#as you can see i did nothing about backgrounds or shoes because i was tired and details are always inconsistent with me

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

some doodles for @sunnyys-jarss roommate au that were done over the course of the month...

(if you see inconsistencies in art style or mistakes hush no you don't these were done over the course of several different lunch breaks-)

edit: I WAS GONNA POST THIS NEXT WEEK BUT THIS IS FOR THE LOVELY FANART THEY MADE ME SO- aherm

anyways

(hush they're watchin a movie)

anyways yea just a couple quick things cuz their au is great! if you haven't checked it out already do so, they've got a cool ask blog at @ask-the-atwr-au!

#crappy doodles #not my au #ahaha #these are really badly done sorry #as you can see i did nothing about backgrounds or shoes because i was tired and details are always inconsistent with me #but anyways yea here's the guys for ya! #sorry if they came out a lil wonky i'm still tryna figure out how to draw them #(the way i drew ruin in the second one doesn't sit right with me...) #(and i know it's probably not cannon but i just like drawing sun looking absolutely dead and eclipse just LIVID) #(pov you weren't allowed to drive to the store and the driver is abt to crash into a tree or smthn) #anyways uhh #yea!

[maneaterss]

hi ! can you make an angst fic with neymar where it turns into smut ?

pairing: neymar jr x insert

summary: you and neymar get into an argument and he's determined to show you he cares.

cw: obvious angst and smut, dom/sub viewpoint, fluff at the end if you squint.

authors note: lawddd i been waiting for this moment. my two fav genres AND neymar😭😭 this might be a little short.

-

he called out your name as he entered your shared house, oh-so tired. he searched around the house for you- desperately wanting to hold you until you both fell asleep. he entered the bedroom to be greeted with an empty bed- wondering where you could've been because it was only 7pm. he heard shuffling in your shared bathroom and we greeted with a singular glance from you before you went back to applying various makeup products to your face.

he could sense you were bother by something as you rummaged through your makeup bag. he placed both of his hands on your hips- nimble fingers running up and down the silk fabric that hugged your body. a short black dress started at your chest and ended mid thigh, your back was almost fully exposed to him except for two strings that crossed- holding the silk onto your body. "você está linda bebê." he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, making you shiver, "tell me what wrong pretty girl."

you wanted to keep it short and simple with him seeing as your plan was to ignore how angry you were tonight and then not care about it by the time you wakeup tomorrow. you honestly just wanted to enjoy this dinner with your best friends and not let neymars blindness to your feelings affect you. "nothing." you said- shrugging him off as you walked to your closet to find a pair of heels to wear, neymar trailing close behind.

"where are you going?"

the audacity. "out with my friends." you stared straight at your jimmy choos because you knew if you focused on his hot breath on your ears you would give in to him and let him have his way with you tonight- but your self respect wouldn't let you.

neymar furrowed his brows behind you and readjusted so he was facing you, searching your face for something. "y/n i havent been able to see you for two days, why cant you stay home tonight?"

you wanted to laugh, genuinely in disbelief. "you were able to come home. you didn't, that was your choice."

he thought back on his drunk call at eleven pm, loud music in the background and him yelling into the speakerphone something about how he went to a party immediately after his game and wouldn't be home until later the next night cause he had practice and then meetings all day- not even waiting for your response before he hung up- you remembered it to but you also recalled how you were worrying for six hours until you got that call.

"im here now. you're upset that i was here last night but im here now and you don't even care to stay." his eyes were staring deep into yours. he didn't even apologize.

"i don't know why you act like you're the only one in the relationship who has a life!" your voice was raises now, "like my job is to sit here all day and wait for you. you were supposed to be home well before five and i was calling and texting you- you called me at eleven drunk."

"im sorry." he mocked, "i was with my friends and we got carried away- we were having fun." he spoke honestly but it all came out so condescendingly.

all you could imagine was neymar dancing with some perfect girl who probably wouldn't yell at him for being home late and would sit around all day and wait for him to come home. "yea im sure your 'friend' was having lots of fun with you."

once he picked up on your insinuations, a less upset expression was on his face- instead his face turned completely serious. "stop." he grabbed your wrist, placing your shoes back into their place in the closet. a part of yourself hated that you abided by this, your arms turning to jelly as you let him grab a hold of you and did exactly what he said. "sit down."

of course you did just that, sitting down at the end of your bed, he let his fingers fiddle with your necklace- standing between your legs before he sank to his knees.

he pressed his first kiss to your knees, "im sorry for making you wait like that." he kissed above your knee, "im sorry that drove you crazy." his fingers slipped under the hem of you dress, pulling it over your hips.

you locked eyes as he kissed your thighs, "meu deus." you let a whimper slip past your lips as he gradually kissed closer to your heat, "so fucking perfect."

he locked his fingers around your underwear before pulling them down to your knees, where they'd drop to the floor. neymar didnt skip a beat before throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and pressing one last kiss to the inside of your thigh before licking a stripe through your folds in an attempt to spread your slickness. he flattened his tongue against you as he lapped repeatedly before sucking right where you needed him to- maintaining eye contact.

"please." you whined, and he was already removing his clothes and simultaneously untying the back of your dress- exposing your chest to the cold air.

he kept his boxers on as he laid you down as pressed. your bodys on top of one another- giving you a sloppy kiss- grunting as you bucked your hips up and sent him into a frenzy.

you should probably call your friends and cancel your plans.

-

#neymar imagine #neymar x reader #neymar x you #neymar imagines #neymar smut #neymar fluff #neymar headcanon #neymar angst #neymar jr #neymar

[literaila]

c’mere 

tasm!peter x reader 

summary: peter accidentally takes a picture of you with the flash on. 

warnings: fluff. 

a/n: i have no clue whats going on with my series at the moment so take this instead :)

*

it's not peter's fault when you turn around with wide eyes and a slightly concerned brow. 

it is not his fault when a yelp escapes your mouth and your whole body freezes. 

and it is certainly not his fault that someone forgot to turn off the flash on his camera. 

or, that's what he'll tell you. 

you open the window, mouth slightly pursed, eyes still wide. "what are you doing?" 

peter swings through before you can finish asking the question, forcing you to move back. 

before he grabs your forearm, fingers playing with the skin there, to force you closer to him. 

to push and pull and keep smiling at you like he's done nothing wrong. 

he swings his head back and forth, leaning in to you. 

he wants to kiss you, but the look on your face indicates that you would like anything but. 

it's mostly amusing. 

"did you just take a picture of me?" 

"no." peter shakes his head, purses his lips, so sure of himself. 

he doesn't let the smile slip. 

but he can still see it. 

you. sitting at your desk, writing something in a journal you never let him see, shoulders relaxed, body attuned to the beat of the music you're playing in the background. an unknowing smile on your face. 

peter already knows that it's going on the wall. 

he understood that from the moment he took it. 

"delete it," you say, quickly, removing your hands from his, your arms, so that you can cross them. 

so that you can keep a measured distance between the two of you.

"what?" he asks, frowning. "why?" 

"because. i wasn't ready." 

he laughs. holds his camera up in the air like he knows that you're going to grab it. "no way." 

"peter." 

he shakes his head at you, a small smile plastered to his face. 

he knows that you're not actually mad. but do you know that? 

you probably don't know about all of the other pictures of you in the same position, plastered somewhere on his wall where he guessed you wouldn't look. 

you've only caught him once. 

"i'll kick you out," you say, as a threat. 

but peter slides his shoes off. he drops his bag on the ground and falls onto your bed, still smiling at you, still as arrogant as ever. 

still watching you. waiting for you to break. 

this might be his favorite game. 

"your bed is so warm," he mumbles, turning over into his stomach and pushing his face into one of your pillows. 

maybe it's so that you can't see the guilt on his face. 

maybe it's so he can smell you, can trick you into climbing into bed with him. 

maybe he's just tired. 

"peter," you poke his shoulder, eyes still venomous. "why are you wearing clothes?" 

he turns around, brow raised. "sorry?" 

"no--" you sigh, head towards the ceiling like you're waiting for an answer. "i mean--where's your suit?"

"i changed." 

"why?" 

peter considers this. 

maybe he didn't want to scare you again. or did, but not like that. 

maybe he wanted to feel normal, for just a night. 

or maybe he just wanted to climb through your window. 

"couldn't let anyone see me come in." 

you tilt your head, brows softening. peter watches your face brighten right in front of him. he watches as you shift, thoughts changing, ideas forming in your head. 

you know him; you know what he means. 

he is almost taken aback by the idea. 

he is almost completely knocked out, by just the thought. 

it hurts more than any punch. 

and exhilarates him. in a strange, conscious way. 

"you've done it before," you say, a little bit softer, smoother. you sit down on the bed, still four feet away from him. "and no one's seen you." 

he smiles. "yeah." 

and leaves the answer out in the air. 

he lets it drift away to someone else's balcony. he would rather stare at you than think about any of the complexities that come with spider-man. 

he would rather stare at you than do anything else. 

"i'm not deleting that picture," he says, as if a child. "i like it." 

"you haven't even seen it." 

"i love it." 

you bite the inside of your cheek, just so peter can't watch you smile. 

it makes him laugh. 

"c'mere," he whispers, hand-stretched towards you. 

but your brow furrows again. 

your expression molds into the next, and peter tries to take a snapshot of every single moment there is of any hesitation. 

he just barely gets it all. 

"i'm not 'c'mere-ing' with you." 

peter frowns. "c'mere." 

you laugh at him now, teeth flashing in the light. eyes hidden from peter, but still so knowing. "you can't just repeat what you said and expect different results." 

"i'm insane," peter allows. "i want to cuddle with you." 

"are you going to delete the picture?" 

"never." 

you shrug. look away from him. "i've got some homework to finish." 

peter reaches out and grabs your hand. 

you allow it, for just the moment. 

"i won't do anything," he promises, softly, pretending that your skin doesn't burn him every time you move. 

"that was very convincing." 

"i just wanna look at you." 

your eyes soften if only for the way he says it. "you can do that from my bed." 

"not close enough." 

"peter." 

and if there's anything peter knows about you--you always break. 

reluctantly, but with a coercive smile on your face, you climb in next to him, crossing your legs and looking down at him. 

"not close enough," he whispers again, hand trailing up your arm and creating goosebumps down your back. 

"i'm not tired." 

"we don't have to sleep," his eyebrows raise, he stares down at your lips because they are slightly addicting. and also because he's weak. 

you nudge him, laughing. "what happened to not doing anything?" 

"i lied," he says, leaning closer. 

"i don't kiss liars." 

and peter smiles, a bit amused by every ounce of resistance you put into your words. a bit amused because he can see your eyes flicker down to his lips, a bit possessed. 

"liar," he says, and then he kisses you. 

and you don't complain. or move away. because you never do. 

peter leans up, angling himself so that you're almost on top of him. 

his hand goes around your waist, to the center of your back, slightly dragging as it urges to feel every inch of your skin. 

the other goes to your face, holding you as close to him as possible. thumb feeling the twinge of your cheek as you smile. 

which peter can feel because he's kissing you. 

his heart sighs at the gesture. 

