#while others with the same MIs feel the opposite

[fear-is-truth]

BEING IN A POLY RELATIONSHIP WITH THANOS & NAM-GYU l headcanons

pairing — thanos x reader x nam-gyu warnings — (mild) s2 spoilers. smut author’s note — i wrote some corny lyrics for this lol

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thanos recruited you into his “team” because of his attraction to you. the rapper didn’t try to hide that he found you hot, and he made sure you knew it, throwing compliments your way. his flirting was over-the-top and shameless. he’d call you “senorita” or “babe” in a sing-song voice, leaning in close to make sure you couldn’t ignore him. his favourite move was to serenade you with cheesy raps that made everyone cringe.

one day, thanos sidles up to you, a wide, cocky-ass smirk plastered on his face. he’s got his hands on his hips, like he’s about to drop the hottest bars in the universe. “yo, senorita,” he starts, “you’re the queen of my world, can’t you see? ain’t no one gonna take my throne, you and me, together, baby, we’re destiny!” while nam-gyu, in the background, is rolling his eyes so hard he could probably see the back of his skull. but thanos keeps going, totally into it, “baby, we can rule the game, you and i, got them all thinking i’m the reason they’ll die. you’ll be my queen, i’ll be your king, together we’ll make this whole thing sing!” it’s a miracle you don’t combust from secondhand embarrassment.

nam-gyu, as thanos’s second-in-command, was pissed from the start. in the beginning, it seemed like he was just territorial—angry that you were disrupting the group dynamic. he’d throw side comments like, “oh, great, now we’ve got a distraction,” and give you cold, assessing looks. his irritation was obvious, especially when thanos started giving you preferential treatment, like sitting beside you during meals or casually throwing an arm over your shoulder during group talks.

he tried to act more “mature” than thanos (spoiler: he wasn’t). his idea of flirting was to act tough, which mostly involved bullying weaker players to look impressive. it was like watching a middle schooler try to flex for their crush. in reality, he just looks like an asshole, and you feel annoyed by his attempts to bully someone into submission to show off. he catches your disapproving glare and immediately tries to backtrack, but it just makes it worse.

thanos wasn’t subtle about his future plans for you. “after we win this thing, you’re coming with me,” he promised you confidently. “i’ll make you my official girl. the fans will eat it up—thanos and his queen.” he didn’t ask if you wanted that, just assumed you’d go along with it lol. nam-gyu, on the other hand, played dirtier. when thanos wasn’t around, he tried to plant seeds of doubt in your mind, leaning in to whisper confidentially. “he’s a scumbag, you know. all talk, no loyalty. don’t let him fool you,”

during meals, both of them insisted on sitting next to you, even if it meant practically wrestling each other to the ground. there were no tables, just groups eating near the bunk beds or stairs leading up to them, and you always ended up sandwiched between the two guys. thanos would slouch with his arm around your shoulders, smirking at anyone who looked your way. nam-gyu would mutter snide comments under his breath, low enough for you to hear, but not enough for thanos to notice.

then came the game “mingle,” where the players had to group up based on a random number announced over the PA system. when the voice said “two,” both thanos and nam-gyu grabbed your arm at the same time. “she’s going with me,” thanos barked, pulling you toward him. “what the fuck about me?” nam-gyu shot back, tugging you in the opposite direction. if it hadn’t been for se-mi, who quickly pulled you into a room with her (the two boys found a room next to you), the four of you would’ve fucking died.

the tension escalated at night. at first, both of them insisted on sleeping next to your bunk bed. but as time went on, they started fighting over who got to sleep in your bed. it started as bickering—“move, she doesn’t want you here,” nam-gyu would snap, trying to shove thanos aside. “speak for yourself, bro,” thanos would shoot back, climbing up anyway. it’s like a power struggle between two self-proclaimed alpha males, but it’s over you, which just feels awkward. each one tries to subtly imply their superiority by making the argument about who has the better “qualifications” to be your bunkmate. eventually, the rivalry reached its peak when they both tried to squeeze into your bed at the same time. you ended up stuck between them, neither willing to back down, and neither particularly caring how uncomfortable it made you.

despite the rivalry, the situation eventually settles into some sort of… equilibrium. neither thanos nor nam-gyu backed down completely, but they seemed to reach an unspoken agreement. the two of them started “sharing” you, like some fucked up custody arrangement.

you start to realise that maybe—just maybe—this unholy triangle might not be such a bad thing after all. meal time turned into a prelude for something else entirely. when everyone was distracted, one of them would catch your eye, silently signaling for you to follow. you’d find yourself slipping away to meet them in the bathroom stall.

thanos is all energy, and unable to shut up—being balls deep inside you, his dirty talk came easily, an endless stream of words that tumbled out in rapid succession, that had you equal parts flustered and irritated. especially with how careless he was. you’d have to kiss him just to silence him, pressing your lips to his until his words were replaced by muffled groans. whenever you grabbed his hair, his reaction was instant—a breathy whimper that only seemed to spur him on more. but almost as quickly as the sound left his lips, he was smirking, leaning in to tease you. “don’t mess it up, baby,” he’d warn, his voice playful yet smug. “this shit cost a lot to style.”

nam-gyu, in contrast, was rougher and far less interested in theatrics. he wasn’t one for words—far too focused to waste time on anything unnecessary. he had you pinned firmly against the partition wall, the cool surface digging into your back as beads of perspiration formed along his brow. the thin structure trembled violently under the sheer force of his movements, creaking with every thrust as though it might give way at any second. the silence between you was broken only by a few curses and grunts that escaped him.

[pinksugarberries]

Random se-mi hcs (no game au)

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SFW

she likes listening to chase alantic to give her a ego boost after something really embarrassing happens or she breaks up with someone

she owns over 30 hoodies and justifies it as “i just run cold…! why are you judging me?”

she owns a nintendo and plays animal crossing (her favorite character is coco or wolfgang) i feel like she has a toxic relationship with fortnite (im NOT projecting..) like she hates it but she just continues to go back. “one more game”

if she’d ever play stardew valley, she would marry abigail (IFYKYK)

she likes plants and flowers and her favorite flower is a hyacinth

whenever some makes her mad secretly, in the middle of the night will boot up sims, make a sim that looks like the person and kill them. (she prefers drowning BUT lighting fires is also a good choice)

she HATES the people who uses the strawberry poundcake body mist excessively. it makes her get a headache and her nose gets all tingly

she likes cooking but she’s impatient and bluntly sucks at it. if she’s cooking at someone’s house they would probably say “what is burning?”

romantic but sucks at being romantic, please help this girl :(

gets her nails painted, or she does them herself. she really likes burgundy and black so she would do those colors :-)

she owns over 10 chokers that look the same but are for different occasions

ok the time you FREAKS have been waiting for

smokes, but only when she’s stressed

NSFW

definitely talks you through it, but more degrading words than anything.

remember that tongue piercing that i said he has in my last blog? yeah, she uses that to arouse you even more whine she’s EATING you out.

slurps ever single drop of cum after she’s done

adores your tits, and also convinced you to get pierced, now they are even more sensitive for her to play and fondle with while you’re fucking her brains out, or the opposite, while she has her strap on, she loves to see them bounce around, usually letting you get on top of her.

when she’s doming, she is mostly gentle, but she will continue to get rougher and rougher. if she hasn’t made you a crying, whimpering, and shaking mess than she hasn’t done her job correctly.

her favorite position is definitely doggystyle or missionary while she’s doming you

she LOVES shower sex. like completely adores it.

she definitely owns a 8 inch black strap and dicks you DOWNNNNN with it. can’t prove me other wise…

now while your doming HER, she could be a blushing, squirming mess,

you’re even more of a brat while your doming her and it pisses her off SO much…

you grab her choker while your rubbing your clit against hers

while you’re eating your DELICIOUS meal (her punani) you occasionally stick a few fingers in, 4 max and it makes her go INSANE. makes her cum instantly all over your face

when she’s giving you the MEANEST most DEEP backshots, she likes to pull your hair and smack your ass. a little too much but it’s ok because it’s se-mi :-)

[stellaaarree]

some atsv characters with a reader that dresses bimbo, w/ the makeup and nails ect :)

MIGUEL

instantly your gonna get called “diva”.

loves the opposites looks though

he pays for all your expensive mini skirts.

insert miguel’s shocked face. “mi amor?! this skirt is the size of a belt! £35 for a piece of stripped fabric?? dios mío.” he groans, swiping his card at the register.

will just lean in the door way watching you do your makeup. loves it nowhere near as much as your natural face but if you’re happy hes ecstatic (secretly. we all know he has to keep the badass exterior.)

occasionally pulls your skirt down a little so it’s covering more. that place is only for him to see >:(!

sugar daddy vibes. dropping you off at the nail salon and picking you up all fancy with your starbucks order in hand😚😚

MILES

is way too scared to touch you in fear of messing up your pretty hair or makeup.

ADORES EVERYTHING.

something about you getting cold in your skimpy pink outfit and his black hoodie is going over your shoulder gets him giggling. everyone knows it’d have to be his.

asks his parents for money so he can pay for your nails😭😭

you assure him that he doesn’t have to pay and when he’s not allowed money he’s the one that swipes your card so it looks like its his. delusional king.

will 100% have your starbucks order memorised and when he hears you say for the first time just pauses with a “…how did you say all of that in the span of ten seconds?..”

brags 100%. if he has his other friends round his place and you’ve left one of your bright pink shirts there will go, “oh! sorry guys don’t mind the pink shirt over there.” knowing damn well he doesn’t wear pink..nor baby tees.

GWEN

you’re the reason she dyed the ends of her hair pink. always has a bit of your sweetness around🫶🏻

shopping sprees!!! then after y’all go to mcdonalds and she’s tucking napkins over your shirt so the sauce doesn’t ruin it.

feeding you fries so your lipstick doesn’t smudge.

genuinely just loves to be up close with you.

she’s taking out your perfectly clipped and bumped up hair at the end of the day. being oh so gentle as your head falls asleep by her shoulder.

when you go to her place she empties out all the things she feels you’d like from her closet and now you have your own drawer. spare makeup, hair clips, a mini straightener and her brightly coloured hoodies and jumpers.

y’all share socks. shut up its cute!!!!!!!

she’s got ones with stars scattered on them and you’ve got hearts on yours.

HOBIE

as we’ve noted, he doesn’t believe in consistency so the stark contrast between you two is adorable.

always holding your hand, thumb going over the 3d details on your nails.or he’s straight up staring at the glittery gloss as you talk while making hand gestures.

‘darlin’ and doll’ are now your new names.

you give him hair inspo and he gives you hair inspo😭😭

has a special pink guitar pic that he uses when you’re around!!!!

absolutely enamoured with your nails, you know the questions coming. the dreaded question.

when y’all are comfy, cuddling he speaks the dreaded moment. “doll, …how’d you wipe your arse with those.” and the cute moment is ruined. you obviously where not gonna share your struggles so you hit him back with the “girls don’t poop, idiot.”

PETER B PARKER

when you babysit mayday she always comes back with painted nails + toes. peter always having the same question. “how’d you get her to stay still for that long?!” with a smile you reply. “she makes exceptions for her favourite.”

if you guys are eating and sauce or something gets on your painted lips, he doesn’t even mention it. just straight away wiping it off and going back to the conversation at hand.

is the main funder for your clothes.

miguel and him fight over it all the time. miguel’s usual comeback “spoil your own kid! this ones mine!” and peter rolling his eyes.

peters the kinda guy to fund your usual things. his price range going from £5 - £25. as it happens more oftens.

miguels on the other hand. £35 - £200. and it obviously is a rare occasion.

to give extra thanks to peter you’d kiss his cheek. leaving a pink kiss stain behind and him proudly showing it off.

obsessed with the style. he’s a pretty chill guy so when asking you to come down to the store with him and you walk out in full glam, plans change. “yeah, no, we’re going to dinner instead. cmon pretty.” there was no option that was an order😭

you guys ended up stealing the pink coasters at the restaurant.

