try hard to fight against the pictures coming in your mind, focusing on your girlfriend’s pretty face.

“Not really” she frowns. “We were both into sport and I don’t think it was time for us to have this conversation. He was very traditional you know, first dating then living together, then engagement… One thing at time”

It does make sense actually. You nod softly, trying to process this information.

“But was it something you wanted?”

You watch her looking at you with a little bit of… angst maybe? That doesn’t seem good and just when you were going to tell her that you finally don’t want to know the answer to that question, she starts to talk again.

“No, not really. It’s very selfish but I wanted to finish my career before even thinking about it”

Oh. That wasn’t what you were expecting. It’s probably strange to feel a little relieved about it.

“It’s not selfish” you assure her with a smile, redrawing the features of her face with your fingers. “We, women, have to choose between sport or baby. It’s so stupid”

She nods softly, suddenly lost in her thoughts. It looks like things were exchanged because several minutes before you were the one thoughtful. Now you feel lighter than ever.

“What is it?” you ask, tilting your head on the side.

“What about you?”

“I was never serious enough in my relationships to even talk about it” you roll your eyes.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t want to have kid one day”

She has a point. You feel your cheek getting redder because to be honest, the idea of you and Steph with a little kiddo running with Calvin in a big garden is something you would love. Maybe even back in Australia, who knows.

“I do want kids, but not carelessly. I want to have time for them, all of that…”

“Okay” Steph smiles softly.

“And a great mummy to raise them with me” you add, winking at her.

“Okay” Steph says again, laughing this time.

“But not now, though”

“Not now”

Steph repeats your sentence before suddenly grabbing you by your hips to change your position, making you lie under her while she straddles you.

“We have something else to discuss first” she says.

“Oh, do we?”

“Yeah. What do I need to do for you to live officially here? Lose your keys? Burn your house?”

“You just have to ask” you laugh.

“In that case… Would you like to live here with me?”

“I’d love to”

She smiles at you with so much tenderness that you feel your heart almost burst with love. Taking her gently by the collar of her shirt, you drag her towards you to kiss her. She doesn’t wait any second to kiss you back, making you smile against her lips.

“You’re such a dork” you giggle shortly after.

“You love me, though” she answers, her head now on your shoulder.

“I do. You don’t know yet how much I do”

“I love you too.”

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scribblesofagoonerr · 9 months ago

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— mission: chaos fc

↪ muchly requested second part to the previous chapter. I had so much fun writing the first bit, so why not give you guys a second part?

ps. there'll be more parts to this... its' not over yet!

Lets' go with chaos fc!

Thank you thank you thank you to @alotofpockets for helping me with the different ideas and code names, so much to write the mayhem!

pairings: kim little x reader, kyra cooney cross x reader

summary: just 2 best friends being pests together, and enlisting the help of the young guns to help them out

"Yoo-hoo," You call out as you open the door to Kyra's hotel room and walk in, plonking yourself down on her bed as you end up hearing the tail-end conversation of her phone call with Viv.

Ultimately, you know you should try and stay out of trouble. After all, that's what you promised Leah, and you really should keep your promise.

However, you're a known troublemaker and well, wherever you go, trouble tends to follow.

It's only a matter of time...

"Yikes, Vivi sounds mad with you," You can't help but joke and whistle lowly, moving back to relax on the Australians' girls bed with your arms propped up on the pillows. "How bad was it?" You question, curiously.

"She lectured me for what felt like forever," Kyra huffs in protest and slumps back down onto her bed, "It's bad enough I already had an earful from Steph and Caitlin!" She whines.

You wince a bit as you feel bad for her having to deal with that, "Well, if it makes you feel any better I had to deal with a right telling off from Leah and you know she can be scary as hell sometimes," You mumble, shuddering slightly, "And shes' even threatened to ban me eating sweets for a month if she finds out I've got in any more trouble. Oh and there was talk about a leash as well,"

"Right, so no more pranks then?" Kyra slumps her shoulders down in realisation.

"Well, Kimmys' definitely gonna be keeping a closer on us now," You remark, knowing that your Captain will have a watchful eye on you both.

The older Australian nods in agreement, "Yeah, and Steph and Catilin as well probably," She notes.

"Yeah-- I know!" An idea pops into your head as you bolt up from where you're lounging about on her bed, "We'll come up with code names! That way, we can lay low and cause trouble and none of the girls will have a clue that we're talkin' about them!" You personally think the idea's great and you know full well it'll help in your cause to be choatic still.

"That's geinus!" Kyra exclaims, impressed with your ability to think quickly about it.

"Well, you know, I can be pretty smart at times," You remark, jokely pretending to flick your hair back. "Right, we'll be known as... Eagle 1 and Eagle 2," You declare.

"Eagle?" Kyra furrows her eyebrow, confused by where you'd gotten that idea from.

"Uh huh," You nod in agreement with the older girl. "Kimmy will be Tiny, because well, its' kinda self explanatory," You tell her.

Kyra snickers at you making fun of your Captains' height, "Okay. What about Steph and Caitlin?" She questions.

"Caitlin will be known as Veggie, because of Vegemite and Steph will be known as Floof," You begin to reel of the different names, "Alessia will be known as uh, butterfingers!"

"Because of how clumsy she always is?" Kyra smirks at your imaginative nickname for the blonde striker and you nod in agreement, "Alright, what about Katie?" She wonders.

"Leprechaun, because there little shits like she is-- I mean, we're like that too, but shes' Irish as well so it fits better!" You explain your thought process, shrugging your shoulders, "Emily will be known as Fox, like the animal," You state.

"Simple but effective," Kyra remarks, keeping track of the different code names you're coming up with, "Cloe and Frida?"

You tap your finger against your cheek, "Hm, Laces and Magnum, Cloe's last name is hard to pronounce and Magnums' close to Manuum," You delclare, finding the situation amusing to no end, "Oooh. Teyah will be prodigcy, because you know, that's what Katie keeps referring to her as, and Katherine will be umm, Kool-Aid, like the drink!"

"Kool-Aid?" Kyra smirks in amusement as you just confirm your idea with a stuble nod of your head, "Oh, what about Vic?"

"Pancake," You answer without a single thought, "Cos' shes' Dutch and there's a thing called Dutch pancakes-- Oooh, I really want one of them right now!" You stare into space, thinking about them and all you want is one right now.

"Y/N focus," Kyra snaps her fingers in front of your face, trying to get your attention.

You jolt and shake your head suddenly, "Huh-- What... What're we talkin' about again?" You wonder, getting lost in your thoughts about desert already.

"Code names," Kyra reminds you as she laughs, "We still need to figure out the ones' for the rest of them. "What about Sarah and Jonas?" She adds.

"Sarah will be baguette, because shes' french... and Jonas will be Thanos," You're very adamant about the latter, "Because hes' a villian," You hadn't taken the news of Vivs' depature from the club exactly too well and you low-key would like to fight him at some point.

"Still mad about it, huh?" Kyra winces, remembering your reaction to Viv leaving the club wasn't that great.

"Don't want to talk about it. It still hurts," Alongside Katie being the head of the Vivianne Miedema fan club, you were a close second. You were devestated when she played the game in a Arsenal shirt for the last time.

"Pst, Kyra," You whisper and lean over your seat to not to gently nudge the girl to get her attention without being caught out by Kim or the rest of the 'responsible' older girls.

You're currently on the coach on the way to Marvel stadium ahead of the open training session where the fans would have the opportunity to watch you train ahead of the game against the all stars team.

Ever since the phone conversation with Leah, you had definitely been under closer watch and the threats that the blonde made were still fresh in your head as a reminder, and you'll be damned if you miss out on eating sweet treats, best behaviour or not.

But nobody ever said it was fun to always be good and you definitely weren't.

"Yeah?" The older girl turns her head to look at you.

"I have an idea of who can be the next victim of our prank," You give her a coy smile as you nudge your head slightly, "I say we mess with Laces," You gesture to the older girl whos' happily minding her own business.

Kyra smirks at your decision, "What've you got in mind?" She wonders.

You can't help but grin as you lean over the seat and cover your hand over your mouth to whisper to her, "We can sneak into the locker rom ahead of the rest of them. We'll hide the shin pads," You whisper quietly into her ear.

"Perfect," Kyra grins in agreement with your idea to cause chaos once again.

"What're you pair whispering about?" Kim eyes' the two of you suspiciously, hesistant to have even allowed you to both sit near each other.

"Nothing!" Your both quick to respond, acting completley innocent in the situation at hand.