"peter," you whisper, lips still on his, the word going straight to his stomach and swirling around. 

he doesn't answer. merely kisses you harder. 

you almost laugh. 

he leans up even more, the hand on your back moving to the parts of your thigh he can reach, gentle and softening and always seeking more. 

you just barely gasp when he flips you over, a moment in all. 

"peter," you whisper again, but it's louder. more forceful. 

"c'mere," he says, smiling against you, feeling as you wrap your hands around his neck. 

never complaining, only pretending to. 

you tilt your head up so you can keep up with him. you breathe into his mouth, not allowing an inch of distance between the two of you. 

your hands streak into his hair and peter has to fight back a groan. 

he has to pretend that this is casual. 

that this doesn't elicit a type of euphoria that words cannot describe. 

but feelings can. 

like his sore throat, taken back by the effort it takes to breathe when he's this close to you. 

like his pounding stomach, pushing and pulling and trying not to be swarmed by the rabble in his stomach. 

like the taste of your lips, the feel of your own skin, branding into his. 

like the fact that he can feel your eyes fluttering, making an effort to stay closed. 

he pulls back, just to look at you. 

just to see you some more. 

he smiles at you, traces a finger up your face, admiring the gentle creases in your skin. 

"what?" you ask him, softly, trying to hide in your own skin, for just a moment. 

but peter tilts your chin back up, he watches your eyes, waiting for the answers that he knows are there. 

"you're lovely," he whispers, as if you can't hear him. 

he says it for himself; like a reminder. like a prayer into the world, begging for more. 

"peter," you whisper, and it's all the answer. 

he kisses you again. softer. breaking free from any feelings that he's trying not to feel. 

breaking free from the pain this causes. 

swearing to himself that it only makes it better. 

he breathes onto your skin, breath hot and humid, kissing your pulse. moving down your neck so that he can taste more. 

so that you might keep mumbling into the air, saying things that he can't hear but can feel. 

so that he might elicit just another vibration from your lips. 

you push even closer to him. 

there's no resistance. 

but as soon as he wraps back up around your neck, lips choosing to fall closer to your ear, to nibble at the skin there and enjoy the way you giggle--you push up at his chest, almost squirming away from him. 

"hey," you say, and he stops. 

he looks into your eyes, pleasure morphing to concern. "you alright?" 

"i just wanna look at you." 

the words are enough to push him back onto his side. to move him so that he's facing you, close enough to taste your skin, but resisting, just so he can abide your wishes. 

"i love you," you tell him, in breathless whispers, staring into his eyes. 

he repeats it back to you, like a mockingbird. 

flying closer to you, swearing that he's never going to leave your side. 

it's not his fault, really. 

if you weren't so addicting, he might not have to. 

"peter," you say, just one last time. 

and he smiles. 

"c'mere."

*

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#tasm peter parker #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter smut #tasm!fluff #the amazing spider-man #The Avengers #The Amazing Spider Man #the amazing spider man imagine #spider-man #spider man #Andrew!Spiderman #andrew peter parker #andrew garfield #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #andrew!spiderman imagine

[misanocircuit]

[pic & Italian-English translation by me! :) in pink it's Vale speaking]

The 125 champion from Brno to the Gazzetta's telephone

Valentino's women

"You're handsome, do you have a girlfriend? What kind of underwear do you wear? Don't cut your hair!"

·

Many teenager girls wanted to talk to Rossi, asking him some risqué questions. "Want to see me up close? At the Monza Rally or at the Motor Show". Unveiled many curiosities: "My new baby brother has evicted me out of my bed: now I sleep on the sofa". "I've bought the lucky-charm turtle at the supermarket".

The supporters worried for the post-victory hangover. "I'm fine but I had to celebrate, no?". About the future: "I would have stayed in 125 but Aprilia has insisted. In 250 it will be hard to do the same but at least I will be able to sleep more in the morning". And there's who confesses that Rossifumi's joy has been damped by Lady Diana's death and Biaggi.

·

Valentino is tired and sleepy. The journey from Brno to the Gazzetta's telephone was long and full of insomnia. He faces the telephone with a certain amount of skepticism. But it's the fans, especially many wild young girls, who immediately wake him up.

It's Giulia Vivian, 13 y.o., from Vicenza, to start.

"Valentino, is it really you? Oh mother, what an emotion", little excitement yelps can be heard in the background.

"But, how many of you are there?".

"Four. I'll pass you Alice who's 16".

"That seems already a bit too much".

"Listen Valentino, we would like to know when you're coming here to visit us".

"I just think never. I'll go to Bologna's Motor Show, we could meet there".

"Alright, we are all going to be there with the flags and we will paint our face with your colours".

"Maybe also naked?".

"Naked? We'll see, we love you, you have a beautiful voice".

A rousing 16 y.o. whose name we are going to omitt (you'll immediately understand why...) calls from the Brescia area.

"I was about to give up. I've been trying from an hour and my father wanted me to hang up".

"Such a pain in the ass!" [literally "ball-breaker"; editor's note].

"You're right, but I can't say him that. Is it true that you will race the Monza Rally?".

"Yes, in November, let the ball-breaker bring you there".

"If he doesn't bring me, he'll see".

"Come on the first day, because on the second day I don't know if I still will be in the race".

Then the topic switches on underwear.

"I have a curiosity: what do you usually wear, slips or boxers?".

"What a question... Usually slips. And you?" .

"It depends, on Thursdays I don't wear them".

"Damn!!! Now that I think about it, the rally starts exactly on Thursday".

Francesca Testori, 15 y.o., from Como, is embarrassed.

"Sorry, I'm excited. Although we know eachother: I'm the girl who has come to your house. But you were sleeping".

"Sorry what? I don't know anything about it...".

"Yes, your mother opened the door for me and she told me you were sleeping: you know, I was on holidays in that area. Your mother is kind".

"Yes of course, such a bummer! I sleep too much".

"Listen, I want to know from you how things are with Biaggi, I've heard a lot of stuff".

"I don't like him ("me too", underlines Francesca) but I don't have any problem with him. I simply am not his supporter. Then the "bastard" journalists have exaggerated things, but we did nothing to avoid it. I don't like him... Also sexually".

"I'm Martina...".

"Colombari?".

"No, Pegoraro, I'm calling from Treviso and I'm 13. I've watched you...".

"Have I been good?".

"Yes, and how are you?" .

"I have a bit of a sore throat".

"It's been half an hour that I've been trying to call: when I heard the phone line was free I felt like if I was fainting. How is Luca doing (the baby brother that mom Stefania has recently gave birth to; Ed.)?".

"He's starting to bother. He used to eat and sleep, now he cries. And then he sleeps in my bed, while I had to move on the sofa. When he was born he weighted 4,2 kilos, he was 1,20 tall and was 42 shoe size. But he's nice".

"I've been in Tavullia two weeks ago, because I was on holidays in the area".

She hesitates.

"Sorry, my belly is trembling for the emotion".

"Don't say it, here there are all of Gazzetta's journalists, like the director and deputy director. Let's do it like this, give me your phone number and I'm going to call you".

From Como calls Giuliana Mossi, 15 y.o.: her start is languid, Valentino immediately becomes attentive.

"You know, I'm friend with Francesca, the girl who came to your house but couldn't see you and so did I...".

"Don't tell me that also this time I was sleeping because otherwise I need to shoot myself".

"No, you weren't there, you were testing at the Mugello circuit".

"Ah, then it's fine. But I bet that you've talked to my mother, nice eh? They all say this, my mom is so cool".

"I wanted to know why you chose the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle as a lucky-charm".

"When I used to race minibikes I saw one on the helmet of another rider. I liked it and I went to the Coop to buy one".

"You're so beautiful, Valentino, sooner or later I'll come by to see you in Tavullia".

"I'm waiting for you".

Another tender call.

"I'm Erica Messena, I'm 17 and I call from Brescia. Do you remember when we have met eachother? You were with Capirossi at Quelli che il calcio [an Italian sport TV show; editor's note], I took you a picture and I wanted to send it to you. I've got the address: I did everything I could to track you down, I even called the Carabinieri [Italian police force; editor's note]".

To Lorenza Gabioli, 16 y.o. from Modena, Valentino entrust the result of a lightning-quick referendum:

"How about I cut my hair?".

"I'm sorry, like this you're stupendous, especially with the pigtail".

"Thanks for the advice".

Anyway there's a shocking news coming: super short hair and breathtaking colour. All to be seen, in Barcelona.

·

[top right text translation]

The car dealer friend

"Try not to change"

Among the many phonecalls suddenly an imperious voice can be heard from the other side of the phone:

"Here is Tosi Moto from Rimini: you're a monster [it's a compliment; editor's note], many congratulations".

Valentino immediately recognises who's speaking:

"Thanks, Otello".

"No, you're the one who's special — replies the friend, a car dealer who is highly committed in the smaller categories and who has met the new champion when he was a child —. You have a lot of supporters. On Sunday in Misano, for the first final of the Sport Production: we were cheering like crazy just for you. We were 76 people inside a garage in front of the TV. It was 10 minutes before the race and nobody was getting prepared: another while and even the start would have been postponed".

"Keep going like this — adds Otello — and you'll have everyone by your side, because you really represent the sportsmen, the ones who go to race on Sundays to have fun. I've been knowing you since you were a child and I know how many things you could do, how far you could arrive because you got your head straight. The important thing is that you don't let anyone mislead you. Woes".

#motogp #valentino rossi #vr46 #motorsports #y: 1997 #luca marini #lm10 #lm97 #maro #max biaggi #125cc #1997 125cc championship #newspaper #this took me a long ahh time #the biaggi part took me out lol #if you like this I'm gonna do a part 2 because there's another part!

[mmc-veronica]

A≒A'≠A - A’ English Translation

Trigger warnings: Death and suicidal ideations

UM. so i finished this quicker than i thought i would. THERES A LOT OF STUFF HAPPENING IN THIS TRACK… i did translate/format half of this on my phone so sorry if its a bit wonky 😭 when i first listened to this i remember being kind of like “?????” lol… also i.. have not proofread this so sorry for any mistakes. anyways, translation under the cut!

Hello? Honey? It’s Etan~

Actually today I have a feeling that I can get home early today, so maybe we can see each other soon~...

Eh?! For real? Then let’s just meet up somewhere… by the way, where are you right now?

Oh, oh, then that would be closer to Tokyo Station.

I’ll be there in forty secon… no that might be impossible, but I’ll be finished with work in five minutes so wait for me somewhere, or you can just go ahead and meet me at my place, that might be a bit more convenient!

Alright! If you get there before me, feel free to make yourself comfortable! Then I’ll see you later, mwah!

It’s been a while since I’ve been this tired… Yo, yo! My Honey’s shoes are already here!

Honey~! Are you alright? Did you bump into anything? I’m home, I’m home, I’m home!

This situation where I come home and my honey’s right in front of me… Isn’t this a bit too good? It’s so priceless that my heart won’t stop racing! Hug~!

Hah… this is nice… coming home from work and being recharged with my Honey!

All my worries and stresses from today are replaced by happiness that I feel like I could redo this entire day and feel fine~

Huh? Of course, I’m fine! I seriously hurried over here after those five minutes, you know!

Could it be… Did my Honey make me something or do something for me?!

