#the picture was happening irl in front of them

[asterias-record-shop]

BINGOO! Can you please write a Miguel O’Hara sugar daddy story with prompt 15? I’m not creative enough to write a description for this but could you add a mention of the age gap? Miguel is Like 30 or something. Reader is young and wants money ofc. They met online and are meeting up irl. Thank youu

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Modern AU! CEO! Sugar Daddy! Soft! Miguel O'Hara x Sugar Baby! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.1K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You loved being a sugar baby. Truly, you did. The only con was the fact that you had to get with someone who was literally a hair away from dying, so when Miguel found you, it was truly a saving grace. After a while, he made you cut off all of your other sugar daddies, easily matching what they give you and more. Things have gotten weird lately, though… and you’re not sure how to take it, even when he says everything is ‘strictly pleasure’.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || obsessive behavior || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship || possessive! Miguel || his wife and daughter do not exist anymore 🤍 like at all || Latina coded reader || featuring Jessica Drew as another CEO because we love her (spider-verse variant) || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship turned real relationship || i speak rancho spanish so i write rancho spanish, it ain’t google translate so it might not make sense- || miguel is lowkey an asshole so he is an asshole now || fighting || you make him fix himself || i’m ngl, i don’t know what the hell i did but i had fun and there’s smut so enjoy || this is so much more kinky than it initially was going to be- || kinda OOC Miguel || sub turned dom! reader || sub! Miguel || sounding || cbt || slight oral || praise & degradation || riding || non-protected sex || cumming inside || ending is supposed to be humorous I’m not weird ||

Finding a sugar daddy that wasn’t quadruple your age was hard. Very, very hard. What was wrong with men? Couldn’t they just become billionaires at twenty-five?

Bastards.

Oh, but then Miguel O’Hara came along. A man in his early thirties that absolutely towered over you at 6’9”, built like a fucking god with looks to match and wealth to pair.

In the beginning, though, you had your doubts, so many doubts. You didn’t know what made him drawn to you in the first place, mainly because you had over five sugar daddies and he easily matched the prices immediately and made you get rid of them. He easily matched all your prices, doing even more before purchasing a test to make sure you were ‘healthy’.

After that, everything else happened extremely quickly - him buying you a car, jewelry and clothes, but the most recent was having you move in with him in his extremely large mansion. The first thing you noticed was that he had nothing in his home that gave it personality. No pictures, just crazy expensive art and photographs of things that were also crazy expensive.

He didn’t even have plants. Or a dog. Or a cat, something to give him some sort of personality besides that stupidly hot face. And stupidly hot money, but that’s why he was at work while you were at a shelter, promising yourself that you’d take some sort of pet home. You had settled on a kitten, a tuxedo kitten with a little bow tie and a mustache, along with small little mittens on his paws.

He immediately curled in your lap, a giggle falling from your lips as you stroked the back of his head. “I’ll take this one… I’m gonna name him Hart.”

And with that, you took him home. You bought him his own bed and all of the toys he could ever want or need, and you sat in the closet you had made his room as you wagged the cat toy in front of him, Jessica on the phone.

“Y/N, I really think you’re going to kill him bringing that cat into his house!” She laughed, snacking on her latest craving.

“Oh, he won’t! You’re being overdramatic, he’s gonna love Hart,” you wiggle the stick some more, the kitten swatting at it as you heard Miguel’s loud voice yell out for you. “Oh! He’s here, I’ll call you later Jess! Love you!”

“Don’t get killed!”

You giggled as you hung up and quickly stood, running out and fixing your skirt. “Miguel!”

He was tired today, you could tell. His body was more tense than you had ever seen, the buttons at the top of his shirt undone and his tie loose with his blazer open. You paused, his clenched fists making you swallow slightly. You had your share of violent lovers, and you sure as hell weren’t going to have another.

“Hola, mi reina,” he whispered, voice hoarse as he set down his briefcase and his fists unclenched. He softly set his hand on your hip, kissing softly against your temple as he sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s been a tough day.”

You inhaled as he softly pressed kisses down your temple around your eye, along the apple of your cheek. “Wh-What happened?”

He shook his head, his hands going from your hips to the pretty skin of your thighs that was exposed by the skirt. “Stupid idiots who don’t know how to fucking do their job.”

You hummed softly as you stroked the back of his head, twirling the locks of his hair with your fingers as you kissed his sharp jaw. You were already on your tiptoes, his hands supporting you as he ducked down. “I’m so sorry, Miguel,” you whispered as he let out a soft hum. “I uhm… I got something.”

“Ah si?” he responded, his hands slipping under your skirt to tease your pretty cunt. “Es esto, mi reina?”

“No,” you giggled, shaking your head. “Lemme show you.”

He smiled as you dragged him along, pulling him toward the closet you turned into the kitten’s room before turning around. “You can’t get mad.”

He started to cross his arms, raising a brow. “Why would I get mad?”

“You won’t be mad because you can’t. That’s my whole point,” you say, nodding firmly. “Okay?”

“You can’t say I can’t get mad and expect me not to get mad.”

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, shaking your head as he hummed softly and leaned down. “Just… trust me.”

He hummed again as you opened the door, the loud mews of the kitten making his eyes widen. You felt your smile disappear as you inhaled, shaking your head as you turned around. “This is Hart! He’s a little spy,” you giggled, kissing the kitten’s small head. “H-He was named after-”

“I know who he’s named after, Y/N,” Miguel growled, glaring at the kitten in your hand. “Why is it in my house?”

“Our house,” you correct him, a scoff falling from his lips. “What?”

“My house,” he basically growled, stepping forward as you started to step back. “Just because I fuck you like a ragdoll and cum inside of you like a cumdump doesn’t mean that this is your house.”

You inhaled as you held the kitten closer to your chest, scoffing. “You’re a fucking bastard, Miguel O’Hara. This is strictly business as always, isn’t it? You fucking asshole.”

He scoffed as you went around him, shaking his head. “This is mine, Y/N! All of it!”

“It might be yours, Miguel, but you don’t want it! You keep this giant house full of nothing that you love, nothing that you care for! You don’t even have a damn plant here!” You yelled at him, inhaling as you sent him a glare. “You’re a self absorbed bastard, Miguel.”

“I have you here,” Miguel spoke, something that completely betrayed his previous words. “You’re… all I could ever need.”

“You don’t need me though. The only thing that you fucking need is a damn whore,” you shake your head, keeping Hart close to your chest. “I will get myself a lawyer to get myself out of this contract, and we’ll never have to see each other again.”

“Y/N, wait-”

“No! Fuck you!” You were already rushing to your room - which was sadly one you shared with Miguel - locking it before he could come in after you.

“Y/N, amor… mi amor, I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not!” You yelled, sighing. How could you ever think this would go any other way? “Just… go away!”

To be honest, you weren’t sure what made you think you could love him. Actually love him and have it reciprocated, but you didn’t want to leave. You had worked so hard in this relationship with Miguel, gaining his trust and what you thought was his love, for fucks sake you couldn’t lose it now. What he said just… got to you.

It wasn’t until you heard a soft knock that you unlocked the door, Miguel slowly stepping into the room. “What do you want?”

“I just… look at this,” he gave you the binder, swallowing. “If you uhm… look at it, it annuls our last contract… if you sign it, mi amor-”

“What, are you gonna try and bribe me?” I ask, softly scratching Hart’s ear before he gives you the binder.

“Perdóname, amor,” he whispers, slowly falling to his knees in front of you. You certainly weren’t expecting this. “Read it.”

“Summarize it for me.”

“It says that you own me,” he says, tilting his head. “Everything I own, you own. Everything I am is yours,” he takes your hand, softly kissing against your wrist. “I’m sorry… that it took me so long to see how important you are to me. Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, y alma.”

You swallow as you stare at the dotted line, looking down at him as he kisses your skin. “Tu cuerpo? Es mío?”

He groaned as your hand shapes his jaw, softly tugging on his hair as Hart jumped down, sauntering out of the room as though he knew what was about to happen. “Todo es tuyo, mi amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his hair so he’d stare up at you. “Todo lo que quieras, es tuyo. Nomás me digas y es tuyo. Todo, todo es tuyo.”

You hummed, sighing as you moved your hips to come off the bed slightly. “Show me. Show me that you belong to me and I’ll sign it.”

He hummed, sending you a smile as he started to kiss against your wrist. “Of course, mi reina.”

You smile slightly as he starts to tug off his shirt, carefully unbuttoning and kissing along your calf before slipping off your heels. “If this keeps going, Miguel, you need to know that I’m not putting up with your bullshit.”

“Ya se, mi reina,” he whispers, his tongue flattening up your thigh as he pulls down your skirt. “I’m aware.”

“I’m going to sign that shit in your cum.”

He laughed, nodding. “If that’s what you want to do, mi amor.”

You tilted your head down at him, raising a brow. “That raises no red flags?”

“No, they’re actually green.”

You hold back a laugh as he slowly stands up, already taking off his clothes before you put up a finger. “I’m in charge, right?”

“Yes,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “What would you like me to do, hm?”

“Get on the bed,” you say, standing and slipping off your clothes. “Why are you just standing there? Go.”

Miguel smirked slightly, but followed your orders, his bare body looking perfect against the bed. “Well, what do you want me to do next, mi amor?”

You hummed, staring for another few minutes. “Get hard. I’ll be back.”

You go into your closet, but after hearing Miguel’s moans, you knew he listened to what you said. It wasn’t until you went into your drawer filled with sex toys did you know what you wanted to do - oh, you were going to make him sob. You grabbed the small silver toy you had never had the chance to use on him, biting your lip as you finished taking off the rest of your clothes and fixing your bra and underwear.

It was normal to makeup with Miguel with sex, then talk about what happened and why it should never happen again before you fell asleep, resulting in Miguel waking you up with breakfast in bed and another lavish apology gift.

When you walked out, you smiled when you saw Miguel bucking his hips into his hand, his thick cock dribbling precum out of his bright red tip. “Look how pretty your cock is, baby… so, so pretty.”

He lets out a dry laugh, groaning. “Oh yeah? Que vas hacer?”

You giggled, slowly sliding between his legs and taking out the metal sounding rod. “Voy a jugar con lo que es mío.”

He lets out a choked moan as the cold tip of the rod dragged in a circle along the tip of his cock, already lubed up so you wouldn’t hurt him, a giggle escaping your lips as you slowly pushed it into his cock. He lets out a choked moan as you laugh, watching as it slowly disappears inside of his cock.

“Hijo de su pinche madre,” he cursed, groaning as he bucked his hips, stomach clenching as you watched his body slowly fall to your mercy. “Amor, please, please- I'll be good, I just need to fuck you.”

“Cállate,” you ordered, giggling as you pushed it inside until the ring was showing, your mouth latching onto his balls and sucking softly. “Come on, be a good boy and fuck it.”

He cursed as he starts to roll his hips, following the sounding rod as he groaned loudly. One of your hands rubs along his thighs, giggling as you stared up at his face all scrunched and desperate. He really did make a good sub.

“Come on, don’t stop now, Miguel, you’re doing so good,” you move away from his balls but continue to cup them, moving so that his fat cock was settled on his abdomen and you rubbed your now bare pussy against his shaft. “Come on baby, I know you want to cum. As soon as you cum, I’ll put your cock in me and I’ll let you fuck me.”

He groaned loudly, almost growl-like sounds falling from his lips as he forced his hips to go faster, fucking into the sounding rod as he rubbed against your wet cunt. You couldn’t hold back your own moans, the friction of his cock perfect against your cunt and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

“Amor, please, please!” He was begging to cum, even if he didn’t quite know it yet, a groan falling from your lips as you continued to squeeze and rub his balls. He had never been this quick to cum, and you knew you’d have to try this again soon. “I’m close, chingao, I’m close.”

You let out a laugh as you watch the sounding rod start to be pushed out, pushing it back in as he whined. “Not yet, amor mío.”

“Por favor, mi vida, necesito- fuck!” He screamed out as you continued to hump against his length, pushing and pulling the rod in and out of his cock.

“Say it again. That you’re mine.”

“Fuck, I’m yours! Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, corazón, y alma, ¡chingada madre!” He yelled out as you finally let go of the sounding rod, watching it pop out of his cock and a perfect, pornographic cumshot follow. You moved your hand from his balls, lifting your hips as you continued to pump his shaft. You watched as the pearlescent liquid spurts onto his toned abdomen, smiling before cupping your hand in front of his tip and gathering his cum.

He panted, watching as you slowly smeared it along your cunt and placed the sounding rod onto the nightstand. “Next time we need to go bigger.”

“Whatever you say, amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his cock to push into your cunt, another loud groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know,” you spoke, laughing slightly as you gasped. No matter how many times his cock was inside of you, you never got used to it. “Fuck, Miguel, It’s like you get bigger every time.”

“Maybe I do,” he smirked, offering that playful wording as you finally sat on his pelvis, groaning loudly. “Look at how perfect you look with my cock inside of you, mi reina. Fucking perfect.”

