#and i think i want to stick to that for as long as possible

[f1fantasys]

MONACO BABY - Part 2.

Summary - the aftermath of fucking with no condom.

Warnings - pregnancy, light angst, unprotected sex, m! and f! receiving oral, blowjob, cum play, spit play, nipple stimulation, degradation, use of the word slut, use of the word milf.

Idk where the angst came from. But hope you enjoy xx

4.2+K words

You stared at the two lines on each of the three sticks, heart beating rapidly as a million thoughts went through your head. The thought at was at the front - Lando. And his reaction.

The night he won Monaco was one of the best you’d had together. A newfound intimacy that neither of you saw coming, but so gladly welcomed. It had been 3 months since that night, 3 months since Lando had fucked you continuously without a condom whenever you were together. Yes you both talked about it while going at it - him fucking a baby into you. But the reality of the situation was never spoken about outside of the bedroom. And now? You’d woken up last week feeling queasy, but of course you blamed it on your recent travels, busy schedules, out of routine. Not once did this become a possibility in your head. This morning though? It came rushing through you as you bent over the toilet seat, spewing last nights dinner out of your body. Lando was quick behind you, holding your hair back and rubbing your back ever so gently. ‘Must be the damn salmon, now you get why I don’t eat fish, yeah?’ He had chuckled - more to himself. You kept your thoughts to yourself. Not wanting to face it head on without knowing for sure. Not wanting to panic lando for not reason - or worse, not wanting to see him put a guard up if it were true. So you waited til he left for training, walking to the store in wobbly legs, and bought the three tests. Back home - the five minute wait took forever as you sat on the edge of the bath tub, heart beating out of your chest. Then your phone timer went off. And your world wobbled a little.

You decided you needed some time to process this before telling Lando. He had the right to know, but everything was happening too quickly right now. He came back from training, sweat dripping off his body as he pecked your lips, once, twice, before pulling you into a fill make out session, stealing your mind away for all of thirty seconds before he sensed something was off.

‘Babe?’

‘Hmm?’ You responded, pretending not to catch on.

‘You ok?’ He asked, back of his knuckles gently rubbing your cheek.

You took a deep breath. ‘Yeah, just still a bit icky from this morning’ you lied but was glad when he said he’d take a quick shower and spend the rest of the day cuddling.

Normally a day of cuddling would be welcomed with open arms by you, but today it was the worst. The quiet of the apartment and the steady beat of Lando’s heart against your head gave you too much space to think, or overthink really. You were sure Lando knew something was off, but still, you tred through the day without saying a word.

As you settled into bed that night, Lando was quick insinuate he wanted to fuck. And as much as you were withdrawn through the day, you were horny and so you didn’t protest when he slid up behind you, your back to his chest as his breath was hot against your neck.

His arm slid around your waist to cup your sex and you shifted slightly forward, spreading your legs further open to give him space as he pushed your panties to the side.

He dragged his fingers through your slick folds as he let out an incoherent groan at the feeling before circling your hole with his index.

‘You’re good, yeah?’ He breathed out as you nodded your head.

And it wasn’t long before Lando was finger fucking you, three fingers deep as you moaned lewd moans, one hand reaching back to cup his head behind you.

‘So fucking tight like always’ he cooed, quickening his pace as your walls constructed around him.

‘Lan, fuck’ you panted, your orgasm nearing with each second before he finally punched your clit, sending you into an array of grunts, your juices spewing all over his fingers as your body trembled beside his.

He slowed his movements, pulling out his fingers and bringing them straight to his lips as you shifted onto your back now, pulling his head down for a dirty kiss, making him hover above your body now.

‘Please, I need you’ you begged, body quite literally shivering with anticipation with how bad you needed him.

He was quick to shred both of your clothes off, and you bit down of your lip as he freed his member, hard as rock and glistening with pre cum as he pumped himself a few times, lining up at your entrance.

He pushed into with with a single thrust, bottoming out as your hands instinctively left his face and flew down to your stomach, your brain fizzled with everything that’s going on.

‘Shit, did I hurt you?’ He asked, pulling out completely, dick glistening with cum from your previous orgasm.

‘I-huh?’ You asked, confused at his sudden reaction.

He looked down to your hands cradling your stomach.

‘Did I hurt you? Why’re you holding your stomach like that?’ He questioned.

Your cheeks flushed, words stuttering out your mouth.

‘N-no, j-just a cramp. I-I’m okay’ you said, bringing your hands back up to his body.

‘You’re off today. What’s going on?’ He asked again.

‘Lan I’m okay, promise. Please, I need you’ he edged him on.

His face told you he didn’t believe you, but he remained his position, this time sliding into you slowly and carefully as if testing the waters, before setting a pace that was much slower than you were both used to.

You pulled his head down into your neck, so he wouldn’t have to look at you while a million different things went through your head, the pair of you grunting and groaning at the feeling as he started leaving open mouthed kisses at the base of your neck, suckling and biting down on your sweet spot.

‘Fuck Lan, please don’t stop, feels so good, god’ you whimpered, fists pulling at his hair.

His breath was hot against your cheek as he pulled back slightly, before locking lips with you in a sloppy kiss as his movements started becoming more erratic.

His hand slid down to your clit, finding it in no time as he pinched and pulled at it, sending you over the edge with no warning as you quivered beneath him.

Lando looks down, he’d never not get off seeing his dick coated with your cum, and now he back to thrusting in and out of you relentlessly, chasing him high as he latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, heavenly groans leaving his mouth as well as yours when you came yet again.

It wasn’t even a few seconds until came, ropes of hot sticky cum filling you up as you casually placed one hand over your belly again, Lando grunting in your ear, something about how ‘fucking amazing you are’ as his body bucked above yours.

He eventually slowed his pace, rolling off you breathlessly to lie next to you, both your chests heaving.

You looked at him, really looked at him for the first time today, and he was quick to smile at you, cuddling you to his side.

‘You sure you’re ok?’ He asked, as you nodded again. ‘More than’ you said, even if it was a lie.

‘Never gonna get tired to fucking you raw like this’ he whispered into your hair before you both feel asleep, drenched in each other’s juices.

You woke up the next morning in a fright, jumping out of bed for the toilet again as you threw up everything from yesterday.

Lando was quick behind you again, both your lack of clothes making it a rather awkward encounter, nothing graceful or sexy at all as you spewed your guts.

‘What’s going on, how are you sick this morning again?’ He asked as you finally stood up and rinsed your mouth at the basin.

As if the moment couldn’t get any worse, the both of your still naked, the words left your mouth before you could even think.

‘I’m pregnant.’ You said softly, feeling all your blood rush up to your brain as your gripped onto the counter as hard as you could, watching Lando.

He was silent. Looking at you like he’d seen a ghost, face going pale in a matter of seconds.

You felt a single tear slide down your cheek, the part of you which knew he wouldn’t be happy. It was just too early. But you both had no one to blame but yourselves.

Lando continued to stare at you as you wiped a few tears away, mentally begging him to just hold you, tell you that everything is gonna be okay.

But he didn’t.

Instead he looked down, before finally making his way out of the bathroom.

Your body shook, grabbing a towel from the counter and wrapping it around yourself as you followed him.

You watched with your heart in your mouth as he slipped on a pair of shorts and a tshirt, running shoes, before he finally looked up at you.

‘I need some space’ he said ever so softly, before walking out of the room.

On hearing the front door shut behind him, your body crumbled to the floor, sobs taking over you as the thing you were most afraid of happening was happening. Had you lost Lando?

After a while the sobs slowed, and you willed yourself to get up. You got your phone, dialing his number only to hear it ring endlessly on the other side. You sent him a message. ‘Please Lando. Just come home’ you begged, before taking a shower.

You got dressed and sat at the edge of the bed, body and mind numb, until you jolted awake when the front door opened.

Your chest was heaving now, very differently to how it was while you were under Lando last night, but you held your breath as his footsteps got louder, tears already spilling down your cheeks.

When he walked in, his face was flushed, pink cheeks, sweat dripping from his hair down.

He didn’t say anything as he came and sat down next to you. All he did was take your hand into his own and bring it to his lap.

‘I’m so fucking sorry for how I just acted y/n’ he said shortly, turning to face you as your body trembled with fear and a little bit of relief.

You don’t blame him for his lack of words or actions. It couldn’t have been easy for him to hear the words you just threw at him. But you just wished he held on you instead of running away.

Lando pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as tightly at he could.

‘I love you more than anything, you know that. And I’ll do everything in my power to always be here for you. Fuck y/n, baby please forgive me for running out just now.’ He said, locking your chin between his fingers to make you look up at him, your tears falling uncontrollably now. ‘I panicked, which i had no right to considering it was my idea to not use a condom since that night. But I’m right here now, I promise.’ He said, his own eyes glossy as he used his fingers to brush your hair out of your face.

‘I know Lan, it’s okay, but please talk to me. I can’t do this alone’ you sobbed into his chest again.

‘You’re not alone baby, look at me,’ he said, making you look up again. ‘You’re not alone baby. I’ll never let you be, yeah? Guess I just needed to clear my head, too many thoughts all at once. But I’m here now’ he repeated yet again.

He held on to you, tight as possible as your tears soaked his tshirt, while he whispered simple nothings into your ear until you calmed down.

Eventually you pulled back, eyes and cheeks puffy as he gently cradled your face, leaning down to let his lips liger against yours a for a bit before kissing you, pouring every bit of his love for you into it. You kissed him back, hard, straddling his hips now and pushing him to lie back.

When you pulled back for air, Lando let his hands find your belly. The gloss in his eyes returning. ‘We’re actually having a baby’ he said, almost in disbelief though he had a smile on his face.

You looked down before settling your hands above his, still on your stomach. ‘We are’ you repeated after him.

He sat up against the head board and gently rubbed the back of his knuckles against your stomach.

‘Hi baby, it’s your daddy’ he whispered, so softly your almost didn’t hear him as you ran your hands through his damp hair.

‘Lan, they’re probably the size of a peanut right now’ you said giggling through the tears that had escaped your eyes.

‘Shhh, I’m talking to our daughter’ he said, winking at you before turning his attention back to your stomach as your breath hitched.

‘You’r mummy’s the most amazing woman in the whole world, and I promise to love you both forever and ever’ he whispered again, leaning down to leave a few soft kisses.

You cupped his face as he then leaned up to kiss you again, ever so softly, but suddenly pulling back with a face contorted in shock.

‘What?’ You asked, panic returning.

‘Last night. I hurt you. Fuck. I must have hurt her’ he said, voice raspy and rising with each word.

‘Relax Lan, we’re okay. I promise’ you said, thumbs swiping across his cheeks.

‘I love you, and her, but fuck how the hell am I supposed to not fuck you for 9 month?’ He asked, not impressed.

‘You have to learn to make love to me darling’ you whispered, leaning down to kiss him before he could respond.

He kissed you back like his life depended on it, tongue battling yours as you fought back with equal measure, until he moved down to your neck, biting down harshly before soothing down with his tongue. All the while his hands found your boobs, massaging, tugging and circling around your nipples when he pulled back again, eyes glued to your chest. ‘You’re telling me your boobs are gonna be swollen, all because I fucked a baby into you?’ He asked, making you gasp and swat his chest in shock.

‘Lando!’

‘What? It’s the truth. Fuck nothings ever made me this hard before’ - a statement you’d agree with because your cunt was currently clenched around nothing as you felt his girth get thicker and thicker under your ass.

He gently rolled you over so he was hovering over you now, holding himself up on his palms that were on either side of your face. His eyes bore into yours, a look you’d never get tired of seeing, before he broke off into a smile, a full Lando Norris smile, and one you couldn’t help but through back at him.

‘A fucking baby. We’re actually gonna have a mini us running around’ he said softly.

‘Uh huh’ was all you could muster up as Lando dragged his fingers through your slick folds, while his mouth explored your lips, kissing you hard before lining two fingers up at your core.

You tangled your own hands in his hair and let out a guttural groan when he pushed them inside you, your walls immediately clenching tightly around him as he set a rhythm quickly, thrusting them in and out while continually hitting against your g-spot.

‘Fuck Lando. Please’ you begged, not sure what for. All you knew was you needed to feel him everywhere.

‘Gonna take my time with you baby. you’re fucking stuck with me now’ he murmured, adding a third finger, thumb brushing against your clit. And you don’t know if it was his words or the things his fingers were doing to you, but you very quickly felt that warmth build up in your stomach quicker than usual, letting out lewd moans as your orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking underneath him as he slid down, wasting no time in replacing his fingers with his tongue.

‘Fuck me. Of my god Lan!’ You shrieked when you felt his tongue, hot and hard against you while you still had cum gushing out of you. A string of more moan left your body as he didn’t slow his movements, relentlessly suckling on your cunt as you pulled on his hair.

Lando, clearly enjoying the little how, also let out his own hums and moans at the sounds you were making, his taste buds tingling at the taste of you.