BONUS!! you’re maydays personal stylist. nails, done, hair? done, needing an outfit? done. and she sits still and pretty the whole time. completely shocking everyone else how you’ve kept her quiet. she just focuses on your pretty glittered eyelids as your big fluffy lashes bat at her sweetly🫶🏻🫶🏻

you after atsv spoils you rotten😭😭

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Stay Close

Slight yandere Dan Heng x reader

warnings: a bit of awkwardness? Slight fluff

Yandere Dan Heng using his Lunae form to keep a "dragon lover" reader close to him. You being from a world they're nonexistent to now seeing one that shouldn't be possible when you joined the express.

Like a moth drawn to a flame the first time you saw it you were beyond fascinated to the point everyone could tell. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to question him about it feeling it would be disrespectful since he seems so avoidant of talking about it after just a few questions you tried to ask him.

That also lead you to feel unbelievably awkward around him for a while since you've already talked about your love of dragons to the express... If you knew then you would have never said a word. How were you supposed to know there was a draconic type of human??

That lead you to research in the archives a lot to make sure there isn't anything else you should know about before it was too late.

With time things got back to normal and you started to drift away from Dan Heng. He's a guy who likes his space. Why bother him when you have Trailblazer and March to bother? Plus you're pretty sure you learned everything you wanted to know by then and your visits became less and less often.

Little did you know at that point Dan Heng didn't really like that. He grew rather used to your previous frequent presence in the archives.

What he really didn't like is when you got separated on visiting another planet. That alone wouldn't have been so bad if the person you were with trying to help the world didn't try to stab you in the back. Literally. He saw it happen and nearly lost his cool. He threw his spear just in the nick of time and punctured the person's leg, causing them to stop and scream in pain.

Obviously that startled you to turn around and see them running up and what happened.

After that there was a shift in his actions with you. Almost always in the same room especially if no one else was. Another thing you noticed was him more often in his other form. Man you want to touch his tai- no. Bad. That's weird.

It's like a train wreck no matter how hard you try to stop looking, you can't.

He knows you want to touch it. It's not hard to tell. Quite frankly, it's the opposite. It's to the point you don't even have to say it. But that's what he wants. He's willing to show this part to you alone just to keep you near if he has to. He knows you don't think he sees you looking while he's reading.

"You can try touching it, if you want."

You're shocked for a good minute, then apprehensive. You wonder if he only is saying that because your looking is pressuring him so you can stop, or maybe another bad reason you don't want to try to think about. "...Are you sure?"

Aeons, please just do already! This is more of a delicate situation though. If he wasn't as level-headed he'd have already impulsively pulled you to him with his tail and made you stay close as much as possible. "if I wasn't, I wouldn't have offered."

You cave and carefully do. It wasn't what you were expecting. it was more smooth, airy to the touch, and rather cool. Not cold, but definitely not warm either. Maybe airy wasn't the right word? Felt more like water itself but a bit more solid. So like soft ice and not nearly as cold.

You didn't want to stop touching it but didn't want to push your luck. That alone was enough for you to be happy with.

But it didn't stop there. More frequently you'd go to the archives again and he kept offering. Eventually one day he pulled you to his lap and rested his head on you while you held it. He wrapped his arms around you as well and let a mental sigh of relief. He's glad it's this way now.

This is where you belong with him. Whatever happens or comes for him, he cannot leave the express anymore. Not with you. Not with something as great as this.

He's never been more glad to have his other form than now. If it helps make you stay close, well then he might just have to start staying in this form more often. Even if around other people too.

[maxsimagination]

𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 - 𝗮.𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶

summary: the barcelona women are dying from heat exhaustion so they resort to acting like kids

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𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗬 sweltering in barcelona.

even at seven in the morning, the spanish sun never failed to make everything hot.

unfortunately, that still meant we had to do training. as an australian i thought i'd be able to handle the heat, but on days like today i felt like i was dying.

aitana rolled over in our shared bed, smiling at my sleepy eyes. i didn't have any sheets covering my body, it was too hot for that. i was simply starfishing, face down on the mattress.

"time to get up, amor. we have training."

i groaned and shoved my face further into the pillow i was lying on.

aitana chuckled at me and started to get up. she pulled the curtains, attempted to make the bed as best she could with me lying on it still. then she moved to the bathroom to get ready.

i was internally groaning as i rolled out of bed myself, taking a bit to actually wake up. then i too got ready, throwing my training stuff haphazardly in my training bag and heading downstairs. when aitana made her way downstairs she ruffled my hair and pressed a kiss to my temple.

i was sleepily and slowly eating a bowl of muesli.

she sat next to me with the bowl i'd somehow managed to make for her as well.

we ate, and got everything we needed before i went back to our room to grab my phone and bag.

"yn are you ready?"

aitana called out to me from wherever she was in our apartment.

"yes, i'm coming!"

i grabbed my bag and dragged myself out to the door where aitana was.

"i made you a snack. here."

she handed me a container with some food in it and a little sticky note with a heart drawn on it stuck on top.

"thank you, mi amor."

i gave her a kiss on the cheek and we walked out to the car.

when we got to the training grounds, most of the other players were already there, just finishing getting changed.

we joined in and everyone eventually made it out onto the pitch.

we had a routine whenever we were training. the team always went to the gym first then we did drills on the field.

this was when aitana and i split up for a bit, i went straight for the weights while she was on the opposite side of the area, doing sets with kiera.

once everyone had done their own exercises and sets, we had a quick water break and made our way out to the field. 

our first drill was sets of five aside. there were five teams of five, four of them were playing while one sat out, then they rotated once they'd played for fifteen minutes.

weirdly, aitana and me were on the same team. jonatan almost always split us up but maybe he was feeling nice today.

we finished that drill and moved onto the next one.

the whole team ended up completing five or six more drills before another water break. everyone gathered round the water coolers and had water bottles in their hands.

i was one of the first at the cooler, desperate to get to liquid into my system. aitana walked over slowly with lucy and grabbed her own bottle.

but within the next minute she had moved behind me, pulled my shirt and squirted water all down my back. i whipped around with a shriek, before noticing it was aitana running away.

"'tana! not cool!"

then i grabbed another bottle that still had water in it, i'd completely drained mine, and ran after her. she was quick and got a bit away from me but i did manage to get her back when she ran back to the group. i hid behind lucy while she wasn't looking and crept up on her.

then squirted some water on her head and ran away again.

now it was her turn to shriek and turn around. she did catch up to me and got me with a heap of water. she had taken the lid off her bottle and just threw it at me. so i turned around and did the same.

jonatan saw us having our water fight and said he was happy with what we'd done for today and we were free to go home.

by then end of our little water fight we were both drenched from head to toe, but at least i was cooler.

[sopiao]

can i request headcannons with the 141 and konig during a road trip? like a looong ass road-trip. nothing for a mission, just a little trip or vacation.

ooh i just got back from a 10 hour long road trip too!

(Callsign will be ‘Shark’)

Price would be the one driving, Soap in the front, Shark, Ghost, and Gaz in the middle row, while König gets the back all to himself. Sometimes it would cycle who would be in the front with Price since they all wanted to take turns sleep.

Since König is the big bitch he is, he gets the whole back row to himself. He can ‘shooonk’ and ‘mi mi mi mi mi’ all he wants. With his pillow and pink jaguar blanket someone lent him cause he forgot his (most likely Soap’s). While Shark is stuck in the middle, stuck between Ghost and Gaz.

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Price would have first dibs on the aux since he’s the driver. He’d only play songs that no one knows. Y’know the classics and his personal faves. No one gave him the aux since.

Soap would play songs that he likes, regardless of what anyone else thinks. ‘Shut up and drive’ by Rihanna, ‘Talk dirty’ by Jason Derulo, ‘Treasure’ by Bruno Mars. Will literally blast the volume at his favorite parts.

Occasionally Ghost or Gaz would yell at him to shut up, his only response being to turn the music up even louder.

—

“I’ve got to go to the loo..” Soap asked. Price gripping the wheel and taking an audible and long breath in and out through the nose.

“We just left THE FUCKING STOP”

—

During stops to restock on gas stations snacks or fill up on gas Gaz would get drinks he never finishes, it just piles up in the back. Shark got a bag of chocolate marshmallows, they later played basketball with it, Ghost’s mouth being the hoop.

Price would 100% do the dad-snack-hand from the drivers seat. While König got a whole tub of ice cream to eat in the back, just because he felt like it.

Soap actually got left at a gas station once. The car ride back to get him was quite.

—

Shark’s gasp made everyone turn to attention since it was so quite and their gasp sounded so alarmed. Shark leapt across Gaz’s laps and looked out the window.

“Cow!” They pointed out towards the field of cows minding their business.

“Cow?

“Woooaaah”

“COW”

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König gets motion sickness very easily. Which is why he spends 60% of the car ride sleeping. But the times where he is awake, half the time he’s throwing up in a paper bag. Ghost having to throw it out while Gaz and Soap try not to gag. Shark is rubbing him on the back and giving him water to feel better :).

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Gaz would sleep against the car door, a pillow between him and the door, one leg would be across Ghost and Shark’s lap and the other would be on the middle console of the front. Sometimes Soap would have to nudge his dinosaur socks out of the way.

Ghost would claim he’s not tired at all, but is always the first one to fall asleep. Arms crossed and head back while he snores like a motor boat. First time this happened Price freaked out that he was dying, choking or something, and had Shark punch him in the chest.

He didn’t feel like sleeping after that.

Eventually when he does he’d be in the same position as Gaz, but both of his legs would be across Sharks and Gaz’s lap. Hitting the opposite door.

—

“Would you rather fight 100 toddlers or—” Shark asked of the first thing that came to mind.

“A hundred toddlers” Soap interrupted them, no hesitation.

“I didn’t even finish the question—”

“Those kids are getting CURB STOMPED”

“No—”

—

Going down a long path in the middle of the night. Practically in the middle of nowhere as the only thing keeping them company was yards of grass and mice that hid in little holes for the night. Everyone was fast asleep until they felt the car shift to a stop. They all immediately looked at each other after seeing where they were stopped.

“Let’s stretch our legs, been a while” Price explained, being the first to get out, turning the car off and the key out of the ignition. They were all still confused why they stopped suddenly, but they understood that hours of driving does no good for the legs.

Price made sure to turn the head lights off too. The rest of them thought that they’d just but in the middle of nowhere in the dark but they were frozen in amazement when they saw how bright the sky is, despite it being 12 midnight.

Without all the city lights and street lights to pollute the sky the night looked so bright. Stars that were barely visible, only a dot in the sky, were now shining and bright. In the city you could only see 6-7 stars 10 if your lucky, but right now it was like you could see till the end of the galaxy.

Not a word was spoken the entire time they were out. It was beautiful but also so surreal and bone chilling seeing how much space there is beyond this world. Every star a sun and every sun had at least 5 planets. There had to be at least one other life form.

Those 20 minutes were the most quiet but calming 20 minutes of the trip. Something they shared and saw together.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! I am SOO sorry that I have been cramping you with asks, so feel as free as you can be to push this one alll the way back, or deny it, I am not desperate at all. I just want to type this before I forget this. So after the Megatron with a daughter who was his opposite post, I, too, am in love with this opposite personality daughter series. Like just all of our favourite men as fathers of daughters with individual personalities of themselves but also more or less all resonated their fathers one way or another, or someone they knew! I LOVE IT! And I realized how this formed a perfect trilogy now.

So I am real curious. What if the three daughters exist in the same universe? And, may or may not interact? (would we need individual names for them all? Or Buddy 1 and 2 and 3 like Spider-Man: No Way Home and no one questions it?)

Hello!

I've actually been thinking about continuing the 'daughter with different personality' thing. Maybe in the future you'll see more!

Originally the plan was to have all the Buddy's to be in the same universe, but I ended up scrapping the idea and decided to create separate universes for each one (unless the plot tells me otherwise :))

When I saw the Spiderman part my mind went to this.

(Who knows for the future)

Hope you enjoy!

Optimus Prime, Ratchet, and Megatron's daughters meeting each other for the first time.

SFW, Platonic, Familial, groundbridge and relic shenanigans, Cybertronain reader

TFP

In TFP Rats universe.

Buddy was just minding her own business cleaning and wiping down her father’s tools.

It’s a nice day on base.

