#it’s gotten hard to fight it at this point I think I’m just embracing it this is my brand now

[talesfromthebandgeekmafia]

Every day I slip further & further to the Dark Side (my dress sense aligns more & more with Mz. Frizzle)

[outsideratheart]

I’ll be in the stands (Stina Blackstenius x reader)

A/N: This is set in the same universe as Very Important Person. Based off this request. I’m not sure how I feel about this one but I hope you all like it.

Wimbledon. It was the most iconic two weeks of the year. After Australia you had been playing the best tennis of your career so it made sense that you were one of the favourites going into the tournament. 

“Stina, I’m leaving” you shout up to your girlfriend. 

After supporting you in Paris, Stina invited you to join her on a friends trip then she travelled to London to support you before going to New Zealand for the World Cup. She had attended Roland Garros with your parents who unfortunately couldn’t make it to London which left two spare tickets. You gave them to your girlfriend who chose to bring Frido and Magda. 

“Good luck. I’ll see you on centre court” she shouted back down, no doubt still picking out what to wear. 

The Swedish Women had really enjoyed embracing the fashion at Wimbledon and spent most mornings working out who is going to wear what. Today would be their last game before leaving for camp in New Zealand. You had your fourth round game to play and then if you win you would be playing your quarter game whilst they were in the air. 

Dressed in white you walked onto the legendary centre court ready to fight for a spot in the next round. You had done your research on your opponent and knew how she would play and more importantly how to beat her. It’s why it comes as no surprise that you win the first set 6-2 and the second set 6-3.

As you thank the crowd your look lingers on the row that hold the three blondes with one of them capturing your attention more than the other two. You bring the S pendant on your necklace to your lips. After she gave you it for Valentine’s Day you never took it off and would kiss it after every match you played.

“Do you think she will win?” Frido asks.

“I do”

Stina had more faith in you that you did in yourself and whilst you loved her for it, it also added to the pressure because you didn’t want to let her down. The mental strength needed to be a tennis player was hard to explain to people outside the sport. Stina had watched you lose matches, not because your opponent out played you, because you lost your head a gave point after point away. 

The next morning the atmosphere in the house was full of sorrow. The girls were leaving and you wouldn’t see Stina for almost a month. It wasn’t the first time you’d be spending weeks apart but you had gotten used to her company over the past couple of weeks and hated the thought of being away from her.

“Don’t go” you whisper.

You and Stina stood on the doorstep, your arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

“Hjärtat I have to go”

Truth is you weren’t asking her to stay but you do wish her flight could be delayed a day or two.

“I love you, I have faith in you and I love you”

“You already said that” 

“Because I meant it. Good luck for your match, I’ll be watching on the plane”

You found little solace in knowing that Stina would still be supporting you from thousands of miles in the air. As her car drove away you felt emptier than you did just ten minutes ago but you knew that it was time for her to go, she too had a tournament to win.

Stina was a nervous wreck watching your match on the plane. You had won the first set on tie-break and she could tell that you wasn’t happy with your performance. The way you looked over to your box with a lost look on your face told everyone that you didn’t understand why the set went on this long. The second set was long but also ended in tie-break but this time you had lost. You sat in your area with a towel over your head as you tried desperately to gather your emotions. The fans at Wimbledon were known for cheering on the underdog and with you currently being number 2 and your opponent unseeded the entire arena was cheering her on instead of you.

You lost the final set 6-4. 

“She’s going to be ok right?” Frido wound down the window dividing her and Stina’s booth.

“I don’t know” Stina was already sending you a reassuring text “I hope so”

You felt like you let everyone down. Stina’s message brought a momentary smile to your face but then you remember the reason why she sent it and the smile was replaced with a frown.

The Swedish national team had landed in New Zealand 26 hours after your match ended and Stina’s phone remained glued in her hand but she still hadn’t heard anything from you. She tried calling for the 5th time but like every time before that she was met with your voicemail.

“Is she still not picking up?” Magda asked. 

“She does this sometimes. After a big loss she goes dark but she always texts me before doing so to let me know she’s alright”

At first she wasn’t worried but then her phone went off. She rushed to answer it not bothering to look at the caller ID. She assumed it would be you so imagine her surprise when you manager’s voice comes through the phone. She told Stina that you asked her to cancel all media for the next week and since then she couldn’t get a hold of you and she didn’t know where you were.

The team were given the next two days off in hopes that they could get over their jet lag before training starts. Most of the girls had organised to meet up and explore the city but Stina declined their invite.

She was watching Notting Hill on her iPad remembering how you took her there your first day in London before the tournament started. Her favourite scene had just started when heard a knock at the door.

There you stood with some flowers and half a smile on your face. She was just about to talk when you heard the movie playing in the background.

“The fame thing isn’t really real, you know?” And don’t forget i’m also just a girl standing in front of a girl asking her to love me”

You knew the entire movie word for word. It was your comfort film and since meeting you, it had become Stina’s too. Once your finished she flung her arms around you.

“Careful Älskling, someone might think you’ve missed me” 

She was happy to see you joking around but you had her worried sick since the end of the match and now here you are in New Zealand acting as if nothing had happened.

“Where have you been? We have all been really worried about you”

“I’m sorry I didn’t text. I knew I had let you down and I wasn’t ready to face you yet” 

Your joking expression vanished and the look of guilt took its place. 

Stina walked back into her room and laid on the bed.

“Come here” she held her arms open wide.

You laid between her legs with your head resting on her chest. She began tracing patterns on your back and for the first time in days your thoughts became quiet and your mind was calm.

“You could never let me down Y/N. I have learnt that Tennis can be a cruel sport and this week it chose you as one of its victims”

“Hmmm”

“Shall I put this back to the beginning?” She asks referring to the film even though she knew you wouldn’t see much of it. You were bound to be both physically and mentally exhausted. 

The blonde felt your heart beat even out just as Hugh Grant spills coffee over Julia Roberts. When she looks down your eyes are closed. She couldn’t believe you were here with her in New Zealand. She wasn’t sure how long you would be staying for so she chose to savour the moment playing out in front of her. 

A couple of hours pass and whilst Stina’s whole body was starting to go numb, you looked too peaceful to wake so she put on another film secretly hoping that you would wake up soon because she was starting to get hungry. Just as she was strolling through nearby restaurants the door swings open.

“Stina, Y/N’s here” Frido tells her but stops talking when she sees you fast asleep in her team mates arms or so that what she thought.

“We were at this coffee shop down the road and two girls were talking about how they had just met her” Zecira says not noticing you as she goes into the bathroom.

“Shhhh. She’s asleep” Stina scolds her team mates.

“No she’s not” you slowly sat up but not before placing a gentle kiss to your girlfriends lips.

You saw 4 Swedish woman looking at you and the awkward tension could be cut with a knife. All of them had watched the game and then saw the way Stina had been worried about you.

“Sorry you lost” Fillipa says earning a slap from Magda.

“Thanks but at least now I get to watch you girls play for the next month”

“You’re staying for the whole thing? You’re not going to play?” She was both happy that you were staying but also worried about you taking such a long break away from Tennis.

“I am. As for tennis, I think I need to take some time off but I can practice here when I’m ready because the courts are similar to New York”

Stina couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The two of you just looked at each other, waiting for the other to speak. 

“So you Y/N Y/L/N are going to be a WAG?” 

“Yes, Stina Blackstenius I am going to be a WAG. I will wear my highlighter shirt to every game and cheer you on”

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Hype Train!

F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 4~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: WHOLE PART IS NSFW, !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, pet names not from ML (doll, ), SA!! NOT BY ML, assaults, NON CON NOT BY ML, Murder, gore, possibly angsty?, fingering, p in v, pet names (pretty, good girl, pretty girl, ) creampie, praise, lots of consent checks! long azz smut, probably my favorite work so far…👉👈

“Thank you all for coming again!!! I had so much fun tonight! we’re gonna stream again tomorrow and if not then the next day I promise!!! See y’all later and shower this next person with love!!!” You type out a raid message for everyone to copy, and click raid now.

You sigh as you take off your headset.

At least you feel tired enough to sleep now.

*loud knocking*

“C’mon!!! Seriously??” You know who it is before you even answer.

“Hello, Jared.” your voice is deadpanned and your expression unimpressed.

Although… You haven’t had a good fuck in a while…

Not that Jared is a “good” fuck. He’s at least got the equipment for the job.

“Doll, you know, I’ve been thinking about you again, just let me in to explain,” He says seriously and tries to push past you to inside your apartment.

You immediately block his path. “Excuse you. I don’t care what you’re thinking about. And I was gonna let you in, but now that you just tried to barge your way in, I’ve changed my mind. Get out of here.” You slam the door hard toward the frame.

His hand comes up, “Listen to me, bitch. I said I was thinking about you. Listen to my explanation.” He demands, his foot in the way of the blue painted wood.

Your heart races… No. Not this again.

You didn’t even notice at first the smell of it on his breath.

He’s been drinking.

You aren’t surprised or disappointed.

You are however, afraid.

“N-no… I-I don’t have to listen to you. Not now, not ever.” you remain firm. “Leave, o-or I’ll… Call the cops.”

“Hah. Like that’ll save you, doll.” He pushes the door open and throws you against a wall.

Your skull hits it with a loud *THUD*

shit, shit, shit, SHIT!

what do you do?!

Your cat runs and hides under the bed in the other room.

Thank goodness, at least Opal won’t get hurt by this maniac.

You struggle and put up as much of a fight as possible, but he over powers your every attemp.

You eventually just stop.

You turn your face, he pulls you back.

You squeeze your lips shut, he slams your head back so you gasp and let his tongue violate you.

He strips you, and throws your body, stomach down, onto the couch.

You try and crawl away, and he just pulls you back.

“No! PLEASE!!!!!” You cry out, your voice not even sounding like your own anymore.

Flashbacks to your time in the pit resurface again, forcing their way into your head while he forces his way into your body.

You cry and plead, he just punches and bites you where ever he can.

All you can do is cry now.

“Bite the pillow, bitch!” he yells into your ear.

You wake maybe thirty minutes later with his weight on top of you.

You manage to roll out while he’s in his drunken coma.

You hope while you’re at work he just… leaves…

He usually does.

The shower you take doesn’t help you feel any cleaner.

Tears don’t even threaten your numb body anymore. You’re embraced once more by the hollow feeling you’ve gotten accustomed to.

Do you even remember feeling safe only a day ago?

It feels like it was simply a dream at this point.

Jasper opens the unlocked door you left and sees the naked man on your couch.

His pupils once again blown with a familiar rage.

He drops his bag loudly onto the ground.

The man sits up, covering his exposed lower half “Who the fuck are you? You, freak! Get out!” He yells.

Jasper reaches into his pocket, pulling out a syringe.

“W-what the fuck man, what is that?!”

Jasper steps forward, and Jared jumps up to meet him.

“Get away! Freak! I’m warning you!” Jared lunges, knocking the syringe from his hands

Jasper then kicks his legs out from under him.

He falls to his knees, seeing the syringe near the coffee table, he reaches for it.

Jasper stomps down onto his veiny hand, breaking bones.

He screams, “WHAT THE FUCK?! Who the HELL do you think you-”

His sentence is cut off as Jasper crunches his hand, grinding it under his boot. “AHHHHH!!! OOWWW F-FUCK!!”

He grasps his scalp with fist fulls of sandy blonde hair next, and hovers it up over the corner of the coffee table.

Jared tries to pry the black boot off of his hand, as his eyes widen in fear looking at the metal edges.

“What the FUCK man!!!! This isn’t a joke! STOP!!”

Jasper smiles grimly, leaning down closer to him, “Oh, you want ME to stop? What about Y/N? Didn’t she ask you that?” he hums sinisterly.

“Th-That’s different! chicks always say-” he’s cut off again.

“Say what? Say No?” He barks out a cruel and unforgiving laugh.

He’s tired of this animals voice.

“Bite the metal, bitch.” He slams his face repeatedly into the corner of the table.

He gurgles and coughs, as his face swiftly becomes a bloodied, unrecognizable pulp.

You sigh. Climbing the stairs grudgingly.

You threw up at work again and they forced you to go home.

You’re so emotionally stressed, your body has started to try and rid you of it physically again.

You hear something strange, but you can’t yet tell what it is. You’re too worried how your gonna pay for next months “protection” and make the rent on time…

Your door isn’t locked still. No point, you thought.

Jared leaves it unlocked after he leaves anyway.

At least he doesn’t have a key.

The noises are coming from inside your appartment though… Is he… Hurting Opal??? You burst through the door, “Jare-” Your eyes widen, as you study the unknown man hovering over a bloodied Jared…

You go to scream, and Jasper rushes at you covering your mouth with his hand.

