#it’s been sitting in my head for like a year and a half now

[sequinsandfins]

Oh. So you’re saying Daniel would have definitely been Max’s ICE contact for the many years before this year? @saapphicx and I being one brain cell again had the same thought and so I wrote it into existence.

Five times Daniel is a very good emergency contact and one time Max isn’t.

1 - It’s 2:38am and Daniel’s phone rings. He groggily reaches for it because he’d set it to silent before bed and there are only a handful of people who would break that.

It’s Max.

“Max?” Daniel answers, trying to wake himself up.

“Daniel! Can you please help!” His younger teammate whispers through the phone.

“Uh, sure. Why are you whispering?”

“Because it’s late?”

Daniel scrunches up his face trying to make sense of what Max is saying.

“I locked myself out.” Max says quietly and Daniel snorts even as he’s reaching for shorts to pull on.

“Hold your horses Maxy, I’m on my way.”

Daniel stops by his kitchen to grab the spare key that Max had given him one he realised they lived in the same building, ‘For Emergency Only Daniel!’ Is on the keyring attached to the key.

Daniel sleepily makes his way upstairs to find Max sitting on the floor outside his door. He’s too tired to register Max’s eyes widening at his half undressed state. He unlocks the door and immediately retreats, heading back to bed.

“Thank you Daniel,” Max says and Daniel stops, turning around and smiling.

“Anytime Maxy, you can count on me!”

Daniel gives a silly salute and heads back to bed, throwing Max’s key on his side table and falling asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.

2 - Daniel is posing for a photo with a fan when his phone starts ringing. He throws a huge smile and then apologetically pulls his phone out of his pocket to see that it’s Max.

“MaxEmilian!” Daniel shouts happily.

“Daniel, are you still near the track?”

“Yessir, what’s up?”

“I have forgotten my wallet and this stupid restaurant will not let me go until I have paid. Please tell me you have money?”

Daniel laughs, “Even better, I have a credit card. Send me your location and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Daniel is happy to see that Max isn’t far and it only takes him 5 minutes on foot, miraculously no one stops him for a selfie.

“Your knight in shining armor has arrived!” Daniel announces loudly and obnoxiously to the restaurant.

Max rolls his eyes but smiles in thanks when Daniel pays.

“You know what this means now?”

Max gives him a suspicious look.

“I think you owe me dinner.”

“Yes of course Daniel.” Max just shakes his head and rolls his eyes again.

3 - Daniel is lazing about by the pool of his LA home when his phone rings.

He frowns. It’s Max.

Daniel tries to work out the time difference between LA and Monaco but gives up, deciding that it’s probably not a reasonable time to be awake but he answers all the same.

“Daniel!” Max yells down the line, “Please tell me you have your laptop with you!”

“Uh, yes?”

“Good! I need you to join our game! We are getting destroyed. Some fucker keeps killing me every time I respawn!”

“Uh, Max, are you sure you meant to call me? Wouldn’t Lando be–”

“DANIEL ARE YOU GOING TO SAVE ME OR NOT?!”

Daniel rolls his eyes and heads indoors to try and work out what game Max is talking about.

Daniel is shit at gaming, but who is he to ignore Max in his time of need?

4 - Daniel isn’t sure that this is an emergency. Not that he’s complaining, but watching Max model his latest ‘Unleash the Lion’ merchandise isn’t exactly what he would consider a pressing issue.

“What do you think Daniel?”

“I dunno, it looks good?”

“But what do you think?” Max is frowning at him, “you of course know how much work goes into a release, I would like your help.”

Daniel isn’t sure that Max would like to know what he thinks, which is that the t-shirt he’s got on would look much better strewn across the floor of his bedroom. Max in his bed, and Daniel wanting to find out if this lion has claws.

He coughs, adjusting himself slightly and tries to focus on the different fabric samples Max had presented him with.

Surely he has a whole team working on this. Daniel loves Max, but who thought it would be a good idea leaving these kinds of decisions in his hands.

“Okay, then go with this one.” He points to the 95% Cotton, 5% Elastane/Jersey fabric.

“Thank you Daniel! What would I do without you?” Max smiles, and twists his body around looking at his reflection in the mirror.

“Dunno mate, hope we never have to find out.”

5 - “Maxy?” Daniel says between kisses

“Hmmm?”

“How is this exactly an emergency?”

“I was thinking I would die if I could not kiss you soon.” Max answers matter of factly before pushing Daniel back on the bed and straddling him.

“Well we don’t want that.” Daniel pulls Max down and letting their lips meet once more, can’t help but smile into it. He can’t believe he loves how much of a dork his boyfriend is.

+1

Max is cuddled up to Daniel on the couch. Jimmy and Sassy have each claimed a side and are curled up next to them as some nature documentary is playing on the tv.

Daniel has fallen asleep and Max is scrolling his phone, not wanting to force them to move just yet.

A phone call interrupts his focus and Max frowns. He rejects the call, and then watches as he’s notified of a live voicemail.

‘Max It’s Liam I’m somehow locked in the Red Bull factory can you call someone for me I don’t have anyone else’s numbers’

Max swipes away the message and looks at Daniel.

He's not going to risk waking him. Liam is a big boy. He can work out how to get out of there himself.

[adimouze]

post-las vegas WDC max/daniel, rated M. ~1300 words. @girlsdads mentioned something about a lil bit of LL hating in a fic so. I did a lil bit of LL hating too.

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A face floats into Max’s field of vision probably three hours into the fifth different party Max had been shepherded to since the race ended. He’s about ninety-percent sure he’s still in Las Vegas. He blinks blearily at it, hoping at least it’s pretty enough to look at. It has been a while since. Since.

Liam Lawson blinks back. Not who he was expecting. Gross. 

“Max,” he says, sounding too sober for whatever time it is. The club is loud but Max can still unfortunately hear him. “Are you okay?”

Max attempts a sweeping gesture, he’s carrying a glass of something and it hits someone’s back, making Max drop it with a smash. Liam cringes, looking like he’s about to complain. “This is my party, mate,” Max says, cutting off whatever Liam was going to say. “I’m fucking great.”

“Christian just left,” Liam says, and Max kind of hates how he talks but what can you do. Maybe he just doesn’t like Liam. “I think there’s another party happening a few blocks from now, do you want to join me?”

If Christian left that means Max can leave without theoretically offending anybody, even though it is his party. Half of the people around him don’t seem like people he knows anyway. “Nah man, you go on ahead, I’ll head back to the hotel –”

“Oh then I’ll head back with you,” Liam’s probably the most cheerful he’s been since Max met him. “Yuki scored and left me here.” 

Pity isn’t something Max feels often, but he does feel a bit of pity now. In his first year he was never left alone in clubs, either Carlos or Daniel were always there making sure they were around to get him back to wherever before they took someone home or to their hotel rooms. More often it was Daniel, and more often Daniel didn’t take anyone home, because they were sharing a room and more often it was just fun to watch onboards together, side by side. 

No one else but them. 

Then again, Max was a teenager in his first year and Liam’s twenty-two. He wouldn’t need babysitting. 

“Alright,” Max isn’t sure where he is. He doesn’t know how to ask Liam without sounding like an absolute idiot. 

“I have a car waiting,” Liam adds, after Max stared off into the distance for a few seconds, willing someone to appear with a car. Maybe Max isn’t being as subtle as he thought he was. 

_____

Red Bull and VCARB drivers are often put up in the same hotel, usually the standard room but Helmut had finangled him a penthouse upgrade on Thursday, telling Max that he deserved a proper room to party in, like Max was going to bring home an orgy. 

He’s pretty sure Liam couldn’t possibly have gotten a penthouse upgrade too. He’s sure hotels only have one penthouse? He’s sure. If he was less drunk he would be surer. But Liam makes no move to push any buttons. 

“Mind if I come up for a nightcap?” Liam asks, smiling. This is the most Max has seen him smile ever since he got Daniel…ever since Daniel left and he jumped in the car. Max does not want him to come up for a nightcap but Max is feeling generous tonight. 

“Sure, why not.” Someone had spilled what seems like a bottle of champagne on him at some point in the night and his shirt is sticking to him. He’s too tired to shower. Meh. It’ll be a problem for hungover Max tomorrow. 

The lift goes up insanely fast but still feels too slow for Max tonight. He’s WDC, four times WDC, he’s used to faster things, sue him. Liam is still staring at him. 

“Good driving tonight,” Max says, for want of anything better to do or say. He has no idea where Liam finished to be honest. 

“I finished 16,” Liam says flatly. Yikes. Well. 

The door dings open onto Max’s floor. And. 

Daniel’s sitting on the giant sectional of the penthouse living room. 

He looks gorgeous. Max wants to stare forever. He looks broad and good and tanned, his beard has filled in a lot more than when Max last saw him in Monaco, his hair thicker. The sweatshirt he’s wearing looks less oversized than usual, fitting his shoulders instead of drooping over them, and his trousers make his thighs look great. 

He’s smirking. He looks like a frat guy. He looks like one of those men from Victoria’s magazines that Max definitely didn’t jerk off over. 

Max is probably drooling, and Liam runs into him as he’s stepping out of the lift. 

“Oh sorry mate I – Daniel, hello.” Liam’s voice is a bit high. Confused. Probably scared. “Didn’t realize you were in Vegas. Red Bull didn’t…”

Daniel stands up and comes over. Max is still staring. Daniel moves like an apex predator and Liam’s just the runt of litter in this.  “Hey Liam. Well. Red Bull doesn’t own me anymore mate, do they? I can be wherever I want.”

He claps Liam on the shoulder in greeting then grabs Max’s limp hand. “Came to see my boy be the World Champion again.”

Liam’s probably saying something but Max doesn’t care, because Daniel’s pulling him in, arms going around Max, sticky shirt and all, and Max is going to swoon because Daniel smells good, good, good, their lips meeting after ages, Daniel’s lips and tongue the best, most refreshing thing Max has tasted all night. Someone’s moaning. 

It’s him. 

“Um…”

Liam’s still there. 

Max tries to pull back but Daniel’s got his hands on his ass, lifting, lifting, and Max’s legs going around him in response, and Daniel’s got them on the sofa in a second, Max perched on Daniel’s wide wide thighs without even separating their lips once. It’s the hottest thing Max has ever felt. He’s going to come just from the thought alone. 

“Liam,” Daniel’s saying, pulling back a few centimeters to give Max some breathing space. “I’m going to fuck my husband on this sofa right now, and he’s going to be screaming loud enough to be heard from the moon. So like,” he pops the k, and Max’s dick twitches, precome dripping into his underwear, “unless you want a front row seat to that for some reason, shouldn’t you be heading to bed?” 