Are you serious? That’s seriously the best! By the way, what did you get for me? What are you going to make for me?!

This is so good~ Anything you make is good! Like, seriously, somehow everything tastes like my Honey!

It’s okay! There’s nothing to worry about! This handmade hamburger steak is a given, and once this frozen potato side dish was warmed up it’s Honey-flavored, right? Mmm so good…!

Thank you for the meal~ Thanks to your nice surprise I’m in such a good mood! I’m so satisfied that I’m filled with so much inspiration for ideas for a new song!

Right, right! Well, even once the release relay starts, we NSFW are the exciting last performers, so we’ll start putting in some serious effort soon~

Well, yeah, kind of. When it comes to the performance we haven’t thought of anything yet. The other members are still out and playing around. Even so, I think we still have to produce a happy song that breaks our boundaries, so the people who listen to it will be so happy that they want to start dancing!

That’s right, as the ambassador of this name I want to keep working hard.

Well that was the plan, since my happiness has reached its limit. But you see… Mm… There are some things I need to start cleaning up… before I properly become an adult…

Well before that, Honey over here! Come over here!

No, no! That can wait until later, It’ll become a hassle!

When it comes to cleaning up, I’ll properly do it all later, so…!

I caught you~ so from here on out its the start of my dessert time~

This is…! Hyper delicious sweets! Not even a ten star rating will cut it! Just one bite won’t do, so I’ll just have to take my time with having a taste~

I’m so refreshed! Then Honey, you were alright with… Yo yo?! What is this! Isn’t this a sight! My honey, wearing my shirt and sweatpants! Oh… this is too attractive…

Oh okay, okay, help yourself to any drinks! And why are you watching the news? That’s a bit bland!

I see, I understand the sentiment. Background noise just to keep your nerves at bay is always good. Especially if you’re alone.

Yeah, you’re right. Except I’m not sure what’s been changed specifically. The drinking and smoking age has been the same. Passports… you can get after ten years, right? Damn! I don’t know if it’s because of this country or not, but if someone goes out on a whim and decides to become an adult then that’s a bit of a problem~ Even with me, there’s a lot of stuff I need to do.

Hey, honey? You call me A, right? Ever since we started dating.

Yeah, true, but… For one, you don’t call me by my real name so it’s fine and I like you calling me A but…

I am A but this- If I said I was a fake A, what would you do?

Did I scare you? I guess we are similar~

I’m actually a twin. The one on the right is me and the one on the left is my older brother. The real A, without the dash.

The one that started the band and went by A, that wasn’t me. That was my brother. But…

He died.

A bit before we turned fifteen, he was crossing the street and a truck came… He… He… I’m fine. I’m fine now. I’m sure you can guess what happened. What I couldn’t say all this time, was this. Whenever I think about what happened, I can’t stop from panicking, so I've made sure to try not to think about it. My parents and doctors have all said to hurry up and forget about it, but not just the incident. They want me to try to forget about him as well. But, I can’t help myself. Especially recently. I have to keep him in my memory, or he’ll be scared right? I keep aging, but he’s alone, in the body of a kid. To think that he’ll be forgotten by everyone…

It’s kind of too late for this, but can you listen to me? About the real A that you don’t know.

I’ll make sure that I’ll remember properly, so if it’s you, it’ll be okay.

Yeah. Of course I know. No matter how stupid I am, I know you’ll wait for me. Up until now you’ve done that already. I won’t push myself. So first I want to talk about some of the easier stuff.

To outsiders, we were both little troublemakers. But, on the inside we were actually good! Basically, we would come up with ideas and run around messing with the adults! Well we were identical, right? So we would switch classrooms and see how long it would take for them to notice! Right?! But if no one notices, it takes the fun out of it, so in the end we would just tell them ourselves, especially him. I would say to him, “We were doing so well, so why did you tell them?!” and we would get into arguments, but, when we came up with our next prank, we would just make up without a word.

We went into middle school, and he suddenly said he wanted to join the light music club. I liked music too, but I never thought of doing it myself, so I was a bit surprised. I guess it was then… the crowds of people we hung out with changed bit by bit, but we still got along well, it was what it was. When he started being the singer for the band he was in with his buddies, it felt like he kept getting sucked in by the music. He was all like, “A musical star being born doesn’t sound that bad!” and I started watching his practice sessions with my friends. When we were third years, they had a farewell stage at the cultural festival, and of course he was super excited, but he got sick out of nowhere! I would say he got too excited and he got sick. Catching pneumonia and going to the hospital, coughing everywhere, he kept saying “I let down my bandmates and underclassmen,” I felt bad for him so I said, “Well, do you want me to stand in for you just this once? We look the same and we sound the same, so if I copy your singing we can just trick them like that!” Just like we did in the past.

Yeah. I sang in his place. I thought I did perfectly… Well yeah, in the end we were figured out. Well, I guess we revealed it, he did, that is. I’m not sure. That’s what I wanted to ask. Then, that day, I met with him on the way back from class, and… From that time, I really can’t remember much. No matter how hard I try, I can’t recall anything. When I came to, I was in the hospital. No, I wasn’t injured, but…

Yeah. That’s why I don’t like hospitals, even now. I blacked out without even realizing, and when I woke up, I was told that he had passed, and I couldn’t even attend his funeral. I was the one that invited him, and if I didn’t do that, then the incident wouldn’t have happened…

No, I’m fine! If I’m able to tell you this much, I can keep going. I want to tell you everything.

It was from there, where I started thinking, “I want to hurry up and die.” That was all I could even think. Even after getting discharged from the hospital, I was a mess, and I felt like even eating was meaningless. Then, I just started messing around here and there, and was surrounded by weird people. Yeah, the weirdest people I’ve met up until now, those are the current band members. That’s kind of the punchline here. Well, I’m not sure why, but they told me they wanted me to sing for them, but once I thought about it, I thought that it wouldn’t be that bad. And I could stand in his place… because the one who really wanted to sing was him, but he can’t anymore, so there’s only one thing that I can really do. But, I didn’t want to steal his spotlight, so I put ‘ at the end of my name. I’m A, but I’m also not. An imposter that is identical to A, A’. Well that’s obvious, isn’t it? We were seriously inseparable, where one of us was, the other was there also, and we would always go to each other for advice. If we were together, I thought we could do anything. No matter how old we get, nothing would change, is what I thought but… but then why… If that’s the case I should’ve died instead… I wonder, I don’t even know what really happened. I don’t even remember. Before the accident, we were just chatting, and according to the police, it turned out the truck had ran a red light, but… Even then, I blamed myself, that I was in the wrong… No way. There’s no way. If he was here right now, he would never blame me. That’s the kind of person he is. If… I was really in the wrong, he would probably just laugh and say, “Seriously, what are you doing? Rather than that…!” Huh? No… it’s nothing. Yeah. No matter how many people say we’re so similar, I can only think that he was more mature than me. We’re twins, but I can only think that he’s my older brother.

Maybe… Well, there’s not much I can do! He’s not here anymore, and I need to make something of myself. To make something of myself… that’s…

I know. Becoming A’… it wasn’t a mistake. I met you out of it too. Right now everyone’s waiting for me. The A with a ‘’s songs. From starting as an imposter…I couldn’t do it without reason.That’s why I said at the start, that it’s okay. I wonder if he’ll forgive me too, if I keep using the name A’ and continue making songs. Me? Yeah… I think he’d say “Go for it, as long as you’re having fun.” Well of course you’d get along with him! If you can get along with me, then you could with him. I guess it was all in my head… If I think about the type of person he is… then I have a feeling it was.

Haah… Yes!! One song finished~! No matter how I think about it, this is good! Now that’s said and done, the second song… I can leap this hurdle easily. I guess regaining motivation does help…

Why isn’t there a towel hanging here?!

Sorry, I guess I can’t reach you yet. I guess you knew that already though. But I hope you’re waiting excitedly for all the stories I’m going to tell you. I’ll have fun for the both of us. Even singing, and this dazzling world of adulthood.

#dear vocalist #dear vocalist translation #dearvo #dear vocalist unlimited #a’ #edasshu #えーダッシュ #ディアヴォーカリスト #ディアヴォ #dearvo translation #rejet #rejet translation

[vargskelegore]

new person, same old mistakes. || scotty x black!fem!reader ♡

author’s note: back from my break + a new fic that isn’t shuri! however it still is a letitia character LMFAO. this time i’m writing about her role as scotty in the mini series cucumber & banana! me and @erensslut​ watched it together, had a blast, nd now i’m writing about this crazy lil girl. please watch the episode before reading this fic because it’ll make more sense.

this is dedicated to the black girls who felt weird about scotty going after someone that was..... yknow. LMFAOOOOO. also, reader wears wigs!! it’ll be useful info later on.

originally this was in my drafts for a very long time because of the tiktok discourse surrounding letitia fanfictions. now that the drama has died down, i feel more comfortable to post this. warnings are stated for a reason. enjoy!

warnings: stalking. scotty is a stalker, if you couldn’t tell from the episode. don’t like it, don’t read. i’m not gonna sugarcoat it LOL.

plot: even after moving on from yvonne burgess, seemingly becoming a different and changed person, scotty seems to find another girl to latch onto. this time a vans employee in the mall.

word count: 2.1k

taglist (I FINALLY MADE IT, YALL. also some people i unfortunately couldn’t tag?? it wouldn’t let me ://): @lovelyaliengirl  @szalipcombo ​ @anonymous-platypus1 @randomhoex @axailslink @yvesredhair @marssmorales @thesecretwriterblog @gialove11 @demie90s @skimm0nzz @mlmilani​ @skimm0nzz​ @cloudyydr3ams @natsgirlfriend​ @verachii​ ​

the mall. it was a wonderful place to be. kinda. malls were beginning to become a dying breed, and they tended to only spike when it came to holiday season. annoying kids running around, adults frantically trying to find gifts to buy people last second, and so much more.

well, it was holiday season, and all of those things listed above were happening at that very moment for you. see, you work at vans. it’s not much money, but it is some money. you definitely don’t get paid enough to have kids running around the store all the time, or people trying to steal, but you couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it.

it was a busy day, of course, and so helping people out was never an issue since it was your job. “excuse me, ma’am? i’m trying to find shoes for my son-- he skates.” a short, older lady came up to you and you smiled back at her and nodded. “oh, of course. come, show me what type you were looking for?” you used your customer service voice as you waited for her to lead the way.

as you two were walking, you couldn’t help but to think about how things were going lately. lately it had felt like you were being watched. it was a weird instinct, but a possible, truthful claim. you had told your co-workers about this before, but they laughed it off. to them it wasn’t serious. just a practical joke.

you could feel that feeling of being watched again. in the background, you could faintly hear someone calling for you.

“hello? miss? i have the shoes.”

it took you a moment before you focused again, shaking your head and sighing, you pretended to be tired. “oh, gosh, i’m so sorry. i’ve been working since this morning so i’m very tired! back to what we were doing.. what size did you want these shoes in, so i can check the back--?”