Eventually and to no surprise, it wasn’t long until another orgasm approached, hard and fast as he lapped and lapped, making sure to swallow everything you could offer as your body shook once more.

Finally he pulled back, body collapsing alongside yours as you both caught your breaths.

‘I’m not done yet’ he warned as you’d think he’d stop without putting his dick inside of you.

You looked at him, panting, seller coating both your faces as you rolled on top of him, straddling him once more and leaning down to kiss him again.

While doing so, your hand reached back and got a hold of his throbbing cock, his hips bucking as he twitched in your hand, giving him a few pumps before he reluctantly let you go to let you slide down his body.

You were on your knees, pumping him ferociously as he settled his hands behind his head, face contorted in pleasure while small pants left his mouth.

You leaned forward, licking the seed to precut that was building up on his tip, asking him hiss at the contact.

‘That fucking mouth. Trouble, I’ll tell you that’ he said, winking down at you as you sent him a smirk before taking as much of him into your mouth as you could.

Lando let one hand tangle in your hair, gripped at your tightly as you worked on him, pumping whatever you couldn’t fit in while he released pornographic groans to fill the room, hips jerking forward every so often.

‘Fuck baby just like that. Always takes me so well’ he said breathlessly as you were full on gagging now, tears at the corners of your eyes and movements becoming sloppy, which made lando take control now, both his hands bracing your head tightly as he fucked his cock in and out of your mouth, obscene, wet, slick noises filling up the room.

‘Ah fuck. I’m close’ he grunted through gritted teeth, his own movements faltering now. He never bothered asking where you wanted it, he knew you to tell by now, but he was definitely caught off guard when you pulled off him just as his release hit him, and positioned yourself so he came gutturally all over your boobs, making a right mess as his chest heaved, both from his high but also at the sight in front of him, your face glistening his sweat, tears, and spit, while his cum was covering your chest, dripping down your body.

‘I-fuck. How do you fucking do it. Get sexier everyday. God’ he said, collapsing back onto the bed and pulling you down with him.

None of you cared at the mess you were making, you just needed to be as close as possible. The room - quite literally smelling of sex made your insides tangle. It was like your own bubble, away from the outside world.

Lando’s fingers combed through your hair, his breath still heavy and causing goosebumps on your body at the contrast.

‘Still gonna fuck you- no, make love to you’ he said, making you giggle with how high pitched his voice went, while his face was one of distaste.

‘Yeah?’ You asked teasingly. ‘You need a minute?’ You asked, pointed at his dick that was normally fully hard again by now but instead just semi-hard this time. He shifted, cupping himself.

‘God Lan, you’ve only just become a dad. Already losing your stamina?’ You joked. And that’s when he was back, wasting no time in man-handling your body so you were pinned underneath him, hands above your head in a lock.

‘Careful y/n’ he said, knowing you were putty his hands now, body squirming and wriggling under his , craving friction.

You closed your eyes, let out a few pants as you couldn’t find it in you to respond to him, knowing you had lost the little game that you started.

With one hand still pinning yours above your head, Lando let the fingers of his other linger on his sticky cum on your boobs, spreading it around, picking your perked nipples with it before finally leaning down and letting his lips close around your pebble, sucking harshly, groaning when he swallowed his own cum.

‘Lando, please’ you begged, sure you let cum from just the sight of him, just the thought of him tasing himself.

‘So desperate and for what? For me? For my cock?’ He asked.

‘Yes. Please.’ You responded, not caring how ridiculously desperate you sounded.

Lando liked himself up at your entrance, his face hovering just above yours, so close that your breaths were mingling, and the he pushed in, ever so gently, the both of you groaning in unison.

You bit down on his shoulder, nails digging into his biceps as his body stilled, giving you both a few seconds to adjust before he finally started moving, thrusting in and out, slowly but deeply, your body shifting upwards with each movement.

‘Look at you’ he said, breath hot on your cheek. ‘Always so ready for me. Always so fucking right for me’ he said while your nails scratched along his back, surely drawing blood with his deep you were going.

‘Lan please don’t stop. Please. I-I- fuck. You feel so good baby’ you moaned, wrapping your legs around him as tight as you could.

‘Such a slut f’me’ he said, movements slightly faster but still not quick enough to what you were both used to.

At one point he pulled back to look at you, kissing you tender before saying words that rocked your core.

‘Not slut. milf. My own fucking milf. Fuck me’ he said, voice raspy, almost whispering the last part to himself as he dropped his head back into your neck and let out a rough grunt.

All you could do was shut your eyes, leave wet kisses along his own neck while letting out quick pants, quick moans, his hand traveling south to play with your clit which in turn sent you graveling over the edge, body trembling uncontrollably as your walls clenched tightly around him, cum coating his dick as he groaned at the feeling.

He slowed his movements, almost coming to complete stop as you whined at him.

‘Need a minute fuck. Don’t want it to end here’ he said, pulling out and sitting back on his knees, fingers still circling your pussy to give you some pleasure.

You looked at each other, breathless, faces flushed, hair damp with sweat, and before you could fathom what was happening, you found yourself on all fours, Lando thrusting himself through you while one hand was latched to your hips and the other tangled in your hair.

This was always one of his favorite positions, especially after making you cum a few times before. The sight of you on your hands and knees, skin slick and ass perfectly rounded, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as you moaned and squirmed before him.

Picking up the pace a little, he pulled your body up, so your back was against his chest, and he snaked a hand to your front, traveling up your body and snaking around your neck, putting some pressure but not enough to hurt you, sending you into an array of grunts.

It felt like he had a claim on you, the though along pushing you over the edge once again, body like jelly, shuddering in his arms as pulled out yet again, flipping you over and giving straight back through your cunt, looking for his own high.

‘Lando’ you panted, too fucked out to say anything else.

‘I know. I’m right there with you baby’ he said, and not a few seconds later was he emptying his loaf into you, pushing it deeper and deeper as his cock Troy he’d uncontrollably, hips bucking into yours, obscene noises and swear words leaving his mouth as he slumped down on your body.

The only sounds in the room were that of your scattered breaths, nothing else. Lando was practically glued to your body, the mix of sweat and cum making a filthy mess of the both of you as he stayed wrapped in your arms for the longest time, before he pecked his head up to look at you.

‘You’re fucking amazing. I love you, and our baby so much. I’ll always love you both. He whispered, lips pecking yours every so often.

‘I love you too Lan. I know this is crazy timing, but I’ll do everything I can to make sure you have our support, always.’ You said, pulling him in for a tantalizing kiss.

Fin.

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[everybondyoubreak]

every bond you break

Chapter 1: I'll stick around if you will

pairing: joel miller x female reader

plot summary: You were supposed to leave the past behind when you took Maria's offer to come to Jackson — not get stuck training under Joel Miller’s watchful, unforgiving eye or babysitting Ellie on supply runs. Keeping your distance was the plan. Despite your constant clashing with Joel, there is an obvious attraction between you two, and a few other things revealed along the way that bring you closer together.

warnings: slowburn, seriously, like super slooowburn, mutual pining, blood & gore, tension, competence kink, enemies to friends to lovers, reader is age-appropriate, overprotective joel, eventual smut, eventual romance, found family

AO3

The first weeks in Jackson were peaceful.

You had lived alone in the middle of nowhere for a long time, so any sound of life you heard was something to get used to. This was what having neighbors felt like. At first it startled you a bit, but now you were comfortable enough to get annoyed when they woke you up in the morning.

And people woke up so early here. Your house was close to the center of town, another thing to get used to. There was a dining hall, a daycare, even a bar. People, places, things. It was noisy and new. It was a lot.

This is what you asked for though.

Maria was surprised when you reached out. Well, you didn’t exactly reach out. You came all the way down to Jackson with your two bags fully packed and finally took up her offer.

Your father knew her father before the pandemic. They weren’t close then, but calamity caused the two to join forces. They’d collaborate together, exchanging supplies and directing each other to valuable resources. They were grateful for your father’s support in building their settlement. They even offered your family to join, several times.

Sometime down the line, Maria’s father passed. And soon after so did yours. Around then, Maria asserted that their offer still stands. You cautiously declined, but you got curious.

One thing led to another, and here you were. In this one-story cottage. Sure, the knotty pine paneling was peeling off the wall a bit, but you were determined to make it work. With all the newcomers, they were having trouble refurbishing enough houses quickly and safely. This was the best they could offer with your sudden arrival.

It was already a lot to show up so unannounced, you wanted to be as little of a nuisance as possible.

“You’re sure?” Maria had asked, “I know this is a bit of a downgrade from your old house.” “It’s perfect, seriously.” You insisted.

And it was. The front door had this stained-glass window which let the light scatter in this kaleidoscopic way. The kitchenette had checkered red tiles and a breakfast nook. The living room had a small fireplace along with a window-seat to read in. The house was filled with light and surrounded by sound. The complete opposite of your father’s house.

When you got up to fill your kettle to make some tea, the sink proceeded to collapse in on itself.

Fuck.

-

Maria’s husband, Tommy, came to fix the sink. He had half his body sprawled across your kitchen floor, head under the cupboard, trying to re-install the fixture.

It was surprising to see the life Maria had built here. She had a devoted husband and a baby on the way. On top of it all, she seemed extremely involved with every aspect of Jackson. Despite her extensive involvements, she was still immediately to your aide when you came to her about the sink. She sent Tommy over to help right away.

“So, do you and Maria just do everything around here?” You asked, half-joking.

“You’d think. Maria’s gotten better at delegating though. I was going to send Brian down here but,” He stuck his head out from underneath, “I realized he was the one to install this piece of shit. He did a fuckin’ awful job.”

“I wish I knew anything about plumbing, I would help-” You said, feeling useless, as he stuck his head back under, twisting away. He muttered something telling you to not worry about it. “Well there is this other thing I was going to ask you about,” He said, “Maria says you wanted to start helping out a bit.”

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You were excited to prove your worth. “She said you were a pretty talented artist as a kid, don’t know if…” “I’d be happy to help paint houses, or whatever you need painted around here.”

Tommy laughs at your suggestion, “No, I was thinking more like, teaching the art classes?” You looked out the window above the kitchen sink, out at the scrappy sanctuary ahead, and asked “Do we really need art classes?”

You were surprised, and slightly offended. Weren’t there bigger things to focus on in the community? And why weren’t you allowed to be a part of it?

“We do actually, the schoolteachers have been asking-” “I just don’t think I’m up to the task.” Jesus, you also hadn’t been around a child in what, a decade? You continued, “Maria had mentioned patrols. I’m good at long-range shooting I could really-”

Tommy stuck his head back out from under the sink, “We’re good for patrols right now, really.” The way he said it stung a bit. He could see your hurt and quickly began to explain, “You know, my brother…he just settled down here as well just a few months ago…he’s takin’ up a good amount of the rotations.”

“That’s just one guy though, I’m just saying if you need alternates or-”

Tommy wiped a bead of sweat from his raised brows and continued working, “Then we will let you know. But for now, we are good.”

He worked at the sink in silence for a few more minutes. When he was finished, you thanked him and asked, “Do you want a glass of water? I would’ve offered earlier but, you know…”

Tommy laughed, “I’m fine. Just let me know if you have any more problems with this thing.”

You nodded and kept your arms crossed. There was a confusing twist of gratitude and obligation growing inside you. Tommy and Maria were going above and beyond to get you settled here and you provided nothing.

As if reading your mind, he spoke your name and explained, “People want to live life here. They want to enjoy and create. I know you don’t think art and that stuff is important but here it matters. Really.”

“Thank you, Tommy. I think it’s just a big ask for right now. I also haven’t painted or drawn like that in years…” You stood up straighter, “I’m better at surviving for now, just let me stick to what I know.” “Alright, alright, that’s fair.”

He stuck his hands in his pocket, as if searching around for an idea in there until he came up with something. He settled on just saying, “Let me talk to Maria.”

-

Much to your dismay, you had ran out of your own food at home and needed to retreat to the dining hall for dinner. The dining hall was overwhelming in its quantities. The amount of food it offered. The number of people milling about in there at all times. You liked to keep your visits there quick.  

But as you opened your door to head out, you could spot Maria walking in the direction towards your house.

You held your breath and nervously walked out to meet her, giving a small wave to politely welcome her over. She stopped in front of the short white picket fence that surrounded your house.

“I don’t think pregnant women should be walking as much as you do.” You mentioned, gesturing to her pregnant belly. She smiled, “You’re on the way over into town. I came by to check on things.”

You nodded and crossed your arms, “Things are good."

“The sink working now?” She asked, eyes narrowing. Maria was always kind to you, but she had an interrogatory way about her.

“Yes, thank you.”

Now she stayed quiet, and you kept talking, “It really wasn’t that much of an emergency. You didn’t need to have Tommy do that right away-” Why were you so nervous? You were obviously telling the truth.

