#monkey on ceiling fan

[hoarding-gremlin]

Their tears are filling up their glasses

No expression, no expression

Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow

No tomorrow, no tomorrow

[willqraharn]

Traditional Family Room - Family Room Inspiration for a large timeless open concept medium tone wood floor game room remodel with no fireplace, a wall-mounted tv and blue walls

[w0rmdahl]

the ring girl — MM

gif ©: magnusedom, mkayoung, ayoedebiris

film: monkey man (2024)

synopsis: tiger's temple never had a ring girl, nor one as straightforward as their first would turn out to be. however, unbeknownst to anyone who'd interacted with her in the workplace, she was no mere ring girl — at least she wouldn't be by the end.

word count: 3.7k

featuring: kid, (oc) ishani, tiger

warnings: (it's monkey man be fr) strong language, misogynistic themes

a/n: pssst! this was originally just an outline for me (similar to 'the beginning' for ilyily) but i wanted to provide backstory b4 i posted anything else for MM! hope you enjoy :)

he remembered the first time he saw her; the black sheep with her head down as she entered the locker room of the arena, a meager woman compared to the grimy crowd of men housed inside. like a lamb in the lions' den — or tiger's temple, perhaps — eyes would begin to collect on the anomaly in the room and people started to further notice the oddities of the situation, including himself as he peeled off the signature monkey mask. without the latex obstructing his view kid could now see the substantial gashes and bruises along her skin, the determination in her eyes as she walked herself right up to his boss, jaw clenching once he'd noticed her.

"what the fuck are you doing here?"

"you're tiger, is that right?"

the greasy-haired man sneered. "and who the fuck are you?"

kid would slam his locker shut from his place across the room and, though he was all ready to go and rest for the night, he'd linger around to keep an eye on tiger whilst he spoke with the willful woman peering up at him through narrowed eyes.

"you need a ring girl." she said simply — matter-of-fact. "i need a job. maybe we could work something out."

tiger's face would screw up into a look of disbelief as he glanced around the audience surrounding to see the commotion, a mixed reaction from the crowd bringing his attention back to her. he'd mirror her folded arms and cocked brow before responding half as professional and twice as patronizing, utterly unsuspecting of the girls' smile that would follow.

"we don't need a ring girl."

the dark-haired woman almost chuckled. "course you do; why do you think ring girls exist?"

tiger now actually took a moment to ponder her query — the first, not the second. the second was obvious. but that was exactly why he paused; this random girl off the street was opting to be ogled at in a bad part of town just for a job. who knows, maybe it could even bring in new audience members — but his wildest ideas more focused on the limitations of her willingness. how far would she be willing to go for money?

a cagy smile would curl the boss's bitten lips before he laughed and swiped a misplaced hair behind his ear. "you..." he trailed off and shook the deceit from his thoughts, "you've got yourself a deal, there. come back tomorrow at 4 and we'll talk details."

she'd offer a mere nod before beginning to turn, halted by tiger's voice booming off the tile flooring once more. "wait! what the fuck is your name?" the woman casted her sharp gaze over her shoulder when the pseudonym left her mouth.

"ishani."

tiger would then be abandoned to stew in his suspicion about her as she exited the same way she came, leaving the room to erupt in conversations left utterly unheard by kid who'd exited out the back door as soon as ishani was out of sight. by the time he laid down with his eyes on the ceiling fan, the occurrences of the day wholly left his mind, replaced with the abrasive memories that kept his eyes open until the sun rose. and then, just like every day, he would return to the ring once more to be beaten until the crowd was happy — the only difference being the new ring girl wearing half as many clothes as when he'd last seen her and a smile that didn't convince the monkey man one bit.

the months that followed ishani's arrival took some adjusting to get used to. matches changed, payment changed, tiger changed. at first it was just getting used to a woman being in the building — especially one dressed the way ring girls did. the other men were like starved dogs in overheard conversations that had him keeping a closer eye on them — to the point that he began noticing each and every snide comment that accused of 'not belonging' and weird notes left from a 'secret admirer' on her mirror. it was all tough to stomach even for him so he couldn't begin to imagine how she felt walking home at night.

but then it was the audience that changed. sure, she was booed here and there at the beginning in favor of the actual fighting they'd come to bet on, but after a while she started gaining traction. there were men who'd come only to cheer when she stepped into the ring with that stupid sign, eagerly waiting by the back door until her shift was over to ask for her number or who to bet on next. there was even an incident where a sold-out show for two unpopular fighters was terminated early due to the absence of life in the crowd when ishani wasn't visible, but the important detail to tiger hadn't been the lack of enthusiasm for the actual fight, it was the attention and money he made without the fight.

the locker room became a slaughterhouse by the time tiger started favoring ishani. talks of how 'desirable' she was turned into how pesky she was, perverted smooches turned into arrogant scoffs, and all the while ishani remained totally uninterested in it all. she kept her head down and did what she had to do, which often entailed skimpier outfits than typical or (objectively worse) humoring the sweaty patrons for 900 rupees an hour. either way, she continuously endured the bitter tasks put forth day by day without ever making a fuss until finally, on an evening as regular as any other, she seemed to snap.

it came after an apparently tough day when she walked into the building with her hair tied in a rat's nest at the top of her head and dark circles under her eyes to emphasize the frown creased besides her nostrils. tiger had begun calling out to her as she swung open the door to her personal storage closet and, without uttering a word, slammed the door shut behind her. the peeved man would then look around to see if anyone else had witnessed this variation in her demeanor, naive to the eyes behind the monkey mask watching his every move under a microscope.

she was sour from that point on, the perpetual scornful knitting of her brows evident to anyone who cared to look from the beginning of her shift until the very end. she'd kept her mouth sewn shut the entire day even when tiger called her over before she could change and grab her stuff to leave the vile workplace — even when he'd asked her to 'have a drink' with a customer for another hour — even when said customer spilt his drink down her front. only when kid noticed the grubby hand on her thigh creeping inward did ishani finally release whatever had been caught on her tongue all day, her own drink now being thrown in his face.

"fuck off you worthless pig! keep your dirty dick in your pants and leave me the fuck alone!"

any and all conversations from lingering individuals in the vicinity would cease entirely upon hearing the howl released from the formerly well-mannered ring girl. caught in the sights of her boss and coworker for two entirely different reasons, ishani shot up from her seat to storm off from the man at the table, called after only by tiger as she made her way toward the locker rooms.

"ishani!"

she didn't even glance back at him, continuing her way out of the central arena to leave the bewildered audience behind as she disappeared into the employee-only section of the building. kid would catch himself rushing through any leftover tasks before he could go home with ishani in the forefront of his mind, holding on to the hope that he could run into her before she'd left and offer some sympathy for her day — only to find the locker room entirely empty when he grabbed his bag. with the release of a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, he'd opt instead to simply keep an eye on her tomorrow and make sure she was alright, stepping out the back door with slumped, aching shoulders.

— and then, as he took in a deep breath of the fresh air on the second step, his eyes would be quicker than his mind to notice the figure in his peripheral. by the time he recognized her, ishani's attention was already on him, sitting slumped against the brick wall with a quirked brow at the lanky man on the eroding staircase.

finally, after months of mutual intrigue and accidental eye contact with the other who seemed to be watching when they weren't looking, kid and ishani would interact for the first time with a comfortable breeze between them and hushed voices under the twinkling stars.

"are you okay?" he'd asked sincerely. the wind brushed her hair from her cheeks as she replied, "yeah. all good." and yet, he could've sworn he'd noticed a glum cadence in her words.

"do you want me to call a taxi?"

"it's alright, but thank you." she produced a small smile identical to the other sad grins presented throughout the day. "just waiting for him to go home before i leave."

him — the man at the bar. kid was already leaning on his heel to turn back inside. "i can tell him to leave." he could almost see the rain clouds looming over her head begin to part as her downturned smile grew brighter, unalloyed while her shoulders straightened out.

"i'd appreciate that."

she spoke with the gratitude obvious in her sparkling eyes, and so, with the simple nod of his head, kid would then head back inside to oblige. he'd even go as far as to exit out the front door for his walk home just to make sure the perverse man didn't turn back around, all the while contemplating his limited interactions with the ring girl. unbeknownst to him, this decision would finally grace ishani with the first real smile she'd experienced in a long while, one that remained imprinted all the way home as if to remind herself how to do it.

the days following this incident would proceed as normal if not for the instances when their eyes caught from across the room once more, a different kind of smile on her lips than the one he’d grown used to. it caught him totally off guard the first time and left him utterly unsure of how to react or respond before she was whisked away by tiger to fulfill another duty in the day. however, by the second honest smile kid had become certain this wasn't just a fluke, mustering the courage and the will to push through the throbbing in his jaw as he replicated her grin. it wasn't nearly as genuine or convincing as ishani's, but it was there, and that's all that really mattered in her eyes.

day by day, little by little, kid and ishani's smile-laced glances would grow friendlier and friendlier despite their lack of communication — even getting to the point where others had begun to notice.

"making after work plans, there, kong?" cobra would snicker as he took a step closer to the beast on the other side of the ring.

"stop talking and hit me."

it wasn't until a little over two weeks after they'd spoken that ishani and the monkey man would be in contact with one another again, finding themselves interacting once more due to a complex work situation;

he was waiting against the wall of tiger’s perpetually locked office door when he’d noticed her enter the locker room — practically barging through the greasy guys with hands balled into fists as she walked right past him and up to tiger's office. she'd knock with heavy knuckles against the chipped oil paint and, after a brief pause, the door would swing open to reveal their hasty-looking employer with an astounded and somewhat irritated expression on his face.

"ishani," tiger hummed with condescension weaved in his tone "i don't suppose this could wait."

she stood her ground with a simple "no," replicating his low octave but without the distain present in her vocal cords. kid swore he could still sense it.

“alright,” their boss sighed and pulled the door open further to let her in. “grab a seat.”

before entering ishani would promptly glance over at the bloody man leaned into the wall beside her, a look of what he could only describe as sympathy creasing her features. this puzzling gesture urged him now to respond the only way he could — the only way they did — and earned her a comforting smile as she started to head inside. the minuscule flash of her grin appeared on her lips for only a second before she then disappeared from his view, completely failing to close the door behind her.

the monkey man wasted only a moment on internal debate before deciding to inch closer to the doorway and listen in, back pressed flat to the wall and eyes forward while he overheard their conversation. she must've left the door open for a reason, right?

"it's like i've told you before,” tiger spoke in an annoyed grumble “that isn't how business works, and that isn't how this is going to work — if it did work like that i'd be the richest person in the world tomorrow, but unfortunately company comes before personnel."

"all i'm asking is for you to stick to your word. i don't expect any favors. just respect."

"respect?" he asks with an exasperated thinness, a scoff caught in his throat. "respect you?"

ishani, on the other hand, is surprisingly calm despite her previous demeanor. “would you break a promise with someone you respect?” tiger finally scoffs.

“what promise, ishani? i never promise anything to anyone — especially not the ring girl with a fake name who prances around for money.”

kid can almost hear the smirk in her voice. “the ring girl whose made you an extra few thousand rupees every night? s’that the one you’re talking about? — because if so, that’s even more of a reason to keep your word.”

there is a beat before tigers response that left the eavesdropping man outside to ponder his own theories of what he was doing during this time. maybe he was pushing his tongue in his cheek to keep his big mouth from saying something he shouldn’t. maybe he was brushing his hair behind his ears as the thought of a cool and collected response. maybe —

“i don’t give hand-outs, ishani.”

on the contrary to his mulling, her answer was immediate. “that is such bullshit, man! you rig every match! how am i asking too much when you make me to stay late every night just to laugh at some sweaty guys' jokes? not to mention the other things you beg me to do. and yet i never complain and i never whine — which is why i asked you last week for my pay today. i need that money today, tiger.”

kids brows would furrow upon hearing this new information. he knew tiger did things under the table, of course, everyone did! most matches were rigged and he did ask ishani to sit with some overzealous customer just about every night, however her emphasis on other things caught his full attention, the implications nearly baring his teeth.

"i can't give you your pay tonight. best i can do is friday."

"friday?" ishani repeats, her volume raised higher than before "it's tuesday, tiger — how am i going to eat tonight? how will i wash my clothes tomorrow? what am i supposed to do until friday?"

"honestly, i don't know, but i believe you'll figure it out. now, i have somewhere to be, so i will see you tomorrow." tiger's annoyance is now outwardly apparent in his voice.

"that's it? i should just go fuck myself then?"

"if that's what you wish to call it, sure; go fuck yourself — now get out of my office."

from around the corner kid can hear a chair screeching as its legs skid against the ground before landing with a thud. then, ishani's swift but heavy footsteps, her face beet red as she exited the office in the same manner as she had arrived. and before kid even has the chance to do or say anything, tiger is peeking his head out to see who else had been looming around to speak with him.

"you come to make demands, too?"

make demands. he noted tiger's verbiage before shaking his head.

"all right, let's get this over with."

kid would almost hobble out the back door for a cigarette after his match when he’d noticed ishani already two steps ahead, mid-drag as she looked over to see who'd stumbled into her alone time. of course it was the monkey man — who else? she exhaled the smoke before speaking.

"i always feel sorry for kong. looks painful."

her voice seemed so much softer when directed at him, though maybe that was just the foreignness of them actually speaking to one another. kid took a moment to respond while restraining a wince from the shift in weight as he worked down the second step. “don't feel sorry, kong's 'the beast.'" ishani shifted to face him when he arrived at the third.

