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nightghoul381 · 21 days ago

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Ellis Twilight ~ Main Route Chapter 15

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: None

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Part 1

You loved running.

You said you wanted to go anywhere, chase the twilight, and travel the world, all while laughing.

But I—I was fine anywhere.

No matter where I was or what I was doing, as long as I could always be with my loved ones.

“If you say something so carefree, I’ll leave you behind.”

I don’t like that.

Don’t go anywhere.

“I can’t go anywhere anymore.”

“—Are you satisfied?”

Kate: “Woah… It’s raining.”

Ellis: “…!”

After the big fiasco at the horror house, I was thinking it over…and on the way back took Ellis to a familiar flower shop.

Soon after, rain clouds covered the evening sky and a light rain began to fall.

Ellis: “Kate, over here.”

Kate: “Wow…”

Our hands that were still holding each other were released, and before I knew it, his hands were holding my shoulders.

(We’re so close…)

He put his jacket over my head to cover me from the rain, and my heart leapt when I realized we were closer than when we were holding hands.

Kate: “But Ellis, you’ll get wet like this…”

Ellis: “I’ll be fine. I’d be sad if you caught a cold, so make sure you cover yourself up.”

We ran through the rainy city while still huddled close.

(…I can smell Ellis.)

The warmth from where we were touching, and the feeling of a big hand embracing my shoulder,

Everything about Ellis makes my heart ache sweetly.

On my first day as fairytale keeper, I clutched the play ticket tightly and ran through the city with Ellis like this…

(That day was when Ellis asked me “How happy are you right now?”)

(I answered “So happy I could die”)

(Maybe I’m happier now than I was then.)

(Because I’m so…heartbroken.)

Kate: “Haa… I’m glad it didn’t rain that hard.”

Ellis: “Yeah. But… the wind was so strong that your back is a little wet.”

After walking me back to my room, Ellis took back the jacket he’d covered me with.

Ellis: “I was trying to cover it… Are you cold?”

Kate: “It’ll be fine if I dry it with a towel. Ellis, you should dry off too.”

Ellis: “I think it’ll dry even if I leave it alone.”

He paid attention to even the smallest things about me, but when it came to himself, Ellis was shockingly uninterested.

(If I left him alone, he’d probably leave it wet…)

Kate: “No… there are towels in my room, so why don’t you come in?”

Ellis: “…Huh?”

Kate: “I’d be sad if you caught a cold too, Ellis.”

I picked up a towel from the chest and ran over to Ellis.

I told him to come in, but he just stood there, one step from the door.

Kate: “Here you are.”

Ellis: “Mm…Thank you.”

Part 2

Kate: “Here you are.”

Ellis: “Mm…Thank you.”

The door was slightly open and he stood at the border between the room and the door, as if he would escape at any time.

After receiving the towel, Ellis used it to dry his hair and face.

His fluffy, curly hair was soaked, and as the towel is moved around, his hair became disheveled and messy.

(The drying is a bit messy…)

(He’s cute but… he feels so masculine.)

Suddenly realizing that the two of us were alone in my room, my heart started beating fast.

Ellis: “…Ah, my clothes are wet too.”

(…Wait, wait!)

Ellis started unbuttoning his shirt to dry himself and I hurriedly turned my back to him so I wouldn’t look.

Ellis: “��Today was fun.”

Kate: “What? Oh, yeah! I’m glad you enjoyed it Ellis…”

I could still hear the rustling of his shirt, so I answered without turning around.

Ellis: “Kate.”

Kate: “What…?”

I heard footsteps approaching and felt a towel on my neck.

Ellis: “You didn’t dry your back.”

Kate: “Uh? Y-yeah… thank you.”

Ellis: “I’ll untie the laces…hold the front.”

My heart skipped a beat as I felt his fingers touch the ribbon at my nape.

Kate: “Eh, ah… wait.”

The ribbon was untied and I hurriedly held up the front of my blouse.

I felt like all my nerves were concentrated where the towel was touching.

My heart was beating so hard, I felt like it was going to break, and I was worried that my breathing would be so irregular that I’ll look weird.

(I’m so aware of him that I feel like I’m going crazy…)

I wanted to see Ellis’ expression.

(But…Ellis might be acting the same as always.)

(Maybe I’m the only one who’s feeling this way.)

While I was thinking about this, Ellis’ fingertips brushed against my skin…

Kate: “…Nngh.”

When my voice spilled out, Ellis’ hand stopped and quickly moved away.

It felt like he was saying, I don’t mean to mislead you.

(…Is it really just me feeling so worked up like this?)

He’d only briefly touched me.

That was about it for Ellis, otherwise he wouldn’t have any thoughts about it.

Thinking about that—a feeling of sadness tightened my chest.

Kate: “…Ellis.”

Kate: “I… I like you, Ellis.”

When I realized that, my feelings started spilling from my lips.

(I want to know more about Ellis’ secrets.)

(His mischievous smile, his anxious expression, his troubled expression.)

Kate: “I’ve fallen in love with you.”

(It’s not just about all that he does for me, I want to know Ellis’ true feelings too… I want to know everything.)

I turned around and looked up.

His twilight colored eyes—I felt they were a little warmer than usual.

(Ellis…?)

I wanted to make sure it wasn’t just my imagination, so I couldn’t take my eyes off of his.

Ellis: “Does that mean… You want to be my girlfriend?”

I nodded.

Ellis’ eyes were swaying like the sunset swaying on the horizon.

Ellis: “If that happened—would you be happy?”

Kate: “…Yes.”

Ellis: “I see…”

His breath touched my cheek and the feel of that alone made my heartrate speed up.

Ellis: “What you just told me means—”

Ellis: “…You don’t want me to leave, is that right?”

My back hits the wall.

(Ah…)

When I looked up, Ellis was leaning his hands against the wall, surrounding me—

Part 3

(Ah…)

When I looked up, Ellis was leaning his hands against the wall, surrounding me—

Kate: “……yes.”

Without looking away, I nodded.

I wanted to know all of Ellis’ secrets, emotions, and desires.

I stared at him without blinking, not wanting to miss a single emotion…

Ellis: “…okay.”

Kate: “O-okay…?”

Ellis: “Would you like to be lovers?”

Ellis: “Then I can do whatever makes you happy--.”

Ellis: “Kisses and more—everything.”

***CHOICES***

*** 1. Whatever makes me happy? +4 +4 ***

2. More than that? +2 +4

3. Everything? +4 +2

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Kate: “Whatever makes me happy?”

Ellis: “Kate, I accept your feelings.”

His lips grew closer—I opened my eyes wide just before they touch, but I still don’t know what Ellis is feeling.

(Is he only doing this because it “makes me happy”…?)

I wanted him to explain it clearly, so I instinctively pushed his chest back.

Kate: “You too, Ellis?”

Ellis: “…Huh?”

His eyes, a mysterious look in them, were reflecting back at me.

Kate: “Since you were about to kiss me now, then…”

Kate: “Can I assume that you want to do it too, Ellis?”

Ellis: “…!”

Ellis took a deep breath.

Kate: “If it’s not like that, then I don’t want to do it.”

Kate: “Kissing, or doing more than that… even becoming lovers, I won’t be happy.”

--Flashback—

Kate: “It’s not just about making the other person happy.”

Kate: “I think it would be better for you to become lovers with someone that you want to be with forever, Ellis.”

Ellis: “Someone I want… to be with forever?”

--Second Flashback—

Ellis: “Don’t let them kill you…”

Ellis: “Until I make you the happiest.”

Ellis: “Stay with me, don’t go anywhere.”

--End Flashback—

(At that time--)

Kate: “’Stay with me’… You told me that.”

Kate: “Even when we got separated today… You said you wouldn’t be able to let go of my hand.”

Ellis: “…”

Kate: “Those weren’t just words for me… I feel like they were your true feelings, Ellis.”

(But… There’s always that ‘but’ or ‘what if’)

Kate: “If I’m mistaken, tell me straight out…Then I’ll give up.”

Reflecting me, his twilight-colored eyes wavered greatly…

Ellis: “Im…--”

Part 4

Kate: “If I’m mistaken, tell me straight out…Then I’ll give up.”

Reflecting me, his twilight-colored eyes wavered greatly…

Ellis: “I’m…--”

Ellis: “…”

His thin lips began to say something, but he choked on the words painfully.

Kate: “…Ellis.”

Something big, gentle, and cool covered my eyes, and my vision suddenly went dark.

Kate: “Ellis…?”

Ellis: “…Sorry.”

Ellis: “Telling you not to go anywhere and not letting go of your hand…You were right.”

Ellis: “All of it… was my feelings.”

Ellis: “My selfishness.”

My vision was covered and I couldn’t see, but I could imagine what Ellis’ face was like.

What came to mind was an anxious expression, as if he were searching for the right answer.

Kate: “You’re not being selfish…”

Ellis: “…But, I can’t do that.”

Kate: “…can’t…?”

Ellis: “It would definitely make you unhappy.”

Ellis: “Until I make your greatest happiness eternal,”

Ellis: “I have to keep my desires bound.”

Ellis’ feelings and desires were secret.

It looked as if Ellis himself was holding the lid down firmly with both hands.

Ellis: “So… I can’t tell you that I love you right now.”

(That means--)

Kate: “Hey Ellis, move your hand…”

Ellis: “……No.”

My body is easily held back by force.

No matter how hard I struggled, his arms showed no signs of loosening—

Kate: “Ellis…”

As I tried to move, the loosened ribbon made my blouse slip of my shoulders.

But still, the palm covering my eyes wouldn’t move away.

Ellis: “I can’t.”

Ellis: “…I can’t let you look at me right now.”

Ellis: “Please.”

It was the first time I’d heard Ellis’ voice like this, like he was straining it out.

Ellis: “…Kate.”

Ellis: “If you were destined to despair tomorrow, would you want to make today last forever?”

Ellis: “Or, even if you suffer from knowing the happiness you could never get back and go crazy like Jake…”

Ellis: “Would you still want to live?”

The sudden question left me confused.

(This… This is important to you, Ellis.)

(It must be very important.)

I wanted to think carefully and give him an answer, but I couldn’t seem to organize my thoughts.

Kate: “I don’t know…”

Ellis: “…I see…If that’s so, I’m sorry.”

The palm of his hand was gently removed.

Ellis was smiling --with a dark, unreadable expression.

Part 5

The palm of his hand was gently removed.

Ellis was smiling --with a dark, unreadable expression.

Ellis: “…This is a problem.”

Ellis: “I want to make you happy…”

Ellis: “But I don’t know how to make you happy anymore.”

Ellis smiled, as if troubled by his inability to find the right answer.

Ellis: “…Sorry. Just give me a little bit of time.”

With that, he put the towel down and quietly left the room.

Kate: “What…was that?”

Kate: “I don’t know… Ellis.”

As I crouched down beside the wall, I noticed the towel that Ellis had used to dry me lying there.

When I picked it up, I could smell Ellis’ scent, like freshly washed linen.

“I can’t say I love you because I have to keep my desires in check”—

(That’s the same as saying you love me too, Ellis.)

Why wouldn’t he kiss me and say “I want this too”?

(But that’s all I need.)

In exchange for the pain in my chest, I learned…

All Ellis wanted to do was truly exist only for someone else.

It was like Ellis was embarrassed when he was asked about his own desires.

(Why…?)

--Flashback—

Jude: “There’s no such thing as genuine kindness, so put that prerequisite away.”

Jude: “I’m sure his kindness isn’t just due to simple affection.”

--End Flashback—

--I can only think of one person who might know.

I finally found Jude in the Castle library.

(When he doesn’t work, he sometimes looks for literature there…)

(It’s a good thing Ellis told me.)

Kate: “Jude.”

When I called out to him, he responded with a click of his tongue as if he was annoyed.

Jude: “…I’m busy right now, can’t ya see that?”

Kate: “I’m sorry… There’s something I want to ask you, about Ellis.”

If I continued to ramble, I would get an annoyed glare.

Jude: “You told me before that Ellis’ kindness had a purpose.”

Jude: “What of it?”

When he’d given me his ‘advice’ earlier, I hadn’t listened to it in depth.

Maybe I’d just wanted to turn a blind eye to the strange feeling I sometimes felt about Ellis.

(But…not now.)

Kate: “What is the purpose of it?”

(I want to know more about Ellis.)

Jude: “Aah… I see.”

Jude: “Ya finally realized he’s dangerous ‘n now yer scared?”

Kate: “…No.”

Kate: “Ellis… I want to know why he’s so obsessed with other people’s happiness that he even kills his own feelings.”