“We just want to make sure you’re alright here.” She said, hand resting on her swollen stomach. The care and attention Maria provided so readily put you on edge. Maybe you were waiting for a price to be given. People don’t care like that for free. She must’ve felt that she owed something to your father.

“I’m fine, I feel like you guys think I can’t handle myself.” The words felt sticky on your tongue coming out.

Maria sighed, “I know you can handle yourself, that’s the problem.” You looked up at her with a puzzled expression.

“You’ve been alone for a decade on top of that mountain. I know you want to be part of a community and I trust you’ll be fine,” Maria looked around at the other townspeople walking by, “It just takes people a lot of adjusting here to get back to what life was like before.”

“Is that why you’re hellbent on me doing art therapy or whatever?” “I was just spitting ideas to Tommy. It helps to have something to do here besides survive.” “Let me help you guys. It’s the least I can do, let me earn my keep.”

She put her hands on her hips, “Alright. We’re doing supply runs this week and they’re training one of the other newcomers here. You want in?”

Better than nothing. “Sure.”

“Perfect, I’ll have Tommy tell Will you’re joining tomorrow’s run then.”

-

What Tommy and Maria failed to mention was the age group of the crew. When you arrived to the meet-up, the sun was barely making an appearance. However, you were still the last to show up because you walked past the group a few times at first. You had mistakenly thought it was some school field trip gathering by the gate.

The “adult” of the group called out your name. You approached cautiously with your horse trotting behind you.

“That’s you right? The newest newbie of the crew?” You nodded in response, he stuck out his hand, “I’m Will.”

Will couldn’t have been older than 26 years old. He was stocky and had dirty-blonde hair that skirted the top of his eyes. He was growing out what looked to be a mustache on top of his lip. His horse matched his demeanor, down to the hair color. Well, minus the mustache. You leaned out to shake his hand and peer at the motley crew of juveniles he was leading.

It was three kids. Teenagers to use the proper term. One of them was a small, freckled girl with reddish hair tied messily in a loose ponytail. She looked spry but restrained, like a jack-in the box. One wrong turn and she’d spring at you. The rest of the crew was a pair of teenage boys, looking to be around 16 or 17. The taller one had brown, curly hair, and seemed a bit skittish. The shorter one was a bit more muscular, with a buzzcut faded by red hair. You could tell from his smirk he was gonna be a pain in the ass.

Will pointed at the freckled girl, “I’m gonna have you paired up with Ellie. She just started a few weeks ago so she can show you a bit of what she’s learned so far.”

The two of you glanced at each other, you shrugged and led your horse to stand beside hers.

“Careful,” Buzzcut boy leaned over to you with a grin and loudly pretended to whisper, “She’s a handful. Her last buddy just quit runs because she was such a-”

“Shut the fuck up, Dylan” Ellie snapped. The boy sneered, “It’s Devin. My name is Devin.”

“Like I care,” Ellie growled back, “I have some other names I’d like to call you instead-” You kept your head down, but a small laugh slipped out of you. The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise at your amusement.

“Alright!” Will shushed you all, “Enough. We only have so many hours of daylight to use. We’re heading east today. Patrols this week haven’t had any sightings of raiders or infected but still, no messing around.” He said this looking directly at Ellie. She rolled her eyes.

Will continued, “It’s a long ride to Wilson Valley. During this time, I want you to think about inventory. Things we need. Do we remember the acronym?”

The teens all nodded in unison but stayed silent. Will looked around, “Any of you gonna recite it for the newbie? Greg, you try.”

Greg, the lanky, quieter one, recited carefully, “Yeah, uh, we’re looking for items that are S-A-F-E.”

“Do you remember what that stands for—”

“Supplies, ammo, fire-starters, and electronics.” Ellie interjected, counting off each word on her fingers.

Will sighed, “Right, whatever, let’s just get going.”

-

The first hour riding to Wilson Valley was quiet. Will stayed a few paces behind to keep an eye on the group. You and Ellie rode side-by-side in silence, a few paces behind Greg and Devin who led the way.

Eventually, Ellie began the conversation , “Not to be rude,” You braced yourself as she asked, “But how old are you exactly?”

You dodged an incoming tree branch before answering, “It’s hard to keep track. What year is it again?”

“2034.”

You quickly did the math in your head and said the answer aloud. Ellie whistled, “Oh wow, so you’re like, actually kind of old.”

“Kind of old?” You repeated in disgust, “I’m not old.”

She smiled devilishly, “You’re older than Will, and Will is pretty old. He’s like, twenty-four.”

“Ellie, isn’t your dad like 200 years old?” Devin jeered from up front. Ellie rolled her eyes, “Yeah, and Joel could still kick your ass any day of the week, dipshit.”

You laughed and asked, “So if your dad is 200 years old, then how old are you, pipsqueak?”

“Fifteen.” Ellie answered quickly, “And Joel’s not my dad he’s—” She paused to figure out the wording. Her shoulders tensed up.

“I get it.” You said, leaving it at that. In the far distance, you could hear a mourning dove call out, softening the sudden silence between you two.

Will led the group down one more long, scraggly road, before finally arriving at what looked to be a scattered arrangement of abandoned cabins. A worn-down sign stood solemnly in the midst of the buildings. “Jackson Hole Bible College” You read under your breath.

Greg and Devin went off to what looked to be the campus’s old library. Will directed you and Ellie to take the largest cabin on the far left and search for items to grab.

When you entered the place, it looked to be a cafeteria. Or what used to be a cafeteria. Tables were flipped over, some chairs snapped in half, trays of disintegrated food and silverware abandoned mid-meal. On the front wall, there was a giant calendar boasting a time from over two decades ago. A flyer advertising tutoring services was still pinned up, a few strips of paper dangling out a phone number that no longer existed.

The place seemed eerily untouched in some parts of the room and then completely ravaged the next. Rows of coffee mugs sat peacefully on one shelf. In contrast, the shelf beneath it consisted of only shattered glassware.

It was odd how time behaved now. Destruction and decay weren’t as consistent as you’d think. Of course, most places and things had been completely ravaged as years passed. Yet some things stayed untouched, devoid of any evidence of worth or affection. You couldn’t decide which was worse.

“So, SAFE.” You recited as you scanned the room, “Supplies…”

“Yeah, you know, food, water, medicine…” Ellie began to list out as she rummaged through one of the rickety cabinets hanging off the wall.

“Coffee?” You held up a yellow can of Cafe Bustelo, shaking the contents at her playfully. Ellie’s eyes widened, “Wait, really? Let me see that.”

“You a big coffee person?” “No, but Joel is.” Ellie said, shoving the can into her backpack and zipping it tightly. She looked around, “Don’t tell Will or them. They want us to share all of what we find…but some things,” She smiled, “We can keep for ourselves.”

You nodded along, “I like the way you think.” As you rummaged around more, you found some cans of tuna, an opened bottle of honey, and other non-perishable treasures. Across the room, you saw Ellie head towards a long, thin door by the kitchen. A few minutes passed, and you could hear her loudly cursing at something.

“What’s up?” You yelled over to her, to which she grunted, “This door…it’s fucking locked!” “Hang on…” As you made your way over, you swiftly pulled a pick from your back pocket. You swatted her aside and began to dig into the keyhole, feeling around for the pins that kept it shut.

After a few seconds of shimmying it around, the lock clicked open. Ellie raised her eyebrows,“Impressive.”

It was still dark inside the now unlocked room, but you could faintly see stacks of food lined across the wall. Excitedly, you reached for the light switch, flicking it on to reveal a pair of bare feet dangling in front of you. Your heart shot up into your throat. Horrified at the sight, and the stench, of the body hanging mid-air. Miraculously, you kept quiet. There was a swollen red ring around the dead man’s left foot. The bite marks around it were a bubbly, bright red.

“Oh…” Ellie said lowly, but began to make her way inside to scavenge around the body. Without hesitation, you latched onto her shoulder to pull her back and hissed, “Careful!”

“Why? The guy’s obviously dead—” “He might be dormant…”

On cue, the feet began to wiggle and move in the air. The rest of the body began convulsing and sputtering as it dangled in the air, screeching to free itself from the noose. Ellie stumbled back, “Oh fuck!”

You shoved Ellie behind you, reached for your pistol and immediately shot up at the body, blasting it directly in the neck. The body snapped off from the head and hit the ground with a back-to-back thud. The two of you stared in disgust at the remains. The now severed head laid on its side, looking like shredded cabbage from the blow.

“Fuckin’ disgusting…” Ellie whispered.

“HEY!” Will’s voice came booming in from behind, “The hell is going on? Why did I hear a gunshot-”

Will stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of you both. The beheaded infected behind you. The pistol in your hand. Ellie laying on the floor.

Will’s frustrated face was now overcome by concern, “What happened, are you two okay?”

You nodded, “I’m fine. Ellie…” You reached down to pull her up. She ignored your hand, pushing herself up on her own, “We’re fine, Will.” Ellie’s eyes narrowed and she looked at Will intently, “Do not tell Joel this, by the way.”

“Ellie, I don’t know-”

What was with this Joel guy she kept talking about?

“Do not say anything Will, because nothing happened.”  “I can’t make any promises, Ellie. I won’t say anything but if him or Tommy asks…”

“Let’s just keep looking around in here.” You interjected, “Looks like this guy had stashed himself away with some good stuff.” The two of them nodded and followed you in to carefully collect more supplies.

-

The ride back was oddly tense. You could see Ellie in the corner of your eye mulling things over. A part of you felt for sorry for her. You understood how she felt in some way. Even if Joel wasn’t her father, she was clearly entangled with the man in some way. His stress was her stress. His joy was her joy.

“Hey,” You leaned over to her, snapping her out of her spiral, “I found an extra can of coffee in the pantry back there. Folgers…you can have it.” She looked up at you and gave a small smile, “Really?” “Really, I don’t need it. You should give it to your, uh... Joel.”

She nodded. As you two continued riding, she spoke up, “Joel’s not my dad but we came here together. From the Boston QZ.” “Oh.” “He’s a good guy, he’s just overprotective. Especially right now, he has his brother Tommy on my back too.” Oh. This was Tommy’s brother.

“It sounds like you have a lot of people looking out for you,” You said, “That’s hard to come by.” The air felt colder as a gust of wind traced across the back of your exposed neck.

“And you just moved here too?” Ellie asked. You nodded, knowing she probably wanted more of a response than that. “I lived alone for a while, a couple hours from here.”

“Why’d you come here then?” “I got tired of myself…or being by myself” You were being honest at least, “I’ve known Maria for some time and she always offered me a place to stay here. So I finally moved out here.”

“And look at you now,” Ellie chirped, “Hanging with a bunch of teenagers, scavenging for canned food with me, Greg, and Dylan here—”

“It’s Devin!” He called back.

“Like I care…” Ellie grumbled to herself. She reverted her attention back to you, “What did you mean back there by ‘dormant’?”

“Huh?” “Dormant,” Ellie repeated, “You said that infected guy was dormant back there.”

You looked back at her, seeing the genuine intrigue in her eyes. “Uh, in altitudes like this, especially in rooms with little to no light, the symptoms of infection slows down in some bodies. It’s a lot more subtle. And stubborn. More stubborn than usual.”

Ellie squinted her eyes, “I thought dead people couldn’t get infected.”

You pointed up at your head, “There’s still a body and a brain to work with, so it can still take over.”

“So he wasn’t dead?”

“I don’t know,” You admitted, “I think they’re still alive in there, just at complete loss of their bodies. That’s why you’re better off shooting yourself in the head when you get bit. Leave the cordyceps nothing to work with.” You felt your throat tighten at the thought.

Ellie nodded, taking the information in, “How exactly do you know all this?”

“Trial and error, I guess.”

Ellie let out a small “Hmph” in response and began riding ahead of you with no further questions. Good enough of an answer for her, thank goodness.

-

When you got back to Jackson, Will guided the group to the church hall to drop off the gathered supplies. Once that was over with, you all went down to the gate by the stables.

There was a small group of people eagerly waiting by the south gate. You all slipped off your horses and began to walk in their direction. Devin and Greg made their way to a pair of older couples standing together, presumably their parents.

You stuck by Ellie’s side, knowing she was going to ditch you any moment for her parental figure. The contrast of the surrounding adults versus your place with the group of children brought a wave of infantilization over you. Why did Tommy and Maria put you in this kiddie group?

You could clearly hold your own. You shook off the infected earlier with ease. You had no trouble finding useful items for the supply run. And yet, the hardest thing that happened all day seemed to be this. Watching the happy families reunite and walk off together. You thought you had grown past this forgotten feeling but it was still there. A slow, steady pulse in the pit of your stomach.

Surprisingly, Maria was there in the crowd. Tommy seemed to have tagged along as well. Maria had one hand on her swollen belly, her other hand in the air waving at you. Tommy yelled out your name and gave a smile. You gave the couple a quick thumbs up, hoping that was sufficient for a conversation.