There was low Decepticon activity for the past few days, the children were playing their games, Bulkhead and Smokescreen were trying to get Bumblebee and Arcee to play Lob with them, Ultra Magnus and Optimus were reviewing plans for something, and her father, Ratchet, was with Wheeljack looking at a new relic they found in the Artic.

“It’s not another scraplet trap, right?”--Raf

“Nope! Completely checked it with the scanner. We should be good now.”--Buddy

“We ‘should’ be good?”--Bulkhead

“There is always a percentage of things blowing up, I’m not counting that out.”--Buddy

Without warning, the relic whirled to life jumping and shaking onto the floor.

Everyone jumped and backed away from the whirling sound it made. Bright light came out of it as the shaking intensified. The noise was loud enough to get everyone to come to the main room.

The machine scanned the closest bot, Buddy, and opened a portal, shooting out tons of air.

The children nearly flew back, but thanks to Ultra Magnus and Optimus, they were caught before they flew off the ledge.

“Hey Ratchet! What’s it doing?!”--Bulkhead

“Oh, it’s putting on a rock concert. OBVIOUSLY, I DON’T KNOW!”--Ratchet

Machine whirls louder.

“Buddy! Hide behind the med slab!”--Wheeljack

Buddy already behind the slab, clutching onto dear life.

“With all due respect, WHAT DO YOU THINK I’M DOING?!”--Buddy

Meanwhile in megs dimension

Buddy calmly walking down the halls of the Nemesis with some data pads.

“Hmm… wonder why they need so many data pads…”--Buddy

Sudden portal pops up on the wall next to them.

“What in the—”--Buddy

Portal starts sucking her in.

“AHHH—”--Buddy

Portal sucks Buddy in leaving the discarded data pads sprawled in the middle of the hallway.

In op dimension

Buddy is resting her arm on the handrail while talking with Miko.

“How’s the playlist going?”--Miko

“Haven’t been working too much on it. Patrol has been up my tailpipe lately. Do you have any more recommendations?”--Buddy

“Yeah! How about—”—Miko

A sudden portal opens.

“Umm, I don’t remember Ratchet opening up a groundbridge.”--Miko

Buddy grabbing a grenade from her subspace.

“That’s because he hasn’t!”--Buddy

Buddy chucks a grenade at the portal.

BAM!

Nothing happens to the portal.

“What!”—Miko and Buddy

The portal starts sucking them in.

Buddy grabs Miko as she starts to get dragged in, pounds a hole in the ledge and places her in there.

“Buddy? Buddy what are you—”--Miko

Buddy groans as she tries to keep her footing but gets sucked in and the portal closes.

“BUDDY!”--Miko

In Rats dimension

Two figures pop out of the portal and slam into Ratchet’s daughter.

The portal closes.

The two figures groaned.

Op Buddy sits up rubbing her helm.

Meg Buddy sliding off the med slab and onto the floor on her back.

“Urgh… my aching helm…”—Megs Buddy

Rat Buddy gently massaging her helm before looking at the two strangers.

“Who are you?”—Rat Buddy

Op Buddy looks at the others.

“Who are you?!”—Op Buddy

Meg Buddy looking at all the Autobots in the area.

“WHERE AM I?!”—Meg Buddy

Optimus carefully approaches the younglings.

Megs Buddy quickly moves back while the other two just stare widely.

“Buddy—”--Optimus

“Yes?”—All Buddy’s

All Buddy’s turn around and point at each other.

“Your name is Buddy! I’m Buddy!”—All Buddy’s

Meg Buddy standing up pacing a bit.

“Maybe this is some alternate universe…I always thought something like this was possible from what he said… It’s the only logical explanation for this…”—Megs Buddy

“That seems to check out. Which explains why Dad hasn’t started giving me the ‘speech’ again.”—Op Buddy

“Dad?”--Kids

“… Oh, this is going to be fun.”—Op Buddy

“This is not going to be fun…”—Meg Buddy

Everyone is confused.

Come to find the relic would scan someone and find ‘alternatives’ of them. It could mean alternative of the bot or by their names.

To avoid confusion the Buddy’s are labeled.

Op’s Buddy would be known as Buddy 1.

Rats Buddy would be known as Buddy 2.

Megs Buddy would be known as Buddy 3.

“How come she’s Buddy 1? Why not our Buddy? She was hear before you guys showed up.”--Miko

“Cause I’m older and cooler.”—Buddy 1

“Yeah right.”--Miko

“Don’t believe me Miko? Watch this.”—Buddy 1

Buddy 1 transforms into a monster truck.

“I take it back! That’s so cool! Can I ride you!?”--Miko

“Of course!”—Buddy 1

“Miko no!”--Bulkhead

“Miko yes!”--Miko

“Then why is our Buddy number two?”--Raf

“Because I’m the second oldest. Three is the youngest one here.”—Buddy 2

“Guess it makes sense. You she is kind a smaller than you two.”--Jack

“Hey! I’m a minicon! Of course, I’m smaller than everyone here!”—Buddy 3

“You’re a minicon?”--Arcee

Buddy 3 shrinks back a bit at Arcee’s gaze nodding.

Buddy 1 made the Team guess who her father was, bets were on the table and ready to be thrown. Buddy 1 managed to get Buddy 3 to get in on the guessing part. Buddy 3 guaranteed that no one would guess her creator.

A part of her didn’t want them to know either.

“All right we are ready.”--Miko

“Wow so soon?”—Buddy 3

“Too soon if you asked me.”—Buddy 1

“We’ve narrowed down three bots for each. If we win, 1 needs to take me out dune bashing in her alt mode.”--Miko

“Miko!”--Bulkhead

“I can stand by that.”—Buddy 1

“And if you don’t guess right?”—Buddy 2

“You’ll have to tell us.”--Miko

“…”—Buddy 3

“Lets get started!”--Miko

“Okay these ones are for Buddy 1.”--Smokescreen

“Got it, lets hear them.”—Buddy 1

“First one… Wheeljack!”--Miko

Buddy 1 laughing at the response.

“HAHAHAHA, Sorry, its just, just that Jackie here is more like my Uncle. Definitely not my dad.”—Buddy 1

“All righty then… Bulkhead!”--Miko

Buddy starts laughing at that one too.

“Nope! Bulks also like my Uncle!”—Buddy 1

“The last one… Smokescreen!”—Miko

Buddy is now on the floor laughing her tanks and near crying.

“…I’ll take that as a no then…”--Raf

Buddy finally stops laughing.

“You lose.”—Buddy 1

“Got that. Now spill it! Who’s your Dad?!”--Miko

Buddy stands up rather stoically.

“One shall stand, one shall fall.”—Buddy 1

Everyone stares at Optimus, who looks equally as surprised.

“Your—your Boss Bots kid!? How!?”--Miko

“A question everyone has been asking since we met.”—Buddy 1

Miko turns to Buddy 3.

She hoped that they would have forgotten her, but alas here she was.

“Your turn!”--Miko

Buddy 3 nervously sits next to Prime and Ratchet

“First one… Arcee!”--Miko

Buddy 3 looking terrified.

“NO! I mean no.”--Buddy 3

“How about… Ultra Magnus!”--Miko

Buddy shakes her helm while looking at Magnus.

“Sorry try again.”—Buddy 3

“Okay��� Optimus!”--Miko

Buddy 1 looks at Buddy 3.

“Are we siblings!?”—Buddy 1

“I mean aren’t we all in a way?”—Buddy 3

“Buddy.”--Ratchet

“Sorry, the answer is no.”—Buddy 3

“Dang it!”--Miko

“Then who is your Dad?”--Raf

“…Megatron…”—Buddy 3

“…”—Everyone

“HOW!”--Jack

Buddy shrinks back at the sudden movements.

Buddy 1 and Buddy 2 immediately stand by Buddy 3

“Hold it now. Just because 3 dad is Bucket head, no offense.”—Buddy 1

“None taken.”—Buddy 3

“Doesn’t mean she’s bad. Right?”—Buddy 2

“No, no I’m not.”—Buddy 3

“Really and how can you prove it?”--Arcee

“Arcee—”—Buddy 2

“Well think about this. If I was truly bad, why haven’t I hurt you.”—Buddy 3

“Because your short?”--Smokescreen

“… Okay that one’s asking for it… but beside the point, I could have easily hurt the kids, yet I haven’t. I could have attacked or given any other hint that I had malicious intentions. But I haven’t, have I?”—Buddy 3

Pause

“I stand by 3.”—Buddy 1

“And I stand with 1 and 3.”—Buddy 2

“I will stand by her as well.”--Optimus

“Prime!”—Most of the team

“Prime?”—Buddy 3

“She is our guest and so is 1. We must treat them with the respect they deserve.”--Optimus

“…Thank you Prime.”—Buddy 3

After the confrontation a little more research is done on the machine.

Thanks to Buddy 3’s expert decoding skills, she was able to read the full effects of the machine as well as how to reverse it.

The good news was that the effects were reversable.

The bad news was that the machine needed time to recuperate before usage again.

The Buddy’s decided to kill time by hanging out with each other and the team in the meantime.

Aka shenanigan time.

1 tries to start a conversation with her alternate family especially with Prime.

She is curious to see if there are any differences between her father and her alternative father.

“You always did have a thing for the Halls, didn’t you?”—Buddy 1

“The Halls of Iacon was where I worked.”--Optimus

“You mean, where Orion worked.”—Buddy 1

“…Yes.”--Optimus

“Sorry, but I see Orion and Optimus as two separate bots sometimes.”—Buddy 1

“It is understandable.”--Optimus

3 tended to stay with 2 for the most part.

2 was a soft soul and was quiet for the most part.

2 did entertain 3 with the occasional story here and there.

Buddy 2 and 3 talking to each other near the med bay.

“What do you think they’re talking about?”--Smokescreen

“Beep boop bep bop boop. (Probably about medical stuff.)”--Bumblebee

“Yeah, probably.”--Smokescreen

“So, then Arcee raised her blasters at the wannabe Cybertronians and started blasting.”—Buddy 2

Buddy 3 listening intently.

1 likes to place 2 and 3 on her shoulders.

1 being the tallest and bulkiest of the Buddy’s could support the weight, not that they did weigh anything to her.

The other two Buddy’s liked feeling tall.

“Hey! Hey! Look at this!”—Buddy 1

Buddy 1 supporting Buddy 2 on her shoulders while Buddy 3 was on top.

“We are Buddy Supreme!”—Buddy 2

Buddy 1 has a bright smile on her face.

Buddy 2 has a wobbly smile trying not to laugh while carrying 3.

Buddy 3 is just staring in amazement.

“So, this is what it’s like to be tall… this is nice.”—Buddy 3

Soon it was time for them to leave.

3 really doesn’t want to leave her new friends behind.

She certainly doesn’t want to go back to the dark halls of the Nemesis.

But this pleasant experience was soon to be the spark to ignite the flame for peace between the two fractions again.

She was going to do everything she could to end this war with peace.

Whether Megatron liked it or not.

“It was lovely seeing you all and knowing there are alternative versions of myself out there. I hope we meet again on much pleasanter terms in the future.”—Buddy 3

“Same goes to you 3!”—Buddy 1 and 2

Buddy 3 walks through the portal.

A flash of purple shines before returning to its natural color.

“It’s your turn kid—”--Wheeljack

“SEE YA!”—Buddy 1

Buddy 1 back flips into the portal before a flash of blue shines.

The portal turns off and all is still.

“…Well, wasn’t that an eventful Wednesday afternoon?”—Buddy

In megs universe

Buddy bounces off the wall of the Nemesis.

Literally.

“For once I’d wish for a smooth landing…”--Buddy

“Buddy.”--Soundwave

Buddy looks up to see Soundwave.

Buddy waves.

“Hey Soundwave.”--Buddy

Soundwave starts walking forward.

“Sorry about the data pads—”--Buddy

Soundwave is in front of Buddy.

“I swear I meant to go straight to the room when—”--Buddy

Soundwave gets down on his knees and pulls Buddy in a tight hug.

Buddy freezes for a moment before hugging back.

None say anything, just holding onto each other in one of the empty halls of the Nemesis.