"is he, though? or is that just how he's made out to be?"

kid would have to pause once more in order to work through what she was saying — what the true meaning was hidden in the ambiguity — and more importantly what he was going to say back. he’d watch her take another drag with her eyes fixed on him, finally making it down to the final step before deciding to mirror her intentional vagueness. “does it matter by this point?”

the warm twinkle in her eyes ran cold upon hearing this response, now more of a troubled glint as she pulled her gaze from his silhouette trudging to lean against the brick. from her peripheral she could see him fishing for something in his pockets and her own free hand would subconsciously slip into hers, the other bringing the menthol back to her lips. “i think so…” she’d trail off, and for a moment, that was that.

and then he was the one to suddenly speak, his tone barely over a whisper after a long exhale of billowing smoke. “can i ask you something?”

“sure.”

“why’d you leave the door open?”

a deceitful smirk graced her lips as she took another drag in what he assumed was an act to postpone her answer. “because.” ishani hummed lowly, “i didn’t want you to think i was soft.”

this took him aback entirely. of all hypotheses he had conjured up over the last two hours to explain her varying demeanor, this was not one of them, didn't even make the list. kid's adams apple bobbed while he swallowed the hesitance in his vocal cords, her gaze returning to his just in time to catch this quirk.

"i don't."

the warmth in her eyes would return again after these words left his mouth, and though she would only smile in that sincere manner she had revealed all those days ago, it felt as though she wanted to say something; the corners of her lips twitching as her eyes flicked between his. how awfully he wished to hear it — her thoughts on his rare transparency — but ishani would remain utterly silent with the grin on her face fighting to show teeth. kid would grow timid quickly under the pressure of her gaze and silence, unintentionally prodding him to abruptly blurt out what he'd been poring over since the moment he'd left tiger's office.

“do you know ‘kings?’ the elite club in uptown mumbai?”

ishani’s brows furrowed as she shook her head. “no, i don’t think so.”

“well…” he took a breath in an attempt to navigate how to go about this, each explanation coming off worse and worse. he looked off to the skyline. “all the wealthy businessmen go there to pay for girls to laugh at their shitty jokes. if anyone could do it..."

there was a beat before her response that left kid out in the cold for the few milliseconds it took her to find what to say, the anxiety in his chest rising until an entirely unfamiliar sound eased his swirling worries, light and harmonious in the night chirping with crickets. he'd glance back over at ishani to find her restraining the giggles emitting from her throat with her pointer on her lips, eyes now looking back up at him as she smiled.

"you trying to pimp me out?"

her apparent delight would grow along with her grin as she watched his face flush with the unsure and somewhat nervous chuckles falling from his split lips. "that is what it sounds like, huh?" he'd look away to ash the dwindling cigarette between his trembling fingers "just wanna help, is all. promise."

ishani turned towards him even more now, inadvertently catching his full and undivided attention, though she simply pressed the butt of her dead cigarette into the brick. "see?" she spoke sweetly — knowingly as she took half a step toward the back door with a vivid twinkle in her eye, "kong's not as bad as people make him out to be."

and with that, she turned, filter in hand as she monitored him all the way to the back door. with her fingertips grazing the rusted handle ishani would offer one last salute towards the monkey man before finally heading back inside, leaving him alone against the brick to ponder their interactions once more. the absence of her response had his suspicion snowballing on how she'd taken the offer and, with another puff of tobacco, kid found himself accepting her subtle rejection.

— so imagine his shock the next day when he'd exited the kings' kitchen for a breath of fresh air only to find ishani doing the same.

"hey," she'd smile, a familiar glow in her gaze on the dumbfounded man "funny seeing you here."

[esggs]

5 : 14 AM - satosugu

“Thought you said that you’re quitting, Suguru?”

Suguru smiled at his lover’s face, blowing a smoke ring towards him. Satoru didn’t appreciate it, but considering all the things Suguru has done that he doesn’t appreciate, smoking is easy to forgive. Satoru fanned the cigarette-smell away with a hand. “You said the girls didn’t like you smoking?”

“They don’t.” Suguru answered. He found it a bit cute that Satoru would check up on Nanako and Mimiko indirectly like this. “That’s why I do it secretly.” 

Satoru just grunted his annoyance. He was still lying naked in bed, eyes unwrapped, post-orgasm bliss slowly dissipating into the gnawing frustration that only Geto Suguru could cause. The other man had cleaned both of them up and was now sitting cross legged on the easy-chair next to the bed. They were so close: if both of them looked at each other, their lips would touch.  

Suguru dragged a puff. “The girls follow this idol who’s been pushing for an anti-smoking campaign. Mimiko’s ballet teacher talks about staying healthy a lot too.” The girls are growing up well, Satoru. Don’t worry about them. 

“You won’t listen to me.” Satoru complained. “At least listen to them, then. Stop smoking so much. I can see that your stomach walls are getting weaker.” Suguru looked a bit surprised at this, as if he wasn’t expecting Satoru to bring that up, even though he knew nothing could be hidden from the Six Eyes. It was true, lately Suguru had been finding it harder and harder to stomach curses. “It’s probably the smoke killing your internal organs, Suguru.”

“Ah, it could be a lot of other things, Satoru.” Suguru lightly brushed off his concern, but he did douse the cigarette out anyway. “Stress, diet, could be stomach ulcers– don’t just blame the first thing you see . You still keep doing that?” Satoru was obviously not convinced, but chose not to argue further. He just stared at the ceiling of Suguru’s bedroom. He’d memorised that wallpaper pattern at this point. 

“Aren’t you getting late for work, Satoru? The sun will be rising soon.”

“The sun tends to do that.”

Suguru chuckled. To Satoru, it warmed his skies the same whether he was 17 or 26 years old. Such a delicate, tinkling laugh. “Move aside then, Satoru. I’m tired too,” he said, crawling under the blankets next to Satoru. “Didn’t get much rest last night, and I have to fix up so many monkeys today.”

Suguru liked saying things like that to bait Satoru. Satoru knew that. Suguru knew that Satoru knew that. Neither reacted to it.  

Satoru didn’t enjoy coming to see Suguru like this. Once or twice every year, he would end up in Suguru’s bed, unhappy about the circumstances but unwilling to leave. They’d spend one secret night together. Unlike back in those days where they talked about anything under the sun, they avoided talking about almost everything now. The past was too painful, the future a dead-end. Satoru couldn’t ask, “What did you do today, my Suguru?”, because then his Suguru would answer truthfully and the blind peace that Satoru had woven out of this situation would shatter immediately. So they talked about Shoko, smoking, Nanako and Mimiko, and the state of Suguru’s stomach. 

He could feel Suguru falling asleep in his arms. Satoru raked his eyes over Suguru’s handsome chest, branded with the large X scar. He’d offered to fix it a few times, but Suguru would sternly refuse. He knew that Suguru wore that day on his heart every single day since then, replaying it in his head constantly, until he had brainwashed and re-brainwashed himself to this point. Riko Amanai’s corpse. The applause. That one man. That one day that drove them both to insanity. 

“You’re sweating, Satoru. Take the heavier blanket off and move closer, you’ll be leaving soon anyway.” 

He did.

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a/n: satosugu angst save me. save me satosugu angst. satosugu angst.

i keeping mushing takumi from nana and geto suguru together in my head even though geto would kill him within 15 mins if they met

i love the metaphor of 'willingly blind', gojo choosing to blindfold himself to geto's sins, until the very last moment, which is the only time in canon jjk 0 that gojo finally takes his blindfolds off, and sees geto as he truly is then: dead.

[lost-in-fandoms]

I know maybe you're not in the mood right now but any thoughts about Tarzan!Max? I'd accept thoughts about any of your pics because everything is amazing tbh but there's something about Tarzan!Max discovering a new world through Daniel and discovering how amazing is to fall in love.

Does Daniel take him to his farm? I think Max in Daniel's farm would be hilarious, amazed by everything and finding a family in Daniel's family too.

babe i am always down to talk about my boy in all and any situations! sorry this took a while, i took a little nap and then couldn't think about anything but!!!

(the first thing I thought was like..how do you get a whole person through customs. obviously max doesn't have a passport or any form of id so would they have to go through a sort of immigration procedure? but he's not emigrating from anywhere???? i guess i'll leave that problem to them sdfbdjhbf)

I love the idea of Daniel taking Max to his farm.

I'm imagining like. The jungle is Max's home right? But I imagine he's a little less in contact with his monkey pack. He likes to wander around and he has his own little hidey holes and his own places to sleep. So when he imprints on Daniel, he sees Daniel's "pack" as his new family. (and I am now thinking about Max trying to "groom" Daniel or Josh or whoever, gently raking his fingers through their hair and fiddling with their clothes and cleaning dirt smudges away after licking his thumb).

So when Daniel asks if Max wants to go with them, both because he can't imagine leaving another human being in the jungle and because he can't imagine leaving Max behind, Max goes. And in whatever way they manage to do it, Daniel brings him to his farm.

He understands that Max will probably never be ready to live in a city or close to a lot of people, he needs to be close to nature, and even if the nature in Daniel's farm is different from the jungle, it's still better than most options.

I imagine at first Max will struggle to adapt. He is used to have a lot of space to roam, to have trees to swing from, a whole different climate, a whole different diet. and now Daniel asks he wears at least underwear and a tshirt most of the time, he has to eat different foods, it rains so much less? where is the rain? how is he supposed to be clean if there is no river?

Daniel has to really help him through a lot. it helps that Max is learning to communicate more and more every day, but sometimes they bump into a new roadblock that they weren't expecting, and Daniel is reminded about how different Max's life has been so far. (would love to explore an overstimulated-by-electronic-noises max when i have more energy maybe. or a deeply-sad-because-where-is-my-jungle max)

But I think Max also really enjoys learning new things. He is delighted by some of the simplest things, which makes Daniel look at life in a different way too. How did he never realise how amazing forks and knives are? why does he think so little about how incredible it is to be able to make ice in his own freezer? the wonders of a ceiling fan???

I can picture Max spending long minutes just staring at things. Clocks, the washing machine, the fan, the turned off television, the kitchen sink tap. turning lights on and off. flushing the toilet over and over. And I can also picture him taking apart stuff and then (try to) put it back together, like the toaster (was never the same), the blender (was left with several pieces on the counter), the tv remote (tried to eat the buttons).

Max being terrified of Daniel's phone and then, when he gets used to it, absolutely fascinated by it. Asking so many questions about everything that Daniel doesn't know the answer to and forcing him to look them up because Max will simply not stop asking until he has a satisfying answer.

On the other hand, Max taking care of the vegetable garden and the animals. Being so incredible at it that it becomes mainly his job. They're different from the animals he's used to, but he is amazed by the chickens and loves them so much. Sometimes he likes to just sit with them and pet them softly. He becomes best friends with the donkey and the alpacas. maybe Daniel gets him bunnies and at first he's worried Max will kill them when he's hungry, but Max is so so gentle with them and loves them all so much.

And in all this, Max loves Daniel. He does his best to make Daniel food, gives him little "gifts" (eggs from the chickens, tomatoes from the garden, a clean sweater straight from the drier, a glass of water with clinking ice), curls up around him at night because he always refuses to sleep in his own bed. He's very protective of Daniel and gets upset when Daniel needs to leave the farm for errands or other things.

And Daniel shifts from I am very fond of this weird jungle boy to I would very much love to sleep in your arms for the rest of my life with a side of oh my god when is this beefy jungle guy gonna rail me. He sees how gentle and sweet and smart Max is, how quickly he learns about things and adapt to this new life, how interested he is about everything, how he takes care of Daniel, the farm, the animals, and can't help but fall in love with it all.

And the first time Daniel kisses Max at the farm, they're on the couch, Max watching something on the tv, almost without blinking, and Daniel watching Max. He calls his name and when Max turns (because Daniel will always be more important than anything else, even if the guy in the tv is cooking beef and Max is kind of hungry) Daniel kisses him. Max stays still for a bit and then when Daniel pulls back Max licks his cheek in response. It's not perfect, but Daniel can teach him. and Max always learns.

[ronwestbreeze]

bow to me

pairing: geto suguru x non-sorcerer!reader warnings: gore and violence, use of the word "monkey" lol summary: you're your mother's deadliest sin word count: 5.1k author's note: i had fun with this one, hehe. hope you guys like it <3

part 1 | read on AO3

You weren’t a cursed spirit.

Or maybe you were, you weren’t necessarily well-versed in the world of curses and sorcerers. You just knew them by name.

You weren’t human.

Well, maybe you were, just a different kind. Cursed.

Yeah.

Maybe you were cursed.

There was an eerie quiet now. Your mind had never been so quiet. Not in a long time.

It was a rarity. This silence.

You decided that this was what peace felt like and that you weren’t going to let it go. You weren’t going to deny yourself any longer.

In the end, it was pathetically funny. Pretending to be normal whenever you never were. From birth, you had always been like this. So, you leaned back in the chair, your arm covering your face, and laughed.

And laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

It was hilarious.

The bodies lying at your feet were quiet as stone. But you figured they’d laugh too if they were alive.

Once your laughter went to giggles, you peeked over your arm and stared up at the ceiling fan.

“You’re your mother’s deadliest sin.” You sang to yourself. At least that’s what your father always said.