You whimpered, groaning as you started to roll your hips, his cock feeling as though it was deeper than it ever was. “N-No, no.”

He smirked, tilting his head. “No what, amor? Tell me.”

“Stop that,” you order, knowing damn well if he kept talking like that you’d soon be on your back begging for him to fuck you. That’s now how it was going to happen, not today. “I’m in charge. Not you.”

“I never said you weren’t, amor-”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly to his as he held your hips, helping you rock onto his cock. “Stop talking.”

He laughs as his other hand pulled you in for another firm kiss, your hands searching for the contract before his hips slam up into you. You pulled away, gasping as he lets out a loud groan, cursing. “Thought you needed some help, mi amor.”

Your hands claw against his shoulders as he keeps your chest pressed to his, using his strength to easily thrust up into you. For fucks sake, he couldn’t even let you have this, but you weren’t complaining as he grunted underneath you and you felt his cock rub against every place you ever wanted him to be. He repeatedly thrusted into you at that perfect rate to hit that spot inside of you that just made your body go limp, stomach twisting and turning.

One of the pros of having a man who knew your body like the back of his hand was that you could always count on him making you cum.

You gasped as his cock finally thrusted against that perfect spot that easily made you come undone, mind blurring as you basically see stars right as your nails dig into his skin. Your cunt clenched and squeezed his cock as a result of your orgasm, a hissed groan falling from his lips as he thrusted a few more times and finally came inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back, the added feeling of his cum spurting inside of you, filling you up as your inner thighs started to register slight heat from the power of his thrusts. You panted as you started to sit up, Miguel letting out a slight laugh before you grabbed the sounding rod and the contract.

“Q-Qué estás haciendo?”

You looked up at him, giggling as you dipped the rod into his cum. “I said I was going to sign it with your cum.”

“Mierda, Y/N, don’t do that!”

“What?! You think I was joking?! I said it was a red flag!”

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[mysillytdsideblog]

My headcanons for mike & co

Vito

Co-host w/ Mike from ages 14-16

Mentally 18-19 ish

System big brother

Handles a lot of the family issues

The one who steps up fr

Sexual Protector Alter

Trauma Holder, but doesnt have a full picture of their trauma

Sexualizes self for attention

Just a cool guy if u get to know him

Wishes he was more built irl lol

He was the one dating their first girlfriend

She didnt know about their DID, both Mike and Vito would rather keep that private

Wants a normal life

Also held down their first job (semi-canon)

He gives a shit but can be emotionally reserved

He doesn’t hate Mal, he just finds him frustrating

A bit of a troublemaker but not out of wanting bad for the system, it’s just the way he is

Creeped out by Mal, thats why he doesn’t like him

Secretly holds grudges but doesn’t tell them unless he’s picking a fight

Kinda a pothead

Chester

Mentally 60s-70s

No specific trauma memories, but he was split from trauma

Has never been the host but he switches in quite often

One of the first alters to have been discovered by their psych

At first the psych thought they were faking just cause of how theatrical Chester was, and how much it annoyed Mal

The psych thought they were faking to get out of juvie

Not to help, Mal said it was a “voice in his head” and would talk to him out loud, not caring who heard

He’s not an introject, but they don’t know why he’s old

He just is who he is

They don’t know why he has a scar over his eye, they presume there’s a trauma reason for it but nobody has any memory of something bad happening to their eye

He feels like he’s a grandfather to Mike, but the feeling’s not reciprocated

Not yet at least

Mike learns to love him

He gets annoyed by Chester still but he finds him more endearing

He likes his hot beverages and pastries

And yelling at the tv

He finds commenting on everything so entertaining

He’s co-con 80% of the time

He finds fronting to be physically exhausting, like it makes him physically feel his age

Has chronic pain in his hips and joints, his psych says it’s phantom pain

He loves his psych, he could go on for hours

He loves little kitty cats! There has never been a cat he couldn’t pet

He wishes he was more welcome when visiting nursing homes, he feels lonely but they don’t like his “portrayal” of an old man

He had gotten kicked out before

Actually, he gets kicked out of places quite often

He has health anxiety and constantly thinks he’s going to fall ill and die

His doctor is so fed up

He believes so many wives tales and basically you can tell him anything and he will believe you (unless he’s in a mood, then he’s just going to shout at you)

Mal

Ambigious early childhood to age 13 host

Mentally shifts between 13 to 17

Persecutor/Protector

Mainly a physical protector, kind of the mind’s back up plan for when things get rough and he needs to protect himself or take action

Holds most of the memory of the physical abuse

Split directly for that reason

He was one of the first

Hates his parents and tries to cause problems as a revenge for all the abuse he endured

Sadistic for this reason

He knew from a very young age that nobody was coming to save him, and they never did

Telling all the trauma he knew about in a court ordered psychiatric evaluation was the main reason he got diagnosed, but he was hoping it was going to put his parents in prison

It didnt

He was originally going to be diagnosed with ASPD before they scrapped that for just a DID diagnosis, mainly because his symptoms were too mixed and inconsistent due to the other alters existing

He still agrees ASPD fits him though and after TDAS he does more specific treatments for it in therapy

They do get diagnosed with ODD though

Basically everyone but Svetlana shows symptoms for it

Mal has it the worst because he has so much pent up hatred from everyone who hurt or failed him

And he only gets the bare minimum when he takes it into his own hands, but its better than nothing

Really clashed with Zoey at first but he was the one to make her understand them more, in his own roundabout way

Actually became close friends with Zoey even if they have their conflicts

Mike

Same age as body

Kinda bigender tbh but he’s not ready for that

Thinks he should be the one to call all the shots because he thinks hes the original

Hes not, there is none

Doesn’t have a lot of childhood memories

Nobody tells him about their trauma

Besides Mal when he’s trying to prove a point

He hates Mal because Mal threatens his sense of control

He overcompensates, being a system scares him so if he’s in charge he will be able to make sure everything’s ok

Just finally coming out of denial, still half in it

He hates being a system

Rude to his alters!!!

After All Stars, he sees his psych again who scolds him

And teaches him to accept his disorder

He does better

He compromises more, he learns that his alters are people too, he adapts to his multiplicity and eventually is the key to achieving functionality between all of them

He struggles to accept Mal, because of his persecutory nature, but he learns why Mal does what he does and with a little work from them both they are able to compromise

Mal has to grow and learn too don’t get me wrong

Svetlana

Same age as body

Transbian

Doesn’t mind being a system tbh

She likes the company

Hosts for short periods but only for upcoming competitions really because its hard for her to pretend to be a singlet

She doesn’t like hiding who she is, she’s way more open about her DID than the others are

She wishes she has more girl friends to talk with but they all know her as mike or mal :(

Total sporty girl she is multi talented in soooo many sports

Gymnastics is her fav obv

Why she has an accent? Who knows? Possibly an introject or maybe shes just like that but as far back as they remember she was there

They are all confused

Has good childhood memories, trauma free

She definitely loved recess and fronted a lot during the school years

Loves making friends, shes very social and kind!!

She’s also the most understanding and gives the best advice

Very emotional and it can be quite theatrical, on par with chester

She’s the one who gets along the most with their parents

Picky eater

She likes to eat clean and hates that the other alters eat meat because she finds it soooo gross

Has her own separate drawer in their dresser for her clothes

Bird lover and has owned pet birds before

Manitoba

Introject, half indiana jones-half steve irwin

Not a fusion he was just made like that

30s-40s

The most recent split

Has a fleshed out part of the interworld including NPCs (like his wife) and spends most of his time there (semi-canon)

He doesn’t prefer to front, he just found total drama fun to compete in

Dreams of traveling the world

Really longs for his innerworld to be real

Tries to keep everyone in line

Wishes they would be less trouble

He doesn’t side with anyone, which makes Mike very angry but he can also see a side to Mal that Mike can’t

He’s the most logical and level headed one

Loves collecting things especially memorabilia from places he’s been

He knows so many animal facts and just general knowledge

It makes Mike feel stupid cause he doesn’t know all that but its in his brain, it confused him how that works still

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[peasofgreeniguess]

Hi, I saw you're request where open and I wanted to throw this in here.

Could I request classic bros, underswap, and underfell with reader who is there best friend and they have the biggest fucking crush on them but won't make a move since reader is with somone, so in this scenario, reader comes home, crying, turns out there now ex-boyfriend just dated them for a dare. Could you make a scenario of that please?

Thank you for reading this! I tried not to go against you're rules and if it did, then please ignore and I'm sorry! Stay safe Irl <3

You did fine! Dw I won’t hunt you down if you made a mistake lol <3 and thank you! You to.

These are LONG- because this was fun lol, so that's why it took so long. (and when i say long i mean LONG)

Classic Sans: sans jolts up from his nap at the sound of the door slamming. He quickly shuffles out of his sheets and out into the hallway, worried that papyrus was in trouble. Only instead of his brother, he sees you, his roommate. Standing in front of the door wet and sobbing, your nice clothes you wore for your date now soaking, dripping onto the carpet. You look up at him with those eyes he's grown to love and his soul breaks for you, holding his hands out as you walk up to him. Sans wraps his arms around you tightly and shortcuts you to your room,letting you go he moves his hands up to your face, gently guiding you to look at him.

"what happened Y/N?" he asks. Tears well up in your eyes and you let out a choked sob. “he he" you stutter "he left me! He said- t-that all i was to him, was a bet! And that I meant nothing to him and he left me! in the rain!!" you cry, tears falling down your face. sans pulls you into a hug again, pushing you head against his ribcage, hiding his face from view. He was livid.

How could anyone be so cruel, especially to you! I mean sure he’s biased. he’s head over heels for you but there’s no question of as to why!! You are so sweet, and pretty, and soft, and so considerate of his brother- you are amazing… but you are still soaking wet… and sobbing into him. Well at least that dick bag is out of the picture, and sans is the one who gets the privilege of taking care of you.

Gently he tells you to take of those clothes, you’ll get a cold, and he goes to grab some fresh clean ones from his room. Handing you one of his oversized shirts to wear. You put it on and sans leads you to bed, he’s about to cover you in blankets and get you some food when you grab him and pull him into bed with you- he overcomes the surprise and submits to you, pulling the blanket over both of you and petting your hair as you curl into him… stars, that jackass doesn’t deserve you, he will show you how a real monster treats their mate.

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Undertale Papyrus: papyrus is walking down the sidewalk, happily humming a tune as he carries his bags back home. It’s Saturday! His turn to make dinner for his brother and roommate! Or just his brother today… his roommate was on a date with their boyfriend. Papyrus doesn’t like him that much, he thinks you deserve better, you deserve greatness! Like the great Papyrus!! But alas, you have chosen your mate… but that doesn’t mean he can treat you to his excellent cooking. (One of his many amazing mate skills)

Speaking of his roommate, his phone buzzes in his pocket. He takes it out and looks at the contact, it’s you! Eagerly he answers with a smile, but stops before he says anything… you are crying, why are you crying? You see supposed to be on a date with your mate! Your mate should be drying your tears.

With a sniffle you start to speak, “p-papyrus” you say, your sweet voice filled with sadness- almost breaking his soul in two. “He- he left me!” You cry, sobbing harder over the receiver. “WHAT? WHO LEFT YOU?” Surly you aren’t talking about… “my boyfriend!! He left! He said it was a lie all of it was a lie!” You say, voice cracking on the phone. Papyrus immediately drops his bags on the ground, texting sans where he is so he can pick them up. “WHERE ARE YOU?” Papyrus says sternly, you answer with an address and a papyrus starts sprinting to you.

When he gets there he finds you sitting on the curb, your beautiful outfit you picked out now covered with tear stains and dirt. Papyrus slowly sits down next to you, pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you protectively. He then picks you up causing you to squeak, he apologizes and explains he’s bringing you home. He will make you dinner and drying your tears, he will comfort you. He will be everything that human never could. He will heal your heart and the win it for himself!

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Underswap sans: Sans hates your mates guts, he’s an asshole. He treats you like trash, while his sweet little roommate gives everything and more. The first time you introduced your boyfriend to him and his brother, they both knew something was up. So when he found you curled up in his bed crying- he knew who did it. You look up at him from the blankets you wrapped around yourself, sniffling. Sans’ eyes soften as he sets his bag down on the floor, sitting down on the side of the bed. “What Happened?” He asks, you should be on a date right now…

Your eyes fill up with tears once more and you choke out “he left me… he only was with me for a bet…” you say, dropping your face into your hands. Blue coos at you, taking off his gloves and rubs circles on your back. He’s completely calm and empathetic on the outside- on the inside he can feel his magic bubbling with rage. He know that guy was bad news but this was low, his beautiful human all heartbroken…

But they came to him for comfort… they chose him- a he feels a small twinge of guilt at the fact that that makes him so happy. He could treat you millions of times better- he can cook, he can protect you, he’s great with kids! Look how his brother turned out- you deserve someone at magnificent as him, and he will prove that to you. right after he gives you snuggles.