"Mhm, make sure it stays that way!" Kim is less reluctant to simply let that answer slide so she keeps a more thorough check on you.

When the coach pulls up at the stadium, your quick to try and make a break for it, but your Captain doesn't seem to think the same idea, "Not so fast. I want you where I can keep an eye on you," She states, knowingly.

"Kimmmm, seriously?" You whine in protest, but the tight grip that she has on your upper bicep makes it difficult for you to break free like youn want to do.

"Come on," Kim pulls you in the direction of the press conference that shes' got with Jonas and Steph, forcing you to sit on the side where she can keep an eye on you still, "Stay there, don't move," She warns, patting your head ever so pratronisingly before she heads off to join them on the stage.

You can't say you were too fond of being forced to sit there and listen to the journalists ask questions, especially when Steph was poking fun at you directly for your bad habits of wandering off and getting into trouble.

"This is boring," You mutter to yourself and slump down in the chair, while you kick your legs back and forth in annoyance at the situation you've found yourself in.

How long would it take for Kim to realise you'd got up and left?

Only one way to find out, you guess.

"Y/N!" Your names' barked loudly, causing you to freeze in your spot before you slowly spin around and try flash her an innocent smile, "Sit down!"

"Aw shucks," You mutter and flop back down in the seat, trying to ignore the stern look that Kims' giving you while laughter breaks out in the room from everyone else.

"Only our Y/N," Steph chimes in, amusedly.

You realise you're stuck now and you need to resort to desperate measures to ensure that the chaos still happens.

"Young Guns, your time has come!" You think to yourself as you pull your phone out of your pocket to enlist the help of the girls in the academy.

Y/N created the group: mission chaos fc 💥💣💀

y/n added kyra, mini viv and & mini katie & 4 others to the chat

y/n changed kyra's name to eagle 2 🦅🦅 y/n changed freya's name to godfather 😎 y/n changed maddie's' name to baddie 😅 y/n changed vivs' name to winger 🪽 y/n changed laila's name to ernie 🤪 y/n changed naomi's name to diver 🤿 y/n changed katie's name spencer 👀 y/n changed your name to eagle 1 🦅

eagle 1 🦅: young guns. i need your help! godfather 😎: uh... what's this? baddie 😅: why is my name baddie? winger 🪽: what's going on, y/n? ernie 🤪: i'm so lost. godfather 😎: heh, i actually kinda like mine... 😊 baddie 😅: speak for yourself 🙄 spencer 👀: why is my name spencer?👀 eagle 1 🦅: FOCUS YOUNG GUNS, I'M DEPENDING ON YOU!🫵🏼 diver 🤿: umm okay, i'm confused. ernie 🤪: yeah, your not the only one...🫠 winger 🪽: should i get one of the girls to come help you? spencer 👀: i think we should eagle 1 🦅: noooooooo! ⛔⛔⛔⛔ DO NOT GET ANY OF THE OLDER GIRLS!🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️ i've been kidnapped, this is the plan... spencer 👀: if you've been kidnapped then we definitely need to tell someone! eagle 1 🦅: nooooo its' fine i'm stuck with mother kimmy and she won't let me out of her sight for the forseeable! i'm enlisting your help to join in on mission chaos fc, your time has come! diver 🤿: we should be concerned, right? godfather 😎: yeah, yeah... i think so eagle 1 🦅: your mission whether you choose to accept is up to you. the challenge is simple, i need you to go and hide laces shin pads. don't ask questions tho. do you wish to accept your mission? baddie 😅: whos' laces? 😕 eagle 1 🦅: I SAID NO QUESTIONS ooh right yeah, i realise now... uh its' cloe lacasse, baddie 😅: i'm down! diver 🤿: sure, why not spencer 👀: seems a bit risky... i don't know winger 🪽: we'll help you, eagle 1 🫡 eagle 2 🦅🦅 has entered the chat... eagle 2 🦅🦅 : y/n where are you? i can't find you-- have you been taken to the dark side? eagle 1 🦅: code names, eagle 2... i've been kidnapped by mother kimmy, the young guns' are now enlisted to help you out. i've got to go, my captivator is heading this way. good luck, live long and propser! 🫡 baddie 😅 : we won't let you down, eagle 1! eagle 2 🦅🦅: so long, partner... 🥲

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #arsenal women x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #arsenal wfc x reader #kim little x reader #kyra cooney cross x reader #scribblesofagoonerr #chaos fc

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rabbitrah · 2 years ago

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I have a soft spot in my heart for food/drink that's stereotyped as being disgusting to people from outside the country/culture where it's traditionally consumed. I've recently grown to really enjoy vegemite and kimchi despite being told that I'd probably hate it since I didn't grow up with it. Recently I realized that the best US example is probably root beer. Anyway, as much as it's good fun to sometimes be like "ew gross!!!" about something enjoyed by other people, a lot of these foods have really interesting histories, ingredients, and even medical uses. Whether you like them or not, these foods have stories to tell. What's a food in your country/culture that's stereotyped as "gross" by outsiders? Because I want to give it a try 📝👀

#I don't eat meat but otherwise I'll genuinely try to track it down #and even if it is meat I still want to know what it is so I can read the wikipedia page and nod along happily #txt #food

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gilverrwrites · 10 months ago

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Hello could you please do some captain boomerang headcanon fluff, I don’t see enough of it on here.

AN: I can and I will. Good fluffy vibes only today, however, if you would like a reality check, please watch the video linked at the end.

Rating: General (however, wanting for swearing)

Please remember: Everything you're worried about, is going to turn out ok.

Ko-Fi || Masterlist || Request Info

He’s not much for texting, much prefers sending voice notes. These can range anywhere from simple good night/good morning notes, the longest, most pointless, probably drunken rambles, jokes he stole came up with, or professions of love.

When he texts, it’s always in 90s/early 00s style and full of emojis that don’t quite mean what he thinks they do.

Cn’t w8 2 c 👀 u 🫵l8r 👄❣️🪃 X 🌫️ Gud nite mu 🫥 u4e lol 😜 🩵🪃 xXx RUOK 4 d8 l8r??? 🌷💦 CUL ❤️‍🔥🪃 X

Has your name saved in his phone as the most ridiculous nickname you can think of, probably also with a bunch of emojis.

Dependant on your personality, petnames would include a few of the following: Darl’, darlin’, babs, babes, baby (pronounced bah-bee), sweets, hon, peachy, lovey, peanut, or doll.

Whatever your least favourite is, he will use the most cause he loves winding you up.

Swears at you, a lot. But its affectionate.

He’s not used to people doing things for him, so he is massively grateful when you do like menial domestic labour for him.

You sewed up the hole in my jacket? You’re THE best, I can’t believe you would do that for me. You did my laundry? WTF? You didn’t have to do that (he’s been wearing the same unwashed boxers for 2 weeks, someone had to) how can I ever repay you babes? You cooked for me? (It’s literally a pot-noodle) You’re an angel, I’m not welling up, shut it.

He’s really good at like, enhancing 'easy' food. He’ll add egg and chives and stuff to his packet noodles, makes the best cheese and vegemite toasty, knows just how much oil and extra cheese to add to a frozen pizza, and has mastered box mix cupcakes. His favourite is chocolate.

Uses a 5 in 1 shower gel, if and when he showers, and you cannot tell me he doesn’t blast lynx africa and/or paco rabanne 1 million so he smells woody and spicy.

However, if you have fancy smelly products of you’re own, he will use them. Gonna treat himself with a good scrub and some large helpings of your shampoo and conditioner (this one’s got multiple products for their hair, posho!)

Doesn’t matter if you use products intended for a specific skin/hair type, it’s getting used.

As a nice bonus he likes doing it cause it means your smell lingers on him when you’re not together.

Won’t admit it but he also really likes it if you burn candles and/or incense.

If you’re close enough in size, he will steal your clothes. Especially socks cause he is always wearing holes into his own.

Gets all gooey and excited when you wear his clothes, especially if you’re small enough that they look oversized, and are visibly his.

If you’re inclined to wear flowy summer dresses, he’ll go feral. Also, a big fan of linen shirts/blouses and short shorts.

When he’s dressed causal he lives in shorts and filp-flops, even in the midst of winter. Or if he’s not leaving the house he’ll just wear his boxer shorts.

Is gone for long periods of time (prison, hiding out etc) so is very clingy when you’re back together, and doesn’t really have boundaries.