Kate: “Because I want to cherish Ellis’ feelings.”

Jude: “That’s a big ask.”

Jude narrowed his eyes and his face became that of a business man.

Jude: “So? If I tell ya, how much will ya pay me, princess?”

His eyes were counting the gains and losses he could extract from me.

Kate: “Jude, I will pay you whatever you think is appropriate for this information.”

If I could understand how Ellis was from the beginning, I would give him anything he wanted.

Jude looked at me coldly, as if trying to gauge my thoughts…then snorted.

Jude: “He wants ta kill ya at yer happiest moment.”

Kate: “…Huh?”

Jude: “It’s got nothin’ to do with murderous intent or desire, it’s 100% for yer own sake.”

Jude: “He wants ta kill ya at the happiest moment of yer life ‘n make it last forever.”

Jude: “That’s what he’s after.”

(The happiest moment…)

(Kill?)

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carlosainzgf · 2 years ago

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handle me (if you can)

miguel o’hara x reader

warnings: really really messy pussy eating 😝

"tell me all about the things we'll never do." you flirtingly dragged out as you sat on miguels lap in his office, looking at him right in the eye.

"you sitting on my lap is one of them, the dreams you have about me and tell me about will never happen, sweetheart... can't and shouldn't happen."

"why?" you whined out with frustration.

"cause you work for me." he told you with a hint of sadness and frustration in his voice.

"don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

he held you by the back of your head and pulled you closer to him, hastily making your lips meet. his lips on your soft ones felt like heaven to you. you could feel him hastening so you pull away and say "you look big and scary but can't even kiss me properly, miguel. be brave with me. kiss me like the man everyone is scared to approach." you giggled out.

"you sure you can handle me?"

"sure you can handle me?" you teased forward.

the teasing and pushing migeul had finally paid off. you were layed out on his desk, stuff thrown on the ground for you to lay on it. his head was squashed between your thighs. he's sucking and slurping on your cunt because he knows you like it. maybe too much. both his arms are wrapped around you to stop any attempts you have to run away. not that you would anyways. his face moves up and down your slick slit, his tongue prodding at your tight hole. he groans in satisfaction as you push your hips up his face and cry out a silly version of his name. his hands squeezed your thighs in affirmation "that's it, mi belleza" he praises. his words go straight to your sticky cunny as he slurps loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. his arms wrapped around your tights, holding you in place, his face covered in your wetness and glistening when the light of the room hit his face. his tongue was switching places between your opening and clit, flattening it once in a while. he lifted his head for a moment just to spit on your waiting hole, watching it slide down, catching it with a finger and sliding it in. he feels you tight hole squeeze as he stares in awe. he lowers his head back onto your throbbing clit and starts suckling on it, drinking up your sweet juices hungrily. he shakes his head from side to side receiving a high pitched sob from you in return.

"miguel, please just- aah"

"tough you said you could handle me, huh?"

you plead no avail. infact, he pushes another finger into your tight hole, stretching it forward.

“gonna come!” you let him know but as soon as the words slipped past your lips he pulled away from your dripping pussy, leaving you confused.

he wiped the lower half of his face with the back of his hand before he spoke “that’s for teasing me earlier… i’ll let you cum when you learn not to be a brat, hm? now get dressed we have a meeting in 15 minutes.”

part 2?!?!???!!?!

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel ohara smut #i need this man inside me #smut #fanfic #atsv fanfiction #atsv x you

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fluff-n-cookies · 1 year ago

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You may call me crow anon

Idk how any of this worls as i recently joined tumblr

But can i pls ask for platonic dabi who comes looking for sister reader after she moved out years ago from the todorkoi house and only keeps contat with fyumi, natsuo and occasionally rei?

Idl man

HI I don't know Either but WELCOME TO TUMBLR, I hope you enjoy your stay. I will add you to my anon list on my rules for requests page and. I hope to hear from you again, and fun fact you are my first EVER anon so thank you, It's my pleasure.

ANNNNDD for the sake of the story the reader has pink hair.

warnings Dabi tries to commit suicide. and some swearing.

RUN. do nothing but RUN.

RUN to find her. RUN to safety. RUN AWAY from the police.

Dabi's Inner monologue rang loud, louder than any other, louder than the sound of the police and the hero's trying to catch him. so, damn, loud.

Panting, the young 15 year old Dabi, who somehow managed to dye his hair and steal food for 2 years of his life, turned a swift corner into the alley way before jumping up to climb the fire shoot, it was now when it occurred to him.

(y/n) would not be happy to see the man you have become.

he froze for a second, scared, he did his best, he tried so hard to be a hero, a hero for his older sister, for she who believed in him when none else would, but it wasn't until the scorching pain of blood polling at his eye bags that he started to move again.

oh how he admired her, and her dreams of becoming rich, dreams of being someone other than their father daughter.

too bad they were broken down and beaten everyday.

too bad that Touya had to sit there and watch his darling sister, his one and only light, be dimmed and overshadowed.

it was worse he couldn't do anything.

it was worse he just could watch.

it was painful. even more so when at 16 she told him she'll be back soon, hugged their mom good bye, handed him a sheet of paper with the Words "We'll meet again" written in shabby hand writing, took the car and never cam back again, it wasn't for 4 hours at Touya realized something was wrong, it took Rei 1 day to notice something was wrong, it took 6 days for endeavor to notice, and 3 months before he actually started to care... that his car was gone. Fuyumi asked where "big sister" went, Enji never told her, and every time she would ask Rei, Rei would just burst into tears, eventually, Fuyumi stopped asking, Natsuo thought she was still at school, and Shoto simply forgot she existed. that year was the same year he faked his death, that was the year Touya Todoroki died, the day Dabi was born.

eventually he grew tired, the police had lost him, so had the heroes so why run when you're not being chased?

Dabi came to a stop, looking around before lighting a cigarette he stole from a convenience store sighing out the smoke, the hot smoke a huge contrast to the cool summer breeze, like you her kindness was a huge contrast to the rest of the family.

no one really acted right in the Todoroki household, their they were cold and brash, or had mental issues, most had daddy issues, and all should really go to therapy, she on the other hand was softer, kinder, a soul who needed helping but put the needs of other before herself. soft words, soft pink hair (a mix of white and red, odd since no-one else had pink hair.) and the most welcoming smile you ever saw.

she was always like that,

always such an angel.

Dabi leaned on the railing of the short building, smoking, reminiscing on memories of the past.

leaning too hard, and falling.

at this point it was intentional, how one to endure such horrors, who is the deity was cruel enough to taunt him by giving him the soul he adored the most and then ripping it right out of his hands?

it was a short fall, just as it was a short building, but he didn't land on concrete instead he landed on the dumpster.

greeted by the smell of dog shit, and the feel of soggy cardboard and black plastic garbage bags.

"the hell?" he whispered a sort of surprise that came to him as he realized this was not hell, but a smaller, stinkier, hell.

he was even more surprised when he realized he was not alone.

"oh dear! sir are you alright?!" a gentle voice yelled out, she was wearing a soft (favorite color) dress, and had the kindest eyes, that was the only way to describe her.

she helped him out of the dumpster, not even looking at his face.

just like (y/n) would

"hey, stay with me, we'll go to my apartment, just hold on tight."

she didn't even mind the smell of smoke on his T-shirt.

all he remembers after that is fighting, fight to stay awake, fight to thank the angel that is his savior.

then he remembers sinking into the soft cushions of a warm red or orange couch.

like fall, her favorite season. (sorry if you don't like fall)

then the angel came back, now is when she noticed the purple scorches, the piercing blue eyes, and the little white segments near the roots.

he was sure she was going to scream, he was sure she was going to run and flee, and call the police, but instead she carried on, gave him an ice pack, checked his temperature, check for any major wounds gave him some water.

nervously, she asked "I'm sorry to be asking this but are you by any chance a endeavor hater."

Dabi chuckled fighting back the blood from reaching his eyes this was her alright.

"(y/n), big sis," blood threatened to trickle down what was left of his cheeks.

poor girl, choked out a sob, scared to even embrace him scared he'll drift away like she drifted away from him, salty tears prickled the edges of her eyes.

"To-Touya," she gulped "I-"

she pulled him right toward her, holding him tight, just like she would when they were younger and Dabi had a nightmare and was scared, except now, Dabi was truly scared, sacred of both himself and the future, scared you would poof into vapor his arms if he hugged you too tight.

"I"M SORRY" she yelled out, letting her own tears fall.

that night was spent in a shabby apartment, that night was spent together, that bight Dabi promised himself.

I'm never letting you go, ever.

I TRIED MY BEST BUT IT WAS SHITTY ANYWAYS BYYEEEE

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ywpd-translations · 1 year ago

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Ride 752: Preliminary battle!!

Pag 1

1: A “mountain” we have to overcome

He meant winning this race!!

2: Manami-san against the big shot of Chiba, the two-times national champion, the “Mountain King”!!

3: Yeah, it's a preliminary inspection for the Inter High

4: So in Kyuushu, huh!!

So exciting

5: It wasn't Kyuushu but Chiba, but......

Pag 2

1: This is the best possible “preliminary inspection”!!

Pag 3

2: Onoda said “got it”.....!!

3: Crap, their concentration rose up!!

4: Manami-san plans on going to the Inter High after beating the strongest!!

5: They both got up from their saddles....

Pag 4

1: And accelerated!!

Pag 6

1: They ran away in an instant!!

2: Onoda!!

Onoda-kun!!

3: Onoda-san!!

4:Ahhh what's going on....

A race against a guy from Hakone Academy!? We ran into him by chance!? And in like two minutes!? Suddenly!?

Pag 7

2: Manami-san!!

3: But....

Onoda-san and Manami-san's fated match-up....

Wow.....

4: I can see it so soon!!

Pag 8

1: It's going to be super good!! We have to see it!!

Let's chase them, Danchiku!! Hahaha

5: What, why aren't you moving, Danchiku....

What's going on, Naruko-san, Imaizumi-san

Why aren't you chasing them!?

Pag 9

1: No no, think about it, Kabu

Chasing those two on a mountain....

They're climbing seriously, right?

2: The two finalists on the mountain during the Inter High both last year and the year before

3: Guah!! I see

So we can't catch up!?

4: Even Danchiku!!

5: Well... then I guess we won't see it

Boring....

Yeah, we'll hear the results later

6: You're always impulsive from the start. Think more, use your head

Nah, I'm a genius haha

What's 500+8?

Easy, it's 580!!

Teh!?

Pag 10

1: “Teh”!?

No, wait- it's 508!!

You answered right away...

What, why are you looking at me with pity, it was just a simple slip of the tongue!

2: Huh?

I know a guy who says “teh”!?

3: From when I was in middle school....

4: I even talked about him earlier!?

5: No no no, it can't be

6: Calm down, I'm a cool guy

Let's assess Sohoku's strength now

Pag 11

2: Shara....!?

Teh...!?

3: If there's someone who can catch up to those two from here

5: Then that guy

6: In this year's Inter High's

Pag 12

1: He would be the on e to win.... huh!?

Pag 14

1: A mountain bike!?

2: What!?

3: A mountain bike.....!? Don't tell me that this guy is-

4: Waaaa!?

5: A bike fell

6: From the sky!!

Pag 15

1: Yon

4: The mountain bike, a mechanical bike with suspension made precisely for the off-road!!

5: Let me ask you one thing, yon

Pag 16

1: Who's this!?

This guy's huge!!

2: The guys running ahead

3: are Onoda-kun and his rival from Hakone Academy!?

Pag 17

2: What's up with this guy's pressure!!

That's.... right.....

Pag 18

1: Ryosei.....!? Gunma Ryosei....!!

2: Don't tell me you're-

Thanks-chai

3: Naruko, that guy-

4: A mountain bike!? What's with this guy's pressure!

This one really is a cool guy!!

5: I'll try to chase them, yon

Pag 19

1: Chase them!? Hahaha

Now, with a mountain bike!?

6: That guy is

Pag 20

1: The two-times champion of the MTB cross-country Inter High, Kiji Kyuui!!

Pag 21

4: For real!?

4: I'll chase them, yon

Pag 22

1: That's my impulse!!