“Husband?” Liam’s stuttering. “Excuse me? You can’t – Does Christian know? He’s going to be so mad at you, Max what the fuck –?”

“Get out,” Daniel says. Max has never heard him sound like that. “Now.” 

“I’m calling Christian,” Liam says as a parting shot. “He won’t – he’s not going to allow this.”

“Yeah you do that, mate,” Daniel rolls his eyes then squeezes Max’s ass harder. God, he’s so hot. Max feels insane. Husband husband husband. “What’s he going to do, fire me again?” 

The lift dings shut again. They’re blessedly alone. 

“Husband?” Max snorts, shivering as Daniel’s fingers undo his pant buttons. “Bit presumptuous of you, don’t you think?”

“The ring’s in the suitcase, baby,” Daniel says, smiling like a wolf, fingers curling around Max’s dick. Max grinds into the feeling, needing Daniel inside him right now. This is the best day of his life. “Was hoping you’d say yes.”

“Let me think about it,” Max laughs, and Daniel bites his nipple through his shirt. “Liam’s probably told the Herald by now.”

“I’ll personally send him the wedding photos,” Daniel cackles, licking up Max’s neck, leaving wet trails in the cold air con of the room, “if he promises to send me photos of Christian when he tells him I was about to fuck him in front of you.”

“Stop talking about Christian and fuck the World Champion already, husband,” Max says, his laughter turning into moans when Daniel all too willingly complies.

[saintzweig]

i was thinking about how cute it would be if younger patrick planned an hang out with art and tashi so they could finally get to know his girlfriend, like go bowling or something all together

HI i like this one a lot i want you 🫵 to know that

patrick thirdwheeling arttashi after coming back from tour, art sitting next to tashi in the booth with his arm on the back of the scratched up leather seat while patrick sat across them, chowing down on his loaded fries that he made the couple pay for. in the middle of a conversation, tashi asks him for a favor "there's this girl on my team that won't stop bothering me until i set you up with her so please, just please this once" and the brunette male just shakes his head.

"come on, man. you'll get a good shag and she'll get off tashi's back. it's a win-win" art backed his girlfriend up, said girl nodding.

"look tash, i would love to help you out but i really can't." after minutes of pestering and countless assumptions as to why patrick doesn't want to, he finally tells them that he has a girlfriend. the two of you have been together for half a year now, although he didn't give much information on how or where you met.

"you're telling me you're in a committed relationship? you're serious about this girl? and she's serious about you?"

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"no, commitment and patrick zweig doesn't fit in the same sentence. is she even real or are you just trying to fool us?"

and patrick only rolls his eyes. the same night he calls you and tells you all about how his so called friends reacted, so you offered to drive down to stanford to meet art and tashi. driving directly to the bowling place that patrick sent you the address to, showing up in a dress that you know he really likes.

he runs over to you as soon as you enter the establishment, wrapping his arms around your waist to spin you around and give you kisses all over your face until you push him away, giggling. tashi and art in the background with their jaw slacked as they watched you from the bowling lanes. you introduce yourself to them, giving a little bit more background on your relationship with patrick. it didn't take long for you and tashi to warm up to each other, giggling as you watch the two boys flail around as if they aren't athletes.

"seriously, you can tell me if you're an actress that he paid to make it seem like he's not a loser"

"oh even if i was, i don't think patrick has enough money to hire me"

[icarusredwings]

Trying something new, be kind.

Baby talk. 1/2

Ft. Wo-wo, mama, and 'essy

A Sfw very little Wade fic

Cws include: Brief mentions of adult fun, truama, brief discussion of death, an unexperienced caregiver, an uncomfortable caregiver, cursing, struggles/ happy ending.

Coming home, Wade was quiet. Too quiet.

"Wade?" He calls.

"Last time I heard him he came to hug me for a bit but he didn't awnser me when I asked what he was doing." Al mutters, half asleep on the couch.

"Oh.. well I got food so don't nod off just yet. I'm gonna make that alfredo stuff you like."

"Mmh.. You're a good kid, Logan."

"Althea, I'm older than you...Remember?" He says, setting down the bag of ingredients in the kitchen.

The old woman waves her hand. "Yeah yeah... just wake me up when you're done."

"Alright. Swear you'll wake up? Don't go dying on our couch." He tells her jokingly.

"Bah! It's my couch, I can die on it if I want too." She smiles, pulling the blanket up a bit.

Sometimes she did this, and it was starting to worry Logan. She was forgetting little things more, taking more naps, not wanting to move a lot either. Something about her back? Either way, Logan was terrified. He's already lost so many to old age, he didn't want to see her go too. And thinking about what it would do to Wade scared him more.

It's not until he checks the bedroom to see Wade W sitting, sucking his thumb, and playing house with his action figures and the doll house that Vanessa bought him a couple of years ago.

"Darlin'?"

From the looks of it, he had Spiderman in the kitchen, an old woman on the couch, a doggy on the couch, two little girls upstairs, a barbie in the tub (that didn't fit at all) and a wolverine action figure in the bed, claws up and out.

It took him a second to process before smiling softly. He hasn't been this small in such a long time. "Did I have a nightmare?" He asks, watching as Wade takes the wolvie out of the bed, reaching up as if showing him.

"Yeah, I see. Mad little guy, isn't he?" Logan crouches, grunting a bit as his knees popped.

"God, how do you get down here? Dosn't that hurt your knees?" Logan asks, only to be given a dead stare. As if not processing what he was saying.

"Oh.. uhm.. these?" He pats his knees. "Ouches. Sometimes.."

His eyes light up, only to frown, looking concerned, his own hands coming to his knees. "...ow?"

"Sometimes... hey so... how big are you right now? Can you tell me?"

But there was that stare again, a small tilt of his head with such wide white eyes. Yeah.. that just about tells him everything he needs to know. Vanessa has told him about when this first started and how truely little he had become, not talking much, simply....staring.

"Well.. Kitty's going to make dinner soon. How about you come out and sit in the living room, okay? So I can see you?"

Another stare, his head tilting to the other side now, like a puppy watching its owner do something it had no concept of.

"Uh-huh.... right. Uhm... nevermind. Just stay in here, okay?" Standing again is when Wade begins to panic, making an urgent whine, putting his arms up. "MmMmh!!"

Blinking, Logan swallows, not exactly comfortable with this age. This was Vanessa's age. Not his. He was used to the 5 year old wanting to play stuffies or the smart alack 8 year old who ranted to him for hours about stars, planets, and dinosaurs.

So this was.. weird. New. Unexplored territory. And Honestly, he was fine with that. Totally fine with not knowing.

"Er...I-i don't.. this isn't-" He starts, having a subconsious guilty feeling in his gut for not wanting to take care of him, but also felt like he shouldn't be interacting with him. I mean- They did big adult things last night. And now he was giving him grabby hands? It felt wrong. And with Wade's truama? He didn't want to make it worse on accident.

"Ups?"

"N-no.. Wade.. I-...Im gonna go call Vanessa. Okay?"

"... 'essy?"

"Y-yeah. 'Essy. Erm.. thats ness right?"

" 'essy?"

Swallowing, he nods, leaving the room with his hairs pricked up on the back of his neck, a knot in his stoamch. Taking a deep breath, he dialed the poor woman twice. The phone range through to voice mail both times. "Shit- okay.. fuck.. uhm.."

So he goes to google, trying his best to look for awnsers only to become more disgusted with himself at what he saw. Why was there so much- He groans, trying to calm himself. He couldn't even ask Althea because she was sleeping, snoring away.

Okay. Come on, Howlett. It can't be this hard.. right? I mean, it's just like a regular ki- Oh come on! He's never had a kid this little before! Especially not alone. What was he supposed to do?

Another deep breath, feeling defeated, and put his face in his hands. A buzz comes from the phone, and just as he looks at it, it was like signing his own death certificate.

'Sorry, I'm working. Whats up?'

"When he was really young what did you do to him?"

'???'

"He's really little right now. What do I do?" He asks, trying to type coherently.

'Oooh okay. So ussually I would give him a cup and put on a movie. He was really cuddly too so sometimes I would just hold him.'

Before Logan could respond again, she sent another message saying she had to get back to work and that it will be fine. 'It's easy, don't worry' She said but Logan had his doubts.

Alright. Movies.. cups.. hugs. Got it. He could do that. He could do hugs and cups. That was normal.

Sighing, he puts the phone away, going to the kitchen as he made him his cup, just putting straight milk into it. He liked milk right?? Did tots like milk? Yeah- obviously. Come on- get it together.

Walking into the livingroom, Logan sets it down, going through movies as he remembered what Vanessa told him before, about singing princess movies. "Ariel it is" he thinks, clicking it on and shifted the coffee table so he would have room to lay or play- what ever it was he did.

Coming back to the room, he gathers up some blankets and his stuffies, taking them from the room only to drop them all infront of the tv.

"Wade!" He calls. "Got a cup for ya! And look its a princess. You like princesses." He says, but he doesn't come.

"Wade? Come on, Bub! I gotta make dinner still." This last part was under his breath, only to grunt, going into the room only to see him sitting in the same spot.

"What are you doing? Come on. Livingroom with mama. Lets go." He shifts, gestruing his arms to the door but Wade didn't move, infact the loud words made him frown more, looking at him with those big wide eyes, a deer in headlights.

Logan took a step forward, watching Wade lower his head, holding his small angry Wolverine near his chest, like he would take it away.

This is what Logan was worried about. Great! Now he was scared of him. How was he supposed to care for someone who was too scared to move?

Think, Logan. This isn't hard. Just carry him.

Grunting, he hesitantly puts his arms out, leaning over. "...come'ere."

Another head tilt, making him groan, slightly annoyed. "Wade. Uppies. Come on, kiddo."

Instantly, he smiles, crawling quickly to his legs and put his hands back up, still keeping mad wolvie in one hand.

Picking him up, a shiver went down his spine, suddenly feeling a sense of severe protection after Wade wrapped his arms around his neck, affectionatly nuzzling into his neck with a big smile.

Unconsciously, he hugged him tightly, holding his bum and rubbing his back. "...Hi honey."

Wait. What was he doing? no. No. No. No. NO.

He couldn't feel that way about him. Absolutely no way. That was wrong. Fucking instincts! Not everthing adorable is your kid damn it!

Shaking his head, he quickly walks to the livingroom, putting him down.