Will walk in on you in the bath shower to use the toilet, or to just sit and talk to you. If you ask him nicely, he will wash your hair. Might not do a good job, but he will do it. Has his arms wrapped around your waist at all times while you’re trying to do chores or are out shopping. If he wakes before you (a rare occurrence) he will just lay on his side, watching you sleep. Might get impatient and attempt to subtly wake you by gently brushing your side or nose, or gently shaking your body.

Normally sleeps way into the day, and snores, loudly. Often wakes with a hangover. And will practically beg you to make him a bacon an egg.

Loves almost any and all brekkie food, bacon, egg, hash browns, pancakes, you name it.

Is not a cuddly sleeper. Like he can fall asleep cuddling, but he will start rolling around, splaying his arms out, kicking his legs. Huge bed hog.

Says his favourite films are action, gangster, or like bro style comedies. Think like: Road House, Indian Jones, Kill Bill, The Gentleman, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, The Hang Over.

If you put on a horror, drama, or rom com, he will not watch it with you.

But he will find things to do in the general vicinity. Or straight up do the dad thing of like standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. If he’s not sat with you, he’s technically not watching it.

So like, which one is actually her dad? They don’t tell you but the writ- No no no, don’t tell me, I’ll figure it out, Don’t go in the basement, there’s never anything good in the basement, oh she’s only bloody gone and went in the basement! But… Barbie doesn’t love Ken. I’m not cryin, I just got allergies, shut up an’ watch your dumb girly film.

Has a stolen tattoo gun,wants to get matching tattoos, has pro for everyone of your cons. Ideally, he just wants names/initials in hearts, but will settle for more symbolic tattoos. Like a boomerang to represent him for you, and something similar for you.

Keeping any gift you’ve ever given him for life.

I made you a friends ship braclet. Eh, ya know its not my normal kinda jewellery. You don’t ha- No, fuck off, I’m gonna wear it forever.

Would still love you if you were a worm. Hasn’t the foggiest what he would do with you. But he would love you.

Obviously gonna teach you how to use a boomerang. Even if you already know, he’s gonna show you the right way. Gotta make sure his bab is protected. (Don’t tell him that you find them impractical and are unlikely to ever use one when in need, he will sulk.)

Aforementioned video.

#captain boomerang x reader #captain boomerang imagine #captain boomerang hcs #digger harkness x reader #george digger harness x reader #gilverrwrites

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woso-lover234 · 8 months ago

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Ausenal x (teen) reader- interviews

"Would you rather play football barefoot or in boots five sizes too big?" Caitlin reads the question and puts the card behind the bowl.

"Barefoot" you mumble but the older girls hear you

"Of course she says barefoot" Kyra laughs

"Before training she always 'looses' her boots" Caitlin said adding bunny ears to looses "and when me, Steph and Kyra ask if she looked for them she goes 'nah it's ok I don't need them I'll train barefoot' and we always have a big argument which ends with Steph threatening to call mini before she finally storms off to get her boots" Caitlin says as the older Aussies laugh and shrink further into Caitlin's side as she rubs my shoulder "what about you?" She asks looking at Kyra hoping to take the attention off of me now

"Football boots five sizes too big" Kyra says and Caitlin gives a really look

"Really?" She asks shocked

"Yeah cause it hurts on your feet if you kick the ball" Kyra tries to explain her reasoning

"Yeah but I think you'll get used to it- you'll be tripping over yourself" you and kyra both laugh as Caitlin joins in before continuing "yeah but your feet get used to it. Like when your a kid and you run on concrete- she still does" Caitlin says pointing to you "and it's fine but now if you did it, it would be painful"

"What's your favourite arsenal chant?" Kyra asks looking at both players as Caitlin starts singing

"Kyra cooney cross, cross, cross or gimme, gimme, gimme the arsenals 33. A young Aussie player who runs the whole field-d!" she says looking down at you before ruffling your hair "hey what's your new one?" She asks Kyra "your new ones good" she says as you nod

"Sing it" Kyra encourages

"Yeah sing" you join in and Caitlin smiles at you releasing you've gained more confidence. With the team you and Kyra were menaces but you were a bit more reserved on camera knowing what the media was like.

"I don't know the start of it" she says "when she's on-" she gets cut off by Kyra singing the correct words and you singing it quieter

"There's nothing I'd rather do than watch our 32 Kyra coney cross oi"Caitlin joined in "no." Kyra said as they sang the wrong part

"Oi when she's on the ball she's magical Kyra cooney cross oi, oi, oi" she finished

"All of them are good. I like y/n/n's a lot too" Caitlin compliments

"Were you excited to have a song?" The producer asked you

"Yeah it's really cool that the fans came up with it" you said with more confidence as the two other players watched with the biggest proud mum smiles on their faces.

"They're all really catchy, aye. Like when I'm playing and they're singing them I catch myself singing them in my head as well. Singing along with them" Caitlin says

"Have you heard Caitlin's?" Kyra asks

"Go sing it" you encourage Caitlin

"You sing it" Caitlin said back to you while nudging your shoulder so you got pushed into Kyra

"No you sing it" Kyra says to Caitlin

"We'll all sing it together" Caitlin compromises as you all begin to laugh "do you guys even know it?" She asks the two girls who nod

"She's red" you and kyra begin singing start as Caitlin joins in "she's white. She loves the Vegemite, Caitlin Foord" they finish as Kyra and you laugh together again

"Who would win a game between 11 Caitlin foords against 6 Kyra coney crosses with 5 y/n y/l/n" you read out and point to Caitlin

"11 Caitlin Foords" Kyra says to back you up as you both laugh

"Our defending wouldn't be very good so it's probably whoever's attacking but you two together are a great team and I feel like it would be close" Caitlin said "I'll put myself in goals before them as well" she said as they laughed a bit more

"Apart from football which sport do you think you could beat each person at?" Kyra asks

"Rugby league against both of you but y/n/n would be way easier to beat because she's tiny and would get pushed around easier" Caitlin replies confidently and gives proof by nudging you in the shoulder and you fall into Kyra again before slapping her as they break out into laughs and then you join in. "I grew up watching it and I wanted to play" she shrugged

"Tennis for both of them" Kyra said and both the other two nodded

"Yeah" Caitlin nods

"That's why I'm always on her team when we randomly decide to play tennis on break because I get to do nothing while Kyra does it all and I watch the other team struggle" you say with a straight face as the other two laugh

"Yeah I used to play and I had to decide between tennis and football. So I pick tennis" Kyra finishes looking between the other two girls

"Handball" you say and the other two laugh "what? Is that not a professional sport?" She asks now looking at the producer who says it is and she nods triumphantly. "I used to play in school all the time and I'd always win" you smirked feeling proud of yourself

"Forever humble this one" Caitlin laughs bringing you into a headlock as you squirm away from her "joking I've seen you play and your good" she says to you which makes you light up

"Would you rather score a last minute winner or a hat trick?" Caitlin asks as both you and Kyra think for a bit

"A last minute winner" she decides with a nod

"Yeah i would agree" Caitlin says then they both turn to you to see what you think

"my last minute winner would earn me a hat trick" you said with a firm nod looking at the producers as Caitlin and Kyra laugh at how you'd basically dodged the question

"Is kyra and y/n's annoying little sister tag deserved? Why?" Kyra asked laughing as you joined in

"Yeah, everything like just annoying things like what your little sister would do like just walk up behind the change rooms and like grab me" she reached past you and grabbed the back of Kyra's neck to show what you guys apparently did "or like" she moved her hand to Kyra's shoulder and thought "I don't know" she finally said as you and Kyra burst out laughing as you leaned into Kyra

"You don't even know"

"You don't even have examples" you and Kyra said at the same time making you both laugh again

"I do but" Caitlin started but again couldn't think of reasons

"Everyone's very mature" Kyra said jokingly as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder "yeah, no I think we have a good mix on the team actually" she said as you nodded with a smile

"Favourite memory from this years World Cup?" You asked both the girls

"Beating Canada at amy park, best game" Kyra said

"That was good and obviously the penalty shootout. I think it's one that we'll never forget and I mean the rest of Australia aswell." Caitlin was beginning to go on a rant tilted your head back and poked your tongue out at Kyra who looked shocked for a second before she used the arm around your shoulder to shake you slightly "I think that penalty shootout had every high and low" Caitlin does the motions with her hands as you mock her with Kyra as she just smiles at your antics "umm and it was just about riding the wave and finally on our third chance we finished it off and got through so I think it was just a relief and finally coming over that hurdle of getting past the quarter final stage aswell it was just massive." You and Kyra had kinda zoned out by this point as you were just leaning into her side and listening slightly and Kyra was holding you up and doing the same "After the game when we'd see footage from the viewing sites and the crowds and people just going crazy I think, we never would've imagined to have that impact on the country so yeah I think that was probably the biggest surprise for us"