2: That's the guy who right after founding the club and taking members in

3: won the prefectural qualifications with overwhelming power

And this year, as Gunma representative, will run

4: in the road racing Inter High!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 752 #ahhhhhhh theyre gonna meet sooooon!!!! asdsfghdks i cant wait #also was that a foreshadowing that kiji will win the ih lmao #btw issa saying that 500+8 is 580 gsajdfasfd why is he exactly like my students #like really my students could definitely answer that lmao im not proud of that i admit #anyway everyone saying 'no way we can catch up with them do you even know who they are and how fast they are' is so funny to me lmao #AND ALSO ALSO!! roku-chan and tobirama!! are we gonna see them interact properly next chapter???? *eyes emoji*#cant wait!!#tobi recognizing roku from the way he says 'teh' is so cute to me

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youngcheesecaketale · 10 months ago

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Clonetober #27 Clone Medics and Low Supplies part 16

Here’s 1-15 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 11 Bonus Part 12 Sneak Peak Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

After Jesse helped Kix calm the baby down, they heard Cody’s voice on the ship’s intercom informing them that they will be landing soon. Once the ship landed a few feet away from the Lawquane’s house (not too far for Kix to walk), Rex walked up to knock at the door.

Rex was greeted by Jek and Shaeeah Lawquane as they gave Rex a BIG hug that made Rex fall over.

Rex: (on the ground with the kids on him) Good to see you guys too. Have you been good to your Dad and Mom?

Jek & Shaeeah: YES UNCLE Rex!

Rex chuckles then hears a voice. Rex lifts his head up to Suu, standing in the door frame.

Suu: Good to see you Rex. (smiles) Alright kids. Go get your Father and tell him that one….

Suu was going to tell her kids to tell their Father that “one” of his Brothers is here but didn’t when she saw more Clones coming.

Suu: Umm….kids. Please go get your Father and tell him that we have some unexpected guests.

Jek and Shaeeah: (looked up at their Mother) OK!

Shaeeah: (looks at Jek) Race ya! (runs while laughing)

Jek: (runs after his sister) NO FAR! (jokingly saying)

Kix got so emotional when he saw Shaeeah & Jek jumping on Rex that he started crying. He couldn’t wait to see his little girl running around and laughing but at the same time he didn’t want their baby to grow up too fast.

Jesse helped Kix walk to the house while Cody helped Rex get off the ground.

Suu: Hello Jesse. Kix. How are you boys doing?

Jesse: We….(hears Kix starts sniffling) I’m doing well.

Suu: That’s good. (looks at Kix) Oh. Umm….Is Kix doing….Is he doing OK?

Jesse: Umm…Well….Umm….

Before Jesse could answer, Kix spoke for himself. Well…he spoke in an emotional way.

Kix: I’M PREGNANT!! (sobs so loud but not TOO loud that Cut, Shaeeah, and Jek could hear)

Jesse’s face turned bright red with EMBARRASSMENT. He didn’t know what to say to Suu. He didn’t know what to say to Suu but to his surprise, Suu just chuckled.

Suu: It’s OK Jesse. Kix isn’t the first guy I met before.

Jesse: You…Your…Hus…Husband…like us….

Suu: Oh no. My Husband didn’t give birth. I did.

After Jesse heard this, he felt EVEN MORE EMBARRASSED. He forgot that not EVERYBODY can get PREGNANT. The only reason why he thought that EVERYONE (mostly guys. He forgot that not ALL Men can get PREGNANT and forgot that Women were usually the ones who gave birth) was PREGNANT right was because Jesse has been spending more time with Obi Wan and Jesse’s loving Husband Kix when they did meditations and practicing breathing techniques so both of Obi Wan & Kix can be prepared when they go into labor. (I will write about Obi Wan’s labor later). Cody would sometimes join them in meditation and breathing techniques.

Anyways…Suu explained that they have a LGBTQ+ Newlyweds Couple who just moved in. The Couple just had a baby less than a couple of days ago. Since they didn’t have a clinic or a hospital nearby (also they wouldn’t make it to the clinic or the hospital because their water broke), Suu traveled to their house to deliver their baby.

Kix: (said in a calm voice like nothing ever happened) I’m glad that you were able to help deliver their baby but you don’t have to deliver anymore babies unless you still want to.

Suu: (looked at Kix with a curious face) Oh. How so?

Kix: (gave Suu a smile) There will be a new hospital about a mile (a kilometer) away from here and don’t worry. The hospital will be on someone else’s land so you guys don’t worry. Since you guys saved our Captain who is also our Brother after he got shot. The Medical Staff from the small clinic and I have decided on a name for the new hospital.

Suu: (tilts her head) Oh?

Kix: (smiles at Suu then chuckles) I’m happy to announce that the new hospital will be called the “Lawquane General Hospital” since you saved our Brother and for your new position as Chief Executive Officer or CEO.

Suu: (chuckles with a big smile on her face) Thank you.

Rex: (who was finally on his feet and dust himself off) I didn’t know you became a Medical CEO! No wonder you were so good with changing my bandages and helping me with putting my arm in a sling.

Suu chuckled with a big smile. She told them that she was going into Medical School to get her Master’s Degree before she met her Husband Cut and had kids. She also told them that with the help and support from her family, she was able to set and achieve her highest goal.

After Suu said that, her facial expression changed when she saw Cody.

Suu: (gives Cody the “Don’t Mess With Big Mama Exogroth” Death look) Who are you? Are you to take away my Husband?! Take him away from his WIFE?! From his KIDS?! HIS KIDS?!

After Suu said (“yelled”) that, EVERYONE’S face went pale. Rex, Kix, and Jesse have NEVER seen Suu this angry before.

Cody: (waves both his hands in defense) WOAH! Woah. Woah. (says in a calm voice) We aren’t here to take away your Husband from you, nor from your kids. You don’t need to worry since the old Chancellor was arrested for something horrendous crime.

After Cody said that, Suu was starting to calm down. She then asked Cody what horrendous crime the old Chancellor did. Everyone just said “Umm…” and either looked away or rubbed the back of their necks. Just as Cody was about to say something, they heard loud laughter coming from inside the house. Suu invited them in as she turned around and walked inside her house. Cody sighed in relief that he didn’t have to explain what that Old Fart Chancellor did as she entered the house.

Cut: Rex! Good to see you. How are you doing?

Rex: I’m doing well. How are you doing?

Cut: I’m doing well. (chuckles)

Rex: (looked confused) What’s so funny?

Cut: Remember when you said “My Family is elsewhere”.

Rex: Umm…Yes…?

Cut: (chuckles) Now I know what you meant by that since you have a very red kiss on your forehead.

Rex: (laughed) So that’s why my kids were laughing at me.

Cut: (smiled) You have kids?

Rex: (nods his head) Yes. I have twins. A girl named Jasmine Tano Fett and a boy named Jasper Rex Tano Fett. They are 10 yrs old.

Cut: (smiled then saw Jesse & Kix) Jesse! Kix! Good to see you guys too. How are you guys doing?

Jesse: We are doing well….ish.

Cut: (had a curious look on his face) Oh. Is everything OK? (looked at Kix) Hey Kix? Are you feeling alright? You look pale son.

Jesse: Kix is fine because Kix and I…..

Before Jesse could finish, Kix interrupted their conversation.

Kix: Sorry but where’s the bathroom?

Cut: (looked confused) Uhh….(points his finger) It’s right over there.

Kix said “Thank You” then ran to the bathroom. Even though the door was closed, everyone could hear Kix throwing up. Jesse sighed when he saw his Husband Kix run to the bathroom to throw up. Jesse turned his head when Cut called his name.

Cut: Are you sure that everything is alright?

#medic Kix #clone trooper jesse #jessix

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years ago

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77 Thoughts While Rewatching Supernatural 11x04: Baby

Let’s gooooooo!

1. There are, thankfully, behind the scenes photos of Jensen in those shorts. But we were robbed of Dean in his “It’s a free bunker” daisy dukes.

2. But the conceit of this episode is so great. I remember watching it for the first time and being floored and how personal it felt.

3.And the little details we see in the car that we know are there. The army man. The initials and the leggos. Just. Ugh. The great thing about having a show run this long is that there’s so much history to draw from.

4. Guitar Man playin.

5. I love that Sam just pitches in with washing Baby. Like it’s a normal thing they do together. Maybe Cas helps sometimes too.

6. And the transition from Dean spraying down the car to the rain. So good. Dangit.

7. It’s 21 hours from Lebanon, Kansas to Oregon. I always forget how long the distances they go are, because the show condenses the drives. But holy fuck that is so long.

8. LOL Sam and his smoothies. “Where’s the rest of the beer?!” Hahahaha it’s such a typical little brother move, and even Sam’s face reads “oh shit big brother mad.”

9. I love how protective they are of Cas. They really do both love him. They want him to heal.

10. Cas just cruising through Netflix. You know that at some point Dean snuck into Sam’s room and fucked with his Netflix algorithm.

11. I love this scene at the Roadhouse. “Actually she never texted me back.” For as handsome and adorable as Dean is, he’s still such a doof, and you know what? Sometimes potential romantic interests just ghost him.

12. The time lapse here is brilliant. It keeps us in the car, but also, like... we don’t need to see them hookin’ up. That’s personal.

13. “Mistakes were made. Mhm.”

14. HOW DID SAM FIT IN THE BACK SEAT WITH THAT WOMAN?! HE IS SO TALL! SHE DOES NOT LOOK SHORT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE IMPALA A SEX TARDIS?

15. “Don’t Night Moves me.” I love this part. And! Night Moves appears in two of my favorite shows: This, and The OC.

16. And any time we get to hear Dean sing is a great time. He CAN sing. He pretends he can’t for various reasons, but he so can.

17. The montage is great, too, of them in the car. Just livin.

18. Again, having such a long run means we get to see these life moments that are just wonderful. Between the blood and the tragedy. They eat burgers in teh car and sing songs. They drive.

19. “We got tonight, who needs tomorrow?” I feel like Dean would make a great D and D bard, you know?

20. And this conversation they have about that Apple Pie life is good, too. That Sam would still like it. That’s Dean’s...just not sure it’s for him. He tried it once, and it blew up in his face. Add to that that he has Cas now. So...

21. I need to talk to you about this Judy Collins song. It was, according to Dream!John, one of Mary’s favorite songs, and it just...feels right. One of the only things that bummed me out about The Winchesters was that we didn’t get a callback to this song in the show.

“I would follow him right down The toughest road I know Someday soon Goin’ with him someday”

22. It’s such a great departure from the harder classic rock that winds up in the show as being very much John’s music. We get something softer that’s Mary’s. Something that maybe the boys took comfort in when their father would put it on, knowing it was something she loved.

23. ROBBIE JUDY COLLINS CALLBACK WHEN! ROBBIE! ROBBIE PLEASE!

24. But also Matt Cohen really is amazing as a younger John Winchester. He really channels Jeffrey Dean Morgan in a tender way here. I love it.

25. Sam’s face. He’s so freaked out. Like.

26. Hey season 11! Before Jared stopped trying and started phoning it in! We love to see it.

27. “When has death ever stopped a Winchester.” oh John. You have no idea.

28. “You played your part.” Poor Sam. John was so checked out. The level of neglect both Sam and Dean suffered is really extreme.

29.The lack of music here with just the sounds of the road and the car is really great here. So tense.

30. Another great conversation between these two. I think because Dean is such a goof sometimes, it’s easy to discount his big brotherness. Sam is constantly playing the straight man. Here, we get to see Dean do some big time big brothering.

31. I love the lighting, here too. It would be easy to have it be super dark, but it’s great that they use street lights to illuminate everything.

32. LOL Dean and Sam keeping secrets. after a while, that was kind of the whole show, wasn’t it? Just Dean and Sam not telling each other shit and hurting each other like dummies.

33. “I read.” HE DOES! Way back in season 4, Sam found a Vonnegut in his bag.

34. There’s a SPN official novel called Nevermore where Dean does not know who Edgar Allen Poe is, and upon reading that I was so much, I never tried to read it again. Fuck you, Dean knows his lit. He plays dumb, he’s not actually dumb.

35. Dean’s dream about John hits me hard now, after The Winchesters season 1 finale, because in that universe that Dean futzed with? That dream could now be a reality.

36. “Perfect landing, Son.”

37. Sam dreaming about Mary is a whole thing, too. Of that person he can’t remember. Ouch.

38. That overhead shot of them is so great. Love it.

39. Werepire! oh Dean.

40. Meatman cometh.

41. The minor freakout over valet parking lol.

42. But with good reason.

43. But also girl me too. Let’s be real, who wouldn’t? It’s a great car. And this is a great moment.

44. She was definitely doing donuts. I love it.

45. Dean would shit himself if he knew.

46. This entire scene is so good. But also, I love Dean and Cas here.

47. LOL step away from the Netflix.

48. Dean, stop trying to make fetch happen, bud.

49. Poor Cas, talking to himself, thinking he’s helping. But again, it keeps us in the car.

50. But this whole scene is so great.

51. Poor Dean missed him saying werepire.

52. I love this fight scene so much. It’s played for laughs and it works so well. It is so gory.

53. “It turns out I did shoot the deputy.” I need you to know that I SCREAMED when he said this, because it’s an add-on from a joke made in SEASON 3. 3! THEY WRAPPED THAT JOKE EIGHT YEARS LATER! Again, it’s the benefits of a show that goes this long.

