#or ur mums house 😏

[pirateddee]

hahahaha cunty vampire kyrus

extra: not art but related

[mattscoquette]

Literally pissed off at one of his friends we had to pull over cause he felt like throwing up I was just rubbing his back ( i seriously can’t stand when someone throws up I hate the sound) but he’s my boyfriend i obviously have to be there for him. The were blasting the music and one of them is literally an idiot he was fucking speeding I was yelling at him to stop and he told my boyfriend to “control me” he’s my least favorite out of his friends the other 3 are really cool they’re respectful nice young men like seriously any girl would be lucky to have them and those 3 guys he grew with like im talking there parents were highschool/ college friends and had kids around the same time. The other guy the idiot is new I fucking hate him. Like I get guys mess around with there friends when they have girlfriends cause it’s a different side they never seen of them yk. But I hate that guy but whatever I hope they drop him soon. I’m supposed to go home but I texted my parents that my boyfriend is sick and the he has covid ( he doesn’t) I just want to take care of him they cut hours at work so im literally only working Saturday 🥲 so I’ll be playing doctor or stay a home wife while I take care of my little pookie ( his mum knows how strict my parents are so she covers for me I literally love her so she’s saying he has covid ). Like girl plz my boyfriends 21 im 22 and he has his own place with his brother you don’t think I wanna fuck like yall he’s not allowed to spend the night at my house but I’ll go to his cause my parents think we aren’t in the same bed 😏 and. This weekend get away took so much convincing I told them other girls were going to be there ( there wasn’t any)

Anon 🧛🏻

omg wait first of all that one guy seems like a DICK omfg 😭😭😭 and ur bfs mom covering for u is so sweet omg my parents r also so strict like if i had a bf i don’t think they’d even let me stay overnight at his house 😭😭 but i hope he feels better soon omg :(

[sofasoap]

I love this chapter soooo much 😭🥺🥺

Poor thing, suffering from anxiety and the stress from the crowd..

Omg that is so funny, Reader now u remember what ur bf's name is?? 😆😆😆

And I love how we getting to know more and more about his life... batman was bis inspiration??? 😆

OHhhHhhhHhhhh 😏😏😏😏

Oh! Who else does he live with in that house?? Dad and bro??

Lol typical mother.

This reminds me of my mum in law's european relatives sooo kuch, whats with oldies and using ipad like iPhone.....

That is so so so sweet she accepted reader... 🥺🥺🥺 and all the childhood stories..

And ah! We got to meet Walter, mum's boyfriend!

Wonder how awkward it was when they were left alone to talk..

Thank you sooooo much for the story... looking forward to the next chap!

Reunion (ii)

Author's Note: Part 2 of 3 where we meet König's family

Summary: König takes you to meet his family

Requested by @wikusiax0

Part 1

"Reunion"

The plane ride to Austria was hectic.

In the middle of summer, it seemed like everyone was either traveling from or to Europe it was like it would never end. Your flight was delayed the first time, then stopped somewhere, before actually telling you it was delayed again, and then finally getting to your destination.

Once there, it seemed like nobody could take their eyes off of König.

People stood still, watching your boyfriend guide you through the airport as you trailed behind him attempting to keep up. Red faced and nervous, he pulled on a face mask and sunglasses.

You squeezed his hand, approaching an exit.

Once outside he took a deep breath.

“I think it’s worse when people don’t assume you speak German and they talk about your height.”

You smiled, rubbing his hand. If you were being completely honest, you were a nervous wreck. So little did König talk about his family which made you question and wonder so many things about them.

What was his mother like?

Would his father even come?

Would there be a language barrier?

You got in a taxi with him which dropped you off in some small town about an hour away from the airport.

König thanked the driver and proceeded to get out. You said thank you, then winced at the fact that maybe this man did not speak English.

“You are welcome!” he said, however his face was more serious than his cheerful voice.

“Alright, we start walking. It’s not far from here.”

You turned around in awe, watching how the houses and buildings were so different from what you were used to. The sun was setting already showing a streaks of orange and purple up ahead. Not many people were out, but it still amazed you how small, quaint this town was.

You tried to picture König as a kid running around or even as a teenager running around…

“Paul?”