"Uhh it was an amazing experience and I agree with Caitlin like I'm surprised how big our crowds were and how many people were watching us on tv and im when we walked out the hotel on game days everyone was right there, watching us go on the bus and like now when you walked around the streets everyone knows who you are and before the World Cup that never would've happened" Kyra said as Caitlin nodded along

"It was nice seeing the change from a fan point of view too. Like knowing I went to your games when I was younger and there was around 20,000 people in the stands and now I get the opportunity to play in sold out stadiums it's really good to see how far the game is coming and im glad I was a small part in it" you said

"I think that and then just we go get coffee or hot chocolate" she said ruffling your hair as you whined slightly "and we're getting like papped do you know what I mean like we're just going to get coffee like there's nothing to see and that just never would've happened before the World Cup so it shows the impact it has like people don't want to just know us as footballers now they wanna know your personal life, they wanna know what your doing and that just wasn't there before" Caitlin said as they both now looked to you for your answer

"You talk to much I forgot what I was gonna say. Umm maybe the Canada game? No no no" you shook your head "the Ireland game was nice, physical but nice and my family made it and I've seen the edits about how much the fans loved it. It was the first game of the World Cup and my first game playing at a World Cup at senior level and we were the hosts and then there was Steph's penalty kick and it was just a nice day." You smiled

"You's weren't talking enough you were too busy mucking around, im talking for all of us" Caitlin said

"Keep it that way" Kyra said with a shake of her head as you nodded along with your partner in crime as Caitlin shook her head at you as you all began laughing

"Caitlin talk us through your tattoos, does Kyra have any?" Kyra read out "no I don't have any" she said with a shake of her head

"If she did she'd get my name, she told me so if I scored a goal at the Philippines game" you said enthusiastically as Kyra sighed

"Just had to bring it up, I promised her that if she got a goal during the Philippines game I would get her name tattooed somewhere for my first one" Kyra explained as you nodded

"And I did score!" You said shooting up from your previous position meant against Kyra "But I still haven't got my tattoo!" You grumbled turning to lean against Caitlin this time as she pushed your baby hairs off your forehead

"Ummm the one I have under here" she said moving the hand that was on your forehead towards the camera and bunching her sleeve slightly as you and Kyra watched with smiles on your faces "is my nans date of birth, who is still with us umm but we're just super close so little something there" she wrapped her arm back around you and pulled up her left sleeve to show to the camera "umm this one's my dog peach I just went to a really good tattoo artist and he was good at like portraits and stuff like that so I thought why not" she said as she then pointed to another one "this was my first one when I was 18 it's meant to be me and my sister um I originally wanted to get dresses and then our favourite colours" she said as she pulled her sleeve back down "and I asked her what her favourite colour was" she said as you nodded staring at her and waiting for the answer "and um she said brown so" you laughed and turned to Kyra as you both shared a look "had to change plans a little bit" she said as you and Kyra laughed again and you sat up as you knew what tattoo Caitlin was gonna show next. "Umm and then" she said lifting her left then right leg before turning on an angle to show the back of her right calf "this one on my calf I got when I was in Japan, it's just the globe with Australia and then yeah just travel and stuff like that" she said and pulled you back into her before grabbing her left arm again "and then I have one on the back of my arm here and it's just with two friends"

#woso imagine #matildas #caitlin foord #woso #woso fanfics #kyra cooney cross #arsenal wfc

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loch-n-ceol · 5 months ago

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Tf2 Head canons pt2

Demoman has a Scottish Terrier named Boyo who he treats like his son because Boyo is a very much a scaredy dog

Medic is allergic to animal fur to an extent, like it’s mild but he stays clear of cats, dogs, bears (except Heavy)

Spy looks like those small white wet soggy dogs after being in the rain or shower, Sniper has never let him live that down

Soldier is the biggest gentleman but in the dumbest way possible, like he holds automatic doors open for anyone he likes, especially Zhanna which leads to a kiss so that’s probably why Soldier holds automatic doors for Zhanna

Engineer has batrachophobia (fear of amphibians)

Pyro has tried burn a frog for Engineer, which Engineer had to tell Pyro that he can’t burn animals

Heavy got drunk on time and sung Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (I had to copy paste it from Wikipedia) in Russian once which managed to get Merasmus to not come one Halloween, Heavy has no memory of it even happening

Sniper has Vegemite in the kitchen cabinet, 2 mercs were sent to respawn after tasting it

When Scout was younger, he ate a whole flag to avoid the brother roughhousing

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 heavy #tf2 soldier #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 zhanna #tf2 headcanons #tf2 hcs

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prisiidon · 3 months ago

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YA'LL if you’re trying Vegemite put it on thin, not thick as it’s very strong! Probably go thinner even, esp with butter. If there's anyone that likes it thick you are to be feareD

#it's actually pretty aight if its like this!#australia #pri posts #tw food

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kommandonuovidiavoli · 2 months ago

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Hey, Irwin!

Sorry but I gotta ask, You think you share the same liking to stuff that Wally eats? Specifically.. Vegemite?

Anyways, Have a great day!💙

" My mate, probably it's Wally who has the same tastes as me!

We used to start our days at the old treehouse with Vegemite, milk and some bikkies! If there wasn't any Vegemite around, we would call a special mission to get some!

There was a time in '84 when adults tried to make it illegal for kids, and we had to fight HARD to keep our right to eat it! We managed to mobilise kids all around 'straya and even Sector Z helped with that! What a day... "

#irwin q&a #irwin stevens #adult au #tagged as knd #tagged as kids next door #this was before sector z disappeared of course

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ineedmydowntime · 1 year ago

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Ginyu Force Headcanons from ME

Ginyu

-Basically the group crazy uncle and instructor

-Even though this is more fanfiction-y, he's married to Keffyr because I personally see him as a guy who likes a wife/husband with an intimidating sense of fighting spirit.

-Does aerobics to stay in shape (some work outs are hilariously questionable, since these are space aerobic videos he watches, so there's a chance you'll see him dragging his rear in a circle to stay fit also Burter and Jeice secretly recorded him doing that once)

-He's always hiding candy in his armor, so if you were to security check him, expect little candies hidden in almost every nook and cranny of his armor.

Jeice

-He enjoys old school rock, like AC/DC, Def Leppard, etc

-His favorite foods are literally space equivalents of foods normally enjoyed in Australia, like Space Vegemite on toast

-He knows how to play electric guitar

-Hilariously enough, if he's not eating sweets or space Australian foods, he LOVES cheese, his favorite is Cheddar.

-He's really good friends with Burter and sees him as the closest thing to a brother, mainly because Burter always comforted him on his constant guilt of his younger sister who disappeared

-Speaking of which, Jeice's family was a dad, a mom, and two sisters, older one is Larkee, and younger one is Doola.

Burter

-Poor fella still has nightmares about his mom

-VERY very snake like, since he lacks a nose, he does what snakes do as an equivalent to sniffing the air, flicking his tongue

-He's really close with Jeice because he considers him better family than his own mother. So Jeice and Burter mutually portray each other as brothers

-Burter had a rival who's nearly as fast as him, her name is Kranola, he used to have a crush on her, but things went wrong when she mocked him.

-He eventually makes amends with Kranola the minute he revealed to her about his cruel mother, Kranola felt guilty as Hell once she found out.

Recoome

-Although not the brightest and made up of brute strength, he's actually kinda big hearted if friends are involved

-Having a rough day? He'll gladly invite you to go drinking with him, if you spew honesty from your drinking, he definitely won't judge.

-He prefers sweet alcoholic drinks, or just boozy sweets

-When he was little, he was ridiculed for practicing ballet, but he didn't care

-He's rarely judgmental... which is probably connected to him being a knucklehead

Guldo

-He's really smart

-Bully him, expect karma through pranks

-Capable of telepathy, but it has consequences. If he uses it too much, his thoughts will be unintentionally and telepathically red out loud to nearby people

-DON'T compare him to a frog, trust me, you'll regret it.

#ginyu #ginyu force #dragon ball z #dragonball #dragonball z #dragon ball #jeice #burter #Recoome #guldo #headcanon

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formulaes5 · 1 year ago

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love notes in the kitchen (say it all)

To my lovely thief, please stop eating my secret chocolate. Don’t even try to deny it, I know it’s you sweetheart. - xo Mark Five notes that Mark leaves for Sebastian, and one that Sebastian leaves for Mark.