In op universe

Buddy gets thrown at Bumblebee and Smokescreen.

“OW!”--Buddy

“BEEP! (BUDDY!)”--Bumblebee

“BUDDY!”--Smokescreen

Both bots hugging Buddy’s sides tightly.

“We heard from Miko that you go sucked into some groundbridge or something!”--Smokescreen

Buddy patting both bots helms.

Bumblebee digs his helm further in Buddy’s neck cables whirling in concern and relief.

“Boy, do I have a story to tell you guys. But let’s wait till everyone gets here, I can’t wait to see Doc bot’s reaction to his daughter.”--Buddy

“HIS WHAT!?”—Smokescreen and Bumblebee

“MY WHAT!”--Ratchet

[princessjojo-x]

Sun Synastry

💝 sun conjunct personal planets - sun may feel competitive or threatened bc planet represents something that sun considers theirs & something thats tied to sun’s ego. (aries pcm or can/tau suns)

💝 sun conjunct rising - partners may enjoy being in public with each other bc they both know how eachother will act & respect each others mannerisms. rising is simultaneously drawn to & triggered by sun. on the bright side, sun resembles risings outer shell/personality. on the downside, sun embodies all the traits/flaws rising wants to hide. the energy & identity sun is *trying* to embody, rising exudes effortlessly & naturally. consequently, sun subconsciously feels like they have to ump their personality or prove themselves. rising provokes strong jealousy within sun, potentially leading to ego clashes. (aries asc or cancer sun)

💝 sun conjunct moon - when partners meet one another there’s a feeling of ‘finally coming home’. both see parts of themselves in each other which makes them feel very seen. however, this can manifest negatively. they may share the same negative traits or habits so they understand each other but they judge each other too. you’ll likely find this aspect in pairings that don’t make sense or seem completely mismatched. you can’t understand what attracted them to each other bc they look like polar opposites. you’d never suspect how much they have in common under the surface bc this aspect is so quiet. moon can become quite clingy of sun & moon always says exactly what sun wants to hear. partners tend to loveee each others cooking & it can be hard for partners to separate (even if outsiders try to split them up).

Moon conjunct sun in synastry has beautiful reputation of being felt seen but it also can be negative, it can make the sun person believe they know everything about moon person like how they feel, giving them unwanted advice and thinking they understand the moon person well, all while the moon person feels extremely misunderstood by sun and mis represented and that their advice was useless. Sun person may even try and diagnose moon person because they feel like they have a special ability to know them

💝 sun conjunct sun - this is a refreshing & humorous connection. it feels like you’re dating yourself as all your strengths & weaknesses are mirrored back to you.

💝 sun conjunct mercury - mercury finds sun’s voice very satisfying or mercury could listen to sun talk all day.

💝 sun opposite sun - if partners are able to respect & appreciate one another’s differences, they actually compliment each other & grow to love each other. when arguments arise, its always between their egos. this is a love-hate connection, comparable to a brother-sister rxship with ying-yang energy.

💝 sun sextile sun - a new perspective that doesn’t clash with yours. (gemini, aqua)

💝 sun quincunx sun - a quincunx is when two zodiac signs are 150 degrees apart aka 5 signs apart. signs that quincunx eachother actually have many things in common. eg aries & scorpio are both ruled by mars, both independent, both reserved with their private lives, both very blunt. these similarities can make them connect instantly. (scorpio sun)

💝 sun conjunct lilith - instant physical attraction. sun quickly becomes obsessed hence why you see this aspect in a lot of stalker cases. (pisces sun or aries lilith)

💝 sun conj/square mars - s3xual chemistry but it gets old fast & mars can become competitive with sun (aries/capricorn/cancer mars or leo/aquarius/taurus sun)

💝 sun square uranus - hinders understanding & deep connection over time (cancer/cap uranus or taurus/scorpio sun)

[99solaris]

forgotten • droid

pairing: elasticdroid x gn!reader wc: 4k warnings: angst, frustrated arguements, mentions of death scare (no actual injury or death happens), no resolve song pairing: slow dancing in a burning room by john mayer a/n: brick was kissed before i threw it at your head <3

You don't know how long you have been staring at the front door. You could probably point out every flaw of it, the dents, the scratches, anything. By now, it might as well be imprinted onto the inside of your eyelids. Eyes flicking from door to the handle, you feel as if its mocking you, your own brain conjuring up phantom movements paired with imaginary sounds of the clinking of keys. Hoping it will open soon and stop the plague upon your mind - but it never happens. 

From the dinner table, you keep your eyes on the door. Your friends at the table have noticed your absence from the conversations flourishing an hour ago but they kept it going, not wanting to make it worse for you, and yet;

Someone from the friend group sighs loudly, hands up in defence and decides to take initiative to speak up: ''If you stare harder, you might burn a hole in the middle of it,'' a comment that earned a small snicker around the table before they spoke up again, ‘’I don’t think he’s coming.’’

All turn their attention to them, the person next to them elbows them in their side muttering a just audible ‘’don’t be rude’’. It's a statement that has been on everyone's mind for while now. It’s quiet around the table, eyes scanning the company, switching back forth to the person opposite them to then you. Looking for any response but you can’t even bear to pry your eyes away from the front door and look them in the eye. Picking at the skin around your fingernails, playing with the table decor with the other hand - anything to keep you from meeting their gaze.

‘’He will be here any minute,’’ you manage to get out, a slight quiver in your voice that, with a weak attempt, try to hide with a quick smile that falters as fast as it was put on. Shoulders slumping as your eyes go warm and tears pricking at the corners. ‘’I know he will.’’ 

Somewhere, Jaime, to others known as Droid, is at Puffer’s house filming content for the podcast and extra material for Patreon, ultimately deciding to stay longer after Puffer requests they could order out and eat dinner together. He hasn’t been looking at his phone for hours, completely obvious to the messages and calls from you and your friends. When they finally wrap it up it’s 10:51pm. As he grabs his jacket he sighs, knowing he’s getting way later than he had promised. He pulls out his phone that’s been in his back pocket on Do Not Disturb, so as to not ruin filming, he notices the many notifications. Emails, Instagram, 20 calls, 15 messages. All messages following the same pattern: ‘’Dude, where the fuck are you?’’ and ‘’Hey asshole, are you really trying to win the title of worst boyfriend of the year? Cuz you might win it.’’

He’s about to text them back about what they mean by all that, seeing as he didn’t believe he had done anything wrong - maybe it was a prank? A stupid one at that, he points out to himself, since he always prides himself in the role of being someone’s partner. But as he goes to answer, he sees your name pop up under unread messages:

4:34pm - Mi Amor: Hope filming is going good but don’t have too much fun without me (like that is possible!!!) I’ve decorated the place to the best of my abilities, ready for the guests to arrive!! [2 images attached]

5:19pm - Mi Amor: Guests are coming soon.. are you running late? I can probably delay food till you get here. Let me know!

6:54pm - Mi Amor: Honey, are you alright? Can you text me anything so I know you’re alive? You are scaring me..

Reading the texts feels like a punch to the gut. He feels sick to his stomach as he stares at the pictures: A ‘’Happy Birthday!’’ banner, confetti hanging from the ceiling, a table decorated - all the stuff you had dragged through the door in multiple bags, pulling out every item beaming with pride and grinning ear to ear about how excited you were to use the new decor for the occassion. The second picture, you standing in front of the banner, striking a pose between number balloons. His face drops and a chill runs up his though his body feels like it's burning. Fuck. Shit. One hand running through his hair, tugging at the ends, the other clutching his phone. Your birthday. It’s your fucking birthday.

‘’Hey man, you good? You’ve been standing there for like a solid 10 minutes just freaking out, dude,’’ the voice of Grizzy from behind him makes him jump. His eyes leave his phone screen and Grizzy is quick to notice the glazed over eyes. ’’Whoa, hey, what’s wrong dud-’’ ‘’I’m a fucking asshole,’’ he cuts him off quick, ‘’It’s my girl’s birthday.’’ His voice breaks, knowing the judgement he could be facing from his friends and most importantly, you. Grizzy's mouth forms an ‘o’ and eyes widen, ‘’Fuck dude, it’s late!’’ he exclaims, earning the attention of the rest of the crew, poking their heads out in the hallway. Jaime rubs his face, ruffling his hair with a heavy sigh putting his phone in his pocket again. ‘’You better go home now, she’s for sure pissed at you.’’ Jaime doesn’t respond but throws on his jacket, shoving his feet into his shoes and half-assed tying them, putting on his helmet and running out the door. 

At home, the guests started leaving the house around 9pm. Despite the situation, you had tried to make the most of it, even though the energy wasn’t really there for you, or anyone even, to try and make it anything other than what it was. You had attempted to join in on the conversations, had the chances of snickering to a few of the jokes cracked and even with a dampened appetite, ate the food you had spent precious hours and valiant effort to make. When it got to saying your goodbyes to the guests, all of them saying their farewells followed by heartfelt yet empty apologies of how sorry they felt by your boyfriend’s actions on your day, you were unbelievably tired. From keeping your hopes up about Jaime coming home or your friend’s endless support, you didn’t know. You couldn’t hate them though. They were only trying their best to help you but it only irked you, every time being reminded of the longing you had for Jaime to be here at that very minute. His arm slung around your shoulders as he fires off the last jokes he had left in him of the evening, the sound of his laughter vibrating in chest and bounces off the walls, the both of you waving goodbye. But he isn’t there. It’s just you, alone at the door, hug after hug, reassuring arm squeezes, soft, small back rubs from your friends. 

‘’When he gets here,’’ a friend starts while putting their shoes on, ‘’you tell him to do better than this shit show.’’ You nod meekly watching them get ready and as they finish up, give your cheek a friendly small peck and walk out the door. You watch as they back out of the drive-way and drive off, standing there for a good minute, just in case he decides to turn up at the last second. Still nothing. You close the door reluctantly, lock it and turn around to face the empty, silent house. Walking towards the living room, you see how the confetti is giving up its hold on the ceiling and falls to the floor. You give a half-hearted snort to how absurd it is, somehow seeing yourself reflected in the action. There is food left in respective pots and pans, half filled glasses of different coloured liquids. You look at the two plates of food you had saved for Jaime, something you’ve always done for him, knowing how bad he can be with scheduling his own time. 

So, you occupy yourself. You start cleaning up. Washing dishes, glassware, utensils, empty pots. Removing table decor. Pulling at the leftover confetti on the ceiling, deflating the balloons for good, tugging at the banner from the wall, feeling a frustration bubble in your chest. You gather it all and throw it all into a trash can, noticing how your chest is heaving. In the trash can is all the time and effort you had spent on making today special. A collection of the money that has been wasted on not having used its full potential. And it hurts. It hurts so much, you feel your knees buckle beneath you, sinking to the floor. The tears are building up, tears shake in the dam of your eyes, blurring your vision. It all feels too much and the silence in the house feels so loud in your ears. You clutch at the fabric of your clothes as you can feel it all building in your throat. You want to hold it back but you can’t. The sob tumbles out from your mouth and it doesn’t stop. Sobs are racking your body and you feel like your head is going to implode from the sheer volume of it. The tears are falling freely and they feel hot on your cheeks. You feverishly wipe at your face, hand on your chest trying to regulate your breathing but it’s all to no avail. Curled up, on the floor, you sit there and let it all out, grief of the events and the uncertainty of your boyfriend’s fate.

When Jaime finally gets back to the house it’s 11:24pm. He’s nervously chewing on the inside of his cheek, fumbling with the key to unlock the door. Shaky hands try to steady themselves as he unlocks it, cautiously pulling at the handle, his eyes pressed shut awaiting the outburst. But when he walks in and closes the door behind him, it’s eerily quiet. He opens his eyes to a dimly lit house where you wouldn’t have guessed a birthday had been held. He carefully pulls off his jacket and shoes, placing his helmet on the shelf before he moves further into the house. ‘’Amor?’’ he calls out softly as he scans the house for your figure. He notices the saran wrapped plates of food on the kitchen table, a clear sign of you having been waiting out for him. His heart was already heavy but this surely added even more weight that it felt like he could sink into the floor right then and there.