“Wait! Y/N!”

You’re trembling, but you recognize him by his voice now.

He removes his hand, and you speak quietly, “Jasper?”

You slowly close the door behind you…

“W-what is…” You don’t need to finish that, you know what’s happening.

“Wait! Y/N, I’m not… uhg… I didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” he doesn’t move anymore toward you, he just looks over the body.

He’s not attacking you.

Your brow furrows, maybe you don’t know…?

“What are… You doing? why? I’m so…” confused, but you can’t speak anymore, before tears start falling again.

Jasper wraps his arms around your shaking form, in a loving embrace, not like one of someone that wants more.

You squeeze back… You don’t know why, or how, but you know he doesn’t mean you harm.

“Jasper, whatever you’re doing, please stop… You’re.. Going to get into so much trouble for… This, a-and I’m not worth the trouble…” You shakily push through the tears.

He holds you tighter. “You are, Y/N, you are.”

“You don’t understand, I’m in a lot of deep shit right now… People are… after me. People are using me. People are-”

He kisses you.

Nobody’s ever tried to protect you before.

How did he even get here?

Maybe one of the questions you should be worried about…

How did he know where you are? Is another.

But your too overcome with emotion to think any rational thoughts right now.

Your arms travel upward, twisting around Jasper’s neck.

He picks you up by your sides, your legs hook around his waist.

He carries you to your bedroom, and lays you gently on the bed.

You’re still crying, and you continue to embrace him.

His hands wander down to your crotch, he pulls away to look into your eyes, “May I?”

Through blurry eyes you nod, and push forward to kiss him again, harder than he did.

His lips push back into yours, he sighs through his nose.

His fingers hook under your panties and pull them down your legs.

You help kick them off.

He finds your slit and slowly strokes up and down, covering his fingers in your slick.

You moan into him, nothing has ever felt this good, and he hasn’t even started.

You might come already…

Your legs snap shut, locking his hand in place.

He pulls his face back again, studying yours, “It’s okay, just relax, and let it out, pretty…” he coos, his face burying into your neck now.

You shiver, feeling his tongue and his hot breath against your skin.

He smells so nice.

like fresh air.

You slowly try and relax your legs, opening just enough for him to move again.

He tweaks your sensitive bud.

“Mmmm!” You bite your lips hard, your brows so tight together your face almost hurts. You’re holding your breath too and you don’t even notice until your lungs burn.

“shhh. Shhhh, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he shushes you sweetly. “You’ll be okay. let it all out, f’me”

“J-Jas-perrr…” Your body quakes with your first orgasm.

Nobody’s ever made you come before. It’s almost painful it feels so good.

Your legs snap shut again, and he chuckles quietly. “There, there, Y/N, you did so good, you’re such a good girl,” you feel his smile against your neck. “Can i have my hand back though? I need to do this for you, I wont be able to fit, and I don’t want to hurt you,”

You relax as much as you can, straining yourself as you do. He waits patiently, smiling as you try. you manage to open wider for him than last time, your body still shaking.

From the orgasm yes, and also from fear.

Not from fear of him…

You’re just…

Afraid.

You feel so safe right now, you actually feel fear. You’re terrified. and you don’t know exactly what of.

Maybe you’re afraid of letting your guard down for the first time.

Tears are streaming down your face more rapidly now.

You choke out sobs, “Jas-per… Jas…p-per…”

“Shhhh shhhh, it’s okay, i promise, it’ll be okay, pretty, pretty girl.” His thumb oh so gently circles your clit, barely touching you, he can tell how sensitive you are and doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

He kisses your neck, and dips a finger into your quivering hole. You fight the urge to once again, snap your legs shut, instead trying to spread wider.

“That’s it, you’re doin’ so good f’me,” he kisses you again, even more gently than the last time. “I’m so proud of you,”

You’re biting your lips harder, as more and more tears and sobs leave your body.

He very slowly dips another finger in.

Even after last night the stretch is hard to take at first.

You draw blood from your lips, and his other hand leaves your body to find your mouth, “here, bite me ‘nstead, pretty. I don’t wanna see you hurting’.”

You clench your teeth before you give in, you don’t want to hurt him either, so you instead use your hand to angle his fingers to your lips… You start to suck gently.

“haaaaa” he sighs so contently into your neck, the air tickles and you smile around him. You actually smile!

“I’m so, so proud of you, you’re doing so well,” his voice never raising more than a soft whisper.

Your hair is soaked with your tears now, and your wetting the pillow.

“hmmm” you hum, sucking and licking his fingers.

His other ones remain occupied gently scissoring your open.

Your body shakes as you come again.

“mm-mmmm!”

“That’s it, that’s a good girl, come f’me again, pretty,”

You open wider still, his thumb pulls away so you can come down without over stimulating you, while his fingers continue to work you’re tender quim.

Your brows peak and you squeeze your eyes shut.

He pulls completely away from you, and licks the fingers that where just inside you.

“Here” he says softly, “lemme help you, one second, pretty,” he rips the bottom of his shirt, pulling around his torso.

The sound scares you a little, but you trust him.

“May I?” he hovers it in front of your face looking deep into your eyes for your permission again.

And again, you nod, a little more eagerly this time.

He gently ties the black fabric around your eyes, careful not to pull your hair, or get it stuck in the knot.

You strangely feel more comfortable and your legs relax more easily now.

Your eyes also relax, and you sigh out, You breathe better surprisingly.

“I’m going t’ touch you again, okay?” He waits for you to nod before running just the tips of his fingers all the way up your legs.

They slowly caress you going up to the hem of your shirt, and you feel them tug gently. “m‘kay, pretty, I’m gonna take this off of you too, will you let me see you?”

You ferociously nod this time, trying not to but your lip, remembering before.

“so precious, thank you, pretty…” He slides the fabric slowly up, his fingertips still brushing against your soft skin.

He takes it off of you without touching the blindfold.

You still have a bra, and a skirt on. “W-wait!” you speak up, and he halts completely, a little surprised, but not at all upset.

You sit up so that you can reach behind you and unhook the bra. You cover yourself as you remove it, and your face heats up as it sets in that you’re willingly exposing yourself to someone.

“You’re wonderful,” he whispers awestruck, “So very wonderful. Will you let me look at you?”

Slowly you nod your head, and slowly you remove one hand, then the second. Your fists are clutched so tightly your knuckles have turned white. You turn your head, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, c’mere,” he gently takes your chin into his hand and turns your face back to him, his lips capture yours.

The love he feels pours freely into your soul.

One hand now cups your bare breast, and massages you tenderly.

“mm,” quiet moans leave your body for his.

He continues to kiss you and fondle your skin, his fingers move further up and stop to pinch your nipple.

“Mmm!” you’re surprised by the feeling but it’s so good… Your core heats up to extreme levels.

You rub your legs together this time for more friction, rather than to hide.

He pulls back with a smile. “You’re so perfect.” he says breathily, enraptured by you.

The hand under your chin moves back down ghosting over your body so you know at all times where it’s at.

“Haaaa” Your body twitches as he moves over some spots. “mM!”

“shhhhh, shhhhh, it’s gonna be alright. I’m gonna make everything all alright.” his already soft voice gets even softer with every one of his guarantees.

“O-mmm!-kay” you breathe out effortlessly, finding your voice, and still feeling the pleasure building in your core.

His fingers split into a “v” as they encase your clit and push down, then close slowly as they slide back up with the same force.

Your hips buck up, “Ahh!! mmmm! oh no! no…” you whine.

His smile softens, “do you want me to stop?”

“No! P-please… D-don’t…” you shake your head and grab his arm with both hands.

He dips back inside of you before dragging them all the way back up and he repeats this until you climax again.

You shudder out a sigh, “Th-thank youu…” You whimper.

“Thank you, pretty, you’re givin’ me s’much”

He repositions you both so that your legs fall on either side of him.

You feel him lift your thighs and press them not too uncomfortably closer to your body.

“I’m going to enter you now, is that okay?”

You nod vigorously, “Mmhm! p-please…” You cover your lips with your hands, he lets you, smiling as he admires your every move.

You feel his hot, spongey tip press against your hole. You brace. then he slides it up your slit, before he taps it to your clit. You jump a little and smile back while biting your lip gently this time.

“Good, you’re doin’ s’good f’me” his hips roll, sliding his burning cock up and down your folds.

Your hole twitches around nothing as you come again, as you do he guides the tip into you with an almost *pop*

You inhale while he exhales, both moaning at the sudden sensation.

You squeeze him as your pussy twitches involuntarily. He holds himself there, and presses his hand to your stomach, resting his thumb over your clit.

As you come down he rubs in circles, he slides in at the same time, letting you adjust to his size as he goes.

He bottoms out and you feel fuller than you ever have in your life. “Such a good, good girl.” his voice is a little more strained now, he’s feeling the pleasure just like you are.

His tip kisses your womb.

Gently he pulls out a little bit, before pushing back in, kissing your womb again.

“I’m-gonna cum inside you. Do you want that?” he circles your clit at an even pace.

“Mhm!”

“Use.. Your words, pretty,” he sighs blissfully.

“P-please, Jasper! Cum inside me!” You’ve never wanted anyone to until today. And you want it right now more than anything else in the world.

“Of course, I’ll—fill you up, pretty” He leans down over you and grabs the headboard for more stability.

You feel that he’s closer to you and you reach up blindly to hold him as best you can.

He starts a steady and easy pace to follow, you meet every thrust with your hips.

Every time he enters the pressure against your insides turns hotter and hotter, spinning a coil inside you so tightly you see stars.

He speeds up when he feels you can handle it, and slows down when you get too high.

His dick twitches inside of you and he presses the hardest he has into you yet, you come more powerfully than all the times leading up to this and you cry out his name, “Jasper! oh! oh my, Jasper! Jasper!”

He continues to thrust in a couple more times until you feel his body shudder and your womb is filled to the brim.

“Jas-per! Jas-!” His lips crash against yours he holds the headboard with both hands now, regaining his senses while he remains inside you.

“I love you, Y/N”

[asteria7fics]

How about the main five bodytypes (ewily) after college in their mid 20's or early 30's?

I'm curious on how they would grow, change and look as adults in ewily :)

Oooh you want spoilers, eh? (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

I may not go as in depth as I did in the last post because I'd like to leave a few things for future works, as I would like to explore the EWILY boys as they age!

Also, fair warning this will contain some pretty major spoilers for the end of EWILY. If you haven't gotten caught up yet PLEASE read the fic first? It's so much more fun when these things haven't been spoiled for you!

As always, you can read EWILY here!

Anyway, let's get into it!

Stan: Brother gets his shit mostly together post high school. I won't explain too heavily as to why, but he does start working out again and trying to take care of himself, so he does build some muscle definition back. It isn’t a terribly sustainable lifestyle for him, so he does soften again into this thirties, but man his body in his twenties? Still pretty average actually, just with less of a gut and more muscular legs and arms. He never really gets super buff or anything.

Kyle: Definitely gets comfortable and gains some happy weight in his early twenties, then fights for the next decade to shave it off. Sorry king, that’s what happens when you’re in a committed relationship. Eventually he just accepts that he won’t ever have his abs back, though he still remains otherwise pretty lean into his thirties. Just a naturally thin guy.

Cartman: Now he’s a special case, because BIG SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 14!!! He goes to fucking prison for a few years. Does he get totally ripped lifting weights in the yard with his fellow skinheads? Absolutely not, he’s still gaming the system to get the best snacks, but he does lose a lot of his baby fat while in custody. He comes out like a proper bear, still round and soft but a little tighter, a little more toned. His arms especially, saying goodbye to the bingo wings. How long does this last? Er, a couple of months, though his girlfriend definitely feeds him healthier food than his mom ever did, so he doesn’t really ever get back to how large he was as a teenager. But yeah, post-prison Chad Cartman is still a big boy, as God intended.

Kenny: Similarly to Kyle, the comfort of a semi-functional relationship (and his eventual choice to drop the vigilante stuff in favor of a job that makes more consistent money. Did you know he made money off that stuff? An EWILY detail left on the cutting room floor, RIP) encourages him to gain a few happy pounds, especially in his tummy. He still works out, probably with Stan and Kyle for a while, but isn’t trying so hard to get them gains. And, of course, having consistently delicious, home cooked meals from your boyfriend will add a few inches to your waistline. I think Kenny probably puts on weight the fastest into his thirties, and he really embraces the chubby lifestyle after being basically emaciated his entire childhood.