“She’s saved!”

Applause.

Applause.

Applause.

You dropped your face into your hands and shivered. Bile coated your throat, tightened with such conviction. But none of it was from the stench of the bodies around you. It wasn’t the taste of flesh on your tongue.

Tears spilled out of your eyes uncontrolled.

You laughed. You cried. You couldn’t really tell anymore.

“You won’t have to suffer anymore.”

Applause.

Applause.

Applause.

What the hell were they clapping for?

You opened your eyes, staring straight at one of the bodies lying down in front of you. Lifeless eyes that were once pleading for mercy, staring back at you. And for an instant, that little voice—the you a year ago, still trying to be human, still trying to live life as a regular sixteen-year-old—whimpered.

What am I doing?

You were cursed.

No, no, no, I promised I would. I promised!

Your father saw you as a blessing.

What am I doing? This isn’t me. This isn’t—

And your mother died for it.

“Now you can rest, my sweet girl.”

Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.

Your breathing was shaky. But your body gave in multiple times. You sat up straighter, taking in all the bodies in the small living room.

Perhaps, you went a little far this time.

Then again, you’ve been hungry for a long time now.

“Do you have any more rice balls?”

You remembered their little faces so vividly. The only memory you allowed to snake its way through your mind while pushing everything else back into the tight box.  So detailed. Precious. Undeserving of this world.

You failed them. You should’ve fought harder and killed the townspeople yourself.

Unfortunately, someone had beaten you to it.

2007

It’s been a pretty hellish day.

Granted, it might’ve been partially your fault.

You had gone on another binge but made sure to keep the bodies to a minimum of five this time around. But you supposed that was still too much because it drew some unwanted attention.

Usually, you kept to yourself at an abandoned hospital south of Tokyo. That was where you fed and left the bodies to rot. No one questioned it since many locals tended to stay away from the hospital. Something about it being haunted.

The haunted part was also, technically your fault but that’s beside the point.

Earlier in the day, it was pretty regular. You had a new job working at a café which gave you a lot of access to coffee in case you got a little squirmy around people, especially flesh. And the job had been pretty steady, you’ve been in the city for about half a year now. And it’s been pretty simple.

You’ve somewhat learned to control your hunger, choosing certain days to feed. Choosing the type of people to feed from, such as perverted men or just men in general whenever you felt extra pissed that day. Rarely did you go after women unless you were really, really hungry.

Children were off limits.

Sorcerers were a rarity. And all the more fun.

So what you expected as your usual day suddenly turned interesting when an older man you were serving started asking you strange questions.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not on the menu, sir.” Was your casual answer with the usual customer service smile.

The man grinned, “Wow, you almost seem convincing. I’m impressed.” He leaned his elbows on the table with a smug smirk, “Curses have gotten so advanced in this day in age, especially compared to when I first started.”

You kept your face neutral, “Sir, are you going to order or not?”

You weren’t human.

You knew this.

“Tell me,” The man continued, pinning you in place with an intense gaze. “How were you able to hide from us for so long?”

Now you were irritated. Strange how quickly that happened these days.

Instead of taking his obvious bait, you offered a sweet smile, “I’ll go get you another waitress. And when you’re ready to order she’ll help you.” You tucked your notepad into the pocket of your apron. “I have other tables to attend to. Excuse me.”

After a quick bow, you left his table. He didn’t stop you either with another strange question or observation.

This was going to be a long day. But you couldn’t help the secret grin tugging at your lips as you entered the kitchen.

“Heh.”

“And where is the curse now?”

The human man, Geto never bothered to learn his name, swallowed nervously, “It was at the hospital for awhile and then, well, we lost it for a second—but we managed to track it down to a local café. Since then, the curse hasn’t left.”

Geto hummed and stood from the altar, “Any sorcerers?”

“One found it. But updates have told me neither of them have left the café yet.”

The curse was elusive, Geto figured. A month ago was the first time he received word about it. There were many bodies left in its wake, so it sounded like they were quite the powerful curse. A special grade, perhaps.

It’s just that no one has managed to catch a glance of it. But apparently, it was attached to a human girl.

Simple enough.

“Bring Larue. We’re taking a small trip.” Geto smiled passively at the man. “You’re of no use to me anymore.”

He should’ve sent Larue in the first place instead of this monkey. A mistake he would not make again. While yes, the human could see curses, he was still of little use to Geto-sama. Plus, he was slightly irritated that he nearly lost the curse.

That deserved some form of punishment.

Geto sent him another smile, “Why don’t I award you accordingly?”

A curse appeared next to him, startling the human into a frightful scream as he stumbled off and ran.

“Make sure to go and find Larue for me whenever you can!” Geto called happily as the man kept screaming further into one of the temple corridors.

After a moment, he dusted his robes off and sighed, “Alright then. Time to get to work.”

“Huh, I thought you’d last longer.”

You mumbled as your kagune tore straight through the sorcerer’s abdomen and pinned him against the now scarlet-stained wall. By now you were sure that all the coffee was filled with drips of blood from all the deathly pale customers and former co-workers. How unfortunate.

The sorcerer didn’t respond or move. At this point, you were talking to a corpse.

“Aw, man! Now I have to get a whole new job.” You pouted, letting the body drop to the floor with the rest. “You see what you made me do? Could’ve left me be, serving gross-ass coffee. But you just had to play hero—not a very good one—but a hero, nonetheless.”

You allowed your kagune to retreat into your spine and get off the front counter. “Now how should I paint this canvas? Leave you all as is? Let the humans believe this to be a random homicide?” You stuck your tongue out, “Bleh, boring!” You knelt in front of the dead sorcerer and found yourself giggling as if he told you a joke, "Or maybe you killed them all and then yourself. Yeah, seems fitting. Sure to keep the rest of your kind off my back for a little bit. Including the humans.”

With that, you nodded to yourself and hummed a catchy tune to yourself as you went to grab a knife from the kitchen. After dancing to the song in your head, you stabbed the sorcerer in the abdomen multiple times until it was coated in his blood.

The whiff of the blood was delicious and you couldn’t help but get a few licks before putting the knife in his limp hand.

For a moment, you remained crouched in front of him. Staring straight at this corpse. Wondering when you became so used to the blood. To finding flesh so delicious.

Guess you couldn’t help who you were in the end.

Was it sad? Was it relieving?

You couldn’t say.

With a sigh, you stood, instantly catching movement in the reflection of the café front window.

“Hi, there.”

You barely had time to turn and see who else was in the café with you.

It felt as if an invisible chain yanked you back.

And everything turned black. Though, you weren’t unconscious.

And here entered the hellish part of the day.

Perhaps it wasn’t simple.

When Geto saw the curse for himself, he originally, only saw a human. But upon further inspection, he saw it. That cursed spirit. It was just hidden by that human cover.

Was it inside of the human? Was it even attached?

Or was the human the curse?

Either way, he was able to capture it and swallow it down like all the others.

The taste was strange though. Putrid like the rest but there was a sweetness to it. It was a pleasant surprise. Apart of him wished he could taste her all over again. The type of sweetness that was addicting. What a nasty drug.

It was definitely a special grade. That much was clear.

Useful. He needed power like this on his side. He was lucky to have caught it first before those sorcerers could.

Well, technically the dead sorcerer did find it first but didn’t have much time to exorcise it. Clearly.

He chuckled at the scene before him, “Well, aren’t you a gruesome little thing.”

And it was his to claim.

Proud of his recent accomplishment, he and Larue went back to the temple with more work awaiting them, well for Geto mostly.

“They’re all waiting for you, sir.” One of his followers informed him.

Next to him, Larue grinned, “Another speech tonight, Geto-sama?”

“That’s where I do my work best.” Geto smiled with a nod as he walked to the main room.

Upon entering, dozens of followers left from the Time Vessel Association got on their knees and pressed their foreheads to the matted floor.

“We live in a disease. Sickness everywhere we look.” Geto took his seat at the altar, brushing out his robes. “And it is our job to get rid of it. To clean this world of monkeys. And I recognize that many of you are hungry for that. But all followers must be guided in the right direction.” His smile grew as they kept their heads down. None of them dared to look him in the eyes as he spoke. They respected him. They adored him.

It’s what he deserved.

“You all obey me now if you wish to live and see the world we create.” No one objected to this. Larue stood further at the back with a proud smile. “Do you trust me to lead you all without question? If not—”

It’s as if for a short moment, he wasn’t in control of his body. His stomach twisted into painful knots, and his throat both retracted and tightened until he finally lurched forward and retched the ball with the curse out onto the matted floor.

“Geto-sama!”

That had to be Larue’s voice. But Geto couldn’t hear much of him. Not with a bleary mind, dazed in confusion and shock.

Yes, in the past he had vomited after swallowing curses. But they never came back up.

What the hell?

You weren’t sure where you’d end up after scaping but you sure as hell wasn’t expecting to be standing before a bunch of people, bowing but staring at you in utter shock and delicious fear.

Of course, you were still pissed about being captured but your lips lifted upward into a smirk at the sight. That is until your eyes caught on an old insignia on the wall.

The symbol for the Time Vessel Association.

You scoffed, “You guys never give up, huh?” You wiped the leftover blood off your lips and grinned, “Can’t even let it go after almost three years? That’s fine, I guess. More food for me.”

In your mouth, your canines began to ache just as your eyes locked on one of the men.  Frozen in fear at the sight of you. Looking like he was just about ready to run out of there.

“Excuse me.”

The voice rang in your ears. Coming from behind you like at the café. Lazily, you glanced over your shoulder only to be met with the last person you ever expected to see.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t eat my loyal followers.”

You didn’t recognize him at first. His hair was longer, and he wore a kasaya over his black robes—but his smile was the same, just with something a lot more sinister.

“Hey,” You mused with a raised brows, “You killed me last year. And took my girls.”

He stared at you too—you were sure he recognized you too with the subtle look of familiarity flashing in his eyes.

Of course, he recognized you.

The sweet store clerk from that village. The non-sorcerer that had made him falter back then—only by a little.

His conviction about it had been long resolved though. To him, you were just like the rest of them. A monkey.

Although, you looked quite different with blood tattooed onto your face, clothes, and body. Wearing it proudly like a second skin.

Showing little reaction to recognizing you was easy.

But it was the way you said ‘my girls’ that made his fingers twitch and his smile become stiff.

“Larue. The meeting’s ending early. Please, escort everyone out. Some important matters that need tending to.”

After the man, Larue, gave you one last cautious stare—you didn’t bother sparing him a look—he led the rest of the group out of the room. Leaving only you and this man. A cult leader if you had to guess.

“I didn’t think you were close with the girls.” He mused as he began circling you, brown eyes staring intently at every part of your body. Almost as if he were looking for something.

“Yeah? How could you after you killed me?” You threw back easily, unmoving from your spot as you let him circle you. It was a little game, you thought. You would pretend to be the prey while you let him be the predator. “Didn’t leave me much room to say anything more either. Not with your—you still on that whole killing humans shit?”

You heard him chuckle faintly behind you, “Yes, I am.”

“Mmm. How quirky of you.”

He appeared in your vision, stopping before you with his hands tucked behind his back. The way he moved was elegant like he was acutely aware of his body and those near it. “I hate to break it to you but they’ve long forgotten about you,” His smirk grew, eyes gleaming as he watched your reaction—or rather something else, you remembered he always did that when the two of you first met. “I made sure of that.”

Of course, he still wanted some reaction from you but it didn’t help that he naturally had the face of a liar—even more now than back then—so you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

The man’s—whom you still had yet to learn the name of—smirk never wavered but he still kept staring. Right through you. “You wouldn’t be meeting them, unfortunately. Not when I’m done with you.”

“Ooh.” A grin left your lips as he continued circling you. “Done with me, huh? By a girl dinner first.” He hummed from behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, having to look up only a little to see his face. Your voice was slow when you asked, “What do you plan to do to me?”

There was a chuckle as he slipped from behind you to appear in front of you once more. “So are you a vengeful spirit? I don’t particularly have time for a random human to be haunting me. I’d just kill you and be done with it.” You tilted your head but didn’t respond. Nor did he look for one. “Or you could just be a simple cursed spirit, but then there’s the question of your cursed energy. It certainly isn’t similar to a cursed spirit. And considering none of the ones I capture come back up, I’d have to cross that possibility off my list.”

“You’re talking a lot more than last time.” You pointed out, watching him curiously. He was dangerously close. And you were all too ready, all too hungry for this.

“Or,”

He continued as if you hadn’t said anything. His eyes still searching, a neutral smile playing on his face.

“Ah yes, now I see. The curse could be attached to you. A cursed human. Now how did your filthy monkey hands get a hold of this curse—”

He was close enough by then. That was his first mistake.

You snatched his neck and slammed him down onto the steps of the altar in a matter of seconds, completely taking the man off guard.

Now you straddled his waist, gripping his neck with both your hands as you laughed with wide ghoul-like eyes. His larger hand gripped your wrist, trying to free himself from your otherwise ungodly strength, his own eyes widening slightly when a red glimmer shot out of your back, sharpening to a point where it was pointed directly at his forehead.

“Who the hell do you think you are, huh?! Some god? Could’ve fooled me! Hey, why don’t we have a rematch? Maybe this time it’ll be a fair fucking fight!”

In a blink, something heavy snatched you up and swallowed you whole.