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Underswap papyrus: Papyrus is typing away on his computer without a thought in the world, his music on and his inspiration flowing- using it as a distracting from the fact his roommate is on a date with some one who is not him, attempting to curb his envy. After a while he stops, cracking his knuckles and turning his spiny chair away from his desk. Loudly papyrus shrieks, not expecting to see his roommate curled up on his bed with tear streaks on their face- you are supposed to be out! holding a hand to his chest he starts to calm down. "honey- what are you doin here?" he asks, rolling his chair towards the bed. you look up at him and mumble something under your breath. "sorry?" papyrus asks "he broke up with me..." you say louder, pushing your face into the pillows. papyrus pauses- your boyfriend... broke up with YOU! the amazing, beautiful, funny, smart, human in front of him... that guy left YOU???

"w-why?" papyrus says surprised, he truly cannot understand why he would do that. He leans closer to you as you answer, "it was a bet... his friends said if he could... 'tap that' they would get him a ps5" you say, tears falling down your face as you break into sobs. Papyrus's marrow boils, how dare he, and how long have you been in here? Shame and anger crawl up his spine as he thinks of what to do. Part of him wanting to kill that fucking guy and the other desperately wanting to comfort you. but when you lift up your blanket for him to crawl next to you, his choice had been decided for him. "i could really use my cuddle bee" you say, your sweet voice wobbling with every word... how on earth could he say no to that? He crawls into bed with you and holds you close to him, never wanting to let you go... He can go fuck that ex up another day, pulling out his phone he texts his brother to bring up some ice cream and blankets and only a few minutes later you are sitting in his lap, happily watching your favorite movie and sharing a dub of ice cream. ——-

Underfell sans:

Sans has hated your boyfriend guts since the moment you brought him to meet sans and his brother. That ballsack barely got away without half of his face being torn off. You were his mate-roommate… whatever. You are the only person next to papyrus who he’s all soft and mushy around, taking you to movies, buying you stuffed animals, cuddling you… so when he found you crying on the couch he had a idea of who caused it.

“I swear to god- what did he fuckin’ do this time” sans grumbles, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around you. You sniffle, hiding your face from sans’s eyesight. “Doll-“ you interrupt him “I don’t need you- hic- going to jail” you say in between sobs. Sans sighs and sits next to you, pulling you into his lap like you were a small cat. “Dollface- i promise… I ain’t’ goin to do nuthin… just tell me wha’ happened” he coos, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“He left me… he only dated me for a bet…” sans grips the blanket harder, almost ripping the fabric under his claws as he holds back a deep growl. “That fuckin bastard” he says, holding you closer. “You promised you wouldn’t-“ sans shushes you softly, “i know, I know, I won’t… doll I’m so sorry”

Sans moves his hand to your head, gently using his claws to massage your scalp and guiding you to lean on his chest as he starts purring. He knows you love listening to his purrs, the rhythmic rumble relaxing you. Sans knows it’s working as your crying slows until eventually stopping. He will hold you however long you need him to, after all, it’s not often a monster as tough as him falls for a human like you.

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Underfell papyrus:

Papyrus grumbles as he flicks the frying pan in his hand, hot flames of the stovetop and the bustling of the other chefs in the kitchen. The chaotic dance that is cooking, papyrus enjoys his work, it’s his safe space. No brother, no frustratingly cute roommate- just him and the food he cooks. And he’s a damn good cook. That is until his safe space is invaded.

“Chef! We have a quest requesting you!” A human server says, Papyrus looks up with a scowl and walks over, straightening his chefs whites. The server leads him to a table, and to his misfortune sits you. He curls his lip at you harshly, “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” He says. you look up at him with tear stained eyes, why were you crying? Shouldn’t you be with your mate if you are upset? That’s his job. Before he could ask anything you answer his questions.

“He broke up with me” you state, wiping a tear from your face. Papyrus stares at you in shock- why on earth would someone leave you willingly? He would be the last to actually admit it but- he likes you. A lot. You meet all his very high standards so the fact that a puny human would reject you was asinine. “WHY ON EARTH WOULD HE DO THAT?” He asks, pulling out a chair and sitting down, “AND WHY WOULD YOU BITCH TO ME ABOUT IT”

You look down at the table. “I didn’t know who else to talk to…” you take a shaky breath, “and he left me for a bet… the whole thing was because of a bet, he never loved me, he didn’t even like me” papyrus leans back in his chair, folding his arms. “I don’t know why I came here- you don’t like me either” you say, tears welling in your eyes. But as you turn to leave papyrus grabs your arm gently. “HE IS A FOOL”

“What?” You ask, shock clear on your face. “THAT MAN IS A FOOL, YOU ARE A AMAZING MATE. YOU MET ALL MY STANDARDS SO YOU WERE FAR TO GOOD FOR HIM ANYWAYS” he gets up, leading you out of the restaurant “COME, I WILL FIX YOU FOOD AT HOME” he says walking out. He may not be good with words, but papyrus is good with cooking, and besides, everyone knows LOVE is the most important ingredient, and he has a lot of that for you. Even if it takes a while for him to admit it.

#undertale #papyrus #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #headcannons #sans #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus x reader #underfell sans x reader #underswap sans x reader #underswap papyrus x reader #ask #long post

[l0v3tast3]

What if the 141 Team had a y/n that LOVES spiders and has like 5 big ass spiders at home and everytime they see one ( even if it is the ugly ass scary ones) they will go like "omg! How cute!! I am going to keep it!" And gives them stupid names.

✎ i hate spiders with every fiber in my body irl like if they all went extinct i think all my mental illness would be cured but this is cute lol

✎ tags: uhh spiders?, young military reader, gender neutral reader, platonic, fluff, not proofread as usual

♡ you never make any outright mention of it, but they notice your not-so-common love pretty quick. it's not like they expect you to jump up onto a table and scream when you see a spider, but this isn't what they expected either.

♡ you're all at a safehouse, it's your first mission with them and they don't know you very well yet. kyle, price, and you are sitting at a table going over countless building plans while ghost and soap are fiddling with the armory currently set on a coffee table.

♡ kyle looks over at one of the empty chairs and is just like "oh, a spider" and starts rolling up a piece of paper to smack it with, but you've already got it scooped up in your hands. he watches you walk out of the front door, basically coddling it, holding it much closer to your face than most people would.

♡ it happens a couple more times on that mission (the safehouse is kind of old and grungy, just the usual) and everyone sort of takes notice then. soap mentions it while they're scraping the last of whatever is left out of their rations and you're in another room.

�� "what's with the kid and spiders? why don't they just kill 'em?" he asks, and kyle shrugs, muttering that you just seem to like them. soap shakes his head and suppresses a soft shudder (he does not like them).

♡ later, you're all in a forest surrounding the building you're scoping out. it's all quiet and you're passing along hushed counts of people and potential entrance points through your mics when they hear you let out a soft gasp.

♡ price asks if you're alright and you whisper-yell through the mics "sorry, there's a huge spider here!" and kyle and soap raise their eyebrows at each other while price rolls his eyes. they think that's the end of it, and eventually price says it's time to go back to the safehouse.

♡ you're the first one back and they all walk in to see you at the table with a grungy tupperware box containing, lo and behold, a huge spider. you've poked holes in the top of the box to make sure it could breathe.

♡ soap is the first to speak. "ah, c'mon kid, what the hell is that thing doin' in here?" you give him a slight side-eye and keep cooing at it through the plastic. "i'm keeping it!" you proclaim. "i can do that, right?" you're looking at price with practically doe-eyes now.

♡ price tries to protest that you shouldn't, it could be an invasive species or something, but you shake your head and tell them what type of spider it is, that it's actually pretty common in most countries, you'll make sure it doesn't get out, that you've had a couple of these before in the past so you know how to take care of it.

♡ "you've had a couple? like as pets?" soap asks incredulously and you just nod without giving him a glance. he gives you a weird look before following ghost to dump his gear off next to his cot. ghost has already been giving you weird looks through the mask, but he doesn't say anything.

♡ price gives up pretty quick and saying no and just tells you to make sure it stays in the box and you nod and promise you will. kyle sits down with you, albeit across from you instead of next to you, and eyes it warily.

♡ "it won't bite! this one's nice. the ones i have at home will though," you joke, and kyle scoots his chair back a teensy bit. price laughs at him.

♡ they learn that you have five other spiders at home. you whip out your phone, eager to show them pictures when they express vague interest, and soap leaves the room entirely. ghost rolls his eyes at him but doesn't move to come see the pictures either. kyle just says "oh... nice!" and price nods along.

♡ they try to limit your collecting habit in the future, but it's hard for them to say no to you. you keep showing them you're ever-growing collection every time you guys see each other again, and kyle ends up knowing all your spiders by name (regardless of if he actually wanted to or not, he just doesn't want to be mean).

✎ hnghhn sorry i've been gone so long again lol i'm writing again tho i promise <3

#call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod #mwii #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #ghost #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap #john price #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #platonic #fluff #tw spiders #— lilly writes! ♡

[tim-shii]

the stakes are high, the water's rough.

pairing: nagi seishiro x reader

tags: office au, office worker!nagi, he is not a football player in this, established relationship, fluff, introvert office worker nagi my beloved 😓

a/n: i love love love the ours mv by taylor swift so i was like ykw why not nagi office worker ,, makes u wonder what would happen if nagi didnt play football and became a pro hmm HAHHAHA my irls also helped w what do people even do in an office so ty to them theyre the best 🫶 enjoy this mwa also thank u nie babe (@fuyuluvr) for beta reading may kith ka sakin 😚

the morning air is definitely not good for the lungs. in a busy city, long gone were the fresh and cool winds of the province. instead, fog and vehicle smoke fill the atmosphere, smothering people on their way to work. 

what a dull world to live in, nagi thinks. making his way towards the elevator after mindlessly showing his identification card to the probably half asleep desk attendant and high-fiving the friendly janitor who never fails to greet him every morning. 

ding! as the doors slid open, nagi could feel himself melting to the ground. it’s 7:54 am, office hours start at seven. he’s late but so what? it’s not like his boss cares enough for attendance. because of this, he gets an extra 10 minutes to sleep in. so why? why is the elevator so full of people that he has to squish his 190 cm build who’s carrying a briefcase? sighing dejectedly, nagi thinks he should’ve just taken the stairs. 

it was silent. other than the constant whirs of the elevator going up, no one dares speak a word. it makes nagi cringe, to be honest. he feels like he’s in a room with a bunch of npc’s just trying to do their role. as soon as the lift stops at the thirteenth floor, nagi is pushed left and right as his fellow employees rush to their desks.

nagi walks over to his desk sluggishly. each step just adds to his growing boredom. the office is still the same as ever. the coffee that toppled over yesterday is still left unclean and the corner plant who has seen better days. 

dragging his feet to his assigned cubicle, nagi sat down with a huff. looking around, he notices mr. takahashi, his senior who has worked here for more than ten years, standing in front of the water dispenser just staring into space. yep. this will be a long seven hours.

throughout the day, nagi felt nothing but exhaustion and endless boredom. his boss was nowhere to be found, as usual. he went to three different printers in the office and not a single one of them worked. he couldn't even concentrate on the report he was working on because the beeping from his co-worker's game almost made him pull out his own console and neglect his duty. during lunch, two people whose names nagi didn't even care to know about kept snickering while looking back at him eating his melon bread. how bothersome, indeed.

as soon as the clock strikes four, nagi wasted no time in tidying up his things. rushing towards the exit, nagi even ditches the elevator and ran down the stairs instead, he high fived the janitor for the second time of the day. 

while on the bus, nagi decided to play games to pass time. taking in his homescreen wallpaper. a picture of you two at a park, his arms around you from behind, his cheek squished against your own. you beaming at the camera and him having the most miniscule smile ever known to man. 

two years ago, you got an offer to study abroad in an exchange student program. at first, you refused, not wanting to leave nagi behind and came along were the doubts if you're even gonna survive in a foreign place all on your own. but nagi talked to you about it and urged you to just go, he'll be fine. he was not fine. during the first week, nagi couldn't sleep. he felt homesick in his own home. at some point, he's even thankful his job is everyday and keeps him away from home, nagi can't believe he ever thought that.

and now, nagi's on his way to the airport. to pick you up. because finally, after two whole long torturous years, you're coming home. to him. 

nagi waits at the doors, anxiously tapping his feet. looking ahead, his eyes met yours and all of a sudden, the world doesn't seem so dull anymore. he watches as you run towards him, dropping your baggage at your wake and throwing yourself at him. arms around his neck and legs around his waist, nagi holds you tightly as if he's afraid to let you go again. he pulls your face back, his palm feels warm on your cheek. 

"hi, sei. did you miss me?" you whispered, oh so delicately. nagi didn't utter anything back, only staring at you. eyes wandering around your features, rememorizing the face he's only been seeing inside a tiny box for the last two years. nagi leans in slowly, taking your lips in his. he kisses you with longing and fervor.

"missed you. i missed you so much." you heard him mumble into the kiss. pulling back only to hide his face in your neck, nipping at the skin before putting you down.

"let's go home?" you ask him, hands cupping his face. he nods.

home. nagi thinks it's a nice word when you say it.