Butters: He doesn’t have to try, he stays thin. He’s eating all the same food Kenny eats and yet, Kenny’s the only one gaining substantial weight. Well, Butters does gain weight, and his ass and legs start to fill out a bit as he gets older and works some physical jobs (waiter Butters is canon I’m afraid), but he otherwise doesn’t change that much as he gets older. Tall twink forever.

Hehehe I hope these suffice! I had a little more fun with these ones, since we already have a jumping off point from the previous post.

Thank you for this ask!! As always, let me know if there’s anything else you guys would like to know about these idiots!!

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cracked earth // rising light

note: talks about death, don't read if that's not your vibe

 “What do you think happens when you die?”

Wild blinks. Glances up at Rule, who’s just squatting there, fondly watching a fairy as it wanders around in a nearby bush.

Rule turns back to the truffle they’re digging up. “I know it’s a weird thing to ask. But I wonder, sometimes. I think we’ve all gotten close. Had our ways of coming back from the brink, all tasted it just a bit. But what happens when you fully cross that line? When you can’t be brought back? You can only answer that once. I’m not ready to answer it, but I still just... I want to know.”

The earth around the truffle is hard, layered and caked in its dryness. Rule’s Hyrule has always been like that. Harsh, tough, but with a gentle core. It’s not hard to find the core; crack open the surface, peel it away with your hands, and you can find the soft, loamy dirt underneath.

Wild sinks his hands into it. Feels the cool, fresh dirt. It’s not as wet as it should be, here. It doesn’t smell as fresh as it should, here. The lingering scent of malice sinks into the dirt, staining its scent in his nose. But it doesn’t matter, because it’s fresh dirt. Because there is fresh dirt. There’s a hardened shell of a land, but it has life within it. A life that can be coaxed back, in time.

It will take a long time.

It will take a century.

But they have a century.

His own hand is hard, too. Stiffened, toughened with the eternal callus of the burn. A burn that could not be healed. Wild knows that if he peels the skin back, that if he pokes the muscle underneath, it’ll be fresh, firm. Not as strong as it should be, not as capable as it should be, but it doesn’t matter.

‘I used to think it was like going to sleep,’ he slowly signs to Rule. ‘Even if it’s painful, even if it’s scary, you eventually close your eyes and become nothing. You don’t lose anything. You just don’t notice that you stopped being.’

Wild knows he was scared, once. That day when he was protecting Zelda from the guardians, when he was injured more than he’d ever been, when he knew there was nobody there to heal him, he’d been scared. Scared of the fact that that was it. Of the idea of ceasing.

It was a bit strange to think about, in that moment. Of his own body failing, of his own injuries piling on so thick that he couldn’t distinguish between them. It hurt, and he was scared, falling to nothing but the surface of the earth. Felt the grass on his cheek and the rain on his hair and noticed it, for the first time. Pushed his face into the ground and thought, I’m going to miss you. I’m scared.

And he’d closed his eyes. At some point, it was all he could do. Say that he was scared, and do it anyway.

And he didn’t go to sleep.

It’s impossible to know what happened. He knows he lost his memory; knows that that’s one memory he can’t trigger back. Not from dying.

But every single time since then... it felt different.

When he slipped just wrong on the cliff, when he fell to the ground and felt his body break under him, some intrinsic part of him knew he wasn’t going to sleep. He’d close his eyes and saw light, blue light. Not the light of the Sheikah, but of the blupees. Something soft, fragile, scared. But it watched him, beckoned him. Guided him into the depths. Into the cool, cold, loamy embrace of... something.

And he’d woken up at the bottom of the cliff, in his own body, feeling the rain wash the skin of the earth off of him.

Or when he swam too long in the ocean. Fell into the depths, lungs crying, bursting. And when he eventually closed his eyes, he just... kept sinking. Cracked open the ground below him, peeled it back with shaking arms, and sank into its embrace.

He knows when he was fighting the horde on Death Mountain, when Zelda was a princess and hiding in a crevice, that he died. That a lynel sword toppled him, that a spare fairy brought him back up. And he knows that he didn’t feel anything, then. Didn’t feel anything beyond the cold of the sword in his chest, the pounding of his heart, and the dead scream in his throat at the fact that he was scared.

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been put back in. Maybe he’s just always closer to death than he once was. Maybe it’s the memory of it-- maybe it’s that he’s seen it, and it doesn’t feel the need to hide itself anymore. It’s happy to say hello, to see if, this time, he’ll follow it again.

Wild’s hand finds purchase. He digs out the truffle. It’s like the land around it; hard, ugly, precious.

Dusting it off, he hands it to Rule. Shrugs. ‘It’s something else. I’m still working out what.’

Rule stares at him for a long time. Holds the truffle.

“...That’s not a good thing.”

Wild smiles, and says nothing in reply.

---

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [15]

Monologue

After rushing out of the Violet Manor,

I mindlessly ran through the night.

Where could Subaru-kun have gone?

He had an intense fight with Ayato-kun,

while Reiji-san betrayed him.

So where exactly could he have headed,

after escaping the Violet Manor?

ー The scene starts at a path alongside a cliff in the forest

Yui: ( The abandoned shed, or the cave...Where should I run to? )

( The place he seems most likely to go to... )

Selection

→ Where we hid together (🖤)

Yui: ( I really think he might be either at the cave or the abanadoned shed where we hid together. )

( The only two places where we could be together... )

( But is he actually there...? )

Monologue

It was at that moment,

when I suddenly remembered,

where this World full of lies begun,

ーー The Church.

The place where I awoke as Eve. 

The origin of this World.

→ Where I woke up (♡)

Yui: ( Come to think of it, we found ourselves in this strange situation ever since I woke up at that one place.... )

( Everyone’s memories were messed up and Subaru-kun had forgotten about me. )

( It was incredibly hard and painful, but I somehow managed to get Subaru-kun to remember regardless. )

( However, we’ve reached this point, unable to any of the other issues. )

( If Subaru-kun were to try doing what I fear he might... )

( No! Please don’t do that...! )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the Church

*Creaaaaak*

Yui: ...Haah, haah...

( I’m going almost entirely off intuition but Subaru-kun is... )

ー She spots him in the distance

Yui: ...Subaru-kun!?

-> BRANCH: EUPHORIA ENDING

The game does not tell you if you are in the Euphoria or the Labyrinth branch. In the Euphoria version of this chapter, this is what Subaru’s first line after the branch looks like:

は? んだよ...なんでお前ここにいんだよ

Subaru: Hah? The fuck...Why are you here? 

Yui: As soon as I heard that you had escaped the dungeon, I...

You had been acting off for a while now, I just felt like something bad was going to happen...

I assumed that you were perhaps trying to burden it all by yourself again. That’s when the Church came to mind...

Also that blood...! Did your wounds open up perhaps!? You pushed yourself coming all the way over here, didn’t you...?

Subaru: Hah...You’ve got some great instincts.

Yui: ...Ugh.

( ...What now? My heart won’t stop pounding. )

( On one hand I’m glad I found him, but on the flip side, I’m growing increasingly more anxious. )

( ...I wonder why? )

Subaru: What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?

Yui: ( Right, it’s because of the resolute, clear look in his eyes. )

( Just like we when surrounded by Carla-san and the others in the forest back then... )

( It reminds me of the vibes he gave off when he had made up his mind to sacrifice himself as long as he could assure my safety at least. )

Subaru-kun...! 

ー She embraces him

Subaru: For real, what has gotten into you?

Yui: I mean...I’m afraid that at this rate, you’ll vanish somewhere...

Subaru: ...

Yui: Are you perhaps thinking of doing the thing Socrates-san told us about?

You’re trying to destroy this World by sacrificing yourself, no...?

You definitely mustn’t! I don’t want you to have to be sacrificed for me to be saved!

Subaru: Please understand.

ー He returns the hug

*Rustle*

Subaru: I can do anything for your sake.

Yui: No, stop! Don’t say that!!

Subaru: In the end, my injuries never fully healed. In this worn-down state, there’s only so much I can do to keep you safe.

So instead of failing to protect you and ultimately meeting my end by being killed by someone after being left all alone in this World, I’d much rather choose the definitive way to protect you.

If I sacrifice myself, this World will fall apart, right?

Then everyone’s memories will come back, and they’ll no longer participate in this Battle Royal.

You’ll no longer be targeted because you’re Eve either. Everyone will be saved.

Yui: But that doesn’t include you, does it!? I don’t want that!

*Woosh*

Yui: ...!?

Subaru: W-What was that flash of light just now...!?

Socrates: The experiment is reaching its final phase.

Yui: This light, and voice...Socrates-san!?

Subaru: So you show yourself again, huh?

Socrates: Eve, there is not just one choice.

Yui: What do you mean?

Socrates: To destroy this miniature World, one sacrifice is needed...

However, this sacrifice does not need to be a Vampire.

Yui: ...You mean...?

Subaru: ...

Yui: ( Only one person needs to be sacrificed. So there is a way to fix this without Subaru-kun having to give up his life. )

( ...How come I never realized this before? )

( I should have done this much sooner! )

Subaru: Oi, Yui...!

Yui: I’ll sacrifice myself!

Subaru: Hah!? What are you sayin’...!?

Socrates: Very well said. Now please show me that your resolve is more than just talk.

*Cling*

Socrates: Stab yourself in the heart with this knife. If you do so, the others will be able to break free in return for your life.

Yui: ...Yes!!

Subaru: Cut the crap!! I don’t get a say in this!?

I won’t let you do that! Give me that knife!

Socrates: Eve has made her resolve. Could you please not interfere?

*Woosh*

Yui: Kyah...!

( I’ve been swept up by a strong gust of wind, and I’m floating...!? )

Subaru: Oi! Where are you takin’ her!?

Socrates: Somewhere you will not be able to get in the way. I shall allow her to pass away in peace there.

Subaru: Stop! Please, don’t...!! Don’t take her away!!

Yui: I’m sorry, Subaru-kun...

Subaru: Uwaaaaah!

Yui: ( ...Subaru-kun’s calling out my name. )

( On top of his lungs, to the point where I can hear it even through this strong wind. )

( He’s desperately reaching out his hand, trying to save me... )

( I’m so sorry, Subaru-kun. But please, cry no more. )

( This is for the best. )

( I don’t want to be saved by you, but be the one to save you. )

 ( You’re always there prtoecting me, so now it’s my turn, okay? )

( That’s why ーー This is goodbye. )

Subaru: ...Fuck this.

I told you I’d keep you safe, no matter what, remember!?

No way in hell I’m lettin’ you go!

*Thud*

Monologue

It was at that exact moment,

someobdy strongly grabbed hold of my right hand.

This touch, which I knew all too well...

[EUPHORIA END]

-> BRANCH: LABYRINTH ENDING

The game does not tell you if you are in the Euphoria or the Labyrinth branch. In the Labyrinth version of this chapter, this is what Yui’s first line after the branch looks like:

スバルくん? スバルくん、しっかりして...!

Yui: Subaru-kun? Subaru-kun, hang in there...!

ー She rushes to his side

Monologue

I found Subaru-kun collapsed on the floor in the middle of the Church.

Perhaps he had pushed himself to make it this far,

but his wound had opened up, his clothes now drenched in blood.

He might be reaching his physical limits,

all worn out after going to extremes all to keep me safe.

Even after I helped him sit up,

he simply weakly groaned in response.

*Rustle*

Yui: Subaru-kun, please! Open your eyes!

Subaru: ...What’s your problem? Shut up.

Yui: Subaru-kun! Thank god, you’ve regained consciousness, right...!?

I came looking for you after I heard you had escaped the Violet Manor’s dungeon.

I’m so glad to see you. You surely escaped to look for a way to break free from this World, didn’t you?

Subaru: ...Yeah. This is pretty much the only suspicious place left.

I mean, I might have made it here but look at me, I’m a worn-out mess...Hah, pathetic.

Yui: No way...You’re not pathetic in the slightest...!

Subaru: Why are you here anyway? Now, out of all times...

Yui: What do you mean by that...?

Subaru: I was lookin’ for a place where I could be alone.

Yui: Why...?

Subaru: Isn’t that obvious!? So I can die alone, without anyone gettin’ in my way.

Yui: You want to sacrifice yourself to destroy this cage!?

Please, don’t do that!

Subaru: ...It’s fine. It’s not like I’ll be able to properly protect you in this state anyway.

If we continue to run away like this, I’ll just get killed by those guys in the end.

If that’s the only other option left, then I’ll choose the path which allows me to protect you for sure.

Yui: No way...

Subaru: Didn’t I tell you? I’ll keep you safe, no matter what it takes.

Yui: Wait...Hold up, Subaru-kun. You can’t do that.