Geto sat up, rubbing his now sore neck as his curse flung around the room and landed on the ceiling, swallowing you.

“Heh,” He grunted out as he got to his feet.

Maybe he was pissed. Maybe he was intrigued. Maybe a little bit of both. Fortunately, none of his followers were in the room. Imagine they saw you manhandling him with ease like that. What leader would that make him? How could he appear weak like that in front of them?

But that didn’t stop the growing grin tugging at his lips. This was a completely different person compared to the human he met at the store—if you were even human at all. You had been so nice, and sweet—your smile so genuine. And now? Maybe death changed you. Maybe you were a cursed human.

Maybe you’ve always been like this.

“You’re not going to make this any easier on me, are you?” He sighed as he stepped off the altar, glancing toward his curse who still stuck to the ceiling. Watching him patiently. “I was going to offer to kill you quickly and then take the curse, but I see now you don’t deserve my mercy. I could have saved you. Maybe you should’ve stayed dead—either way, I’m going to enjoy having your cursed spirit under my control. It’s useful. Powerful. Something you monkeys lack—”

His curse exploded. Bits of it’s skin falling. Blood spilled onto the floor.

And a blurred object flying toward him at an ungodly speed.

Geto barely dodged you as he jumped out of the way.

You left a large hole in the floor when you landed where the man had been standing. Now your kagune was out and gleaming, hungry, and simmering with rage just as your blood was.

The man landed a few feet away from you, black holes appearing at his side with more curses spilling out of them. You grinned at this and stood straighter at the altar.

You looking down on him. Just as he had done with his followers.

Geto tried not to react at that. Tried not to show how pissed he truly was.

But you noticed it of course.

It made your grin follow into a laugh as you sunk easily into your fighting stance.

“You done spittin’ that narcissistic shit, yet?” You called amusingly. “Or are you ready for that rematch now?”

“That’s enough out of you.” He now didn’t look so amused as his cursed spirits launched themselves at you at once. “That curse does not belong to you. I believe it’s time you hand it over to me now.”

You allowed the two cursed spirits to get as close as possible before dashing from the altar and ending up in front of the man with a sickening sweet smile.

“Make me.”

But he didn’t lean away, your noses practically touching. He matched your grin, white teeth glistening in the dimly lit room.

“Gladly.”

More curses came flying at you. Some large and others small. You dodged and killed the smaller ones. The larger ones were a lot more difficult to get through. Truthfully, you didn’t know much of your limit to your strength or speed since you spent most of your life trying to suppress it all, but it seemed you were able to keep up anyway, coupled with your skills in martial arts.

And it seemed he was using the curses to keep you distracted long enough until he could get up close himself. His arms wrapped around you from behind, restricting you as a flying curse was zooming toward you, its beak wide open and ready to take your head.

“Comfortable?” He whispered in your ear, his chuckle tickling the lobe. “Is this what you wanted when we first met in that store? To be this close?”

You grinned and leaned back into him just a bit, “Your such a tease.”

With that, you smashed the back of your head into his face, forcing him to let you go as you spun and kicked him hard enough that he flew.

Fortunately for him, one of his curses caught him and another smashed into you, throwing you across the room. You quickly tore through it with your kagune and leaped back up to your feet just as he came at you.

His combat style was fast and far more experienced than you were, but you managed to keep up. You managed to land in a few jabs of your own until one of his curses took you down again.

You threw it off and spat out a mixture of spit and blood, “Cheater.”

“Like you’ve been playing fair.” He scoffed, rubbing his jaw from the last blow you had given him.

“Try not throwing your stupid curses at me and fight me yourself.” You challenged, jumping to your feet. “I can’t be the only one making the first moves here.”

Just as you said that you tackled him into the damaged altar stairs, straddling his lap again, tugging his hair so he was looking up at you, “Comfortable?”

He was staring up at you again, this time with visible interest, “You’re not human, are you?”

You rolled your eyes and let his hair go but kept your legs straddled at his waist, “What gave that away?”

“Are you done with your little show now?” He asked with a lazy smirk now on his face.

There was movement in the corner of your eye and you glared, “I swear to go if another one of your stupid curses—”

Another one slammed into you and threw you into a wall. “Asshole!” You grunted, holding your shoulder as you dodged another attack from the curse, “Play fair!”

The cheeky bastard grinned, “Make me.”

Your kagune came out. It was like a tail, almost. An extra limp that was a part of your body but hidden. It swished around, cautiously waiting for your command. Waiting for your next target.

The both of you were bruised and bloodied, surrounded by curses, but neither ready to back down just yet. You wondered how long the two of you would keep at this. Which one of you would eventually give in? Which one of you would die? Is that his end goal here? To still kill you?

Well, with the way the curses and him surrounded you, the latter seemed more possible with each passing second.

That didn’t mean you were ready to give in. Not like last time. Not like that night in the temple. The two of you stared at each other with silent challenge. He was back on the altar as if expecting you to bow down. Like you were supposed to submit like his little followers. He hid it well back then.

Only this time, there was a subtle look across his face. One he didn’t bother to hide.

He was hesitating.

Now was your chance to—

The doors behind you swung open behind you and a call of your name screamed desperately as a smaller body crashed into your back.

Your first instinct was to attack, to direct your kagune at the newcomer. Only when you felt smaller arms wrap around your waist from behind, you faltered.

Now you were hesitating.

Another body came at you at the front, just as small as the other one.

Nanako looked up at you with wide teary eyes, “Don’t hurt him! Please! We don’t want you to get hurt!”

Through your shock, you were a little offended. If they took one look at him, they’d see that you were managing just fine. But you didn’t voice that out loud. Instead, you allowed your kagune to disappear.

“We thought you were dead.” Mimiko whimpered from behind you, her hold tightening. “When Nanako said she heard your voice, I didn’t believe her. But you’re here! And we don’t want you to go!”

“Please don’t leave us again.” Nanako buried her face into your stomach, her voice becoming muffled. Silent tears were falling down your cheeks as you knelt to their height. “Please, please, please, don’t leave.”

“Okay,” You whispered to her, allowing Mimiko to come around and hug you from the front as well. You wrapped your arms tightly around them, ignoring how most of the curses that had surrounded you had disappeared. Ignoring how easily you melted in front of your girls. Ignoring how much your heart had been missing a void up until now. Ignoring how he watched the three of you intensely from the altar. “Okay, okay, I won’t leave. I’m right here.”

Mimiko pressed her cheek against yours, “Promise?”

You chuckled shakily, realizing how much you were trembling as you held them. “Yeah, I promise.”

“Okay, well, we have to pinky promise on it,” Nanako said pulling back a bit as she wiped her tears on her hoodie sleeve. “We kept our promise. Now it’s your turn.”

Nanako held out her pinky which you took instantly. Mimiko lifted her head from your shoulder and joined her pinky with yours. You allowed them to fight over covering your much longer pinky with their little ones, earning small giggles from the girls.

Geto watched the interaction, silently.

The girls never approached anyone other than Geto himself. Not even the people he trusts the most, the girls weren’t as comfortable as they were with him.

He didn’t doubt the girls' adoration for him. Not one bit. They were his.

But perhaps he saw why they were also equally yours.

Mimiko and Nanako weren’t secretive about their relationship with you, even after they thought you had died—like he told them. They always spoke fondly of you, despite knowing you for only a short amount of time. Still, in that short time, they experienced the most kindness they had ever received.

He remembered you freeing them from the cage. He remembered your protective stance when he appeared to you at the temple. He remembered the distraught look on your face when the girls willingly went with him. It wasn’t betrayal. It was sadness mixed with the simmering rage that was directed at him.

You weren’t human.

That much was clear.

You weren’t entirely a curse spirit either.

Probably more human than curse.

Geto wasn’t too sure how to feel about that yet.

Not yet anyway.

The girls were now in front of him, staring up at him with big pleading eyes. They didn’t have to say it with words.

They wanted you back into their lives. Now that you were here and alive, they wanted you. Just as much as they wanted to be by Geto’s side.

Then there was the fact that he didn’t want to kill you anymore—which was oddly unsettling for him. Technically, you weren’t human. But there was still so much to uncover about you.

And your power was useful. He couldn’t kill something like that.

He was smiling at you again. That passive one. The one that was meant as a warning as he approached you with the girls following in tow behind him.

“I don’t believe we’ve formally introduced ourselves.” You raised a brow as he leaned forward, your faces now inches apart. “You can call me Geto-sama.”

You didn’t utter your name, but he said yours with ease. Falling off his tongue in his deep and smooth voice.

“The girls told me so much about you.”

“Geto, huh?” You mumbled when the last curse sunk away.

“My followers refer to me as Geto-sama, yes.” He nodded, the smile remaining on his face.

It was annoying.

You sent him a grin, “I’m not one of your followers. Geto.”

Ever so slightly, you could see the subtle twitch in his brow. And at that, your grin grew.

Mimiko was the one to speak next, “Can we keep her?”

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🦋!Starstruck! Part 2!🦋

Pairing: Max verstappen x Supermodel Cherrie

Word count: 7.3k

Summary: in which he’s her kind of boyfriend but not yet boyfriend . Featuring a night out with some horrifying realisations. He’s really gotta ask her to be his girl before somebody else does.

Warnings: none? Fluff mainly . I think. Idek. Not serious at all really. Enjoy, Bye bye!

Max was having a horrible , stomach turning, sinking feeling of regret over something that hadn't even happened yet.

They hadn't even made it to the club , where they were meeting a few of the other drives for a night out , and already he just wanted to drag home his beautiful, not girlfriend but really wanted her to be his girlfriend , but he was too damn chicken to fully ask her to make it official yet.

So really, it was his own fault that he was feeling so worried over how the rest of the night was going to go, because taking his supermodel , not yet girlfriend to get her drunk with Charles, Pierre and Lando , two out of the three that she had hooked up with before, was not leaving him with very good thoughts or feelings at all.

He was holding onto cherries hand tightly , lagging behind her as she practically dragged him down the darkened street to where the neon lit club was.

The closer they got , the more whinier max got too.

Cherrie was simply raising a perfectly shaped brow at her, totally not boyfriend, because the whimp had yet to ask her to be, kinda boyfriend .

Feeling like she knew had a extra child to deal with instead of one. sometimes it was easier to take her five year old daughter out than it was the world champion.

Really, it was no surprise that Star and Max now got along so well. The five year old now had a man child to play with. She was loving every minute of it, dragging max around with her everywhere and demanding he do this and that with her.

Everyday that he had taken star out for the day while Cherrie was busy doing photoshoots somewhere, he would spoil her already spoilt rotten child even more.

Just last weekend Cherrie had come home after a girls night with her friends to find max dressed in a pink , sparkly fairy costume while her five year old was dressed like Peter Pan. They had cut out a large black shadow from paper and attached it to the ceiling fan so that it spun around with them.

And well, Cherrie had been tipsy but nothing could have prepared her for the sight of her not so boyfriend , but will be soon boyfriend , jumping off her expensive couches and landing face first onto the rug while dressed like tinkerbell.

Her daughter giggling hysterically as she jumped down onto his back and declared him 'dead' before ripping off his sparkly wings like the little psychopath that she was.

But she loved it. She truly did.

She loved seeing her usually hard to please daughter being so taken by max, despite the snarky comments and mean attitude she has, max had managed to match her personality perfectly. Now instead of one troubleMaker, she had two.

But one night , she just wanted one night out with him, no costumes and no kids clinging onto them like a baby monkey all day long. Max may have loved being followed around by little star twenty four seven, but Cherrie had put up with it for five long years.

And now she had finally, sort of , gotten herself a soon to be boyfriend , one that she wanted to go out and have fun with. To meet up with their friends and get drunk and do stupid shit while they were still young.

Was that really so much to ask for? Apparently the answer was a loud 'I want to go home!' From her anti social lover who would rather be cuddling with her five year old daughter , and watching Disney movies with her than hanging out with his own friends.

"Max! Stop whining . Otherwise I'll need to drink tequila instead of vodka just to put up with you!" She warned him, giving his side a little shove, grinning up at him as she tried to get him to cheer up.

Not understanding why he was already being so crabby , considering that she was the one currently on her period and feeling like her poor pelvis was being ripped out, yet she wasn't behaving like a baby.

Max frowned back at her, huffing as he pulled her into his side so that he could wrap his arm around her waist instead. Wanting to keep her close.

"You just want to see all your little boyfriends at once!" He scowled at her, grimacing to himself in misery the closer that they got to the club.

Don't get him wrong, he adored the fact that Cherrie was so free in her ways, that she didn't let socitial expectation pull her down. She did what she wanted, when she wanted without any hesitation.

She was loud, proud and free. Sometimes the blunt way she talked about things that most people were too uncomfortable to talk about, had even him blushing. Him! Who was as blunt as a fucking toothpick!

But it was different with Cherrie because she had absolutely no filter at all. She didn't even think before she said something, it just came out of her mouth without any fear of the consequences.

Most of the time it left max being the one to butt into the tense conversations she had accidentally made by running her big mouth off, swiftly changing the subject before she could get him into a fight with someone simply because she had pissed somebody off again for her own entertainment.

But max loved her and he would do anything for her, he adored all the good things and all the bad things. Loved that she was so comfortable in her sexuality and spoke her mind.

He just wished that she hadn't been so sexually free with two other f1 drivers as well.

It kind of made him want to tear their eyes out so that they could never look at her again, knowing that they knew what the love of his life's pussy felt like made him want to kill them both.