"Now. You stay. Sit and watch princess." He says, pointing at the Tv and shaking his head, watching as Wade whimpered, giving him grabby hands again.

"No, Wade. L-later..." He swallows, wanting to punch himself for feeling that way. He had hugged him the same way Gabby did after a long time of seeing him, and it had activated his instinctual parental habits.

Quickly, he walks away to the kitchen, rubbing his temples. "I can't do this shit.." he grumbles.

[etherealevangeline]

Midnight Morgue—The Morgue

hey ya’ll! please read the notes below. MDNI! please enjoy and don’t hesitate to leave feedback, it means a lot to us writers! words: 20k. my ao3: etherealevangeline

summary: reader finds herself joining Price as a coroner to pursue her “career,” as a mortician. this may or may not be an excuse to explore her eerie curiosity of death, considering her painful backstory of her dead family. this story deals with explicit themes such as smut, gore, horror, alcoholism, mental health, delusions, surgical themes/terms but probably inaccurate lol.

notes: just love the look of 2009 simon riley in this morgue AU. morgue may or may not be haunted :) ritualistic themes/cult like behavior. random sketchy ass town. Price is the supervisor. Mactavish & Garrick are small town police officers. slow burn simon x reader, enemies to lovers, simon has a huge chip on his shoulder. reader is questioning her belief in the spirit realm. feminine pronouns are used.

You found your way into the small borough of Carbon county shortly after losing your loved ones. Now, that was a while ago, having been a few years. But the pain and agony of that night never left you. It left a sinking, wallowing hole in your chest every time you thought of it. And to disguise your pain—you had turned to drinking. The feeling of the whiskey went down like water on the weekends. If anything it was less of an alcoholic drink to you and a source of never ending depravity. A way to rot on your couch.

‘’A wee alcoholic, aye?’’ You’d remember the man's words. He wasn’t the new rookie deputy cop you’d expected. No, near him was a towering man, all clad in his uniform. He had a buzzcut. What you remember was his cognac eyes boring into yours, the sight of a frown pulling at his lips from the stress of the job already taken over. Crow's feet pinched at his eye corners. His hand rested on his walkie talkie as if cradling it to soothe him.

’’Bloody hell, I don’t remember his name.’’ You muttered weakly, a sigh leaving your nostrils. Your languid, half lidded eyes from intoxication gaze up at the ceiling. It spins. You could hear the background noise of your TV—it’s nothing interesting. Nothing seems to be of interest anymore. It drags on and on until her voice drowns out. That wallowing hole inside your chest can never be sewn up, you think.

And that was mostly why you worked in a morgue. Since seeing the death of your kind—it stirred something deep inside you. Something you didn’t understand from the very beginning. It was a need to know, a primal curiosity to understand death and how it impacted the human body. You were once told it was how you coped with what happened, but how many times did you believe that when you drank your hundredth for the night?

What you still wanted to know was how it felt when that car wrapped around that pole. The smell of gasoline to burn your nostrils, and how it felt to have a 9mm blow your head off. The sound must be deafening. It must have had to blow in your eardrums and produce a shudder so violent you'd whip around. It was sickening and frightening, the kind of thoughts you had. Some would think so. But how could you sit there and write them off, when they whispered from the dark halls of your mind? Every night, beckoning. Chanting like venomous whispers.

And when the nights came, you’d sit and analyze. Hunched on your bed as the autumn night howled and the wind moaned for reprieve. Rain splattering like blood against the window. You’d replay what you’d see over and over again—only for your body to fall short of it all. The one thing missing was the experience. You were just an outsider when it happened to them, that is what it felt like.

But soon, the voices seemed to unravel. A slow hum settled down from the corner of the dingy, messy kitchen. Tablecloth slipped off, no center piece for decorum. The window was open letting in cold stark air. The lamp blinked, and surely enough your attention was back on the TV ahead of you. Rain pounds the screen as the reporter wears her flapping raincoat, eyes squinting as water raced down her pallid skin.

‘’Rattling one of the small boroughs of Pennsylvania in Jim Thorpe, a 32 year old woman was found dead by the Delaware river. Her body was found by a hiker.’’

‘’The small town is terrified as strings of bodies are found scattered around the Poconos Mountains. Will get back to you once we take five.’’ Just like that the screen cuts off. You’re left staring, shot in one hand empty. It feels cold and stale all of a sudden. It churns uneasily in your stomach, gathering like a whirlpool. Pulling at your insides and causing your vision to tilt.

Before you knew it—you’re throwing up again in your trash bin you kept beside you for when it did happen.

With all of the murders happening—bodies came in for an autopsy faster than usual. Normally, it was of a man who had fallen off a ladder and landed fatefully on his head. Leading to a subdural hematoma which then took his life. Or normally it was a druggie overdose.

But this—this pronounced a temperamental chill down your spine. Your arms brushed your sweater in uncertainty as you walked in. Your purse hangs from your shoulder—giving a glance at the receptionist who is flat faced and has saggy smile lines.

She bears no interest as you walk past and down the rickety, narrow hallway. You punch the elevator and walk in—dim and yellow lights casting a pallid sickly glow on you.

Once in the morgue downstairs, you amble down the cold constricting hallways. It’s peacefully silent, and occasionally scuffles from inside the autopsy room could be heard. When you walk in—you’re not surprised to see the bear of a man washing his hands in the sink, back facing you. He wore a reddish brown sweater, and it's rolled up. Streaks of grey line his once blonde hair. Its faint, but when you look closely you can see it. In front you is the morgue table, an overhead fluorescent lighting sending your head pounding. The lab is beside the sink, the fridge to the side holding blood samples.

‘’You’re late,’’ Price greets you gruffly, turning to wipe his wet hands on the nearby rag. He slaps it down a little too hastily for your liking--turning his shoulder to look at you, and you swallow, distant eyes tracking his boots. They were distressed, worn, and the leather was peeling from the toe front. The flaps weren’t firm anymore. His khaki pants slouch slightly at the rim of the boots.

’’Got caught up.’’ You said, the words sounding flat. It bore no heartbeat. You knew what you got caught up with.

‘’Get on with it, MacTavish is coming in with a body.’’ Price said firmly and you nodded your head. His pinched eyes watch you for any signs of swaying or slurring. You feel like a carcass—being picked apart under his gaze. He picks and prods at the meat and torn flesh that resembled you, leaving nothing but that exposed hole of deprecation.

You shudder under his gaze. You don’t like it. But you know this is how he is. Ever since you first came. It must be from all his years of military experiences which is why it came so easy to tear you apart like this with just a look.

You unwrapped your scrubby red scarf, hanging it in the closet door inside. You hang your purse and quickly scrub your hands down, head lowered in the sink where he previously stood. You get under your fingernails, as the suds glide down. You scrub until red shows up and your chest feels less tense than it did under his gaze.

‘’Get on with it, MacTavish is coming in with a body.’’ Price said firmly and you nodded your head. His pinched eyes watch you for any signs of swaying or slurring. You feel like a carcass—being picked apart under his gaze. He picks and prods at the meat and torn flesh that resembled you, leaving nothing but that exposed hole of deprecation.

Wiping your hands, you move with haste. You walk past him and the smell of tobacco hits you. He moves back to address you, eyes lingering on the top of your head uneasily. His arms cross as if surveying you. Was he a hypocrite, eyeing you as if you’d committed a war crime for drowning your sorrows? You shouldn't think like this—he’s your superior. But apart you has little to no room to care for his reputation.

You draw a figure of a body, finishing the legs, trailing up to the arms, and head. You then do a quick rinse and snap on some gloves by the lab desk area. Your fingers wiggle, and you turn to Price, holding up your hands and nodding.

He makes a quick move to talk, ‘’You’re not dead until—‘’

‘’You’re warm and dead.’’

Something almost like pride flickers in his eyes as you now announce it with ease. At first you didn't understand the implication behind the words but to him it held some sort of motivation. You thought it was silty to have said it--but upon seeing that glint in his eye it has you second guessing your thought for a second.

‘’If I ave’ to drag you to work, I will personally see to it that you’re warm and dead.’’ He said dryly. There's a hint of something in his scruffy voice but you can’t quite name it. The way his expression is hidden makes you tilt your gaze to his to see what’s underneath. To cut him open like a can of worms, to expose his insides and all his guilt. Shame. Repressed nightmares. The way he'd done with you. Maybe you’ve been staring too long because he then clears his throat.

The sound of boots thudding down the hallway come into earshot and soon a pretty, tall and boisterous man walks in. He’s sporting a mohawk, his skin somehow glistening despite the dreading atmosphere of the night. ’’We copped one, Doc.’’ He said in his thick Scottish accent, nodding a head before his eyes roamed over to you. His light eyes if it was possible--swelled with even more amusement.

You stand there, ignoring him as the body rolls in. It's the new recruit, you remembered, the one who held his walkie like it was something beloved to him. You flash a glance at his uniform—Garrick.

The victim is covered in a white sheet, you can’t tell if it’s a woman or man yet. The feet point out, unmoving and poking at the cloth. After MacTavish removed his gaze from your still form, his walkie beeps and he then comes over by Garrick who situates himself at the other end. On three, they hoisted the body onto the table.

‘’I had it.’’ Price muttered, slapping his gloves on.

Mactavish gives him a sloppy grin before stepping back on his boots, ‘’Wanted to impress the Bonnie.’’

Bunny?

What Bunny?

Confusion must’ve betrayed your normally flat face as you walked to the table, tilting the overhead lights to the body below. MacTavish's’ eyes glitter at your reaction, happy he got to milk some sort of response from you. You could tell he was interested, but not quite sure what to poke and prod at just yet. Garrick scoffs and a hand rests on his belt.

’’You’ll get it soon, dinnae fash yer’ self.’’ You glance at where the face is supposed to be, and then at MacTavish. Your lashes brush your brow bone, unwavering.

’’Give her a few and she’ll pick up the Scotsman, yeah?’’ Garrick said roughly, moving so he strolled the gurney out. He disappears down the dreadful hallway and you hear the faint buzzing of the fluorescent lights again. Something irked you. They spoke as if you weren't in the room. Then again, you had a habit of shrinking away to hide from the limelight. Could you really blame them?

‘’English, MacTavish.’’ Price mumbles, but MacTavish is stepping back, saluting comically at you both before heading out, one hand resting on his vest. You don’t miss the way his holster wraps around his thigh and hugs it, his sidearm jiggling.

Price grabs his little voice recorder from his table, fingers pressing the red button. It's small and fits in his larger hands perfectly.