I mean, once you’re gone, I’ll have no reason left to keep on living.

I don’t want to return to our old world if that means you have to get sacrificed!

Subaru: But as long as we’re inside this confined World, the other guys will continue to fight to the death over you.

Yui: ...Ugh.

Subaru: They’re seriously out to kill their actual siblings, blinded by fake memories. What a joke.

Yui: That’s...

Subaru: ...My brothers and those other dudes are annoyin’ as hell, but I guess I don’t mind savin’ their sad asses alongside you.

Yui: You’re far too kind, Subaru-kun...

( He’s gently carressing my cheek... )

Subaru: Idiot. Don’t start cryin’ now. You really are a crybaby, aren’t you?

Yui: Yeah. I’m sorry for always crying. Your hand feels warm.

Subaru: I’m a Vampire, remember? I don’t have a body temperature.

Yui: Perhaps not, but it feels warm to me. I can feel you next to me.

Subaru: I see. But I can’t stay with you any longer. ...Sorry.

Yui: I’m begging you, reconsider...! Don’t say that you’ll sacrifice yourself. Don’t leave me!

Subaru: I don’t want to have to either. But I hate the thought of failin’ to protect you even more. 

That’s why I’ll die right here, right now.

Yui: Subaru-kun...!?

[LABYRINTH END]

[yuurei20]

Twisted Wonderland the Novel: Getting Them to Listen

Ace, Deuce, Yuuya and Grim successfully find a magestone only to be chased away by a monster telling them to get out and that the stone is theirs. The situation immediately devolves into finger-pointing and arguments, which Yuuya tries his best to manage.

“Yuuya merely stands there, surrounded by three loud voices. An endless loop of ‘All of this is your fault!’, ‘You’re the one who started it!’, echoes like wailing in his ears. Yuuya looks down at his own clenched fists and realizes that his hands are shaking. He had ran so hard that he thought his heart would burst—had never been so out of breath in his entire life—and now he is stone cold, despite the heat of the moment from mere minutes prior. Anxiety has seized him in a crushing embrace.

He can’t handle fighting. He hates it. He has lived his whole life doing everything he can to avoid it.

And yet, what about all that has happened since yesterday? The more he runs away from trouble, the worse it gets.

Provocation to threats, threats to arguments, arguments to violence.

It has been one terrible thing after another.

And isn’t this all his own fault? If he had been able to say something back in the cafeteria, would things have turned out differently? Would none of this be happening?

Even covering his ears with his hands Yuuya can still hear the angry noise that surrounds him, and suddenly finds himself yelling, ‘Let’s just stop fighting!’

The argument ends in dead silence. It seems that not one of them had thought Yuuya capable of speaking in such a voice.

‘You made me jump half outta my fur.’ Grim has gone entirely stiff, his fur standing on end in all directions.

For the first moment both Ace and Deuce look surprised as well, but this is soon replaced with mere annoyance.

‘Let’s not fight? What’s that even supposed to mean?’ Ace scoffs. ’This isn’t the time to be putting on some goody-goody act. You forget something? The one who is going to suffer most from us not getting that stone? Is you. You don’t even have a place to go home to. And yet here you are, telling us “Fighting is bad, so let’s all hold hands and play nice”? Stay out of this.’ Ace scoffs again, raising his chin as though dismissing Yuuya with his entire body.

No matter what Yuuya says Ace will turn it back onto him, multiplied in force by ten- or even a hundredfold. 

If he were still the Yuuya he was before all of this, there is no question he would concede and shy away.

But just in this moment, his words leave him naturally, without a single stutter. They can simply not go on as they have been; he knows this with sharp, painful clarity.

‘That’s not what I mean.’

‘You had better not be trying to say that you’re ready to give up.’ Deuce scratches his head, radiating frustration.

‘…I’ll be honest, okay? I’m scared. But we need a magestone, no matter what it takes. I’ll do anything. I’d give an arm—both my arms—to do this!’

‘And I’m telling you to stop mixing me up in this mess of yours.’

‘If you hadn’t gotten in my way, Ace, I would’ve been able to take it down!’

‘As if. The only thing you’re good for is cauldrons. And you couldn’t even aim it right!’

‘What was I supposed to do!? Something like that shows up and you think you can calm right down?’

And the arguing has begun again. Bickering, fighting, and no progress at all.

As they fight over whose magic it is that is holding them all back, Yuuya remembers something Crowley once said: “Magic is not a catch-all solution”. Even magical power that looks like something out of a dream might, in actuality, be much more difficult to control than one might think. In Deuce’s case, it seems he cannot use his magic properly if he is unable to concentrate.

‘I’ll stay calm and handle it next time, wait and see.’ Deuce insists, but his voice rings hollow. There is no way he will be able to face a threat like that and keep his cool, and the uncomfortable look upon his face tells them all that he well knows it.

‘It’s like Ace-kun says: we’re never going to be able to get a magestone at this rate. If we challenge it head-on it will just take us all out.’

’What do we do then?’

‘What do we do? Well…we could combine our strengths, for one thing.’

‘Combine our strengths?’ Ace sticks out his tongue in disgust.’ How cheesy is that? You gonna start telling us to protect the weak and how we should all just get along?’

‘I, that’s…that’s not what I mean.’

‘That what DO you mean? All you did was turn and run. How do you even intend to  "combine strengths" with me when that’s your go-to reaction?’

Yuuya suddenly recalls something that the ghosts had told him: the prideful students of Night Raven College wield superior magical powers and rely on no one. How can Yuuya possibly stand alongside them? The magicless Yuuya, the most useless of them all.

Come to think of it, when they were fighting the ghosts themselves, why did Grim ever deign to listen to him in the first place?"

--

(this seems abrupt, but this is literally where the scene ends before cutting to the monster fight)

[w3bheadz]

FISHHOOKS

The countdown ended, and as soon as I saw others start to run, I ran into the center. It could have been a foolish move, but I knew exactly what I was going in for. I maneuvered my way into the cornucopia and grabbed what I’d been searching for. That's when I heard it. I twisted my body so quickly I felt nauseous. Two young kids from 7 were in trouble.. They were the youngest tributes this year.

Could I just run away? Pretend I didn’t see it? I couldn’t.

I began running to them, ducking past people fighting, dodging my own death probably more than physically possible. That's when it all went down. I threw my trident, hitting the boy from 1’s throat. The two 7 kids looked at me like deers in headlights, each clutching their own packs that they had grabbed from the cornucopia. “What are you doing?! Go! Get out of here!” I called, though my voice sounded unfamiliar. The kids were still motionless, so I retrieved my trident from the boy’s neck and grabbed their arms.

“Come on! Go!”

As we ran, I heard an explosion from behind, but didn’t turn back. I had to get these kids out of the center of the arena. I couldn’t even see where Dolion was anymore, but it didn’t matter. Making sure the kids from 7 were alright were more important to me. Finally, we made it to a hidden clearing and I let go of them. “Are you two crazy?” I exclaimed, “Freezing up like that could have gotten you killed!” “I’m sorry... I didn’t know what to do-” The boy muttered frantically, clearly shaken up. “What are you guys’ names..?” I asked softly, realizing I was being too harsh on them. The girl had been quiet until she looked up and started to speak. Her voice was full of caution, which was understandable considering the circumstances. “My name is Pia, he’s Jamie. We can take care of ourselves.” Jamie looked at Pia like she was crazy “Are you kidding me? We didn’t even grab weapons! If she’s willing to help, then let her stick around!” Pia rolled her eyes “We don’t need anyone else, Jamie. This is the hunger games, you see what happened to the alliance last year!” she said quietly, not wanting to be overheard mentioning last year’s games. “I can promise you, that won’t happen,” I stated calmly. “You were in danger, I got you out of the situation before your hard headedness got the better of you and put you and your friend in a deadly situation.” Jamie nodded “She has a point, Pia… You were the one that wanted to get into the middle” The younger girl rolled her eyes “Fine. We’ll stay.” I sighed quietly. I knew I had to keep these kids safe now, which I wasn’t against. However, it put a major responsibility on my shoulders. I needed to find Dolion. Fast. My entire body tensed as the sound of sticks cracking under feet were heard from behind us. The kids looked wide eyed as I pushed them into the bushes, grabbing the trident from off my back and walking toward the sound. It was a tribute from 10. Kristen, I think their name was. “Woah, woah! Hold your horses!” they said quickly, holding their hands up in defense. I didn’t lower my trident, instead just inching it further from her face, raising an eyebrow and asking carefully, “What are you doing here?”

They shook their head. “It isn’t what you think! I saw you headed this way, he wanted me to show the way you went.” That's when I saw him. Dolion. Alive.

I ran up to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as his wrapped around my waist “Dolion! Thank god you’re alive!” “Were you worried about me, sweetheart?” he asked jokingly, looking down at me. Kristen cleared her throat from behind us, a small grin gracing her face. “Kids present, we need to set up camp.” I nodded, pulling away from Dolion’s embrace before walking back to the kids “I’m going to get some fish, either of you want to come with?” Jamie nodded quickly “Yeah, okay!”

Pia begrudgingly agreed, only going because Jamie was going. I headed to the shore, the two children following behind. I held my trident, both having their own pack with them. “Do either of you have any needles, pins, anything?” I asked. They started digging through their packs, resulting in a sewing kit being pulled out of Pia’s bag. She handed it over as I sat down on the rocks lining the water.

Jamie pulled a box of matches out of his “Would these help any?” I nodded, offering him a small smile. “Yeah, they’d be great!” I took the box, lighting a match before holding it under a needle. After it heated up, I put it against the stone and used a rock to bend it into place. I held it in the light and showed both kids. “That’s how you make a fishing hook!”

It wasn’t until later that night that we heard Lucky Flickerman’s voice flowing like a song through the once quiet arena. “Oh goodness, folks.. Today took quite the chunk out of our victors! Gideon Pax from District One, Harlow Faye and Jaxon Lark from District 11, Tate Wren and Maven Bane from District 12, Flynn Thorne and Ender Delia from district 6, and Magnus Bronte from District 8 all died in that messy dispute we here in the newsroom call a bloodbath! Looks like Knox Lyra and Jericho Gala from District 5 are toast too! Too bad infection got ‘em, They could have been real contenders this year.. Well, that's all for tonight folks, sleep tight, we’ll see you in the morning!” And with that, Lucky stopped talking, and it all went quiet again. 

Ten people were gone. That left 14 including us. 9 other people were out there, ready to kill us. It was safe to say I didn’t sleep that night. Over the next day and a half, it was a constant run. It wasn’t until that night, when Kristen was helping the kids and I fish, that we spotted anyone else. We were just fishing while Dolion gathered nuts and berries to keep in the pouches when I heard them. It was a rowdy group, almost begging to be caught by someone. It all happened so fast, I couldn't really process anything. One minute, Kristen was standing, holding one of the packs, and next they were on the ground with an arrow in their chest. I saw Pia drop next to them, grabbing a medkit while I sped after the people that had fired the shot. I ran until my legs ached and my lungs burnt with every breath forced in and out of them. That's when the knife was thrown. I felt it cut into my side, and raised my trident from its spot beside me. I looked around and finally aimed at her, the trident going into her stomach and pinning her to a tree. I felt nauseated at the sight of all of her blood spilling onto the ground as I tugged my trident back. She crumpled to the ground and I turned back, running to where I had left the others. There was no saving Kristen. I could have tried with every one of the supplies that we had, and my heart broke when I finally came to terms with that fact. I held her in my arms as she took her last breath, and that wasn’t something I’d wish on anyone. We all knew it was coming, yet it was still so painful when she closed her eyes for the last time.

We went through the same routine, fishing in the mornings and evenings, surviving on berries and nuts in the afternoons. Night by night, more and more people were gone. It wasn’t until day 5 that we were announced the final four. I didn’t know where it would go from there. If I had known, I wouldn’t have shut my eyes that night.

I woke up to rain starting to drip onto my face. As my eyes adjusted to the late night sky, I smelled the scent, metallic. like rust and iron. Blood. My eyes focused on where the kids had been sleeping when I finally took my rest, only to find them dead. My entire body felt frozen before I scrambled up to get to them. My chest rose and fell quickly as I tried to check for pulses, heartbeats, anything I could find to assure me that they were alive. No such assuagement came as I finally realized one fact. They were gone. I had promised to keep them safe, and they were dead because I had been foolish enough to fall asleep. I heard a low chuckle emit from behind me, so I whipped around to see Dolion cleaning off his knife. “Dolion, what did you do…” I said quietly, a rage boiling in the pits of my mind. “WHAT DID YOU DO?!” I didn’t even register that the yelling had come from my own mouth until a flash of fear appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, all of the love I had harbored for him was gone. It was replaced with hatred for what he had done.