A bit of a exaggeration but still... Charles and Pierre had gotten to fuck his soon to be girlfriend , before he ever had.

It just didn't sit right with him at all.

So no, he really wasn't looking forward to spending the night with Them. Lando being the only driver there that she hasn't sucked tongues with.

He was feeling a little jealous and territorial. He just couldn't help it.

He was just a man. A man that was crazily in love with a crazily beautiful supermodel that was way out of his fucking league too. He was bound to be a little on edge, especially since, technically... she wasn't his girlfriend yet.

Even though they spent almost everyday together and star now had her own bedroom in Max's apartment too. He had met her family and she had met his. Their lives were intertwined perfectly , and anybody that saw them would assume that they were on the road to get married, unable to believe that they weren't even officially together yet.

Totally his fault but still... did he really deserve to be tortured with a night out with the two drivers that she had sex with before she met him?

Was this his karma for pushing Charles off the track that time?

Well, the asshole should call it even really. Max made him lose a race and Charles had his dick sucked by Max's dream woman. And soon to be girlfriend.

No. He wasn't bitter of jealous at all. Nada. He was feeling completely fine.

"I wouldn't say little.." Cherrie joked, unable to stop herself. Finding his petty jealously more than amusing.

She lived for drama, sue her. She was a top model , having men fighting over her was a beautiful plus side of her job.

Plus she knew that max was it for her, she could feel it in her heart and in her loins that she didn't , and wouldn't want anybody but him again.

Still, she couldn't help but tease him a little. She hasn't even known him when she had hooked up with Pierre and Charles .

She had still been in her hoe faze , tequila and beautiful European men? How could she ever say no to that?

She was but a woman. Who loved sex. Plus it was so long ago now. None of it mattered to her anymore , she could barely even remember the nights she spent with them. They had all been drunk .

Cherrie didn't need to drink any alcohol to get turned on by max . In fact , he was the only man that she had ever fucked while being completely sober. To her, that spoke volumes.

She loved him and she knew for a fact that he was in love with her too, she was simply just waiting for him to stop playing chicken and just make things official between them already.

But until he did, she was going to torture him a little.

Who knows, maybe it would help push the commitment on A little quicker .

She giggled to herself as she pulled max into the club, smiling prettily at the bouncers who easily let them past as soon as they saw her face.

Max was still pouting behind her, keeping a handful of the back of her dress in his hand so that he didn't lose her as she pushed through the crowed to get to the vip section.

"I could have stayed home making pasta necklaces with star." He grumbled with a deep frown on his face , watching cherries face light up as she spotted the drivers waving them over. "Why did I have to come?"

Cherrie just smirked at him as they climbed up the small stairs that led them to their private booth up top, waving at a excited Lando with a laugh.

"Because you're my ..." she let her words hang on as she side eyed max with a small smirk "friend." She said unable to keep a straight face.

Max immediately shot her a glare "do not call me your friend Cherrie." He snapped at her, rolling his eyes when she giggled slyly, simply shrugging her shoulders at him. Enjoying winding him up.

"Well, you know what you have to do. But until then.." she sighed dramatically , patting his shoulder "you're my best friend." She told him mischievously before quickly hurrying off to their table to greet their friends happily.

Leaving max to huff and puff his way over on his own, hating that she was right . He just needed to ask her to be his girlfriend , to never even consider touching another guy ever again.

So why was it so hard for him to do so?

He frowned as he watched Pierre and Charles immediately stand up to hug her affectionately. Their eyes never leaving her as they took in the supermodel in her tiny , silver slip dress .

"Cherrie! You look even more beautiful than the last time I seen you!" Pierre flatters her with compliments as he held her hand above her head, giving her a twirl as he admired her with a fond grin. The two having grown quite close during their own small 'adventure' together.

Cherrie just giggled, batting her eyelashes at him jokingly "I know, it's like magic. Everyday I just get hotter." She sighed as though it was a burden making them both laugh "it's a curse really. I mean how much hotter can I get?" She joked as she took a seat beside a grumpy max.

Charles laughed at her arrogance , used to it, passing her a tray with three shot glasses on it. Knowing that she wouldn't be wanting to leave this club sober tonight.

"I also ask myself that question everyday." He said struggling to Maintain a straight face. Picking up his own shot glass and tapping it against cherries as they both threw the vodka back into their mouths quickly.

Cherrie didn't even wince.

Instead she just picked up the next shot and downed that one too before seeing Max's wide eyes beside her as he watched her effortlessly down them all like it was water.

"You want one?" She offered to him, pulling landos tray over to them. Ignoring the loud 'hey!' She got from the driver, just sticking her tongue out at him like a child.

Max just shook his head , smiling a little as he gently brushed her long hair over her shoulder. Knowing how irritated she would get if the curls got stuck to her lip gloss again.

"Nope. I'm having a whiskey. Did you eat something before we came out?" He asked her in light concern knowing what a lightweight she was. Drinking on a empty stomach was a hard no.

Humming , she nodded her head . "Yeah. I had the last burrito that was in your fridge." She casually told him, knowing fully well that he had made it for himself.

Max looked at her in betrayal "my burrito? Cherrie.." he whined , running a hand over his face in exasperation.

"I made you pasta. You just needed to heat it up!" He exclaimed, more amused than anything because she always did this.

If she said she wanted pasta , she would take one look at his food and suddenly decide that she wanted what he was eating instead.

She just shrugged, both of them oblivious to the amused and surprised looks that they were getting from the other drivers at the table.

Charles looking on in disbelief at how close and familiar they were together , feeling as though he had missed a important  chapter out of their book.

"I didn't want pasta anymore. I gave it to star instead. She loved it. Well done." She told him with a smile, picking up yet another shot and throwing it back quickly. Nodding her head along to the music that was playing in the club.

Max flushed from her simple praise, yet he still flicked her elbow with a slight scoff escaping him in disbelief.

"Then why did you ask me to make it then?! You could have just asked me to make you a burrito as well!" He exclaimed , not understanding women at all.

Cherrie rolled her eyes at him "it's not the same max. But it was a good burrito. If this racing thing doesn't work out you could totally become my personal chef. Id pay you well." She told him with a grin before finally looking away from him and noticing the looks that the others were giving them.

Pierre looked at them in shock "are you two-" he motioned between the two of them with his finger, eyes blown wide in disbelief .

Meanwhile max was chuckling to himself, shaking his head in amusement . "Racing thing." He repeated her words underneath his breath with a grin.

he was already her personal chef, Cherrie couldn't cook to save her own life. It was up to him to keep her and little star fed.

The poor kid had been eating frozen waffles and frozen pizza for far too long. Max enjoyed seeing the amazement on the five years olds face whenever he made her a new dish to try for dinner.

They had also made it a new little ritual for them to do when Cherrie was busy too, max would take them both out to different restaurants from different cultures and let her try new foods. She loved it.

Max just loved spending time with her. Even if the five year old still scared the absolute shit out of him sometimes. He was finding that her snarky, sarcastic and quite frankly mean, attitude was a perfect match for his own blunt , and also slight mean attitude too.

She was turning into a mini max and he loved it. Really he did.

Max looked over at Charles and pierre with narrowed eyes, speaking up before Cherrie could call them 'friends' again.

"We've been spending a lot of time together. We're taking it slow." He told them simply as he downed his own glass. Raising a eyebrow at Cherrie when she started giggling.

Smirking to herself in amusement as she leaned back in her seat, "yeah. He's gonna wait till I'm married and have my own  kids , then he'll ask me to be his girlfriend." She joked, taking the piss out of him with a shit eating grin on her face.

Lando looked at max in disbelief "still? It took you months to say hello and now it's taking months to ask her to be your girlfriend?" He said out loud judgmentally "do you want me to ask her for you?" He offered with a cheeky grin on his face.

Max just rolled his eyes at him "no thank you. I'll do it when I'm ready thank you." He muttered , glaring over at the giggling idiots opposite him.

"Something funny?" He challenged them, downing the rest of his drink in one go.

Charles, never one to back down from pissing him off, merely smirked back at him and let out a amused laugh . Eyes flickering between the odd pairing in front of her, both amused and slightly (okay more than slighty) jealous , that max was the one that she had stayed for.

He really couldn't blame him of course, who wouldn't want a woman like Cherrie by their side? He was just shocked that a woman like Cherrie wanted a max by her side, when she could literally have anybody she wanted . Woman or man, she was the IT girl . The woman of every straight mans dreams.

And definitely a woman that had appeared in his own dreams over the years as well. Then he had gotten to meet her in what seemed so long ago now, having spent the night dancing and drinking in the New Years with her .

He had entered the new year with his head between her thighs , finally joining the mile high club after she had found out that he hadn't done it yet.

She had given him the best weekend of his life. So it was safe to say that he had been a little dejected and a little sad when he had woken up on that Monday morning to her side of the bed empty. Not even a note saying her goodbyes.

Charles had found out from Instagram that she had flown straight back home, and by the time he had managed to stumble his way back to the airport to fly home from Vegas , Cherrie had already been pictured in a different country with a different man.

Pierre had somehow managed to find her in a club and have his own fun weekend with the supermodel as well.

Charles hadn't known whether to laugh or cry when both the drivers found themselves pouting over lunch together as they complained to each other about how she had ditched the both of them without any hesitation once she had gotten her fix.

Which was apparently f1 drivers.

It was a little funny now. Not so much at the time since both pierre and Charles had been pussy drunk and convinced that she was the love of their lives that weekend. That they had a connection with her when she had just been playing them both to cure her own Boredom .

Because they had forgotten that girls were players too.

"I never thought I'd see you again after Vegas. I wasn't expecting you to show up with max of all people." Charles mused, looking between the odd pairing in front of him. Wondering what Cherrie even saw in max that she just hadn't seen in either him or pierre.

It certainly can't have been for his good looks, Charles didn't think of himself as arrogant but he liked to think that he beat max on the 'hot guy' scale. Thank you very much.

Cherrie just let out a giggle, already on her way to getting drunk as she emptied all of the shot glasses on the table without even blinking an eye.

Pushing her perfectly curled hair over her shoulder again, she smiled over at the Ferrari driver "the plan was to never see you again." She bluntly let him know, not meaning to be brash but just telling it as it is.

She looked between Charles and Pierre in slight amazement as she came to a conclusion , gasping out a little giggle .

No filter on her mouth whatsoever as she said what came to mind "isn't it a little weird that I've seen three out of four of you guys dicks?" She realised , laughing loudly when she caught the almost traumatised look on Max's face.

He pushed her shoulder scoldingly while Pierre and Charles giggled along with her. Enjoying the disgusted look on the redbull drivers face.

Pierre smirked "you did more than just look." He reminded her slyly.

Cherrie pointing at him with a large grin on her face "that's true! You know I didn't think that I had a type-" she said as she looked between the drivers around the table in amazement at herself "but clearly I do!" She exclaimed , kind of proud of herself for bagging such beautiful men.

"Don't sound so proud of yourself." Max grumbled to her with a scowl , glaring at her giggling figure beside him. Quickly pouring himself another glass of whiskey. Feeling his skin crawl at the thought of her with anybody that wasn't him.

Why , out ot all the drivers, did it have to be Pierre and Charles that she had hooked up with? The best looking ones on the grid.

He glared over at them as well, wishing that they were ugly so that he didn't have to worry so much.

Lando looked between all of them with a frown, wishing that he had been in Vegas with them.

"I'm feeling a little left out. I'm the only one who's dick you haven't seen!" He exclaimed with a slight pout, jokingly, trying to get a rise of out max.

It worked . Max immediately scoffed at him "and it's going to stay that way , shrimp dick!" He snapped at him.

Wishing that he had just stayed home and had a arts and crafts date with star instead . That sounded way more fun than this torture.

Cherrie was just giggling in her seat , humming along to the music , easily getting distracted as she looked down at the dancing crowd longingly . Sipping on the cocktail glass faster , wanting to have some fun.

"Can I volunteer cherrie?" Lando joked.

Max pushed him out of his chair with one smooth shove to his head. Before casually leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest , as though he hadn't flung poor Lando from his seat.

Lando was laid out like a starfish on the floor, everyone laughing as they looked down at him. Pierre taking pictures of Max's pissed off face and lando's gaping one as he looked at his friend in betrayal.

"Hey!" He whined as he pulled himself back into his chair, Cherrie patting the top of his head in sympathy. Straightening out his curls for him as she did so.

Max pulled a face at him "don't hey me! Stop making it sound like she's collecting drivers!" He exclaimed, looking at Cherrie. Expecting her to be upset or something.

Instead the love of his life was just giggling like a little kid. Cheeks flushed from the alcohol as she grinned at them all happily . Not ashamed at all.

"Like Pokemon cards!" She gasped out making the other theee drivers laugh hysterically .

Max wasn't as amused. Rolling his eyes at her as he pulled the bottle of tequila that Pierre passed her away from her reach, side eyeing the others with a grimace.

Knowing that's it was the tequila that had gotten her so horny last year that she had gotten herself a two for one with Charles and Pierre.

There was no way In hell that he was ever letting her drink that shit near them again. Or any other male athlete for that matter. He just didn't want to test his luck again.

She was finally, almost , his. He wasn't going to let some horn dog drivers get in his way of keeping Cherrie by his side forever . She was the woman he was going to marry someday, he was sure of it.