’’This is the autopsy of an unidentified male, assisting with John Price is the coroner.’’ He mentions your name and it almost has a grudging sense of respect behind it.

Your heart lurches ever so slightly at the recognition. Did you like that? Did you like being seen? You're not sure what to think as you cross the line of curiosity and shame. He then gave a subtle nod to you to start working. Your hands ghost over the edges of the thin sheet for a second too long.

’’Remove the sheets.’’ Price orders, still not having loosen up his tongue from his ex military days. It's sharp and biting, firm. You bet it straightens the soldiers up before any real whipping began.

And so you do.

You don't shudder at the sight. After seeing it so many times it burns like a memory behind your eyes. Pale cloudy eyes of the man meet yours. At the sight you find it intriguing even, as his eyes convey no emotion. It’s flat, staring into an abyss. He has no consciousness of course. But when you arrived at the scene of your mother, you thought you could’ve seen the horror written on her face in the aftermath.

''Unidentified male appears to be in his early 30s. He is wearing no clothes.’’ You begin, trailing your eyes down his features before his body. You reach out and flex an arm, seeing how the muscles move and flex.

‘’The man is still in rigor mortis.’’ You identify.

Price nodded, ‘’And what could that mean?’’

’’He was found in a colder temperature, or he just died within 24 hours.’’

Price gets up to shuffle to the drawing board. He then goes to write with the thin chalk, his back facing you. ‘’Timeframe 24 hours.’’ The chalk moves with haste. He doesn’t bother to write straight, his writing is long, narrow, and at the end his letter swoops down from the effort of removing the chalk. It screeches a bit.

‘’Blonde hair, possibly blue eyes but hard to tell since it's clouded over.’’

‘’So is it blue or not?’’

You give him a glance from under your lashes, and then suck in a breath. ‘’Blue it is.’’

You then continue, tilting the head this way and that, a pinch forming between your brows as you noted diligently his features. You can feel Price studying you intensely. You know you have yet to have order to your examinations. ‘’Caucasian.’’

You could then hear Price writing on the green board.

’’Scarring around his ankles and wrists, like he’s been bound.’’ Price drops the chalk on the ledge near the eraser and comes forward. He slapped his gloves on, standing at where the head is positioned and he nods for you to go to the board instead.

’’Left and right?’’ He looked at you, watching as you walk past and to the board, a hand still adjusting the gloves. He had a bit of a struggle with the gloves being too tight. You circled the ankle and wrists as he taught you, to which you drew arrows and defined “bound.”

He raised a brow and then his eyes lowered to the unidentified male, ready to start his own observations. The feeling first began as a trickle against his neck, almost like lengthy fingers stroking the skin there. Price rolled his shoulder, as if working out a kink to which you noticed after you turned.

How you wished you blinked an eye. You shifted in your spot.

“I’ve seen this before.” Price murmured, raising the ankles carefully. The joints were shattered, leaving the bone bruised and inflamed. It’s mottled purple and blue, the area ballooned. He reached out almost tenderly to push at the bone in the ankle where it meets the bulbous joint. The bone juts and pressed against the superficial skin, threatening to pierce. It slides uneasily.

“When?” You can’t help but ask. Curiosity strikes and you find yourself tip-toeing to eye his movements. He stands quite far, so you have only the view of his head tipped down, hands skillfully working below his waist.

In fact his grey is pronounced even more. It shines under the light like silver. “Ten years ago…another male came in. Unidentified. Broken wrists and ankles just like this.”

You swallowed and Prices’ eyes flashed. Almost as if reliving a forbidden memory. It's the way he said it--like a breathy whisper, as if too afraid to still admit what he’d seen. “It was a kid at that time.”

“A kid?”

Price nodded and then furrowed his brows. The skin pinches from the urge to shove the memory away. He then looked up at you, his eyes shadowed as he rested the ankle down. You clamped your mouth shut, as it seemed personal, and the voice recorder was still rolling.

Price then swiveled around to open the mouth of the male. His hands pry and it falls open unnaturally, slack and limp, “Front incisor teeth are missing. Looks to be yanked from the root.”

You wince at the comment, imagining every bit of it. It makes you shudder. You turn and continue writing down his observations, circling the mouth area. A nauseous feeling arises in you. The feeling where your stomach rises and drops on a rollercoaster ride—except there is no rollercoaster. You couldn’t tell if it was from the drinks the night before, or from seeing the body crudely mangled.

“There’s something stuck in the throat. The esophagus.” Price suddenly said, shining a light down the man's throat with a smaller penlight. You turn around, hair whipping slightly, approaching the table where the body lay. You move as light as a feather, your footsteps unheard. A steady hum from the light above soothed your nerves. “What is it?”

Price sighed heavily, as if the nights worked dragged on. It did, you couldn't blame him. “When we perform the internal examination we’ll see.”

During the internal examination, Price steadily held his instrument. The scalpel slices cleanly at the pale flesh. When he inspects the throat area, he detaches the larynx, the and the esophagus, there’s swelling and trauma. You narrowed your eyes in focus to see.

“It looks…round.” You muttered as his gloves prod at it. Price extracts what looks to be a small pouch. When he lifts it in the air because his eyes occasionally struggle to see in the dark, his brows shoot up. At first you couldn’t tell what his reaction was. That glimmer of surprise goes away, as if squashing the butt of a cigar.

From behind the pouch as it swings, his gaze then shifts to you, brows lowering into an unsettling scowl, “It’s a small pouch. Looks like it didn’t make its way into the stomach, it was too big.”

“So he choked on it,” You conclude but Price is quick to stop you.

“We don’t know that’s how he died. Open this pouch for me.”

You nod and round the corner of the table, hands fumbling for the pouch carefully. He placed it in your palms and you moved over to the lab table, where the microscope is and your vials. You sit, eyeing the pouch under the microscope as Price continues speaking to the recorder. “The pouch was lodged in the esophagus, someone made him swallow it. Or he did it on his own. But the bound marks suggest otherwise, along with the shattered left and right fibula.”

You shudder gruesomely. Someone made him swallow it? It was looking more and more likely, especially with the bruises which pointed to a clear MO. You leaned in, eyes narrowed like lasers and eyeing the material under the microscope. You hum and then move away, glancing at Price who is working the victim.

“It’s just a pouch, nothing is inside.”

“Why would he swallow something empty?” Price muttered, shaking his head as his eyes trail to the rest of the body. You wanted to know as well, to have the dots connect. Suddenly, in the line of work you found yourself feeling alive. A thirst for understanding death, yet a desire for figuring out the puzzle pieces. You thought you couldn’t feel that way ever again. You swallowed and your eyes darted away at the floor, and Price cleared his throat. You joined him.

The night ended and before you knew it, you and Price concluded the death was caused by a stab wound to the heart. A tiny hole, piercing through the muscle and flesh, almost looking like a corkscrew. it was located laterally, by the ribs. It was nestled well. The thought of someone painfully easing it in, twisting and hearing the bone crack under pressure—It was too much. And then to endure the plain of everything else. It was borderline torture at that point. Maybe it was torture.

But why? Why this person? What did they do? More so, who did this?

''Whoever did this must've had a helluva PTO.'' Price muttered, before he shut off the lights, casting the area in complete darkness.

''Who do you think did it?'' Your voice comes out strong and grounded. Apart of you was not afraid to ask, you yearned for an answer. You gazed at Price who sighed and grabbed his hunky jacket, slinging it on. He glanced at you.

''If I took a wild guess, someone with a lotta' experience. They knew which bones to break, most importantly corked the mans heart fatally.''

You don't necessarily feel an ache towards the male, but it manifested as an insistent need to analyze the situation. That was how your brain worked, like a piston.

Price had left a while ago, leaving you to fend for yourself. The night is settled with a thick, blue haze stretching solemnly across the cemetery. The trees huddle and lean in as if sharing secrets, but more than ever you feel it offers you no child like curiosity, the way you would have felt when you were naive. Blankets of fog roll in like an oncoming wave. You strolled to your car.

“What d’ya find?” Suddenly, a voice cuts through the cold stale air. A certain MacTavish called out from behind you as you walked. You're arms are crossed as your burgundy cardigan is wrapped around you to keep you warm but it offers little comfort. Your scarf flits in the air as you turn around to see him.

Mactavish is leaning against the patrol car, and biting into a sandwich. It reminded you that your stomach ached as well for food. Something warm. Something tangible beyond years of numbness. You eye him before walking forward to stand beside him, although not necessarily mingling in his personal space. “What are you doing here? At this hour.” You ask, not wanting to discuss what had been on your very mind as you walked out the morgue. It was teetering at 2am now, and the idea of having a lengthy discussion of blood and bones did not interest you.

“Got called in for a bar brawl.” He said with food in his mouth. You eye him with a sense of distaste, a brow cocking and your arms still crossed to shield yourself from the October cold. You swallowed and shook your head. The shadows of the gnarly fork like trees draped over your faces, the lamp shade doing nothing to console your uneasiness. “Sounds better than my night.”

“Join me, then.” He said a bit too cheekily. You scoff, shoving a hair away from your cheek as it grazed in the wind. You’re pretty sure you resembled Rudolf the red nosed reindeer since the cold was getting harsher and unforgiving these nights. It consumed the forests and every crevice it could.

You then look at him, pausing and eyeing his amused expression. His eyes twinkled, most certainly remembering a certain event you two shared.

Finishing the last of his sandwich, he dusted his hands off and stood tall, shifting on the pavement. “I’ll drop ya home.” Did he forget you had a car?

“Not necessary.” You said a bit too fast, cutting him at the last second. You stiffen up and grasp at your elbows tighter, as if trying to melt away in your cardigan. You’re not sure what’s worse, him seeing the bottles of alcohol on the ground, or your messy unkempt place. It looked as if a hurricane rummaged in there. And his joke of being an alcoholic—it rubbed you the wrong way. The alcohol would only confirm his jokes of you.

But there was no use hiding it. It’s what you depended on for a second long high. And then the weight came crashing down, it crashed hard. But now it had been a running joke of your drunkenness, when you came into work accidentally and met the cop, MacTavish. Let’s just say, you two played in places you weren’t supposed to be.

He happened to just drop off a body, whilst he found you sitting at the stale reception desk, working. You typed clumsily and appeared dazed. The lady called in sick, so Simon took over your shift, a man you'd met a few times. MacTavish then grinned devilishly, “Aren’t ye' the new morgue lass?” And you gave him a bedazzling smile and grin as if you’d known the man. Cheeks lifted, hair flowing in waves, the warm light almost illusioned you in such a cunning way. You did not know him. It was the alcohol pumping loudly combined with the horrible urge, insistent urge to run away from your past. And behind your eyes you hid very well the pain and agony. It was believable, to the point MacTavish thought you were one of those rowdy restaurant girls, cosplaying as a mortuary assistant. Probably his favorite trope.