☆ 3.2k, T, ao3 ☆

Seb woke slowly to the cold morning. He reached out in front of him instinctively, in search of Mark and the heat that his body usually provided, grumbling when he came up empty handed. He cracked open an eye, incredibly disappointed to find a disturbing lack of Mark in their bed. He rolled over to face the other side of the room on the off chance that he might find Mark over there. No such luck. As far as Seb was concerned, It was far too early in the morning for him to be leading a Markless existence. This wouldn’t do at all.

He rolled back over, just snuggling back into the duvet when he caught sight of a bright splash of colour on his bedside table. He reached out from the warmth of his duvet cocoon and grabbed the blue post-it note, wondering where it had come from.

Morning Sweetheart, Went for an early run while the weather’s still good. Please don’t be mad. Look, there’s coffee! - xo Mark

Well that wasn’t playing fair at all, Sebastian thought grumpily as he sipped at his coffee. He had sat up fully intending to sulk at being abandoned to the tender mercies of the cold morning, but Mark had managed to throw that completely out of sorts by being so effortlessly lovely. How was Seb meant to be mad at his boyfriend when he had left him a good morning note and a coffee in his favourite mug on his bedside table? Maybe he could take points off for the coffee being slightly lukewarm, that would show him.

Seb picked up the note again. Black ink scrawled lovingly over blue paper. He traced his finger over the sloping lines of Mark’s handwriting, stopping at xo Mark to move his fingers over the letters with extra care, feeling far more soppy than anyone should be at seven in the morning. How was Seb even meant to try and be mad at Mark when he left hugs and kisses on a fucking post-it note for him. How was he meant to play out the charade of grumpiness at his lovely, thoughtful boyfriend who knew which mug was his favourite and left him messages on sticky notes that he bought specifically in Seb’s favourite colour? Seb felt warm in his chest and he knew it had nothing to do with the way he had the duvet wrapped around him to shield himself from the biting cold.

Once it hit ten o’clock then Seb would accept that it was probably time to get up and go for a run – inside, on the treadmill, like any sane person would do in the freezing cold – but until then, maybe he could harass Mark into climbing back into bed with him for a bit when he got back. Then they could take a shower together and cuddle up on the couch to watch a documentary under one of the many blankets that could be found at Mark’s house, which was really Seb’s house as well in all but name.

Seb settled back in to wait for his boyfriend, deciding maybe he could forgive him just this once. The coffee wasn’t even that cold anyway.

Seb cast a furtive glance back in the direction of the living room where he had left Mark laid out on the couch with the dogs, quiet on his feet as he crept into the kitchen. He was a man on a mission, and he was determined to succeed.

He reached the pantry, managing to avoid raising the alarm by neatly sidestepping the squeaky floorboard where the wood met the tiles of the kitchen. He looked around for a minute, trying to find the red tin that had once been filled with biscuits, but now held something far more enticing. A prize worthy of the search.

Aha! Seb thought victoriously, spotting it tucked out of the way behind the rice and next to the vegemite. A rookie error on Mark’s part, clearly. He went to all the effort of hiding the damn thing, only to “hide it” directly next to his preferred toast spread. A lucky day for Seb. Last time he had spent an entire five minutes searching for it before he spotted it under the olive oil, which had been a much better hiding spot, or at least much better than this pathetic attempt. It was like he wasn’t even trying anymore.

He cracked open the tin, only to come face to face with another one of Mark’s special blue post-its stuck to the inside of the lid of the tin – the ones that he used exclusively to communicate with Seb – damn it, he’d been rumbled. Caught in the act. How Embarrassing.

To my lovely thief, please stop eating my secret chocolate. Don’t even try to deny it, I know it’s you sweetheart. - xo Mark

Seb snorted loudly, breaking off a piece of chocolate in defiance of Mark’s not at all threatening note. He whirled around at the sound of a throat clearing; Mark stood leaning against the counter, arms crossed, with what was clearly an attempt at a stern look plastered across his face. The effectiveness of the look was reduced somewhat by the spark of mischief in his eyes, and the smile threatening to break though his attempted scowl.

“Caught you,” Mark sing-songed smugly, “I knew it was you, little thief.”

Seb shoved the tin behind his back in a rush. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about liebling,” he said sweetly, batting his eyelashes innocently at Mark, who wasn’t even fooled for a hundredth of a second, but was no doubt amused by his antics.

“Sure you don’t Sebi, sure you don’t.”

“I am the pinnacle of innocence, I will have you know. I have never done anything wrong in my entire life, and that includes The Incident.”

He doesn’t say Multi 2-1, but they both know it’s what he means. Once upon a time a statement like that would have made Mark seethe with rage, but now it just makes him laugh and pounce at Seb, grabbing him in a bear hug and lifting him off the ground with a playful growl.

“Ah! Mark!” Seb shrieks, “Mark! No, put me down! I’m innocent!”

He shakes Seb around playfully, ignoring the clang of the tin as it hits the ground and peppering his face with kisses, “Stop.” kiss “Eating.” kiss “My.” kiss “Chocolate.” kiss.

Seb is giggling like a maniac, pretending to try and escape from Mark’s embrace as his feet finally touch back down to earth.

“Nope,” Mark crowed gleefully, arms still wrapped tightly around Seb’s waist, “I’ve kidnapped you as punishment for your crimes.”

He tilted his head, “My crimes?”

“Yep, grand theft cacao, that is,” Mark said sagely, “you know what the fine is for that, right Sebi?”

“... What?”

“One kiss, then I s’pose I can let you out on parole.”

“That’s a pretty steep charge Mark, but I think I can probably afford it.” Seb wrapped his arms back around Mark, one hand reaching up to cup the back of Mark’s head and pulling him down to meet in the middle in a soft kiss, sweet and slow.

Mark leaned into the kiss with a hum of appreciation, carding his fingers through Seb’s hair as he dipped his tongue into his mouth. His lips were soft and they tasted like stolen chocolate, and Mark found that he didn’t really mind at all.

Seb was having a quiet day at home. Mark had left in the morning to spend the day at the Porsche factory in Stuttgart, saying goodbye to a rather adorably drowsy Seb with a kiss on the forehead and an “I’ll see you tonight then sweetheart.” before shouldering his day pack and leaving the house for the airport, leaving Sebastian and the dogs to their own devices.

There wasn’t really anything interesting on the TV, just more early morning reruns of D-list sitcoms and morning talk shows that nobody really paid attention to anyway. Seb certainly wasn’t paying them any attention as he scrolled idly through his phone, looking over a recent text from Lewis about grabbing lunch with him and a cute picture of Roscoe wearing a hat. He looked over from where he was sat on the couch to the two dogs sat on their beds, raising his phone to snap a picture for Lewis, “No hats for Shadow and Simba :(”, he replied.

Seb checked his watch, realising with a start, that since Mark had left early that they probably hadn’t had breakfast yet, poor things.

He called them over and reached out to stroke their heads apologetically as they arrived, tails wagging, “Oh I’m very sorry boys, let's get you fed.”

Seb got up from the couch and walked over to the bin where they stored the dog food, encouraged by the big baleful eyes being shot at him by the two dogs. He stopped short of actually taking the lid off the bin when he saw the sticky note.

Sweetheart, do not let them trick you. I have fed the dogs. - xo Mark

“Nice try boys,” Seb said with a snort, “maybe next time.”

Seb slumped down in his driver's room at the track. Mark was never going to be able to attend the race in support of Seb, considering that the WEC season opener was on the same day as the formula one Chinese grand prix, leaving Seb to go on without him. It was only his third race wearing red yet, and even coming fresh off his win in Malaysia, Seb couldn’t deny that having Mark there with him would have been a great help. He wasn’t really upset with him, that would be ridiculous. He was just upset with the circumstances that had left him alone. He couldn’t be mad at Mark, not for doing his job; they were both adults with their own jobs, no matter how unconventional their jobs happened to be, and sometimes these things just happened. Right now he was just taking advantage of the relative privacy of his driver's room to have a good old fashioned sulk, mindful of Kimi on the other side of the thin wall separating their rooms. He could just sulk quietly.

He reached into his backpack with a dejected sigh, pulling his water bottle free and taking a drink in what he hoped was a generally pissy manner, not that anybody was around to see, but it made him feel better, and that was what counted.