That was not my friend anymore. He jumped at me, holding the same knife he had used to kill the kids from 7, but I tripped him, knocking him to the ground. He was trying to kill me now. “How could you?” I cried as he scrambled up “They were just kids! They didn’t deserve what you did to them!” “Yeah, well neither did those people Peggy killed.” Dolion scowled

“You keep her name out of your mouth, Dolion. Peggy didn’t deserve anything that happened to her, you know that.” I said shakily as he started to walk towards me. I had to strike first if I wanted to survive. Dolion was physically stronger than me, taller than me, I didn’t stand a chance.

The games changed us all, but I hadn’t realized that it had changed me until my trident plunged into his chest, my hands wrapped tightly around the pole. I glared down at him, the rain pouring down, soaking me to the very core as I watched the life drain out of his eyes. I felt nothing.

Then, I heard it. The victory bell. This didn’t feel like a win. This felt like emotional manipulation. I felt like the weight of the world had dropped onto my shoulders as I realized what had happened. The bodies of Jamie and Pia were just a few feet away from me, their throats a bloody mess from where Dolion had slit them. Right below my feet was a now dead Dolion, and I didn’t even feel an ounce of sadness. He had broken a promise. Betrayed our group. The young kids he swore he’d help protect. They were 12 years old. He had shown no mercy to them, so I taught him that I knew no definition to the word. I went across the clearing, picking small flowers for the kids from 7. I placed them around them both, sitting near their heads as I felt searing tears build up behind my eyes. “I’m so sorry” was all I said, but I never let the tears fall. I would let the Capitol see me hurt, there was no avoiding that. I would not let them see me broken. It would only give them the exact cruel satisfaction they craved from the games in the first place. 

I didn’t stand until peacekeepers pulled me up by the arms, dragging me to what should have felt like salvation in the airplane. I was alive. The others weren’t so lucky. Kristen, Jamie, Pia… Innocent lives were lost so the Capitol could have a little betting fun. All of the kids that were put in the arena had families. 

They were just as human as the non-district livers, but they were seen as the animals of society. The ones that needed to be ‘punished’ for the wrongdoings of the rebels. For once, I’d finally seen what the rebellion was all about.

It wasn’t until I was back in the capitol that I realized I had gotten out of the arena. It wasn’t until Tigress pulled me into her arms, telling me that everything would be alright, that the ringing in my ears stopped. The overwhelming urge to cry was growing stronger by the moment, but I would have to suck it up.

I suppose this was the life of a victor.

[mentallyrecovering]

Choose Your Own Adventure

(as always Links are in the end of the post for the last chapter)

I loved writing this! I think it's a good plot turn! Hope you like it too! Feedback is appreciated!

Story beyond this point!

Sam and Bobby made their way to the center of the maze, both of them dwelling on Taylors’ scream. Sam had to fight back tears, wishing that Taylor wasnt’ in too much pain or worse. Taking random turns, left, right, left, right over and over again they finally found the center. Turning around the last right, Sam sprinted towards Rowan and Hazel! “I thought you were dead, that the monster had gotten you!” Sam said, choking on tears. Hazel embraced Sam gently and assured that they were fine.

After the group had settled down a bit Rowan asked where Taylor was, “did you see them? Did you see anything weird while in the maze? Where did you pop up? And Who is this?” Sam realized they never introduced Bobby. “Oh this is Bobby, he came into the maze to help us.” Sam looked down, not making eye contact and whispered, “While we were looking for you we heard Taylor scream and then silence. The monster probably got to them.”

“A monster-um okay…What monster? And why are we here? Why did the outside world disappear?” Bobby explained again the town's ritual, the seal, and how the four were sacrificed. “So, if we are to be eaten and all we need to do is break the seal, why don't we break it now?” Hazel questioned. The four of them looked towards the symbol on the plaque. It looked like black marble with a red symbol on it and was shining. The symbol looked like it had liquid in it moving, almost like a blood vessel.

Bobby looked at the symbol and touched it feeling a zap through his finger, shocked he fell back in surprise. He struggled to sit up and said, “What the hell? I saw something. I saw three more symbols that were in the maze forming a triangle around this one.” The three looked at him with confusion and terror. He went on, “I don't know how i know this but, we need to break the three other seals first before this one. It didn't show me where the seals are located unfortunately. And there’s one more thing. Only four of us can leave after breaking the symbol, the fifth one of us has to,” He paused and swallowed hard, “the fifth one of us needs to die to break the seal.”

Sam, Rowan, and Hazel looked at Bobby with suspicion, he just magically knew? But they had to take his word for it since there was nothing they could do to get out of the maze. Rowan broke the silence, “Well I’m not dying, and neither are Sam, Rowan, and Taylor it looks like it has to be you.” 

Bobby shot up and pushed Rowan, “Look I’m not dying either, one of you are!” He pushed Rowan to the ground and took out a knife, “I’m not dying.” The other two pushed him off and said in unison, “Us four are living. You're not!”

Bobby replied, “Well, I saw Taylor is alive. So good luck finding where the monster is.” He took off into the maze with one last word, “It’s Taylor or me. I'll find Taylor first, I’m going to get out.”

The three turned to each other with Hazel saying, “We need to find Taylor before Bobby does.” The group agreed and Hazel went on, “If Bobby was telling the truth, then we also need to break the symbols. So do we try to find Taylor first or break the seals?”

Their choices were,

Try to find Taylor

Break the seals first.

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https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716334914436497408/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share( 1st post)

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https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716793684698480640/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (7th post)

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[bananabeebenson]

𝔸/𝔹/𝕆 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤  𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝑯𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒔

So, in between my usual writing, I will now be starting a series to indulge in my entire headcanons based on the A/B/O tag. There will not be one particular media this will be targeted to instead just whichever character I feel like covering, which means you are FREE to request someone. The fandoms I write for will be listed here so feel free to request, just make sure it’s for the A/B/O series. This is a more in-depth version than what some of the other characters might be (as some might be brief summaries or ideas thrown together) while others will be slightly thought-out analysis. Because I have too much time on my hands. Thank you. And, as always, requests are open on everything.

Anyways, my first victim will be dedicated to my best friend.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

(𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕)

So, in this series, I will go over a handful of things, such as; Would they be an Alpha, Omega, or Beta/ Would they embrace their secondary gender or would they reject it/ How are they seen in society by it/ How do they handle the biological issues from this/ How does it affect their romantical life. 

These will remain the same for every character and I will go into detail on each one and why I think the things I do. Feel free to disagree, or tell me your opinion, but this is all in dumb, slightly horny-brained fun. So, first off;

Would they be an Alpha, Omega, or Beta

So, in all honesty, Hawks is a bit of a wild card. I’ve read and seen many variations of this man honestly being any of the three, but based upon my own opinion I could see him as most likely either a Beta or an Omega. Now, I’m not saying Alpha Hawks is not viable (that’s a solid 10/10 there) but in reality I could deifnitely see this man as something of either an Omega or a Beta. So, I will discuss both with the other questions.

Would they embrace their secondary gender or would they reject it

If he’s an Omega, I have a heavy feeling he would reject it. Omegas in most variations of the sense are seen as a bottom tier type of gender. More of a breeding tool in some traditional sense of the ways. And despite how forward thinking any part of the MHA universe could be, or develope to be, there would more than likely always be a stigma against Omega Heroes/Heroines. Omegas in general are smaller built than Alphas and don’t have the natural hormones that would encourage fighting or the muscle growth that would come with being an Alpha, so they’re seen as weaker by the masses. Not only would that have made him becoming a Hero a near impossible thing once that information had gotten out, it would have sabotaged his career. He would have more than likely been stuck as a sidekick at best. So, I could see him rejecting it early on. Possibly going on hard suppressants early in age. More than likely he’d even go as far as getting specific body care products meant to hide pheremones as well. 

As a Beta, he would more than likely be neutral about it. Betas have no real lean into either category, seen as a more neutral in between without the effects of either of the other genders. While he wouldn’t exactly embrace it, he wouldn’t have to hide or reject it nearly as much if he was an Omega. Wouldn’t have to take any suppressants or change his body care routine at all. Would more than likely still face some criticism, as many would speculate that he was an Alpha once he rose to fame as he did, leading to several rumors.

How are they seen in society by it

As an Omega, Hawks would absolutely refuse for society to know about it, so they wouldn’t know. At least, until possibly it getting revealed. Considering what happened between him and Twice being revealed as it did, and the effects of that, there is a chance that at some point his secondary would be revealed. Society would definitely, in the time of crisis it’s facing and the doubt put in Heroes, view this in a negative light. It would add to the stress he would already be facing in this time and even after everything is settled there would still be negative views associated from more traditional people. There might even be the risk of even the most loyal of fans of the Hero growing to dislike him for the “lies”. There’s a chance his popularity would tank. But there’s definitely a few Omegas out there who would be grateful to know an Omega could be one of the best Heroes around. 

As a Beta, he wouldn’t entirely be disliked. Some might be disappointed, expecting him to be an Alpha of some kind like most other Heroes that are as highly ranked as him are, but they wouldn’t dislike him for it. There might be a lot of rumors spread that he’s hiding his real nature, or even the rumor of him being an Omega (which he could disprove if ever pushed) but he would mostly be viewed in a neutral light by those of society. A little more boring than an Omega or an Alpha, but that solid force needed to keep balance.

How do they handle the biological issues from it

So, as an Omega, there’s an obvious issue. Heats. That would affect anyone who is an Omega, regardless of what primary gender they hold. Of course, it would be a bit different on a male body than on a female body. There would definitely be the possibility of a pregnancy should he not be careful and reproduce with someone else, but more than likely due to how he views the gender, he would have to be careful with approaching the Heat aspect of it. He’s also going to be built smaller than most, as Omega’s have different hormones than an Alpha. Instead of muscle growth, he would more than likely have more fat storage. More places to retain fat such as in the thighs, the stomach, or even the arms. Considering what he does, he keeps himself in shape, but there is definitely a small pudge here or there he can’t entirely shake off no matter how hard he tries, or just the ghost of a shape of just not as hard-boiled as an Alpha’s body would be. Since he’d definitely be on suppressants, he wouldn’t have to normally deal with Heats. I would think of suppressants as a larger form of birth control, with side-effects included, so there would have to be times he’d have to ween from the drug and go through a natural heat. Those would more than likely be more intense and he would have to take extra time to recover, especially if he suffers through it alone. Definitely, as stated before, using body care products to hide any facts that he would be an Omega. Would wear specific cologne over the scent glances to make sure there isn’t a chance of a smell coming out, regardless of what other products he uses. He is making damn sure nothing would get in his way to keeping it hidden.

As a Beta, things would be a bit easier. Betas are, for all intents and purposes, similar to normal people. They do produce pheremones, as does both secondaries, but they don’t produce the intense, hormone-fueled ones the others produce. Betas are almost like a barrier between the two, something that can live both worlds without the biological consequences. Him being a Beta means he’d have a calmer, softer scent. Less scent glances than an Omega, but no major ones that produce heavy smells like an Alpha. Wouldn’t have to keep as much of an eye on himself biologically as Betas go through neither Rut nor Heat. This would, funny enough, benefit himself the most, as he wouldn’t be affected by the scents of one nearby. It makes him the perfect person to help someone through a Heat or Rut without entirely giving into his instincts.

How does it affect their romantical life

Omega Hawks would have to really trust someone before he admits the truth. He’d have sex with someone long before he’d feel trusting enough to explain it to them, but if someone managed to earn his trust and respect enough he would definitely tell them. Especially if it’s someone he sees a future with. Omega Hawks would more than likely not be someone who would date as often either, especially not lightly due to having to keep this secret so carefully. It would take some time, for sure, but when he spills the beans he would spill it. I’d see him being as someone who wouldn’t normally date an Alpha unless they had definitely gotten close to him. Would possibly have his own doubts about a relationship with an Alpha due to how traditional views would see the relationship. A fear born from bigotry that is deeply rooted in the toxic views of the past. If he did find an Alpha that he completely trusts and would pursue a relationship with, he would take possibly longer to open up. I would say he would open up the secret to a Beta or Omega faster. Could be in a relationship with any of the three, but an Alpha is least likely due to his fears and secret. Hawks probably wouldn’t trust anyone during his heat for a while, even after opening up. If the partner was too pushy, he would close off more, so it would definitely be a waiting game of until he’s comfortable enough to share a heat with a partner. But, oh boy, if you share a heat with this man, it will either go one of two ways. He will either be the most needy, bottom styled Hawks you’ve ever meet, or an insastiable man who is trying to prove his worth to the very end by almost mimicking an Alpha in rut. Considering he would only ever have a Heat when he has to take breaks from his suppressants, whoever he is partnered with at the time should expect a long and hard week, or even more, of an overly sensitive and aroused Hawks. Man would be absolutely unhinged, considering he more than likely never had an outing before due to the circumstances. Possibly would even be emotional during, considering how much trust he put into this person and how well they would be treating him.