54. Poor Cas. Just...having to sit on the phone while carnage happens on the other end.

55. The windshield wiper. Dean is so unfazed.

56. Poor cooler. It went from beer and smoothies to a monster head.

57. Again, Dean is so not bothered by any of this. It’s just another day, and it makes it so much funnier. Like he knows it’s gross, but like. It’s just another workday.

58. I’m not sure about these extreme closeups. It’s a lot.

59. “What bench?” oh Cas. <3

60. Sam getting distracted with the fiirty and Dean getting jumped. Again.

61. HEAD IN A BOX.

62. They just left that head in the backseat with a woman he thought was like a full blown human. Because they’re that desensitized. Head in a box. “Yeah? And?”

63. “You do anything for your family.” Oh boy.

64. Sam just not noticing a damn thing.

65. Dean face down in the back seat, sees the Hello Kitty bag: “How did...I don’t wanna know.”

66. The monsters are scared.

67. Dean’s in a tough spot here, and he’s just rolling his eyes at this monster monologueing. It’s part “Are you fucking kidding me with this shit? I can’t believe I let this happen, why am I so dumb?” and part “Bitch do you know what I am? Get wrecked.”

68. Poor Baby. God she is beat up.

69. this inside/outside the car fight is great too. I love that we don’t need to see like a big full fight scene. It’s so cramped and so cool.

70. Fucking decapitated with the car door that is fucking brutal.

71. “Oh baby I’m so sorry.” Yeah dude your car is fucked.

72. Both Dean and Baby. So fucked up.

73. Jensen learned that car move on his lunch break. Talented bastard.

74. Sam also looking messed up.

75. “Would you mind starting tomorrow?” Oh Sam.

76. And we end on Night Moves as the boys and Baby limp on home.

77. Truly, one of my all time favorite episodes of this show. Shot so cleverly, with great character moments and glimpse at what’s going on with the larger season-long plot. Love it.

#SPN #Supernatural #ep rewatch

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kyspunkhoe · 9 months ago

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Anansi's Goatman Story 1/2

Here's my story:

uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in the woods for hunting or camping

>down south cousins suggest that we go out there to camp

>know I'm a city kid from Chicago so they tease the fuck out of me

>collect food, kill a pig and some chickens, and bring necessities to camp out for a few days

>we get to the camp and it's obvious something is weird

>air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm, like ozone

>we think nothing of it and unpack and go down to a little creek to swim for a few hours

>All of a sudden some older white guy and a white teenager come out of the bushes

>he has a shotgun in the crook of his arm and says hello and ask us what we're doing this far back in the woods

>tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and say we're camping out

>he tells us we need to be real careful out here and stick together there was a big animal in the woods

>His son, who is my age asks if he can stay and hang out with us

>he says OK

I'm going to stop greentexting because the story is fairly long and the format is harder to write in.

So we end up playing football. Dicking around with me, there's the white kid "Tanner", five of my cousins, and then four of their friends. In total, there were five girls and six boys. We all were around 15-17.

We ended up just dicking the day away. So, we head back to the camp and pulling out some stuff for a campfire, even though the trailers both had kitchenettes. Tanner says that his family's property sits up against my uncle's. He wants to run home and ask his dad if he can come out camping with us. My cousin Rooster says he's going to go with him since it's going to get dark soon. One of the girls also wants to tag along.

It's about 7 o'clock, and it's starting to get pretty dark. They take flashlights and take the trail toward Tan's property. The rest of us chill. We make smores, drink and kiss on the girls.

About thirty or forty minutes later, there's the smell of ozone again. You could smell it over the smell of the fire we had started. This really nasty, coppery smell like right after you've had a nosebleed and it's stopped. It wasn't exactly like dried blood, but it was that nasty metallic, back of your throat smell.

We immediately think that it's some kind of electrical malfunction, or someone left a hotplate on or some shit. We search the trailers and nothing is on, and we can all smell it. All of a sudden, we can hear people booking down the path toward us, and Rooster, Tan and the girl all come running into the clearing, out of breath. And they don't even break stride; they all run into the trailer, right by where the fire is.

We all get the fuck outta there and into the trailers. They end up calming down; even Rooster is crying his fucking eyes out at this point. All the while, the fire is guttering lower and lower, so my other cousins say fuck it and are about to go outside to get the generator out of a shed between the trailers.

Tanner goes, "Fuck no! Lock the front door, ain't nobody else going outside!" He's been crying too, and his eyes are bloodshot and puffy and his pants are dirty as shit.

He goes on to tell us that they went up to his house. His father said sure, he could go out camping, but to make sure they were careful on the way back, and that maybe they should take one of the hunting rifles just in case.

Evidently, Tanner had seen something in their yard a few days before. One of their pigs had come up, ripped up and half eaten. They assumed it was just some big cats or coyotes, even though they don't usually fuck with live animals.

He had gone upstairs and packed his stuff, and told his dad they would be OK without the rifle because coyotes avoid people. So they started walking back toward where we were camping.

So, Rooster finally stops crying and shaking; the girl already had, but she was just staring out the window with a dumb look on her face. He says they had gotten halfway into the woods toward the camp when they started to hear shit in the forest. It was almost pitch black by this time, so they weren't sure at first what the fuck it was. The girl says that she heard something in the bushes right off the trail and they all beamed their flashlights over there and there was someone standing back in the woods in a little hollow. Rooster said they shouted at him and told him that he was scaring the fuck out of them and what a dick he was.

He says that's when he realized that the guy was facing away from them. So they keep walking, and they start smelling the nasty coppery ozone smell. They say that they look off into the forest on the opposite side, and it's a dude standing in the forest, backward slightly closer to the path.

So now they start powerwalking and Tan keeps going, "I should have taken the fucking rifle."

As they're telling the story, the smell is still super strong even inside the cabin.

They say that after they started walking faster, a kind of low gibbering had started coming from both sides of the wood. And as they started booking it back to the trailer, the girl said she had flashed her flashlight out into the woods to the side of them and had seen something jerking itself through the woods. The gibbering just got louder and louder, and when they could see the light from our camp fire, something had come out of the woods about 40 yards behind them onto the track, and they had just flat out ran as hard as they could to the trailer.

So we're out in the fucking woods, and we're assuming at this point it's some rednecks or some shit trying to fuck with us.

All of a sudden, my other cousin, Junior, starts going on about how he went to school with a native kid that was telling him about the 'Goatman' or some shit. We promptly tell him to shut the fuck up because we don't need any spooky talk right now.

But he just keeps going on and on about how it's the fucking 'Goatman,' and how we're in his woods and blah, blah, blah. Now at the time, I had never heard of this goat man or any of that, but then a couple years ago -- the year before I graduated from college -- I had a Menom for a roommate and I ended up asking him about it. And to sum it up, it's basically a fucking man with the head of a goat and he can shape shift and he gets among groups of people to terrorize them. It's also supposed to be kind of like the Wendigo, and it's bad mojo to even talk about it and even worse if you see it.

Keep in mind, I didn't know this back when I was sixteen. So my cousin is going, "The goat man's going to get in and fucking get us." The girls are all terrified and my cousins and I are all fucking trying to figure out if it's just some hillbillies or if it's some animal.

So all of a sudden the smell just goes away. Like to this day, I haven't even experienced anything like it. Like, usually smells fade away or lessen. It just literally was there one second and then not the second.

So it's after an hour, making it around 9 or 10. We've stopped shitting bricks enough to go back outside and stoke the fire again. We figure it was just some assholes trying to fuck with us, so we don't go back home, because we think if we do, they'll chase us through the woods or some crazy shit.

Nothing else weird happens that night. And we stay another night, and for the main part of the night nothing happens. At about 1 in the morning, we're outside getting drunk and telling ghost stories. As someone is finishing some 2spooky story -- I don't remember what about -- the smell comes back. It's so fucking strong, that one of the girls literally starts vomiting.

I stand up, and you can actually feel how clammy the air is. I say we should get inside and this isn't right; we should have just fucking left.

We all go back inside, and we're standing around. My cousin just keeps going on about how it's the goat man. And my cousin Rooster tries to shut him the fuck up, and all the while I'm just feeling that something is wrong, and I can't figure out what the fuck it is.

We end up sitting in there for a while; the smell is just as strong, and we're terrified and all huddled in this camper. We end up cooking brats for everybody because nobody wants to go outside. It's one of those packs with four brats. We have a total of 3 packs. I grill them up on the stove and give everybody a hot dog. I get mine. After a while, one of my cousins gets up and goes over to the pot to get another one.

He starts grumbling about about how I get two brats and everybody else only got one, and I look at him like he's fucking stupid. I tell him that everybody only got one because there were only 12 brats, if he wants more he should open up a new pack and cook some more.

That's when the girl that had been out with Rooster and Tan just starts screaming, "OH JESUS, OH LORD, GET IT OUT!" She's crying and shivering, and then it dawns on the cousin standing up what the fuck is wrong. Me and him both glance around the room, and then I feel my heart fucking sink. I run the fuck out of the cabin and the girl runs out with us. The trailer door is banging against the side of the trailer as everybody books out of the cabin.

One of my cousin's friends ask us what the fuck was wrong. I start counting us. There's only 11 now.

"I shit you not," my cousin verified. There had been twelve people in the cabin. But being that everybody didn't really know each other well, nobody had really noticed the whole fucking time that there was an extra person. And then I realized earlier that I had kind of noticed something was off. You know how when you're just dicking around having a good time that you don't sweat the smallest shit, and you don't always keep track of certain stuff? I'm dead sure that someone else had been in the trailer with us, and that they had been there for at least a fucking day, eating with us. What makes it worse is, I could figure out which one because I don't think anyone ever actually interacted with the other person the goat man

The girl kept praying to Jesus and we're all sitting outside; eventually we get big-ass sticks and go back in the cabin, but there's nobody in there. We count again, and there's 11 people. We go back into the trailer and lock the door. We explain what the fuck happened, and the girl says that she realized too, and that when he was about to say something, the person sitting next to her had grabbed her leg hard and leaned over toward her and said something she couldn't understand.

So we are pretty much scared as fuck as we huddle together, and I fall asleep. When I wake up, the sun is just coming up, and half the people are asleep and the other half are packing our shit up.

We all want to walk back home, but like four people want to stay until the sun is all the way up. And some people think that we're just fucking around and still want to stay at the trailers. I just want to get the fuck out of the woods.

The girl's name was Keira, the one that the Goat-man had touched. Anyway, I asked her if she really thinks it was something bad, and she says she just wants to go home and she doesn't want to be out in the woods alone for another night.

So we decide to split up; the four that want to go can go, but I have to stay because I have the keys to the cabin and it's my uncle's and I have to lock up. I'm super pissed at this point, because I feel like people aren't taking this shit seriously, and I definitely didn't want to be out in the woods for another night. I spend the rest of the day trying to convince the rest of the people -- now 4 girls and four guys -- to get the fuck out of dodge. Tanner leaves with them to go get a rifle and says he's going to be back. So there are just 7 of us left by 4 PM.

At around 5 PM he hasn't made it back yet, and we're getting extremely fucking antsy, and the only reason I stopped begging them to go back was because he went to get a gun.

it's about 5:30 PM or so, when the one cousin that did stay says that the girl Keira is outside. We all look outside, and sure enough, she's standing by the firepit with her back to the cabin.

I'm thinking to myself, if she was so fucking scared, why the hell would she come back? And then I get this nasty feeling in my gut. Keep in mind, the whole time the coppery smell has been gone. Now I realize I can smell just a twinge of it.

I say this to the rest of them and everybody -- and these are the people that wanted to stay in the fucking woods after we had the goddamn Goatman in our midst -- is laughing at me and asking if I set this up to scare them.

I'm looking at them like, "I'm not fucking bullshitting you at all right now." I ask them why the fuck would I play like that? So one of the girls goes outside to get Kiera. She gets halfway to her and stops cold. Keira starts heaving; I don't know how the fuck to describe it. Sort of like if someone with their back turned was laughing without actually making any sound. It was this fact that made me realize there was not a fucking sound in the whole woods; it was dead silent.