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#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #blue lock nagi #seishiro nagi #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #tim writes.

[silvervioletvalentine]

Stay , stay , stay , cause I’ve been loving you for quite some time

Pairing: Auston Matthews x Cherrie , Charles leclerc x Cherrie

Word count: 8k

Summary: in which Auston Matthews knows what he wants and Cherrie just wanted stability . And poor Charles doesn’t know what’s coming for him .

Or- in which Auston just wants to stay , stay , stay.

Warnings: cheating! Ew I’m sorry but like , also not! Cheating is gross so don’t do it irl but also, that doesn’t count here for this story sorry!!;) smut , guilt and pregnancy towards the end but doesn’t go into detail of baby’s etc . Happy ending but not for charles:( lemme know what u think!! My two fav worlds clashing nhlxf1 !) love you guys xoxo

The thing was, Cherrie knew exactly who Auston Matthews was . How could she not? After being best friends with Lucy for the past two years , she had heard all about her boyfriends best friend , who also happened to be his teammate too.

And that have been fine, it all would have been okay if Auston had been normal and polite . If he had shook her hand hello and made polite conversation , then maybe they could have even had been distant friends whenever she came to see Lucy in Toronto.

But life was never that simple was it? Not to her it wasn't.

Because Auston didn't want to be her friend , that much was clear . From the very first time they had met and the very first time she had murmured a sweet hello to him, he had made it very clear to her of what he thought .

He didn't even try to hide the way he looked at her , the way his eyes would linger on her body , on her lips and the way he would automatically grin whenever she would speak . His eyes always searching for her when he entered the room, even when his best friend was right there, he came straight for her .

It was the way he had followed her on every social media , commented publicly on every pictures she posted . Finding new and creative ways to express just how beautiful he really thought she was , and because they were all such good friends , they were in a groupchat together , which meant he had her number.

And Auston wasn't one to waste a perfect opportunity in front of him.

Which led to late night texts after his games , smug 'did you see me score tonight gorgeous?' With a 'get fucked Auston.' Reply from her almost immediately.

Which led to him calling her , which led to her picking up just to tell him to leave her alone , which somehow led to them bickering over why her favourite cookies were better than his , which led to switching to FaceTime so they could argue properly  , in his words  .

Which led to him talking to her until she fell asleep mid murmuring to him.

And even though she spent most of her time in Monaco , there would be flowers at her door every Friday and fresh chocolates arriving every Monday morning from him. A simple 'roses are are classic beauty, just like you.' Written on the card from him personally .

And when she came back to see Lucy , he would be by here . Smiling at her like she was all he wanted to see , like she was all that mattered to him then.

And she would roll her eyes and he would skim his hand across her back gently whenever he passed her by, squeezing her hips as he murmured a smug 'excuse me' only to round back to her a moment later with a drink in his hand for her.

And she would tell him off in French , tell him to behave and that she knew what he was doing and he would simply smile and tell he didn't understand French , sorry sweetheart.

His grin only widening when she would insult him and start an argument , her blood pumping with excitement when he would roll his eyes and bicker back. His side pressed to hers as he told her she was wrong , that there was no way French cheese was better than good old American cheese.

Then she would swear that as soon as he tasted it he would take that back, and he would slyly reply 'you offering to take me back to Monaco with you?'

And she would fluster and banter back, in your dreams matthews .

And maybe their back and forths would be okay, maybe his clear intentions and his warm hands and his whispered words would be okay, In another world . But it wasn't okay and it wasn't right .

Because Cherrie had a boyfriend. A very kind and very Beautiful boyfriend who thought the world of her . Who was sweet and funny in a fumbling boyish way . A boyfriend who loved her and promised her a steady future .

Charles was the perfect partner really . The picture perfect couple they were , admired and adored by all. Cherrie couldn't risk breaking that, it was all she had. All she had come to know.

Because she had never had a promise of absolute before , a steadiness that guaranteed calmness and no drama . A future of white and little hands and chubby cheeks , of a husband and a perfect home.

The perfect life that she knew Charles could give her. One that he promised her , always .

And she loved Charles , she did. She had followed him around to as many races as she could , even though he never had time to be at her concerts or her award shows, she made sure that she was there for his. Because he was so good to her , so sweet and perfect. He didn't deserve anything less than her loyalty and devotion.

And she had never hesitated before , never doubted what they had. Not until now.

But she couldn't  do that to him, or to herself . With Charles , her life was set in stone and what woman didn't want the big house and the French wedding and all the family and friends , the babies and the calmness and stability?

No. No. Her future was in her hands and she wasn't going to let some mouthy, over confident , stubborn hockey player change that.

Auston Matthews would leave her alone eventually , he would grow bored of chasing her around. His silly little infatuation on her would fade, she told herself firmly . It had to.

And she told herself that over and over again until she maybe started to believe it. And then she got called to sing at the all star games , and Auston was there. Because of cause he was , he was captain and he was waiting for her as soon as she stepped through the doors of the building.

Sometimes she wondered if he had a tracker on her because whenever she arrived , he was always there. At this point , she was surprised he hadn't shown up at her door in Monaco yet . It seemed like something he would do.

"Auston." She sighed out tiredly when she saw him, looking him up and down. Dressed in a knitted jumper and ripped jeans, a beanie on his head . He was the picture  of cosy.

And her clothes suddenly felt to tight and uncomfortable, hating that her stylist had put her in the tightest jeans possible and the tightest shirt she owned tugging at her chest, her long hair reaching her hips . She wished that she could put on a cosy jumper and just go to sleep, Jetlag was a bitch.

He smiled down at her , towering over her always . He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked into her honey eyes , swearing that there wasn't a woman more beautiful in the world than Cherrie .

"Hey baby. You tired?" He guessed easily as he looked at her slouched shoulders and yawning mouth , a fond smile tugging at his lips .

He reached over and took her sparkly bag from her , hooking it over his arm instead.

She couldn't help but giggle a little at the sight of him with her glittery bag tucked under his arm , and she would blame the tiredness for the way she let him put his arm over  her shoulder and lead her along . For the way she leaned into his side and quietly inhaled his cologne , the same one that she had bought him for Christmas last year .

"Yes. Sometimes I think it would be easier to just get a place here." She mumbled without thinking of how Auston would take that comment . "Plus I miss Lucy when I'm back in Monaco . Maybe.." she trailed off yawning again.

Auston smiled to himself , squeezing her shoulder gently as he led her to the locker room that was empty . None of the other players arriving yet.

"I could always use a roommate baby." He slyly said , smirking down at her when she glared lazily up at him for his comment .

She just rolled her eyes at him , mostly amused at how he just couldn't help himself around her . "In your dreams matthews. You'd be a terrible roommate anyways." She replied , slapping his hand away when she felt it dip a little too low in her back.

He chuckled and let her step away , crossing the locker room door behind them. Placing her sparkly bag on the hook near his jersey and name , he gently pushed her down onto the bench so she could rest her feet .

Looking down at the matching sparkly heels on her feet , he rose a brow judgmentally . "Why are you wearing these killers?" He knelt down in front of her and begin to unhook the little straps .

Cherrie could only watch in surprise , feet aching too much to keep them on anyways , as he tugged her heels off.

"Cause they're pretty." She simply told him "and they match my bag." She added as though he hasn't already noticed . He noticed everything she did , said and wore .

Auston nodded his head in agreement as he pulled the other one off before standing up to reach into his training bag. Pulling out a pair of familiar trainers  , Cherrie could only watch in disbelief as he started putting her sketchers on her feet instead.

"What the fuck?" She voiced her shock making him glance up at her in question "why do you have my trainers? Why are they in your bag right now?" She wondered , perplexed .

Auston just shrugged like it was no big deal "you left them here last time you came,  so I put them in my bag cause I knew you would turn up in pretty heels and that your feet would be hurting you. Good job I did huh?" He grinned up at her smugly as he tied the laces for her into bunny bows .

Cherrie was Speechless at his thoughtful thinking . Remembering the way Charles had told her it was her fault for wearing heels the last time they had went out and she complained about her feet hurting, he had told her to suck it up and that beauty was pain anyways.

At the thought of her boyfriend , she cleared her throat  and quickly stood up as soon as Auston was finished tying her shoes for her . Putting some space between them , she tucked her hair behind her eyes nervously .

She shouldn't be in here alone with him, she thought to herself in slight panic . If anyone found out ...

"Er-merci." She mumbled to Auston instead . Leaning against the wall behind her as she watched him look right back at her , a small smile on his face .

"Don't worry about it baby. Glad to help." He simply replied, waving off her thanks like he always did.

Then he looked at her hair and tilted his head a little "did you get highlights while you were away? Looks a little lighter . And more .." he made a chopping motion near his jaw motioning to the layers she had cut in there "it frames your face prettily." He compliments her easily .

Cherrie felt her cheeks flush. She had gotten highlights and a little cut. Charles hasn't even noticed.

But Auston had.

"Yeah .." she ran her fingers through her hair consciously "I got some layers as well to give it more volume . Do you like it?" She cursed herself mentally as soon as the little girlish question for validation had slipped out.

But Auston didn't even blink. He simply nodded his head and reached over to pick up a piece of her hair , admiring it closely .

"I do. It suites you. Makes you look somehow even more beautiful." He breathed out, his eyes flickering up to meet hers. He looked between her eyes like he was searching for something and when she swallowed , his smile slipped into a soft smirk.

"You like the lil 'tache?" He questioned her back, wiggling his lips to show off his moustache to her.

Cherrie let out a startled laugh at the sudden questions , gaze slipping down to his lips? Her throat feeling dry.

"Yeah." Her voice was nothing more than a whisper as she looked back up to his hooded eyes set on her , she exhaled shakily "cosplaying Luigi aus?"she teased him lightly .

He just breathed out a quite laugh "you like Luigi?"

She nodded barely "yeah. I always play him." She murmured.

His smile crooked "then yeah. I'm cosplaying him baby."

There was a tension filled silence filling the room as they just stared at each other , and Cherrie felt all those complicated emotions filling the gaps of her Ribcage till they beat down on her chest as a violent reminder that she shouldn't be doing this.

She shouldn't be entertaining him like this, she shouldn't be stood so close and letting him so near.

She knew what he wanted . He had never tried to hide it.

But she had ...she had a boyfriend . Charles .

She inhaled sharply and Auston chose that moment to break the silence , not moving even an inch away.

His hands coming up to press against the wall above her head , boxing her between his body and the wall behind her . She swallowed .

"I missed you. Why didn't you pick up my call on Saturday?" He asked her quietly already knowing the answer but wanting hear it anyway. It almost felt like he was taunting her.

Cherries jaw ticked as she answered him shortly "I was with my boyfriend Auston. I don't have time for you." And maybe that was cruel and mean.

But so was the little laugh he gave her too. His eyes sharpening into her own with familiarity . Her chest buzzed .

"Oh yeah? And what were you doing with Charlie boy hmmm?" He ducked his head to stare at her , his expression taunting "did I interrupt some awful fuck? You should be thankful really." He said.

Cherrie glared up at him , half enraged and half embarrassed.

"Shut up! You don't get to speak like that to me Auston." She warned him sternly .

He just rose a brow mockingly "oh yeah?" He let out a breathy laugh  "then why do you let me then hmm? Why not push me away?"

And he was right . She hated that he was right. Because she could have pushed him away and he would have let her . She didn't have to follow into this room and banter with him like this, she didn't have to do anything .

But she wanted to. And she hated herself for it.

"You need to stop Auston." She weakly resorted hands resting on his chest as though she was going to push him away. "I have a boyfriend and I love him." She said it more as a reminder to herself.

Auston knew that and he just laughed lowly "sometimes I find it hard to believe you ya know? When we're like this. Why do you have to remind yourself that you do? I'm not forcing you to be here." he reminded her as well.

"I know.." she whispered , lip trembling as she clenched her fingers around his sweatered chest.

"I'm going to leave." She promised him, herself , Charles . She didn't fucking know anymore .

All she could see was the warmth in Austons eyes and the freckles on his nose as he gently nudged it against her own.

"But you'll always come back." He replied then he kissed her.

And the guilt wasn't heavy enough In her chest to stop her from kissing him back , it didn't stop her from wrapping her arms around his neck and letting him hoist her legs around his waist as he pressed her back against the wall.

And all thoughts of Charles were forced from her mind as Auston snaked his tongue into her mouth , his pelvis pressed up against hers as she moaned against his mouth. Tasting the roof his mouth and the soft sponge of his tongue , she bit down on his bottom lip with her teeth and pulled it not so gently till he was groaning too.

"Fuck baby.." he muttered as he pulled his mouth away, his eyes dark and promising as he pressed kisses down her neck instead . Sucking at the sweet spot below her jaw , she whimpered and fisted his hair tightly between her fingers.

"Don't leave any marks." She pleaded , making him chuckle against the soft skin of her neck. Her body shivering as she reached down to unbuckle his jeans , his fingers fumbling for her button too.

Auston kept presses kisses over her face , her brow , her nose and mouth as he worked her jeans down her hips . His fingers easily slipping between her lips and feeling the wet heat he had caused so easily .