You could remember the way he hid without a car it seemed in the morgue storage. He laid down, went in and you shut it. To scare him—you suddenly spoke amongst the corpses when five minutes passed and he yelled, wanting to get out. “Lass, I swear to god next time ye’ will be in here.”

Snapping back to reality, as the wind howled like a wolf in pain--you knew that wasn’t the real you. This was. This distant, shrouded and shell of a self. You zoomed back in, the voices and vision fading away from view. You could hear him talk clearly now.

He had his hands raised as if his hands were burned, brows raised, “I willnae’.”

You awkwardly glance at him, to which he gazes at, before walking on your boots off the pavement, fishing for your car keys in your cardigan pocket. Your car beeps when you press the button and you sighed. Your silence left him stunned momentarily, and confused. The man is not sure of what to think when it came to you, your behavior. You were first a Tinkerbelle, the manic pixie that night, and now you were a closed off wall.

“Get home safe, will ye?” He hesitantly said from behind you. He watched as your hair whipped and you then gave him a weary glance before leaving in your car. You thought he muttered something along the lines of, “Can never seem to pick one up, aye?” He sighed pitifully, turning away.

In your car as you drove down the narrow highway, trees whizzed past. An eerie fog had set in and you put on your hard lights to see ahead. You then slowed down, sighing through your nose. Long morning, love drive.

[clemswinecorner]

Birthday [Harry Lewis/W2S]

Summary: You and Harry have barely been dating when his birthday rolls around.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: swearing probably, nothing major

Happy Birthday to our favourite!! In honour of his birthday, I wrote this (don't mind this being published when his birthday only has like an hour left)

Main Masterlist

You and Harry had only been romantically involved with each other for a month or two when his birthday rolled around. You’d sent him a birthday text in the morning, of course, but didn’t see him until later in the day. He spent the morning with the Sidemen recording some golf video, and them and his friends would all meet up at his around 5 p.m. You were kind of nervous when you showed up, because it was your boyfriend’s birthday. Especially because the relationship was still so new, you were a bit nervous about how it would go and what the deal would be. You knew his friends since you’d met through Josh years ago, being Freya’s lifelong best friend. You made your way into the friend group when you moved to London, and had celebrated his birthday with him plenty of times before, but this year was different. It was Josh who opened the door, not Harry, and you greeted him with a smile. 

“Ah, look who’s here!” You give him a quick hug and greet Callum, who was just walking out of his room, with a smile. “I’ll tell him you got here, yeah?” He says, before he walks back to the living room. Harry’s roommates were both aware that you guys are more than friends, though you hadn’t explicitly told them. You’ve just taken off your coat and shoes when Harry walks in. “Oh, hello,” you turn around to him and smile. “Hey birthday boy,” you smile, holding out your hands for a hug, which he accepts. You smell the sweet cologne he usually wears when recording on his hoodie, as he holds you tight. You lean back, still looking at his face with your hands around his neck. “Happy birthday, my love!” You smile, placing a kiss on his lips. You can feel a smile form on his face as he pulls you closer to him. “Thank you, baby. Glad you could make it,” you jokingly roll your eyes. “What, you think I’d miss your birthday? I haven’t in years,” He lets out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah, no, you haven’t. You look really nice, by the way,” he tells you, finally able to check you out. “Thank you. Now, do you want your present now or later?” You ask, and you interrupt him before he’s able to talk. “I know I didn’t have to get you anything, but I wanted to,” He smiles at your kindness, “Okay, thank you. I don’t know, I think a few people want to do it during dinner, but up to you,” You nod and think about it for a second. “I’ll give it later, then,” you say, dropping your tote bag on the floor. He nods, and walks back into the living room, with you following him. You greet everyone enthusiastically, not having seen most of them for a while. 

At around half six, Harry walked up to you, nudging your side. You turn your attention away from Simon, who you were in conversation with. “I’m going to get changed, and then we’re going, yeah?” You nod, excusing yourself as you put down your empty glass. You quickly pack two wrapped presents out of your bag, before you walk into his bedroom. He turns around, his shirt already off. You still weren’t tired of that view, and you shameless looked him up and down. He was already in his black trousers, and it was a shame he had to put on a shirt. “Sorry, could’ve knocked,” You softly say, and he shakes his head, “No it’s fine, was just confused who it was.” He sticks his arms through the sleeves, and god, this shouldn’t be as hot as it is. You sit on his bed, and he looks at you curiously as he buttons his shirt. “Sorry, just admiring my view,” you admit, and you can see a slight blush spreading on his neck and chest. He doesn’t say anything back. , nervously smiling as he focuses on his shirt. “Anyway, I have some presents with me as well,” He looks up again with a smile, taking a seat next to you. You first hand him a flat, squared present, making him look up curiously. “Did you talk to Cal about this?” He asks, glancing over to the record player that was still in its box in the corner of his room. You shrug, not wanting to give away anything. He carefully unwraps it and takes out the vinyl cover. “Oh wow,” he says, looking at the cover on the front, a photo you took of him and his friends last Halloween. He smiles, looking up at you, before he goes back to inspecting the cover and turning it around. He looks up at a soft smile of the picture of you looking at him, love evident in your eyes, and him looking down laughing. “Wow, that’s amazing. Is there an album in it?” He asks, looking at the pictures again. “So, Callum did mention to me how they were getting you a record player, yes. It’s, err, actually been custom pressed, it says the songs on the cover as well,” His eyes widen. “Oh wow, that’s incredible. Holiday pub golf version oh I love that,” looking on the A side, which had the picture with his friends. He turns it around, reading the B-Side, “Tiny Dancer, Elton John, oh that’s the one that played when we went on our first date, isn’t it?” You nod, and smile at the memory. “Yeah, I wasn’t sure if you’d remember that. Side A is like, Sidemen related songs, and like, Wild Ones and then the other one is like… Songs that remind me of you, and us,” she explains. “Ooh, Wild Ones, that’s a gem. Wow, thank you, this is really cool,” he embraces you, setting the Vinyl down on his bed for a second to embrace you. “Thank you, that’s wonderful,” he whispers, pulling back to give you a kiss. You smile, and kiss him back, the same butterflies exploding as the many times before. “Harry, we have to get to the restaurant,” You remind him when you take a second to catch your breath. “Yeah, yeah.”

The group arrives at the restaurant around seven, walking there from Harry’s place. You and Harry go in first to inform the staff of the reservation, whilst the group waits outside and chats. Because it was a slightly bigger group of about 15 people that were all relatively well known, he’d rented the small upper floor that was a small extension of the restaurant that would normally fit about twenty people. You go outside to get the rest of the group and enter the cosy room, that has a classy Italian aesthetic. They’d put the tables together, so everyone could fit around, and you take place next to Harry and Callux, Ethan sitting on the other side of Harry and Chip and Callum sitting across from you. You grab his hand under the table as everyone orders their drinks, shuffling a bit closer. When everyone has ordered, the boys decide it’s time for presents, before people get too drunk or too engaged in conversations. The boys make their rounds, at least the ones that didn’t give him anything already, before it gets back to you. Harry looks at you, not expecting you to have anything from him, as you get a small box shaped wrapped present out of your bag. “Y/N, you already got me something,” He lowly says, “No, it’s just something small, please just open it,” you ask, giggling at the thought of the present. Harry reluctantly takes it, tearing off the wrapping paper. He looks at the box, opening it to reveal six golf balls. “Wait, are these…” He looks at you with a laugh on his face, and you nod. “Oh my god, that’s amazing,” he lets out a genuine laugh, taking out one of the golf balls to look at it closely. Ethan looks over, also laughing at the images on the balls. A few of the guys look confuse, so you look at them to explain it, “They’re golf balls with pictures of me on them,” you tell them, and everyone laughs, wanting to see them. When Harry has the box in front of him, now empty as the balls are being passed around, he turns towards you. “Thank you, baby, I love that,” he says, leaning a bit closer. This was kind of dangerous, knowing his friends all surrounded you, but you didn’t really care. They’d know at some point anyway. “It’s just a silly thing, but I’m glad you like it,” you say, looking into his eyes you can see his smile in. He leans closer until your lips are touching, whispering another thank you before he gives you one last peck, moving back. He moves his arm onto the back of your chair, lightly grazing your shoulder, as you see Josh looking at you with raised eyebrows.  Tobi clears his throat, “Anything you want to tell us, guys?” Harry’s eyes widen at the realization of what he’s just done, and you give him a reassuring smile. “Oh. Well, we’re, like, together. Please no big deal though, we’re just, you know,” Harry rambles, and you smile, taking his hand under his table. He briefly looks at you, and relaxes when he realizes you’re okay. “Ayy they both finally did it, everyone give it up for Harry and Y/N!” Chip exclaims as everyone cheers, and you hide on Harry’s shoulder as you chuckle in embarrassment. You sit up again and see Callux give you a small smile, leaning closer to you. “I’m glad you have each other, he has been happier because of you. And you seem more yourself, too. I’m glad,” he shared, making you smile. “Thank you, genuinely. And also for not really asking, took us a while to figure out what we wanted,” she admits, and he nods, “Of course. Oh, is it time for the thing yet?” He changes the topic, and you look back at Harry laughing with Ethan, Simon, and Callum. “Oh, yeah, can you ask Theo? He has the present,” Callux nods as you turn back to Harry, nudging him. “There’s one more present,” You say, interrupting the conversation. The boys all look at you, understanding the signal to shut up, and Harry frowns, trying to work out whom he missed.