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the-firebird69 · 10 months ago

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It's a huge number of people here we're just really stupid and we see it now but this is going to change soon we are going ahead with our plan and we're going to take care of business right now we have about 50 people who are out of line and it's going to happen they're going to regret what you're doing and yeah he's at the beach and he says some died over here smells so a few people that notice that there's a weird attitude here you should move and told you you didn't hear you a bunch of assholes I'm going to punched out all the time pretty soon in this year being their heads in and really what uptown act to have are you a normal person you're small 4% possibly by tomorrow morning of the general populace but that's just the Mac morlock but we'll see most minority morlok on the islands and pseudo empire are on bases in their ships and they have areas and are not causing all these problems it's amazing and steaming around being huge tricks getting beat up so the percentages are going to be low momentarily and it's because they have very big stashes and caches out of the total New Zealand out of the current total on New Zealand has about 15% of all the stashes and caches and Australia has 20% and they fight over it and they're bringing more there by the end of today it's going to be 20% and 25% and yeah people don't want that either and pseudo empire is disgusted and it's going to be a war over it. And they don't like to hear it but they deserve to what steaming assholes and really what's he going to do fall on him you guys going to fall apart and ain't saying to run and s*** like that really they're leaving soon.

-along with those percentages there is a battle ensuing and it is ongoing it's in Upton Massachusetts and westborough Boston Lexington Milford Brockton is heated up this morning because of the talk and Framingham and a whole bunch of places Oxford and places they are having him live. In Boston is several locations and there's a couple of Milford people missed you starting to pick up on that and the girl is hiding it and wants him to get the money with her like Bonnie and Clyde right now it's about $300,000 and she says to live in California. And of course right away before it starts and nothing happens at all except they dwindle. And Jackson Mississippi if you come huge in that area is gigantically on fire and it is becoming a nightmare it's becoming a huge nightmare for them out there he does not have an account his mom doesn't either and they didn't want to go there it was a weird place it wasn't that bad but the atmosphere was not friendly at all and I noticed it was not having a bad time and Sandy was not that off but basically they couldn't stand it and out there they are going out there about the mini ahead of time to try and take over that is turned into a conflict it's a certain level of battle and they're losing a lot of people from both sides and it's idiocy. Up River of course is a massive battle and it is going to get worse and worse and it's going to get worse pretty soon yeah it's kind of humiliating to themselves they don't know it there we can falling over and disgusting looking like a lame demon. There are other things. There's a huge number of people trying to look like them you can't tell if it's him or not and he walks funny so he can fly a really cool but he can walk around it's not nice though cuz they think it's like Trump is up there. These things are heating up as are the battle on the bunkers and as we said they're probably going to send 2% after the bunkers and probably 2% for The invasion up to 3% and they're whittling away at their number at 9% roughly a little more but I can bring them down four or five percent which is a huge hit and they're going to be evacuating to the island I'm probably bring it back to 15% and the week next week next week will be probably 2% in the general population that's not long way. Islands will be shrinking and it'll be calling because they're fighting over stashes and caches and they think it's easy stuff and bja will want to defend it and the idiot Trump will stretch himself further and ruin it

-as if it's not bad enough the money and the cars is beginning to rip them apart. This morning he posted a Lamborghini kit car that looked outlandishly good and it's on a Volkswagen chassis and they're trying to get the kit car you can't seem to find someone who has the body and they're actually starting to try and figure out who has it and the molds and trying to find out who can make them and it's working really yes I know so it's like you're driving this crappy car like most people do an awesome slam you're going over 200 mph and driving with ease and you get more attention than anyone and people treat you well even if you don't have much money but if you have like $200 million dollars you go around tipping people 20 bucks and you got treated better they think they can spy and stuff lots of people up and you can eat better and go to better restaurants and hotels taking a long time to spend that money it's not a bad thing to do so I'm going to publish

Thor Freya

Olympus

He's too idiots go by every few minutes and start giving my hard time and try and threaten him to go back to the apartment all day long that's what they've been doing they've been losing their stashes and caches all of them and they just walk around like lovesick little puppies losing everything they have to be assholes to him and people beat them up later shoots him those sorts of stuff to these idiots they're really really stupid people who's sitting there on the bench being a huge a****** the people can see him doing it and they're not moving him pretty soon he's going to get evicted and Stan is going to evict him and it's been said and he's going to be homeless winding around trying to follow him like a dirtbag I mean these people are Street people these two idiots at the apartment A Street people.

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

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kandadiff · 2 years ago

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Van Der Wulff : Ski Trip 2

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Ellia immediately dragged me to the sledding hill and for the past 15 minutes we were running up the hill and sledding down. Ellie had beaten me twice while I beat her 3 times. We were covered in snow, but it was fun. Ellie may have been a lot and at times annoying but she was a sweetheart.

"Okay! for the win! Last race" Ellie said as we set up on the top of the hill.

"Ellie." Negan said, he made his way up the hill. I could tell he was annoyed that she was taking up most of my time. "I'm sure Kay wants to eat."

"Its the last race dad!" She shouted "Now count us down!"

"Yeah daddy." I teased looking back at him. "Now count!" Negan rolled his eyes at me and counted down from three. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket but ignored it. As soon as he said one, Ellie and I took off down the hill, I slid to the left to avoid a patch of ice when I felt my phone vibrating annoyingly again in my pocket. I attempted to silence it but taking my hand off the sled reigns made me ignore the other patch of ice covered snow and slid right into a nearby bush. I let out a small scream as I flew from the sled and over the bush landing in a snow dune.

The air was knocked out of me and for a moment I just laid in the snow trying to catch my breath. Carefully, I sat up and when I realized I was okay I started laughing. I heard a few voices calling out for me. “I’m okay!” I shouted hoping they’d hear me. I unzipped my jacket pocket and reached for my phone, the entire reason I was in this mess. Clicking it on the smile on my face quickly changed. The screen was filled with missed calls and unread text messages. Besides the few from Damien or the girls in the group chat all of them were from Luther. The name in my phone for him ‘DO NOT ANSWER’ popped up again and I angrily answered.

“What the fuck do you want?!” I hissed into the phone. “Stop fucking calling me!”

“Snowflake,” his voice was soft and quiet as though he was calling me in secret. “Please just listen to me.”

“Now you listen to me!” I spat into the phone “stop fucking calling me! I don’t want anything to do with you!”

“Listen!” His voice suddenly shouted into the phone throwing me off. “Stop fighting me, tonight I’m going to tell Whitney I’m filing for divorce.”

“Why?!”

He ignored me. “Then we can finally be together the right way, we can figure out how to tell Naomi-“ I hung up disgusted. But he just called back and I answered then hung up right away. He did it again and annoyed I answered but before I could speak he stopped me. “Stop hanging up! Stop!” He sighed “look I need you” he said and I scoffed “and! And I know you need me too?”

“Need you?!” I mocked “why would I need need you?! Do you have any idea where I am right now? Or who I’m with! You are nothing, compared to him. Now go back to your wife and leave me alone!” I seethed and heard the snow crack behind me. I turned my head seeing Lily standing there. The expression on her face told me she heard at least part of what I was saying. We locked eyes and her face turned stoic. I quickly hung up and turned off my phone, standing up.

“Are you okay?” She asked coldly her arms were crossed over her chest. Shit, how much did she hear and how bad did it make me sound.

“Princess,” Negans voice came into view and I turned around. Ellia and Simon quickly following after him as he held my head in his hands. “Are you hurt?” I wasn’t sure what he told his family about us but if we were supposed to be keeping this low key he was doing a terrible job of it.

I shook my head “I’m okay.” He pressed a kiss to my head and I held tight onto him ignoring the daggers Lily was giving me. "How the fuck did you loose control? You went flying like a fucking bird." I giggled as he wiped the snow that covered my jacket.

"Was it your phone?" Lily questioned and I looked at her from in Negans arms. I shrugged, "Sometimes I get distracted with that."

"I slipped on ice." I said simply. "It's no big deal."

"You should be careful." Lily said with a fake smile. "These mountains are dangerous." Was that a threat? Two can play at that.

"Good thing my brother and J is here." I said feigning innocent leaning into Negan. "And you." I giggled looking up at him. Lily shrugged and looked at Ellia who looked at me worried.

"Don't worry about her Ellie, She's fine." She said grabbing the girls hand. "Lets go eat."

Simon looked at Lily then looked at me. He knew something was up. His brown eyes locked into mine but I just took Negans hand and pulled him towards the food. "I smell zepelles!"

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The band music was playing old 80s songs which was right up Romans alley. He kept his eyes on Draven who was chatting with Hoodie for the last half an hour. He wanted to ask her to dance but he didn't want to be rude.

"Hey." Shawn called to him, looking around. "Have you seen Adi?" Shawn had spent the last half an hour looking for you. He managed to get away from the Photo Booth with his grandmother but couldn't spot you especially now that the snow was getting heavier.

"No. sorry." Roman said seeing Kurt approach Draven who chuckled in response to whatever he said.

"Whatever, we're leaving soon anyway and no offense." he said. "but I don't want to spend the night in our room. I'm going to spend ti with her." Shawn missed the look roman had given him and instead decided to ask draven. He quickly followed him hearing our say.

"Grab the last of the things you want. I'm freezing my balls off over here, we're leaving soon."

"Oh! I'm going to get some more fried Oreos." Hoodie jumped up. "Want Draven?" Draven shook her head.

"Want to dance, Draven?" Roman blurted out and Draven looked at him surprised. Kurt laughed and Draven rolled her eyes at Kurt and nodded at Roman.

Neither were very good dancers (though that never stopped Roman from dancing) so they stood there swaying as the song Roxanne played around them. "You look beautiful tonight, Dre." He said, butterflies fluttering in his stomach when she smiled at him.

"You too. Very handsome." She smiled and his hands gripped her just a bit tighter.

"I don't know if Shawn told you," Roman said finding himself enchanted by Draven's blue eyes. He always was. The butterflies he felt around draven never went away and he never regretted anything more then leaving to France last year for a study program and leaving her here. Maybe they could have tried to rekindle there romance.... maybe it wasn't too late now. "But I'm back at school permanently. No more France for me."

"No shit?" Draven asked smiling at him. "Thats awesome. How was it?"

"Fantastic." he said and wanted to add 'better with you' but stopped himself. That was too corny. He wanted to spill everything he was feeling but stopped himself instead enjoying just having her close. Maybe this vacation was the perfect opportunity to show her how much he missed her.

Standing by the food truck snacking on the zepelles Negan had bought for me Robin took one from my plate. "Oh sure, help yourself." He smirked popping it in his mouth and motioned for me to walk with him. I nodded and we walked towards the ice skating rink where Cassie skated beautifully. "Whats up?"

"I need you to take something for me." He said wiping the powder from his mouth and taking another.

"Take?" I laughed. "sound like J." J always said that instead of steal because steal sounded dirty. He gave me a look and I shrugged. "From who?"

"Shawn." he said watching Cassie nail a flip. It made me a bit sad, before her downfall. I liked Cassie and when she was skating, you saw her own personality shine through, rather then the one she put on because she was with a man. "His phone and laptop, maybe an iPad."

"Why?"

"He might have something on Adi, I want to make sure it stays in the dark." He shrugged.

"You like her." I teased and he pushed me. "Do you? Do you?" He gave me a look and I giggled. "When do you need it?"

"As soon as you can." He said and we watched as Nate called Cassie away from her blissful skating routine. She immediately stopped and raced over to him, ripping off her skates and following him towards the food court.

"I can do it tonight." I said facing him "Everyone will be exhausted with the long trip and should fall out after this. I'll do it then and we'll go through it together?" He nodded and I smiled looking back at the rink. I saw J looking at us from the other side, a small smile on his face that made both me and Robin shiver. We quickly made our way back to the food trucks where Sara was talking to you.

"The conversion was awkward and stilted but she did try and talk to you. "So did you enjoy yourself? This was Wills idea and he knew you guys would love this!"

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i-cant-sing · 3 years ago

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Tomorrow, clingy since birth. It would not surprise me to see him clinging to his mother even when he'll be an adult and will be much taller than her.

Yeah definitely. Like all I'm seeing is now older Tomura, maybe in his late teens or something, just running down the stairs as soon as hears his mother's footsteps towards the front door, huffing out "Wait! Where are you going?" and you just look at your messy son, his sweatshirt having a little bit of cheeto dust, dark circles under his eyes, and you know that if you stepped a little closer, he'd be reeking of Mountain Dew or some energy drinks.

"Oh, I'm going to the mall and then I'll go to salon-"

"Can I come with?" Tomura asks, his face dead serious.

You raise an eyebrow. "To the salon? I thought boys your age hated spending time with their mothers. Are you sure you don't want to stay home and play video games with your online friends?"