"All for me baby?" He smugly murmured into her before roughly spinning her body around until she was facing the wall, her arms as spread as her legs were . Head bowed down and eyes squeeze shut in excitement , lust and guilt. A lethal mix.

"God you're so damn beautiful baby." He almost whimpered himself as he slid his finger through her folds , gathering the slickness over her fluttering hole .

Cherrie could only moan as she felt his ring finger slip through her pussy with ease, fucking her with it quickly and hard .

Her hands shaking against the wall as she felt his other hand quickly find her clit, rubbing hard circles till her knees were buckling , his body keeping her upright .

"I dream of you ya know? When you're gone. I think of your big fucking eyes and that sweet mouth of yours .." he breathed out heavily pulling away his fingers only to rub his cockhead up against her pussy instead ."shit." He gritted out clenching her hips in his hand as he slid right home .

Cherrie let out a soft cry trying to keep quite as he fucked himself  into her , not giving her a moment to adjust before he was pounding into her like a man starved for warmth. His hips snapping back against hers as he grunted against her neck, kissing her shoulder and her ear , over her jaw till she was a moaning , crying mess .

"juste comme ça(just like that)" she babbled out tears filling her eyes as she felt him in her stomach

"Auston!" She cried out.

Auston let out a deep moan at his name in her mouth , "ah shit baby!" He grunted out "fuck! No one can fuck you like I can , can they huh?" He taunted.

She felt tears leaving her eyes from the pleasure as he fucked her like she was some dirty slut he had picked up at a bar for the night .

"No! Nooo! Just you baby , just you!" She babbled out , a mess as she reached back to clutch at his hair, keeping his head tucked into her neck as he mouthed at her tender skin , tongue tracing his name till she was quivering .

"Yeah? Not even Charles?" Hearing his name made her clench around him and he gritted out a taunting chuckle.

"shit. You're such a dirty girl Cher, what would Charlie think if he saw you like this hmm? Clenching around my cock as you whispered my name?" He pounded into her even harder "you think he'd be happy?" He laughed "cause I certainly am."

"Fuck you!" She managed to grit out between breaths. The pleasure overweighting the guilt as she felt the cord tightening in her stomach .

"You are baby. And you will again and again. God I -" he couldn't even finish his sentence and maybe that was for the best, before she was coming around his cock . Auston following right behind her .

Lazily fucking them through the haze , he held her back to his chest as they caught their breath back.

Reaching down to place a soft kiss on her cheek, he gently pulled out with a hiss. Then pulled up her panties and her jeans and his own too just as noises filled the hallway.

Nearly making them jump out of their skin as the locker room door burst open, Mitch's excited face filling the door only to fall slightly at the sight of them.

And Auston was sure they made quite the pair . Clothes askew , hair a mess and sweaty with the smell of sex filling the room. But he couldn't bring himself to care , too busy grinning smugly at a now pale Cherrie as she quickly scurried over to get her bag . Leaving her heels there.

"Guys?" Mitch hesitantly spoke up, eyeing the both of them in shock.

His eyes flickering to Auston in shock , "everything alright?" He awkwardly asked.

Cherrie just coughed and plastered a smile onto her trembling lips , unable to look at either of them now.

"Everything's fine. Just Auston winding me up as usual." She breathed out not sparing him a glance before she was pushing past Auston to get out the room, heart pounding in her chest as the realisation of what she had done came crashing down on her.

"I've gotta go-"

Auston just kept smiling  "see you later baby!"

"Get wrecked Auston!" She called back angrily over her shoulder before disappearing completely.

Leaving Mitch looking at him in disbelief "please tell me you didn't Auston.." he sighed loudly In worry.

Auston just laughed "okay then I didn't."

She didn't answer the phone that night. Auston couldn't really blame her .

The worst thing was that Cherrie had guilty hoped that it would never happen again. That it would just be a one off mistake , a secret that she's take down to the grave with her. But she should have known better than to believe that Auston Matthews would ever change his mind about her .

But it still didn't change the way her stomach dropped right down to her ass when a month later , at the Monaco Grand Prix , there was Auston Matthews and Mitch and Lucy stood there with Charles . All of them taking like they were the best of friends.

Cherrie wanted to be sick as she saw the way Auston was casually chatting to her boyfriend like he hadn't completely wrecked her entire relationship last month , not that her poor boyfriend knew but still. What the hell was he playing at?

Before she could turn around and make a quick escape , Charles was quick to spot her and wave her over with a fond smile on his face .

"Ah mon amour! Look who came to see you! Are you surprised?" Charles beamed at her as he pulled her into his side , gazing at her expectantly . Excitement on his face as he motioned her to her best friend , Mitch and Auston happily .

She loosely hugged his waist and avoided Auston gaze , heart pounding in her chest . "Did you- did you do this?" She practically squeaked out .

Charles beamed proudly at her "yes! Are you happy?" He asked her pleased with himself for surprising her . She sure looked surprised to him, wide eyed and flushed cheeked .

She swallowed thickly , guilt quickly consuming her again  .

"So happy ." She muttered plastering a smile onto her face for him. "Thank you." She pressed a quick kiss to his lips and practically felt Austin's eyes burning through her skull.

She shuddered.

Then she took a deep breath and faced the three of them with a smile . Quickly hugging her best friend tightly "I've missed you so much Luce!" She kissed her cheeks brightly , the two girls beaming at other.

Lucy grinned at her happily "thank Auston and Charles really! Auston contacted Charles with the idea of us to surprise you!" She let her know obviously.

But this new information made Cherrie look at Auston with a sternness in her eyes , finally making contact with his smug smirk and knowing eyes.

She gritted her teeth and said through a forced smile "did he? How sweet." She wanted to kill him for knowingly putting her in this position .

Auston took it with ease , even going as far as slapping Charles shoulder like a good friend . Her boyfriend smiling  at him politely like the good guy he was .

She felt sick. Actually sick.

"Just thought it would be nice for us all to catch up! Plus you talk so much about this Charles , thought it was time that I met him!" Auston squinted his eyes at her challengingly and Cherrie knew that this was her punishment for ignoring his texts all month.

But what did he expect her to do? Act like nothing had happened? To just ditch Charles for him? The guilt was making her feel physically Ill.

She was not a cheater . But she - she was , wasn't she?

She had cheated on her sweet boyfriend with a loud mouth hockey player who was so certain that he was the one for her . What the actual fuck has she done?

She took a deep breath and looked at Charles helplessly . He took it as her being speechless with happiness .

Charles grinned at Auston pleasantly "well it's nice to meet you. How are you finding Monaco?" He asked him politely .

But Auston was looking straight at her when he replied "beautiful, so beautiful in fact that I could see myself falling in love with it."

She choked on her breath and Charles turned to her with surprise , patting her back with a amused laugh.

"You good?" He grinned at her pressing a kiss to her cheek and Cherrie wanted to kill herself. "Maybe you should go get a drink. The heat is pretty strong."

But Cherrie could see the way Mitch was looking between her and Auston with a crease in his brow , suspicion clearly written across his usually happy face.

She looked at her boyfriend with a smile just as his assistant came to tell him to get his helmet on and get in the damn car .

He smiled down at her and motioned down the hallway .

"go rest in my room. I'll see you later yeah?" He kissed her quickly before leaving , winking at her over his shoulder .

As soon as she could , Cherrie was making an excuse to head down to Charles room while the others watched the race . And she became keenly aware of the footsteps following closely behind , attempting to slam the door on him but Auston just laughed loudly .

Pushing his way through in amusement "can't get rid of me that easily baby." He told her with a smile as he locked the door behind them.

But Cherrie was seething with guilt and anxiety "what is wrong with you?!" She demanded to know as she chucked a throw pillow at him in anger.

He dodged it with ease.

He snorted "what? I was just doing a nice thing . Thought you'd be happy." He replied knowing for a fact that she would not be. But he had to see her. He missed her.

Cherrie glared at him in disbelief "happy? You're torturing me! Playing nicey nice with my boyfriend like that! I could kill you!" She quietly screamed at him so nobody could overhear. Everyone too busy watching the race anyways , just like she should be.

Auston sighed and crossed the room to her , standing just close enough to touch. "What did you want me to do? Be rude! Ignore him? Come right out and say 'I fucked-"

"Shut up!" She cut him off quickly . Slapping his shoulder hard in anger .

"Why are you torturing me like this?" She wanted to cry. Wanted the guilt to go away, wanted the sick wanting for him to go away too.

It would be so much easier if she just hates him but she didn't , couldn't . No matter how much she tried.

Austin's face softened as he saw just how upset she was . He gently cupped her face in his hand and let out a guilty sigh .

"I'm sorry baby. I just wanted to see you." He admitted to her quietly "I missed you."

"This is wrong Auston." She whispered to him with a sniff . Looking into his eyes and just wishing it could be easy. And she only had herself to blame.

He nodded in agreement "I know it is and I'm sorry but-" he chewed at his lip in frustration "every time I close my eyes I see you Cherrie . When I'm at practice I listen to your songs and I pretend it's me you're singing too. And I -" he exhaled long and hard "and I know it's not right but I can't help how I feel. And the worst part is I know that you feel it too.."

The tears were clouding her eyes now and she shook her head at him in frustration , chest feeling tight.

"I can't Auston okay? I can't do that to him-"

"You already have Cherrie!" He raised his voice at her slightly , heart pounding in his chest . "Can't you see? You're driving me fucking crazy!"

She scoffed and pushed at his chest "oh yeah? And you're just making me feel like a fucking care bear are you?!" She snapped back at him.

He rolled his eyes . Then he surged forward  , cupped her cheeks and kissed her hard.

And she , she kissed him back. Because of course she did.

And when they were done and they were cuddled on the couch back in their clothes , Auston asked her quietly

"Would you ever write a song about me?" Looking at her gently .

And damned the guilt . Damned the anger and the reservations and the worry and the world.

"I would." She whispered to him already picturing a thousand words to the beat of his pounding heart beneath her ear .

She could write a whole album about him and the title would be 'conflict of the heart .'

They were all invited back to the after party and Cherrie couldn't tear herself from Auston's side . The guilt easily eased with a bottle of champagne , she took a large sip and passed the bottle to Auston. The lipstick covered tip pressing against his lips as he took a gulp and hooked his arm around her shoulders lazily .

"I can see why you like Monaco." He said down to her honestly . Looking out of the large floor to ceiling window of Charles apartment , at the beautiful night view.

Cherrie looked up at him with a small smile "it's nice isn't it?" She replied . Taking a bother sip from the bottle as they passed it back and forth.

Auston hummed , chewing on his cheek as he hesitated before saying "but it's not Toronto is it?" In what felt like a statement but came out as more of an insecure question instead .

And Cherrie knew what he was asking.  And she was drunk enough to push aside the guilt and sigh in agreement "yeah. It's not Toronto. It's too different worlds. One is beautiful and sweet and easy to navigate and the other is ...the other is rugged around the edges , big and ..and scary." She muttered while swallowing .

He looked down at her with a slight frown "scary?" I'm scary? Is what he didn't say.

She nodded slightly , no longer looking at him.

"Yeah , terrifying really.  especially when you've only been used to Monaco. Toronto can be ..can be intimidating ya know? It's a lot different and a lot less ..secure." She admitted to him lowly .

"And that's what you want? Security?" His question was quiet as though he was finally understanding where her worries lied.

Charles was secure for her. He wasn't . He swallowed.

"Yeah." She nodded her head gently "what girl doesn't?"

It was quite for a moment before Auston finally found the courage to speak up again. "But you like it right? You -" he exhaled long and hard "you like Toronto? Think it's fun and something yeah?"

She let out a laugh "yeah it's something alright , pretty cool sometimes I guess." She said.

"You could get used to it?"

"Maybe."

And they both missed the way pierre was watching them closely , a frown on his face as he watched the way Auston smiled down at her . His arm never leaving her shoulder as they whispered between each other , as though the rest of the party didn't exist to them.

Pierre finally caught up to her when she was about to leave with Auston back to his hotel , making the excuse that he was drunk and wanted to make sure he got back safely . Everyone bought it but Pierre.

"What are you doing Cherrie?" He asked her quietly while Auston called them a cab.

She swallowed in surprise , looking at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean? I'm just helping aus back to his hotel." She responded quickly.

Pierre shook his head at her in disappointment and her stomach felt heavy. "That's not what your doing , I saw the way he was looking at you. What's going on?" He demanded to know. Charles was his best friend after all, he didn't want him getting hurt .

"Nothing is going on pierre! Don't be silly." She let out a strained laugh and took a step away from him, the guilt hitting her full force now. The haze that she got from Auston finally lifting as she faced reality that maybe she wasn't as subtle as she thought she was.

Auston was already looking at them and Cherrie took a step towards him , wanting to leave . Pierre saw the way they gravitated towards each other and shook his head in disbelief .

"He loves you Cherrie." Was all he told her with a serious look on his face "he'll give you forever." It was a sickly reminder at what she was going to lose if she wasn't careful.