And just because she had sucked their dicks once or twice in the past, didn't mean shit to him. Because they only got a weekend with her.

He had the rest of his life with her if he was lucky. That was something to feel pretty smug about.

She hadn't walked out on him. Hadn't left on a Monday. He got her all week long.

Whenever , wherever. They were meant to be together. Just like Shakira said.

"I can't tell if you've downgraded or not over time. Weren't you collecting footballers a few years ago?" Lando asked her curiously , the two having become good friends. Because now that max was her, kind of boyfriend , Lando liked to tag himself along to their dates whenever he could.

Cherrie wasn't offended at all, she had been a hoe. There was no denying it. But a girls got needs and if men could fuck their way through the week then why couldn't she?

She was young, beautiful and had the head game of a pornstar. Of course men wanted her. She had it all.

But something had been missing in her life for so long and as she looked over at a pouting max beside her, she knew just what it was that she had been craving . Had spent so many times going through bodies and kissing someone else's lips in hopes to feel something different.

It was love that she wanted, love that she needed. And she had finally found it in a dutch driver that seemed like a grade a cunt but was actually as needy and lovable as her five year old daughter was.

He was everything that she never knew she needed. He fit into her and stars life perfectly, now all she was waiting for was for him to get over his little stage fright and ask her to be his officially.

Because she wasn't going to do it. Oh no.

She could. But she didn't want to. She wanted to see him sweat a little, to squirm in his seat as he realised that the only reason he had her right now was because she was choosing to stay.

She could have any man she wanted. Including the ones sat at the table with them. His own rivals on the track.

He needed to put in the effort if he was wanted to keep her because she knew her own worth , she knew what she deserved. And that wasn't to be strung along like someone's second choice.

She gave him a couple more hours and she was sure that she'd be leaving this club with a boyfriend , instead of a 'kind of boyfriend'. He just needed a little nudge and a little scare to help give him the confidence he needed to set things straight between them.

Cherrie hummed at landos musings, nodding along in agreement. "You're totally right. I used to be so obsessed with football players but now , apparently I like men who can't kick a ball to save their own lives." She giggled as Pierre and Charles immediately tried to defend their lack of football skills.

Charles looking offended "I can play! I'm just better as a ..." he struggled to find the correct word and excuse.

Max filled it in for him quickly "better not playing it to save yourself the embarrassment. Nobody wants to see you sweating on a field kicking about a ball!"

Cherrie tilted her head a little at that, letting out a little noise that had max looking over at her in disbelief .

Seeing the slightly sheepish biting of her bottom lip, he scoffed loudly . "You can't be serious Cherrie! When I played football with star you spent the whole hour laughing at me! That wasn't sexy for you at all!" He reminded her, scowling darkly .

Cherrie just laughed "that's because she beat your ass at it! Five to star, and zero to you!" She also reminded him smugly "plus you kept your shirt on...I might have felt different otherwise.." she sighed out dreamily, looking off into the distance as she pictures all the sexy drivers playing football shirtless together  in the sun.

It was a nice little dream. Max didn't agree at all.

"It was fucking freezing Cherrie! You wouldn't have been turned on if my nipples froze and I had to get them cut off or something!" He snapped back at her throwing back his whiskey quickly . Missing star more and more.

He could have been making friendship necklaces out of pasta with her, but instead he was stuck watching the love of his life reminisce about fucking Pierre and Charles and daydream about them playing football without their shirts on.

Not his ideal night at all.

He felt like he was living in a nightmare. And another two glasses of whiskey later, Cherrie had finally had enough of them and wandered off to dance with some girls she had met in the bathroom. Leaving him to glare at the remaining drivers around the table coldly.

"So..." Pierre spoke up with a amused grin tugging at his lips. Finding this whole situation hilarious "is it an open relationship then? Because-"

Max inhaled sharply , ignoring landos giggles as he looked between them like he was watching a reality show. Having the time of his life soaking up the drama . Texting updates to the groupchat as the night went on, managing to sneak a picture of a scowling max looking like he wanted to murder Pierre to the group. Giggling to himself .

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I was you." He warned the Frenchman . All plans to play nice now far away from his mind.

Charles had his go at winding him up too "well mate, If it's still not serious between you two , I guess it's okay if I try again with her then? Refresh her memory of our amazing weekend together." He casually stated , a smug smirk on his face as he watched for the Dutchman's reaction closely.

All of them having had far too much to drink to realise that pushing each other buttons was not a good idea.

Max's face darkened as he immediately leaned over the table and lowered his voice threateningly "if you even so much as touch a hair on her head..I will Make sure that you never get on podium again. I mean it Charles." He hissed at him angrily, already twisting in his seat to look down at the dance floor , spotting Cherrie becoming shakira's twin as she shook her hips and danced erotically with her new girlfriends.

Max felt a small smile tug at his lips as he watched her kick some guy away from her with a judgmental look on her face , literally kicking him away with her heel. Not even giving the sucker a second glance before she turned her back on him and continued teaching her new friends how to belly dance.

Pierre hesitantly spoke up while Charles was too busy gaping at mAx with a glare , the two locked in a scowling contest apparently.

Lando snickering as he filmed the two of them without any shame, quickly texting Daniel what was happening next. Wishing that the Australian was there to witness this gold with him.

"And what about me?" Pierre wondered drunkenly.

Max didn't even hesitate "I will throw you into traffic." He told him without any remorse.

Lando gasping out a shocked laugh "max! A bit harsh mate!" He laughed as he patted poor Pierre on the back comfortingly .

"He's only joking. He wouldn't push you in front of a car. He'd be the one driving it." He unhelpfully said to him while smiling .

Max just shrugged "trying to steal my soon to be wife is a bit harsh! Don't you think?!" He shot back, the alcohol doing wonders for his jealously .

Charles let out a mocking laugh, just as drunk as he was . If they were sober, Charles wouldn't have dared to argue with him about Cherrie at all.

But vodka was a bitch and suddenly he was picking a fight .

"How are you ever gonna make her your wife when you can't even ask her to be your girlfriend? Seems like you only know fast on track mate! Cause you're slow as fuck off it! Snails pace!" He pointed at him.

Max slapped his finger away from his face , hard. Getting even madder. Lando was still giggling, looking between the two of them like a bouncing ball, while Pierre uneasily shuffled away , not wanting to get caught in the cross fire. But also not wanting to miss a single thing either.

"Maybe I'll take her to Vegas and marry her there. Maybe I'll book the same suit you had there. Ill fuck her in Same bed that she left you in without a single goodbye!" He brutally reminded him of her quick escape .

"How hard did you cry, mate?!" He mocked back to him as he shoved himself up to his feet in anger.

Charles quickly copying him as they both clenched onto the back of their chairs to stop themselves from falling over , too drunk to realise that trying to fight eachother in a club over a supermodel who only had one man on her mind, was not a good idea.

Oh well.

"Fuck you! She liked me well enough to entertain me the whole weekend!" Charles Shouted at him, ignoring Pierre pulling at his shirt and telling him to sit back down. Lando slapping his arm and telling him to leave them, to let them fight it out 'like men'.

Max saw red "entertain you?!" He repeated with a disbelieving laugh, furious "she's not a fucking comedian for your entertainment Charles!" He shouted back at him.

Glad that they had the private vip booth to themselves so that he could scream at him all he wanted without anyone butting in.

Charles , drunk and smug and lacking common sense. Couldn't help but Antagonise him further "oh trust me I know. There's nothing funny about the way she squirted all over my face when my tongue was in her pussy-"

Lando let out a girly screech, jumping out of the way with wide eyes as they watched max jump across the table and tackle Charles to the floor.

Pulling at his hair and slapping him while Charles smacked him back , the two of them fighting like teenagers girls in high school. Pulling hair and ears , different curses in different languages filling the air around them.

"Oh shit!" Lando laughed as he watched max pinch Charles nose, hard. The Ferrari driver squeaking as he tried to kick him off, Pierre quickly grabbing onto his best friend to pull him away.

Lando didn't bother pulling max away, too busy filming them to send to Danny. Still

Giggling away, throughly enjoying the drama.

Pierre , bless him, was trying to keep them separated ar arms length. His hair a mess as he dodged Charles swinging hands as he cursed out max in both french and Italian .

"Guys come on!" He drunkenly tried to be the peacemaker . Hand on either one of their shoulders to keep them apart , looking between the two of them with blearily eyes "we've all had beautiful-sexy-really hot sex with cherrie. We should be grateful that she gave us all the best nights of our lives! So let's not fight." He said to them, trying to make things better.

He only made things worse.

Max slowly turned his head to look at Pierre in absolute disbelief. Unable to believe what he was hearing.

"I'm going to kill you." He told him calmly before pulling the Frenchman down with him, a girly screech escaping him as he did so

"Not my hair!" He shouted in panic . As they all started fighting on the floor, rolling around and laying bitchy slaps on each other like children.

Meanwhile Cherrie had gotten bored of dancing and came back to the vip section, her eyebrow rising as she looked at the three drivers wrestling on the floor. Casually stepping over them as she held tightly onto her champagne glass, heading over to sit beside Lando .

"What's going on?" She asked him curiously as she leaned back in her seat, pulling her heels off her aching feet for a moment . Pulling out her phone to check the time.

Lando was surprised by how unbothered she seemed, not a ounce of shock or surprise on her face as they both watched max pull Pierre by his ear and Charles by his hair, threatening them in a mixture slurred Dutch and English.

"They're fighting over you." He told the supermodel.

She just nodded her head casually "oh yeah that happens a lot. It was the same with the football players. Lots of noses ended up broken. So dramatic! And they say women are the emotional ones." She tutted, taking a sip from her champagne as she typed out a text to reply to her other model friends asking her if she was going to fashion week.

Both Cherrie and Lando continued to make casual conversation between them while the other three drivers were fighting in front of them. Charles somehow managing to get max in a headlock while Pierre was hastily trying to fix his ruined hair.

Lando hesitated for a moment before asking her quietly "are you- is this serious for you?" He wanted to know "because max is my friend and I don't want you to break his heart. He really loves you cherrie." He told her sincerely.

Cherrie whole being softened as she let out a small smile , laughing lightly as she gazed at max with love in her heart, body and soul.

"I am. I want to fuck him for the rest of my life. I want the sex, the sunrises and the late night talks. I want it all with him Lando." She admitted to him "I love that idiot." She said , meaning it with her whole heart.

Letting out a loud laugh as she watched max grab a drink from the table and throw the champagne all over Charles face ,

"I taught him that move! I did it a few weeks ago to this bitch that called max talentless! She was crying champagne the whole night." She proudly

Told him before finally getting to her feet and breaking them up before any actual damage could be done.

"Okay baby that's enough! Don't waste anymore of that champagne! We can take it home with us!" She shouted at them, pulling max away by his arm like he was a child. Reminding her of when star would throw a tantrum in a store and Cherrie would have to quickly haul her ass out of there.

Max huffed loudly as he turned to look down at her with a scowl "okay that's enough! I've had it with all these dickheads thinking that they've got a chance with you!" He snapped , pissed off and at his wits end.

He took her by her hand and pulled her closer to him , smoothing her hair away from her face as he tried to calm the erratic racing of his heart. Kicking the back of Charles leg so he would stay down without even looking at him.

Cherrie just laughed, looking up at max with a knowing smirk on her face.

"Can I please be your boyfriend? And then your husband at some point?" He pleaded to her, having enough. His fear of rejection gone, too pissed off by Charles comments to hesitate in asking her now.

And it may not have been romantic and it may not have been the best setting to ask her to be his girlfriend, but it did the trick.

Cherrie just laughed and hugged him to her side, giving him a soft kiss to calm him down. Stoking his red cheeks as she pushed his sweaty hair from his face , completely in love with him.

"Sure. Sounds fun." She simply replied, it was that easy. That simple.

Max let out a loud cheer, kissing her again before turning on his feet to grin down at Charles and Pierre smugly .

"Ha! See! All mine!" He laughed in their faces, feeling smug . A weight lifting from his shoulders as he felt her kiss his bicep , her smile directed to him, and him only.

"I win! You lose! I fucking told you! Third times the charm I guess!" He grinned to himself as he tugged on cherries hand to pull her along with him, wanting to ger her home so that he could show her just how happy he was. To show her just how much he loved her without saying a single thing.

"We need to do a photoshoot of our own. Then I'm going to have it blown up on the billboards outside their apartments. Rub it in their stupid faces ." He rambled to her as they waited for their Uber to arrive once he ordered it on his phone . Far too drunk to drive himself, and Cherrie wasn't doing much better either.

With his arm around her shoulder firmly ,she leaned into his side with a content sigh, beaming up at him before biting his bicep gently , heart so full of love for him . Giggling quietly when he flicked her forhead in retaliation. Used to her strangeness by now.

"We could do a nude photoshoot." She suggested to him, wrapping her arms around his waist to cuddle into him. Max squeezing her gently as he kissed the side of her head.

"Absolutely not . They've already seen enough of you naked. Never again." He muttered while stroking his fingers through her hair , knowing how much she liked it.

"I'm going to send them a thousand copies of an X-ray of my ass. With a note telling them to kiss it." He said just as their Uber finally pulled up.

Wrapping his jacket around her to keep her warm as they both stumbled over to their ride, max placing his hand ontop of her head so that she didn't bump it, not moving until she had slid into the seat safely, before sliding in beside her, buckling her belt.