He turns around towards the living room and notices a lump on the couch. You, sleeping on the couch. Somehow having managed to crawl from the floor onto a softer surface and passed out. He maneuvers around the room and around the couch to squat down next to you, taking in your peaceful state of soft snores, always finding it so endearing to watch you. He slowly reaches a hand up to gently place on your cheek, thumb rubbing the soft skin beneath. 

‘’Babe?’’ he whispers, noticing the slight change in breathing. He calls again, just a bit louder, which manages to wake you up. Eyes fluttering open but not fully, the dim light of the room enough to make you squint. With furrowed eyebrows you try to make out the figure in front of you, eyes sore from the amount of crying you had done earlier. It’s first when you register the gentle caress on your cheek and the familiar smell of cologne it connects in your head and the knot in your chest returns.

‘’I don’t want to talk to you,’’ you croak out and Jaime notices it instantly, hitting himself over and over in his head because if there is anything he never wanted to happen, it’s you crying over something he had done.

‘’Babe, please,’’ he says as you move to sit up, groaning slightly from the ache in your body of a mixture of laying on the floor, sleeping position and how overworked your chest has been. He carefully places his hands on your knees, nearly hovering over the fabric, ‘’please, I am sorry.’’ He sounds so sincere and it aches but it is replaced by annoyance.

‘’Sorry?’’ you reply through gritted teeth, swatting at his hands that he nearly loses his balance. You stand up from the couch and he follows suit, your faces mere inches away from each other. ‘’You’re sorry?’’ you repeat, pushing at his chest, ‘’a sorry is not going to cut it, Jaime.’’ Your skin feels hot and there’s a prickly feeling in your hands. You shook your head as you turned away from him and moved a small distance away from him. ‘’Recording extended over time and Puffer asked if I wanted to stay for dinner and-’’ he tried explaining himself but was cut off by you. ‘’Stay for dinner? Oh! So, my birthday dinner wasn’t good enough or what?’’ your voice has raised a fair bit, edging on yelling but you don’t want to go there. A promise to yourself that yelling doesn’t solve any issues. 

‘’You know that’s not what I meant,’’ he says, hands hanging by his side in defeat, ‘’I just thought I might as well since we were having fun and I was there-’’ ‘’You promised you would be here today, Jaime!’’ you say, voice cracking a bit at the end of the sentence, ‘’It is, or at this point, it was my birthday!’’. You wrap your arms around yourself, grounding yourself as much as you can, finding it hard when the issue of the uncomfort is standing in front of you. ‘’You promised this morning,’’ you say, taking a deep breath before continuing, ‘’I sent you messages hours before just to make sure, even our friends did, no one heard from you! You basically ignored me the whole day,’’ you pick up speed, everything tumbling out as your voice starts to tremble, ‘’And worse is, you could’ve been in a horrible crash or even dead for all I know!’’. His heart skips a beat at the anguish he had put you through, knowing how you’ve made it clear to him, nearly swear on his life, that you want him to text whenever he’s going for a ride and when he’s safe at the location. ‘’And all you can say… is that you’re sorry?’’ you end with another well of tears teetering on spilling, near burning your eyes from soreness.

Jaime knows you’re angry and rightfully so, he gets it completely but it also pisses him off how you’re picking at him and you won’t let him utter a word into the conversation, so without much thinking, he decides to speak: ‘’I forgot, okay?’’.

And right then and there, he knew he fucked up. He sees how your whole figure slump, the arms that once held your frame falling to your sides, how your face twists from annoyance to hurt. He sees the tears welling up in your eyes, how you start picking at the skin around your nails, he knows that your brain is in alarm mode. And that’s when your lips start to quiver and the tears start falling as you raise your hand to cover your mouth. He hears a cry that shatters his heart, escaping your lips and takes a step forward towards you, but you take a step back with the other hand reaching out in front of you to tell him to keep his distance. You feel as if the whole room is spinning and your heartbeat is thumping loud in your ears. 

‘’N-no, baby, babe, hey,’’ he sputters, stumbling over his words, ‘’I didn’t mean that, you know I didn’t mean to say that, fuck, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that-’’ ‘’You forgot?’’ you choke out, ‘’do you even care about me?’’. He’s quiet, dumbstruck, thinking of how he can get himself out of this hole he has dug himself into. It feels like ages as you two stand there in the living room, only accompanied by the sound of Oso’s yawning and the low buzz of the lit lamps. You are about to leave, saying that tonight is enough and you just want to sleep but his voice stops you. 

‘’I do,’’ he manages to utter, ‘’I do care,’’ a lump forming in his throat as his eyes glaze over for the second time that day. Jaime places his hands on his chest, calming his own breathing and the thumping of his heart. He can not afford to lose you, not now. ‘’Listen, okay, you’re so important to me,’’ he starts, ‘’there’s barely a minute where I don’t think of you-’’ ‘’But you forgot me today,’’ you interrupt and he sighs, looking up at the ceiling before locking eyes with you again. ‘’Yes, I forgot today and I know that it makes me a giant asshole,’’ he continues. ‘’Oh really?’’ you sarcastically mention and he could say something back, but he chooses to leave it there and keeps going: ‘’I was too caught up in recording and I didn’t have my phone on me and I know these are bad excuses but you have to believe I would never mean to hurt you and especially not like this.’’

Your eyes are closed, head turned away from him, the tears drying on your cheeks. You know he’s telling the truth and you want to believe, but how it looks right now, it’s getting harder to trust it. ‘’You are barely here,’’ it comes out as a whisper, faltering at using any power left in your voice as you voice the concern that has been harbouring in your chest, ‘’I mean, you are here, but you aren’t here, with me.’’ You wipe the already dry tears away, brushing the hair out of your face, ‘’If you aren’t recording something at Puffer’s house, then you’re in the office recording or spending hours on streaming,’’ you sniffle, ‘’and I know that it’s your job and you love your job,’’ you explain and it pains you to admit it, ‘’and I knew what I got into when I agreed to be yours and move in but,’’ you sigh, turning your head to face finally face him but not daring to make eye contact, not yet, so you suffice with looking at the wall behind him, ‘’sometimes, I just wish that I was as important to you as your job is.’’

He’s listening intently, nodding along to your words, knowing all that you’re saying is true – he’s just been too blind to see it lately. His hands lift from his chest and his arms open in an open invitation to a hug. It’s an attempt at most, since he’s not even sure it will work and he does notice how you hesitate. You haven’t forgiven him, yet, your body moves as if you are like two magnets. The steps towards him feel so heavy. Stopping just right in front of him, you can feel the body heat radiate off of him and from here, you can see how red his eyes are from the tears that have fallen from his eyes. It’s like looking into your own eyes, who might as well be as puffy and red as yours. ‘’Don’t take this as an apology,’’ you say and he nods. He knows. 

You lean in, wrapping your arms around his waist as he engulfs you in his, holding on to you as if you are his only life line. You hide your face in his chest, taking in the comforting smell of him as he rubs his hand up and down your spine. ‘’I really am sorry,’’ he mumbles into your hair, ‘’I am such an idiot.’’ His hold on you tightens slightly, placing a kiss on the top of your head as he completely lets go. His body goes against his own will as his chest starts to rise and fall at a faster speed, hiccups getting caught in his throat. You know he’s holding back. ‘’It’s okay,’’ you murmur against the fabric of his hoodie. Not an acceptance of his actions but a confirmation that he can let go. And he does. 

His head falls from the top of your head, burrowing itself into your neck as he weeps, whining half-intelligible apologies mixed with continuous ‘’I love you’s’’. Hands grabbing whatever they can as if to make sure you wouldn’t leave him. When he has calmed himself enough, you slowly move your hands to take a hold of his head, placing two careful hands on either side of his face and you take it all in. The red eyes and nose, the tear stained cheeks, his hair completely disheveled. He’s biting down on his lip, haltering the tremble that’s coursing through his body as he awaits your next action. He looks crushed, absolutely ruined and absolutely beautiful. Your heart softens a bit seeing the man in front of you. You slowly brush away the hair from his forehead, placing a gentle kiss to it and his eyes flutter shut for a moment, a stray tear falling. Despite it all, he is still the man you fell in love with. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ he whispers, lip quivering and it sounds so earnest it’s painful. 

‘’I’ll try to be better,’’ he says, reaching his own hands up to cover yours, ‘’I mean it, I’ll do anything, really, like, I can set up a couch close to my set-up so you can be there next to me when streaming or, uh, I can dial it down, ya' know? Less streaming and all that.’’ You shake your head at his efforts, trying to give him the slightest of smiles you could muster. ‘’I can’t tell you what the solution is,’’ you say softly, studying his eyes for any reaction, ‘’not right now, at least, but we will figure something out.’’ His mouth forms a thin line as he nods, not quite satisfied with the response, wanting to fix this issue more than ever. Neither of you say much after that, taking in the silence around you and looking at each other, exchanging minor smiles as he rubs his thumb on your hands, still pressed against his face.

‘’Will you hate me if I say it again,’’ he questions, trying to make a crack at the tension and it works, enough to make you do a small laugh and he smiles from hearing it, having missed the sound. ‘’I am sorry,’’ he repeated, taking a hold of your hands and lacing his fingers with yours. ‘’I know,’’ you respond with a nod. No one says anything but like a silent question hanging in the air you both know the answer to, you both start moving to the bedroom with your hands still linked to each other. At the bed, you both get rid of the worn clothes and climb under the covers. You scoot closer to him, intertwining your legs with his. With cautious movements, he raises his arm to let you lay flush against each other. You get as close as possible, his arm wrapping around your frame and pulling you even closer. Your arm maneuvers its way under covers and the weight of his arm, placing a hand under his shirt on the small of his back. He hums low at the contact, nuzzling his nose against your head and places a kiss along your hairline.

There you lay, chest to chest, limbs intertwined, listening to each other’s breath, feeling the heat radiating off of each other. Something that is so comforting that you could fall asleep in an instant, but before you get the chance, you hear him trying to clear his throat, followed by a hushed but audible: ‘’I love you.’’ You don’t respond immediately, taking the chance to move your head from his chest to look up at him. His eyes are closed but not asleep. You lean up, to the best of your capabilities from your current position, brushing your lips against his. Soft, careful, attentive. He’s wary but responds with the same motion. ‘’I love you too, honey,’’ you murmur against his lips before returning to your previous position, finally feeling a somewhat sense of relief. The exhaustion rolled over both of you quickly, falling asleep in each other's arms.

You'll figure it out. You always do.

[sukinapan]

honestly would be pretty interested in hearing about all of them, if thats alright

it's no problem o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o i like talking about this

for context, apart from making personal art i'm also an artist and character designer at Smarto Club, so I don't know if these count as OCs but i have posted art of them here: Haco from >Bubblegum Galaxy and Teacup from >Teacup.

you can check the steam pages on those games for more info if u like. i love all my characters but i don't usually make personal art of these two since i already do it as my job.

my newest Smarto Club character is a bit different since she's more in the style of what i'm doing personally so i want to make more art of her soon. her name is Abigail:

she's a kid who likes reading about bugs and catching them but she never hurts them : ) this is a short game in early development but it's about catching creatures called angels. it's got horrorish vibes but i don't think the end result will be full-out horror, since it's also kinda silly...

then there's Peklo, it's a game for which i created the whole concept and story but the plan is to develop it as a studio at Smarto Club. i wrote more context for it on this post, but for the characters, they're my favorites to make art about at the moment. the main ones are Kiku (the cat) and Mi (the bunny):

i recently created these human forms of them for fun but i'm not sure whether i'll establish them as canon or not... they're trapped in limbo/hell so there's space for them to have a past human form. they don't remember their lives but Kiku feels a deep sense of regret about things unkown to her and wants to break out of Peklo. Mi feels trapped in an eternal sadness, she longs to see the ocean, she can always hear it but has never been able to reach it.

the antagonist in Peklo is a frog entity called Guppy but i haven't really shown him outside of his froggy logo

i also have OCs from my smaller games. there's Hlina that i created specifically for >this game that was commissioned to me for a zine. i don't have any plans to use her again for now but i might make more art of her in the future for fun. she's part of a strange dream realm and is hostile to the player:

there's iro from the >game with the same name who's my oldest game OC. i created that bitsy game for her story but she existed previously in my art degree final project, it was a version of the same story but just a section of it. it's a dream of mine to create a full-fledged 3D game for her some day.

she's a bit of a defective space exploration robot, sent to explore planetoid Iridium-3 in search of human contact. it's set in a future where humanity has dispersed among the whole galaxy so lots of groups have lost contact with each other.

my latest game OC is Michtat, a wizard cat that i created just for this silly zine.

lasty, there’s the characters from my comic that I’m working on, called The most distant planet. the main characters are Victor and Mitya, two 9 year olds whose families end up living together.

i'd say these are the dearest characters to me of all. i don't post as much of them because they're mostly in the shape of comic pages and it doesn't spark as much interest as my games. i love drawing them though.

they’re both little weirdos who isolate themselves and don’t fit in much with other children, so the friendship they develop is very special to them. they have almost opposite personalities where Victor (darker hair) is very shy and dorky but also very sweet to everyone, while Mitya mostly gives 0 fucks about what anyone thinks or says, he blurts out whatever he’s thinking and just wants to run around wild.

the story is mostly slice of life-ish but there’s also a science fiction element ^-^ Victor is obsessed with things like ghosts, aliens, etc but Mitya thinks it’s all just dumb tales.

another important character is Alyosha, Mitya’s 17-18yo brother. he doesn’t know how to talk or relate to his little brother and is kinda weirded out by him. they where very close when they were younger, but when Mitya was 2 he had an accident that Alyosha feels guilty about, and has been somehow different ever since.

he still worries about his little brother and how isolated he is, though. at the beginning of the story the two of them live alone with their grandma who does love them but has kind of a cold and distant personality. 