Her voice trembled as she relied "and I love him." But this time she wasn't sure just who she was talking about .

She turned away before he could say anything else and pushed Auston into the cab, shaking her head at him when he opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't Auston . Just don't." It was a quite ride back to the hotel.

But she lets him kiss her when they get to his room, let's him take her clothes off gently and lets his kisses turn soft and his movements slow and he fucked her gently and slowly , like he was trying to prove something to her .

And she came with tears in her eyes and droplets of salt on her chest as Auston bowed his head and sniffled as though he knew .

Wrapping the cover around her naked , trembling body she watched as Auston sat at the edge of the bed, quite and back tense . A tension filling the room despite what they had just done.

She knew she had to be the one to break it this time. Pierre's words echoing in her head as guilt finally hit home.

"He loves me Auston ." She told him quietly , voice trembling with fear almost . So many emotions hitting her at once.

And Auston just let out a sad laugh , turning his head to look at her over his shoulder . "And what about what you want baby? What about that?" He responded firmly .

But Cherrie just stubbornly  shook her head "I do love him."

He scoffed incredulously "really? Cause I don't think you do baby. I think you love the idea of him and the life that he can give you. The stability of Charles is what you love." He told her meaning it. Knowing it was true .

But it only angered her "and you know everything  about me do you? You think you know me?!" Her voice rose as panic and anxiety , guilt and shame and pain crept up on her .

Auston let out another weak laugh "yeah, I think I do! And I think you're scared to admit that what you want isn't what you thought you wanted after all."

She let out a mean Scoff  "and what? You think I want you?" It was supposed to be cruel , but instead it just come out as a weak whisper .

And Auston nodded his head softly "I do. Because I want you too. And I -" he swallowed around the ball rising in his throat as he got to his feet and put his clothes back on.

"I understand why you're scared. I am too-"

She let out a slightly crazed sound from her lips , staring up at him with wide tearful eyes "you're scared? What do you have to lose?! If I lose Charles I lose everything  Auston! I lose love, I lose friends and my future-"

"But you'll have me! You'll have our friends and our future-"

"You don't know that-"

"I do Cherrie! I fucking do because I love you!" He screamed at her and the room fell silent . And Auston could only let out a weak , Pathetic laugh when she just looked at him, crying silently on the bed .

"Ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?" He tried to joke.

But Cherrie quickly shook her head in panic "you don't love me Auston -you wouldn't want me forever-"

He let out a Frustrated groan at her refusal to admit what he already knew .

"yes I fucking do! If I could marry you right now just to prove my love for you I would Cherrie! But you won't let me. Because you're scared!" He shouted down to her .

On the verge of tears himself  because he could feel what was coming , and his bag had never been unpacked because he knew there was only two ways this trip could end .

She was sobbing now , staring up at him with wide eyes full of tears . Heart breaking in her chest.

"He's depending on me Auston! I promised him!" She cried.

He shook his head angrily at her "you already broke that promise months ago Cherrie ." He looked at her pleadingly

"Tell me to stay baby, please." His voice cracked.

Silence "please baby. I need you."

The silence was painful and Auston swallowed hard and backed away towards where his bag was packed near the door.

"I'm sorry." She whispered to him brokenly .

Auston could only shake his head in pain. Unable to look at her anymore , his heart breaking in his chest .

He left.

She didn't ask him to stay.

But she wanted him to.

And it should have been easy , it should have been simply to put the past behind her. To move on and focus on what she had. But life was never that fucking easy.

Because a few weeks later Cherrie found herself staring down at a positive pregnancy test while Charles made them dinner .

16 week it read . And she knew , of course she fucking did.

Because 16 weeks ago Charles had been away for two months racing, it couldn't be his. Plus they always used protection.

But she and Auston didn't . Turns out the first time really did stick both physically and emotionally it seemed.

She was crying silently when she FaceTimed Lucy , her best friend in shock as she silently showed her the test. Hiccuping and trying to keep quite so Charles wouldn't hear her panic.

"No fucking way. Are we happy? Are we sad?" Lucy doesn't know what to say as she looked at her best friend silently sobbing with heartbreak written across her face .

She tried to wave off Mitch who was listening in from the couch as soon as he heard her say cherries name .

He knew all about what had happened be tween her and Auston , having been the one who comforted him when he arrived back home in tears admitting to him what had happened .

"God , not happy then." Lucy realised with a wince "are you okay? Do you need me to fly out?"

Cherrie whimpered "I fucked up so bad." She cried.

Lucy tried to make her feel better "I know it's scary but a baby could be a good thing-"

"No." She sniffled and shook her head "not the baby. It's - " because she could tell her that it wasn't Charles , Mitch had shot up from the couch with a loud gasp.

"Baby?!" He exclaimed in shock as he looked at the phone , straight at a wide eyed crying Cherrie.

"You're pregnant?!" His stomach dropped.

Cherrie avoided the camera "Mitch please-"

"Is it his Cherrie?" For the first time in a long time Mitch's voice was hard as he asked her. "Is it Auston's?"

Lucy gasped and almost collapsed in shock looking between the two ,  speechless at what she was hearing  .

And Cherrie could only cry harder . He got his answer and Mitch hung up the phone .

After that terrible phone call , she tried to pretend that everything was okay. She wiped away her tears , hid the test and ate dinner with Charles like everything was okay when it definitely was not.

And she should have known that it couldn't be easy because not even a couple of hours later , there was banging at her front door.

Charles looked over at her curiously "you expecting someone?" He asked her already walking over to the door to answer .

Cherrie could only freeze , heart in her mouth as he swung open the door. Having a feeling she already knew who was behind it.

And she was right . Because there was a panting Auston shoving past her boyfriend , looking at her with hope and fear and so many fucking emotions , ignoring Charles loud 'what the fuck?'

He only looked at Cherrie. "Is it true?" He wanted to know. And despite the excitement , the fear and hope on his face . His voice was calm. Too calm.

She swallowed . Eyes darting over to her confused boyfriend looking between them warily .

"What's going on? Why is he here?" He asked her concerned .  His stomach dropping as he recalled something pierre had told him a few weeks ago.

'Auston and Cherrie ..they're close aren't they?' He had said to him. And Charles had just obliviously agreed. 'You should be careful mate , he has a look in his eyes when he sees her .' But he had ignored it, marking him off as delusional .

But now. Now he wasn't so sure. Because his

Girlfriend look terrified and Auston looked , well , he was looking at her with a certain look in his eye just like Pierre had said.

Auston still didn't look away from Cherrie as he spoke calmly "yeah Cherrie , why don't you tell him why I'm here?"

Cherie felt like she was going to pass out "Charles-" she looked at him pleadingly and he felt sick.

He quickly shook his head glaring at her "no. I'm not leaving , tell me what the fuck is going on?!" He shouted at them in panic .

Silence . Horrible , tense, sickly silence and then

"I'm so sorry Charles.."

"No.." he breathed out hands coming up to clutch at his face "no. No. No. 'No ..."

Auston finally looked at him and feels a pinch of guilt hit him as he watched the drivers heart break.

He swallowed "look man- I'm sorry but-"

"No!" Charles laughed manically , looking at him with wide eyes . Looking between the both of them "there's no way! No. I don't believe it!" He denied tears in his eyes.

Cherrie was close to crying, Auston frowned.

"You want to me to kiss her in front of you then to prove it?" It slipped out before he could stop himself.

Cherrie looked at him in disbelief "Auston!" She hissed at him angrily.

Charles heaved a breath , crying. "Cherrie?" His voice cracked as he looked at her pleadingly and she had never felt like a worse human being than then.

He didn't deserve any of this. She hated herself for it but she couldn't change the past now. It was too late, Auston was right, she had already broke her promise to him.

The least she could do was admit what she had done.

"I'm sorry Charles I never meant for it to happen." She told him sniffling , meaning it. She never saw it coming and she'd never be the same.

"I loved you." Was all he choked out before spinning to face Auston , gritting his teeth angrily "and you! You made me fly you out to surprise my girlfriend just so you could fuck her right under my nose?!"

Auston winced In guilt "look man-"

Cherrie let out a short scream of shock as she watches her usually sweet , non violent boyfriend punch Auston straight in his nose . Auston barely moving but taking the hit , hissing a little as blood dripped down his nose.

"Okay." He nodded as he wiped away the blood there , tongue in cheek "I deserved that." He didn't get to say anything else before Charles was gone .

Leaving him with a crying and furious Cherrie looking at him like she might hit him as well.

"What are you doing here?" She sniffled.

He gave her a look, let her grab a cloth and wipe away the blood from his face .

He swallowed "you know why I'm here. Is it true? Are you pregnant?" He wanted to know.

Cherrie just sighed tearfully and nodded her head in defeat . "Yeah it's true . Sixteen weeks." She murmured to him as she cleaned his nose.

He exhaled shakily "first time stuck?"

"Stuck like a nasty hockey player who wouldn't leave me alone." She muttered sniffling.

He smiled a little at that. Then he cleared his throat and took her hands in his , making her look at him.

His own eyes filled with tears as he realised that his life was going to change , just like he had wanted it too.

And yeah, he was scared shitless . I mean a baby? He had thought he'd have one in at least a couple years time. But he couldn't bring himself  to be upset about it.

I mean it was going to be his and cherries baby and what a hell of a story that would be.

And despite it all, he was happy . Because he was getting his chance.

"I'm sorry it happened this way baby." He told her honestly wishing it could have been simpler , but life was never easy. "But it's us yeah? Don't think there's such a thing as a simple between us."

She laughed a little at that. Squeezing his hands gently . "Yeah. I suppose. And a baby.."

"And a baby." He confirmed with a grin stroking her hair away from her tearful face , he nudged his sore nose with hers gently .

"I meant every word I said ya know? I love you. You drive me fucking crazy and I want to stay." His eyes looked between hers hopefully .

"will you let me stay? Please? I promise you won't regret it. Won't regret me." He pleaded.

And Cherrie just , she let go and she did what felt right  for once . She didn't worry about the future because the future was standing right in front of her promising her that he would stay if she let him.

And that was enough stability for her.

"Stay." She whispered to him softly and watch his whole body relax , a tearful laugh slipping from his lips as he pulled closer "stay with me. I want Toronto to be my home." She said. And she meant it.

"Still scared?"

"Terrified."

"Me too."

"Auston?" She spoke softly .

"Yeah?" He kissed her again. She smiled against his teeth.

"I love you." She promised . "Take me home?"

He smiled so bright she felt the light slip through the cracks and she smiled too.

"Always."

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[phlurrii]

I cannot sleep and I am curious about your take on this random conundrum I am faced with that I was wondering your take on because I love how you are able to depict dynamic movement and action in your art and animations.

So, I absolutely LOVE it when the typically cutesy being that is Mew is depicted as a feral godly beast and I am so utterly in love with Meau’s truly powerful design. An absolute apex predator. However, my brain is hung up on a frustrating detail. If they weren’t floating everywhere all the time how would they like… prowl? Or chase down something. They’ve got these nubby little arms and these looooong legs.

Like. I’m trying SO hard to imagine something that could anatomically work because as eery as floating can be there’s something satisfying about feeling in the weight of a creature through its gait. But all I can picture with their body shape is…hopping. Just a murderous psychic kangaroo cat god bounding towards something but like…It’s kind of silly? I’m sure irl that would probably be absolutely terrifying to see a kangaroo bouncing at you with malicious intent but… it’s hard to picture it as an intimidating movement.

The slow predatory prowl or the fast thumps of heavy clawed paws of something huge and large sharp teeth that quadrupeds have is so a satisfying in a heart racing way. I WANT a Mew or Mew-ish creature to be able to have that vibe while connected to the earth that but then I look at those LONG footers and nub paws and I…I’m left feeling like it’s not possible.

Even for Meau like…their arm to leg ratio…I don’t think it’s possible to run on all 4s. Naruto-run sure. Absolutely. All the mews and twos can Naruto run and kangaroo-hop with them leggies…but none of them move with the “tiger on the hunt in the forest” vibes. I want to make something close to that but I keep making something too permanently quadrupedal in anatomy.

Sorry for the tired brain rambling I just my brain won’t let me sleep because of it’s “How would Meau run down their prey on foot” thoughts sending me in a spiral.

You see- you see, I have the same. Exact, brain worms. Constantly.

When I made the Ancient mew, I wanted something feral, a physical threat. That happens to be psychically able to obliterate you as a side treat. In my earliest comics, I tried so hard to demonstrate she was a power house, so much so her mega evolution is entirely just… that. A massive, wall of steel. Meau tore those scientists limb from limb, literally, with her jaw. Even in mew form, she bitch slapped a nidoking with her tail and kangaroo kicked a persian. She could’ve just shadowballed them, sure, but I want that weight. That feral energy, that sense of an unstoppable force, meeting an immovable object, except it’s just one cat and they are about to flatten you.