He nodded. "I like spending time with you. Lets go." He began walking towards you but you held up a hand.

"No way I'm taking you out like this. Go take a shower and change into something new. I'll fix us some sandwiches in the meanwhile."

Tomura reluctantly nodded, he knew you weren't going to take him out if he didn't change. "Fine. But don't leave without me." He said, running back to his room.

"Okay, Tomura- BUT DON'T FORGET TO WEAR YOUR SUNSCREEN!"

And then 15 minutes later, he's all dressed up in fresh new clothes, with his hair combed back neatly (just like you used to do it when he was a kid) and the white cast of sunscreen on his face still visible.

Giggling, you both ate the sandwiches before going out to your car, the secret service following you guys behind closely.

At the mall, it was Tomura who insisted on holding all the shopping bags, which were a lot since Kai rarely let you out of the house because of security reasons, so you bought in bulk. The people at the mall doubled when they heard the First Lady was there with her son, and yes, Tomura does have his own little fanclub.

The paparazi took several pictures and the people awed at how adorable you both looked- Tomura towering over his mother, his lips in a small scowl, tugging at your sleeve to get you to listen to him.

While you happily greeted and took pictures with some of your fans, Tomura on the other hand, couldn't look more miserable.

There were just too many people around you, all were soaking up your attention, they were too close to you. And without caring about what people would think, Tomura grabbed your hand and began pulling you towards the exit, not listening to you telling him to "stop" or "people are watching. You're being rude, Tomu." No, no, with the help of Secret service clearing up the way, it didn't take long for you both to get back to your car.

When you'd ask him why he did that, he'd just shrug and say that it isn't safe to be in such big crowds, and besides you were getting late for your appointment at the salon. With just a shake of your head, you guys drove towards the salon, not even thinking that Kai would also do the same thing whenever the two of you are out together.

At the salon, which was thankfully empty because of your booking, they welcomed you guys in warmly. While you decided to get your nails done, and a little body massage, when they asked Tomura if he wanted to get something done, he shook his head.

"Hm? Are you sure? Well, if you don't want to get anything done, I'll ask Izuku to drive you back home-"

"No! I mean, I don't know what I should get done. I-its my first time here."

You smiled at him. He's such a cutie. "Well, these are all professionals. I'll leave you in their hands, okay? Don't worry, I'll be right here."

And about 2 hours later, Tomura had very begrudgingly gotten a little trim, facials, mani and pedis, and his eyebrows groomed.

"Why are you staring at me?" Tomura asked, feeling your eyes on him all the way back home. You giggled, poking his cheek. "You're glowing! Your skin is so soft, your hair is looking great and your nails look so shiny and clean!" You pulled him into a side hug, patting his back. "I should bring you out to the salon more often. You're my favourite salon buddy now, Tomu." You kissed his cheek, laughing as he wiped it off with sleeve. "What do you say?"

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. But we have to go to the arcade too."

You nodded. "Deal! Lets get some food for your dad and siblings too. Sushi?"

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years ago

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Hi. This is mine request

Y/n is a teammate of max verstappen, they are in a relationship, y/n crashes and max is worried about her, and he is gonna visit her in the hospital, and when she is released he takes care of her, with a lott of fluff thanks

You Scared Me To Death !

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - When you get hurt, Max realizes just how much you mean to him.

Warnings - mentions of injury, fire, explosion, violence, angst, crash details.

75 laps. That's all that you had to do. Drive for 75 laps. The Bahrain Grand Prix had always been one of your favourite races of the year, and you were so excited. But that excitement had soon ebbed away, after you had missed qualifying because your car wasn't ready for the quali session. The RedBull mechanics had apologised and you had brushed them off, buy you would be lying if you said you weren't angry. It hadn't helped when your teammate and boyfriend Max qualified P1, beating the Mercedes by mere tenths of a second. You had swallowed your hurt and congratulated Max, forcing yourself to feel happy for him.

All it had done was made you determined to win the race tomorrow, even if you had to fight 19 other drivers to do so. Starting P20 on the grid sucked big time, but as Martin Brundle said, "If anyone can fight back from the back of the grid to the podium places, its Y/N L/N" and you had done it before, at the German GP the previous year, fighting back from P19 to P3, winning Driver of The Day as well.

But this race was different. There was a building intensity in the air, you felt it in the air around you. You felt tense and nervous, and you were never nervous. It scared you, but you were going to be damned if you let it show on your face. In your drivers room, you paced back and forth, trying desperately to stop your hands from shaking. Was this what anxiety felt like? you wondered, shaking your head as your heart started hammering against your chest. Far to consumed in your own panicked thoughts, you didn't see your boyfriend walk up to your door, and open it to walk inside.

Max walked into your room, expecting to see you vibing to some R&B music, or something by Rihanna. But you weren't. You were pacing, your brow furrowed and he could see the irregular rise and fall of your chest. He walked up behind you silently, before wrapping his arms around your waist, like he normally did. What he wasn't expecting was your reaction. Usually, you would giggle and let your head fall onto his shoulder, and he would kiss your neck and you two would share a moment. But not this time. This time, you jumped, and nearly fell over onto your bed. "Woah schtaje ! It's just me' he said, eyes softening in concern. "I'm sorry I didn't see you and I shouldn't have jumped, I'm sorry I'm just so klutzy today and I'm also so nervous I-" your nervous rambling was cut off by a pair of warm lip pressing onto your own, as Max's hands cupped your face, instantly calming down your nerves.

You stayed like that for a moment, before pulling away softly, and letting him press his forehead down to yours, fingers gently tracing patterns on your hip. "Why are you nervous mijn geliefde ?" he asked, as he moved his lips to your neck, pressing little kisses along the sensitive skin. "I don't know" you confessed, tilting your head back to give him more access to the expanse of skin, while he stopped at a pulse point to suck at the soft skin, earning. soft moan from you. "Then stop stressing" he mumbled against your neck, word muffling against your skin. "I can't" you replied, struggling to keep the lump in your throat fro growing. "Well," Max said, biting down onto your neck and licking the spot to soothe it, 'Let me help you calm down"

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20 seconds to lights out.

Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest. God, were your hands always so clammy? Was the car always so stuffy ? Was the space always so confined? Was your helmet always that tight?

Your thoughts were muddled. You knew your goal. It was simple. Get to the podium. Except, right now, that goal seemed somewhat impossible. Before you knew, the first red light was flashing, and then the second, and the third and the fourth and the fifth, and then it was 'lights out and away we go!' you sped off, immediately overtaking Magnussen in the car ahead of you. Then, you overtook one of the Williams, but you could feel your breath wavering, and your heart threatening just burst out of your chest. And before you knew it, you were overtaking Giovinazzi in his Alfa Romeo, and the sight of Grosjean's Haas came into view, "And it looks like L/N has already taken over 4 places, making her P16, and we are on lap 2 of 75! It looks like we're going to see her on the podium after, all, but all we can do is wait and see- and oh! that's a terrible, terrible crash!"

It happened so fast. One moment, you were going round the outside of the Haas, and the next the back of the Haas was hitting your front, sending you crashing into one of the barriers, your car spinning a full 360 in the process. The impact as you crashed into the barriers was so intense, you felt yourself blackout for a few seconds.

"That was a horrible crash, between, the RedBull of Y/N L/N and the Haas, I believe of Romain Grosjean. This race has been red flagged and -oh no!' The cry summed it up. Your car had just burst into flames.

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In P1, Max was unaware of the chaos at the back, until he looked in his rear mirrors to see something enveloping into a ball of fire. "Holy shit, whose car is that?" he asked, watching as the flames grew higher. "Um.. Max, I need you to stay calm, but its Y/N" "Are you fucking serious?!" his angry voice burst through his race engineer's headphones, making him flinch. "Is she okay?! Tell me she's okay, damn it!' "Max, I need you to come into the pit lane. We have no information on her yet. Come into the pit lane"

As the 18 other cars came into the pitman, everyone knew better than to park in the way of an anxious Max Verstappen. He jumped out of the car, running to the garage upto Christian, who was watching the screen with his eyebrow furrowed. "Is she alright? Tell me she got out?! Did she get out?!" he was practically spitting the words out, and his engineer and his trainer had to physically restrain him from going to shake Christian. "She hasn't got out yet Max, but the fire Marshalls and the medical guys are there-" "What do you mean she hasn't got out? verdomme, blijf hier niet zitten! doe iets!!"

As his race engineer manoeuvred him to his chair, he yelled at whoever was around, eyes desperately searching to screen for some sign that you were still alive. Outside the RedBull garage, the other drivers were pooling around the garage for some sign that Y/N was okay. The panic had been evident in all their radios.

Charles - "Fuck, fuck, fuck, who was that? Y/N?! Tell me she's okay!"

Carlos - "Joder, ¿quién era ese?" I just saw the car go into flames, tell me they got out okay.

Lewis - oh shit, that was a big crash, fucking hell, is she okay?

Checo- oh no, that was a big one, I hope everyone is okay!

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Back in the car, you felt dazed. Since when was the track this hot, and since when when was your car red ? Were you driving for Ferrari ? No, you drove for RedBull, alongside Max. Your boyfriend Max. Why wasn't he here?

And why did you feel like you were sitting in a sauna? As you begain to regain your consciousness, you felt a searing pain on your hands, and finally clearing the fogginess of your mind, you became fully aware of what was happening. This was your RedBull car. But it was on fire. Almost instantly, your body went into survival mode, ripping the half burnt straps holding your body down, and forcing your limbs to stand up. Looking down you could see your racing gloves glow before they seemed to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes, the flames licking your hands. A scream started in your chest, only to be jammed in your throat, as you opened your mouth to gasp. Big mistake.

The smoke filled your mouth and lungs, and you choked, clawing at your race suit, begging some higher power to help you. Finally, using some courage and adrenaline you didn't know you had, you pulled your body up, bare hands coming in contact with searing hot metal, as your eyes filled with tears of pain. As you jumped out of the car, you became vaguely aware of 3 or 4 people signaling and screaming at you. Too exhausted to even think, you used whatever remaining adrenaline you had to stumble to the barrier and collapse into the first pair of arms.

"Can you hear me? Are you okay? Can you tell me if you're hurt?" The questions were hurled at you from all directions, but you couldn't speak. The head marshall walked up, bracing your body, and checking for injuries. In a hurried voice he asked for the stretcher, but you shook your head. The exhaustion was setting in but you knew you had to let the others know you were okay. But he insisted, and you found yourself sitting on the stretcher instead of lying down, as a medic gently removed your helmet and peeled off the remaining burnt glove, and pressed some ice gently against your burn. Mustering up your remaining strength, you turned to one of the broadcasting cameras and flashed them a tight smile and a thumbs up.

"And as you can see, she has managed to get out of the wreckage, by God's miracle. Thank God she's walked away from that, but how, I cannot comprehend! She went barelling into the barrier and burst into flames and she walked out alive! And I can hear the cheers of the RedBull team, and I think her race engineer is in tears. I can't begin to imagine how Max Verstappen must be feeling"

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Max Verstappen wasn't sure how he was feeling either. He had felt fear, anger, anxiety, more fear, devastation and dread in the longest 15 minutes of his life. But you were alive. And he felt like breaking down, but he had to be strong for you. He watched your tired form on the screen, feeling giddy with relief, and ignoring the others around him, he ran to the medical hospitality center. No one stopped him.

As the white building came into sight, he heaved a sigh of relief as Michael Masi appeared in front of the cameras to give the anxious fans an update. "Y/N is alright. She's currently in recovery, and I can inform you that she is okay. She has minor burns on her hands, and is exhausted, but she will be okay. 2 weeks healing time for the burns, and some proper rest should be fine for her. That's all I know, and I would ask the media, press, social media fans, and others to give her the time she needs to cope and recover. What she has been through is traumatizing and I hope you will respect her privacy at this time. Thank you"

Seeing his hesitation, the nurse turned to the driver, "It's okay. She's fine now. She's on some painkillers and I've cleaned her burns and dressed them. She will be fine, and you can hug her or whatever you want, she won't be hurt. I've kept some painkillers on the table, she should take some again in 2 hours or so" All Max could do was nod, suddenly feeling a lump grow in his throat. With a smile in your direction, the nurse walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Max.

Max turned to nod at the race director, before hurrying through the brown door that led to the medical room you were in. When he walked in, his entire body relaxed. You were alive and safe. Seeing you sitting up in bed, a bottle of water by your side as a nurse wrapped your burnt hand in a white bandage. Looking, your tired eyes met his blue ones, as a tired smile made his way to your face. "Y/N",he said breathily, "Thank God you're alive" he said, practically running over to you, but he stopped himself from hugging, unsure of if it would hurt you.