You needed to talk to Maria alone later. You couldn’t deal with being around kids and families like this. There had to be some loners like yourself to work with. Where you could just get shit done and call it a night.

There was another individual standing in the crowd close to Tommy. He was taller and older.

This clearly must be Tommy's brother Joel. He closely resembled Tommy, but he had a certain intensity emanating from him. He had a few more lines on his forehead, and hair that was borderline silver that framed his tense, defined face. With his broad stance and stern expression, he looked impenetrable. Once his dark eyes flicked over you, a rush of heat spread across your face. You raised your hand to deflect his stare, nervously running your fingers through your hair to keep subtle.

He was handsome. Intimidating, but handsome. Those two traits dangerously entwined.

When his eyes went over to the young girl next to you, his gaze immediately softened. He gave a small smile and nod to Ellie.

“Come over here you two!” Tommy called out. You looked behind yourself, sure that Tommy must be yelling to someone else. He laughed and called your name once more for reassurance. You made your way over with Ellie. Your hands holding tightly onto the reins of your horse.

“How’d it go?” Maria asked you. You could feel Ellie’s eyes on you, nervous that you’d mention the slight scare earlier that day.

“Great,” You answered, “I had a good time with the kiddie group today.” Maria raised her eyebrows in bemusement.

“Hey!” Ellie yelped, pretending to be offended. Tommy gestured to Ellie and asked you directly, “Now, how’d she do?”

“She was great.” You felt another pair of eyes holding onto you firmly. Tommy’s brother stood by silently, eyeing you up and down. You looked back at him, waiting for him to chime in. But he kept quiet.

Tommy laughed, “Seriously? I don’t believe you two.” He gave you a wink to indicate that he was partially playing around. “Let me ask Will, hey Will!”

You and Ellie shot a brief, panicked, look at each other. Will nervously scuttled over to the five of you.

“How’d everything go today, Will?” Will gulped and began to talk, “Uh, good. We did find some-”

Your mind scrambled to come up with a conversational diversion. Your hands sprang into your bag, pulling out a red metal tin, “We got you some coffee!” You blurted out, staring up at Joel.

Everyone stopped talking and stared at the sudden interaction. Joel’s eyes landed back on you. For the briefest moment, they looked surprisingly tender. A second later, his expression immediately tensed up again. His eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

You felt your cheeks begin to redden. Why, of all the distractions, was that the one you decided to go with?

“We found you coffee. Your…um, Ellie had mentioned you were looking for some.”

He looked at the others, as if wondering if they were putting him up to something. “So…is that all you found for the group?” He barked.

Yes, he made you nervous, but he didn’t make you amenable.

Your defensiveness swept in, clearing out any shame completely. You glared up at him, “No, I actually found some other items. Just trying to be nice, not an idiot.” Tommy gave a small laugh to try to keep the peace.

You could hear Will chattering to Maria from the side about you, “She really was a big help…you know normally I’d ask her to share those grounds with the kitchen but-”

“Joel, say thanks.” Ellie said lowly.

You eased up and extended the Folger’s can out to him. Holding your makeshift olive branch with both hands. He reached out. As he grabbed the can, his thumb grazed your top finger ever so slightly. You looked down at the ground to steady yourself and heard him mutter out a lowly, “Thanks.”

“Well, okay,” Tommy said, “Let’s walk the horses back to the stables and call it a night, yeah?”

You nodded, staying behind to let Ellie, Joel, and Tommy walk ahead of you. Will gave you a wave and headed off in another direction. Maria stayed by your side, and the two of you started slowly walking.

“So how was it, actually?” She said quietly to you. You looked over at her, perplexed, “It was fine, really.”

“You seem annoyed with something.” “Why’d you put me in the kid’s group?” You finally asked, then lowered your voice again, “I’m a little too old for this group, don’t you think?”

Maria sighed and crossed her arms, staring ahead at Joel and Ellie. “I thought you two would make a good match.”

You kept your eyes ahead, watching as Ellie pulled out her own tin of coffee to gift to Joel. You could see him laugh and place his hand delicately on Ellie’s shoulder, guiding her into the stables. For a brief moment, he looked over his shoulder, locking eyes with you before disappearing into the stalls.

You and Maria had stopped in place further away to keep talking out of their earshot. You snapped your focus back onto the conversation at hand. “What do you mean?”

She guided you over to the fence surrounding the stable, “Ellie was paired up with a girl her age but the two got into some shit. We’ve dealt with kids similar to this before. I think she needs someone like you to work with.” You leaned against the fence and cocked your head to the side, “Really, someone like me?”

“She works better with certain people. Someone like Joel, someone like you…” “Shit, am I like Joel?” You snapped. “No one is like Joel.” Maria replied.

“Thank God.” You huffed. A corner of Maria’s mouth raised in amusement.

Maria put a hand on your shoulder, “I want people here that I can trust to uphold this community.” She looked into your eyes, “I trust you. And I trust Joel is what my husband says he is,” Her head bowed, “But I think there are some things he just can’t move past from.”

Then she added, “I think Ellie needs to see how other people are adjusting to things. How people move on and make a life here, like you have.”

You felt your jaw tense. How bold of Maria to assume such a thing.

“Why me though? Why not someone that’s lived here longer? I just got here too. ”

“She reminds me of you,” Maria finally said, “The way you were back then, with your dad.”

This came as a second blow. You looked away from Maria, mentally rummaging for some sly comment to throw back at her. But it never came. You kept your gaze somewhere far off, looking past the stables, far out as the sun melted into the mountains over Jackson.

A voice came out of you, unusually soft, “I can take her under my wing for a little bit.”

[vicolette]

Spanish Heat !

– A/N : old draft ig

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n & pet names, clingy & jealous Pau, not proofread

"Is the ac on?"

A mere hum left from Pau's mouth as he dragged you through the hallway and into his bedroom, the door not even being properly closed after he had already pushed you down the bed. You sat up in slight surprise, not knowing what exactly made him so moody today.

Well, the sight of you talking to some unknown guy had made Pau's mind suddenly stop working, although he had had better things to do: continue focusing on the training, be prepared for the last game of the season, drink some more water, but no.

All he could think about was you �� you, and that stupid marketing intern who decided to be dumb and ignore the fact that you were Pau Cubarsí's girlfriend. He was so shamelessly flirting with you, but you had not a single clue.

However, you did notice that something was wrong with Pau as you tried to push him away from you, your legs now off the bed as you stood up and looked down at him, who was merely laying on the mattress now. "You should take that off."

At your demand, he slowly yet reluctantly stood up and stared down at you, his arms going around your waist like a habit. Nonetheless, you were quick to push him away and tell him not to wear his jersey to sleep, making him pout in frustration. He just wanted to hug you, what was so difficult about that?

A low murmur left from his mouth as Pau reluctantly took his Jersey, or at the very least tried to, since he was so irritated that he couldn’t even take it off, which only irritated him even more. The sight of your boyfriend struggling to get rid of his Jersey was honestly so ridiculous, that you had to tilt your head and lower your head in second-hand embarrassment.

"Seriously?" Your teasing tone of voice only managed to baffle him even more, making his movements halt for a second too long, which made you realize something entirely important. "Yo, wait. Wait, wait, wa-"

However, once Pau finally took his stupid shirt off, it was game over for you, even if you had tried to run away by distancing yourself from him with slow footsteps.

And then, just as you had expected, Pau abruptly stood up and firmly grabbed your arm, pulling you in such a tight hug that it was borderline painful.

Some whispers were audible, yet he was too grumpy to say something properly that you could listen to, having to take a while before he said something actually hearable. "You’re soooo stupid..."

"What? You’re stupid!" While you made exasperated hand gestures by pointing at him with an accusing finger, you suddenly couldn’t feel the floor beneath your feet. One look down and you could see Pau carry you in his arms, walking backwards and falling down until his back hit the soft mattress.

Feigning disapprovement, you lazily kicked his leg and grumbled some swear words under your breath, yet Pau paid you no mind to that and narrowly sighed at your weak attempt to get under his skin furthermore.

Well, until you could feel the first disgusting sweat beads roll down your forehead due to the extreme burning heat of Catalan summer. Although Pau was used to it, mainly because of the torture of hell that he had to go through whenever he trained, it seemed like you weren't built for the warmth.

"Pau..." As you mindlessly stretched his name out and complained about how mellow the room was, the said person only rolled his eyes and tightened his grip, if that was even possible. With his chest bare and your head laying on top of him, you stared at him for a second before sticking your tongue out, earning a chuckle from him. "You're bullying me."

"I didn't even say anything..?" His voice was hoarse as Pau laid you beside him, his gaze completely focused on your pretty eyes. Silence took over the room before you scoffed at him, loudly, before speaking up.

"You stink. Go take a shower."

"Wha- I do not!"

– A/N : This took so long and is so short bro💔

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The hotel room is nice. Two beds, a couch and chairs, a bar, a large TV mounted on the wall, balcony, full bath... every amenity you could never afford. You're sure Nick will expect a big thank you. Or at least many. 

Joey goes to the bar as you feel along the lapels of Nick's jacket. You forgot you were wearing it. You lower yourself into a clam shell armchair. You sigh as the adrenaline drips from you. She clucks as she nears and puts down two glasses. 

"Looks like you need a drink," she sits in the other chair and pops the cork of the mini wine bottle. "Hell, so do I." 

You lean your head on your hand as you watch her, "I don't think--" 

"Long night," she insists as she pours, nudging a glass closer to you. You lean forward to take it. You pinch the stem and stare into the golden nectar. 

"Honey," you begin. 

"I'm okay," she assures you. "Mom, it could've been worse. So much worse but..." she pauses to drain half the glass, "you sent in the goon squad." She scoffs as she hunches, leaning her elbows on her thighs, knees wide. "Mom, who the hell do you work for?" 

You chew your cheek and sip. You look around the suite which probably costs as much as your rent for one night. You lean back as the tension racks your back. 

"CIA, I think. I saw his badge once," you say. 

"CIA?" She echoes in awe. 

"Plus, they had it stamped all over that work event," you scoff. You look down at the deep vee of the dress and try to pull it closed. 

"He took you on a date?" She asks. 

You flinch, "no, no," you shake your head and drink again. "He's my boss. And I'm a bit old for that." 

"Never too old, mom," she cooes. 

"He's too young for me," you counter. 

"You know," she sniffs, "dad only ever wanted you to be happy." 

"Joey..." you exhale. 

"I'm just saying. Seems a bit much for a boss to do. Take you somewhere in that dress, then come to my rescue with his CIA henchmen..." she sucks her teeth. "I stick to women because most men, don't put in that much effort." 

You chuckle, "Joey." 

"Or they're creeps. Old creeps," she gives an exaggerated shudder. "Oof. Nasty." 

You frown, "honey." 

"It's over with. I'm moving on," she looks at the glass of wine in her hand. "I gotta find a new placement." 

You nod, "Nick said something about that. Maybe he can help." 

"I wouldn't want that. It's my problem." 

"Sweetheart--" 

"Look, I'm so thankful about everything you did. Him too but... I'm an adult." 

"I know that, honey," you say. 

"So let me figure it out." 

You sit back and nod. You know what she means. Ever since your husband died, you can be a bit much. 

"Mom," she says gently. "You don't need anyone else to take care of. You need to take care of yourself. For once." 

"I do--" 

"No, you work yourself to the bone to look after everyone else. When's the last time you took a vacation?" 

You feel like a scolded child. The reversal of roles has you off-kilter, more so than the rest of the night. You shrug. 

"Right, well, it's been a long day, night, whatever," she yawns behind her hand. "I'm going to crash out. Please try to do the same." 

"Yes, Josephine," you answer meekly. 

"Oh, don't," she points a finger in your direction. 

"Sometimes..." you stand slowly. "You remind me too much of your father." 

"Good. He always did keep you sane," she chuckles. 

🩵

"Hmm, well, I didn't expect all this." You mutter to yourself as you look at your reflection. You turn amd cringe at the wrinkled dress. 

"Still look hot," Joey whistles. 

"Hey." You stick your tongue put at her as she passes, "not exactly dressed for the train. Or bus... I haven't heard from Nick." 

"Huh? Really? I'm sure you will." She slithers.  

"We're not having this conversation again." 

"Fine, but denial isn't that deep of a river. You can't hide forever." She laughs and you shake your head. 

You go into the bathroom, dejected by the full body view. You tame your hair as best you can and pause to examine the wrinkles around your eyes. Age isn't so bad. Lonelier than you expected. 

"Speak of the devil..." Joey appears in the open door and you stand straight. "Looks who's calling." 

You turn to her and grab the phone. You arch a brow at her and answer. She always loves to tease you. Nick? He's your boss. And he's as close to her age as yours. Probably. 