“a size eight, please.” you smiled and nodded, before making your way to the back to grab the shoes. about six minutes passed, and you were back with the shoes for the customer. you led her to the front of the store to check out, and you turned your head to look through the display window, where your displayed shoes sat. then, all of a sudden, your stomach did flips.

your instinct was right. you were being watched.

in the very distance-- where the food court lies- there was a girl. she couldn’t be too old. short, straight hair. she was tiny to say the least, like she really couldn’t hurt a fly, and she was interested in you. really interested in you.

it all started two weeks ago, when she tagged along with her friends to go to the mall. nothing serious, she just came with since they invited her. there wasn’t much she could buy in the mall, so window shopping was her best option.

and that’s when she saw you.

you were incredibly gorgeous. the way you smiled at people that walked inside of the store, how attentive you were, the way you walked around.. and all you were doing was your job. you work in retail, so everything that seemed normal to you, was perfect to her.

you were completely oblivious to this girl and her behavior, until you weren’t. see, for the first week, everything felt normal. you went about your job and duties normally. but on the second week, you were really starting to feel watched. you weren’t sure if it was because of you watching horror movies recently, but now everything felt off.

meanwhile, here was scotty. trying to get as much information on you as possible because she was so interested in you. she’d ask her friends to go to the mall practically every weekend just so she could see you, but she realized you weren’t always there when she was there.

it only clicked with her some time later that you definitely have a work schedule. which only meant she had to start coming on weekdays now, no biggie.. for her. not for you, though. that was when your weird stalking feeling started to come in- when she started coming on weekdays.

there were so many times when scotty wanted to come into your store; but she never knew what to say. ask for assistance, maybe? nah. vans were so expensive, why would she even bother asking for something she knew damn well she couldn’t afford?

regardless, she admired you from a distance. she managed to pick up a few facts about you whenever you walked out of the store on your break, walking and talking with your coworkers.

“ma’am, i’ve been standing here waiting for assistance and you haven’t even rung me up.” the lady you were helping earlier scoffed, and you snapped out of your slightly terrified demeanor. the girl you saw earlier was no longer there. she must’ve ran away the moment you two made eye contact.

“i am so so sorry, don’t know what’s up with me.” you awkwardly laughed, lying. you knew exactly what was wrong but you didn’t even want to think about it.

you continued to ring the lady up, but your heart was pounding, and your mind was going crazy. you handed the lady her bag, and she snatched it, looking at you like you were crazy. honestly, you felt like you were going crazy. maybe you were just seeing things from the lack of sleep. it was all a blur.

you sighed, leaning on the counter as you looked back out the display window.

“hey, y/n?” you slightly jumped, looking at your manager with a slight embarrassed look.

“sorry for frightening you-- i think you should go on break. you seem so out of it. i’ll cover for you, just go get something to eat or drink.” your manager explained, and you sighed, nodding and grabbing your bag.

you walked out of the store, slightly shaking. ‘why on earth did you leave the store? you now have a higher chance of being hurt!’ you told yourself in your head, but you simultaneously ignored your own words at the same time.

you stood outside the store, looking around frantically before pulling your phone out and looking down at it. you opened the weather app, hoping to god you looked busy.

meanwhile, in the bathroom, there was scotty, panting like crazy as she stood in a stall, slightly shaking. you were never meant to see her. she was only supposed to be admiring you from a distance, not calling the store’s phone number or anything-- or that’s what her coworkers told her to do. be less creepy. that plan absolutely backfired.

just as scotty was about to exit the stall, someone entered the bathroom. it was you. she looked up from the floor to see you, and you turned your head to see her. just as you were about to holler out, she put a finger to her own lips and motioned to the other people in the bathroom.

you looked at her like she was crazy. because other people were in the bathroom, she was about to motion for you to leave the bathroom with her- but immediately decided against it because she realized how that would even look.

you two awkwardly stared at each other before a lady exited the other stall, looking weirdly at the two of you as she washed her hands. scotty looked down at the floor again, and you looked back at your phone, trying to seem like you were just chilling on your break.

the silence was.. terrible to say the least. that woman took her sweet time washing her hands, and she used the hand dryer instead of paper towel. after about five minutes, the lady walked out of the bathroom, looking back at the two of you weirdly, before turning back around and leaving.

out of your peripheral vision, you watched the woman leave. once you were certain that she was gone, you sighed, and looked back up at scotty, who was still staring at the floor.

“i can explain, really i can. i’m sorry.” her voice was incredibly soft-- timid. you weren’t expecting it. in fact, you were taken aback. you couldn’t speak for a moment.

she slowly looked back up, looking at you with a face that was genuinely sorry. you sighed and nodded. “you can explain yourself-- but not here. and not in an entirely closed off area. i’m keeping my phone with me in case you--”

“i understand, and i would never do anything like that. honestly. we can go to the front of the mall if you feel safer.” she was quick to respond, and the attentiveness made you less scared.

nodding again, you walked out of the bathroom and she followed behind. you two made your way out of the mall, and you texted your boss to let him know you’d need a minute, and he responded happily.

as you two were making your way outside, scotty was incredibly terrified. this happened before and she didn’t want you to respond so negatively.

you sat down on a bench that was near the entrance, and she sat next to you, keeping her distance out of respect.

“explain.” you simply said.

“i know how bad this looks,” she began, and you scoffed, nodding as she looked down at her hands. “and i’m sorry. this isn’t.. the first time this has happened.” you looked at her, an expression that was mentally asking her if she was crazy.

“um. i saw you about two weeks ago.. doing your job. i thought you were really beautiful, but i was too afraid to say anything so i.. just kinda watched you from a distance.” her voice got small at the end. you didn’t say anything, feeling as if she wasn’t done talking.

“i understand how bad this looks, so if you’d like for me to avoid coming to the mall when you work, i understand.” she was silent after that, giving you the floor to talk.

“i guess i’m just trying to figure out.. why? like, why me?” this question was a gateway for scotty to go into a monologue, but she tried to keep it as short as possible.

“you’re beautiful. you’re always so nice to customers and it’s comforting to know that if i walked into that store and.. i guess, you saw me in there, you’d be nice to me too. your hair color always matches your shoes-- i think it’s so unique. you have a new makeup look everyday too. you just put so much effort into your appearance and i admire it. even if you wore no makeup, you’d still look perfect.” she rambled.

your heart was racing and you didn’t even realize it. you had it all wrong about this girl. she didn’t mean any harm but it definitely came off that way. it took you a moment to say anything.

“you don’t have to say anything either, i’m happy to just leave you alone and--”

“what’s your name?”

scotty looked at you, furrowing her eyebrows. “uh-- my name is scotty. scotty.. well-- it’s actually vivienne scott, but everyone calls me scotty.” she sputtered, fidgeting with her hands.

you nodded. “well, scotty. i’m gonna assume you know my name already; but just incase, it’s y/n. i’m really flattered by.. what you noticed about me. and the compliments, too. and i’d love to get to know you better, but just.. don’t do this anymore, please? you had me paranoid for like an entire week.” scotty was quick to nod and agree.

“of course, i’m so sorry.”

“apology.. accepted. i’m willing to be your friend.” scotty’s heart slightly fluttered-- friend was not the title she wanted, of course, but she was willing to work her way up to more than the title of friend. she smiled. “i’m really happy to hear that.”

“are you up for meeting with me on my lunch break tomorrow?” you asked, and scotty, slightly shocked you even asked her that, nodded. “oh, i’d.. love that, actually.”

“great. my lunch is at 11:00, and it ends at 12:00. it was nice having an actual convo, scotty.” you softly smiled before getting up and walking back inside the mall.

“oh yeah, definitely. thank you for the information.. bye, y/n.” scotty stayed seated at the bench, and watched as you walked back inside, the way your hips naturally had a slight sway as you walked.

but scotty already knew when your lunch break was and when it ended.

#letitia wright x reader #scotty #scotty x reader #black reader #cucumber & banana #banana #cucumber #imagine #wlw #lesbian #vivienne scott

[ryuyejiho]

"Because I love you" - Wooyoung

Pairing: Wooyoung X Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Anger, Jealousy, Control, Screaming, Crying

Summary: Jealousy and lack of trust in a relationship are the two worst things, but what can you do when you love someone so much. Even when he gets angry when you're dating his friend...

Word Count: ~700

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It was seven o'clock in the evening when Wooyoung returned home from training. Being quite exhausted, he threw off his jacket along with his shoes, which he sloppily kicked closer to the closet, and hearing noises coming from the kitchen he immediately headed there, knowing that he would find me there.

I turned my head toward the hallway and saw my boyfriend in them. His hair was in disarray and he was dressed in sports clothes. It was immediately apparent that he was tired so I immediately put dinner on his plate and handed it to him at the table where he immediately sat down.

"Enjoy your meal." I replied, smiling broadly at which he only nodded and quietly muttered his thanks.

"How was your day?" he asked, putting his plate down in the sink. "Were you out shopping with a Yujin?" she was my female best friend.

"Yes, I was. I can show you what I bought," I hugged him putting my arms around his neck. He put his hands on my waist slightly pulling me away from him.

"Can we go to the bedroom for now and watch something?" eagerly I nodded my head at which he smiled and pulled me going to the bedroom.

He pushed me lightly onto the bed and patting my thigh signaled for me to move, which I immediately did by lifting the quilt to cover us.

We lay like that for about an hour without saying anything, only the cartoon that showed first when I turned on the TV was playing in the background.

Wooyoung was lying on my shoulder with his arms wrapped around my belly. He looked like an adorable puppy at the time, which made me quietly chuckle, thinking it was cute. The boy looked at me pulling his eyebrows together but said nothing.

I thought he must be not only tired but also upset for some reason. Whenever he was angry he didn't say anything, preferring to keep everything inside so as not to hurt me, which had happened more than once. He preferred to just lie down in bed, cuddling up and letting his emotions settle.

Finally, after a long time, he sat up, leaning his back against the wall behind the bed.

"You can show me now in what you bought." he smiled broadly and I knew he was much better now.

"I can show you but I don't want to change." He nodded so I quickly got out of bed and ran over to the closet next to which stood the bags of newly bought things.

I started pulling everything out one by one and applying it to my body in a funny pose that made the boy laugh all the time. Suddenly his smile diminished which surprised me.

"Is something wrong?"

"I didn't give you that much money to afford all this." He asked raising his left eyebrow upward.

"Ahh yes, I was shopping with Yeosang" seeing his angry look I knew I was already in trouble. "He lent me some money so I could buy what I liked so much." I said more quietly and stretched my hands in front of me in which I held the sweatshirt I was talking about.

Wooyoung clenched his jaw and, after a moment of intense staring, suddenly stood up. He walked quickly to me and snatched the sweatshirt from my hand waving it in front of my face.

"A couple of money!? Then who the hell am I to make you go around town with other guys and take money from them!" he shouted waving his hands at which I moved away closer to the closet.

"You were busy with your schedule so he offered to go with me. I was supposed to give it back to him tomorrow." I replied quietly. He approached hitting the closet door next to my head with his hand, at which I jumped up.

"And couldn't you wait for me? Ask me if I could go home early? Fuck, you said you were going there with a friend and not fucking Yeosang!" out of fear, my body began to involuntarily shake which didn't escape his notice but he continued nonetheless. "Why do you need me when you can make arrangements to meet my friends!"