Beta Hawks would, for all intents and purposes, be kind of similar to regular Hawks. I don’t see him dating ofter, or even pursuing anything casual, but if he found someone he absolutely had a connection with he would be with them. However, due to being a Beta, he wouldn’t hold as much views on an Alpha as he would an Omega, meaning he would have equal opportunities with all three secondaries. Due to how his nature is and him being unaffected to Heats or Ruts, he would be the perfect, caring partner to help someone through it. Regardless of if they wanted sex or not, he would be the nicest man at their side to help them the entire time. Still would be the type of person to date only if he was serious. Wouldn’t care as much if his secondary was found out, and wouldn’t have to entirely worry about going into a Rut/Heat on his partner, but would still only date someone if he was 100% serious about it. Especially considering his line of work and how the public would view it.

[groovesnjams]

17 / 50

"Perfect Day" by Al Green

DV:

Way back when rock n roll was young, Otis Redding wrote a song called "Respect" and Aretha Franklin covered it and he said, "She just took the song [away from me.]" At some point before this, during the peak of folk and blues, songs weren't "covered" so much as played by any and everyone: it was an era of standards, often composed by songwriters who didn't perform. I'm not saying "Respect" was the dividing line between eras - rock 'n' roll, with its increasing focus on authenticity may have gotten there earlier. But I am saying that at least since "Respect", covers have been a competition. Who "owns" a song? Otis was right, Aretha owns "Respect" (among others.) How many people even think of "MacArthur Park" or "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" or "It's Oh So Quiet" as covers? They all got new owners when they were covered.

Al Green has been on both sides of this fight: a winner (his "How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?" was originally The Bee Gees') and a loser (Talking Heads' "Take Me to the River" was originally Al Green's.) With the exception of an Amazon ad in 2018, he hasn't released new music for a 15 years. Now he's back and he's come for one of Lou Reed's best and you know what? "Perfect Day" is Al Green's now; he just took it away from Lou. Maybe this song is about god, instead of heroin? Maybe it always was? Or maybe it's just still about falling in love, and you still decide the subject, just like anyone who heard the song without knowing anything about Reed. Because there's no limit to the ways you can hear "I'm glad I spent it with you. And there's equally no escaping the darkness inherent in lyrics like "You just keep me hanging on," even if the gospel choir fills the background with beauty. Al's version embraces both sides of the song and makes them his own, most of all when he leans hard into the "You're gonna reap just what you sow" coda, possibly the song's high point, rueful and accusatory and ominous. I'm not sure it's possible to make a song fully your own when it's been popular for 50 years, but if anyone can pull that off, it'd be Al Green: this "Perfect Day" is the work of a master thief showing he's still got it.

MG:

Frankly, I find taking a song about the love one has for heroin and remaking it about the love two septuagenarians have as they stare down inevitable death just as perverse as it would be in reverse. Al Green is stirring, trilling, and schmaltzy in a way that is antithetical to any and all white powders, though I’m sure he does have one of those days of the week pill cases at this point. I’m pretty certain I heard this song first as soundtrack to Mark Renton’s overdose in Trainspotting, unfortunately my favorite movie as a high schooler, and the connection cannot be undone. “Perfect Day” is an intensely sad, painful, and anxiety-inducing song. Al Green singing it actually makes all those feelings worse, like I’m covered in blood and crying for help and someone is smiling and waving at me from across a busy street. If last year was about dissociation music, I guess this year is about derealization music, the sort of stuff that makes your fleshy, lived reality feel fake. We’ve included a lot of light horror on this year’s list – enjoy, this is the hard stuff.

[dragonrider9905]

F P W ! 🤗 (for the ask game!)

EEEEkkkk!!!!! omigoodness!!!!! *waves shyly* hello :) I feel like I have gotten spotted by a celebrity!!! Masterjedilena is the first person who I started reading reader inserts from. I love the things I have read of yours so much! I still re-read What Is This Feeling when I need a comfort story!!!!! That was prime!!!!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Ohhhhhhhhh this is a toughy!!!! I love writing dialogue and I have a lot of scenes I am proud of...but one that is jumping out at me right now would be from my fic "Death's Darling Daughter" which is a Hunter x Jedi OC story. It is a scene where they discuss his face tattoo. I never saw anything in any story (that I am aware of) that talks about his tattoo like this and I was very happy with how it turned out! Here it is:

“Sargeant, a word if I may?” Leyla moved to keep walking.

Hunter fell into step beside her, “Yes, Commander?” 

She was cryptically silent then for wanting to talk to him. Typical, Hunter thought. What a Jedi move to pull, say you want to talk, then be silent. 

“Your tattoo, a skull, correct? May I ask what prompted you to choose a manifestation of death as a symbol not only for your squad but yourself personally?”

It was Hunter’s turn to side eye the Commander. She was hard to read but he didn’t detect distaste in her voice, only a curious lilt. No one ever really asked him why he got it like that.

“It’s Mandalorian. It is a symbol of danger and dominance. It strikes fear into the heart of the enemy. If anyone threatens my squad, my face will be the last thing they see.” Hunter replied bluntly. 

“So you think of death more as a friend than something to be feared? Most see it the other way.”

“We were made to die, Commander.” He replied so nonchalantly that her unimpressed, sad and slightly annoyed face she made at the remark was pressing. 

“Not to me. I’ll see to it that you don’t any time soon, Sergeant.” 

“What then would you prefer my tattoo be of, Commander? A bantha? Or a little tooka perhaps?”

She stayed quiet for a moment. “Or do you think death is an enemy and by wearing its face, you somehow challenge it? Death can be frightening but it is just another path we take. Life does go on after death. It just changes form somewhat.”

“You still didn’t answer my question.” Hunter half-heartedly teased, feeling a slight bit uncomfortable.

“Nor did you answer mine.”

“We are different. Always have been, always will be. I’m embracing what our squad was made to do. We win the day, bring justice to those who deserve it and cheat death if we can. I suppose your philosophical point of view is somewhat correct but it is also a tease then. Death hasn’t claimed me yet.”

“Mm, and after the war, then what? What do you want for you and your brothers?” Leyla’s tone was never accusatory but remained steady and unassuming, curious even. 

Hunter had to pause. She may not have known it but that was a sore topic. Hunter didn’t know what would happen. How could he? Clones were still not considered people in the eyes of the Republic, how could he hope for an equal future as a nat-born? Or just a slightly better one than he had. He supposed he’d fight until he died—never really considered anything else. Mostly because he thought he couldn’t. Most likely, he’d end up back in Nala Se’s lab for more testing and experimentation. That made him shiver.

Hunter was proud he was able to keep his voice even and slightly disinterested in what he said next. “Commander, assuming we even make it out alive, we’d just stay a part of the Grand Army of the Republic. There is no other future for a clone. We were made to be warriors, what other path is there? Assuming we don’t die in the line of duty, which would be an honor also.”

Leyla hummed again. Hunter could tell she was dissatisfied with his answer but also surrendered to knowing what he said was right. Then she hit him with:

“The future is uncertain. If we all survive to the end of the war, many things could change. Don’t press on the future what is currently true today. Today clones are not—” she sighed, “people in the eyes of many but that doesn’t mean that it will be like that tomorrow. Look ahead, but not too far you can’t see one step in front of you. Look in front of you but don’t be blinded from what lies ahead.”

Then they were silent for a moment. 

“By the way,” Leyla added, “I wouldn’t change your choice of tattoo.” 

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I think I tetter somewhere in the middle. I have lots of things in my stories planned out, big staple things of where I want my stories to go (especially because I don't always think of my stories in order XD Sometimes the ending is the first thing I think of!) but a lot of the in between things, I let unfold and I see where it takes me!

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

I don't get too many prompts from people, but I do love getting them! I think I like them more on the general side; I don't mind specific ones, but when they are too specific, I fear I won't do their idea justice. If they are a little bit more general, and it gives me leeway, I do feel a little better about that. I don't mind getting lots of details they'd like in the story (the more the merrier!) but when the storyline is so detailed and leaves no room for creativity, it gets hard and I get nervous if the person will like it or not.

Thank you for the ask!!!! Made my day!!!! ❤️

Ask game

[apocalyptixs]

“I’m getting you outta here, love. I got you… I got you. Come on.” Santiago & Miguel @zombiebcit

What was he supposed to do? Miguel was gone, even though he couldn't quite piece together when or how or why. They'd gotten separated somewhere down the line, a horde of passing walking dead causing them to split off in different directions - and now he was sure he'd seen the sun rise and fall numerous times since. And still there was no sign of his love returning for him. Maybe they should've made a better plan. If they were to get separated, they would reunite --- where?

Not that it mattered at this point. Surely this meant that Miguel was no longer out there - or at least, no longer living and breathing like he once was. Hopefully it had been fast. He couldn't imagine it any other way, it hurt too much. But at the same time, what if he was still out there, somewhere?

And Santiago could hardly get himself to poke his head out of the abandoned cabin he'd held up in ever since.

But he'd have to, sooner or later. Supplies were running low as it was, he'd searched every cabinet and shelf in the place. But he could make it another...couple days, probably, if he was lucky. Before he had to step out of the comforts of this new found home and search for something better...

The decision to leave came up far sooner than he'd been planning, his head swiveling in the direction of a few voices that could be heard approaching the property. He spotted them through one of the windows before he grabbed his pack, slipping it around his shoulder as he searched for somewhere to lay low. Hopefully they wouldn't look too hard, there was nothing worth finding within these walls as it was.

Careful footfalls moved him up the stairs, doing his best to avoid the creaking steps as the men broke through the front door (which was entirely unnecessary, but that was neither here nor there). He slipped into the nearest bedroom, eyes searching for somewhere safe. The closet? Under the bed? But if they found him there - well, he was good as dead, wasn't he? Maybe best to just try and make a run for it...

He tested the nearest window - shut tight from likely years of disuse. He crept to the next with the same result, but his time was running out. Someone was coming up the stairs. He didn't like the choice, but given he was left between a rock and a hard place, he ducked down and slid beneath the bed, murmuring a silent prayer that he might get out of this alive at the end.

For only a moment he watched as a pair of boots appeared in the doorway before his eyes pulled tightly closed, listening to the footfalls through the room, the grumbled complaints as the closet and drawers were searched and nothing of worth was found. He'd just started thinking as the footsteps stopped that maybe the man had left, that he'd made it through unscathed - when a hand snaked under the bed to grab a hold of his hair.

"No, no, no, no, please," Santiago whimpered, yanked from beneath the bed and fighting for an upper hand in the battle that he certainly didn't have. He wrestled with the aggressor, blocking blows and fighting for his life to the best of his ability before a knife was pressed to his throat and he immediately stilled. And once again he was going to beg for his life - but before he could even think of words that might spare him the grip was released and the body fell, the blade of the knife just nicking across his throat.

When another set of hands came around him his immediate response was to fight, blinded simply by the need to survive. But these hands were gentle, familiar, and urged him to calm down, dragging him into an embrace more than anything else. The voice that spoke in his ear even as tears sprang to his eyes, it was the one he'd been hoping to hear again, even if the time they'd been separated hadn't even been all that long. Finally he stilled, his gaze landing on Miguel and gripping onto him as if his life depended on it.

“I’m getting you outta here, love. I got you… I got you. Come on.”

And he'd follow that voice just about anywhere.

[mochisdoll]

You must be out of your mind

Feat. Atsumu

I think this counts as my first hurt/comfort

“When are ya gonna take him back? He’s goin crazy without you.”

You looked over at Osamu slowly. “Why would I even want to talk to him? I want him crawling back to me on his knees.”

The two of you sat at the bar of Onigiri Miya. You had just finished cleaning up the shop for the night and had sat down for beers. You worked for Osamu whenever you were in town for extra cash.

“You know that will be hard for him.” He sighed. The two of you bickered often, but it had never gotten to the point of breaking up, until now.

“If he thinks he can just press rewind on our relationship, he must be out of his mind. He’s gonna beg, or else he’s not getting me back.”