"Hello?" You say. Joey tilts her head as she leans on the door frame. 

"Hey, Nick," you daughter calls out. 

You hush her with a wagging finger. 

"Hi, ladies." He returns smoothly. 

"So," you try to ignore Joey. "I can find my way home--" 

"No need, I'm downstairs." He interrupts. 

"Downstairs?" You echo. 

"Sure. You know. I had some loose ends to tie up so I hung around and got that done. No point driving home in the dark." He drawls. "Figured I'd give you a lift back to town." 

"Right, eh..." you rub the back of your neck. "Sure. Makes sense." 

"I can take care of myself, mom," Joey trills. "You got... 'work'." She gestures with her fingers. You roll your eyes. 

"I'll get myself together," you say. "Won't be lomg at all." 

"Take your time, honey." He says. 

"Alright. Bye." 

You hang up and turn to sneer at Joey. "He's my job-- my boss. It's funny but not that funny." 

"Chill, mom. It's a joke. Come on. I just think it's cute. Thinking of you dating... anyone." 

"Because it will never happen," you approach her. "Now," you put your hands on her arms. "I have to go home. As much as I'd rather stay but... law school ain't cheap." You pull her into a hug. "I'm so so happy you're safe. So happy." You pull back and look her in the face. "And thank you for calling me. You know you can do that always." 

"Yes, mom. Better count on it," she grins. 

"Oh, if you don't. You'll hear from me." You pinch her cheek playfully. "Love you, kiddo." 

She snorts. "Kiddo? Only dad called me that." 

"Well... You've always me my kid. Always will be." 

"Alright, mom." She makes a face. "Love you too." 

"Oh, don't let me keep you from that lovely girlfriend of yours. Hope you two have fun," you chirp.  

"Oh, you too," she counters sharply. 

You sigh and shake your head. You squeeze her hand then make yourself let go. You head for the front room of the sweet and grab Nick's jacket off the back of the chair. You'll use it for cover until you're out of the hotel. 

You groan as you slip into the heels. Your arches are still aching from the night before. You snatch up your purse and look back one last time. Joey winks and waves.  

“You message when you’re back home safe.” You warn. 

“Oh, you too. Can’t have you out riding in cars with boys too late.” 

You scoff and leave her. You definitely raised her right. You head down the hallway on what feels like a walk of shame. The deja vu to the years you were Joey’s age is almost paralysing. 

You stand in the elevator with a family of four. The parents are yawning as the kids can barely keeping from hooting and jumping. You always wondered what it would be like to have more than one but then again, you only wanted what you could handle. Josephine was always enough. 

You smile at the mother as she sends you an apologetic look on ground level. You wait for them to go first before you step off. You can’t imagine that you give off the best impression. Slightly disheveled and worn out. 

You check your phone as you cross the lobby. As you get to the doors, you slow. Nick’s outside; waiting.  He surely got a lot done as you tossed and turned in the hotel room.

Unlike you, he has a fresh set of clothes; dark blue slacks, a lilac button-up. His hair is styled and he hides behind a pair of dark sunglasses. His head tilts as if he's taking in your measure.

“Sir,” you greet him as the automatic doors set your free. He smirks. He must be amused to see you this out of sorts. As his maid, you're typically the one keeping things in order.

“Morning. You look well-rested.” He puts a hand on his hip. 

“Oh, very,” you agree dryly and touch the front of the jacket. “Um, sorry about the jacket. You can take it back.” 

“Suits you better,” he waves you off. 

“I’ll have it drycleaned,” you assure him. 

“Not worried about it, honey. Let’s get home first.” He steps back. “Got us a rental.” 

You nod and step forward. He turns to walk beside you. He points you toward the silver blue car. A two-seater with an oblong hood. The expensive kind. Ostentatious. 

“Here,” he jumps ahead of you. He opens the passenger door. “Got it.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Fowler.” You duck down and sit. 

“What happened to Nick?” He looms above you, his hand on the top of the door. 

“Nick,” you correct yourself. “Habit.” 

“Mr. Fowler makes me sound old,” he tilts his head. 

“Nope, just me,” you chuckle lackadaisically. 

He hums and clucks. He gently shuts the door then round the car to the driver’s side. You sit patiently, content enough to laze away the drive home. If he doesn’t mind, you might even close your eyes. 

He settles in as the faint scent of his cologne wafts off the jacket. You shift around as he gets the motor humming. You pull down the seat belt and peek over at him. You’re surprised to find him watching you. 

“You okay?” You ask. 

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” He says. 

“Oh?” 

“Why don’t you get some sleep? I’m sure you and Joey were up all night catching up.” He sets his sights straight and puts the car in gear. “Be a couple hours.” 

“I won’t say I didn’t think of it,” you stifle another yawn. 

You shimmy in the seat as he steers round the lot. You stare through the windshield, your eyes rolling with motion of the car. You let your shoulders relax as your eyelids grow heavier. 

After all the fear, the adrenaline, the panic, and the uncertainty, you’re completely drained. The night kept you awake in disbelief and anxiety. Now, you’re on your way back to normalcy. When did you become so adverse to change? You thought you learned to deal with that a long time ago. 

[lnfinity-survivor-choco]

Hi! Thank you for clarifying.

Nothing of what is said there I disagree much with, I'd like to perhaps point out that most people would understand masking as integrating with neurotypical behaviour in ways in which you don't stick out, that's the overall definition of masking I was going with, but, it doesn't mean this nuanced, in depth one is wrong.

It does extrapolate on the one I referred to, but my stance is still the same.

Not everyone can mask, let me give my thoughts on each point.

"Masking isn't something only people with low generalized support needs do."

No objections, also, let's remember MSN autistic people too, it's not only low or high needs

"it's something that every kind of autistic person can possibly engage with in some form."

I don't love the dividers of every "kind." There's more nuance than just low, middle, and high support needs, implying everyone can engage with feels a bit reductionist, to me. This would also depend on what you mean by can, can they mask safely?

Can everyone regulate themselves to fit without it backfiring and ending up worse? or it being just as unhealthy or more as being forced to unmask?

No. Not everyone. There's people who can in any of the groups refered to, low medium or high support needs, but implying all kinds can do it pushes the idea that everyone can mask and do so safely, and I disagree.

"Masking may not be as successful for some, but that doesn't mean it's not happening and having a lot of effort put into it. It doesn't mean that it can't still cause pain and have long term consequences."

This point actually aligns with mine, being forced to mask can cause pain and have long term consequences.

"Masking just doesn't look like the same set of skills for everyone. "

Also true.

"For some it's attempting to blend in with the crowd and being "normal" and average and unexceptional."

*nod-nod"

"For others it's changing or adjusting things like movement or speech patterns - and not always in an attempt to appear neurotypical."

Agreed!

"Some might lean hard into a stereotype as a form of masking, because it just makes it easier for people to understand their immediate needs that way."

That implies the NT environment is attuned to the autistic person's masking or understands it's being done which is blatantly false, even psychologists often don't, unless they're ND themselves.

"Others still, could suppressing certain traits but not other traits, even if it seems counterintuitive to an outsider the traits they do and don't suppress."

This is indeed masking, yeah.

"Sometimes its masking one "unusual" trait with another. "

✅

"It can look like someone who usually communicates a lot with noises and gestures and big movements being very still and quiet."

Yep!

"It could be things like using more "adult" or "serious" looking tools even if it's not necessarily what the autistic wants or finds most accessible, like using text-based or keyboard AAC systems instead of symbols or grids, because some view symbolized AAC as something to grow out of.x"

Not every autistic person can do this.

"It's things like staying silent because one knows they will blurt out something inappropriate for the situation or infodump or have the wrong volume or odd cadence - even if that silence is also something that gets noticed and seen as unusual."

True. Except not every autistic person can or will be able to know or tell the moment correctly, and then it becomes twice as awkward and upsetting for them too. Reminds me of the "secret rules that are ok to break" thing in which an autistic person may either obey when they're not expected to, or not do so thinking it was an approved exception.

"Masking isn't only when you "pass" as 100% neurotypical successfully and it's not some all or nothing thing."

That's why terms like high masking are used in academia sometimes to distinguish how much someone can mask, it's arbitrary and slightly stupid but it's the best NT's got so far.

"It's not only about the output, it's the internal state of the person doing the masking that's important too."

Exactly! Which is why I make my original point anyway, not everyone can safely mask, just like not everyone can safely unmask, neither is inherently more privileged.

"There's no one "thing" that autistic people do that is exclusive to one type, and masking, as it's often borne of trauma, is certainly not one of them."

Except everyone's trauma is different and exclusively theirs, and while "types" help find a lot of common ground and the ability to relate, everyone's disorder affects them differently, just because someone could mask doesn't make it safe, it's pitted against the risk of not masking, in which depends on person and situation to pick what is safer.

I hope I made sense with my explanation, also, these weren't bad points at all, I'm just providing a different perspective.

Unmasking isn't safe for some autistics to do, especially those in certain minority groups. It's a luxury, so before you tell an autistic person to "just stop masking" please check your privilege.

[diz-eaze]

Brainrotting about the two types of yanderes there are.

Type 1 :I want a future with you, you're my everything, my world. If you get harmed my heart will blow in a thousand pieces from how much it hurts seeing you sad

Type 2 : horny. THATS IT.

And ofc we can have a mix of them but 90% of the time it's one of these 2 categories.

Also who do u think will fall in what category?🌚 cause I feel like albedo would be a mix, Neuvi would be first and I think we all know what category scara is. But like...what abt ifa?? Or kinich? OR LIKE ANY OTHER CHATACTER?? I'm honestly really curious abt how u portray them

i would argue that type 1 and type 2 are one and the same, but it's also fun to think of it as two completely separate genres <3

; yandere.

Type 1: "our hearts are one and the same, beats synchronized. i yearn for you with every breath i take, and my breath shortens when you part from me. i could recall each pore of your face from memory reliance alone. there is no future if there is no you. i exist solely to love you." core.

albedo. the lengths he went through for his own synthetic human project, paired with his extraordinary capabilities as an alchemist, concocts the perfect mixture of a man willing to do anything he can to ensure that the future he envisions of you and him comes true. there is literally no limit for him; his morals may become skewed, his actions be condemned, and his name be tainted in scorn, all that matters is acquiring and preserving your love.

shenhe. her dissonance from humans while growing up has caused her to be quite stunted and lacking in meaningful connections, which makes her attachment to you all the more deadly. the world is rendered useless the moment you cease to exist.

ei. have you seen her pursuit of eternity? granted, the cruel actions are more accredited to the shogun, but it doesn't erase ei's involvement in it. i believe that she would covet you in her plane of euthymia; hidden from the world and only existing for her pair of eyes.

neuvillette. it's already been discussed in a previous post, but <333 soggy pathetic man who's just as intimidating when provoked. yes, scrumptious.

arlecchino. the entire way she treats the house of the hearth would be reminiscent of how she treats you, i think. her actions may seem ruthless and unfeeling at first glance, and you'll only see the sacrifices she has made for you when her actions are willingly uncovered. as much as she likes the mystery around her person, she much prefers you knowing the amount of love she has for you.

kinich. his tragic childhood of his parents' relationship would serve as a cautionary tale for kinich the moment he pursues you. his devotion and obsession, as well as him trying to be everything his father was not, result in quite a... passionate lover in him.

ifa. he's a coddler and undoubtedly gets his feathers ruffled every time you venture out without him, his knowledge, or cacucu to accompany you. you're no saurian, yet you can't help but feel like one the moment ifa obsessively checks over your entire body and runs multiple tests for possible injuries as soon as you get back.

kaeya. despite his multiple connections to people scattered around mondstadt city, i believe that deep down, he feels rather lonely. he finds that long-awaited companionship in you, and sticks with you since. he is half of you, and you are half of him <3 :)

kazuha. life as a vagrant leads him to places that he yearns to share with only you. kazuha exists in a constant state of bliss whenever he's around you, so he tries to get you to stick around as much as possible. oh, you don't fancy the traveling lifestyle? that's okay :)) he'll guide you through it all.

wriothesley. killing his adoptive parents during his youth is only the tip of the iceberg that comes with wriothesley's mind. that is to say, he's very capable of committing murder a second time, thrice, if he believes this to be the solution to his problems.

chasca. you are the only thing that ails her abyss-corroded body and mind, so her protectiveness over you propels over the scale of what is deemed as 'acceptable'. after all, despite her title as peacemaker, chasca often settles conflicts through violence.

skirk. i can't really delve into why since it's minor leaked content, but just know she's a lovergirl through and through <3

pantalone. his impoverished lifestyle has led him to strictly covet what he deems as his, and you are no exception. the cruel life out there in the streets has taught him some of the most valuable lessons that he lives by; it causes him to wear selfishness like a second skin, firmly unrelenting in letting you go.