As her design has clearly evolved, I’ve tried to make alterations that fit this feeling, that vibe of apex predator no matter the size. She’s larger then average because she’s a threat, she’s more muscular because she’s a threat, her tail is thicker, packed with said muscle because she’s a threat, her front paws are meaty and girthy because She’s. A. Threat. Her entire mega evolution is just amping up that primal energy of raw, unadulterated strength. That’s why I made it, it was my first freaking thought after I designed her XD

I was actually caught between animating a younger Meau acting like a mew or an current Meau acting like a threat. I went with younger Meau cuz we don’t see a lot of her and she’s about to come up with Noe’s arc. So if you sent me this lovely and viciously relatable brain dump 3 days ago, I probably would’ve swayed to animate feral meau XD

But, to answer your question, yes. She can absolutely hunt you down on all fours and disembowel you with her jaw, she is that untamed, wild concentration that kills with a sleek efficiency fellow gods fear. And! At the end of our current arc we’ll finally get that secondary typing reveal I’ve had planned since April XD

#ask #it felt #so #good to get an ask that brain dumps as hard as I do about this concept #you have no idea how liberating this was #I dropped everything and willed a doodle page into existence #tired of these thoughts just living in my head #let her be unhinged #puzzled zebra #meau #ancient mew #mew #pokemon #mew pokemon #the ancient mew #pokémon mew

[wisehearts]

let’s say byler is watching a movie at home and will is sitting on mike’s lap under the covers. the Party is there too. What does byler do (while being oh so discreet about it ofc 😋)?

sorry it took me a second to get to this!

😋🙊 well, picturing mike securing the best spot for them to cuddle on the couch behind the rest of the party...

I think it's obvious enough the trouble starts when will lifts off mike's lap to reach for the fresh popcorn bowl dustin's holding out to him to share with mike, not only because it accentuates will's ass and mike's eyes are glued to it, but because will settles back down and does a happy wiggle over the taste of the popcorn. that movement happens right on top of mike's dick and because he's so easy it just immediately turns him on

they're not even that far into the movie, if he's going to stay worked up mike has to wait, unless... he just has his arms wrapped loosely around will's waist, and there's a point where will stretches through a yawn and mike takes the opportunity to slide his hands under will's sleep shirt and splay his hands properly on will's stomach. will freezes when he feels mike's touch, and mike can feel his breathing hitch under his hands when mike traces them up his abdomen and over his chest.

will has to fight bucking in mike's grasp when his thumbs flick over his sensitive nipples, but mike only softly brushes over them, not properly playing, which is almost worse for will whose head drops back against mike's shoulder at the touch. The blanket is up to will's neck covering both of them so it's easy for mike to move his hands a little more discreetly

mike stops after a bit, kissing his shoulder as a way to say good job not showing your friends what your moans sound like, and they go back to watching the movie.

except will can't concentrate now, and he turns to pout at mike, and they kiss about it as quiet as they can. As subtly as he can will starts grinding on mike's lap every now and then as payback, he can feel mike's breath against his neck and his dick hardening

mike's hands are on will's hips and will feels mike's fingers curl around the band of his sleep pants, and very nearly gasps when mike slowly starts pulling them down. he stares straight ahead at the screen while mike pulls them over his curves and his bare ass is exposed, and will's heart is racing over how cheeky and risky he feels right now. mike readjusts himself but will doesn't think much of it until he sits back down on mike's lap expecting to feel mike's hard on through his sleep pants - and instead feels what is definitely mike's own exposed hard dick against his ass cheeks. will does gasp now and tries to hide it in a cough, and mike just rubs will's ass soothingly and gently spreads his cheeks apart enough so that when mike cants his hips, his dick slides between so teasingly. they're both biting their lips and trying to hide their grins while they enjoy the mutual teasing, staring at their friends in front of them watching the movie

the thing is, irl being discreet really doesn't always work so 😭 they're not getting away with it. max definitely notices the shifting of the blankets the whole time, but in true good fujoshi friend form, she just lets it happen. she does wonder what's really happening though, she would've guessed fingering. lucas on the other hand, I can see being the one to bring it up to mike when they're alone and say they were kinda obvious. not that he cares, it'd be funny if it were he and max that got caught, but he has to give mike shit for it 😝

#asks 🔮 #spicy byler #spicy byler hc #Why did this become a ficlet sorry sksks #mm #ls #dh #the party

[lilyrizzy]

dystopia au? 👀

Here you go mate, sorry it's not very fleshed out oops

cw: dystopia au so general misery and pain that comes with that, and use of irl an girlfriend as a character that does not reflect my irl opinions of them!

It’s been eight months since Max last saw Daniel.

When it’s been this long, nights on end of going to sleep thinking about him and waking up from dreaming about him, but never seeing him, he worries how much of Daniel is in his head and how much can possibly be true.

On his worst days, he’ll wonder if he’s real at all, if he’s not some figment of Max’s overactive imagination, something created in desperation of a life barely worth living.

It’s happened before; drivers going mad.

It helps when he wedges his fingers down the side of his mattress and gets to run his fingertips across the worn and yellowed edge of the only picture he has of Daniel. To just feel it there. Taking it out is something that he does less, it hurts to see the blinding white of his teeth, shark-like and bared at the camera in a grin. Torn from an old Red Bull Racing programme, it’s not a real photograph. Not like one Max would take himself on a camera that nobody else would get to see.

Then always, the doubt will linger, because in the crowded rooms full of watchful eyes, it goes like-

“Hey good lookin’,” Daniel drawls with a smirk and something in his eye that Max knows better than to believe, but is exactly what Daniel is kept around for.

Max nods, and Daniel’s eyes bounce away from him, to Kelly, and then to the rest of the party. Kelly tugs him away before Max has a chance to say anything back. Not that he could, mouth bound shut. Not that he would know how to open it even without the muzzle, and not let something of the truth slip out. All the things he’d spent the last two hundred or more endless days imagining saying to Daniel.

Like, I missed you.

Max knows he doesn’t look good because that’s what Kelly's father wanted this time. For him to look skinnier at the start of the season, for his eyes to look sunken in. For it to look as though she has complete control over him, has ‘tamed,’ him, because the leash around his fucking neck is not enough. He’d heard the gasp when they first entered the room, when she paraded him right through the center of it.

They circle the party so that enough people see them together, another part of the show. The car Max will drive this season, which Daniel might get to drive a handful of times if he’s lucky, is spinning on a podium, lights beaming down so harshly that they make the paintwork glitter. It used to excite Max, when he had nothing else he cared about. Fingers itching to touch the body of it, one front wing enough to feed his family for a year if sold in the right place, not that it mattered once he’d made it. It was part of the deal of being a driver, that your family ate well.

Now, looking at it makes him tired.

He tries to both catch Daniel’s eye desperately, and to not look at him at all in varying intervals. Every time their eyes do meet, Daniel’s slide away as though there is nothing to see where Max stands, and Max tries to tell himself that it’s okay. That it is just because Daniel is just as good as playing the game as the FIA is. It’s always been Max who never got the rules.

You’re too fucking sweet, Daniel had panted over him once, holding Max’s hands down against the bed, above his head. Like it was a bad thing, dangerous. Something that might mean Max could hurt Daniel where not many people can anymore.

They make Max go on stage, and Kelly makes them let her lead him up there, too. He says some words about how grateful he is for the opportunity to drive for the FIA, that he hopes they can win another year to bring honour to Red Bull Racing, and when he looks for Daniel in the crowd, he can’t see him anywhere.

-

Alone, it goes like-

“Hey Maxy,” Daniel says, voice hardly above a whisper but so gentle that all of Max’s doubts gush from him, water rushing back from the shore into the sea.

He opens his arms as soon as the door to his compartment is shut behind Max, and stepping into them is like a blissful lobotomy, everything outside of the room wiped from memory.

For these stolen moments there is just the two of them, their touch moulding each other new again.

“Checo, I do not think he will be driving so well,” Max says later, sweat cooling on his back where he lies against Daniel’s chest. Ear pressed against it so he can hear the thump of his heart, slowing now they’re no longer desperately moving against one another.

It feels a little cruel to wish for that, Checo out, when they all know what happens when you leave the FIA for good. He isn’t Daniel, nobody will paying him for his time and keeping him around.

But Daniel only hums, fingertips tracing over Max’s back. Years ago, when they first started this, Max would concentrate in silence and try to work out if they were letters, a secret message. Now they just feel like random patterns.

“If he did, you could be back in the car all the time,” Max tries again, but still nothing. “This would be better, do you not think, if you could-“

“Maxy, baby, let’s- Let’s not, okay?” Daniel interrupts, sounding drained.

“But- But Daniel, then they wouldn’t-“

The FIA would still let people hire Daniel, if they wanted, but there’d be less hurt. It’s too hard to drive a car and perform well with broken ribs, with bruises on your tailbone. With- With worse.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to think about racing,” Daniel sighs, and then he’s untangling himself from Max to sit upright, legs kicking round to dangle off the bed. For a moment, Max’s heart stops and he thinks desperately, please don’t go, we still have until morning, but then he sees that Daniel is just lighting a cigarette.

Then he’s getting back in beside Max, pulling him back close.

“I don’t want to think about racing,” he repeats, like he thinks Max will risk their time together fighting him on this.

“Well what do you want to talk about?” Max asks instead, looking up and watching Daniel inhale smoke through his lungs, then exhale it from his nostrils, plumes of it billowing from them like he is a dragon who could breathe fire.

Closing his eyes, Daniel sinks further into the pillows.

“Australia,” he says, and Max smiles.

This is a game Max knows how to play.

“I am almost done fixing the fence in the sheep’s pen,” he begins, tracing his own patterns on the skin of Daniel’s chest, connecting the bruises to mak constellations of pain. “I think I will just need your help to lift the gate back onto it’s hinges tomorrow morning.”

Daniel hums again, then says, “okay Maxy, but after I want to go to the beach. Think you’ll have time to make us some food to take down there, if we pack the blanket?”

Max nods, face pressed so close to Daniel’s chest his lips catch on his skin as he speaks.

“For you, I can make the time,” he promises, like it’s not one thing on a list of many that they never have enough of.

#dystopia au #i realise i would need to explain a lot of this for it to make sense opps #feel free to ask me wtf is going on and ill try to explain lmao #max/daniel #fic #thanks kate!!!:) #also if ive posted this before someone pls tell me 🤨🤨🤨 i cant rememebr

[thylacines-toybox]

i love love love love the chimera character in your icon!! did you make them? if you did, do youve detail pics and/or wip pictures? i really want to make / modify a sensory plush for myself so i love the addition of things like the teether tail and would love to see all the little beastie's features and learn more about them if youre ok with sharing!! and in general, do you ever post WIPs or tips abt sewing?? thanks for your time and sharing your amazing work with us!

First off, yes I do have a few bits and pieces of sewing advice in my plushie advice tag! There could always be more, though…

I’m glad you enjoy my chimera, I love him too! He was such fun to make and come up with all the babyish details for, and I’m very proud of him.

I don’t really have wip pics of the chimera (since I was kind of in The Zone making him) but I can take you on a, uh, short tour of his features, that sounds fun!

The baby boy himself… lots of pictures and words under the cut!

Here are the first doodles of him as I came up with his design! I was trying to make a cute lion/lamb (the meanings of the two parts of my irl name!) which is basically a chimera already, and the combination of primary colours, rainbows, and a cloud-like wool mane made the weather theme just happen.

Obviously I just had to sew this! He already looked just like a colourful baby toy.

Here is his lovely little face. I took style inspiration from a lion toy I had already, and to keep him accurate to a baby-toy style, I used embroidery stitches to make his face rather than any “choking hazards” like plastic eyes. I’ve not really used embroidery before so it was pretty hard to do neatly!

He’s also got ribbon loops for whiskers (or are they sun rays?) and you can also see a bit of star-textured minky fabric on his face and ears. Fun textures are important!

His mane is made with a super soft and fluffy fur fabric. Maybe not strictly “baby safe” since it can slightly shed fibres, but it’s very nice, and I’m not exactly a real baby lol. His horns have a nice ridged texture, you’ll see what those were made from in a moment…

Oh, I also added a banana scent chip from Build-a-Bear into his little head, because I love that smell. He’s a multi-sensory plush alright.

His front paws have some noises in them! In the red one is a squeaker, and the blue one is a rattle. You can buy these especially for putting in toys, but the rattle I used in him was actually just a little plastic capsule with a few beads inside like pictured!

All four paws have a bumpy rubbery texture on them. Rather appropriately, they are made from actual baby socks! I found a multipack of different colours that matched my planned colours perfectly by sheer luck.

The ridged horn material came from the top of the red sock!

Here is the tummy, also made with a star textured fabric. It has a cylindrical chime inside which makes a lovely musical jingling sound when he’s tipped around.

While bean filling probably isn’t baby safe either, I did put a beanbag in his bottom because I like a bit of weight and it helps him sit nice.

The wings have matching dimple textured minky on one side and smooth minky on the other. I feel like dimple minky is a must if you want to make a babyish toy!

Inside the wings are some pieces of (clean) cereal packet to give them a light crinkle sound. You can buy crinkly material especially for this too, which can be a lot noisier! He’s actually very quiet as crinkly toys go, but I’m okay with this.