"Because I love you Wooyoung. Just because I went with someone else for some stupid shopping doesn't mean I don't need you. I'm sorry for upsetting you," I said quietly and looked into his eyes. To my surprise I saw his gaze soften. It was only then that I felt my cheeks getting wet and my gaze becoming blurred.

Wooyoung sighed deeply and put his hands on my cheeks wiping away the tears.

"You know I don't like it when you hang out with other boys. Even when they are my friends." I nodded. "Don't do that again if you don't want to see me upset. And don't cry. Okay?"

His voice became calmer and his gaze became softer. He pulled me close and hugged me tightly before gently kissing my forehead and nose.

"Can we just go back to bed and continue lying down? Or go to sleep?" I asked pulling away but not looking at him. I hated it when he was like this, he was always morbidly jealous and annoyed by the smallest trivialities and took his anger out on me.

"Of course. Let's go to bed now. I'll talk to Yeosang tomorrow and give him the money," we lay down on the bed and the boy immediately snuggled up. "And besides, you will look beautiful in these clothes" he whispered in my ear. I smiled sadly and hugged him so he wouldn't see my tears.

#kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop angst #angst #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez angst #ateez #ateez x reader #wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #atz wooyoung #hongjoong #seonghwa #atz yunho #yeosang #choi san #atz mingi #jongho #kq entertainment #kq fellaz

[smallestapplin]

A little idea I've bounced back and forth in my head - Submas bros (separate) comforting their male (or gender neutral) s/o by telling them various facts about trains because they like listening to them talk. They're just holding them and rambling about trains because it makes them feel better.

Bonus points for their Pokemon lending a hand as well.

- Tofu Anon

2 days

Also of course you can! This is adorable. Did I look up actual facts and stories but changed a bit to pokemon? Yes, yes I did.

I went with a male reader!

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⚫️Ingo⚫️

- when he came home and wasn’t greeted, or seeing you in the living room, he knew something was up.

- You always stay up to greet him, but you’re not here. Did you go out?

- Ingo continues taking his shoes off, hanging his coat and hat up before heading towards the bedroom. Where he finds you.

- His frown deepens seeing you curled in bed, you don’t even more, just stay laying away from the door.

- “Dear?” You only hum at his call.

- “Bad day?” His expression softens when you let out a pitiful whine.

- “Oh dearest, I’m sorry.” Ingo walks over to your side of the bed, sitting on the edge as he rubs your back.

- You look so tired, like you had been crying earlier.

- His poor husband.

- “Do you need anything, love?”

- You look up at him, slowly shuffling to curl around him.

- “Can you just talk? Maybe some train stuff?”

- “Of course, let me go get you a drink first.”

- When Ingo came back, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight before him. Seeing Crustle at your bedside, sitting on the floor, Excadrill in your arms, Chandelure hovering over you with Klinklang, and Haxorus sitting beside Crustle with her head resting on your side.

- His Pokémon adore you, and it’s so cute to see.

- “Alright, move over, those arms are my spot.”

- You chuckle weakly at your beloved words, and as Excadrill huffs and moves behind you, cuddling against your back.

- Ingo sets the glass of water at your bedside table, before crawling into his side of the bed and pressing you against his chest.

- “Did you know that when trains were first made, it lost a race to a Rapidash? The company who made them didn’t want to rely on horse drawn trains, so on August twenty-eighth 1830, the engine for said train was under going testing. A horse drawn train pulled up during the tests, and challenged Cooper to a race.”

- You snort, making him perk up at your joy.

- “Really? It lost?”

- “Yes! And even though the engine powered train lost, the executives were impressed with it, and converted their fledgling railroad to steam.”

- You two laid there for hours as Ingo rambled off as many facts as he could. From the start of trains to modern day.

- He didn’t realize you had snuggled into his chest and fell asleep.

- Only noticing when you sleepily hum, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

- Ingo looks around, seeing all his Pokémon were asleep too.

- He’s happy he relaxed you enough, you need this.

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⚪️Emmet⚪️

- When Emmet walks through the door and isn’t hugged, he’s instantly on alert. Work was fine, and he was excited to come back to you.

- But his hubby isn’t here to greet him! That makes him sad. The smiling man is quick to look for you, barely tossing his hat, coat, and shoes off before running off to find you.

- He finds you in bed, in nothing but your boxers laying on your stomach, hiding your face into your pillow.

- “Darrrliiiiing.” He knows you’re awake, but you barely move, only moving your head to the side.

- His pale silver eyes locking with you tired sad ones.

- Emmet is quick to be at your side. He cups your face, cooing softly at you and smothering your face with kisses.

- “My sweet love! Give me a moment.”

- Emmet quickly swaps into pajamas, ignoring the sounds of his pokemon in the background.

- He comes back. You’re laying on your back now, the exhaustion clear on your face.

- Emmet crawls into bed, careful to avoid stepping on Archeops and Eelektross, who are curled on either side of you. Emmet lays on top of you, head on your chest while he places a few kisses to your pecs.

- Galvantula comes out of her nest and lays on Emmet’s back, and Durant sleeps at the foot of the bed.

- “You look to have had a verrry bad day.”

- “Thanks babe.”

- His lips twitch, pouting at your hoarse tired voice.

- You sigh as Emmet nuzzles his cheek against you. You wrap your arms around his upper back, careful to not bother Galvantula.

- “Can you just talk to me?”

- You sound so small.

- “I am Emmet! And I’d love to!”

- You glance down, feeling your husband raise his head.

- “Have you ever heard how tamper proof valves were made?”

- You pause for a moment, “I don’t think you’ve told me that one.”

- His smiles brightly, resting his chin on the center of your chest.

- “The best friend of Anville town! The fireman, who was in charge of the boiler of the steam locomotive, got annoyed by the boilers whistling, so he tied down the valve so it would stop. this was common and a common cause of boiler bursts until a tamper-proof safety valve were made. And even some accounts say he sat on the valve to keep it shut, so the pressure in the boiler became too much and it exploded. The result is now why we have safety!”

- You hum, running your fingers through your lovers silver hair.

- “Do you have any more?”

- Emmet’s eyes shimmer in excitement.

- “I always do!”

- You lay there cuddling, while his Pokémon surround you both, as he tells you how safety protocols came to be.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon fluff #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #submas #submas x reader #pokemon submas x reader #submas emmet #submas ingo #pokémon x male reader #pokemon x male reader #submas x male reader #I’m staying at a friends house rn for an early bday thing #so no smut for till Monday

[yumizcorner]

im like a sucker for ANY felix anything btws, <333 so like idol!reader coming home tired after having to do promos for there groups cb. and felix yk comforting the reader (extra kiss and kisses and cuddle pls),i suck at requst,so um

xoxo, bonnie

You‘re my home~

Lee Felix x reader

!!fem pronouns used | idol!reader | mentions of kissing | reader takes a bath (is naked) in front of Felix but nothing comes from it | just some fluff!!

A/n: thank you for your request!!! It was fun to write and I hope you like it. I also hope it’s the amount of cuddles and kisses that you wanted :) i wasn’t sure if you wanted Felix to be an idol too so I tried to make it possible for the reader to imagine that he either is an idol or not lol.

Have fun reading!!

Felix was currently sitting on the couch of your shared apartment. He watched some TV but payed less attention to it since he watched TikTok’s on his phone,the tv causing comfortable background noise. Even tho he didn’t really pay attention to his surroundings,he clearly heard the cracking sounds of the door. He threw away his phone and jumped up,running towards the door. His eyes light up as he saw that you were there,taking off your shoes and your jacket. „Y/n~“ he said and smiled brightly while he hugged you tightly. You smiled a bit too but Felix noticed that something was off. „Is everything okay,love?“ he asked while looking at you,his arms still wrapped around your body. „Mhhm“ you nodded. „just a hard day at the entertainment“ Felix nodded and took your hand. „Don’t worry,I got you“ he said while he guided you to the living room. „Did you eat something yet?“ he asked with a slight worried face. You shook your head. „Okay listen up. I‘ll go now and prepare a warm bath for you and then we can make you some food“ you smiled at him and went to the bathroom with him. „Thank you Lixie~“ you said while kissing his cheek.

Goosebumps spread all over your skin as you sat down in the warm,comforting water. „Wanna talk about your day?“ Felix asked. You told him to not leave your side because you simply just needed him. Your day could’ve been so much more exhausting and Felix would’ve still made you accept and forget everything. „we took care of our comeback today“ Felix took a bathtub sponge and started to softly brush over your skin while you kept on telling him about your day. „we filmed the last parts of our m/v and right after that we filmed the dance practice video and next week we will have to perform our songs at many shows and comeback stages.“ Felix made little sounds of agreement while you talked. He knew how you felt. He lived with you for so long,it wasn’t new that you came home tired and exhausted. He was always ready to give you everything you needed when you felt like that. You worked so hard to reach your dreams,you deserved the world in his eyes.

„Did you have fun tho?“ he asked while he put shampoo onto your head and softly started to massage the shampoo into your hair,also pressuring your head comfortably. „Yeah of course…it’s not like I’m complaining yk? I want to do this and I love it…it’s just exhausting sometimes.“ Felix washed out the shampoo after some time wich made you sigh. He always knew the best temperature for you. „You’re doing good and I’m really proud. Sometimes I can’t even believe that you‘re mine when I see you at all of those events“ you giggled slightly. „I‘m all yours and I wouldn’t change it for anything in this world“ Felix placed a big long kiss on your lips and ended it with a "mmmwah" sound wich caused you to smile. „I’ll go and start to prepare the food now,alright? You can take your time here“ you nodded at him and enjoyed your bath for a few more minutes,breathing in deeply.

Felix prepared your fav food meanwhile. He bought all the ingredients yesterday when he went to the store to get some stuff. He planned to make it for you when you need it and he decided that it’s definitely time for that now.

You took little steps into the kitchen and sat down on one of the seats at the counter,watching your boyfriend cook for you. Once he was done,he placed the plate with food in front of you and sat down next to you. You both started to eat,enjoying each other’s company while enjoying the tasty food. The playlist,wich Felix made for you,softly playing in the background since he turned it on before you went to the bathroom.

Once you were done with eating and had no more space for more food,you picked up the plates and sat them down in the sink,pouring a little bit of water on them. Felix wanted to do that for you but you insisted to do that since he did so much for you today.

When you were satisfied with how clean the plates were,you joined Felix on the couch. He smiled as he saw you and opened his arms,a blanket wrapped around him wich he opened for you too. You giggled and laid down,into his arms wich wrapped around you shortly after,just like the blanket wich he wrapped around himself and you after you held onto him tightly. You snuggled into him further and looked up to him. He smiled happily and kissed your forehead. „I love you so much Lix“ you said. „I love you too y/n“ he said and connected his lips with yours. The kiss was gentle and soft,kind of matching the rhythm of the song that played in the back.

You were genuinely happy in that moment. Everything felt so comforting and nice. The warmth of the blanket and Felix’s body wich was pressed against you firmly. The music playing in the back wich you almost blurred out completely,yet it was still important for the moment since it was the cherry on top to make it perfect. And of course the warmth of Felix‘s plush and soft lips pressing against yours,moving slowly. No matter how often you two already kissed,it always left soft tingles in your lip area just like it left tons of butterflies in your stomach.