“It’s been three weeks.” Osamu pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Exactly! He expects me to cave! He thinks I’ll run to him. He thinks I’m just enamored with him and he can do no wrong. But that’s not true.” You scoffed and look away. Your voice softened when you spoke again. “He thinks I’m crazy about him, but he hasn’t given me much reason to be. He doesn’t give me much proof that he cares. Even if I know he does, I don’t feel it. So in order for him to prove his feelings that he claims he has, he has to be the one to come to me.”

Osamu just listened quietly as you spoke. “I understand, but… no, I get it. He’s an ass who takes things for granted. He’s just going to have to get over himself.”

“Thank you. You can go ahead and go home now. I’ll finish closing, you worked yourself to the bone.” You said, collecting your empty beer bottles.

“Normally, I’d put up a fight and help but I’m dead tired. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Osamu gave you a wave over his shoulder and left.

You took your time closing up the shop, making sure everything was in order before you stepped out the door and locked it. But right after you opened the door you were met with the face of a very out of breath blond Miya.

“What do you want, Miya.” You said as you locked the door.

He winced at the sound of his surname but continued on anyways. “Samu told me what ya said.”

“Loosed lipped lightweight.” You muttered. Before he continued.

“I know I’m hard ta deal with, but I’m sorry that I haven’t made you feel loved.” He spoke so earnestly, staring into your eyes like he was searching for something in them. He reached your hands, rubbing his thumb over the back of them.

“It’s not that.” Oh god you were starting to tear up. “I just feel you’re scared of something, like you’re holding back, like you think you’re too cool to love me.” Now you were actually crying.

He pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “That’s not it! I just haven’t dated anyone this long, and afraid that if I get too intense, I’ll scare you away.”

“I want your intensity. I love you for it. I love how you put your all into everything.” You told him, pulling away to look into his love.

Now your teary eyed expression was really getting to him, and be began to tear up as well. “I love you, and I miss ya so much. I’m going crazy.”

You sniffle and smile. “I love you too. And miss you too.” You dive in for another embrace. “Take me home tonight?”

“Yer crazy if you think you’re getting away from me ever again. You said you wanted my intensity, well you’re getting it. The full force of my love.”

[jungwonenthusiast]

hii can i request bestfriends heeseung and y/n who have never done anything together but one night while having a sleepover things just go in that direction 👀👀👀 (using prompts 8 & 12 please🥺)

A/N: this is such a cute concept i love it (u didn’t specify who says what so i chose lol i hope thats okay, I also made hee a soft dom)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, cock warming

Word count: 3k

You tap lotion onto your face as Heeseung pulls his sheet mask off. He pats the remaining product into his skin.

“You don’t even need that,” you roll your eyes. “Your skin is already perfect.”

“Jealous?” he teases.

“Yes, I one hundred percent am.” you admit and he chuckles.

You finish up in the bathroom and then plop onto your bed. Heeseung leans over you and grabs the remote on your nightstand. He clicks to Bojack Horseman as always then lays down next to you, scrolling through his phone.

You kick him in the shin. “Gimme some space.”

He frowns and sprawls himself on top of you. “What, you don’t wanna love on me?”

You laugh and try to push him off. “I feel violated.”

He rolls away, chuckling.

You’re scrolling through tiktok together when a video of someone joking about porn comes up. You cackle and Heeseung looks at you.

“How do you know about that?” he asks, wide eyed.

“What do you mean?” you ask awkwardly.

“Do you watch porn?” he asks and you turn away from him, giggling.

“That’s a very private question.” you say, covering your face with your hands.

“So you do!” he exclaims and he’s blushing too.

You guys talked about sex occassionaly, only when you were sharing stories about hook ups though.

“What kind do you watch?” he says, only half joking and you punch him in the shoulder.

“That’s an extremely private question.” you say.

“I thought we were for lifers.” he replies and you laugh.

If he were a female friend you wouldn’t hesitate to tell her all of this, but for some reason he made you shy. You still remember when you became aware that he was a guy. It was the summer before tenth grade when he grew three inches, his voice dropped, and his shoulders began to broaden. It was the summer you became more aware of his masculinity and ever since then, things kind of changed. Not for the worse, things are just different now. 

You continue to scroll when another scandalous tiktok comes up. It said something about wanting to be dominated and taken control of.

You groan. “Why do I keep getting these things?”

“The for you page gives you things that it knows you’d like.” he remarks and you scrunch your nose at him. “What? I think it was pretty hot.”

You choke. “You’re a bottom?”

“No!” he guffaws. “I meant to be the giver in that situation.”

“Ohhh,” you say, trying not to get too embarrassed. The thought of him doing that to someone drove you a little insane.

“Are you?” he asks and you shove him.

“You weirdo.” you accuse and he holds his hands up.

“I just think best friends should know these things about each other.”

You shrug him off and turn your phone off. “I don’t trust my phone anymore, let’s watch yours.”

You scoot over to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

He scoffs. “I thought you wanted space?”

“Are you complaining?” you tease.

“Of course not.” He fake yawns to get his arm around you and you cackle.

He taps a gentle beat onto your shoulder while scrolling through instagram. You can’t help but tense up in his embrace. He had been a bit more touchy than usual lately; random hugs, playing with your fingers, adjusting your clothes, and tying up your shoelaces whenever he could.

“Wow I do not like this.” he says at someone’s prom outfit.

“Me neither,” you frown. “It’s kind of outdated.”

“When’s our prom?” he asks.

“I think in a month.”

“We’re going together right?” he asks and your heart skips a beat. You figured that you’d go together but him asking you made you anxious.

“Yeah,” you try to sound confident.

“Are we gonna coordinate our outfits?” he lightly squeezes your side and you squeal.

“But we’re not going as a couple.” you say and he rolls his eyes.

“So? It’d be weird to show up together with mismatched outfits.” he says and you nod in agreement. “Do you have an idea of what you wanna wear?” he asks.

“I think I wanna go more simple and do black.” you say and he groans.

“You always wear black dresses.”

“And? I look hot in them.” you defend.

“You’re right you’re right.” he accepts defeat and you giggle.

As the night goes on you slowly slump further into Heeseung’s side. At one point his arm goes numb so you scooch in front of him and rest your back against his chest. You’ve gotten used to being so close to him, and at this point you just wanted more.

His arms are wrapped loosely around you as you watch Coraline on the tv. He reaches up to run his hand through his hair but instead punches you decently hard in the boob. You yelp and hold your chest.

“Ahh! Sorry sorry!” he holds your shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

You can’t help but laugh through your pain. “Trying to make me lose a boob or something?”

“Noo, no I’m sorry, forgive me.” he asks, sounding genuinely worried.

Sure you were exaggerating your reaction, but what’s wrong with having a little fun with him.

You elbow him in the side and he cries out.

“Revenge.” you say with a smug smile.

He waits a moment before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back. He’s always stronger than you would’ve guessed. You yell as he climbs on top of you and begins to tickle your sides.

You kick around and try to push him off but he won’t budge.

“Get off, I’m dying!” you cackle from his relentless tickling.

“You asked for it.” he says.

“I thought we promised no tickle fights?” you grab a pillow to protect yourself but he’s quick to chuck it away.

“I had my fingers crossed.” he jokes.

You muster all of your strength and hook your leg around him to get him onto his back, a trick Jungwon taught you.

Without thought, you climb on top of him and pin his hands down. It take you a moment to realize what position you’re in. You both freeze for a second before bursting out laughing.

You fall onto your back, holding your chest.

“What the hell was that?” he asks, laughing. “Some fifty shades of gray type of shit.”

You kick him in the shoulder. “I’m sorry!” you say through a fit of giggles. You try to push yourself up but your legs are bent in a way that makes it a little tough. Heeseung assists you and pulls you up into a sitting position by your waist.

You’re still giggling a bit when you feel his nose brush against yours.

“Hi.” you whisper and he waits a moment before gently pushing his lips against yours. Your heart leaps into your throat but you try to stay calm as possible.

He pulls away (to your disappointment) and looks at you with wide eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-” he says and before he can finish your hold his face and kiss him back. His arms snake around your waist and he pulls you flush against him.

You can’t believe that this is happening. You wonder if all the things you’ve fantasized about would happen tonight. Of course not, you’re crazy, you think. But you could already imagine with hands adventuring your body, touching you just how you like it.

Your fingers dip into the back of his shirt collar. You’re barely touching his skin, but it still feels so special.

His lips move to your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. Your breath becomes increasingly ragged as his kisses become more open mouthed and messy.

He looks up at you. “Is this okay? Like do you want this?”

You nod eagerly and he smiles. “Cute.” he says to himself.

He gently rests you onto your back and traces your waist before pushing your top up. He peppers kisses all over your stomach and ribs before getting to the band of your bralette.

You blush. “I would’ve worn something nicer if I knew this was gonna happen.”

He shakes his head. “I like it, it’s pretty.”

You tug your shirt over your head along with your bra. He lets out a small gasp and you rush to cover yourself.

“Wait, no no.” he pulls your hands away.

“You’re making me shy.” you turn your head away and he chuckles.

“So perfect.” he says before softly kissing your chest.

You let out a small moan while running your fingers through his hair.

He slowly runs his tongue over your nipples while rubbing your sides. You can feel wetness starting to pool in your underwear.

You instinctively swivel your hips, looking for some kind of stimulation and he smiles.

“Do you need something?” he asks teasingly and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah,” you answer.

“What is it?”

You shake your head out of embarrassment.

“Well you’re gonna have to tell me or I’m just gonna leave you like this.” he says nonchalantly and you sigh.

You swallow your pride. “Touch me, please?”

“Attagirl.” he says and tugs your shorts off. “Show me how you like it.”

Your eyes widen. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” he says. “Show me first.”

You breathe in nervously before sliding your hand into your underwear. You circle your clit once and do your best to hold in a moan. He pulls your underwear to the side to watch you.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asks. “When you’re home alone and it’s late at night?”

You nod sheepishly and he smiles. “What do you imagine?”

“I’m not telling you,” you blush. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. If you tell me, I'll tell you what I think about too.” he suggests and you accept the deal.

“I-I imagine my fingers being yours,” you swallow thickly.

“Mhm,” he encourages you while gingerly kissing your thighs.

“And,” you hesitate for a moment. “I imagine your tongue on me, and you filling me up. What about you?”

He smiles. “I imagine touching you like this,” he rubs his hands down your thighs and reaches up to pinch your nipples. “I imagine kissing you here,” he kisses your inner thigh, “and here,” he kisses you so close to where you need him the most and you quiver. He grabs your hand and pushes your fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widen and he smirks. “You taste good.”

You nearly cum just from seeing and hearing that.

“I imagine doing this.” He lowers his head and licks a gentle stripe up your pussy. Your thighs snap around his head and he pushes them back open.

“Relax sweetheart, let me make you feel good.” he says before delving into you. Your back arches off the bed right away and your fingers find his hair. Goddamn he’s good.

He circles his tongue on your clit, hungrily but still gently.

“Fuck,” you exhale and he smiles.

He pushes a finger into you with ease and soon adds another. You roll your hips against his tongue as his fingers pump in and out of you. You whimper as the overwhelming pleasure runs through your body.

“Oh my god,” you squeak as your legs begin to shake. Already? You think.

His fingers stay at a steady pace as he messily sucks on your clit. You tug at his hair and he moans into you.

“Please don’t stop.” you beg and he obeys.

Your hips begin to lift off the mattress and he pins you down, keeping you in place. Your orgasm pours through you like sweet syrup, leaving you trembling under him.

He comes up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself. You wipe your juices off his chin with your thumb then lick it off.

He watches you in awe. “God you’re hot.”

You pull his hoodie over his head and push him onto his back. Your fingers trace his shoulders, then his waist, and every muscle on his torso. You kiss him down to the band of his sweats before pulling them down along with his Calvins.

His cock springs up and hits his lower stomach. You slowly kiss up his shaft then waste no time getting him in your mouth. He hisses and caresses your hair.

He hits the back of your throat every time you bob your head but you don’t care. His head drops back with a tempting moan.

“Fuck you’re good.” he says with a small smile.

You stroke the inches you can’t reach with your hand.

You wish you could imprint this image of him in your mind: his head lulling back, his adam's apple bobbing every time he swallows, his brows furrowing, his mouth parting open. You’re almost tempted to take a photo.

You take him all the way into your throat and swallow around him. The moan he lets out sounds better than a song.

You look up at him and watch him rake his hand through his hair. His abs contract every time you come down on him.

“Just like that,” he purrs, sending heat straight to your core.

You feel so dirty with your spit dripping down your chin but at the same time, it feels so good.

“Such a good girl,” he coos. “Sucking this cock so well.”

You nod at him and he smiles.

“Come here,” he pulls you into a position where he can reach you better and squeezes your ass. He tenderly traces his fingers down your spine before slowly pushing two fingers into you. You whine on his cock and he smirks.