Seb ran over the itinerary that the ever-helpful Britta had left for him on the table, really just the standard stuff. Media, media, something about actually driving the car, and then, shock of shocks, more media.

He reached into his bag, rummaging through his stuff in search of his phone. He pulled out Mark’s Porsche hoodie – happily lent to him by his boyfriend after the very minimum of eyelash batting. Mark was really just so easy in that regard, Seb thought happily – and put it on, reaching into the pocket to find his phone to send a text to Britta regarding scheduling.

There was something else in his pocket, he realised belatedly. He pulled his hand from the pocket, coming back with… A little blue paper heart? He didn’t remember leaving that there, maybe it was Marks? Hang on, he knew that blue! He unfolded the heart carefully, mindful not to tear what he was relatively sure was a note from Mark.

The note unfolded to reveal Mark’s trademark slanting scrawl.

Sebi, sorry I can’t be there to tell you this in person, but good luck out there this weekend sweetheart. Knock it out of the park for me. All my love. - xo Mark

Seb felt himself choke up a bit, the clear affection in the note compounding on Seb’s lack of sleep and his already emotional state to make him even more emotional. Mark was so effortlessly sweet, and it was just so unfair that he was all the way back home in England getting ready for the six hours of Silverstone and not here in China holding Seb in his arms, he thought to himself as he took a deep calming breath.

Stupid, thoughtful, lovely Mark and his stupid handsome face and little handwritten notes that still made Seb’s heart beat out of his chest like a schoolboy with a crush. Seb was going to kiss his face off when he got home, he decided resolutely. That’d show him. For now he had a race to focus on.

Mark woke with his alarm, shooting a hand out to his nightstand to silence it immediately, not really thinking that it would actually wake Seb – who could sleep through just about anything – but thinking it was better to be safe than sorry. Seb was snuggled up against him in an old, oversized Red Bull hoodie that theoretically belonged to Mark. He had his cheek pressed into Mark’s bare chest and an arm flung loosely over his waist, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. Mark resisted the urge to tuck a strand of hair behind Seb’s ear. He gently eased his way out from under Sebastian’s head, replacing his chest with his own pillow, trying his best not to wake him as he moved Seb’s head.

He went through the motions of getting ready, getting dressed and brushing his teeth before finally sitting down at the kitchen counter for a relaxed breakfast. He casually checked his phone, and nearly choked on his toast upon seeing an email from the airline he was flying with, informing him that his flight had been pushed forward by an hour. Mark cursed, mentally calculating that he would need to leave in about five minutes if he wanted to make his flight on time. So much for a relaxed breakfast. He started shoving toast into his mouth in an entirely undignified manner that would have had his mother slapping him upside the head if he tried it at her dining table.

He had been meant to wake Seb to say goodbye in around half an hour, but now knew that his plans would have to change dramatically. He dropped his plate into the dishwasher and did a quick double check of the contents of his bag before sprinting up the stairs and into his office, rummaging through his drawer until he found his special blue sticky notes and a pen. Walking at a more sedate pace into the bedroom, he stopped and thought for a moment as he leaned over the nightstand, uncapping his pen and watching the gentle rise and fall of Seb’s back. He took in the slight part between Seb’s pink lips and the fluttering of his eyelashes as he cuddled into Decoy Pillow Mark. He knew just what to write.

Hey there Sleeping Beauty, my flight got moved up an hour. I know I promised to wake you before I left, but you looked so gorgeous curled up in my hoodie I just couldn’t. I’ll call you when I get into the hotel. Sleep well. - xo Mark

Seb would probably be a bit salty when he woke to find Mark gone without even so much as a goodbye kiss, but sometimes he was just too cute for his own good.

It had been a big couple of weeks, Seb’s retirement finally having sunk in for the both of them. No more races for Seb, a minimum of public appearances, just Seb and Mark and their quiet little life in the English countryside, less than an hour down the road from Silverstone. Of course Mark would still make semi-regular appearances at races in his capacity as a pundit, but now it would be Seb accompanying him to races rather than the other way around, which felt a little surreal to Mark.

They were both home for the day, with no plans to do anything in particular. Seb was off somewhere in the garden, trying to encourage his tomatoes to grow, and Mark was wandering into the kitchen in search of a snack. He opened the pantry door and tried to make a decision. His eyes wandered over some oat bars and nuts, as well as assorted other relatively healthy snacks, before turning around and deciding to grab an apple from the bowl on the counter.

There was a tin on the counter that wasn’t normally there. His secret red tin that was about as secret as the Sun, which is to say not at all. He picked up the tin suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at the weight, or lack thereof. He never even had more than two squares a week, so there was no good reason for the tin to be empty, other than Seb striking again.

There was something small in the tin, clunking against the sides – probably another one of Seb’s IOU’s, he thought to himself bemusedly – whatever it was, he was still mentally preparing himself to come face to face with the disappointing reality of a tin devoid of his favourite chocolate. This time Seb was really going to get it.

He opened the tin, seeing no chocolate, only a square of blue paper folded neatly around whatever had made the noise. He grabbed the paper, recognising it as one of his own sticky notes that he used to leave Seb notes. It had a little bit of a weight to it, whatever it was.

Mark moved to unfold the note, prepared for a token or maybe even a small pebble that Seb had picked up on a walk and liked the look of. What he wasn’t expecting was a thin gold ring, which immediately bounced out of his hand and fell to the ground with what felt to Mark like a deafening series of chimes against the tiles of the kitchen floor.

He finished unfolding the note with shaky hands.

Hi Mark, I’m sorry for eating your not really that secret chocolate again, but you really need to find a better hiding spot for it. Marry me? - xoxoxoxo your Sebi

Mark bent down to pick up the ring. What the fuck?, he thought, what the actual entire fuck? He turned the ring over in his hands, noting a small engraving on the inside of the ring: Love You Forever. Mark might actually be going into shock. No fucking way had Sebastian just proposed to him through the romantic medium of eating all his goddamn chocolate (again) and leaving an engagement ring as an IOU.

Where the hell was Seb?

Seb, as it turned out, was stood nervously in the doorway, and was entirely unprepared for Mark to walk quickly towards him and lift him by the waist onto the kitchen counter, letting out a surprised little squeak as Mark muscled his way between Seb’s legs, cupping his cheek and kissing him passionately as he tangled a hand in his hair, still holding onto the ring. His ring. His engagement ring. His engagement ring from Seb. Seb who wanted to marry him.

They had discussed marriage briefly in the past, both agreeing that they would like to get married at some point, but not putting any kind of timeline in place. It seemed that Seb had decided that his retirement would be as good a time as any.

Mark parted from him with a gasp, not quite believing what was happening, “Yes, you bloody idiot, I’ll marry you. But only if you replace my goddamn chocolate.”

Seb just laughed. He laughed a bright and clear laugh, interrupted only when Mark leaned in and kissed him again. Just for good measure.

#sebmark #martian #f1 rpf #ao3 #my fics #rpf #fic: love notes in the kitchen (say it all)

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sannyo-appreciation-posts · 1 year ago

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Sannyo MMD models

[Here's her doing a cute pose. Interesting Lore, the amazing Touhou MMD creator "Vegemite-Flavored Indomie" posted this image to congratulate the silly amount of effort required for whoever cheated the 200 votes for Sannyo in the 2023 popularity poll.] (Check out their YouTube channel, they especially love Maribel and Renko)

Here's another image.

Here's one where the absolute touhou MMD legend MTB is using her.

She's absolutely adorable, very gap moe. Though it's hard to deny it's got some really strange choices with her coat and outfit. Mostly it's got her undershirt missing and her coat is tucked into her skirt like it's her main shirt.

Though it's a very cute model all the same, I'm wondering how it appears to be the only one I've seen since it gives me some "alternate outfit" energy. But it's really the only one I see.

But there have to be more out there. So, when taking into account my complete lack of knowledge on searching for MMD assets, I am performing the laziest Google image search I can manage. The reason being, that if my search is sufficiently lazy, it will be sufficiently clear I have very little idea what I'm even looking for.

Firstly, behold

They are seemingly holding a Sannyo presentation hostage on nicovideo. (This is of course, impossible. No one can truly hold Sannyo hostage, her awesomeness is uncontainable, shes just waiting because she's perfectly content where she is)

here's one on Bowlroll, (do they post models there, idk?)

Anyway, I guess in conclusion, there's a lot of cute Sannyo MMD resources out there. Maybe? Probably? I have no idea what I'm even looking for. I'm just aimlessly clicking on cute Sannyos.