Type 2: gooner supreme.

xiao. his karmic debt caused him constant agony and pain, so when this was calmed, only then was xiao introduced to the world of gooning. it's like a repressed virgin finally letting loose with how he perceives all your innocuous actions to be the devil's incarnate. smh. let him hit it from behind pls.

alhaitham. he goons only when he's 1000% sure that there is no living person in his vicinity. it's a matter of pride; he can't have anyone, absolutely anyone, knowing that he gooned off to the book you just returned to the library.

emilie. it's mostly personal bias speaking, but emilie is enough of a gooner to think about your underwear while she cleans a morbid crime scene. i'm will always be a firm believer that she's crazily obsessed with your body scent and the smell you leave behind on worn clothes. it's better than the perfume she makes in her opinion.

chiori. perveted seamstress who accidentally gets too close to you for comfort while she measures out your size and proportions... yeah, okay... fortunately, she's always wearing such a nonchalant facial expression that it's impossible to tell if she's lying or not, allowing her to slip through confrontations with ease.

dahlia. world's worst deacon by the way because he prays to barbatos nightly for the wind to mysteriously tear your clothes apart during church :/// and when it happens, let's just say he now suddenly owes several tavern tabs to his name because of a bard named venti.

yae. scheming is her middle name. oh! looks like the stack of books she was carrying accidentally fell, won't you be a dear and pick it up for her?? :)) no, she's not looking at your ass, what are you talking about? by the way, she needs you to taste test this promotional dish in the works, and don't worry if you suddenly feel hot!

columbina. my goonerbina agenda.... she's the type of gooner to sweetly ask you to hold up your top so she can grope your skin with absolutely no shame whatsoever. why should she? it's not her fault you're so irresistible, you know? :((

wanderer. the gooner overlord... literally goons over everything you do, it's a miracle how he can get an ounce of work done whenever you go to the house of daena to study. he'll snatch your quill and goon over it. he'll get a whiff of your hair and excuse himself to goon. he sees you're his partner for the upcoming research study and needs to goon. goon goon goon.

xilonen. subtle gooner because she's employed and people rarely accuse the working class of being gooners. but she is :) she'll voice record you in secret when you come to check up on her within the workshop, and every little sigh or sound you make gets clipped together to form a special radiant spincrystal, all for her to listen to.

childe. he's like a horny mosquito because he gets off on the sight of you being bloody or all beat up, the blood doesn't necessarily have to be yours to begin with; violence just fits you so well, that's all. so don't be surprised when you see him sporting a hard-on mid-spar, okay...?

lumine. she goons after helping you with a menial task. she'd usually be bothered when randos come up to her with commission requests of the dumbest things, but when it comes to you, you could tell her to hop around in circles, and she'd do it a hundred times over, all in the hopes that you'll let her hit it one day. day 1 plotter i fear.

[sparrowsgf]

"You can run, but you cant hide... aww maybe its not even worth running."

SPARROW X GN READER

In which you help him "Hone his skills"

Predator (Sparrow) and prey themes, smut.

You were sat in the dropship after a game. bored out of your mind. you fidget with your hands, unsure of how to go about what you're about to ask your boyfriend, Enea.

He can sense your nervousness; he shifts a little closer to you.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, invading your personal space as he normally does.

"I'm bored. Do you wanna train?" You blurt out, a little pink blush dusting your face.

He raised an eyebrow. " You... wanna train?" He chucked. "I dont think so. Tell me what you actually want. You're acting weird."

You knew there was no point in trying to hide it from him, he could see right through you. "I want to help you be a better hunter. Why don't we play a game of cat and mouse? it'll be fun!"

He thought for a second. There is no way he needed extra training, especially if it was you he was hunting; thats just too easy.

"You're not telling the full story, I dont need to train anyways. you know that." He questioned.

"I know" You sighed. "I was thinking it could be a thing.. where if you catch me then you can have me.. in any way you want" You murmured the last part, looking at the floor to avoid his gaze.

He smirked "What's stopping me from having you right now?"

"Its more fun this way.. please?" You asked nicely. giving him a look that he cant refuse.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his voice dripping with seductive undertones. "Sure.. but dont think ill go easy on you bella/bello"

It was only when a blush began to creep up up your neck and cheeks that he smiled sweetly.

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A chill ran through your body as you tiptoed through the underbrush as quietly as you could. You walked in a strange pattern, trying not to leave clear footprints. You knew you were finished the second you challenged him to this; He'd been trained as a bounty hunter his entire life, not by choice but its not like that matters in this situation.

You’d walked this forest many times, It was a place you came to relax, or get some quiet after the games. But this time it was creepy and ominous, you started to almost regret it.. what if it wasn't Enea that found you first? Your heartrate increases, but you manage to cool off and continue walking, silently and as stealthily as possible.

You feel something watching you, and you immediately want to call it off. You stopped dead in your tracks, You felt it in your stomach too, a sinking feeling that would eventually twist itself into nausea.

"Enea.." You called out, you at least wanted to make sure that it was him.

Enea, had found you a long time ago, of course. He watched from his position, finding your nervousness cute. He decided to watch you for a little longer, wanting to savour the moment and the tension that was building.

You shivered, slowly starting to move again out into a small clearing in the woods. You never stood a chance, not against Enea. he found it almost endearing.

You heard a stick crack, your head whips around to see the source of the noise. A tracker dart. He closed the gap between you as quickly and quietly as a shadow. You didn’t even have time to process the way his hand covers your mouth immediately, his breath against your ear.

“You make it too easy” he whispered.

You just closed your eyes, Savouring the feeling of him against you.

"So I get to have my way with you.. isn't that right?" He whispered breathlessly into your ear, you could tell he was also excited.

You nod.

He kept his arm around you, effectively immobilizing you as his other hand slid down your side. Even through your clothing, he left a trail of fire on your skin where he’d been. His hips pressed forward slowly, and you couldn’t help the way your breath caught in your throat as you realized he was hard already.

He bites down lightly on your neck, earning a yelp to escape from your throat. He chuckled, pulling back for a moment to look at your face.

"ooh this is fun" he murmurs, in that smooth Italian accent that you fell for. "Fuck..." He whispered. You shivered; your cold wet skin exposed to the chilly air. "You're so good for me." He needily whined, reaching for the hem of your pants. You quickly assisted him in removing your clothes, your heart racing with anticipation.

"Please..." You whimpered, the word slipping from your lips. He paused, shutting his eyes and biting his lip as if trying to control himself.

He gently pushes you against a tree, his palm on your back, bending you over slightly, a perfect view for him. you couldn't help but feel completely at his mercy, but you definitely weren't complaining.

One of his hand travels down between your thighs, fingers brushing against your entrance. He doesn’t waste any time freeing his cock from his pants before he’s rubbing his tip against you.

"I'm gonna make sure you dont forget this.." He teases before slowly sinking himself into you, groaning in your ear as he did so.

It feels so good, the way he fills you up; the way his cock hits your sweet spot. You arch your back against him, chasing more as Sparrows’s hips move at just the right speed, just the right angle, to have those amazingly sweet moans leave your lips.

He buries his face in your shoulder, trying to stifle the grunts that keep escaping his lips. "You feel so good" He whimpers, before gripping your hips a little tighter, allowing him to go as deep as possible.

You hold onto the tree, him stretching you being completely overwhelming, his whimpers and his thrusts combined make you a mess; you loved nothing more than hearing those noises from him.

His thrusts start to get sloppy, and you know hes close. you were nearing your release also, his grip on you never faltering.

And when it starts to form, your teeth sink in to your bottom lip, your back arches more for him, that’s when he knows he can let go.

"Finish with me bella/bello.."

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“Time for a gelato?”

[cosmicmoonwhisperer]

Thoughts on KimKenta?

I have so many!!! I’ll stick to the basics and try to keep this concise though because otherwise it’ll be extremely long. Also full disclosure, I was really into the idea of Pete and Kenta in season 1 before I had any idea about the potential for KimKenta, but as of last spring I have been fully onboard and have been rowing for this ship 🚣‍♀️

I think Kenta not only deserves but truly needs someone who’s as far removed from his past as possible while still being able to understand where his trauma comes from and Kim fits that description perfectly. Almost too perfectly but somehow it still feels so natural. Even Kenta’s attraction to Kim feels so natural when you come to realise how many traits Kim and Pete share, except for the key element of Kim not being tethered by the past and having a more well-adjusted manifestation of those traits (since he’s not one of the Foundation kids)

I also want to talk a bit about how I think Kenta works so well for Kim too because sometimes I feel like the discussion can get one-sided

Kim is almost too stable. He doesn’t embellish his words or think too deeply about his own or other people’s actions because he’s so secure. He needs someone who doesn’t need sugar coated language, someone who won’t care or feel offended or hurt by that kind of directness. And guess who actually needs that kind of bluntness in a relationship? And Kenta, though not secure in the slightest, is also quite blunt and direct which is something Kim also needs in a partner to minimise clashes. Another thing, Kim is very strict with his principles and with his moral code. I think only someone like Kenta, with his guard dog complex and ability to be assertive when he wants to be, can rein Kim in and stop him from finding himself in another precarious situation like he did in season 1. Although this might come into play a bit later, probably more after they get rid of Tony for good and Kenta has some semblance of peace of mind

[zeravmeta]

Hundred Line DLC Route Concepts

So since hundred line might get some dlc and kodaka wants to hear concepts im gonna put this out in the wild and hope the psychic forces of the universe beam it into his head

note im not 100% on HL yet so maybe some of these ideas were done/are fulfilled in other ways BUT this is my post and while I DO think some routes can get expanded on, im sticking strictly to actual new concepts even in expanded routes, if I want to expand on a previous route id want it tacked on post the supposed ending where a last minute choice could branch off the end

spoilers obvs btw and also long so readmore for spoilers and length

Preamble: BIGGEST AND EASIEST WAY to make a lot of these routes possible as DLC is to allow Eito to kill Sirei on Day 2 and work from there, but they can easily be added at other junctures. With that out of the way,

Concept 1: Last Defense Academy 3rd Run / Inherited Will -> Nozomi as the time looper coming back

I think the title is pretty self explanatory BUT I could see it going in two ways: Takumi after his death in Second Scenario manages to rewind himself back to Day 1 and, using the knowledge of the truth and greater context that Truth/Second Scenario provided, does one more go around for the 100 days to stop Humanity's invasion of Futurum and try to save everyone. Alternatively, you can have Nozomi as the protagonist for this 3rd run, having inadvertently absorbed Takumi's cryptoglobin following the end of Second Scenario and she rewinds, letting us play through this third run with her as the protagonist where she tries to save Takumi in turn and, with a newfound contempt for humanity, can choose whether to strive for coexistence or to sabotage humanity's efforts for using her friends as living weapons.

Concept 2: Bad End Takumi Invasions

So Hundred Line definitely has what I call the Three Houses problem, wherein a character who has time travel powers they can use pretty freely to fix the immediate problems in front of them STILL does not use them because the story demands they not have the reset button on hand, BUT i think this could be used in an interesting way: Have alternate Takumi's from bad end routes use their powers to invade the Academy to try and take our Takumi's better circumstances for themselves. For example, you could have a Retsnom end Takumi try to kidnap our non-Retsnommed Darumi under the logic of "You don't love or appreciate her like I do, so I'll take her off your hands. You don't care anyways so this isn't an issue.", or maybe a Cult Takumi obsess over our Takumi being another extension of his will and try to absorb him because he needs to fulfill his role as the ultimate fix-it tool, or perhaps a Failed Rebellion Route Takumi trying to find a new Futurum after he accidentally ruined his own, you could take this in a whole ton of ways and it could even be as simple as different Takumi's who died early trying to live and absorb and take our Takumi's place.

Concept 3: Expanded V'ehxness & Eva Routes

I think this one is also pretty self explanatory, as while the despair sisters commander siblings have some of the best routes, they're also pretty short, written out as really good endings but with little substance in the middle.

Eva routes can be expanded just from letting Eito kill Sirei: She doesn't get brainwashed, and because Sirei isn't there to shock Takumi and the SDU every waking minute, Eva and the SDU engage in more dialogue where perhaps she has the SDU join the Futuran rebellion against V'ehxness earlier on because now with Sirei no longer manipulating info, they talk for a literal 5 minutes and realize the truth about the war far earlier. Takumi when he was actively shunned in the class managed to befriend her in 10 days this one is so easy.

V'ehxness route can also be expanded upon easier, maybe there can even be an offshoot following Ending 44 where V'ehxness, now having someone she actually loves and wants to survive FOR as opposed to being an eternal unthinking god symbol, manages to escape with Takumi and narrowly survive their fatal wounds. From here it could go a few ways: Maybe they become vagabonds fighting all sides and relying on each other to survive, maybe the commanders and SDU slaughter each other and the satellite humans invade, leading V'ehxness to tenuously team up with Kahmyun and you fight against humanity's invading army as an unlikely allies rebellion where it's an awful tenuous peace but Kahmyun recognizes that V'ehxness is needed for her power and at least this time she actually has a person she cares about other than herself so she can be directed using Takumi.