"I love you ya know?" Max told her quietly after a few minutes of quietness between them, both of them fighting not to nod off into a alcohol induced sleep.

Her head falling onto his shoulder as she let out a tired laugh. Kissing his shoulder gently as they snuggled into eachother in the backseat of the car.

"I know." She felt it in everything he did to make her happy. "and I love you. Nobody compares to you for me max. I mean it." She assured him just as quietly , he had her entire heart.

That was more than enough for him. Smiling tearfully to himself as he let out a sigh of pure happiness , holding her close and never wanting to let go again.

They may have had her for a weekend but max had her for the rest of their lives and ever after.

Charles was wrong. He was winning on and off the track too.

He had the most beautiful woman in the world curled up in his lap, kissing his jaw and promising him forever.

He won. Always and forever .

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HEROES OF OLYMPUS FANS

idea: young adult argo II crew being bamfs

i would sell my soul, and my best friend’s soul, and my sister’s soul, for rick to write a book with the argo II crew as young adults and just being absolute icons in a totally experienced way. no more questioning themselves like when they were young. they’re powerful and confident and nothing surprises them. they’re famous in the demigod world. they’re legends. they know what they’re doing. no one fucks with them.

i would have it start out kinda like how TLO began with percy and beckendorf’s mission. it would be like those movies where the main characters are breaking into some facility. only it’s some monster/olympian-enemy using said facility as a secret base for their operations (kinda like the amazons.)

it’s night. they’re all in dark clothes. annabeth and frank planned the whole thing. percy casually causes a massive explosion via a nearby water tank or something, causing a distraction and making everyone in the facility run out to see what’s going on. annabeth has the whole place mentally mapped out, and her and leo disarm every security system measure in like 3 seconds. frank turns into some kind of animal - maybe a monkey - and climbs/hops across the walls and ceilings, destroying the security cameras and sensors. any guards/civilians running past them only see what hazel wants them to see. and every monster who gets in their way is dead within seconds - they should not have messed with these demigods. piper plays on the fear of the guards to easily get information out of them. annabeth gets the objects they need, and then leo lights the entire place on fire. percy and leo can’t be burned, but percy protects the rest of them by triggering every sprinkler they walk under, which then turn off when they walk away. they calmly walk out through the front doors of the building - which is now up in flames - where there are dozens of police officers and firefighters and news channels around. they should be arrested/surrounded, except hazel manipulates the mist to make them all look like police officers and first responders. and frank is now a german shepard, a police dog, to really sell it. anyone who approaches them, piper uses charmspeak to throw them off. and just to be sure the enemy base is destroyed - and now that everyone is out of the building - percy causes a targeted earthquake, making the entire huge facility crumble to the ground.

then they just casually walk into the night, away from the mass chaos that they caused. the base is completely destroyed, but their enemies can’t figure out who did it or how it was done.

little do they know that the ones who did it just walked in and out, in plain sight.

[my5unday]

lps2012 tumblr, me and my friend @octonauter have cooked up a satirical vinnil fanfiction.. hope you enjoy 😭 (dont mind any spelling mistakes and stuff im too lazy to read through the whole thing and fix stuff). We were planning on writing a serious fanfic but veryy quickly turned into this demon

Beach Day or Bleak ay -

It was the hottest day of the summer. The pets lazily laid in front of the only fan in the pet shop

It was shop, all the pets lazing around in the hot summer heat. “This sucks” they say in unison  “yes” vinnie agreed, being the only one who didn't say in unison. Pepper then hit him in the head with rubber chicken, “ow!! What was that for” he said sadly “You were out of unison, moron” she replied. Vinnie scoffs, he rolls his eyes and walks away from the crowd. He decides to go to the fire hydrants which is his usual space where he spends time alone

Vinnie began writing in his diary “Dear Dairy, its me again. Pepper is such a conniving, insolent, beastly woman! I curse upon thee the sorrows of a thousand dead widows. He heard a scream from outside the fire hydrant, it was shrill and raspy, peppers voice to be exact. “What I do” he said, slowly peering out of the fire hydrant to get a look at what might've happened. She got stuck by lightning, the pets crowded around her in panic. There was available hole in the ceiling of where the lighting stuck from. She lay on the pet shop floor, rolling in agony burnt like an egg on the florida sidewalk. Vinnie gasped and went back to hiding. Blythe soon arrived on the scene and called the pet ambulance, pepper was soon taken away and Blythe announced their next plan.

“Pets, I know that was REALLY crazy, but we deserve to get our minds off of pepper for a bit. What about a beach trip!” all the pets cheered while the hip upbeat guitar transition music played in the background, except for Vinnie who was still processing what he had just done. He started to hyperventilate but sunil though he was challenging him to a fast breathing contest so he started rapidly huffing and puffing harder than the big bad wolf ever could [vinnie being the big bad wolf] Sunil glared angrily at Vinnie as they continued this one sided competition. Vinnie said “ENOUGH!” and stormed off, Sunil looked at him confused and then it shrugged off as vinnie just being a bad sport. 

***

“Somethings going on with vinnie…” Russel said a suspicious tone in his voice, minkas jaw DROPPED 

“WHAT???” shock etching every corner of her monkey face

“Yeah.. you heard me. Don't you think its WEIRD how as soon as vinnie left to the fire hydrant, pepper got smited” he suspicious 

Minka started jumping up and down and screaming at Minka and looked at Russell as if he just killed her family of 1 [her]. 

The pet bus arrived at the beach, blythe in her blythe styleish swimsuit that we aren’t getting paid enough to describe. Sunil was wearing the most fabulous swim shorts designed by Blythe truly. They were solid black with mangos with a seamless red to yellow to green ombre. The leaves of the mangos were embellished with opulent rhinestones of a diverse plethora of chroma. The material Blythe used was exceptional, and provided for utmost comfort as Sunil wore them. The drawstrings of the swim shorts were made of a glow in the dark material [incase Sunil happened to find himself at the bottom of the ocean.] Finally the back of the swimshorts said “Juicy”, in an attempt to imitate the luxury brand Juicy Couture. It was truly a divine masterpiece work of art. Opulent.

Vinnie started burying himself in the sand to ignore the rest of the pets and hide from his guilt, he might as well live there for the rest of his life. He pulled out his sopping wet diary that he forgot was in his pocket before it was too late, it was completely damaged and unsalvageable. “I should've gotten rid of this stupid thing years ago anyways!” he yelled, throwing it out into the distance. Meanwhile Sunil stood on the beach near the water gazing down at it but not stepping in, he suddenly felt a weightful force crash into his noggin and send him flying across the ocean with an intense and unpredictable speed. He screamed in terror flailing around. Minka started recording.  He landed on something smooth, relived he sighed, until he looked down and saw he was laying on a shark. He screamed once again and started to swim away as fast as he could. “BLYTHE!!!!!! I NEED YOU TO SAVE ME R IM GOING TO BE EATEN BY THIS aaauGGHHAAAAAA” he yelled being cut off by the shark chasing after him.

Penny Ling looked around, “Say.. where is Blythe..” Blythe wasnt responsive , she was playing dress to impress on roblox and was too locked in on her outfit to pay attention to anything else. Despite the fact that Youngmee, Sue, Jasper, Mrs Twombly, her father, all the pets owners and cousins and all the horses and all the king's men were calling her on her phone she still persisted on playing her game [the theme was Beach day].

Vinnie felt at fault for all of this, including Blythes crippling, deprecating, disgusting addiction/fixation on dress to impress [he introduced it to her]. If he hadn’t smited Pepper with his diary, Sunil wouldn't be drowning while being chased by sharks. He mustered [mustard] up all the mustard in his body [courage] and ran into the ocean at full force

“I'LL SAVE YOU SUNIL!” Vinnie yelled. Youngmee, Sue, Jasper, Mrs Twombly, her father, all the pets owners and cousins and all the horses and all the king's men all stared in unison at Vinnie’s amazing feet as he blazed across the water like a trail of fire to save sunil.  At that point, Vinnie could only see Sunil’s paw sticking out of the water, which was also hard to see given the ocean water was the same color as his fur. Sunil sank. Vinnie divedin after him, racing down the water to catch up to his sinking body, he was unable to spot him until eye spying with his little eye, glowing in the water! The emergency glow in the dark shorts! from his drawstrings! Despite her disgusting addiction to dress to impress, Blythe was a genius! Then vinnie swept him out of the water graciously and swiftly, water exploding all around them where they emerged. Their spinning wet bodys reflecting in the sun. All the kings men or whatever stared in awe.

“I got first place with my outfit!” Blythe squealed in excitement, not paying attention to a sliver of what just unfolded. Vinnie laid Sunil on the soft, yet scorching hot sand [cause it's the hottest day of the summer] like it was his fourth of July party. Sunil was still unconscious. Blythe was still too focused to help, he thought… This only meant one thing. Youngmee, Sue, Jasper, Mrs Twombly, her father, all the pets owners and cousins and all the horses and all the king's men gathered around vinnie and sunil as they watched the INSANE scene about to fold in front of them. Vinnie pressed his lips to Sunil like it was his October third party in 2002 at 1:06AM [Eastern standard time] “It’s just cpr… it’s just cpr…” he thought to himself, but with every puff of air his mind wandered away from just saving his best friend. Sunil awoken and gasped, he looked around in fear and confusion, shaking and sputtering out incoherent words. He had had a thumb sized cut on his cheek [he has a FAT thumb]. “Shh… It’s okay Sunil… I’m here…” he said in a hush. Sunil screamed and ran away, his footprints in the sand like Cinderella's slippers. And NO ONE could find him… He must be embarrassed by the cpr, Vinnie thought, and chased after him like Prince Churning. 

The trail ended behind a rock, where Sunil was crouched behind a rock, weeping ever so softly. Vinnie slowly walked up to Sunil, trying not to startle the mongoose. “Hey, Sunil… I know I just gave you cpr and stuff but… you don’t have to be all sad about it, y’know.” He put his hand on his shoulder. Sunil looked back at him with the most softest eyes, amber glowing golden in the hot sun [it being the hottest day of the year afterall] his soft eyes then turned sour [stream olivia rodrigo], he was angry at vinny for embarrassing him in front of all of the kings horses and all the king's men. “This is all YOUR fault! If you hadn't thrown that STUPID diary, don't think i didn't see what it said before i fell into the water. “I curse upon thee the sorrow of a thousand dead widows ?!” YOUR the one who smitted pepper. And we don't even know if she's going to survive!” his voice cracked with emotion, tears swelling up in his humongous amber eyes, the salt of the tears stinging the thumb-sized scar on his face. . Vinnies breathing began to quicken uncontrollably, he became lightheaded and the world spun around him. His heart pounded in his chest as he hyperventilated. This WAS all his fault… “And ENOUGH of that breathing competition, you are so.. so.. IMMATURE!” he rolled his eyes

Vinnies heart was in a million pieces. He truly believed Sunil felt what he felt when he was giving him cpr, it turned out to be all a delusion. 

TO BE CONTINUED…..?

[i hope not]

[unsoundedcomic]

Lots of peoples irl think an immortal soul/eternal essence/unforgettable memories is/are a defining characteristic of humans.

cont. "I mean to say that to those people it isn't so weird for humans to persist while the inhuman fade with their material being."

--

I know, I think that's most people. Humans tend to intuit some kind of extraphysical existence, the same way we intuit a flat earth and free will and a sun that moves across the sky - if we don't investigate all this and learn any different. I don't personally see how such a phenomenon is possible when we know that consciousness and indeed everything we are is produced by our brain. When the brain dies, we go black like the light on my ceiling fan when I flick the power switch off. We don't ask where the light went. It's just gone. Wolf's not still flailing around somewhere trying to avoid flung poop from an angry monkey when I end sekiro.exe.

I do understand the intuition though. When my dog died and I was carrying her out to the car to go to the doggie crematorium, her body was so shockingly pliant, heavy, and suddenly empty. It was like she'd left it and gone somewhere else. She didn't go with her body out to the car at all, she was just laying in my room behind my desk chair, still. It felt like that for weeks.

A lot of Unsounded's cosmology is the result of me wondering what the consequences would be if there really was extraphysical conscious existence. Like, there are so many versions of you. Which one would be eternal? Would your consciousness and memories at the time of death lift off you in one intact blob, or would everything break apart into all the selves you were? Your five year old self has no idea who your fifty year old self is, and vice versa, more or less. I don't see how they could stay together. If your five year old self simply doesn't get to be immortal like your death self, what about if you die with terrible dementia or a brain injury, would that just be you forever? Or does it roll back to a previous version? Where is that previous version coming from? Are there back-ups? So your child selves DO persist? What about all your trauma? Do you have to remember it all forever? Maybe you have no memories at all and are just an empty consciousness. Is there much satisfaction in being the equivalent of a disembodied houseplant for all eternity? Can you make new memories without a brain? How would you do anything without it? Or eyes or any senses?! AAAA!

Of course the simplest answer to all this is there's no reason to think it's a concern, the whole concept is just something we intuit incorrectly. Like the inak, I'm pretty cool with that. Because the alternative is really scary to think about.

Duane imagines Ssael seeing the khert and the eels and the squishes and all that, and deciding immediately that the Gods had to go.