König stood still.

Your thoughts quickly evaporated as you turned to where the voice came from.

Anxiety poured into his veins. Turning slowly, he looked at the person addressing him.

“Ah, no. I am not Paul.”

König was speaking English to a man who clearly spoke German.

The man cocked his head to the side, smiling, then shook his head side to side. Spoke in German again.

“You are Paul’s son?”

König stood still, then proceeded to nod his head.

“Andreas?” the man said curiously.

The man walked over quickly and shook his hand furiously.

König excused himself and introduced you. His mother tongue coming out so effortless and strong.

You shyly held out your hand speaking slowly.

“So. nice. to. meet. you!”

The man eyed you up and down, staring back at König like something was off. Before the man could say anything, König excused you guys and you made your way up the trail again.

“I’m sorry for all the walking. We walk in Europe.”

You laughed, watching him carry your luggage, his luggage, duffel bags, all while you held your backpack.

“Yeah… I’m really struggling over here.” you said, rolling your eyes.

You had started wondering why you left the man down the road.

“Paul is your dad?”

“Yes” he said, making eye contact behind you then trailing up ahead.

“Andreas... is your brother?”

The gravel crunch from his feet stopped. He let out a soft laugh, proceeding towards the road.

“Andreas is my name schatz.”

“What......” you said so softly

You stopped

“What do you mean your name is Andreas?”

He laughed, shaking his head. The crinkles in his eyes forming.

“You know this, you saw my drivers license.”

You sucked your cheeks in, realizing your mistake.

“Actually my name is whatever pet name you call me, I never call you by your real name.”

“All this time I thought your name was König and your last name was Andreas…”

He laughed harder this time, adjusting the duffle bags on his arms.

“Schatz, my mother calls me Andy!”

“I thought it was because Toy Story was your favorite movie…”

He holds in his laughter.

“Come on, schatz, or should I call you by your first name?”

You roll your eyes, embarrassment flooding your face as you walk behind him.

Andreas…

*

He guides you down a road, towards a medium-sized house.

It was a two story white house with brown accents. The roof was made of wood. Behind the house was a small hill. The house had several windows in front, a pointed roof, and a small garden in front of it. The fencing around it was made with wood, as its pillars were made of stone.

You tried to picture König walking from school everyday to his house, working on the garden like he did at home, or even just him sitting outside from the balcony, watching people walk by as he talked to his mom about life.

“Nobody’s home, thank god.” Konig snapped you from your imagination.

Leading you into the house, you stepped foot in the living room.

The living room was adorned with several awards in ice hockey and soccer, and many “serious” kid photos. There were two couches placed around a rectangular coffee table.

“I’m taking your bags into my room, make yourself at home.”

You continued to admire all his awards in ice hockey. His photos where he’s off to the side with "friends." He’s never smiling in any of them.

It reminds you of his photos –chiseled face, eyebrows pulled together delivering a menacing look.

“Schatz.. come here please.”

You follow his voice up the stairs and down a hallway. There’s a door at the end of the hall painted black, with a gold doorknob.

You enter his room and are immediately filled with curiosity.

His room is covered with posters of Batman.

There’s a small bed in front of you, above it there’s a shelf where two buildings are built out of random legos. You notice one is Wayne Tower, and the other is Arkham Asylum.

Behind you is a desk with a computer, old notebooks, piles of CD’s, and a teenage picture of him and his mom at a park.

You admire the room around you.

He sits on his bed, looking comically huge compared to it.

“I’ve ordered a bigger bed, but I'll need to assemble it. We can stay in the guest room tonight.”

You don’t listen to what he says, just stare around the room.

Suddenly, it clicks.

“Batman wears a mask…Is that your inspiration?”

He exhales, his face turning red.

“Uh, yes, I think so. I think Batman was one of my favorites. I haven’t been here since I was seventeen.”

He brushes it off.

He grabs you towards him, hugging you from the waist, then places his head on you. He exhales, like he’s been holding his breath on this entire trip.

You rub his hair back, scratching parts of his scalp to relieve him.

He speaks softly.

“I just get so much anxiety coming back here.”

“You’re okay, I'm here, we don't have to do anything you don’t want.”