Honestly I think V'ehxness and Eva should have more interactions in general, maybe even the Unlikely Allies Rebellion route has Eva as the only surviving commander from the massacre and V'ehxness and Eva are forced to actually talk like equals, and we get more backstory from both perspectives.

IDK something something pull both sisters? that'd be kinda funny. Moko spontaneously materializes from Takumi's blood to beat the shit out of him.

Concept 4: Traitor Route / Satellite Invasion Route

Takumi as a "Paragon of Despair" commander allying himself with the Commanders and leading the invasions against the SDU, each battle ends with the capture of a friend and you have to choose to either imprison or eat them. it could be that he's captured early on, MAYBE he revealed his foreknowledge and that leads to his capture and from there they talk more.

I think there's so many ways this one can be done in general: Not only would this be the route where Takumi can bond with the commanders vs the SDU students, but maybe Takumi can have mini routes associated with various commanders as he reaches an understanding/deeper connection with individual ones? Like Nyewgank straight up also has a time power and is depicted as a priest so maybe he can have a mini route dedicated to more worldbuilding as he teaches Takumi about his Futuran heritage? Maybe Takumi even embraces the religion and the internal strife within the commander ranks can have Takumi pick between factions like V'ehxness, Dahl'xia, and the like.

This one would def need to start with letting Eito kill Sirei but perhaps it can be its own golden end scenario with Eito finding out the Second Scenario truths and nudging the other students to join as commanders, with this route's enemies being an invading human army instead of the little monster mobs. Maybe it can even do a rehash of the Second Scenario final battle, but the combined might of the SDU and the Commanders helping them this time actually leads to a happier end for them.

This one is one of those route concepts I like not just for story reasons but for gameplay reasons as well, using the commanders in place of the students can expand gameplay a ton, you fight your endgame gigabuffed students that you spent all those previous routes building up with your giant 4 space bosses, maybe the human army has a different enemy variety type with a whole bunch of different new gameplay mechanics.

Concept 5: True Golden End -> This is the School Mode Dating Sim Option

Eito kills Sirei, then Takumi locks up Eito. Once everyone else wakes up, he uses Second Scenario foreknowledge to not only get the SDU on his side, but also takes the Commanders prisoner, eventually culminating in all the Commanders invading at once (maybe around day 20ish where you have half the army imprisoned and half the army invading). Because Sirei isn't brainwashing them this time and the captured commanders realize "oh shit these aren't humans they're artificial Futurans who literally didn't realize they were being used as weapons", Takumi and the gang + captured Futurans manage to establish a true dialogue with the remaining Futuran commanders and from there they have 80 days of fucking around in free time where you can date them ala the Danganronpa School Mode post games.

We can also date Shion AND Nigou.

Concept 6: Multiple Minds / Takumi remembers multiple routes

This one is a more loose concept and I already think Takumi remembering Second Scenario alone leads to a whole bunch of new route options BUT we could maybe expand on different routes and using multiple routes foreknowledge to give them good and or bad endings? Maybe Retsnom Takumi manages to go back and take Retsnom into himself instead of Darumi, and the rest of the route has us play as Darumi and making the choices to support and/or maybe even kill Takumi.

This can be used for a whole bunch of different routes, like an Eva/V'ehxness route Takumi going back and trying to help the commanders earlier on, an embittered Failed Rebellion Route Takumi being more merciless to try and prevent any SDU casualties, etc so I'll let you have your personal route blorbo pick

Concept 7: Eitovision Route

Listen if we're gonna have Eito be the government assigned yaoi for this boy, why not have a route where Takumi actually sees and lives the world through Eito's eyes? We see distorted versions of all the SDU and Commanders, even Eito and we can decide to help sabotage humanity alongside Eito and the route has a dramatic end with both of them being the only living SDU members left and it's a rehash of the Day 2 Eito solo battle.

Concept 8: MatchMaker Route

This one is more comedy focused but hear me out. Romance routes have Moko playing matchmaker and hosting an outright gameshow with Takumi's lovelife, so what if TAKUMI joins in on the action and tries to make his friends happy by playing cupid with them. Already there's a ton of potential choices in just setting up your fav pairs and you can even make your yuri/yaoi piles canon (take this to the extreme imagine if Takumi mid battle is like "V'ehxness you should really check out Addamaque you both love violence and murder :)" ), but maybe this could also be the Moko romance route.

Concept 9: Karua is Real Route

Ok so we all know that Second Scenario revealed that Karua was just an artificial memory in Takumi's head put there to make him fight extra hard for humanity as were all the hundred liners' backstories, she just happened to take up on Nozomi's look and history because Nozomi would always talk to test tube Takumi. But what if Karua actually WAS a real person on the satellite?

Second Scenario's end cutscene has Karua's spirit appear alongside Takumi, so perhaps from alt timeline shenanigans or whatever reason Uchikoshi cooks up, Karua actually IS real and this completely sends Takumi spiraling because there's two of them now!? And with Karua by his side and technically safe there's not really all that much reason for Takumi to want to fight for humanity.

You could take this in a ton of ways: Karua could be a plant by humanity, maybe a double agent by Sirei or even one of the executives from the Satellite who had a soft spot for this particular experiment, maybe this is a new Futuran commander/other party who was a plant IN the satellite and she nudges Takumi to abandon the cause and join Futurum because she likes him or DOESNT like him, maybe she's from an alt timeline where SHE is the artifical soldier and Takumi was the implanted memory, maybe this could even be a spy thriller/conspiracy esque route where Nozomi is the one trying to figure out what Karua's deal is because she KNOWS something is up. It can be taken in a ton of ways

Concept 10: Monster Mash

Another loose concept comedy focused one but what do you MEAN that there isn't a single vampire in the game where you eat other people's blood. Takumi literally reads about a whole bunch of human mythos in the library so what if he finds a cursed halloween book and now MONSTERS INVADE idk this one is more funny meme idea than anything

[tboyrory]

What do you think about transgender men who just want to be men? I feel weird on this platform; most people are non-binary, and I even saw a post mocking binary people. It's a bit weird, and I'm currently transitioning, both medically and legally. I live in Poland, and here most of the people I've met were mostly binary transgender, and even if they weren't, they still used male or female pronouns. Here I see the opposite.

I feel a bit lost. I'm a pretty simple guy. I come from a farming family. I have simple interests. I don't stick out. I wear regular, simple clothes like polo shirts, T-shirts, or sweatshirts. I look ordinary. However, for some reason I'm just afraid that I won't be accepted. I don't want to force myself to change, but maybe being too "ordinary" makes me push people away from me? I would like to be born a man, to be cisgender. But unfortunately this did not happen.

I hear you. I’d also just like to say I’m so damn sorry about what’s going on in your country at the moment.

This is long but the reason is kind of complex (skip to the bottom four paragraphs if you want my advice without all the context)

There’s a few things at play here. Offline, nonbinary people are an extreme minority. Trans people are already a minority within the lgbtq community, which is, yet again, a minority. So we’re seeing a community of people that are a minority within a minority within a minority essentially. And if you’re that, tumblr is kind of the right place to be, because this site is host to many small populations, other “out of the ordinary” communities. You see a post on here mocking binary people. Let me say, you’ll be hard pressed to find that anywhere outside of tumblr, on other sites or in real life. Post that shit on Reddit, TikTok, or Instagram, the poster will be possibly threatened with violence and harassed into the depths of hell.

Offline, there is pretty much no advantage to publicly identifying one’s self as nonbinary or attempting to use gender neutral pronouns. No advantage to being trans but for binary trans people, if we perform our gender roles good enough and conform with cis expectations, we might get a condescending pat on the back and told, “you’re one of the few trans people that isn’t insufferable, unlike the people identifying as xyz and going by they/them.” Whenever I make friends with cis people, I sometimes realize too little too late that I’m “one of the good” trans people to them and am just a diversity accessory.

That’s not to say you’re safe from transphobia just because you’re binary. But during the peak of trans medicalism, the trans community turned nonbinary people into our scapegoats to access the “acceptance” of cis people who believe we are just men and women with an unfortunate mental illness, and entertain using our name and pronouns (as long as we behave and remember our place).

All that said, trans men are often expected to conform to femininity and to feminize ourselves because being masculine is seen as “regressive”, ugly and bad, while femininity is pretty and good. This attitude exists for so many reasons, hurts a lot of people, not just us, but too many to list right now, the end result is that we’re isolated from “inclusive” queer spaces. To be part of the in group, a lot of trans guys feel pressure to change themselves or not participate at all. Essentially, you’re ostracized on the basis of being a trans guy, but you’ve also entered a place heavily populated by a marginalized group that you aren’t part of, and you’re seeing frustration and possibly resentment at the wider trans community for our past and current exorsexism (hatred of nonbinary people).

That doesn’t mean you have to make yourself different to find space here. A lot of nonbinary people are trans masc and are also impacted by transandrophobia, we share a lot of struggles with them. Even nonbinary people that aren’t transmasc are often caught up in the cross fire when we’re targeted. I might be wrong, but it seems you aren’t used to sharing a platform with many nonbinary people. To feel more comfortable, instead of not participating, or feeling like you must change, interact with them if they’re open to it (positive interaction). Comments, likes, or reblogs. Interact with posts that talk about exorsexism or ask questions, get familiar. Transandrophobia is running rampant, and when trans men are targeted, some of the first people to stand up for us and stand with us, are nonbinary people. Sharing a space with them doesn’t have to be feeling like the odd one out, rather, an opportunity to build an amazing mutual allyship.

I relate to and connect with binary trans guys, I celebrate them, I fall in love with them, but ultimately, I wish we more often give nonbinary people the same support they’ve given us. I understand how it was isolating to see a post mocking binary trans people and how that might make you nervous and uncomfortable, but believe me, only a very small minority of them harbor actual hate. You likely saw that post because it got outrage that got a lot of engagement.

I see a lot of posts from transfems on here saying nasty shit about us, however, yet again, they’re a very vocal but small percentage of trans fems. Most of them don’t actually feel that way about us. It’s no different than this.

Let me know if you have anymore questions, if I misunderstood anything, or if there is something else on your mind. Stay safe.

[brittle-doughie]

I don't know if I should be apologizing for returning so soon to yap yet again but the anon that posted this has activated my neurons. https://www.tumblr.com/brittle-doughie/785229665054883840/httpswwwtumblrcombrittle-doughie785072688296 I could think of so many outcomes and possibilities that could occur when Curious Cupcake eventually comes to that realization. Whether it's by you telling her or by connecting the dots herself likely doesn't matter. Curious, despite her yandere nature being baked into her, always tries to carry herself like a proper detective and assistant to you; however, what if the realization causes her to subtly snap? Cracks in her demeanor would begin to show, revealing glimpses of the true depth of her lovesick obsession with you. She'll try to tell you "everything's fine" but she's screaming, raging, crashing out in the confines of her own mind. Perhaps she starts using that intuition of hers for more... sinister purposes. Press her about how she feels at your own risk. An alternative outcome would be a lot more straightforward, an outward crashout not unlike what we're seeing with Eternal Sugar right now. Her demeanor of professionalism completely crashing down unveiling the true cookie beneath. Maybe its out of selfishness, only she deserves you and the Firsts are only getting in the way. Maybe it's out of fear of losing you forever, she's felt so empty and alone in the castle for so long. Either way, she's losing her mind and is completely hysterical right now. Better hope she calms down before she does anything reckless. An interesting option would be the "I want my beloved to be happy" route in which Curious, despite being saddened by your heart not belonging to her, will not interfere in your quest to reunite with the Firsts. She knows nothing she does will ever make you love her like you love them, but she can at least take solace in the fact that you're happy. And then of course there's her being so delusional that the realization simply bounces right off her and she continues on as she normally does, and life goes on. Thank you for listening to my ideas. I'll let you chose whichever route she'd go if things ever do get to that point. I'm just here throwing ideas at the wall and you can decide what sticks.

The last one is what I can see. Being a Cupcake, she will not be deterred. However, she’s at least aware with that thought that trying to stand in the way of the Firsts would be a little bit out of her wheelhouse.

[anime-in-new-albion]

The Deal with Eels ~ Jade & Floyd Leech

Summary: You need money which you know you can get from the Leech brothers. However, you know it'll come with strings attached. Hopefully, they won't figure it out...

Pairing: N/A

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 844

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

"Well, well, well, if it isn't our little Shrimpy!" You cringed at the obnoxious voice shouting from behind you. 

It's not that you didn't love the Leech twins, it's just that someone let it slip to them that you were in need of money. And those two always tried to lend a helping hand for a modest fee. You really weren't about to sink to their level just so you could get a loan.