[kyri45]

New new thing I did not guess the monkeys were there for but WAHHH lol Wukong's face, I get it man, you just gotta say things and Macaque instantly calling him out for it lol. ALSO UGH *punches floor* he is SO SOFT this is illegal. Lmk fans when Macaque reverts back to the softness he had before. category 5 storm. they're BOTH so illegally soft and concerned and caring in that last panel how do you EXPRESSION SO WELL I hope you stay possessed by the art demons forever omg this AU is great I can physically smash myself into the screen to hug these beans theyre just THAT squishy

Trust me the art demon is not holding back (don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing since it’s eating my soul.)

*bite the doorframe* also I have no idea of what you’re talking about I’m completely normal about soft Mamacaque *jumps on the ceiling*

[hoarding-gremlin]

Children waiting for the day they feel good

Happy birthday, happy birthday

And I feel the way that every child should

Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous

No one knew me, no one knew me

Hello, teacher, tell me, what's my lesson?

Look right through me, look right through me

[cas-kingdom]

could u write about owen strand and his daughter both talking about the new baby in season 2?

The door didn’t creak as it opened but Owen felt the light from the hallway on his face. He lifted his head and saw the dark shape of his youngest shutting the door behind her before shuffling quickly over to the bed.

“Hey, Sunshine,” he said, “trouble sleeping?”

You didn’t offer much more than an “I’m sleeping with you” as you crawled down the middle of the bed and lay flat between your parents.

Owen nodded definitively. “You’re sleeping with me.” He turned his head to look at you. “Why? Did Mom change your mattress?”

“Shush!” Owen had whispered, but you put a finger to your lips all the same, prompting Owen to mirror you. “Don’t give her ideas.” You sighed and glanced at your mother not at all approvingly. “She took down my frame of New York and hung up a picture of some monkey she said she got T.K. when he was a baby. But Dad, I can feel it looking at me. It’s creepy as heck.”

“Oh, God,” Owen groaned. “How did she even find—” He raised himself slightly, ensuring Gwyneth was still asleep, then lay back down— “I took that down and hid it in a corner of the garage when T.K. turned one. She didn’t believe me when I said that was the reason the kid wouldn’t sleep at night.” He leaned over to whisper conspiratorially. “Blamed it on the decorators we had in to paint the room.”

You snorted a little loudly before covering your mouth. After a moment of silence and no movement from your right, you lowered your hand. “Mom’ll have decorators in next.”

Owen snorted this time, not bothering to cover it up. “She better not,” he said, “the colours in this house are perfect.”

“Everything’s perfect. Was perfect.”

Despite your dejected tone, a corner of Owen’s lips curved upwards slightly. He’d known, of course, that the cursed monkey, no matter how horrific it looked, couldn’t be the only reason for his grown daughter to come sneaking into her parents’ room in the middle of the night. You had sought out his company at night plenty before Gwyn had arrived, and he was sure you’d done the same with Gwyn, but there had always been a reason behind it. He didn’t usually have to pull it out of you, you were good at spilling your thoughts when you knew you needed to. You definitely didn’t take after him in that aspect.

Reaching over, Owen pinched your cheek. “Uh-ohhh,” he sing-songed, grinning when you pushed his hand away, “Y/N’s got something on her miiind.” He settled when you stared blankly at the ceiling and dropped his voice. “Talk to me.”

You took a moment, always did. Then: “Everything’s changing. Not just the creepy monkey. This is the first time I’ve ever seen you guys in the same bed together.”

Owen rose an eyebrow. He hadn’t thought about that. T.K. had been seven when he and Gwyn had divorced, so he’d known at least for a time what it was like to have married parents. You, meanwhile, had been both Owen and Gwyn’s divorce gift to the other. You’d been born and had grown up in two separate homes, both as busy as the other, never privy to the happy family life your friends always talked about. Seeing your parents in bed together was such a trivial thing he hadn’t thought twice about, but it made sense that for you it would be at the forefront of your mind.

“I would’ve thought you’d appreciate that,” he said.

“Oh, this—” You vaguely gestured to him and your mom— “I do. It’s really, really cool. But everything is just—it's—” Quietly exasperated, you tossed your arms in the air before bringing them down again on either side of you. “It’s just weird, Dad.”

“Change,” Owen said. “Yeah, you get that from me. Listen, Sunshine…” He turned on his side to face you, glad when you did the same. “Your feelings are perfectly valid. I’m not the greatest fan of change either, believe it or not, and I know it’s all coming really fast, what with the move and the baby…but it’s all gonna be worth it in the end, right?”

You sighed, toying with the end of the duvet. “Yeah.”

There was more, then. “Y/N Strand.” Owen lowered his voice and his head, brows raising to ensure you knew he wasn’t playing. “My bed, my rules. Spill.”

“But it’s really stupid!”

“I once got told half of what comes out of my mouth is stupid.“ He grasped your hand and squeezed it gently. "What is it? The baby?” Your face fell and he nodded once. “The baby.”

“That’s the biggest change.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I won’t be the baby anymore.”

Ah. He frowned on instinct but corrected it almost immediately. “Not literally, but—and don’t laugh—you’ll always be my baby.” That got a smile from you, and he counted it a massive victory. "Seriously now. Don’t worry about the baby, alright? Things’ll continue to be a bit weird for a couple weeks, and when the baby arrives it’ll be weird again, but things’ll settle eventually.” He kissed your nose. “And I know you’ll make the best big sister.”

Any response you might have given him, other than a wide smile that had Owen claiming the victorious of victories, was interrupted by a quiet and unexpected: "Hey.”

Owen lifted his head to stare across at the, once again, cracked open door. “T.K.?”

T.K. stood at the door. Owen was getting déjà vu. “Can I—" T.K. pressed his lips together in a thin line and walked further into the room, speaking quietly but loud enough for his dad to hear. “Mom switched my mattress and my back aches.”

You gasped and sat up. “She did not.”

“She did too. You got room in there or should I sleep on the couch?”

You shuffled as close to Owen as you could without him falling off the bed. Tucked into his side, his arms pulling you close to him, Owen patted the space between you and Gwyn.

“Hop in, son. Can’t say this’ll be more comfortable than a hard mattress but it’s feeling weirdly like the old makeshift fort days.”

Like brother, like sister, T.K. quietly clambered onto the bed and down the middle until he was neatly stuck between you and Gwyn. There was silence for a moment.

“All I’m saying is she better not have thrown my mattress away because that baby is being returned to me the moment I wake up else I’m moving in with Carlos.”

Gwyn stirred so suddenly at T.K.’s less-than-quiet outburst that the three of you jumped. As if it had been done countless times before, you acted deep in sleep almost immediately, you with your arm slung over your exaggeratedly-snoring dad’s chest, T.K. with his leg stuck in an odd angle and hands folded over his stomach like he was sitting prettily in a coffin.

"What the…” Gwyn muttered, shifting in her place. Then—"Aww. My babies"—before she promptly fell asleep again.

T.K. moved first, his laughter coming in faint bursts. "She’s like Freddie Krueger,” he whispered.

“Sexy Freddie Krueger.”

“Ew, Dad.” You slapped his shoulder.

“Alright, alright. Let’s sleep, if we can.” He reached across to pat T.K. before resting his hand on your head. “Night, kiddos.”

“Night, Dad.”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

And if Owen fell out of the bed in the middle of the night…he definitely complained about it.

Lone Star Masterpost

[strayheartless]

Things heard in the Land of Departure Pt. 4:

1 | 2 | 3 | extra

Aqua: Oh please, My mastery credentials are just a scrap of notebook paper that say “can hit orb with giant key,” I am in no way qualified to mediate a fight to the death!

Sora: Hi Terra any advice for your students?

Terra: Give up, it’s safer for everyone involved.

Roxas: Gee thanks…😐

Riku: In times of crisis always remember, if it ain’t your circus you cannot be held responsible for the actions of those monkeys.

Ventus: *staring at the ceiling* please for the love of the gods, I’m begging you with every fibre of my being, just let me sleep!

Roxas: who are you talking to?

Vanitas: *from under the bed* me.

Roxas: THE FUCK?!?!

Xion: todays the day I train without embarrassing myself! *immediately trips and face plants Terras chest*

Vanitas: so you all just… try to murder eachother?

Sora: with boundaries.

Vanitas: murder with boundaries ?

Sora: yeah I heard it as soon as I said it.

Lea: if I can’t see it I didn’t set it on fire.

Kairi: hypothetically, you could use your keyblade as a giant shish kabob!

Riku: hypothetically you could not.

Sora: I don’t suffer from foot in mouth disease, I excel at it!

Isa: I’ve done many things in my life: I’ve been the right hand of a mad man; I’ve mutilated my own face out of loyalty; I’ve tripped headfirst into love the minute I regained a heart; and insulted Squall Leonhart to his face… yet nothing has this far terrified me quite like the 4”11, red headed, ball of female rage I currently have to train with.

Riku: you are a fuck head Roxas! A fuck fuck fuckety fuck head from fuck ville fuckania… and so’s your dad!

Roxas: *mouthing silently* Woooow

Vanitas: I don’t know whether to be impressed that I’m not the most psychotic person here or disturbed…

Ventus: I like having Van here, it means I can exact my revenge outside of the reach of the law!

Terra: how’s it going boys?

Riku: *laying on the floor next to Vanitas* We are barely holding on. The worlds are still in disarray, and we are still crippled by the weight of our past transgressions. If we are left unchecked we will decend once more into the depths of darkness never to return.

Terra: I meant how is cleaning going?

Vanitas: badly

Xion: *to Naminé* we’ve totally nailed sneaking you into training Aqua hasn’t even noticed!

Aqua: *without looking up* I noticed.

Naminé and Xion: fuck.

Sora: Riku said he didn’t love me anymore!😭

Riku: No, I said you couldn’t justifiably knock yourself out with a sleep spell every time you encounter a minor inconvenience…

Lea: on a scale of one to fuck I am a solid “can’t feel my toes”

Kairi: what did we learn?!

Vanitas: that your a fucking lunatic?!?

Kairi: And??

Vanitas: Zehanort didn’t fucking know what he was unleashing on the world!

Isa: I would like to go on record here and say that never in my life have I called someone a cotton headed ninny muggins, but I’m about to!

Roxas: run be over I can take it!

Xion: No! He can’t take it!

Naminé: Aqua I want to be a keyblade wielder

Aqua: And I want a house on destiny islands with a shirtless Terra to fan and feed me grapes!

Naminé: …

Aqua: Oh you were serious?!

[ramennoodlezzzao3]

Darry: It’s so hard to not be a buzzkill when I live with two fucking idiots!

Ponyboy from kitchen table: TWO?! *points to Sodapop who’s currently hanging off the ceiling fan like a monkey*

Darry: *sighs in defeat* A fucking idiot!

The Entire Gang: *Laughs uncontrollably for fifteen minutes straight*

(Based off of a TikTok made by the sturniolo triplets 🩵)

[hesterias]

I don’t even know where to begin with tonight. I told myself I wasn’t gonna go on and write a post, but I’ve had one of the best nights of my life and if I don’t articulate it, I may actually explode. We started queueing for GA floor at around 1:30pm and there were about 450 people in front of us, so I thought there was no way we would get to be in the front. Well, fast forward to 8pm and we were third row. We just booked it as soon as doors opened, and it was the best decision. The monkeys were so close 🥹

Fontaines DC opened and god, what an amazing show they put on. Such energy. Loved them. (I didn’t capture any videos or pictures of that, but I did capture Davey!)

Then the monkeys came on with Sculptures and it was truly BEAUTIFUL. Surreal. Alex, glorious motherfucker he is, started singing and I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts. The whole venue was deafening with how many people were screaming. That song live is… gorgeous. It was like being in a film, and for a second, I truly thought 007 himself was gonna burst through the ceiling to save us all, and from somewhere a director was gonna yell “cut.”

Here’s a photo taken during Brainstorm (could literally smell him he was so close):

They played Crying Lightning, Fireside, and TBHC back to back and I could feel my soul elevating. The three songs I was hoping they’d play but never thought they would in one single gig, much less one after the other. My voice was already gone at this point, I was insane.

Loved the stage colors during TBHC 😍

Arabella was amazing live. Alex even pointed to his little boots while he sang she’s got some interstellar gator skin boots, what a precious babe. Will attach video in a separate post. I wish Tumblr let me attach multiple videos in one post.

Someone brought a Dr. Simi dressed as a 🪩 and threw it at Alex during TBBAM 😭🤣 Iconic.

But my favorite part of the night has to be during IBYLGOTDF 😭 Alex was singing and made eye contact with me at one point, and my high 🚬 ass pointed at him as I sang 🫵🏼 I bet YOU look good on the dance floor 🫵🏼 and then he pointed back at me and scrunched his face in a playful 😠 way while singing, and then I mouthed oh OKAY 🤔🤨🫵🏼 and he nodded his head and mouthed yeah, yeah 🧐🫱🏻 or something like that. Dork, I truly had no fucking clue what that was about but I believe we came to a mutual neuro understanding 🤣 Apparently I have game when I’m high. Or delusion. Or both. Wish I had a video of that!

Oh and he dedicated DIWK to Amelia 🥺❤️

Ooof. Still riding that high, the whole day was spectacular. Brought my dad with me cause he’s a big AM fan and we’d never gone to a concert together, so it was truly special. They sound amazing. Alex looks even more ethereal in person, which I’m not surprised about. Babygirl is gorgeous. Anyway, life = made 🐒