Theo speaks up, “Okay, so, this is from all of us, really,” he tells him, looking around the group. “I do think I speak for all of us when I say you mostly have Y/N to thank, though, because she did a wonderful job working it out, but it’s a bit of a group effort, from us, to you,” He explains, handing over a square, somewhat thick, package. Harry looks around the group curiously as everyone expectantly watches him unpack it. “Harry through our eyes, a reminder of our love for you,” he reads curiously, opening the book. He opens it to a written page surrounded by group pictures of him and his friends and family. ‘Harry,’ it reads, ‘You’ve done so much for all of us, we wanted to give you something back. You mean so much to every single one of us individually, and you deserve to know. This is who you are through our eyes, hopefully you see the same magic we do in you.’ He looks up around the group, before he flips to the next page filled with crazy pictures of him. He lets out a chuckle, turning the page to see a combination of written texts and pictures. “You can read it all later, but it’s basically all of us and some more people sharing what they think about you. Stories, pictures, memories. Your parents and siblings are in it as well. Just, for whenever you need it,” you explain, as he flicks through the book. “Wow. Thank you guys, wow, that is so, umm, my god. Thank you,” he says, truly meaning it. You smile, resting your hand on his thigh. You make relaxing motions, Harry clearly a bit overwhelmed with his emotions, as he briefly looks through. “Oh wow, these are old,” he chuckles, looking at a picture Chris had taken of him the first time they’d met. He looks around the group once more. “Thank you guys, thank you,” He expresses once more, and everyone reacts with a smile, “Of course,” or some other form of reaction. Harry kisses your cheek as a thank you as he turns to you once more. “Thank you, it’s wonderful.” You smile, looking into his eyes. “You deserve to know how loved you are.”

[immortalityforthegoddess]

Hellooo!!♡ May i req for nsfw goo x reader? where goo is jealous and get mad (fr) bcs reader keeps being around gun until the reader has to spit out her safe words👀 the ending is up to your choice!! Thank u in advance and have a nice dayyy💛💓💛💓

Jealousy?

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

18+

Thank you so much love!

Also I wasn't sure what you ment by having to use the safe word so I just guessed😅

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐀 - 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠? - 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤? - 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞? - 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

You and Goo went to a party, although you really didn't want to go, goo convinced you too. But half way through the night he had dispeared, leaving you alone, in a house full of strangers.

"Hey {Name}, where is Goo? You came with him, yea?", you turned your head around and sighed in relief, Gun. Finally a Fimiler face.

"Hey Gun, yea I came with Goo but-", "But he dispeared on you?", You sighed and rubbed the back of your head, " yea...yea he dispeared on me...", Gun wasn't good with emotions but he could tell it bothered that Goo had just wondered off.

"Wanna drink? My treat for Goo treating you so shitty.", you were surprised because Gun always to have seemed to dislike you, maybe you had red the guy wrong.

"Yea, that would be nice.",

And now here you were talking and laughing with Gun, well he was more so talking and you were laughing. But still it was nice, you were having such a fun time with Gun that you didn't seem to notice, Goo, who was just staring at you and Gun.

"By Gun! Be safe!", " Yup.", it had been a few hours and you spent the entire time with Gun, which was nice, but you hadn't seen a trance of Goo all night.

Which was weird because he was busy staring at you and glaring at Gun all night.

The party was dying down and everyone was going home, you went to go look for Goo, because you were tired and ready to go home as well. But didn't find him.

'Danm Goo, where the hell are you?', you kept thinking as you went through every bedroom in the house. You didn't find anything, I mean well you found a couple making out which was eww.

"Hey pretty thang, you lost?", you turn around a see some random dude, " No. Am not, thank you.", you tried walking away because you had a bad feeling about this dude but he grabbed your arm, "why such a rush?",

You tried yanking your hand away but his grip just got tighter, "Hey look man, am just trying to find my boyfriend-", "Boyfriend?"

The dude laughed and it sent a shiver down your spine, he than slammed you into a wall, "don't lie, who would date such a slut?" You gasped for air as he roughly pit his hand up your skirt and start rubbing you, through your panties.

"NO- S-STOP!-", you froze as blood splatterd on your face, you open your teary eyes to see the dude being beaten nearly to death by Goo, thank god.

The dude head had been slammed into the tile flooring, blood was everywhere. Goo got up and walked towards you, "are you oaky?", You looked at Goo, he seemed so...emotionaless as he asked.

You cried and ran into his arms, he held for a moment before picking you up.

-

-

You took deep breaths as you let the warm water hit your back, you kept sniffling and shacking, and the water wasn't even remotely cold.

You took a deep breath as you turned off the shower and grab a white towel, putting it around your waist, walking out of the rest room you were met with Goo.

Who was sitting on his chair, sharping his sword. This scared you, you had never seen him so emotionaless like this. Not in your 4 years together.

"G-Goo?", you called out, catching his attention immediately. He put his sword down and walked over to you, he stopped and look down at you for a moment, you could see anger in his eyes.

His eyes than seem to soften as he bent down and kissed you on your lips, you return it immediately. He bit your lip and you gasp and that sudden stinging pain.

Goo took his chance to slid his tough in, "Mmm~", was all you could muster as goo slid his hands up your lower body, landing on your waist. Gently tugging at the tower and it falling to the floor.

You gasp at the cold air that hit your body, his hands going up and down your now naked waist, goo stoped at your ass, and kept his hands there, he continued to explore your mouth he's been in many times beforehand. Just never getting enough.

You could feel your pussy get wet and clinch, god you loved this man so much. Finally the kiss broke, a silver of saliva from boths sides as goo kissed you again, grabbing your hair this time with his one hand as the went to your back, pushing your body into his.

He began to buck his hips back and forth, "G-GOO!~", you gasp, feeling his hard member, you could feel the wetness in your pussy. Goo stopped to catch his breath and yours. Gently walking you backwards. He turned you around, now your back facing him. He gently picked you up laying on the bed, on your stomach.

Goo didn't say a single word through out all of this, which is odd because he normally is very chatty during sex. You could feel him gently spread your legs, your checks flushed a red as goo bent over your nuded body to bite and kiss your earlobe.

Gently going down to your shoulder and leaving soft kisses every where he could, rubbing your sides, it felt so good and smoothing. That feeling didn't last long as suddenly his touch was gone.

One hand on the lower middle of your back, as the other was fiddling with his belt, goo threw his bt across the room, as he did so, taking off his shirt revealing his muscles and toned skin.

"Sweetheart is it okay what am about to do?", goo's voice spoke up, his hand on the zipper of his pants, you nodded. Goo didn't say anything else but unziping his pants.

You could feel him the tip of his member at your entrance. Goo very suddenly slammed into your pussy, making you flinch hard. "G-GOO!~", you moaned out loud as he began to thrust in and out of you.

Feeling his member slid in and out of your velvet walls, feeling his heavy balls slap against your cunt with every thrust. "A-AHHH~", was all you could get out.

"Damn whore, you like this uh?", goo said, as he abused your entrance. " Y-YE-YES!~ M-MRE~", was all you could muster as your face was head down in a pillow. "Fucking nasty slut dumb slut, spending the entire night with some other dude."

S-some random dude? Did he mean Gun? You felt a hot hand print slid across your ass. Goo grabbing your hair, as he thruster harder and faster. "Aaaaa~", you could feel his member inside your stomach, making a mess of your insides.

You felt a not form inside your tummy, before you could cum, goo took his dick out and flipped you on your back. Grabing your legs and putting them on his shoulders. "D-daddy~, I-i n-need to c-cum~", " shut it whore",

Goo slammed back inside your swollen entrance, making you scream in pleasure. One of goo's hands make it's way up your body and to your boobs, "mmM~". Goo began touching your nipples, squeezing your boobs.

The not in your stomach grows as he keeps slamming in and out of your walls, making your other juice's go everywhere. You could feel how close you were, "g-GOO, am c-cuming-", goo looked up to your teared stayed eyes and with one finally blow realeased his seed inside of you. You came right after goo. Moaning the entire time.

Gently taking his member out of your abused hole, the juices came flowing out of you once he did, he lay beside you. "...you ever neglect me again and I'll shove an entire ass baby inside you." Goo said, as he climbed on top of you and bending down to suck on your neck. "O-OH!-, o-ok goo~".

Goo began to leave hickeys as his hand travel down your waist to your pussy.

Goo gently started to rubbed between your legs, once he noticed the blood down there because of him. You moaned, bucking your hips into his hand, him sliding a finger inside your already bleeding hole. Him gently Sisering your insides.

Tired and warn out already knowing goo would take good care of you, you fell asleep with goo's fingers still inside you. Goo notices you fell asleep but keeps touching you. Playing with your tits and touching your bloodied pussy.

Awhileater and goo takes his fingers out of you and stopeds abusing your poor boobs. Getting up and walking into the restroom, leaving your sleeping, used body as he starts a warm bath.

Walking back into the room be looks down at you. Your pussy was swollen so badly it puffed out, as blood leaked out. Your hips were red and probably very sore from his tight grip. Your boobs bruised and nipples swollen. Your neck different shades of dark purple and red.

You were very used and goo loved the sight. He loved the sight so much he grabed his phone and took a pitcher of you in this state. Even going in between your legs to get a pitcher of your abused, bleeding pussy.

He can't lie, breeding you was so much fucking fun. He adored the noises you make. He loves the thoughts of you being heavily pregnant with his child. You weren't ever allowed to leave him. He'll break you and force a child inside, he doesn't care if you begged him to stop or pleaded.

your his and only his.

Putting his phone down and picking you up, walking inside the restroom, gently laying in the tub. He kissed your neck,

God he fucking loved you.

[cherrysurf]

In and out the ring | pro boxer!kageyama x f!reader

synopsis-pro fiancé kageyama and how different he acts in the ring vs at home with you.

i fear boxer kageyama has filled my brain today so thank my brain.

Kageyama was always very serious and very professional at work, he was quite yet intimidating which seemed to scare a lot of his opponents and colleagues. In matches he was always focusing on everything and keeping his composure to knock out his opponents swiftly and efficiently, he’s been training since highschool right around the time where you two met. He was very standoffish in class. You weren’t scared to approach him though. Well the first time you two ever interacted was by the vending machine during lunchtime you saw him struggling to get his milk unstuck, and as luck would have it you were in the mood for banana milk which was right above his stuck one. “you would mind i have an idea” you say to him standing off to the side, he looks down at you almost instantly and moves back hesitant but lets you do your thing, your idea worked out perfectly you reach down to get the two milks and handed him his, “here ya go have a nice day” you say to him with a small smile and a wave goodbye, the next day as you’re in your classroom studying while eating your lunch, as your writing down notes you see a dark shadow loom over you you look up to find kageyama with a worksheet in hand, and two milks in the other one regular and the other banana. “uhm thanks for yesterday, my friend tsukishima told me you sometimes tutor people who need help in reading and i was wondering if you could help me.” he says quietly but loud enough for you to hear, you smile at him “yeah of course, i'd be more than happy to help come sit we can start now if you want” you offer, he shakes his head and sits down in the seat across from yours. Ever since then the poor boy has been stuck to you like glue. Now about 6 years later you’re sitting down in the watch room, fearing for your fiancés life as he’s fighting, thankfully that subsides as he takes the win yet again. After various interviews and a ride home you both are getting ready for bed, as your brushing your teeth you feel a warm body cling to you. “You scared me half to death out there you know tobio” you say rolling your eyes “i’m sorry babe but you know that’s how it is out here in this business” he says as he nuzzles his face into your neck, “i know i know come on let’s go to bed ya big baby” you say cleaning up and walking out your shared bathroom with the blueberry eyed boy clung to your back following you like a baby, to be honest he wasn’t like this at all in the beginning but as you two have grown and time has passed kageyama sees you as an extension of himself, your the only one who sees this side and doesn’t pry, poke or question when he feels intimate or clingy with you, you savor this moments because it just shows how much trust he has for you and how far you to have come “thank goodness for your silly milk jam tobio kageyama.” you say as you lay there in your warm bed next to him as he’s sleeping so soundly and clung to you, that’s the tobio you know and get to see.