A heavy arm wrapped around your shoulder and Floyd's voice whispered in your ear. "Why are you running away so fast?"

"Don't you want to say hello to your dear friends?" Jade added from your other side.

You gave them both a small smile. "Hello. Can I please go now?"

"Nonsense!" Jade shook his head. "We want to treat you at the Mostro Lounge. Please, let us escort you there."

You tried to shake your head, dig in your heels, refuse in the nicest way possible. But the twins are strong and there are two of them and only one of you. You didn't stand a chance.

Before you knew it, you were sitting in a secluded booth in the Lounge. Some fruity little drink was before you and Jade assured you that an assortment of food was on the way. However you weren't hungry and you weren't thirsty either. You were anxious and it was tying your stomach in knots. You wished they would just get to the point already.

"Look, whatever you're going to propose, I have to politely decline. It's not that I don't want to do business with you, it's just-"

"Who says we're looking to do business with you?" Jade chuckled behind his hand.

Floyd wickedly grinned and it made your stomach flip. "This is a friendly little lunch. Between dear friends."

"Forgive me for being suspicious." You muttered.

Jade shook his head, his polite smile falling into a frown. "My, my. We offer to help a friend out and this is the thanks we get? I don't know Floyd, I don't think they're our friend after all."

His brother frowned as well. "No, not at all. That's such a shame. I really enjoyed hanging out with you, Shrimpy."

You sighed. You suppose it couldn't hurt to at least hear them out. "Alright, what is it you wanted to speak to me about?"

Jade smiled once more. "That's more like it."

"We've heard through the current that you're in need of some money." Floyd explained. "And we want to help! That's what friends are for, right?"

"I guess..."

"We'll lend you all the money you need for as long as you're a student at Night Raven College, in exchange for a couple of flavors." Jade added.

There it was. The sticking point. The fee that made you wish you never took the deal in the first place. But, what you hope they didn't anticipate was you could play the friend card as well.

"A couple favors? I thought we were friends, boys." You simpered, batting your eyelashes for extra effect.

Floyd laughed out loud. "You're going to have to try harder than that, Shrimpy!"

"But couldn't we do it one favor each?" You begged a little, pouting.

The twins glanced at each other, a look exchanged between them. They turned back to you with their own special kinds of smiles. Your stomach twisted tighter and you were thankful you didn't eat because you suddenly got nauseous.

"A favor each? That sounds doable." Jade nodded. "My favor will be you are now my partner to gather mushrooms for as long as you are an NRC student."

It didn't sound so bad when he said it like that, but you knew he would make you go every weekend at the crack of dawn. Still, it could be a lot worse.

"And you have to do my homework whenever I ask you to do it." Floyd added.

Again, when he said it like that, it didn't sound like the worst punishment ever. But combine the two favors together, it was going to make your stay at NRC feel even longer. You weren't entirely sure you could accept these favors.

But you really needed the money. Ramshackle dorm was falling apart, despite your best efforts to make it at least habitable. And Grim was desperate for fancy tuna to snack on. All of that cost money you didn't have. While you loved working at Mr. S's Shop, it still didn't pay the bills. Besides, you knew that the Leech twins had more than enough to go around. They could make all of your financial troubles go away at the snap of your fingers.

"Counter offer: I do all of that until I no longer need money. Then we part ways as unlikely friends."

Again, the twins glanced at each other before turning back to you and grinning. "Deal."

As you shook their hands, you knew in the back of your mind you just made a deal with a pair of devils. Still, you supposed it could be worse…

[saveahorserideaneddie]

I mean this as civilly as possible—why does it matter if people ship or speculate about jeddie? Nobody knows what direction the show is going to go, fandom is all about fun. I’m a multishipper at heart so maybe I just don’t get it but liking one potential pairing doesn’t automatically mean you’re jumping ship for a different one?

im sorry but in a show like this where the writers have proven to be fickle when it comes to their own storylines and refusing to follow through because they get scared at the last second, it bothers me that people who claim to ship buddie- a pairing that has years of actual canonical buildup and real intentional development written into it- will just randomly start begging for the show to include shit like “jeddie”- a pairing of two characters who have not interacted onscreen since season 7 and even then it wasn’t more than just being in the same room- is annoying considering how long we have been waiting for buddie.

there are certain ships where multishipping doesn’t bother me (because a lot of pairings where multishipping is possible don’t have the same level of complexity and intention that buddie do), but buddie is one of those ships where literally nothing else makes sense for their characters but each other

and yall are out here actively pushing for two characters to kiss just because they both happen to be queer (yes- ik eddie is not canonically queer yet but for sake of argument) with nothing else to back it up? their dynamic of not getting along is not some “enemies to lovers” thing, and has never been set up nor intended to be that

in my experience in this fandom, “multishipping” has just been a thin veil over someone who will interact/post buddie content when it looks good for them/to get clout, but the moment someone else enters the equation, it’s as if buddie never existed for them and they go hardcore for that pairing until they eventually don’t work out and then suddenly it’s back to buddie. it’s the hoards of bt stans who were posting anti-buddie content and then when it became clear that their racist isn’t sticking around, they suddenly decided to go “oh well i was always a buddie shipper! im just a multishipper!!!”

like ive said in my posts- if you want jeddie content, then go read/write fanfic but stop posting shit begging the writers to go there because there is absolutely nothing- and i mean nothing about that ship in canon that would be narratively satisfying in any way for people who actually care about eddie as a character.

like i’ve said before, buddie has seven. years. of CONFIRMED intentional buildup in the writing, and to throw what would be groundbreaking queer rep out of the window just because “oh we threw these two gay characters who have no actual romantic chemistry or any kind of plot buildup together just for diversity points rather than actually following through on something we’ve intentionally been writing for years that would not only boost our numbers but would be something that has never been done on a show like this before”

i have made it clear multiple times why ships like this are lukewarm excuses for “representation” and why they come off as fetishizing queer characters rather than actually coming from a thoughtful and respectful place. throwing two gay characters together just for the sake of it is not the paragon of queer representation that somehow a lot of people think it is.

i also hate it because josh deserves better? he deserves his own thought out and intentional romantic partner without just being watered down to being another buddie roadblock that would only end in people starting hate him because the writers decided to ruin his character. i’ve said this multiple times as well, but we literally saw what happened the last time the writers tried to use a jealousy plot device to set up buddie- “multishippers” like you who claimed “oh its just a stepping stone” all jumped ship the next episode and started a massive fandom campaign to keep a racist around, and we got stuck with him for an entire season. the same thing would happen with josh in the context of potentially being a “stepping stone” (which to me insinuating that queer people need a “practice” relationship before their endgame is fucking disgusting) where people, like you, who claim the whole “oh fandom is fun just multiship” would drop buddie the moment two men kiss on screen because that’s all you care about.

you don’t actually care about the deeply rooted story that we know has been intentionally written by tim for years, just to be sidelined everytime “multishippers” decide to go crazy over a plot device and tim decides to derail the entire story and it ends up a hot fucking mess.

that’s why i hate jeddie and this whole campaign to include it in the show. i’ll say it again: it’s fine if you wanna read/write fic about it, but stop asking for it in canon.

i- as well as a lot of other people- have waited seven years for buddie and i don’t want to miss out on it just because some “multishipper” decided they wanted some watered down “lets throw the two gay dudes at each other” ship over something with actual development.

[carpesabrina]

Max & sab

Sabrina pursed her lips together as she thought about the future of their children and their future careers. Would they want to be a child actor like her? Would she even want them to go through that. She had definitely lucked out of the trauma from it all. She ended up on the good side of it all, but she was also well aware of the bad side. Sure, maybe bringing it up now was early. They weren’t even pregnant. And didn’t even know when the first would be born, but she had to make sure they were on the same page of it all. “If they want to be an actor or even a singer, I want them to wait until they’re at least 18. I don’t want them a child star. It gets too messy. And I want them to have as much as a childhood as they possible can. School and all.” She told Max. She had missed a lot with being homeschool. Paloma and her sisters were her only friends until she really started working. She missed out on the fun part of being a kid. And she never wanted her children to go through that. In the end, their safety would be the most important thing. And she would be able to tell them no when it came to working at such a young age. If they wanted to act, they could just stick to school stuff until they were of age. “Yeah, but those kids I can give back. When mine is crabby and dying, I can’t.” She said mostly joking. “But maybe I’ll be a good mom and I’m just psyching myself out because I’m scared.” She had heard so many stories of woman being scared to become a mother but the minute they had their baby, it had changed. And they just knew what to do. And she did hope that, that was the case for her. But no matter what, as long as she had her husband she could probably get through whatever was scaring her about it.

She laughed nodding in agreement, “yeah. I’ll let you throw anyone out of the bathroom. Get it done in one swoop.” She said as she leaned in, pressing a kiss against his biceps. She worshipped Max’s body almost as he did hers. She’d press random kisses against his bare skin, her fingers gracing over every muscle and vein that she could find. She grinned as he mentioned that she was the only one who could get him to be submissive. “I’m glad that I’m the only one that can get to see that side of you. That you’ve never shared even a slight submissive side to someone else. I also love that we get to experience first sexually together.” Their whole relationship had been experiencing first in every way. He was pulling new things out of her, just like she was with him. It was one of the many reasons they were perfect for each other. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want you to use me until I can’t even think straight. Until I’m empty minded just whimpering for you to stop.” It had never taken her long to get to that point, and even when she did, she never wanted him to stop. She moaned as she felt him releasing his load into her. Her blue eyes, glued onto his as he rested on his elbow. Her hand moved to the back of his neck. “I’ll never get enough of you either. I love you,” she murmured before she leaned up and kissed him softly. She let him get up, and she laid there catching her breath. She watched as he cleaned her up, she took in his features. Her thumb running along every line on his face, nothing but pure love filled her eyes as she stared at him. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It still amazed her with how much she loved this man. And how fast she had fallen in love with him. She had never felt this way towards anyone before. 

Max wasn't sure what the holdup was but he would get George off to himself, take him the the jewelry store to buy Sabrina something nice and push George towards the rings. The Carpenter girls needed their men and their happily ever after. "I'm not a songwriter but i can piece together my feelings for you." That was definitely easy for him when with other women it had been hard. "Who knows. George could ask her and boom...they make a baby." He didn't know it Sarah was on a IUD or not but assumed all Sab's sisters and female friends were. "No, I agree. I wouldn't want anyone forcing things on me and we won't on them. He imagined they would follow in her footsteps if they could sing or they would be actors, wrestling wasn't something most kids dreamed of but then again they could opt to stay out of the spotlight. "I've seen you with people at work, family and friends , seen you with kids and our babies. You're a natural mama. You're nurturing, you listen and are patient but can take control when need be." Max wondered who would be the strict parent and who wouldn't. Something told him Sab might be easier on them then him but then she might be the one to keep them in line as well. It was fun to wonder who would fill what role with their kids.

It was refreshing to have a partner who agreed so far on his kinks and drew the line where he did so far. Sexual compatibility was important in a relation ship for it to last and they just got each other on everything. "I can always throw everyone out of the bathroom for us." He teased and flexed his muscles. "I enjoyed it too and it was a first for me because I never give women control sexually but with you, it's fun." Max was used to being dominant at all times, daddy all the way but not with her. Watching her backstage he had found himself turned on watching her as a boss. Not that she was mean by any means to her people but they knew she was in charge and she wanted things her way. She could be firm yet remain nice at the same time. "It did feel very intimate and like we were one in that moment...just us enjoying your body together." He dipped his head back down to taste her again and enjoy the moans that escaped her lips. Moans just for him, that let him know how good he was at pleasing her. "No but you wouldn't have it any other way. You would pout if I was done with you." He was obsessed with the tiny blonde in every way possible, not just sex. She was truly his soulmate and it made sex better but life better in general. "Yes, I love seeing my cum all over your tits, kitten." He thrust harder as she told him to fill her body and he did just that as he released inside of her. "Princess.... fuck me..." He moaned out as her nails dug into him and he rested up on his elbows looking down into her eyes. "I'll never get enough of you baby." He told her reaffirming his love and devotion to her. "Let daddy clean you up." He slid out of her and went to get washcloths and began to clean her body slowly, enjoying washing every curve and peppering her skin with kisses.

[talysalankil]

so i'm cutting stuff out which means i'm basically entering the end game and i'm at 118k words. fantastic lmao.

[hyohaehyuk]

via earwolf (jacob anderson on TV, I Say w/ Ashley Ray. full podcast here) and Den of Geek SDCC interview

Jacob talked about him and Sam going to universal studios and spending 40 minutes in a sticker shop + the IWTV cast spilling the beans about Jam dates and Sam mentioning sticker play (whatever that means 🙃)

Sam: "It's a team effort" Rolin: "JACOB AND SAM GO BOWLING TOGETHER" Sam: "And ice cream and sticker play… Interviewer: Care to elaborate? 🤨 Sam: Make it up" 💀