Alyosha was the type of kid to be considered “gifted” but now feels completely burnt out and had to repeat a grade at school. he felt so humiliated by this he eventually stopped going entirely, so he now works part time and just studies at home. he cut contact with his old classmates but he still has 2 best friends from the last few months he spent at school in the grade below, Manon and Min Na. they’re the kind of friends who just show up unannounced at his house and job, and are very involved with his family’s life.

i’ve also included Min Jie in some art, she’s Min Na’s younger cousin and comes into the story later:

i should have like character sheets and stuff for all of these OCs but i’m the kind to just jump head first into drawing/modeling lol, that's why i included all these finished illustrations.

i really wanna publish this comic, i’ve been working on it for a long time and i’m currently waiting for the results of a public funding application here in my country to decide what i'll do next.

hope this could be of interest (^人^) thanks for the ask!

[futbol16]

Mi Hermana  • Alexia Putellas

I really hope you guys like this! I’m super happy about how well the first part did and thank you to the anon that requested it!

Requests: To ‘Alexia Jr’: Awesome… possible part 2 with alexia ripping into the team about how they’ve been acting?

can we please have more of Alexia jr 😫

I love alexia jr is it possible to do a part 2? Thanks ❤🦄

Part 1 Alexia Jr

Word count: 2,8k

Since that night on the pitch with your sisters, Alexia paid more attention to the team’s interactions with you, or sometimes the lack of it. Now that she has been cleared to start working with a ball again she is around the team more often and though she still has training separate from you, she’s also a lot closer and can hear how the girls talk to you. To say she’s baffled would be an understatement and it’s only been two days since your admission about the situation. 

Although she wants nothing more than to give them an earful when it happens, you had made her promise to handle it in a mature way. You didn’t want to mess up the team dynamics even more.

 Barca’s game that following week, your sister watches you play from next to the benched players and the proud smile is hard to miss. However, cameras that were supposed to be on you at this moment as you dive down the length of the field with the ball at your feet, are on Alexia instead who’s wearing that pleased look. It’s wrong of them to focus on her when you’re in the midst of showing exactly why you’re in Barca’s first team. 

She cheers loudly with the rest of the girls as the ball is chipped over the goalkeeper and you nod towards the fans, your hand above your eyes as if you were shielding them from the sun, almost like you were saluting the crowd. Your signature celebration. 

That prideful glint in Alexia’s eyes turns into disappointment when she notices that none of your teammates celebrate with you or congratulate you. She does however feel a slight sense of relief when she sees Mapi clapping in her position, far back on your side of the field. The brunette’s jaw clenches at the lack of support you’re receiving from your team after each and every good pass or chance on goal, she is beyond saddened. 

It’s only moments later when just as you receive the ball from Patri the defender on the other team comes in fast and takes your legs out. The air time you get before harshly landing on your side is something Alba would joke about but when you don’t immediately get up your sister realizes this could be serious. While you lay there for a bit, gripping the grass for a second to take your mind off the searing pain in your ankle, the defender gets her yellow card. 

Still, Mapi is the only one coming to check on you near the left side of the pitch. 

Once again, Alexia is grateful that her best friend is looking out for her little sister but she feels like the rest of the girls have let you and her down at the same time, she expected more of them. She shot up to her feet the instant you were tackled and she had leant forward wanting to see more and make sure you were okay. You slowly get up though, thankfully, assuring Mapi and the referee that you’re good to continue playing. Your sister plops back in her seat with a long exhale of worry and Marta, who’s sat next to her sends her a reassuring smile. 

Eventually the match comes to an end and you wander off the field with a 5-1 victory, shaking the hands of the opposition as you do. Most of the girls have already ran off towards the bench, no doubt wanting to see your sister and your thoughts are proved to be true when you look in the direction. Alexia’s eyes connect with your own and though she holds a bright expression, happy for the team, there’s a look in her eyes that you don’t quite recognize. 

Paula swings an arm over your shoulders, the Levante player a good friend of yours from the national team. You look over at her, noticing the way she purses her lips in thought and you nudge her to start talking.

“Do they always just leave you like that?” she voices her thoughts as she watches your teammates interact with your sister. Not one of them had clapped your back after the final whistle was blown even though they’ve done it to each other. You shrug at her.

“Most of them.” the sympathetic look she gives you is one that makes you regret answering the question and you bid her goodbye as your team starts their way towards the changing room. 

You’re rather surprised to find Alexia waiting for you in front of the door and you give her a questioning look before she pulls you into a hug.

“You were so good out there hermana, I’m so proud of you” she tells you sincerely as she rubs a hand over your back and you sink further into her embrace.

“Gracias Ale” your voice is muffled by her shoulder but she presses a kiss to your forehead nonetheless. “Are we gonna go in or..?” 

“Sí, but I’m going to talk to them and-”

“Ale, no” you plead with her, shaking your head rapidly. “Not now please, we just won I don’t want them to be upset because of me” 

She stares at you for a second, her eyebrows furrowing and her signature frown on her face, but she gives in with a sigh. Even in times like this when you were so deeply hurt you put others’ feelings above your own.

“Vale, not today, but I will and you won’t get to stop me then” she holds the back of your head as she explains, bringing you into another quick hug. “They need to know what they’re doing is cruel” 

You roll your eyes at her wording, but nod along as you open the door and walk in with your sister behind you. 

“Good game chicas” you clap your hands only to be met with silence until one of them looks up and squeals at Alexia’s arrival. 

You thought most of them already had their fair share of time with her outside but even now they surround her, turning a blind eye to your presence. 

With another huff you get changed quickly and shove the last of your things into your backpack. Alexia tries but fails at hiding her annoyance at the team’s behavior and when she sees you about to exit she shrugs off the rest of the girls lingering around and with a half-sincere apology she’s out the door.

Patri stares at the now closed door in confusion. “What just happened?” 

“I don’t know, but nice goal you scored today” Aitana shrugs as she praises the brunette. Patri looks at her.

“I didn’t score a goal.” 

“Yes you did.” Some of the girls turn to the two as they continue.

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did, the 40th minute! Don’t you remember?” Aitana looks to the others for confirmation but they shrug.

“That wasn’t Patri, it was Y/N’s goal” Mapi corrects the two, angrily gritting through her teeth. 

“Oh” 

“Yeah, oh” the blonde bites back.

“Mapi-” Ingrid tries but is cut off by Nuria.

“What about the one after half time?”

“That was also Y/N” Irene joins, wondering just how blind the girls have been. Nothing more is said as the girls go back to changing, sensing the obvious tension in the air. 

The next day you have recovery day with the team and as you finish up the last of it you enter the locker room to find most of the team there already. They pay you no mind as you take a seat, though as the minutes tick by Pina finally looks up from her phone. 

“Y/N!” you’d be stupid to think she’s happy because she’s noticed you. “Alexia is coming today, right?”

“Yeah, she said she would!” Bruna adds excitedly and more of the girls turn to you, waiting for an answer.

“Yep, a bit later though” you confirm, not meeting any of their eyes as you change your socks.

“She must be here already then, no?” you glance up at that, sighing at the eager expressions you’re met with. “Could you get her? You know she will come in earlier if it’s her sister asking.” Jana’s words are accompanied with nods from around the room and as you stand with an annoyed huff you only hear one voice thanking you. 

You wander down the corridors towards where your sister was just finishing her rehab session but as you walk the hallways you can’t help but get lost in your thoughts again. 

You didn’t understand what more you had to prove to the team to be accepted by them, to not be as transparent. It seemed that no matter what you did they were only interested in you when it was about your sister. Alexia this, Alexia that. Will we get to see Alexia today? Is Alexia going to be at the game? It’s never, hey Y/N how are you? Or a simple bon dia. Nothing.

You did worry less about your performance however. 

Before, you had compared your every touch of the ball to the way your sister would have done it, wondering if the way you were playing would be even close to her excellence. But the number of times your name has appeared on the scoresheets assures you that you were definitely doing something right, you weren’t only here because of who your sister is. 

You patiently wait outside the gray door after knocking and soon one of the physios greets you with a smile. 

“Hola, is Alexia here?” you ask, politely smiling at him. He nods as he lets you into the room, having recognized you.

“Someone’s genes are strong” he lowly whistles as you approach your sister but the two of you only send him another nod, eyebrows raised. 

“Estás bien, pequeña? Why are you looking for me?” the brunette looks down at you with a tilt of her head.

 “The girls told me to come get you, they wanna see you” you inform her as you lean into her side, needing some comfort from your older sister. Her nails graze the skin of your arm as she lightly moves her hand up and down.

“But I would’ve come anyway” she furrows her eyebrows, sighing at the way her team was behaving. You shrug at her, not saying more. Thankfully her session did just end and so the two of you walk back the way you’ve come and you tell her about how recovery has been before you get to the entrance of the locker room. Alexia abruptly stops in front of the door, effectively stopping you from reaching for the handle as she holds onto your shoulders.

“Why don’t you get that ankle of yours checked out, have it strapped.” she gestures to the ankle you’ve hurt during yesterday’s game. You study her for a second before agreeing and with a kiss on her cheek you leave towards the physios. She didn’t want you hearing what she would come next. Alexia exhales as you round the corner and disappear out of her sight before pushing the door in and entering. 

Enthusiastic yells are soon silenced by the look on her face. She’s wearing a hard scowl, her jaw set and fists clenched. Her eyes are sharp as she looks over the people in front of her, Mapi watching her with her own arms crossed over her chest. She has been waiting for this moment, wondering just how long your sister would wait before going off on the team. 

The team holds their breath as Alexia takes a ragged breath, they’ve never seen her so angry.

“What the fuck is wrong with all of you!” she explodes, and suddenly she’s forgotten all about you asking her to handle it maturely, but how could she do that when they’ve been hurting her baby sister?  Her pent up aggression comes out as she starts, many of the girls’ eyes widening at her tone. 

“What you’ve been doing to my sister is unacceptable! The way you’ve been behaving makes me question if we are a team!” She rages on, making sure to hold eye contact with each and every person as she catches her breath. A second later multiple voices ring out as they try to argue her words but she’s having none of it.

“Enough!” she shouts, a slap echoing throughout the room as she smacks the surface of the door with a spare shirt. They stand, like soldiers waiting for what would come next, beyond frightened by their captain’s rage. “I have seen enough. I have heard enough. You guys, all of you treat Y/N like she’s nothing! Not an ounce of respect in you for her, any of you!” her eyes connect with Mapi, assuring her that she’s not included in this. She had, after all, been the only one to treat you like a person. 