"Hey baby". All it took was two words for him to rush towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your form, burying his head in the crook of your neck, as a gasping sob left his mouth, and you could have sworn you felt your heart shatter. "I'm okay baby, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm okay" your mantra of "I'm okay" was soothing, as he sobbed into your shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you, you scared me to death!" "I know my love but I'm here and I'm okay" "I thought you were gone. When I saw the flames behind me I didn't even know it was you in the car. When they told me it was you I swear my fucking heart stopped, and all I could do was pray to whatever higher power exists to save you, because I'm nothing without you. If you hadn't made it, I wouldn't survive. You make me better, you help me love, and you let me heal. I love you, and I never, ever want to see you in a situation like that again"

"I love you too" you said, your eyes filling with tears as you listened to him speak. "I love you too" you repeated, gently lifting his chin so his eyes could meet yours, his tear stained cheeks and red eyes breaking your heart, as you tilted your lips to meet his. He returned the kiss with desperation, he needed even more proof that you were alive, and feeling your lips on his were a reminder that you were alive and weren't going anywhere. He kissed you with fervour, hands moving to your hair, one cupping your cheek as his thumb traced your cheekbone, your hands clutching his broad chest.

"Ouch" the soft cry made you two break apart, as you rubbed your stinging hands. "Did I hurt you?" He said, his eyes filling with worry. "No its just the burn. It'll be fine" you replied, shifting in your bed and patting the spot next to you. After a moments hesitation, he climbed in, raising the sterile white sheet and tucking the both of you in. You snuggled up to him, arms wrapping around him as you rested your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping you stable on his chest. Within seconds, you were asleep.

Looking down at your sleeping form, his eyes lingered on the white bandage covering your burn, his eyes filling again as it stood out against your skin. He hated it. It was a reminder that you had nearly died. He had nearly lost you. His train of thought was cut off by his phone ringing, his mum's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"Hi mum" "Is she okay?" His greeting was pushed aside, his mom far too concerned about Y/N. "Yes she's alright now. She's sleeping now, Yeah I'm with her now" "Y/N's mom is with me too, I'll let her know she's okay" "Thanks mum" "Don't forget to rest as well Max" his mum said, knowing full well that her son would forget about taking care of himself when it came to his love. "I will"

And he cut the line. He looked down at you one more time, pressing his lips to your forehead, and swearing to himself that he would protect you for all his life. He let his eyes close, the exhaustion finally getting to him, all his adrenaline and energy draining out his body, and finally content that you were going to be okay, he let his eyes close.

You were going to be okay.

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havin-a-wee · 4 years ago

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If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It��s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

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demonslayedher · 3 years ago

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How Does Eating Humans Work?

Hello, Gotou here. We’re shamelessly borrowing from the format of a KnY Fanbook #2 comic to launch an investigation into demon metabolism and development by crossing the Sanzu River again to interview demons in the underworld. While we’ll be using canon materials as a base, the analysis and conjecture herein is personal, so we ask for your understanding. Also, please note that consuming any food in the underworld will make you unable to return, and we cannot promise your safety even though the interview subjects are dead, so please come along at your own risk.

Some of the questions we’d like to answer are, why do demons need to eat humans? How much do they need to eat to survive? Are there factors that influence how eating humans makes them stronger? If they don’t want to kill humans, what are their other options? We’ve rounded up some special guests below the cut (hidden for length and grossness), everyone from the lowly Temple Demon to the lovely Tamayo, to see what their actions in canon might tell us.

First, a review of what canon tells us, mostly as summarized in Fanbook #2: 1. With one exception named Yushirou, all demons were created by Kibutsuji Muzan, for his own purposes. They all have some amount of his blood, and can be divided into four classes depending on how powerful they are. From top to bottom, the Upper Moons, the Lower Moons, demons with special abilities, and other demons without any special characteristics. 2. Demons may be stronger depending on how much of Kibutsuji Muzan’s blood they have. Most beings’ cannot handle a large amount of his blood, and it will rupture the cells and that being will die, but there are demons who adapt well to it. 3. Typically, sunlight is the only way to kill a demon, by either bathing them in sunlight or cutting of their head with a Nichirin blade. However, there are powerful demons for whom chopping off their head does not work, and if it’s strong enough, demons can also be killed by wisteria poison.

4. Demons eat human blood and flesh. The more they eat, the stronger they become, and the faster their regenerative abilities become. Some humans have “Marechi,” a rare blood type, which is especially nutritious to demons, and eating one Marechi is the equivalent of eating several humans.

That’s an interesting thing we’d like to come back to, especially since we’re looking for quantitative information about how demons gain nutrition (though I have my doubts we'll get enough for statistical analysis). As an interesting note, Fanbook #2 also tells us that if demons try to consume the same edibles humans do, they’ll vomit it back up.

I’m told that Miss Tamayo drinks tea, though. That’ll be an interesting question for later. In my notes, it seems she’s also explained to Tanjirou back in Chapter 15 that demons will normally go berserk if they go a long time without consuming any blood or flesh. Berserk is one thing, but I wonder if they can starve to death? We’ll see if these canon clues will lead us to anything. We’ll begin now in an interview format. Hopefully this will go smoothly, but I’ve got a feeling it won’t. First up, we’ve the Temple Demon.

Temple: Who were you calling ‘lowly’ just now? Up there, above the cut?

Gotou: That was in a literal sense, not having Blood Techniques means you’re in the bottom common tier of demons.

Temple: Argh. Fine. What do you want to know?

Gotou: In Chapter 2, you were spotted with three human victims. However, it seems you left their bodies mostly intact and only ate small parts instead of consuming one full human at a time. Could you comment on this?

Temple: I’d have gotten to more later if that whelp with the strong legs didn’t interrupt me! Who’s got time to eat entire humans anyway? I went for the easy stuff first.

Gotou: I see. It appears you might had focused on key organs, like the heart and the liver. Would you say these are especially nutritionally dense?

Temple: I guess. If I’m going to eat humans, I’m going to start with what’s worth bothering to digest. Blood’s easier on the stomach, so that’s what I was busy with on the lady there.

Gotou: Then it takes effort to digest? Hmm. Let’s come back to this later. How many humans would you say you consumed, including these three?

Temple: Not a lot… I tried to get a variety so I could get stronger faster, but…

Gotou: I’ll put down a guess as ten or less. Let’s move on to someone who has a sharper memory for numbers. One of our longer-lived guests at Mt. Fujikasane for 47 years, the Hand Demon. While most of the demons on the mountain had only eaten two or three humans, you’ve eaten a whole 50 of the children who headed into the Final Selection, didn’t you?

Hand: Yes, that’s right. It was hard at first since I wasn’t very strong, and the demons usually all went crazy there eating each other, just like that one brat who got away in Chapter 7 said. If you could manage to kill any of the kids, you had the other demons to fight off to even get a piece to yourself. That was enough to get me by, and stronger, little by little. Your body learns to make your meals last, and make the most of what you can get. I usually only had a bite of one child a year, can you imagine how horrible that was? Most demons who survive usually figure out some way to develop and survive better, and once my cells found something that worked for me, I kept doing it. I got really good at snatching away prey from other demons, and soon enough I was a bigger threat than any of them. None of them could, you might say, lay a hand on me.

Gotou: That’s an interesting point about self-development. A demon named Nezuko was spent two years doing that in her sleep.

Hand: She must have had a big meal before that!

Gotou: Well, anyway. It seems that in near starving conditions, your metabolism made the most of what you had, leading to the most efficient use of whatever food was available to you.

Hand: That’s right, I got really good at it. Wasn’t always pretty, but I made it work. I got to a point where I could go two years without eating and still keep my wits about me while the other demons were going mad. But I chose to eat. I liked to keep my appetite for specific children.

Gotou: That smile is not reassuring. Some humans taste better than others, I guess?

Hand: That’s for sure. This one kid tasted awful, like rust and man sweat! I still don’t have that disgusting taste out of my mouth! But he was one of my more satisfying meals, so I ate more of him.

Gotou: Then why would you… nevermind, I don’t like that smile, no further questions. While I had hoped to keep these interviews focused on quantities of humans consumed, it does seem personal taste is worth asking about. I had tried to invite a Swamp Demon from Chapter 11, but it kept arguing with itself and it felt like I’d be wasting my time. The one definite thing I learned was that this demon is picky, with a distinct preference for 16-year-old girls. Based on the number of trinkets he kept, it seems he had consumed at least seventeen of them, including several in one town. Sheesh, that’s sort of a rough mission to send a first-timer on. I’ve got a more cooperative guest here to discuss her tastes, a Snake Demon who, according to Chapter 188, has a special taste for baby flesh.

Snake: Thank you for having me here. It’s good to be appreciated again.

Gotou: Did you only eat babies?

Snake: Goodness, no. Babies are delicious, but they aren’t very nutritious. And their skulls certainly aren’t that big, the ones I lounged around with were from the people whom I killed and stole from. But you know the nice thing about baby skulls? They’re still soft. They take a long time to digest, but I can swallow them whole.

Gotou: Like… like a snake, then. Sorry, I’m a little ill hearing that. Let’s back up, were all those skulls the remains of adults you ate, then?

Snake: Meh, I ate some of them of better-looking ones, but most of them I only killed. I could usually kill a lot more at a time than I could bother eating, my killing record was fifty women all at once.

Gotou: And you didn’t find that wasteful?

Snake: Wasteful? Not at all. I wasn’t exactly in dire straits, I lived a more luxurious life than most demons do. That meant I could afford to wait for a truly delicious meal, like how you humans might leave something in a slow-cooker to enjoy the perfect combination of doneness and tenderness, plated in the most appetizing of ways.

Gotou: I guess demons and humans are similar in that regard.

Snake: I’m so glad you can relate! Then you understand the frustration of a meal you’ve be preparing for years opening up the slow-cooker and running away right when they were just about done.

Gotou: I have never had that experience.

Snake: I’ll get you, my pretty. And your little snake, too.

Gotou: I think we might have gotten a little off-topic here. It does seem digesting humans comes with some difficulty. I’d like to invite the Drum Demon in next. Your name is Kyougai, I hear?

Kyougai: !!

Gotou: Kyogai, right?

Kyougai: You’ve heard of me! You know my name!

Gotou: I happened to, yes.

Kyougai: What have you heard???

Gotou: That you were kicked out of the Lower Moons for being unable to consume enough humans.

Kyougai: Oh. ……..yeah, that’s me.

Gotou: I thought demons go berserk if they go a long time without consuming humans. Wouldn’t that make an inability to consume them problematic?

Kyougai: It wasn’t that I couldn’t eat them! Like I said in Chapter 24, I had to in order to sustain myself, just like any other demon. But, at some point, I couldn’t eat as much as I used to. That happens to humans too, doesn’t it? When you just can’t stomach anymore?

Gotou: You mean like when you’ve overeaten? In a human’s case that feeling may go away within a few hours.

Kyougai: Sort of like that, but you know, humans reach a time when nothing is appetizing or the thought of eating makes them feel sick, right? Isn’t that the human condition?

Gotou: …uh… maybe if they have a medical condition? Or anxiety? Do demons get anxiety? Or eating disorders?

Kyougai: I… I don’t know. I just wasn’t good enough.

Gotou: I think it’s plenty good if you stopped eating humans. Though to have developed Blood Techniques and been a Lower Moon in the first place, you must had eaten a great number of them.

Kyougai: You think I’m great?

Gotou: What?

Kyougai: No, sorry, I was getting ahead of myself. It’s true, I used to be able to eat as many as the other Lower Moons always consumed. Our stomachs were stronger, you might say. Demons got strong by eating humans, and then the more you did that the better you usually got at it, so the strong ones would eat more and more and keep getting stronger and stronger. At least, that’s how it usually worked. I’ve seen other demons below me reached that point too, where they feel the drive to eat, but then they have trouble digesting it for a long time, so they don’t wind up eating that many people.

Gotou: Then it would make sense to eat the most nutritionally dense parts first.

Kyougai: Or a Marechi.

Gotou: Yes, or a Marechi.

Kyougai: It was a great idea, wasn’t it?

Gotou: I cannot condone any consumption of humans as a good idea.

Kyougai: I knew it. I’m nothing. Go ahead, stomp all over everything I ever tried to accomplish.

Gotou: I think I’m going to move on to my next interviewee now. It looks like we’ve got… oh, would you look at this? Lower Moon One. Enmu, I believe.