He looks up at you, his bottom lip captured between his teeth, his eyes shift from your eyes to your lips. He stands up, guiding his hands from your waist to your head, entangling them in your hair bringing you into a kiss.

His kiss is hungry, sloppy, like when he greets you after a mission that went too long for his liking. He sucks on your tongue, pulling you in closer, then elicits a moan where he begins to suck on your bottom lip. He keeps making a mess of your lips, as his hands guide down to your ass, bringing you in closer, squeezing and putting his finger right where he would finger you from behind.

He stops, pulling away, just as you’re out of breath, looking up at him, dizzy from all the love.

“Thanks” you say.

“I’m sorry, I just never thought I would be back here… with someone.” His lips are swollen and wet.

“Just fulfilling a fantasy you always had?”

He smirks, and doesn’t answer.

“I’ll get started on the bed, we have dinner with my mom tonight so you should get ready.”

*

You had been fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. He stationed the car a little further away.

He turned towards you. Seeing you fidget, emotionless.

“You have nothing to be scared of. My mom is very much like me.”

He grabs you, pulling you into a kiss before stepping out.

"I'm so happy you get to meet her."

You walk down towards the road, to a similar one story house.

König opens the door, and wonderful smells hit your nose.

There’s rustling in the kitchen, music playing from the tv.

“Andreas? Are you home?”

His mother comes out of the kitchen, smiling, eyeing you with adoration.

“Hello! So good to finally meet you!” she walks towards you embracing you in a hug.

“I am Andreas' mom, my name is Anna.” She rubs the sides of your arms, tears clouding her eyes. She looks at your face, bringing your hands into hers and holding them. There's so much softness to her.

“It’s so nice to meet you Anna” you say. You’re taken aback a bit. She receives you with so much love, almost as if you’ve met before.

“Come in! Come in! Let us sit in the kitchen while we wait for Walter.”

She guides you to the kitchen, holding your hand completely ignoring König.

König whispers to you: "Wait for Walter?"

“Please have a seat with me, the roast is almost done.”

Anna is a tall woman, she has white hair that comes down to her shoulders. Her skin looks soft, with small wrinkles around her eyes. Her upper lip has wrinkles making her look like she’s been pouting or sucking on a lemon.

“Ja…. Hi mama? Your son is here too!”

She side-eyes König.

“Well if you wanted me to acknowledge you, you should’ve put her on FaceTime the first time I asked.”

König smiles, taking the seat next to you.

“I’m not going to start with you.”

Her boyfriend comes out. He’s a man just as tall as her. He’s got a more stocky build to him. He wears thick framed glasses that sit on a small nose. He’s dressed casually, a button up with jeans, and loafers. However when he enters the room, it’s like he radiates warmth.

“Hello! Anna, why didn’t you say guests arrived?”

The man puts his hand out, König doesn’t stand up with you.

You shake his hand introducing yourself.

“Wonderful name, my name is Walter.”

Anna gets up, ready to serve dinner. She looks at you,

“Do you mind helping me in the kitchen?”

Once in the kitchen, you realize her food still isn’t ready.

She’s smiling, bombarding you with questions. Her cheeks are pink, from the heat of the oven.

“I need the FULL story. Where did you meet!? Are you involved in the military too?

No actually we met at a grocery store.

“What was your first date like?”

He took me to the observatory…

“I love that ring, I have many stones you should take home with you! I don't wear them I just have them stored away.”

No no! I couldn’t.

“Does Andreas work too much? I told him he needs to stay home with you.”

He tries to stay for longer periods of time, but—

You were cut off, König coming into the kitchen.

“Don’t scare her please this is the only one who has stuck around.”

He sneaks his arm around you, rubbing your shoulder.

She sees how you two fit together. It gives her an idea.

“Andreas! Let me get a photo for my album.”

She runs out of the room quickly, König whispers—

“She left me in the kitchen on purpose so I could talk to Walter.”

“Well what did you say? Kind of rude not to stand up when he offered his hand” —

His mom returns, an iPad in her hands.

“I can put this on my Facebook!”

“Mama why the iPad when we can take it in the phone?”

“Stop it! Now smile!”