Though none of them seem like an original version of the cute gap-moe one that I thought had a bit of "alternate outfit" energy, so maybe it actually was the main outfit. It definitely makes sense people would want to tuck in her coat so it doesn't clip through things

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nhaneh · 7 months ago

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Is there a food from your culture and/or upbringing that doesn't exist in xiv but you think your character would enjoy? Could it feasibly exist—in that xiv can only have a certain set of recipes and yours just happens not to feature—or is it made with a certain procedure or produce we haven't seen yet? Is it something commonly enjoyed or would they be the only one among their friends to eat it; ie. most people outside of Australia don't like Vegemite, for example?

Ah yes, our food crimes

Hmm... see I don't exactly have an encyclopedic knowledge of what foods have been shown to exist within XIV, so finding intersections between Does Not Exist in XIV, Does Exist in (South-) Scandinavian Food Culture, and Kea Would Likely Enjoy is a bit of a challenge. Especially since I've grown up in a fairly agricultural region while Kea's much more traditional Seeker.

Wikipedia tells me that Köttsoppa is a mainly scandinavian thing, so that probably applies - it has the added bonus of being one of the rare human foods that is greatly enjoyed by my real life cat whom Kea was partially inspired by. It wouldn't surprise me if there already exists XIV equivalents of it mind you - I mean it's basically just soup with meat and root vegetables, but I can see her liking that. I could even see it as something she'd have eaten growing up, as it could probably be made on game and forage.

Pretty sure I've seen shrimp and crayfish in-game, but I could easily see her being quite into that. Wouldn't surprise me if she'd have a liking to some kind of equivalent to pickled herring or the like too.

I kind of want to bring up Filmjölk (a kind of fermented milk) and Kalles Kaviar (salted roe spread) but I'm not sure whether she'd like either of them xD

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for-andies-eyes-only · 8 months ago

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to the freaking tall man with the shitty-as phone

i write this as i wait for a response i'll probably never get. that, or one i'll receive more than twelve hours past my last reply. either way, i know we're ending.

so let me end this chapter of me (and of you) well, where i think of you only in fondness.

you are (and i say this not in past tense, because you still are and will possibly always be) the best part of my hanoi trip. there would have been no better ending to my short, five-day stay but you.

i felt the want to know you because conversations with you on the yellow dating app were interesting. that you are from australia had me intrigued, but what drew me to you was that you were engaging, and that you'd send me photos of your own adventures. this was before we even met in person.

the day we met was a day i knew i'd be tired (and the you would be too). i'd be coming from a jam-packed adventure from ninh binh, and you'd be coming back from your own sapa trip. i would have understood it if you called it off that evening.

i would have also understood if you'd called it off when i showed up later than the time we'd agreed on. i had no plans of standing you up; circumstances just weren't in my favor that i came in half an hour late. but you were there, and i'm glad you stayed.

i knew that you were someone i could be comfortable with, because the hug you gave to welcome me put me at ease more than anything. you should know how horribly bad i felt when i came in shorts and a top, underdressed in contrast to your actual date get-up. you should also know that i didn't expect you to suggest us to meet somewhere so fancy.

the night went on with you telling me about your dogs, your family, you missing vegemite and me missing shapes biscuits. you promised to send me the green and purple ones, and though in vain, i would like to hold you to that.

i should tell you, by the way, that i don't usually drink, and that i barely ever smoke. if i did, i would use my friends' vape, but i would never huff a cigarette. funnily enough, you had such an effect on me, so much so that i put a cigarette in my mouth for the first time in my life. no, i do not regret doing it and if it were with you i might take one again.

you would probably be the only person i would let myself be led to a bar street by. (to be fair, it was me doing the leading; your shitty-as google phone did nothing to help us on this matter.)

these are the little things i'll remember you by. i'll remember you by the free tequila shots neither of us were expecting. i'll remember you by subtle touches—me on your knees and you on my back. i'll remember us laughing at the live singer's sullen set, and their valiant attempt to get though all of that.

i treated you to drinks (probably one of the only things i actually paid for). my birthday "libre", i mentioned. you were so close to paying, but i liked you enough to cover this one.

i find myself lucky that i can remember you through a candid photo—this is my favorite one of you—and a candid video of you being your adorably kind self and entertaining street dogs.

and i'll remember you "forgetting" how to get back to your hotel, when i knew that you knew where it was all along.

[scene, non-verbatim but close enough]

Y: we have to go back to solar sky bar. my hotel is near there. i just forgot where it was exactly.

M: i'd invite you to mine, but the bed's too small

Y: you can stay over mine if you'd want. do you want to?

M: do you want me to?

Y: if you want to.

M: do you want me to?

Y: yeah, sure

M: then okay :)

i don't know if we kissed first in the shower or on the bed. all i can remember is that the water temperature of the water was just right, and the you were the first to give in to a more intimate touch. (i asked for the soap bar; you decided to rub the soap bar on me.)

regardless of whether we kissed first in the shower or on the bed, what i was exceedingly aware of this: that i enjoyed kissing you. the first time my lips touched yours, i knew. it might be tied to the fact that i was also exceedingly attracted to you, but you gave me the best kisses by far.

i may have drank more than i usually would, but i was aware of everything that was happening that evening. i knew that you were about to take me raw, and i didn't stop you, despite my better senses, because i wanted it too.

you felt so good. i wasn't lying when i said that out loud to you.

and when you came, i honestly wanted more. unfortunately for me, you didn't have much to give.

[scene]

M: that's it?

Y: yeah, you need some time to recharge a dick

M: aww

(we said some other things i don't remember)

M: but you'll have sex with me tomorrow, right?

Y: yeah

you warned me that you sleep talk and that you don't like having dreams. that you need the tv playing softly in the background so that you could sleep peacefully. that there was this one time on school camp where you woke everyone up because you had been yelling in your sleep.

(forgive me for writing this in my recount. this was important to you, and was part of what made me fall harder than i probably should have.)

you mentioned your step-father's sudden passing. how it happened on march 30th the previous year. how you'd known, after hearing of a nearby accident, that it was him. and how you'd gone to the hospital immediately after that, without first confirming who exactly was involved in the accident. because you knew. and that you had to tell you sister about this despite it being her birthday then.

you mentioned your mum multiple times. you were in a disagreement with her then, but i'm glad that it seems resolved now. if i didn't already like you for your personality, i liked you more because you love your mum.

you mentioned also that you were given a backpack by your mum's friend (whose name i have honestly forgotten), and that you were carrying it with you on your two-month adventure.

i learnt so much about you in a single evening, and i wouldn't mind learning more.

when i think of the images i would have liked to have physically captured of you, so that i didn't have to conjure up a memory, i think back to our 5am.

i am also a restless sleeper, especially when i'm not on my own bed. i tried not to wake you, but i think i had woken you up each time i moved. i'm lucky though, that you woke up, because i was able to see the most adorable picture of you:

you, lying on your side with the blankets halfway up your chest

me, at the bathroom doorway, looking at you

you, groggy with half-closed eyes and a small smile, giving my a thumbs-up

me, retreating into the bathroom with nothing but glee

if i could replay those couple of seconds again and again, without your face ever fading, i would.

when i asked for sex in the morning, i expected something at 8am. i didn't expect our round two right when i came back to the bed from the bathroom.

(but who am i to complain; it was a good morning for me, and hopefully for you too)

who the heck cared exactly that it was the wee hours of the morning, that we were at the floor right above the lobby, and that you were making me scream as though there was no tomorrow.

i surely didn't. you didn't seem to mind too.

i mentioned that i don't usually sleep well when i'm not on my bed. after this, i slept quite well. thank you.

we woke up at a normal time following that. you suggested the night before that we go to this place near the lake so that we could get cake. i honestly just wanted to spend more time with you before i flew back home.

before we left, you gave me a round three (good morning to me, indeed). i wanted to ask for it, but i was hesitant to. lucky for me, i didn't have to.

and lucky for you too, i suppose. i made you come thrice in eight hours.

you were so good to me, all the times. i hope that i was good for you, too. i couldn't put my legs on your shoulders, you freaking tall man, but you made it work so that it felt good for both of us.

i'd forgotten where we went for breakfast, but i was a nice place. it had a nice view. i had wonderful company. but we forgot the cake—the thing we were there for to begin with.

at this point, i wasn't sure if i was fun to be around. i knew i was quieter than the night before, and that you had to do all the talking. you were a great sport about it though!