[ofthemorningstars]

The Bonds of Sisterhood

TerzOmega ~ Family Fluff ~ Resurrection AU 3.6 Words Ao3 Version

“ 'Are you ready to do it again?' he breathed against Terzo's mouth before kissing him tenderly. Terzo returned the kiss with hesitation, not understanding why his heart was in his throat.

'Mio caro, what are you–' Terzo started before being cut off.

'We’re having another kit.' "

Omega and Terzo are expecting their second child, but there seems to be a strange connection between her and their firstborn. Content Warning: mpreg(cis) ---

Terzo was tired. It had taken nearly an hour and a half of reading and soothing, but Starlight was finally asleep. He wondered what was up with her; she had been so riled up tonight, so hyperactive and excited.

Terzo loved his daughter more than life itself, but he'd been feeling so exhausted these last few weeks… He was in dire need of some rest. Satanas, he was grateful that he had such a good husband, always eager to help. Terzo spied said husband reading on the sofa and flopped down dramatically next to him, earning an amused kiss on the cheek.

“Rough night, huh?” Omega's tone was sympathetic. Terzo nuzzled his face into the crook of Omega's neck, inhaling deeply; mmh, his partner had been smelling really good lately. He wondered what Omega had been doing differently. Terzo reluctantly hummed in the affirmative, not wanting to complain about their only child. “I would've helped, tesoro, but you kept shooing me away,” Omega reminded him, cracking a smile at being able to have an “I told you so” moment. Terzo shoved him playfully, grumbling. 

“It was my turn! I can handle a two year old on my own, thank you very much,” Terzo snarked, furrowing his brow and sticking his tongue out in faux offense; Omega ignored him with a smirk. Terzo took a moment to examine his nails, disappointed in himself for having bitten them down to nubs yet again. He had been doing so well at keeping his nail biting under control since Starlight was born, but these last few weeks had been particularly stressful.  It was a shame, really.

When he looked back up, Omega had a shocked, far-off look in his eyes as he stared into the distance, his ears twitching. 

“Amore?” Terzo prodded his arm, concerned. 

His gaze darted back to Terzo, who watched as a slow, mischievous grin spread across his husband's face. To his confusion, he felt Omega's hand slide its way down his body, coming to rest on his trim stomach. Leaning in close, Omega made as if to steal a kiss, but instead let his lips linger on Terzo's.

“Are you ready to do it again?” he breathed against Terzo's mouth before kissing him tenderly. Terzo returned the kiss with hesitation, not understanding why his heart was in his throat.

“Mio caro, what are you–” Terzo started before being cut off. 

“We’re having another kit.”

—

Terzo huffed as both his husband and their daughter huddled around him on the sofa, ears pressed to his still-flat belly as though doing so could amplify quintessence. Perhaps it could, who was he to say? Feeling overcrowded but full of love and gratitude, he reached out to place a hand on each of their heads, ruffling their matching white hair affectionately. 

Terzo knew their kit could reach out to Omega with its quintessence already; it was how Omega had identified the fact that Terzo was finally carrying their child after so many months of trying. His ghoul had been the first to know both times now. Terzo hoped they'd get the chance to do it again, to make it a tradition.

What Terzo never considered, though, was Starlight being able to sense her sibling's budding quintessence as well. He didn’t know why he hadn’t given it any thought, since he knew she also had inherited her father’s quintessence. The two used it with each other all the time, even before she was born, just like this new baby.  

“Papa, what do you think her name is?” Starlight asked excitedly, sitting up to stretch. Terzo looked surprised. 

“Her?” Terzo asked quizzically. 

“My baby sister!” she said indignantly. Terzo and Omega traded a look. 

“La mia piccola stella, how do you know it's a girl? Papa and Daddy don’t even know that yet. We have to go to the doctor to find out,” Terzo said with confusion. Starlight made a face like Terzo was asking the most obvious question in the world.

“Because she is!” Starlight smacked her forehead dramatically in the way that only a toddler could, earning a chuckle from her Daddy. 

“I guess we'll see if you're right tomorrow, little Star. Maybe you know something we don't.” Omega kissed the top of her head before attacking her with a round of tickles, earning a delighted squeal from the little ghoul. 

The next day, Terzo was glad they had brought Starlight to the appointment. He wouldn't have given up seeing her smug smile when they found out she was right for anything. 

—

“I don't think my baby sister wants that, Papa,” Starlight cautioned from her booster seat as Terzo raised his fork to his mouth, the three of them having just sat down for dinner. 

He looked down at his plate: parmesan-crusted chicken, roasted broccoli, potatoes au gratin. Perfectly balanced and wonderfully flavorful, thanks to the efforts of his talented husband. Terzo made a face. He knew what she was playing at. 

“Oh yeah? And what does she want?” Terzo rested his head in his hands, giving his daughter a serious look despite his growing amusement. This wasn't the first time she'd played this game. 

“Chocolate cake!” Her mismatched eyes lit up as she clapped her hands. Terzo hid an adoring smile behind his hand.

“Mmhm, you mean like the chocolate cake Daddy made yesterday?” Starlight nodded enthusiastically. Terzo had a hard time taking the cherubic little face across the table from him seriously when she did this. Every other night, it seemed, they would inevitably be treated to tales of how the baby wanted this sweet or the other. Being the doting fathers they were, they had a hard time telling their firstborn no, and Terzo swore she knew this, even at her tender age.

They told their angel that they would only get chocolate cake if all of them finished their food, and Starlight pouted but cleaned her plate nonetheless. They ate dessert together, Omega jokingly thanking their unborn daughter for the idea. 

Late that night, Terzo had a hard time falling asleep. He was having cravings. BAD cravings. Cravings for that damned chocolate cake. 

He snuck out of bed and into the kitchen, careful not to wake anyone. He greedily devoured the remaining two slices of cake by himself, dreading the embarrassment of having to explain himself to Omega tomorrow. He knew Omega would be positively delighted, which somehow made it worse. 

He chalked the cravings up to the power of suggestion, but finally felt satisfied as he made his way back to bed, placing a hand on his growing bump as he felt a flutter.

—

Terzo was enjoying his bath, the heat of the water relaxing his aching muscles. He sighed. Baths had always been one of his favorite ways to treat himself, but since his oldest had been getting more rambunctious and required more attention, he often opted for taking quick showers instead. He knew Omega could handle her on his own, but secretly he didn’t want to miss out on any of her “terrible twos”, no matter how treacherous they proved to be. He treasured every moment that they got together. 

Terzo was drawn out of his thoughts by a frantic pounding on the door, making him jump.

“Papa! You need to get out of the water, my baby sister is too hot!” Starlight cried, sounding worryingly upset. Terzo’s hands flew to the soft swell of his stomach, mouth agape. He didn’t understand how Starlight even knew he was in the bath. She had already gone to bed for the night, she was supposed to be asleep!

He thought back to the parenting books he and Omega had read when they were expecting Starlight, realizing to his horror that she was right. The temperatures he preferred were much warmer than what he’d let himself use when he was pregnant previously, and were definitely unsafe for a developing kit. He flipped the drain and hurriedly climbed out of the tub, toweling off and donning his plush bathrobe.

When he opened the door, Starlight was still standing there teary-eyed, her bottom lip quivering. Omega was kneeling beside her with a hand on her shoulder. He and Omega locked eyes for a moment, reeling with shock. Terzo drew his daughter into a tight hug, holding her close and rubbing her back. “Thank you, la mia brillante principessa. What would I do without you?” He crouched down to cup her face in his hands, peppering her cheeks with kisses. She still looked worried. “Everyone is ok, my little Star baby. You saved the day!” Terzo promised her, situating her on his hip as he rose to his feet. Together they settled her down into her bed again, tucking her in and sitting with her until she fell asleep. In their own bed, Terzo and Omega faced each other, a weary look on Omega’s face as his hand rested protectively on Terzo’s belly. “I feel so bad about what happened,” Terzo murmured, his face heating up with shame. “Don’t, mio amato. It was an innocent mistake.” Omega cooed, brushing Terzo’s hair out of his eyes. Terzo changed the subject, trying to take his mind off of his feelings of guilt. “Do you… think that Star really can connect with our kit? Sometimes better than you can, even?” Terzo asked sincerely. Omega thought for a moment before nodding. “It’s becoming more frequent, and more accurate. I can’t help but agree that something’s going on.” He pressed his forehead to Terzo’s, letting his eyes fall closed and sighing. Terzo could tell that Omega was breathing in his scent, enjoying his pheromones as he often did. “That’s not a bad thing. Shouldn’t we want our children to be close?” Terzo nodded, nuzzling against Omega’s cheek. “Sì. You’re right. It just freaked me out, in the moment.” Terzo cracked a smile. “She is so smart. Sometimes I cannot believe that we got so lucky.” Omega kissed him softly, his fangs nipping at Terzo’s bottom lip. 

“Every day that we have together is lucky. I’ll never stop being grateful,” Omega said against Terzo’s skin when the kiss broke, his fingers tracing lightly along the scar that spanned Terzo’s neck. “Never.” Terzo hummed in agreement as he finally relaxed from the stress of the last hour. They fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

—

“No, that's not quite it either.” The little family had been agonizing as a group over what to name their newest addition for months now, but nothing had seemed to fit. Nothing was good enough.

They were all gathered at the kitchen table, once again going over their ever-growing list. Starlight’s face was a mask of seriousness well beyond her years as she sat perched in her booster seat to Terzo's left. Terzo wanted to smother her chubby cheeks with kisses, but he restrained himself, focusing on the task at hand. 