Your lips left his as you had to catch breath again. The two of you were still looking at each other wich changed as your eyes wandered down a little bit. His freckles were so cute in your opinion. Your eyes traveled along the little points just as your fingertips. It was just like he had little stars on his cheek wich was kinda funny since he truly was your universe.

You smiled brightly as your eyes stopped at the little special freckle. It was the one that had the shape of a heart. Your fingertip softly brushed over it. Shortly after that you saw how his freckles moved wich was caused by Felix’s smile. You looked at him fully again and your heart melted. He looked so adorable with that smile on his face. He moved a little and placed a kiss on your nose and then on your cheek. „Now I won’t doubt anymore that you love me“ he said and laughed. „Why?“ you asked,his laugh making you giggle too. „Even someone that’s blind could tell that you love me after how you observed me“ your cheeks turned slightly read since you didn’t really realise that you looked at him the whole entire time.

You laid between his arms,head resting against his. His breath was tickling a few of your hairs wich he played with. Your arms already found their way around his body just like his still laid around your body. You two we‘re tangled up on each other like it’s impossible to part you. You moved a little more downwards and rested your head on his chest. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and started to stroke your hair. Felix hummed along with the song that was currently playing in the back. You felt the vibrations of his voice wich were softly going through your body right into your heart,filling it with love and joy. He even started to sing a long with his favourite song as you started to doze off. His calm and deep voice comforted you so much in this moment that it sent you to sleep instantly. After all that happened today,after all the stress and the exhausting activities,it felt like it was a good day. The best day in a long time.

#stray kids #skz imagines #jyp nation #jyp stray kids #skz #skz fluff #lee felix #lee yongbok #felix #felix imagines #skz felix x reader #felix x reader #skz felix #stray kids felix #felix fluff #skz x oc #skz x stay #skz x you #skz x reader fluff #skz x y/n #skz x reader #felix x oc #felix x y/n #felix x you #stray kids yongbok #yongbokie #yongbok fluff #yongbok x reader #felix yongbok #yongbok x y/n

[renoed]

falling stars | dainsleif

❥ — PAIRING dainsleif x gn! reader

❥ — SUMMARY modern AU! you meet Dainsleif at a convenience store and you just zing (hotel transylvania, anyone?)

❥ — part two

You get home at 10:57pm.

Your day was long and tiring and long. It seemed as though every person you came across had a vendetta against you and chose today to make your life as inconvenient as possible. It sucked, to say the least.

You don’t bother turning any of the lights on as you kick your shoes off, leave them in the middle of the entryway and pile your winter coat on top of them. You’d move them in the morning, sleep was your number one priority.

That is until you chuck yourself onto your bed and then your stomach chooses now to rattle the entire apartment with it’s grumbling.

Your fridge is empty.

The clinical white light of the convenience store make your squint as you shuffle inside, hand gripped around your phone as you glare at the list you’d created on the walk over.

- Cereal - Hot chocolate powder - Milk - Food

You know the store layout like the back of your hand, not lifting your eyes as you move yourself into the cold aisle for milk. You crouch down to inspect the sell-by dates and pluck the one with the latest date before rising back to stand. As you do this you come crashing into a stranger who had been paying as little attention as you, a string of apologies falling from your lips out of reflex.

“I’m really sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going-”

“It’s fine,” the stranger tries to reassure, running a hand through his choppy blond hair, “did you drop anything?”

You take a moment to process the question, unsure whether it’s because you’re tired or just slow. You notice the man is wearing a winter jumper. An ugly winter jumper, at that. 

“I don’t think so,” you twist around to check nothing had taken a tumble out of your shopping basket and fallen onto the floor, “sorry again.”

You leave the stranger in the cold aisle with an awkward smile and scuttling steps.

“Why are you telling me this if you didn’t get his number?” you can hear Lumine’s exasperation through the phone, easily able to picture her unimpressed expression.

“I just thought it was sweet, I don’t know,” you shrug, shifting your phone onto your bedside table and putting it on speaker. 

Lumine sighs (and probably rolls her eyes), “you need to go out more, meet some new people!”

“That’s easy for you to say,” your words come out muffled as you put your head through a thick woollen jumper, the type your grandad would wear, “you know just about everyone in Teyvat.”

She hums in agreement, matter-of-factly stating that “I guess I’m just sociable and you’re not.”

You couldn’t disagree.

“Come out with me - to a party, I mean,” she suggests and you can imagine her twirling a strand of hair around her index finger, “if you don’t enjoy it then we can ditch and binge some movies?”

It was hard to deny spending time with your best friend, and you knew she was aware of your struggle to say no. You wrestle with your mind for a moment, trying to find a reasonable excuse not to go out and socialise before finally mumbling out a “fine.”

The blonde can’t stop herself from squealing with excitement, “I promise I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself! I’ll come round to yours and we can pick out a cute outfit!”

You hear a soft voice in the background before the call gets muted. You move over to your phone mute yourself as well before falling back onto your bed, beginning to count the bumps of stucco on the ceiling. 

“Sorry, Ayaka just came round, I’ll see you later tonight though?” 

You drag yourself back over to your phone and press unmute.

“Yeah of course, go spend time with your girlfriend,” the words barely leave your lips before a quick ‘bye!’ is returned, followed by the call ending. 

You return to counting the stucco on the ceiling, not having anything to do until Lumine decides to turn up on your doorstep and drag you out to socialise. 44... 45... 46... Your phone dings with a notification, you try to ignore it.  47... did you already count that one? 1... 2... 3...

Your phone chimes again and you lose count, sighing before pulling your body up into a sitting position and grabbing the mobile. The screen’s lit up with an instagram notification.

dains_leif followed you

dains_leif liked your post

Unlocking your phone and navigating to instagram reveals that the account has a black cat as the profile photo and they are followed by both Lumine and her brother, Aether. You assume there’s no harm in following them back, so you send a request.

It’s accepted almost immediately and... they have no posts. You click through a highlight reel titled with a star emoji and, unsurprisingly, it’s some astronomy photos.

You chuck your phone behind you and get off of your bed, shuffling into the kitchen so you could make some lunch. Pasta sounds good.

The rest of your day is spent doing menial chores while blasting a Christmas CD because you couldn’t be bothered to stifle through your box of various mixtapes. It was November, that’s close enough for Christmas songs.

By the time 04:00pm rolls around, your apartment is spotless and Lumine is banging at the door. As she enters, she’s followed by Ayaka, who has a duffle bag and a smile that, if you weren’t already friends, would send a chill through you. 

You wonder if you look quite as scary when you try to mimic Lumine’s friendliness.

“We brought clothes and makeup!” Lumine interrupts your train of thought, grabbing the duffle bag from Ayaka and pulling out a string of clothes much like a magician would with brightly coloured bunting.

“Whose party are we going to, by the way?” you lead the pair of girls into your bedroom, pointing out your wardrobe so they could meticulously choose an outfit for you.

“Girl called Xinyan recently got asked to support a band she likes on their tour, her band is throwing a party to celebrate.”

You stand outside the house as a trio, able to hear the thumping of the music and a distinct bassline. You’re wearing a ribbed top that hugs your sides uncomfortably and a pair of your own baggy trousers that sit slightly below your waist. You remember why you stopped wearing them.

“Ready?”

The girls don’t give you time to answer before they’re rushing inside, weaving in between the waves of bodies until they’re totally lost to your eyes. 

You feel out of place.

Not wanting to clog up the doorway, you shuffle through the gaps left between people, letting the empty spaces navigate you to the kitchen. There’s noticeably fewer people, most of them huddled around the island counter-top and playing a card game.

The back door is open and leads to an empty garden.

Stepping outside, the wind rushes to your face and the grass glistens with rain. The moon hands full in the sky, surrounded by stars and grey clouds.

At the bottom of the garden is a figure crouched in the grass with their phone poised at the sky above. 

You don’t intend to disturb them but you step closer, watching them photograph the moon with settings you didn’t even know existed on your mobile. 

“When I take photos of the moon they come out ugly,” you mumble, causing the stranger to turn around with a chuckle.

“I know what you mean-” when you get the chance to see their face you recognise the stranger as the man you ran into at the convenience store.

By the way his eyes widened you’d say he recognised you too.

“It’s you.”

[masterlist]

#renoed #Dainsleif #dainsleif genshin impact #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #x reader #reader insert #genshin impact x reader #renoed; genshin

[octochick]

Biggest regret

Cw suicidal thoughts and attempt, blood, ooc

It was raining. Maybe it was surprising, or maybe not. It doesn't really matter.

Bagi's shoes squelched in the mud, dripping with water and blood. She walks, dodging the fallen bodies, white stained with a vivid red and the ashen mud.

She knows what she is looking for. It is right there, laying down in the mud. Dumb ass, that tank top is white, he'll never be able to get the stains out. At least use something darker, stupid head.

She squats next to him. Now, more than ever, she can feel every single raindrop falling on her. It rolls down her face, mixing with her tears, and fall warmly on the cold ground.

"Hey, can you walk?" She asks, shaking him lightly. He clenches his fists, but otherwise doesn't react.

Still, she gets him up. She puts one of his arms around her neck, and hugs his body onto hers. She starts dragging him, at first slowly as she carries the weight of two, but soon after faster, when he gets tired of being dragged.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll get a cold if you stay in the rain. I'm just taking you to somewhere with cover."

A second, just enough for him to comprehend her words, and then she was thrown to the mud, back connecting with a sharp rock with a sharp crack, one of her hands perforated by a knife and the wrist of the opposite hand broken, a silent scream trying to get out. He is over her, eyes maniac, giggles escaping from his lips.

"Why?"

"...I don't want you to get a cold." She answers, like it makes all the sense in the world.

He laughs, cruel and cold, and twists the knife in her hand. A whimper escapes her.

"When I needed you, you went to the other side, but now you come to me like nothing happened? What are you planning? Do you think I'm stupid?"

A small silence is settled over them. She looks at his eyes. Desperation.

"Yeah, a little bit." His knee meets with her shin, but she doesn't feel anything.

"Aren't you afraid of dying? Why did you suddenly decide to play with the monster?"

If possible, her eyes gets even more teary, fat tears rolling down her face and falling into her ears, making everything feel blurry and muffled, the pain dulling into the background from the pain her heart released upon her.

"You are my biggest regret." This somehow manages to surprise him, the emotion passing by in a second before being hidden by a scowl, but before he could talk, Bagi continued. "I love you so much," her voices breaks, and her breath comes out in small bursts. It feels like hyperventilation. "the only thing I want is for you to have a happy and healthy life, but you are my biggest regret."

"Since you disappeared, you are my biggest regret. You don't understand how much I love you, all I want is to see you happy and healthy, but you also don't understand how deep my regret is."

"Since the first day without you, I wanted to forget you, I wished you were never born. I wished I were never born."

"But I love you so much, that I kept searching. No matter how much my regret said that I should give up, I still kept going."

"You don't know how many times I wished to have been a single child. You have no idea how many times I wished I was dead. You have no idea how many times I thought of going to the Federation and asking them to forget everything about myself, to be reborn just like you once were."

"But I couldn't, I couldn't, I couldn't!"

"Because I love you. I hate it, but I love you."