“What does someone have to do to prove their worth? To be included? You all throw her away like she’s some useless rag and I will not have that, especially not when it’s my little sister.” she takes a breath to calm down, her head pounding from all the frustration she just let out and the remaining still in her. The girls cower back into their seats as they realize how they’ve been acting towards you.

 “I am beyond disappointed in this team for making a teammate, you hear that? A teammate feels worthless, because you’ve neglected her even when she’s doing everything in her power to satisfy you all.” 

“I agree, she’s done nothing but show how good she is on the field.” Irene adds that though Alexia is not looking for anyone’s approval, far beyond the point of caring, nevertheless, she does give the woman a nod for backing her up.

“She is insanely talented, without question better than I was at her age. She’s got the passing accuracy down to the millimeters, she shoots goals like no one else on this team and dios mío, she can dribble past all ten players and then finish perfectly!” Alexia throws her hands up in exasperation. 

“She does get us a lot of goals.” Claudia admits quietly.

“And she’s super good at outsmarting defenders” Jana agrees, having experienced your skills firsthand.

 “Yes she's a great player, but she's also a person with feelings and all of you have been ignoring that part.” Your sister concludes as the girls look down shamefully.

“That part too.” Mapi nods, angrily chewing on a piece of gum. The team stays quiet, each of them replaying their interactions with you and chastising themselves for how harsh they’ve been, how uncaring they were.

“We’re really sorry” a chorus of voices say and Alexia nods at that in understanding, finally unclenching her fists.

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to” she shakes her head, flashing the team another disappointed look. “Tomorrow, one by one -I'll make sure, you will all apologize to her. I want actual sorrys not half-assed ones because I asked you to.” she points through the girls who eagerly nod at her, many of them already thinking of ways to show you how much they regret their behavior.

The midfielder does not say goodbye as she slams the door behind her to punctuate all she’s said, though she did make sure to let Mapi know she doesn’t blame her too. 

By the time Alexia gets to the physios room you’re already putting your shoe back on, animatedly conversing with the physio who’s sharing his own stories just as enthusiastically. She smiles at the interaction, happy to see you content even after a day of people ignoring you, people who were supposed to be your friends.

You jump in your seat in surprise when her hand squeezes your shoulder, but you hop off the table with another beaming smile. You wave goodbye to the physio before holding onto Alexia’s waist as you exit the training facility, herself pressing a kiss into your hair.

“Alba and I are taking you out for sushi tonight.” she informs you with a smile as you sit in the driver’s seat of her car. You were still adamant on not letting her drive, you didn’t want her to hurt her knee in any way.

“How come?” 

“We’ve just missed you and besides, sushi is always good” she chuckles when you nod.

“Yeah and I’m always hungry” you cast a glance her way as you pull out of the parking lot of the Estadi Johan Cruyff.

 “And I’ve missed you guys too” you admit, a confession that warms your sister's heart. Of course the three of you have seen each other almost everyday, especially you and Alexia, but you missed hanging out with them. You missed how peaceful your mind was when you were with your family. 

Alexia stares ahead at the road as you drive the two of you home, forever grateful to have sisters like you and Alba. And you’re forever grateful for your big sisters, both who’d protect and love you no matter what.

It was now only your team’s job to recognize just how much they’ve hurt you and try to rebuild their relationships with you. No one was going to cross you again, not if Alexia could have a say in it.

[luffyvace]

Hello ~~~ hope your day is going well so I was wondering if I could please Nami ,Robin,Boa,Vivi x male reader that has the mizu mizu no mi also known as water water no mi. Some headcanons please. Thank have💗💗 a amazing day!!!

hiii! Yes it is!! Thank you! <3 how’s yours dearest?

a op girl fan I see~ (me too😍)

wow mizu mizu is a very broken and op devil fruit! Love this topic! No problem and you have an awesome day love!

🪴Nami🍊

in all honesty?

your 100% gonna have to protect this girl. 💥💥

Obviously she has clima tact and can protect herself but dang you the man of the relationship 😜😜

you got it right baby boy? 😚😚

yeahh you do 💋

You have a MAD broken devil fruit so there’s no weaknesses for you

thats like legendary luck man

peak luck.

nami always ends up falling somehow (sometimes into water—poor girl) so this is the perfect power to save her

you can probably manipulate water so you easily move the water out the way

cuz if there’s no water you can’t drown right? 🙏

or maybe you use it to carry her back on to land

although she’d prefer if you moved it

its less scary

”wait til I get back here with m/n! He’s gonna kick your butt!!”

- nami says while running away from a strong enemy

of course she could do it but it’s the same thing how she always calls for luffy

now she calls for you 💗

she feels really special to have such a strong boyfriend

and ultimately protected

she always has a little smirk on her face when other pirates try to throw you into water to drown you only for you to start. swimming.

they’re reactions is hilarious !! 😂😂👌

definitely favors you over the rest of the strawhats men (of course! she loves you🧡)

📘Nico Robin📖

Robin is certainly intrigued!

she asks you all sort of questions such as where did you find the fruit? How much water can you control? Can you swim? Is there any side affects? You really don’t have any weaknesses? Can I see you use it in action? Can you only control it, or generate it too?

yeah she’s very curious ☺️

your devil fruits are polar opposites but you two make a powerful duo!

pirates have learned to stay away from you two for sure

its actually very good that your powerful considering the world government tryna get yo girl! 😤

protect Robin!! 💪💪😾

obviously she strong so she can protect herself 😍😍🙏

and hey we like that here 😘

but I will say she was very appreciative after you saved her back in enies lobby

you likely drowned all those ships that were sent

you comforted her about the buster call situation after all was said and done

that moment truly brought you two closer together

she was hesitant to leave you in the first place but she wanted to keep you safe even more than that

Of course she has the strawhats

but your the only one she loves on such a deep level

On a romantic level, she couldn’t loose you.

silly Robin, you would sweep government off they’re feet before they could even think about hurting either of you. ☺️💖

and you will if they ever try again

💗Boa Hancock💗

Boa adores you in every which way

your more than capable of handling business yourself

(wait real quick I just realized m/n is the definition of standing on business 🗿💪😼)

even so Boa doesn’t want you to lift so much as a finger

the second a threat comes within a 15 meter radius of you (farther if your on the island of women currently) they’ve been turned into stone

or pierced by a million arrows fired by the Kuja clan

which I mean, again—if your on the island of women I doubt that’ll need to happen since your surrounded by sea kings and thousands of women ready to lay they’re lives on the line for you—Hancock’s one and only love

So you probably hardly get to use your powers unless you leave

like if your a warlord or need/want to go out for whatever reason you may have

because I assure you, you have all you could ever want at your palace

then yeah you’ll probably end up using them more as you fight alongside Hancock

if you wanna go out n such she’ll 100% understand tho

she could never say no to you ☺️😚😚

you’ll probably leave more often if your a pirate with your own crew

because otherwise she wants you on hers

Which i’m sure you wouldn’t mind 💕

when the marines try to come and talk to your girlfriend or you and you know it’ll annoy her—you make waves to send the ship away 😂😂

she appreciates this and kisses you on the cheek for it every time

”ah! Thank you my sweet m/n!” *chuu* “I appreciate it honey!” 💋😊😊

👑Neferatari Vivi🐥

WAIT THIS BEING YOUR DEVIL FRUIT WITH VIVI IS SO PERFECT

NONNY YOUR A GENIUS 💥💪😎

this literally solves everything!!

Let’s say you can generate water right? Now everyone can have some!!

the drought problem is over!!

or if you can’t generate but can control it, you can take it over from the ocean!

you know what- at this point she likely falls in love with you after finding out you can do that/the one who did

not to be typical

but I mean I said after

thats just when she meets you

she loves how kind you are and the fact that you’ve saved her people!

she’s so thankful!

you likely get promoted to a high ranking if you stay in alabasta

but if you don’t she tells you to come visit again for sure! your always welcome!

congrats m/n! Your a hero!

if you have a big rep as a pirate you could possibly become a admiral if you accept :)

because vivi and her dad definitely spread good around on your name after all you’ve done for them!

if you were a strawhat when she met you, you solved the situation way faster and helped luffy beat crocodile!

Your literally his ultimate weakness 😂😂💪

but since m/n is vivi s/o in these hcs you obviously get together

dang since you gonna marry vivi (bc you surely will💗) y’all gon be queen and king!!

you finna be a KING dawg!

(Like the one you are)

common m/n w 😎🙏

you rightfully deserve the position after all you’ve done

happy marriage y’all 💙

keep your girl safe bc I know your more than able to <3

I loooove these hcs!! I’m so happy I got to write more for these girls and my first time writing for vivi!

this actually makes me wanna write for them more…heavy on boa and vivi they so FIIIIINE they don’t get talked about enough 😔

hehe anyways enjoy precious anon~

[7waystreet]

hi everyone ♡ LEGACIES ch.9 will be out next week ^.^

it took me a while to write this bcuz after LEGACIES ch.8 was published, some readers were unhappy with how y/n was so kind to kth and so easy to forgive him (same with how she's moving past her issues with pjm and jjk without really putting up a "fight"). i think some ppl want or expect y/n to get revenge back on them for more of an "enemies to friends" vibe but i want to share in detail why i've chosen not to do this:

both y/n and the boys have realized with time how she is NOT like them. that's the whole point.

1. the legacies express negative emotions thru revenge or "action" (for ex. jjk's anger via destroying her watch, pjm's defeat via the shower confrontation he pulls, kth's unresolved grief via the poem fiasco) but y/n deals with negative emotions thru "inaction" (for ex. distancing herself from them, ignoring them until she has time to process her feelings). it doesn't make sense for her to scheme elaborate plans to enact revenge bcuz that is not in her inherent nature

2. y/n understands the legacies are untouchable and that she holds no power to make any impact against them at the uni even if she does try to get revenge with "action". this is apparent from the poem fiasco and this is also why i've included pjm's dad as a reoccurring character, bcuz she learns these things right off the bat with all of the interactions she's had with him. she convinces mr. park to allow pjm to dance by simply using impactful speech, and yes, she could've easily been evil and made pjm's life worse by feeding complaints abt him to his dad, but again, she's mentioned multiple times to pjm how she is NOT like him

3. y/n's strength is her ability to voice her opinions. the theme i've enjoyed incorporating in this story is that rational words > inherent privilege. an idea can sometimes change lives more than the influence of money. she doesn't have to "do" anything except confront the boys with her style of banter or simply share her thoughts thru a convo. she forces the boys to think abt their feelings and reflect on their actions, which is something no one's ever pushed them to ever do. we see jjk respecting her for this and doing a 180 with his malicious intentions, pjm easing up on her after she verbally discourages him from hurting others and focusing on himself instead, and kth only agrees to seek help for his fucked up behavior when he experiences her compassion, which he's never gotten before in that raw way, esp from someone he's brutally wronged. she holds up the mirror for them to look at themselves and encourages them to become self sufficient for their own happiness, instead of making others miserable for their own joy

at the end of the day, all four of them are just college kids figuring themselves out, and they have personal trauma which they have potential to bond over. y/n and kth have lost a loved one while her and jimin have troubled parental relationships, which is why she is able to care for them quicker, as deep down, she can relate. she's been a bit tougher on jjk as they're the same age, total opposites of one another, and don't have a lot in common, so its a slightly diff arc

sorry for rambling, but i had to get this out! i hope you look fwd to the next ch. releasing this week ♡ — with love, ae-mi

[deliciouscollectorcrusadestuff]

I like how people from the Hazbin hotel community identify Jax as simple as another angel dust while that is proven not to be the case if you know the both natures of both character.

The only thing that I've seen people make in common is that they have the same voice actor which means they have to be the same right?

No not really, it's one of the things I've said about mis characterization. If they were the same character I don't think angel dust would legit place himself in a position in the porn industry or anything like that.

He wouldn't place himself in a position that would make him feel emotions that he's not handled to feel.

Angel dust wouldn't be cursing nearly 24/7, stuff like that.

I'm also baffled on how they compare a character from a full season to a character that isn't really done or has there own episode to shine really.