Omega was seated to Terzo's right, leaning his head on Terzo's shoulder in defeat. They were all ready to call it a night. Terzo felt a sharp kick to the ribs, as if to emphasize the point.

“Alright, my darlings,” Terzo said with a sigh, wrapping an arm around each of them. He tried to keep an enthusiastic tone, if only for Starlight’s sake. “One last run-through of the remaining names here. If we do not like any of them, we shall start over again tomorrow. Okay?” Both of the ghouls nodded, Starlight rubbing at tired eyes. 

“In keeping with the eh… cosmic theme we have going, I present: Celeste, Lyra, Nova, Cassiopeia, Luna, Aurora…” Terzo droned until he was interrupted by a big yawn from Starlight. He kissed the top of her head and kept going, wanting to speed through the list so that they could send her off to bed. It was getting late. 

“Diana, Halley, Estella, Phoebe, Andromeda, Selena, Astra, Jupit–”

“Wait!” Starlight immediately perked up, startling both of her parents. “What was the last one, Papa?!”

“What, Jupiter?” Terzo asked, confused. Sure, it was a pretty name, but it hadn't particularly stood out from the bunch. 

“No! The one before that!” She smacked her hands down on the table, an uncharacteristically aggressive gesture from the normally sweet girl. 

“Astra…?” Terzo asked cautiously, not wanting to rile her up further.

“Yeah!” the toddler exclaimed, patting her Papa on the back. His heart melted at the gesture, putty in her hands as always. “But it's not right. She needs something prettier!” Starlight chewed on her hand absently, appearing to be thinking it over.

“Hmm. You're right, little Star… How do we make that prettier?” Omega smiled at her, although his head was now fully on the table. 

“Astra… Astri… Astro…?” Terzo could see the cogs turning in her brain. “Oh, I know! Astrid!” She paused, closing her eyes and concentrating hard. “Yeah! She likes that one!” She gave them a toothy grin, looking pleased with herself.  

Her fathers looked at each other, taking a long moment to mull it over. Omega was the first to crack, a bright smile slowly dawning over his face like a morning sunrise. Terzo wasn't long to follow, breaking out into barely suppressed peals of laughter. 

“Hey! It's not funny, Papa, don't laugh at m–” was all she managed to get out before Terzo scooped her up in his arms, sitting her on the table in front of them and attacking her with kisses, finishing off his assault with a tickle to her ribs for good measure. Omega caught her before she could fall back onto the table as she screeched. 

“La mia magnifica bambina, it is perfetto!” He kissed her again, squarely between the eyes. Omega sat her in his lap, spoiling her with kisses of his own, not one to be left out. 

“Astrid is perfect, Starlight! You’re such a good big sister,” Omega crowed, echoing his husband as he squeezed her tightly before she tried to wriggle out of his grasp. 

Neither of Starlight's fathers could have, in that moment, articulated exactly what it was that made that name so much better than the others. All they knew was that it felt right. It instantly clicked, they didn't even need to think about it. Her name simply was Astrid.

Everyone went to bed happy that night, Terzo drifting off with his mate's arms wrapped tightly around him, precious baby Astrid beneath their fingertips.

—

Terzo and Starlight were snuggled up together in the recliner, her favorite place to sit with her Papa, rocking gently. The 1998 production of Cats played at low volume, one of his daughter's favorite movies. She sucked her thumb in an effort to keep calm and quiet instead of humming along. Ordinarily she loved to duet with her Papa, but not today, he had told her. She couldn’t remember all of the words, but her fathers applauded her every time. 

They were trying to give Omega some much-needed rest after being called away during the day for most of the last week. Copia had asked him to help train a new ghoul on rhythm guitar, and Terzo had urged him into saying yes, knowing he needed more social interaction. Omega had gotten back early today and had been sleeping soundly in their room for the past hour.

“Papa?” Starlight was trying to keep her voice down, but couldn't hide her curiosity.

“Yes, my dear?” Terzo answered sweetly, always wanting to encourage her to ask questions. 

“How many sisters and brothers am I gonna have after Astrid gets here?” Starlight patted Terzo’s rounded middle for emphasis. Terzo felt his face heat up at being put on the spot about something so serious and personal to all of them.

“Well, ah… That is a complicated question, little Star,” Terzo replied, keeping his tone light. “Papa and Daddy would love to have as many children as fate sees fit to give us. But it is not always that simple.” He paused for a moment. “I… think what is most important is that you know we will be happy no matter how big our family is. If we only ever have you and Astrid, we will be just as happy as if we had ten children running around.

“Hmm…” she didn't seem happy with this answer. “Two sounds boring, though!” Terzo frowned in dismay. 

“Well, why don't you see what your sister thinks we should do? No one has even asked for her opinion yet,” Terzo teased. Starlight didn't seem to catch the mirth in his voice, pressing her ear to her Papa’s belly even though Terzo knew she didn't need to in order to “hear” her sister. She closed her eyes for such a long moment that he wondered if she had fallen asleep, when suddenly she popped back up again. 

“Astrid says that she doesn't care as long as I'm here,” she finally answered with a smile. Terzo wanted in that moment to hold Starlight tightly and never let go, but he maintained his composure. 

“See? Then we will take it one step at a time, no?” 

The little girl seemed content with this answer, relaxing again into Terzo’s side. Her tail swished happily when her Papa scratched between her horns. 

—

It was nearing Astrid’s third hour of shrieking, and Terzo was beginning to feel like crying himself. Their second child was fussier than Starlight had been at her age, but usually not this fussy. 

He and Omega had been trading her back and forth, trying in vain to soothe her. One played with Starlight while the other rocked Astrid, walking her around their quarters and trying everything they could to calm her down. Their poor darling had been screaming until her face was flushed a much darker purple than her usual dusky skin tone, and both of her fathers were growing concerned. 

Starlight stormed out of the room that she shared with her sister, Omega trailing after her. Her hands were over her ears, and she looked irate. Terzo looked at the clock; it was well past Starlight’s nap time. No wonder she was cranky. 

“Papa!” Starlight drew his name out. “Astrid is upset because her new clothes are too itchy, you need to change her!” she pleaded, sounding like she was repeating herself for the hundredth time. Terzo quirked an eyebrow, but after the day they’d all had and after everything he’d seen between the two sisters, he was inclined to believe her. He quickly swapped the offending outfit for something softer, and just like that, she calmed within minutes. They settled her down in the bassinet in her parents’ room, Terzo still too nervous to let her sleep by herself in the crib until she was a little older. As they tucked a very sleepy Star in for her long overdue nap, Terzo couldn’t help but ask the question on the tip of his tongue. 

“Star… How did you know what was wrong with Astrid?” Starlight made a face, as she often did when questioned about this. “I told you, Papa, she told me!” Starlight huffed, beginning to tear up. “Ok, ok. I believe you, la mia gioia. But… if she told you, why didn’t you say something earlier?” Terzo asked gently. Starlight’s eyes grew wide, and Terzo hoped she didn’t think she was in trouble. He ran his fingers through her silky hair to try and reassure her. “I thought Daddy could hear her too,” she mumbled, eyes shifting between Omega and Terzo. She looked confused as Omega hesitantly shook his head. “I guess I’m not as good as you, little Star.” Omega flashed her the brightest smile he could muster before leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Get some rest now, we’ll be here when you wake up.” The couple walked into the sitting room hand in hand, collapsing onto the sofa together. Terzo curled up next to Omega, leaning heavily on his beloved ghoul. He rubbed at his temples in an attempt to ward off the headache that was threatening to strike. Omega wrapped an arm around Terzo’s shoulders to pull him close. They sat in silence for a long moment. “I can’t believe I didn’t pick up on that…” Omega said sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. Terzo leaned up to kiss his neck. “It’s not your fault, mio caro.” Terzo trailed a line of kisses up to Omega’s jaw. “I do not think we can explain the connection they have. But clearly, it is quite strong.” Omega’s face flushed. “Yeah, but I’m her father. You’d think I’d be better at this.” Omega’s tail was flicking back and forth in agitation; he was mad at himself. Terzo’s heart broke for him. He pulled Omega’s face down to his, taking a kiss. Omega was stiff at first, his jaw clenched, but after a moment he relaxed and kissed back. When they broke apart for air, Terzo began playing with Omega’s horns, fingertips delicately stroking along their length. Omega closed his eyes and leaned into his touch, almost purring. “You are an amazing father. Please don’t forget that.” Terzo gave his husband a soft smile. “Star and Astrid just have a special bond. What was it you asked me before, shouldn’t we want them to be close? It means that we are doing something right. It doesn’t mean they are closer to each other than they are to you, or to me. I promise you, they both love their Daddy, and their Papa.” Omega couldn’t help but grin. Despite the stress of the day, Terzo’s heart felt full to bursting with pride for their girls. For his husband. For their family. 

The pair spooned together on the sofa, Omega letting Terzo take a nap while he kept an ear out for their daughters. He pressed his lips to Terzo’s hair as he drank in his mate’s comforting scent. Terzo dreamt only of the most important people in his world, resting safe and warm in Omega’s arms.

[motherfuckingbrad]

oh it’s a beautiful night,

we’re looking for something dumb to do

hey baby,

i think i wanna marry you.

is it the look in your eyes,

or is it this dancing juice

who cares baby,

i think i wanna marry you.

(just say i dooooo)

-bruno mars, marry you

[hwsforeignrelations]

RANT

[t0asty1]

today feels like an excellent day to embarrass myself and make bad desicions that i will definitely regret, so i will text my crush that i haven’t talked to for months, and has also told me that he is not romantically interested in me, and tell him all the ways he is lovely and gorgeous

[rasairui]

"Uhhh violence never the answer it's childish to start fights" it's also childish to refuse any and all criticism and expect everyone around you to bend over backwards to accommodate your every fucking whim and never do the same in return. If YOU make YOURSELF impossible to have a mature conversation with, people are going to stop trying.

[skitskatdacat63]

The double-edged sword of enjoying Chicago and knowing basically all the songs by heart, but also can't stop crying every time I watch/listen to any of them bcs I can't stop thinking about how covid robbed me of getting the experience of ever performing it :(

[foxgirlmoth]

You ever just get hit hard as hell that you've felt trapped in your place of residence for years and years and you're just so tired from working the most shit jobs for a decade you just wanna scream.

[bibleofficial]

my brother is being so weird like leave me out of it !!!! i mean he’s having an emotional breakdown or smthg idk but why’s he bringing it to ME !!!! take it to SOMEONE ELSE mr. MONEYBAGS !!!! what do u want from ME !!!! take ur own advice & ‘get over it’ !!!