It was silent. Bagi felt faint, like she would pass out at any moment. She couldn't see what face her brother was making.

"I'm weak. I suffered so much less than you, and I'm so weak. I'm so weak, that I can only beg to my biggest regret."

"Please, kill me. Kill me permanently, kill my regrets and my love, please, kill me and free me from my suffering. I'm weak and can't take it anymore."

Bagi was long hyperventilating, violent sobs wrecking her as she finishes ranting, but just now she closed her eyes.

A moment of suspense, and she felt knife's edge at her throat. She sobs, and her blood drowns her. She feels it in her lungs as they desperately try to work, she feels the rain, she feels her broken spine, she feels her stabbed hand, she feels her broken wrist, and she doesn't feel her brother hovering over her dying body.

The moment her body gives up is the moment she respawns.

And she doesn't feel nothing.

It didn't work. She's still alive. Her love is still alive. Her regret is still alive.

#qsmp #qsmp bagi #qsmp cellbit #bagi #cellbit #shirowritezs #this is probably not very good but i needed to vent #the anxiety was killing me

[dangerous-fellowz]

zombie infested romantic walk with lawrence

mainly fluff and comedy tbh, however tw for mentions of death in a joke.

it was a casual monday evening, and you wanted to stretch your legs for a bit. so you ask lawrence if he wants to go on a stroll, march, prowl, promenade, hot girl walk, whatever he wishes to call it, you just want out of the house.

"promenade? are you bored enough to start reading the dictionary?" he asks, turning to you in his spinny desk chair.

you correct him and say you've been reading the thesaurus. which he rolls his eyes at in an amused fashion.

"ok, ok, sure. i'm almost finished writing the meal plan for this week anyways."

he gets up and pushes the chair in, before putting on the jacket you hate so much with its horrible orange color. you just slide on your shoes and reach your hand out for him to take.

he grabs both it and the safety kit as you both head out the door. you both bask in the setting sun like vitamin d deprived dogs. it was comfortable out, a nice breeze ruffling your lovers hair.

it feels so nice to just be you and him, the zombies don't count as people. they are simply background noise to the day. this has become your normal. dare you even say you are no longer surviving, but instead, thriving. life has never been better for you both, even if you do still mourn the ones you've lost (which you are alone in.)

lawrence points to an old drug store, that looks free of zombies. "do you want to do some shopping?"

"oh but, i don't know if i can afford it right now. everything is so expensive anymore!" you say jokingly, which goes right over his head.

he tilts his head like a puppy, smiling gently with his eyebrows knit together. "but... its free. we liv-"

"i'm going to steal it all." you threaten.

well now he looks concerned. "i mean really its foraging because we don't really have anyone to pay, let alone an economy to-"

"lawrence i'm so excited to steal all the lipgloss. all. the. gloss." you continue, which makes him catch onto the joke.

"well, the only thing you stole so far was, my heart." lawrence said, with an goofy grin. he wasn't good at this, but it made you love him more.

you both walked inside, picking up items and pretending as if times were normal. trying on those cheap sun glasses, lawrence picking you out a really sweet card, picking out nail polish for each other, lawrence putting an annoying toy on the top shelf so you can't reach it. you know. zombie date things.

you two reach the lip product area, and you pick up an shade of bright pink lip gloss. you turn to lawrence and say, "you know. scharlette did look drop dead gorgeous in this color."

which makes lawrence laugh so hard he has to sit down. yandere humor is typically a big hit or miss with him. this time it was an home run though.

when he collects himself he picks up an pastel pink tinted lip stick. "when i was young, i'd play with my mothers make up. i don't know why, i guess i wanted to be pretty." he says with an shrug.

you are pocketing different shiny glosses and just say, "yeah no, i can see that for you." and simply nothing more, which gives him an mini crisis before he notices hello kitty bandaids near by.

he stocks them in the safety kit, which now held: a knife, rubbing alcohol, some snacks, a note lawrence left you about how to clean a wound that was oddly lovey dovey, a lighter, plenty of water, and now cute bandaids. "lets head home before it gets too dark." he suggests, packing it up carefully.

you poke his cheek and smirk, "oh, is it grandpa hours? time to sleep the second the sun sets?" you ask, before he kisses your cheek.

"is it so bad to want to cuddle up next to my partner?" lawrence asked with a playful huff.

you blankly look at him. "you're just tired of holding the bag, huh?"

he looks away. "...no." so yes. you grab it as you two walk home.

the zombies are just background music to you two wandering back home. life may not be normal, but you both found a love that doesn't require a normal life. it's perfect just the way it is.

#i head canon that lawrence is neurodivergent #why? #shhhhh #bc i am #and he has the vibes #dangerous fellows fanfic #dangerous fellows x reader #dangerous fellows #lawrence dangerous fellows #dangerous fellows lawrence

[darrylayo]

Good morning, tumblrinas

The best thing about waking up early in the morning in New York is that it’s high morning for European illustrators when I wake up. My sleepy self, looking at everybody’s best professionalism

[ =_=]-b

Last night, I was in the group chat, doodling on this sketch. In my estimation, I figured that I would work on my iPad a little bit just to warm up and then switch to my more “serious”/“proper” artwork on my drafting table. But you know what, I just didn’t have it in me. And it’s frustrating/demoralizing to sit at the drafting table, pencil in hand, with the full intention of scribbling up a new comic page…when I don’t even have an idea set to go. And so I accepted that I was making good progress and momentum with this digital sketch and plus, why move my entire setup to the drafting table just so that I can +try+ to think of a comic?

Anyway the sketch above is nothing serious, just a digital drawing that I began a while ago and kind of liked the look of. It isn’t a very serious drawing—there’s no background, no deeper story—but it will soon be a completed drawing and a lot of times, that’s all that matters.

If you’re wondering why I’m talking up a half-finished sketch, it’s because I’m presently riding the train to my day job and musing about my own thought process. Finishing a drawing used to be no big deal at all. But when you burn out—as I did—the things that used to be easy and natural take on the weight of a burden. Additionally, there’s a sort of physiological tension reaction that the brain signals when the source of the distress returns. The source of the distress is making art. So you can see the dilemma.

That’s why—after all this time—I am learning that I need to take these small steps. A sketch that once would have been no big deal is now a noticeable hill to climb. Also my physical feet are always tired due to years of bad shoes and flat feet. Not a metaphor. But the common thread is that easy things can get harder and even debilitating with age.

In any case, maybe I’ll finish the above sketch when I get home from work.

~Ayo2023

#ayo #darryl ayo #doodles

[merrilark]

Welp, that's it for S2. I have mixed feelings about it. Overall, it's solid enough, but oh man is it repetitive with some serious pacing and characterization issues. The first episode and last two-threeish episodes make the season better, and I loved the finale, it's just a shame that you have to wade through so much unnecessary padding.

Overall Pros:

The animation is smooth.

The concept is interesting.

Sonic's new voice actor is fantastic! He reminds me a lot of a really pleasant blend between Jason Griffith and Jaleel White.

Love the game references (and very subtle SatAM references?)

Chaos Sonic was a breath of fresh air; he should have been a threat sooner and lasted longer

Dark!Sonic??? 👀 I suppose he'd be Prism!Sonic, but I loved that reference and the shard sound effects every time he flickered were cool.

The Prism Titan was actually terrifying to me.

Shadow finally gets more accurate characterization.

SEGA also remembered that Shadow can use his Air Shoes to hover and propel himself around space. Whoever was responsible for supervising Shadow's writing knew their stuff and really did a good job.

Knux was cool and it was nice to see Knuckles finally being portrayed as competent again.

Sonic's characterization grew on me, and I think he's really charming now.

Everything about Nine was pretty good. I enjoyed the build up with him.

Shadow and Sonic are at their peak whenever they're on screen together.

The Predator references (?) in space with Shadow were VERY good.

It was fun seeing Knux and Dread fight together.

Speaking of Knux, I loooove that Knux/Rebel is basically canon. 7 yo me shipping Knouge would be so happy.

Also I am now pretty sure I ship Sonadow. Romantically or as just platonic soulmates? Somewhere in between? I have no idea yet but I'm feeling things.

The finale almost made everything in the middle worth it.

Really good bones for a show. It has so much potential.

Overall Cons:

Spoonfeeds some things to viewers that feels unnecessary at best and a little patronizing at worst. I know this is a kids' show, but... c'mon, give the viewers a little more credit lol we don't need so many flashbacks, do we?

The pacing is terrible. There were so many moments where I kept thinking "okay, we get it" or "not this again" or "did we really need that scene?" There's a lot of good scenes but unfortunately they're all sandwiched between a lot of pointless stuff.

Too many robot fights that felt exactly the same.

Too few worlds. The concept of traveling to other universes could have been so fascinating to explore but all we got were four new ones in two whole seasons, one world of which is empty and still unexplored.

I'm not a fan of most of the characterizations. Knuckles being stupid is tired and inaccurate, Rouge has been watered down into what feels like the designated Mom Friend™ and just doesn't feel like herself at all, and I can't pinpoint exactly what it is, but Amy has lost a lot of her charm. Big is fine, but he feels like he's just there and doesn't really serve much purpose.

The Chaos Council. I can't stand any of them. I think it would have been better if New Yolk's big bad had been a retro Robotnik. These guys? I just don't care about them and I don't find them menacing in the slightest. The baby makes me homicidal.

It wasn't as glaring this season, but the number of duplicate background characters with little to nothing to distinguish them from the others was extremely distracting and took me out of the story almost every time.

I don't think I liked or cared about any of the alternates except the ones in NY. I liked Dread at first but he got annoying pretty quickly. Feels like a lot of wasted potential.

Rusty Rose exists but you mean to tell me that the Chaos Council DOESN'T robotize it's citizens??? Isn't that what she's alluding to since she's clearly not 100% a robot? I know Robotnik/Eggman roboticizing animals has already been done a lot, but that's because it's good! It's scary! It's body horror! It could totally be freshened up if they wanted.

Kind of annoying that the S2E1 emphasized the need for Sonic and Shadow to work together, actually had them say that out loud, and then... just? Kinda didn't give Shadow anything to do for another whole season? All he did was nag Sonic a bit, kick some space rocks around, and then help fight a little at the very end. Maybe I'm biased because he's my favorite, but it's a little tiring to see Shadow constantly being used in newer stuff as just a vehicle to draw a crowd because SEGA knows fans love him, yet not actually giving him anything substantial to do.

This is such a minor thing in comparison to Prime's actual issues, but I didn't like anyone's new voices except Sonic and Shadow. Although, if I'm honest, Shadow's voice sounds almost more fitting for Knuckles. It's better imo than Thornton's Shadow (also a great VA just not my taste for that particular character), but it's def more a Knuckles voice than a Shadow voice. Tails is also fine but I can't stop hearing Rainbow Dash pfff. I don't like Amy, Rouge, and Knuckles' voices at all (Knux aside; the Brooklyn accent somehow makes it better and really suits him LOL).

Anyway, I really don't know how to feel about Prime. The idea is so so good but the execution could use a lot of work. Somehow I'm still excited for S3 and looking forward to it, assuming it gets a third, so I guess that means it isn't all too bad. It's just a pity that it still hasn't seemed to find it's footing. S1 and S2 could have been trimmed and condensed down into one season easily, I think, and been a much tighter show.