“Still so wet.” he says while slightly curling his fingers, you jolt and he chuckles. “Feels good huh?”

You nod and he pets your hair. “Keep going, that’s it.”

His fingers pick up the pace as your sucking and licking becomes more sloppy.

His moans become more desperate and when he expects you to pull off you keep your head down, taking his cum down your throat.

“Did you just swallow?” he asks you, still breathing heavy.

You nod with a smile and he pulls you into a passionate kiss.

He flips you onto your back, eagerly kissing down your body before lining himself up with your entrance.

“Fuck me please,” you exhale and he smiles.

“Of course,” he pushes into you and you whine from the feeling. He stretches you out just right. “God you have good pussy.” he moans and you giggle.

He leans down to kiss you and you whimper into his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” you plead and he kisses your neck, sucking and nibbling to leave a hickey. “People are gonna see.” you say and he smiles.

“That’s the point.” he says. "Don’t you want people to know how good you are for me?”

You blush and nod.

“Give me one too sweetheart.” he says softly while leaning over you.

You rub up and down his sides while gently biting and licking at his neck, leaving a pretty red blush on his neck.

His fingers trail down to circle your clit while grinding his hips into yours. Your eyes roll back as he does so and he smiles. He can’t stop thinking about how captivating you are. He can’t take his eyes off you. Which gives him an idea.

He grabs your jaw and turns it to the mirror next to your bed. “Look at yourself.” he says.

Your heartbeat quickens, not used to seeing yourself in this state.

“Look how good you take it.” he says and you can’t deny it, you look hot as fuck.

He looks at you watching his cock disappear in and out of your cunt. You drag your hands over your waist and go to roll your nipples between your fingers.

His fingers are so slick on your clit from your juices and everything feels so good that you can’t really believe it.

He grabs onto the headboard for leverage and he looks so fucking good like this. Ever since he turned your head to the mirror, you can’t look away. You only turn to face him when your legs begin to shake and the fire in your stomach starts to dance.

“Please don’t stop,” you say with sparkling eyes. “I’m close.”

“Cum for me sweetheart,” he says right by your ear. “Be good.”

That alone sends you over the edge.

You’re back arches and your eyes roll back as your orgasm surges through you. He moans into your neck as he releases into you. You’re still pulsing around him when he finishes.

He kisses your cheeks as you come down for your high. “You did so well princess.”

You can’t help but cling to him and he chuckles. “I have to pull out of you eventually.”

“I like the way you feel.” you whine and he smiles.

You opt to cock warm him. He lays on his back and pulls you on top to straddle him. He gently pushes into you as you lay on his chest and enjoy the feeling.

He strokes your back and kisses your shoulder for a bit before he starts to subdtley thrust up into you.

You give him a look and he smiles at you sheepishly. “Wanna go again?”

[landinoandco]

Could I ask for a Max Verstappen request?

Where you get all excited to tell him you’re pregnant and it doesn’t go well. Could you make it super angsty

Of course you can :) here you go, I hope you enjoy! 

Max Verstappen x reader 

Warnings: angst but with fluff at the end

Word count: 2.2 k 

Requests are open...

Baby, the future is ours

At last the summer break had rolled around again, to the relief of the Formula one drivers and crew, they had 3 long weeks ahead of them to fill with whatever they deemed stress-free or relaxing. The subject of activity depending on person to person - most sane folk tended to stick to a holiday to Greece or if you were an adrenaline junkie like Daniel Ricciardo jumping out of planes or BMX biking. You had lost count of the times Max - your boyfriend - had rushed in to tell you about all of the exciting things his best friend had gotten up to as of late. 

You and Max had decided to take a break and travel to a cosy, quiet part of Italy - to escape the press, the stress and most importantly the eagle eye of social media. It would just be you and him for a few weeks before reality brought you back to Milton Keynes in the shape of Christian Horner and his motley crew. 

You and Max had met in 2018 at a gala event Redbull had hosted, Pierre Gasly - being a close friend of yours - had introduced you two and to say the pair of you hit it off instantly was an understatement, whether it was a mixture of the Dutch meets British humour you had no clue but you weren’t one to complain. A few months later and Max had asked you to travel around the world with him - you did so willingly and life had been nearing perfect ever since. Of course you had your ups and downs, where the universe seemed to really test not only your love for one and other but your patience. A few arguments had shown you that both being hot-headed never ended well. 

You were sat out on the balcony, a book in hand and looking out into the Italien countryside. Max had left for a run and to explore the local village, leaving you, your thoughts and your growing baby. You were pregnant - you had taken the test just before flying out, this meant that Max wasn’t aware. You hadn’t told him yet and you had no clue how you were going to. As it turns out telling your partner you were pregnant was easier said than done - ironically. 

You and Max hadn’t had the baby talk yet - you had but only along the lines of: “one day, when we’re older and married and driving isn’t the main priority anymore.” Those were Max’s words. He wanted to be there for his child, to watch him or her grow, to see every milestone but most importantly to be a good and nurturing father. 

There was part of you that was slightly worried because you just didn’t know how Max would take it - you couldn’t keep it in any longer though. You had to tell him. There was another part of you that was excited - from a very young age you knew you wanted to have a family of your own with the person you loved the most. Call it childish naivety. At this point in time, you were ready to become a mother - well as ready as anyone ever could be. 

Placing your book onto the table, you made your way into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it. Sighing loudly as you leant onto the countertop. 

“That was a loud sigh.” A voice called out from behind you. You recognised it instantly. Whipping your head around, you saw Max standing there, wiping the sweat from his forehead. 

Chuckling, you hit back, “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

Rolling his eyes, he made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your middle, placing a sweet, chaste kiss onto the side of your head. Leaning into his warm embrace, you let out another long but content sigh. 

“Seriously, what is it with you and sighing today.” Max uttered, his lips still against the side of your head. 

You went to move forward, out of his welcoming embrace. You knew what you had to do. 

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Instantly the atmosphere changed, you could feel Max stiffen behind you. Maybe the tone you chose to make that comment in was too serious but it was now or never. 

“Haha, which of your friends is pregnant this time.” He quipped jokingly, trying to break the tension. 

Instantly you knew the way the conversation was going to end, a pang of hurt felt in your stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut, catching your lip with your teeth. He stood there with an air of innocence and unknown, concern dancing in his eyes - he went to reach his arm out to you, to offer that encouragement. 

You braved the words that came out of your lips, “Me.” You almost whispered. Time seemed to slow. Max dropped his arm and instantly took a step back. 

“Pardon.” Was the only thing he could force out of his mouth, his throat seemed to close up and his hands went clammy. He definitely heard you the first time but he wanted to make sure it wasn’t a night terror. A bad dream he had failed to wake from. 

“I am, Max,” You said again, your voice wavering. 

“Oh.” He stated, his face drained of colour, his mouth set in a straight line. 

“Is that all you have to say.” You swallowed thickly, your eyes swam with tears. You had a hunch this was how it was going to end but it didn’t stop is from hurting the way it did. You had hoped he would have proved you wrong, to have wrapped his arms around you and to have spun you around. To have laughed. To have cried. To have shown a little more excitement to the fact you were now carrying his child. His first child. 

You moved past him and sat down on one of the wooden chairs, rubbing your hands over your face. He was still stood there. His eyes fixated on the view out of the window. No emotion read in his eyes. It was almost like you had hit the ‘off’ button. He tapped his foot and made a clicking noise with his mouth before turning around to face you - meeting your gaze. 

“How long have you known.” His voice was hoarse.

“A couple of days before we flew out.” You answered him, moving your face back to rest in your hands. 

There was a pause. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner.”

You took a breath, looking him dead in the eye. “Because I knew this was how you were going to react.” You didn’t trust your voice at all, you also didn’t know whether you wanted to scream at him or cry in the corner. 

“Right.” Was all he said. Still stood there like some awkward teenager after a rather large telling off from their mother. 

“Is that all you have to say to me?” You asked him, nostrils flaring. You were allowed to be angry, right? 

“What do you expect me to say.” He rounded on you, his voice raising more than was necessary. Tears had spilled down your cheeks, you didn’t have the energy to fight back. As soon as he realised the effect this was having on you, he went to move forward again, his eyes softening instantly. “I’m sorry - I - I shouldn’t have raised my-”

“Get out, Max.” You stated lowly. By this point, you had stood up, shuddering away from his desperate grasp. He knew he had made a mistake. You knew he regretted it, the moment the words had left his mouth. 

“Get out?” He repeated quietly, his voice cracking, you could see tears glazing his vision. 

“Just - please, go on a walk - come back once you have more to say to me.” You spat.

“But - But I already have more to say-” You cut his rambling off once again. 

“Please. Max.” You insisted, your voice betraying you again. “Go.” You whispered. 

Max stormed out of the door, ensuring to slam it so hard the chandelier on the ceiling swung precariously. You sank back into your chair and let out a loud sob, unable to hold it in any longer. 

Max was mad. Not at you, that would be unfair. He was mad at himself. At the world. At everything actually because at this point why the hell not. You were pregnant - don’t get him wrong, he was over the moon. He was going to be a dad. 

It was too soon. 

He still had his full F1 career ahead of him. A promising and long F1 career as a matter of fact. He wanted a baby to be his main priority and he wanted to share those one in a lifetime moments with you. He knew there was no point in being mad, it wasn’t like they were in a position where they couldn’t have a child. They had plenty of things to offer, a nurturing home with parents who were head over heels in love with each other and a large family - blood and not - who would be willing to support and love the child as if it was their own. Max really was in love with you. He knew it would be you to mother his children in the end, he just didn’t think it would be now. 

He reached for his phone, went into his contacts and pressed on the number that read the name: “D.R new phone.” Whilst it wasn’t adventurous like many thought it would be, it saved the confusion from calling a number that no longer existed. 

Daniel picked up on the second ring. “Hey dude, how’s it going?” 

“Not good at all, Dan, not good at all.” Max admitted, his voice wavering once again. He explained the events that had happened a mere 5 minutes ago, the way he reacted and the way he left you. Hurt and alone.

“I’m not going to lie to you, mate, you’ve fucked up big time.” Dan spoke after what felt like a loud silence. After all, Daniel knew you just as well as he knew Max. 

“I know. I know I have, do you think I’ve been selfish?” He asked, his tone full of raw emotion. 

“Yes.” Dan stated simply, “I think you have been, especially since she even told you this is how she thought you would react. How much stress do you think she had been putting on herself? Come one, I’ve taught you to be better than this.” Daniel paused, Max could almost hear him place his thumb and ring finger onto the bridge of his nose. “You know, just as well as I know, she knows it isn’t the best time. Her becoming pregnant is very much a two person job, I think it’s time that you go back to her and have a conversation like the adult I know you are.” 

In that moment, Max was so grateful to have someone like Dan just a call away. “Thank you, Dan. Really. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

“Alright Mr Father-to-be, don’t be going all soppy on me now.” Daniel joked, returning back to his normal teasing. That was the best thing about Daniel, he was quite useful when you needed him to be. 

“You can count yourself on being the godfather after that.” Max added, a large beaming smile plastered onto his face. 

He heard Dan let out a loud laugh, “Go on, leave me be. Good luck, mate, let me know how it goes and when the time is right tell her I say congrats.” 

“Of course, mate. Thank you, again.” Max muttered, looking back in the direction of the villa. After he hung up, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and ambled slowly - working out exactly what he was going to say to you. 

Once he had opened the door, he called out to you. “Babe?” He heard a sniffle in response. You were still slumped on the chair in the kitchen, shooting daggers at the cupboard opposite. 

Max sat opposite you, reaching out for your hand. Grudgingly you let him take it, you blinked and he took a deep breath before a large, beaming smile crept onto his face.

“We’re going to be parents.” He rubbed the back of your hand, speaking tentatively. You nodded, your lower lip trembled. Max stood up, still keeping a hold of your hand as he gave it a slight tug, indicating that you should stand up. You made your way into his embrace, his arms wrapping securely around you, tucking your face into the crook of your neck as he rocked gently side to side, burying his face into your hair. He then moved his hands to cradle your face, wiping the stray tears away before peppering your face with feather light kisses. 

“We’re going to be parents.” He repeated, a little louder and to this you let out another sob, laughing as he picked you up and spun you around. 

“I’m sorry. I was being selfish.” He said, as he wrapped you back up into his arms. You smiled into his chest. In that moment, you couldn’t be happier. It was like all of your childhood dreams had come true. In that kitchen stood your new family, mismatched and sometimes a little bit broken but you wouldn’t have it any other way.