Enmu: You can believe whatever you want. I’m happy to help.

Gotou: I don’t need any help, thanks. I’m curious, since you were one of the stronger demons out there, it seems you had a stronger capacity for consuming humans.

Enmu: I did, I was always careful and paced myself so the Demon Slayers wouldn’t notice me. I took my time. I liked to enjoy e-e-e-a-c-h one.

Gotou: Then you had tastes too? Like babies, or 16-year-old girls?

Enmu: I could season any human to my liking. They’re all very easy to prepare.

Gotou: I’m still trying to get quantitative data. Can you tell me at least a rough estimate of how many humans you consumed?

Enmu: I told this more precisely to that boy with the earrings back in Chapter 59, and I can tell you this too. At my best, I could had eaten over two-hundred people at once if I took my time.

Gotou: OH MY GAW----sorry, I dropped my pen. Two hundred, at once?

Enmu: Yes. If I had just. Had. A little. More. Time.

Gotou: Clearly there is a huge difference between what common demons are capable of and what the Twelve Moons are capable of.

Daki: Psh, those were all any random common people. That’s nothing to brag about.

Gotou: Excuse me, and you are?

Daki: Daki, Upper Moon Six. You want something really impressive, you talk to the Upper Moons.

Gotou: I’m sorry, I don’t see you on my list.

Daki: What! Your list is stupid. Look me in the eyes, I’m Upper Moon Six!

Gotou: Very well, then. What can you tell me about your diet, Miss Upper Moon Six?

Daki: That’s more like it. It’s true that digestion takes a while, and takes some effort. Even though we Upper Moons may have eaten hundreds of people in our lifetimes, it’s not as if we gorge ourselves. The clever ones among us save prey for later to eat when we feel ready for it.

Gotou: Food storage? How do you keep them fresh?

Daki: You leave them still alive, numbskull. Nobody wants to eat something cold, that’s gross.

Gotou: I see, so that’s why demons prefer to go after new kills instead of saving what they’ve already managed to kill. That also might explain why the demons on Mt. Fujikasane wouldn’t had eaten many humans, if they found long dead ones in edible.

Daki: You want to know the real secret to eating humans? You can eat what you find tastes good, sure. But to get stronger, you eat strong people. Like your Corp members, the ones besides chumps like you? Using all that Breath makes their muscles really lean and potent, it’s like they come offering themselves as protein bars for us.

Gotou: You make them sound like a fad diet…

Daki: The real secret is eating Pillars. Besides Marechi, they’re the strongest meals out there. Guess how many I’ve eaten?

Gotou: I don’t have the data to make an educated guess.

Daki: Then get educated! Look back at Chapter 88! I’ve eaten seven Pillars, and my brother has eaten fifteen!

Gotou: Your brother? Who is he, then, Upper Moon Five?

Daki: What? Ew. Gross. Gross! No way, ew!

Gotou: Hmm… eating Pillars, huh? Well, I can think of one Pillar who was…

Douma: Me too!

Gotou: Speak of the devil.

Douma: Actually, we Upper Moons can! And he's not Satan, that's not how this works. But I guess Muzan-sama’s curse doesn’t effect us now. Ask me anything you want!

Gotou: That Chapter 143 reference was such a rude entrance. I understand that Pillars are particularly nutritious—

Douma: Oh, please don’t misunderstand! I don’t even eat all the Pillars I’ve encountered. There was the one Flower Pillar who got away from me, but some of the boy pillars I just leave around. What’s really the key to consistent nutritional intake is women! It’s really unhealthy for a demon not to get enough women in their diet, that’s why even if you’re only looking for Marechi or Pillars, your metabolism is going to get thrown out of whack with sudden big meals. You grow a stronger metabolism with consistency, I believe!

Gotou: If I could stop you there, I had an image from Chapter 142 I preferred to focus on for this case study. I see you keep a wide collection of skulls, from victims whom I assume you ate.

Douma: Yes, they all stayed together inside me for eternity, but the room looked lonely without décor.

Gotou: It seems other demons usually go for nutritionally dense organs like hearts or livers, or easy to digest parts of the body, perhaps just blood sometimes. Eating the entire victim, bones and all, doesn’t seem to be the norm.

Douma: Bones are organs too, you know! That’s where blood is made, at its freshest. They do take more practice in learning to digest, and I had to find a way around not having to chew them, but the bone marrow is very, very good for you, so I make sure to consume it frequently. It may take more time and it causes some of my followers to panic more while they wait, though, that’s a bit of a downside. Oh, and I guess bones can make good storage for some sneaky poison. Even fingernails and hair follicles, who’d have thought?

Gotou: I don’t think hair would have much nutritional value in the first place. In all my years, I can never recall seeing a victim with their hair eaten.

Douma: Tsk, tsk! Clearly you haven’t done much metabolism research in advance. I was really impressed by how well Shinobu-chan understood how my digestion would work. Eating hair can do amazing things! Isn’t that right, Genya-kun?

Genya: ?????????

Gotou: Genya-kun!?

Genya: What am I doing here?

Gotou: I don’t think you’re supposed to be here. Isn’t there, you know, another side? The other direction?

Genya: What are you doing here? Did you die?

Gotou: I’m here doing research on demon metabolism and how they get stronger by consuming flesh.

Douma: What can you tell us about what up with having your friend feed you hair you found on the floor in Chapters 170-171, Genya-kun?

Genya: I’m not a demon!! Why the hell are you asking me?

Douma: ‘Hell’! Haha, good one!

Gotou: How do you even know about that? You were dead almost a full volume before that. And Genya’s different, he’s not a case study in how demons consuming humans works!

Douma: Are you certain?

Gotou: I hear the term get thrown around a lot that he’s ‘half-demon’, but—

Genya: I’m not a demon!!!

Gotou: --how would that even work? That would imply that one of his parents had to be a demon, and that—

Genya: What did you say about my mother!?!

Gotou: What? Nothing—

Genya: You say that to my face! You just trying saying something about my mother to my face! My mother never actually ate any flesh, you got that? She doesn’t deserve any of this!

Gotou: Genya, calm down, what—

Douma: I see we’re learning nothing about hair at all. Maybe Kokushibou-dono would provide better commentary on that?

Genya: Mom? Mo-o-o-o-m? Are you down here somewhere?

Gotou: And there he goes… wait, did you say Kokushibou? Upper Moon One? Oh no—he—he didn’t want me bothering him, he did not agree to another interview—

Douma: He-e-e-e-e-y, Kokushibou-dono! How did that work with Genya-kun eating your hair? Hair can be nutritious, right?

Kokushibou: You would gain… nothing… from consuming human hair… it’s not… flesh… you wasted your energy digesting it…

Douma: Aww, cutting it off them would had been sad, though.

Kokushibou: Demon hair… like demon weapons… is made… from our unique cells. It’s not dead… like human locks. Because that boy ate my live cells… it affected him…

Gotou: Yes, because he had a very, very unique metabolism, analyzed separately in this post. To be perfectly clear, Genya is completely human with cells that could temporarily transform, and he never consumed human flesh.

Kokushibou: He… vexes me…

Gotou: Um… while I’ve got you here, you’re one of the longest lived demons, clocking in at over three, maybe four centuries. Do you have any estimate of how many humans you’ve consumed?

Kokushibou: ……I see in… Chapter 100… that you are 23 years old?

Gotou: That is correct.

Kokushibou: Do you bother… remembering how many meals… you’ve had in a mere 23 years?

Gotou: I’m very sorry to have bothered you.

Douma: Kokushibou-dono’s ancient compared to the rest of us! But if I tried, I could probably recall. Let’s see. One, two, three, four…

Gotou: Is that? Your finger in your brain? Oh—ohhh—that is disgusting---I really don’t need to know numbers that badly, please stop. Is there maybe just some average you can give me for the Upper Moons instead? Like how many you’d eat in a month?

Douma: I wish I could, but a certain someone was an annoying outlier and didn’t like to eat so many humans. He made me worry all the time about his health.

Gotou: Really? Who might that be?

Douma: Hello-o-o-o-o-? Akaza-dono? Yoohoo! He spends all his time with his wife now and never answers when I call, it makes me so sad. Akaza-dono did eat humans, plenty of strong ones, but any time he wasn’t under orders from Muzan he liked to spend his time training instead of eating. Fanbook #1 says he did that way more than eating!

Gotou: Training? What sort of training?

Douma: Similar things to what your Corp members did, I imagine. Doing squats, throwing punches, things like that.

Gotou: Then demon muscles had similar function to human muscles, and could be strengthened through hard work? That’s surprising.

Douma: I know, right? I’ll let you in on a secret, I don’t think it was the physically repetition that did anything. I think it was his willpower getting honed and shaping his muscles.

Douma: I had to focus when I acquired new skills too, like breaking down poisons. A lot of sad, lowly demons, like that Hand Demon fellow? They focus as hard as they can in their desperation, or focus on some strong emotion or attachment or whatever, and they grow and develop because of it. Sometimes all their weak bodies can manage is an ugly mutation, but that’s proof enough of how much focus they had.

Gotou: That sheds a lot of light on Nezuko, actually.

Douma: Shed “light” on Nezuko-chan, hahaha! Sunlight! You humans are all so witty!

Gotou: Speaking of willpower, I’ve got one more interview I need to get to down here. Of all the demons I have records of, only Nezuko went her whole time as a demon without consuming any human flesh, although she did go through moments of berserk cravings for it. It’s possible that other demons were killed before they could consume anything, but typically they will consume flesh as soon as possible, which is why its common for their family and close relations to be among the first ones killed. Tomioka-san even mentioned in Chapter 1 that these close relations are especially nutritious.

Gotou: A demon about as old as Kokushibou, if not older, is a special case of her own. She was one of the only demons we know of to have escaped Kibutsuji’s curse and acted in dependently of him, including having created a demon of her own after two hundred years of trying. Most notably to our purposes, she trained herself to subsist on small amounts of blood, after having survived on corpses and wild animals for a time, according to the extensive Taisho Secrets at the end of Volume 21.

Tamayo: I explained this in more detail to Tanjirou-san in Chapter 15, but I went on to purchase blood from poor people, and extracted it in ways that wouldn’t be harmful to them. The one demon I created, Yushirou, could subsist on even less. I gained enough self-control that I could treat injured humans without feeling tempted into a berserk state.

Gotou: I was just talking to Douma about willpower making demons capable of accomplishing new physical developments. Was that how you were able to gain this state? I heard you even enjoy a cup of tea now and then.

Tamayo: Yes, I’ve taken a liking to it. I’d offer you some if not for this, you know, being hell. It’s nothing like the hell I went through when first resisting consuming humans, though. My demon body refused to take anything but fresh human flesh at first, but in the hardest moments, I always remembered a kind demon hunter who said he believed in me and my desire to defeat Kibutsuji Muzan. I believe Nezuko may have summoned her strength to resist the call of her demon cells in a similar way; she knew she had her brother there to rely on. Once she mastered something as remarkable as resisting the need for human flesh, it gave her the freedom to prioritize other developments.

Gotou: You spent centuries researching demon cells, especially how demons may break down and metabolize poisons.

Tamayo: I had not studied the metabolism of poisons until working with Shinobu-san. The medicine we concocted for Kibutsuji was only possible thanks to her work, and I couldn’t had worked with many of those wisteria-based substances on my own. I feel I was only there to fill in the gaps of her brilliant understanding.

Gotou: You’re very humble. I would pass along my thanks and compliments to Shinobu-sama too, but I’m pretty sure she’s not down here. On that note, did Genya-kun go back home?

Tamayo: He did after a nice reunion with his mother just now, it was very sweet. Shizu-san and I get along well, after all, we both carry similar guilt.

Gotou: Wait, was his mother a demon? That means Wind-sama’s mother was too? Wait?? What??

Tamayo: The worst hell I went through, or that any demon has gone through, is to realize what you’ve eaten after the hunger-driven madness clears. Being similar to your own cells, they’re easy on a volatile new anatomy to break down and digest. That’s why many demons may have driven themselves to forget everything all over again, or to twist their personalities to justify the horror, saying that because they ate the hearts of their loved ones and because demon flesh can live forever, then they never truly killed them. The truth always remained untwisted for me, and to this day, it torments me more than anything in this underworld can try.

Gotou: …

Tamayo: You should wake up now, Gotou. You’ve been through a lot; the nightmares must be taxing on your health. Please remember to eat well.

#kny fandom theories and meta #too many characters to tag #I wrote this draft early last week and only this morning had time to edit it but it took foreeeevvvverrr on my slow computer #now off to work #eat well everybody #I'm off to work #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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