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[jaaliyah2025]

Background: This couple has been married 17 years. A man who works hard to provide for his family and a wife who just wants to be free. A marriage with ups and downs but they never gave up… well not that we know of.

*Its the weekend, Husband walks in from a long and hard day at work*

“Hello beautiful, I’m finally home. I could not wait to get home to you.”

*kisses her on the cheek then proceeds to walk to his side of the bed*

“hey”

*wife typing on phone, facing away from husband*

“How was your day?”

“It was okay. Just went to work.”

“I thought you only worked on Mondays, you’ve been going everyday.. it’s Friday.”

“Well, that’s just my schedule now.”

“um ok, I’m going to go make a drink. I am so glad it’s Friday! I’ll be right back up.”

“No, stay downstairs and drink.”

*Husband walks away silently, and wife’s phone starts ringing*

3 hours later…

~~

*Husband enters the bedroom. Then, wife hangs up the phone. Husband gets in bed and tries to embrace his wife*

“No! Sleep at the end of the bed… because… you snore too loud.”

*With frustration, Husband moves to the end of the bed while he listened to his wife laughing and typing all night long*

~~

*Husband wakes up and sees wife on the phone*

“Good Morning babe”

“hi, don’t you have to a job today? Aren’t you on call? You should go now to get it over with.”

“Yea… I do.”

*Husband gets dressed, kisses her, then leaves*

*Wife gets dressed. She puts on a long, colorful, and flowy dress, with some nice shoes to match, with silver jewelry, and some expensive perfume. She leaves for a few hours*

*Daughter comes into a parents room, sees that they are both gone. She calls mom but no answer. Then she calls dad and finds out that they are not together. The husband calls his wife*

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Nothing laying down.”

“Oh really? because I am pulling on the block and our car is not here.”

“Ugh. I am at the store trying to buy you some sneakers to surprise you.”

“What store?”

*wife angrily responds*

“THE SNEAKER STORE ON CECIL B MOORE.”

“Honey, you’ve been down Cecil b Moore 3 times this week.”

“This why I never do anything for you. You want to know everything.”

*wife hangs up the phone. The husband begins to share his suspicions with his son-in-law who is also his co-worker.”

“What she’s saying doesn’t add up.”

“Yea Pop, I agree. Something is not right.”

“The last time she start acting like this, I caught her cheating.”

“Wow.”

~~

*Husband returns home first then the wife follows*

“How was work? Did you have to do much?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong with you? What’s your attitude about?”

“Nothing.”

“I can tell something is bothering you.”

“Just tired.”

*Husband walks away, goes and makes a drink, then sits in the living room for the rest of the day*

*Daughter walks in room with mom*

“Your dad has a problem.”

“Probably because you left without anyone knowing. He was just concerned about your safety.”

“It’s no one’s business. I am grown, I can do what I want.”

“Yes you can, but lying about it is a different story.”

*Daughter walks out. The home went silent. Everyone has went their separate ways*

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im feeling kinda akward since its my first time requesting,i really really really like your writings and im wondering if you could do some angst for albedo, anything you feel like tbh, but if may i be a little selfish i was thinking on something like he hurt you, so you break up with him or maybe he break up with you and regret later, im in love with the genius and your writings so why not lol, hope you are doing well, xoxoxooxox

Thanks for the request anon. <3 Sorry it took so long, but I’m feeling angst today so here goes. Let me know what you think <3

QUEUED POST

Scenario: Breaking up

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst?

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read: (Part 2) (Part 3 - Final)

Albedo

Alone.

These days you found yourself alone in your shared home. It had been nearly a year since the two of you decided to live together. Maybe that was a bad idea.

You were smitten. He was such an intelligent man, and truth be told you loved how his mind worked. He was silent and mostly kept to himself at first, but with you, there were subtle touches, fleeting kisses. Oh and his eyes, the way his eyes brightened or the way his lips turned up at the sight of you. The way he held you close at nights, up until the morning.

Gone were those days. 

He was hardly home. The intelligent man you had fallen in love with, was also a workaholic. Perhaps you should’ve seen it coming. There were so many signs.

Maybe he changed. Maybe you changed. But the little things weren’t enough anymore. He came home just to sleep and wake up, and he was off again. 

“Bedo, have you got some time off on the weekend? We haven’t been up to Starsnatch Cliff in a while,” you had prodded him a few days ago, wondering if the problem would be solved if you made the first move. 

“Sorry, Y/N, we’re just about to discover more about the properties of electro crystals... It’ll be useful if we want to sustain higher energy concentrations on...” and just like that he had gone off a tangent explaining the whole thing. You smiled a little, it was still endearing how excited he got discussing those things. 

But you couldn’t help but be lonely at how he seemed to love his research more than you. 

‘Maybe I just need to be more proactive. That’s it! I’ll go and visit him at the lab today!’ Surprising him was one of the things that you had always wanted to do. But not a lot of things got past Albedo. He was observant like that. You made a quick run to the bakery, getting him some croissants and welcomed yourself into the Favonius Headquarters. 

You looked up at the sign on his laboratory door. That sign was always there though, Klee had told you about it, and Sucrose had also talked about it once or twice before, telling you that it wouldn’t be a good idea to go in if the sign was up. But when was it ever down? So, you shrugged, and pushed the door open with a wide smile.

“What are you doing here?!” There’s a wild look in Albedo’s eyes the moment you step in. He didn’t appreciate being disturbed. You tilted your head a little at his reaction, you weren’t expecting that.

“Oh, since you’ve been so busy these days I just thought I’d drop by and give you something to--”

“Y/N, did you not see the sign on the door? No disturbances, even from you,”

“I’ll just be quick, I’m just dropping this off,” you lift the paper bag from the bakery and lay it down on the nearest table. Albedo closes his eyes with a sigh. 

“...We’re working on something dangerous right now, I don’t have time to eat. Please take it back,”

Surprisingly, you obey quite quickly, and take the paper bag back into your hands. Annoyance start to pulse in your veins. “Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

Sucrose had been standing there the whole time, and you can see the slight wince on her face at your cold statement... But Albedo had returned it ten fold, snapping an answer back. “Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

You didn’t expect how much it would sting. Your shoulders slump downwards at the realization that this... had gone too far. You couldn’t take it anymore. Sucrose opens her mouth, but doesn’t know what to say looking back and forth between you and Albedo. 

The Kreideprinz had continued with his task as if nothing had happened at all, but he knew what he said. He didn’t want any interferences nor accidents happening in the lab and that was the only thing he cared about at the moment. 

Your foot moves to step back, but your eyes are glued to Albedo. You can only see his back. His hair tied up neatly, the shoulders that you loved to wrap your arms around and his hands that were always gentle. You took a good look, drinking the whole scene in like you hadn’t had a drop of water in days. 

This was the last time you would lay eyes on him and it broke you into so many pieces. You turned away without another word, Sucrose staring at the door, before she decided that she needed to follow you. “I-I’ll be back, Master Albedo,” she rarely ever abandoned an experiment, but she knew that you needed a friend right now. 

Ironic, because it should have been Albedo running after you, but instead the green-haired girl caught up to you just as you reached the fountain in the middle of Mondstadt. “Y/N!” she jogs, and stops when you do as you hear your name.

Tears prickled your cheeks, but they were more of frustration than sadness. You stand there for a moment, drying your tears and turning around towards Sucrose, gaze on the pavement. “Y/N...” Sucrose approaches carefully, hand resting on your shoulder.

“...I don’t know anything other than Albedo, Sucrose,” you start, a curtain of memories flashing through your mind. “...Without him, there isn’t much reason for me to stay in Mondstadt,” Sucrose shakes her head rather hastily. “H-He’s just... a little occupied right now, Y/N, I’m sure he doesn’t mean what he said,” You close your eyes, the scene repeating in your head.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

A hard lump forms on your throat at how hard you try not to sob. How hard you try to keep yourself together and Sucrose sees it from the way your lips tremble. “Sucrose, please watch over him,” and that is also the last that Sucrose sees of you. 

That night, Albedo arrives home exhausted, just as he always does. But now that he was home, he could at least expect a warm meal and a warm hug. A soft smile tugs on his lips at the thought.

When he turned the lights on, he was met with a strange stillness instead. His hand stays on the switch as his eyes scan the living room. It was...quiet. There were no plates on the table, and there were no sounds from the kitchen.

Deep in the pits of his stomach there’s an anxiety that starts bubbling up. He brushes it off, opting instead to check the kitchen. “Y/N?”

Empty. 

His footsteps hasten as he opens the bedroom door, expecting you to be curled up there, asleep. 

Empty.

Albedo takes in a shaky breath. You were probably just out in town, doing some late night shopping. Yeah, that’s it, perhaps you just didn’t have enough ingredients for dinner today and--his eyes land on the bedside table.

The photo frame is gone. The photo of the two of you standing side by side together with comfortable smiles on your faces, his hand on your waist, and the house on the background. 

He throws open the closet doors. Your clothes are gone. Your shoes are gone. Even your scent seemed to have disappeared. The anxiety that was once a small bubble in his stomach had started to claw it’s way out, wrenching his heart in places that he didn’t know could hurt. The tears pooling in his eyes were so foreign that he didn’t even know what was happening until he hears himself gasp back a sob.

You’re gone. 

Suddenly it was so hard to breathe, but he pulls himself up and out the door. There’s no way. Where would you go? Perhaps you were just around Mondstadt, trying to get a breath of fresh air to calm your nerves. He searches everywhere. The church, the tavern, the Good Hunter and even atop the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters. There was a decent view of the city there, and his eyes roam the streets, just to get a glimpse of you.

“...Please...” There’s another lump in his throat, his eyes dart around looking for any small sign of you. 

“Albedo? Tired?” you ask as he returns home one day. He merely lets out a small “Mm,” and pulls a chair out from the dining table to sit on. You walk into the kitchen to fetch him a cup of tea, and he snatches your hand to press a soft kiss on the back of it. “Thank you, love,” 

“...Please!” his grip on the stone walls of the rooftop tighten. His vision blurs.

“Al! Don’t do that!” you try to swat his hand away from the pot, a short laugh coming off of your lips at how mischievous he could be sometimes, trying to dip his finger into the sauce. He has a grin on his face as he successfully tastes the sauce off his finger, making a sound of approval as he draws you in for a light kiss on your forehead, “It’s good, as always,” 

His legs buckle, and he finds himself on his knees, hands fisted upon the cold stone wall. “At least tell me where you've gone! I can’t--” he doesn’t know when the last time he cried was, but whenever it was, he doesn’t remember it to be this bad. The pain was unlike any injury he had, it grasped so tightly at his heart.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

He furiously shakes his head because he knows that it was his fault. “I didn’t mean it, please give them back,” as if there was someone else who took you away. As if there was a God listening to him right now. 

He realizes that the worst of it was not that you had left, but that you had left no traces of you behind. No photo. Not a piece of clothing. Not a trace of your existence.

Nothing for him to hold on to.

That night, he dragged himself back home. Face flushed and hot from the tears he had shed and the ones he was attempting to hold back.

That night, he painfully got into bed.

Alone.

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