She takes several photos, then has you pick which one you like best.

“Oh my friends love to see Andreas! I haven’t posted a photo since he left for the military…. I also never seen him smile this big before!”

König turns red, remembering how much he actually hated photos.

Anna guides you back to the kitchen where she tells stories of König as a child as you have dinner.

How small he was when he was born, fragile, breaking bones almost every year since he could walk.

He then randomly had a growth spurt when he went to high school.

When he cried because there were six other kids in his class who dressed as Batman for Halloween and he thought his mother wouldn’t recognize him at pick up.

When he wrote a poem for his project but got so anxious he cried all night and ended up missing school the next day.

How his brother was mean to him because he was always the taller one, König was smaller.

All memories he’s told you before but with less details.

Was his brother still taller? You couldn’t even imagine someone bigger than your boyfriend.

As Walter cleared up the dishes, Anna brought you to the living room.

She had already positioned a small cookie platter with a variety of biscuits, fruits, and sugary crackers.

“Walter please make coffee.” She yelled out.

There were many pictures of König positioned in her living room. He had a pout as a child, his eyes sad, and cheeks round.

He looked as if he had finished crying and his mother took the picture immediately.

Then you eyed it, a picture of all of them.

“Is this… your dad and brother?”

König stepped behind you.

“Yeah that’s me, Elias is behind me, my mom and dad.”

“Elias? Like Uncle Elias?”

“Yes, my brother was named after him. His first name is Paul, but we call him Elias.”

He paused for a moment.

“Elias thought he would never have kids because he was gay. So my mom named my brother after him.”

Anna pulled you into a hug again from behind.

“I am just so happy!”

“Mama stop. You’re scaring her.”

“You never bring one girl or boy to the house! I can smother this one.”

You gather around the living room. Swapping stories you two living together—the raccoon that entered the house, the garden König tends to, your library of books that he promises will make a bookshelf for.

His mom sits like a child, wide eyed, indulging in the stories you tell.

König interjects once in a while to give his side of the story or says things like

“Did it happen that way? I could’ve sworn it was—“

His mother hushes him, focusing on you.

It’s around 1 in the morning before König finally has had enough.

“Mama, we have to go. The funeral is early tomorrow.”

“Stay here for the night!” She begs, her eyebrows furrowing loving your company.

“No mama, you know we don’t have things here.”

König is tired, eyes bloodshot red weighing down his cheeks.

“Fine, but it’s not any trouble. Walter, please bring me my box.”

Walter walks down the hallway, appearing with a golden box.

His mom opens the box, searching for a gold necklace.

It’s when you see what she’s doing that you immediately decline.

“You don’t have to give me anything! You say, objecting the gift in her hand.

You can feel König's hand on your lap, reassuring you it's okay.

“I don’t have to, schatzi, but I want to. I cannot express how much happiness you’ve brought my son and now me.”

She rummages around the box, pairing small stones with the gold necklace but nothing satisfies her… until she sees it.

Her mouth smiles so big as she eyes you.

The necklace she presents you has a teardrop pendant. The stone in the middle is a radiant blue topaz.

She walks behind you, lifting your hair aside.

“When Andreas was born, he was born during the last month of the year. I think postpartum hit me the hardest this time around because I knew my son would be lonely, little, and I was very sad….”

She locks the necklace behind you, smoothing your hair down.

"Uncle Elias gave me this necklace in the hospital after seeing how small Andreas was after delivery. He said the stone was as strong as he would be."

“Andreas father had shamed me for giving birth prematurely, I was all alone fighting for him and myself….”

“And now I can see he’s not lonely anymore, he is not small anymore, and I am no longer sad but fulfilled.”

You stand up to hug her, she squeezes you, like you’ve been her best friend all these years.

“I am so happy you were born because it means there was a friend out there for my son.”

König interjects —“A friend who kisses me on the lips.” Rolling his eyes.

His mother swats him on the head speaking in German.

“OKAY I’m sorry. I’m just tired.”

“Go home get some rest. I will see you tomorrow at the funeral.”

As you walk to the car, you can’t help but think about how lonely the world must have been for him. How much it meant for someone to come home to his mom to reassure her that he was not alone in this world anymore.