(at this point, i also wanted to hold your hand, but i wasn't sure if you'd let me or if you'd change your mind about hanging out with me if i did that.)

we ended up going back to my hotel for me to get changed and fix my stuff.

[scene]

[you see my condom pack]

Y: came prepared have we?

M: yeah, but we didn't use them, did we?

Y: you're on the pill though aren't you?

M: how'd you know

Y: you didn't ask me to put one on. that's on me too though

some people talk of post-nut clarity. at some point in me fixing up my stuff and getting myself ready for the rest of the day and my early-morning flight later on, i thought that it would hit you and that you'd end up bailing on hanging out with me that day.

i was wrong to think that. i apologize.

i felt so giddy when i saw you waiting for me outside my hotel. i felt giddy when my hotel receptionist told me that you'd already asked her where we could go to buy souvenirs. i felt giddy when you looked me up and down and told me i looked nice.

(and when we left to find the souvenir street, i wanted to hold your hand again. i regret that i didn't.)

i am thankful that you spent the whole day with me. you carried my bag of souvenirs. you haggled prices for me to take advantage of too. you made my last day fun.

i'll let you in on a secret: i was supposed to meet some other guy that afternoon. i thank the universe that his schedule did not align with mine, and that i did not have to leave you. it would have probably added to my regrets if i did.

i appreciate that we had so much to talk about aside from australia, our travels, and our families (and mind you, that is already a lot). i may not play kingdom hearts, but i know demon slayer. hopefully you've caught up, and hopefully you'll watch the other anime i recommended for you.

maybe the day wasn't how you expected it to go, because you suddenly suggested getting a tattoo. you with your thigh tattoo and your southern cross on your torso (i don't count this, by the way). me with my whole floral collection. i'm sure you knew i was down.

alas, the impromptu tattoo plan did not happen. maybe it was for the best, because that would have been another two hours of me not touching you.

[scene, lunchtime]

Y: i'm tired from last night

M: yeah, the tequila killed me too

Y: it wasn't the tequila

M: the walking tired me out too

Y: it wasn't the walk

and all i could do was smile

[scene, still lunchtime]

the conversation somehow gets to the topic of my piercing, the one hidden from sight

M: do you want to see it again?

Y: yeah, maybe later

M: good

maybe this was a good time to hold you hand, because you were walking a bit too fast. again, i regret not doing it earlier.

when we got to your hotel, you mentioned taking a quick shower. i wanted to check how in the mood you were to fuck me again. "with me, or without me?" i asked, even when i knew what the answer was.

"you can come join me."

so of course i did. i'm sure you knew i would. not on the hair though, because i hated your hotel shampoo.

the fourth time was my favorite. if you would ask me, i would tell you honestly.

it starts with me in front of the bathroom mirror, wrapped in a towel, drying out my hair. it continues with you coming in and standing behind me. you called me beautiful, and i was so taken aback that i didn't have it in me to say thank you. instead, to be cheeky, i said, "i know."

i had no time to melt at your antics, because the next thing i knew was that i was being pulled by you, your arm around my waist, to the bed. never in my life had i felt more wanted than in that moment.

you asked me to ride, but this pillow princess doesn't usually do that. so i asked you to open me up a bit. of course you did.

and then i rode, because you told me it was my turn. at least for the first minute of me being on top, i did.

i forget what exactly you said next, but it went along the lines of you not wanting to move because you'd get overwhelmed too quickly. lo and behold, you ended up taking over.

and you did it so well that i could think of nothing but to bite you at your collarbone—twice (i had to leave my mark). and you did it so well that i couldn't stop myself from telling you, "inside," beyond my better judgement.

you are my favorite, by far. even my better judgement won't deny that.

i don't know when it happened but my nipple piercing got undone. it was a nice thing to have, aesthetically. i don't need it now though, especially if not having it allowed you be rougher with me.

we went to the museum afterwards and met up with your friend. i'm not sure who found it more awkward—me or him—because it may have seemed like he was third-wheeling our date. in another person's point of view, maybe he was.

i again wanted to hold your hand, but i stopped myself because he was there.

i'm glad i got photos of you here, because they would remind me that you actually existed. that the day and a night i spent with you were real.

we ended up going to a bar with shit drinks. again, i don't normally drink, but i would if i liked the company.

at this point, you're bound to know that i already liked you. again, more than i should have liked you.

so i drank again, despite my flight being only hours away. i drank more than my usual, again, because your extroverted ass makes friends too easily. we had shots from the american couple we met, and from the vietnamese staff in the bar. the best part was that we didn't have to pay for any of these.

i was inebriated enough to had wanted to kiss you in the bar, but i had enough of my senses not to do so, even when you spoke words that made me want to pounce on you.

[scene]

New Friend: i heard that filipinos are really welcoming and really beautiful.

M: i won't deny that. we are quite nice.

Y, looking at me: i think they're gorgeous

we left the bar with enough time. i was going to force you out if you stayed a minute longer.

[scene, walking back to your place]

Y: i'm going to cross the street now

M: you are? what about me?

Y: hold my hand then

finally, it happened.

did i expect you to kiss the back of my hand right after you held it? no.

did i expect myself to kiss you right on the lips after you did that? no.

would i do it again, the exact same way? absolutely yes.

we'd be put in jail in that country for what i did, you joked. that's fine by me. i liked kissing you.

[scene, waiting for banh mi]

M: you were always sitting so far away

Y: see, sometimes i'm a bit dumb and i don't really get the cues when they're there

M: what made you figure it out

Y: when you asked me to sit closer in the bar

you took your sweet-as time giving my my goodbye fuck when we finally returned to your hotel. but you gave it to me twice before i left, so who exactly am i to complain.

the fifth time, i finally saw your face when you came. i loved that i made that happen. well, to be fair, you did most of it.

what i remember the most about the fifth time is that i let you mark me. the full access to my neck was deliberate. still, i was surprised with how many marks i had, and how big some of them were. "it's revenge from earlier," you'd tell me later, right before i leave.

that was also the second time you did it inside.

i honestly thought that was it for our sex. i was fine cuddling until i had to go. i was fine just kissing you. it would have been perfectly fine if you didn't have enough left for another round.

but maybe i thought i could tease you one more time.

"you know what the easiest way to turn me on is?" i asked. of course, you asked me what it was. "it's kissing my back."

and of course, that's what you did.

and when you turned me over to lay on my front, i knew what was coming. i was excited for it even. i may not be the best at doggie style—you had to give up on my on this, i'm sorry—but this, i could handle. this, i enjoyed. you, up against my back, giving me all you could milk out of yourself, was the best sendoff i could have received.

the back tattoo would have looked sexy on me, you mentioned after my failed attempt to get one earlier that day. i agree. when i finally get one i hope you would see it, and that you would see it while taking me from behind like you did on our sixth and final time.

thank you for also finding me a joy to hang out with. i know the day wasn't as adventurous as you probably would have liked it to be, but thank you for spending it with me. (to be fair, this, on my schedule, was a rest day. and to be fair, you weren't going by a schedule.)

i am not one for words of confirmation, but i am one for words of affirmation. "i wouldn't have done it five times with someone i just met if i didn't like spending time with you." this, from you, right before the final one, was all i needed to hear.

when we got dressed, i'm sure you knew that i didn't want to leave. i sat on your lap and kissed you the way i wanted to when we were at the bar. i gave you everything i could give because, though you mentioned a bali trip in august or the possibility of exploring the philippine islands, i knew that the likeliness of those happening were close to zero. as much as i am still hoping to see you again, i know that the universe was already too kind to have given me twenty-four straight hours with you.

so this is goodbye.

i will hold you dear to my memories.

i wish you dreamless nights, or that if you dream, they will be pleasant. i wish your mum and your sister better days to come. i wish for peace for you and your family.

i wish for more adventures for you. i wish that you take every opportunity to explore the world and meet amazing people. i wish that your jolly, golden retriever energy never dies out.

for me, i wish that i could spend another day with you again. it may be futile, but i'll hold on to a message from you, telling me that you're in the same city. i want to look forward to seeing your new place in cairns, but i'm stopping myself from doing so.

i will hold on to the way you held my hand and the way i kissed you while waiting for my ride back to my hotel. i will hold on to the snorlax plushie you told me to use as a pillow on my travel back. and i will hold on to the final three kisses (kisses—not pecks) you gave me before sending me off.

thank you, for bending down to my height to kiss me. i was ready to stand on my tippy toes if you were being stubborn again.

you are, and you will be, the highlight of my vietnam 2024 trip.

(hanoi, 2024)

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