If you really want to compare what would be a good comparison with Jax, knowing all that we know from him, I think a good comparison for him is this.

him being emotionally repressed, the fact that he possibly might have lived in a distance urban area, (gooseworkx mentioning on a farm is something I'm still holding on to), his implied relationship with his parents, (I got that from the statement that Jax hasn't been hugged in a long time and for the fact that he possibly have a drug addict habit that we don't know the context of.) And the fact that he would actually use 4chan. (I'm not dissing anyone that use it, I myself had used it in the past so I think I know a bit.)

The best character I feel like would be an actuate comparison would be the opposite side of her.

They both meanices to society in their own way, they both don't really have good social cues with people and like to head action first, they are both implied to be chronic online people. Either by choice or not.

Stuff like that, this is one of my safe bet when it comes to comparing both character. I'm not really into Hazbin hotel so I do not know that much but from what I've seen by talking with other people who had watched the franchise. This is something I would like to point out.

What would you guys thought on this?

[heartkaji]

[ ★ ⸻ @gojoracle ]

★ OVERVIEW

hi maru !! your ask was such a good read, your oc’s personality is rlly interesting. i was also surprised to see you asked for loki ?? he’s so underrated omg 💔 anyways, i feel like sakura and loki are pretty similar in the sense that they’d give off nearly the same first impression : distant & reserved. tbh if you ask me i can imagine them being rivals to an extent. not exactly, but i feel like sakura would be distrustful and really cautious about loki at first. she doesn’t buy his kind facade and is convinced he’s wearing some sort of mask. loki can sense how sakura is always trying to get a read on him and i can imagine him being almost playful about it, doing things to mislead her perception of him (think of how suo from winbre might do that cuz that’s exactly what i’m imagining). either way, they both find each other very interesting and make for an unexpected couple💘

Q1 — WHO FELL FIRST, WHO FELL HARDER ?

sakura fell first. it’s something she never saw coming too. like i said she’s not too fond of loki, she’s usually good at reading people but to her loki is just different. it’s like when she thinks he’ll do one thing, he does the exact opposite. i can imagine sakura getting to a point where she’s almost obsessed with getting a read on him—she begins to fixate on his habits and mannerisms, and soon starts to pick up on little things about him : the way he absolutely refuses to drink from a teacup without a saucer, or how he carries those mini tissue packs in his short pockets, or how he seems to squint whenever he’s on his phone. after some more observing, she finds herself growing almost fond of him, though his nearly teasing comments never fail to snap her out of it . sakura doesn’t even realize when she’s fallen in love with loki. all she knows is that when loki accuses her of staring with a knowing grin on his face, she find herself almost struggling to say no

julian falls harder. at the beginning of your relationship i can imagine sakura being the avoidant type. she leaves him on delivered for hours simply because her chest aches at the idea of responding. she has no idea why either. even though at this point the two have warmed up to each other, sakura remains somewhat distant to a degree. that, combined with how sakura seeems to show a strange warmth to certain people like shidou never fails to confuse loki. he wonders why she won’t look at him with that soft and familiar gaze either, despite them being a couple. its impossible to notice, but it makes loki go crazy. he turns into a full fledged simp. buying her flowers and expensive jewelry, showering her with affection in all sorts of love languages, etc. julian does all this with the hope that he can get sakura to open up to him a little bit faster, but fortunately for him it’s slowly but surely working 💘

Q2 — AT WHAT MOMENT DID THEY FALL IN LOVE ?

the first time he saw sakura laugh !! she’s asked him this question and that’s what he said, he’s so cheesy my god 😭 at this point in time the two already have some sort of affection towards each other. feelings if you will, though both of them would deny that if you asked 🤦‍♀️ like i said, i can imagine loki being a tease suo style and please bear with me when i say that as a flirt this man is the BIGGEST cornball 😭😭 he thinks he’s so slick and suave with his one liners but whenever karasu and the other members overhear him they side eye each other 🚶‍♂️also trust me when i say that shidou and charles mock him behind his back 😭 they call him the rizzlèr (notice the french) and everything. ANYWAYS, loki hardly flirts. it’s mostly subtle teasing, but as the two sort of grow on each other he (sadly) becomes more comfortable using pick up lines on her. sakura was practicing dribbling one day when julian walked in. he watched her play for a while until she mis-kicked the ball and it rolled straight towards him. he picked up the ball and with his whole chest he said,

“do you play soccer ? because you’re a keeper.”

sakura grabbed another soccer ball lying on the pitch and promptly shot it at his face.

!! it was worth it though. his nose was aching from the shot and he was rubbing at his eyes but his ears perked up at the sound of her laugh. it’s a quiet giggle accompanied by a few snorts, but julian thought it was the prettiest thing he’d ever heard. at that moment his chest felt warm and suddenly the ache of his nose couldn’t compare to the ache in his heart 💓

Q3 — AT WHAT MOMENT DID YOU FALL IN LOVE ?

like i said, sakura fell first. it was definitely a gradual thing though; i can imagine her slowly becoming swayed by julian’s subtle teasing and witty remarks. at first she shoots all sorts of sharp comebacks at him but soon her comebacks become flustered stammers 💔 poor thing, she’s frustrated and wants to rip his head off and loki’s subtle grin isn’t helping matters at all ☹️ he’s such a bastard and sakura should hate him but for some reason her chest feels warm ?? and her cheeks too ?? she definitely panics at the feeling and tells shidou and charles about it and they tell her she’s in love but she’s so quick to deny it 🤦‍♀️ she’s in denial for DAYS and shidou and charles hate it. like she can’t be this dense ?? they make it a point to tease her by calling loki her boyfriend and lover but when she doesn’t deny it they know they’ve caught her red handed 🤞 shidou also makes sakura say that she likes julian out loud or else he’ll call him and tell loki himself but hey that’s between you and me !!

>> 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 <<

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[thedirtybeanlife]

Hey honey:) i really don't know if you're taking requests at the moment but if you do i have one. Maybe something like Ghost and his foreign gf and he hears her talk in her native language on the phone or smtg for the first time and he takes like an interest in the language? something along that way☺️ (sorry for my bad english)

btw have a nice day 🦋

(Hello darling! I absolutely loved this!! I tried my best as an English speaker to do good with it, so I apologize if it's not good but here you go! 🥰 you have an amazing day as well!🫶🫶)

Mi Amor

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: one brief hardly nsfw joke

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Captain Price had called our team into our designated conference room for a briefing on our upcoming mission in Las Alams. Ghost of course was the first one to get there, ten minutes early like he normally did. Gaz and Price had come in next, all of them impatiently waiting for Soap and I, who were about five minutes late due to our arguing over who got the last waffle. After getting chewed out by Price as I scarfed down my rightfully earned waffle, we started.

“Alright you four, the mission’s simple. You meet up with Special Forces leader Colonel Vargas to take out some remaining cartel members. Soap and Ghost will clear the warehouse with Rodolfo while Gaz, Alejandro, and (callsign), clear out the safe houses three klicks down. Any questions?”

Everyone gave their varying response of ‘no’, which led to Price sending us off to gather our gear and get ready for the helicopter.

The ride to Las Almas felt like it lasted for eternity with Soap’s constant talking and the sounds from Gaz’s Nintendo Switch that he somehow convinced Price to let him bring in his pack. Ghost, as usual, sat in the far corner, silent as ever. In the last few minutes before we landed, Soap had managed to somehow spill his entire bag onto the floor, hastily cleaning it up. He stood up with his now zipped pack just as the door opened to let us out.

“Alright, team. Let's kick some war crime committing ass!” I cheered gleefully, strutting off the plane with my gear on, bag, and pistol; excited to meet the infamous duo my team spoke so highly of. Soap and Gaz were quick to follow, Ghost of course a few feet behind, always feeling the need to hide in the shadows for as long as he possibly could.

In front of our small group stood Alejandro and Rodolfo, both of them leaning against their military grade pickup truck. They stopped their conversation as they saw us approaching, polite smiles on their faces.

“Welcome back to Las Almas, hermanos! ¿Quién es esta belleza?” Alejandro asked, a smirk on his face as he very clearly let his eyes trace the length of my armor covered body.

“Los nombres Y/N. Un placer conocerlos a ambos. El jabón me ha dicho mucho sobre ustedes, muchachos.” I smiled up at him offering my hand for him to shake, then doing the same to Rodolfo.

“No me dijeron que el 141 tenía su propia diosa de habla hispana.” Alejandro teased, slinging his arm over my shoulders as he smirked at the three men standing in front of us.

“Easy Colonel Vargas.” I laughed out,” I’m only Ghost’s diosa.” I flashed my wedding ring, making Gaz snort.

I looked over at ghost who was staring right back at me, head cocked to the side, the fabric covering his mouth shifting as his lips parted to speak.

”You speak fuckin’ Spanish?” Soap interrupted, loud and brash as usual.

“I was born in Chile boys. Of course I speak Spanish.”

After a few minutes of small talk and going over where we’d be going, all of us piled into the car and left the air strip. Alejandro drove, while Rudy sat in the passenger seat. Soap and Gaz sat in the back, while Ghost and I sat in the bed of the truck. We sat on opposite sides, legs resting against the other’s. It was silent for the first half of the drive until he nudged my thigh with his boot making me look up at him.

“Why didn't I know you could speak Spanish?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Simon. I speak English more than anything so I never bothered mentioning it. I’m pretty rusty with it anyway.”

“I… Can you.. nevermind.” he turned to look back at the disappearing road, clearly struggling to express what he was feeling. But I knew. I could always read the man like a book, ever since the day I met him.

“Oh my God! You think it's hot don't you!” a large grin spread across my face as I sat up from my slouched position.

“Negative.” he grumbled, head lowering to avoid my gaze.

“Yeah, Okay. Cuando lleguemos a casa, tengo unas palabras que creo que te encantarán.”

“If I understand correctly, is that so, Love?” I could see his lips pull into a smirk under his mask

“afirmativo.” I smirked, playfully winking before opening the back window of the truck and repeatedly tapping Gaz to annoy him, only for him to forcefully poke me in the forehead and send me flying into Ghost.

Gaz let out a loud laugh and slammed the window shut again while Simon let out a small grunt and the smallest chuckle as he caught me.

“You're going to be the death of me.” He placed a quick discreet kiss to the side of my head and gently shoved me back to my side of the truck.

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately, yes I do.” the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled at me making me giggle quietly.

The sound of the window sliding open and the truck slowing made me look to my left to see Soap looking back at us.

“We're walking the rest of the way, let’s go lovebirds.” he sticks his tongue out which made Ghost mumble under his breath. Something about 'Scottish brainless humor’?

I let out another laugh as I hopped over the side of the truck, reaching back in after landing on the ground to grab my bag. I pulled out everything I needed before throwing it back in and covering it with the tarp that i had been sitting on. We all readjusted our gear and loaded our guns, going over the plan one more time before we started on our separate ways.

Just as I started walking with Gaz, a large hand pulled my shoulder back making me turn around and come face to chest with Simon.

“One more sentence.” he whispered, his hand cradling my face, the metal of his wedding ring cold on my warm cheek.

“Vuelve a mí vivo, mi amor.” I leaned up and placed a kiss onto the nose of his skull mask.

“You too, Love.” he rested his forehead against mine and let out a quiet sigh before pulling away and walking over to his group.

I walked over to Gaz, who immediately started making kissing noises and making fun of me. Alejandro laughed and joined in making me groan and pick up my pace.

This was going to be a long mission.

Translations:

hermanos- brothers

¿Quién es esta belleza?- Who is this beauty?

Los nombres Y/N. Un placer conocerlos a ambos. El jabón me ha dicho mucho sobre ustedes, muchachos.- The names Y/N. A pleasure to meet you both. Soap has told me a lot about you guys.

No me dijeron que el 141 tenía su propia diosa de habla hispana.- They didn't tell me that 141 had its own Spanish-speaking goddess.

diosa- goddess

Cuando lleguemos a casa, tengo unas palabras que creo que te encantarán.- When we get home, I have a few words that I think you'll love.

afirmativo- affirmative

Vuelve a mí vivo, mi amor.- Come back to me alive, my love.