He’s got some little raindrop patches made from dotty cotton, with more embroidered edges which I recall having a lot of difficulty with… looks good though! As well as textures, you gotta include some fun visual patterns in a baby toy too.

And finally, the tail! A thick rainbow ribbon holding a cloud shaped teether - another lucky find in a baby shop! It came attached to a squeaky sun and crinkly rainbow, currently held by another toy.

Originally I’d simply stitched the end of the ribbon in place around the teether, but then I got some plastic snaps (for making bandanas with!) and found they gave it a much nicer finish.

And that’s about it! Hope you enjoyed getting to know the little chimera and his features!

#plushie advice #baby toy #sensory toy #thyl-ask-ine #chimera

[evilvvithin]

Enemies to lovers

I wrote about the reader being kidnapped and König had to save her and now I thought 'how about a switcheroo' so here ya go. I know the plot might be silly cause obviously that wouldn't happen irl, but it's a fiction and idc könig is rotting my brain constantly for so long I don't even know who I am anymore. Special thanks to @xellrani for being my sweet beta reader ♡

Summary: Believing you leave your military past behind and just enjoy some rest and peace, you decide to travel. Unlucky (or lucky) for you, there's a secret mission going on and you get unwillingly involved. Trigger warning for smut, mentions of torture, military stuff, interrogation, restrains, kidnapping, blood, wounds.  It's NSFW, König x f!reader (4, 596 words). AO3 link

  "Excuseer mij," a male bumped into you trying to get past you in the crowd. Taking pictures of the beautiful river in Amsterdam, you didn't even realize you're standing right in the middle of the road. Netherlands? Yes.

  Finally leaving the military base you called home for so long behind you, you had all your time to yourself. You didn't have to get a new job right away as you had more than enough money saved and you were exhausted. Really exhausted. All that was needed in your life now was peace and some time alone. During your time in the military, you've visited many countries across the whole world but never had a chance to experience them. You decided to change that now. You loved traveling. Getting to know different cultures, people, history, seeing the beauty in different corners of the world without having to think about the worst while fighting cartels or following orders no matter how wrong they were. 

  And there you were, heading slowly back to your AirBnB you booked for two weeks. You chose the right time of the year as well, it wasn't hot but at the same time it wasn't cold to stay outside the whole day comfortably. Your steps were so slow multiple people bumped into you after the man, but you just wanted to see every inch of this town. Inhaling the overwhelming smell of coffee and something sweet, you followed it and ended up standing in front of a "street dessert" shop. Many people stood around holding cups of coffee, enjoying themselves. You couldn't help yourself, seeing the steam coming out of the cups and the smell? You had to join them.

  Leaning at one of the small tables, you watched all the people hurry past you. Everyone was seemingly late somewhere, no one took a second to appreciate the aesthetics of their own town. 'I guess they saw enough of it when they live here,' you thought to yourself. The cup was nicely warming your hands up. You noticed the same man from before, wearing the same black facemask, the one who said excuse me after he bumped into you. He was staring at you but the second you turned your face to him, he quickly looked away. Your military self started to analyze the situation, 'why was he in such a rush 10 minutes ago when he's now standing here staring at me? Why does he wear the facemask?' You scoffed. This was already in your past, you were done with anything military related. There was no need to immediately think about someone stalking you. Covering his face? The man's more likely just ill. 'Maybe there's something weird with my hair?' You immediately reached for your hair instinctively just to find out they were completely normal. Looking back at the guy, you realized he wasn't there anymore. You shrugged it off and decided to keep walking, you wanted to be at your rented apartment before it gets dark. Of course you wanted to experience the nightlife here, but not today. 

  Walking to your apartment, you felt a weird anxious feeling. Someone's eyes were buried deep into the back of your skull. Turning your head slightly, there was that man again walking behind you. With the quick glimpse you got, you noticed he wasn't alone this time but three other men were in the line with him, all wearing the same black facemasks. Coincidence? You didn't think so as the street was rather empty. 'The whole group covering their faces so they can't be recognized?' Hearing some voices behind you, you assumed they talked with each other. Crushing the empty coffee cup in your fist, you increased your pace and glanced over your shoulder at the men once more. They did the same, closing the gap between you and them. 'Shit -' 

  Everything happened so fast you didn't even have a chance to yell for help. They were right behind you within a second, one of the men grabbed you, covering your mouth. His hand was large, it could've easily covered your whole face. He locked your arms into your chest with his arm and pulled you off the street into a smaller side one quickly. 

  "Target acquired," one of the men said into his coat. He must've had some small microphone there. 

  You didn't panic, no. You've never been in a situation like this, but you went through a special training in case you ever got held hostage. Training how to act and how to defend yourself. The only thing keeping you from trying to fight the men was that one of them, the one holding you locked in his arms completely unable to move, was enormous. You had no chance against him. Not only that but you couldn't fight all four, especially since you now knew they were some kind of trained agents the way they talked and acted, or even the military. The feeling of not knowing what was going on, what they wanted and 'why me' was the worst. Maybe a mistake, maybe something from your past time in the army? You didn't know about anything bad you've done, but you knew more than well that you didn't have to do anything wrong nor illegal to be taken hostage. 

  You calmed down and didn't resist as much as you were able to, it was the best thing you could do in your head. Staying in the side street for a long time, you didn't even see anyone walk by. It felt like all the people in the big, busy town disappeared. The behemoth man holding you still in position, with your arms locked on your chest, none of them said a single word since the walkie talkie message. It felt like an eternity but then you heard a car engine getting closer and closer. A black car stopped right at the end of the side street and they rushed to it, the man pushing you forward to it. The car's windows were all darkened and it didn't surprise you a bit. Stuffing you inside, you thought they probably didn't expect their mission or whatever this was to be this easy. 

  "Hand me the straps," the man holding you said. 

  Strapping your wrists together to the point you felt it cutting into your flesh, you were on the edge of fighting back and getting rid of them. To your surprise, the behemoth of a man ended up loosening the straps a bit after realizing they were too tight. Your mind was a mess, 'why would he do that at all?' Before you could think further about the situation, they forced you to inhale something from a napkin. You knew what it was, you knew you'd go unconscious within a couple of seconds. Some kind of dark cloth hood was thrown over your head and the car's engine started, tires screeching as the car rushed away, but you were already dozing off.

  "What do you mean he doesn't want to be a part of this?" You heard some distant voices while coming back to your senses. "He's the head of this operation he has to interrogate." You opened your eyes slowly but the hood was still over your head, making it impossible to see anything. "Tell him to come, he should at least be here."

  Doors opening and closing, heavy footsteps, muffled inaudible words, distant thumping. You started to feel anxious as you couldn't see what was going on, not knowing where you were. Moving your arms you found out they were strapped to some kind of a pole behind your back. It reminded you of heating pipes. Feeling the cold stone under you with your fingertips, you must've been sitting down on the floor. Your neck tightened suddenly and you coughed, making all the voices come closer to you till you could hear them clearly.

  "She's awake!" Someone with a deep raspy voice and accent shouted. "Let's start it."

  The cloth blocking your view was removed and you saw three men standing in front of you. 'So it is military,' ran through your mind as you saw all their gear and helmets. Their faces covered, you couldn't tell if they were the same men from the street but you did recognize one of them. The tall, intimidating one. People his visage aren't as common. It must've been him. He was wearing a sniper hood now with a helmet on it. 

  "Your name, little one?" He asked. 

  'Little one? Is he mocking me?' You scoffed in your mind and decided to remain calm and silent. The whole room you were in was silent, except someone tapping their fingers on the table in the back. The hooded man walked closer to you and loomed over you, blocking all light.

  "Your name." He repeated. This time he wasn't asking nor playing around, he was giving you an order. 

  His size and rough voice filled you up with nervousness but also a morbid curiosity. How did he look under the hood? You wanted to know who the voice belonged to. His eyes, you felt naked with them piercing through you. You felt like you couldn't have any secrets. 

  "Y/N," you replied finally and your voice cracked. Your throat still somewhat tightened, must've been due to what they made you inhale before.

  The hooded man narrowed his back and turned to others, all of them exchanging looks with each other. "Do you live here?" He asked you after a while. 

 "I'm on vacation."

  You saw his eyebrows furrowed more and more as he kept asking you. Questions about your country, year of birth, home address. You didn't know why you willingly answered all those questions when your plan was to not tell these men anything at all, but he made you feel somehow secure. As long as you cooperated, you had a feeling you'd be fine. 

  'Expect torture and humiliation, the worst of worst. They have no good intentions, all they say are lies. Tell them what they want to know and they let you go? The biggest bullshit. Never trust them, never cooperate. Dying is better than being captured.' 

  Lieutenant's words were burnt into your memory from years ago when you were still in training. You had no idea what made you so talkative. Maybe the feeling this whole thing was some kind of misunderstanding? Maybe the fact they didn't treat you harshly yet? Maybe the way the behemoth of a man loosened your straps in the car before? 

  He walked to one of the men and whispered something to him, after that they nodded at each other. "Horangi, with me," he said and left the room together with the named man, leaving you with the rest of the group. 

  You wanted to ask what was going on, but their face covers and sunglasses made it impossible to determine if it was okay to talk except being questioned and you weren't gonna risk it. The two men stayed behind doors talking and you did everything you could to catch what they were talking about. Without a chance. The walls and doors were too thick. It didn't take long before the two came back inside. 

  "Everyone out," the hooded behemoth of a man ordered everyone. They seemed confused at first, but they did what he wanted. "Whatever König says," one of them sighed out before leaving. 

  'König?'

  "Did you lose your IDs recently?" He asked and crossed arms over his chest. 

  "Actually… yes," you blinked. 

  "And you have a military background, correct?" 

  "Yes," your reply was hesitant this time. 

  "Scheiße," the man cursed through gritted teeth.

  "Can someone explain to me what's going on finally?" You felt like losing your mind. 

  König, as they called him, looked at you for a long time, thinking, before finally talking. "Cartel boss. We are after a cartel boss who is currently doing business somewhere in Amsterdam, apparently using your identity. We've never seen her face so we worked with what we had: IDs and credit cards. We don't even know for sure if it's a man or woman but we need to capture her. And with your army experience…"

  You blinked at him repeatedly. You? A cartel boss? "Could you at least untie me? It's rather uncomfortable."

  He walked to you, pulling out one of his knives and sliced the straps around your wrists carefully. When you saw him offering you a hand to stand up, you accepted it without hesitation. Someone was running outside the room, the rapid steps getting closer and closer. One of the men from before entered the room holding a laptop in his hands. 

  "Suspicious transaction," he said between breaths and gave you a look. "Her address."

  König stared into your eyes before grabbing the laptop of the man's hands to see if it's real. "Follow me," he then ordered and pointed at you. "You too." 

  Taken away by the whole situation, you walked behind him without single question. What you thought was an underground secret complex or something similar, was in fact a simple basement in a large house. It was a home everyone on the street noticed, but at the same time it's what made it the perfect provisory base. Right under everyone's noses, not trying to hide. 

  "Bravo acquired another target," one of the men upstairs said as soon as you all walked up the stairs. "We're ordered to stay for a little bit and keep an eye out. They'll want her back." Seeing you blink in confusion, he added: "her, the boss."

  "Bravo confirmed identity?" König asked and was met with a loud agreement. "Come with me," he turned to you and his voice immediately softened.

  You noticed how tough and rough he seemed, eager for action. Ordering the soldiers with a deep, commanding voice, towering over everyone making them nervous just by his presence. Except the one he called Horangi. He didn't seem bothered by anything König did or said, it was like he knew him more than the others. Horangi knew deep inside he wasn't like that to the core and you had the feeling as well. Analyzing people's behavior and speech, making psychological profiles, was part of your job in the military before so noticing König immediately went soft and calm when interacting with you was really noticable to you. There was still something more about the man you wanted to get to know even though you just met him and not exactly in a good circumstances. 

  "Where are we going? Am I held captive still or what?" You asked while almost having to run to keep up with his fast paced walking. 

  "We need to keep you safe, for a while at least. You got involved now, it's not smart to let you run free. Captive? You could say so." He chuckled. 

  "Why not stay here then? It's not safe?"

  "Es ist sicher," he paused for a while, "but there's a safer place."

  You decided to just follow him and see where you end up. You weren't afraid of him or the rest anymore, what you were afraid was their enemy. Somehow using your identity, your credit card and they apparently were in your rented apartment? Your best bet was to stay with this big man right in front of you. 

  After taking a car ride, the two of you stopped in front of another house. This one was way smaller. 

  "You can stay here until it's safe," König said after entering the house with you.

  "How many houses do you have in Amsterdam?" You asked.

  "You didn't expect us to have just one base, did you?" He laughed. "We have one more place, some apartment. The house you were in, that is the main base for the current mission. This house is in case our main base gets revealed."

  "So I'm staying at your place?"

  "Basically, yes."

  "Do you always wear the hood? Everywhere?"

  "Natürlich, protecting my identity and my friends. Especially on missions like this one, it's necessary."

  It made sense, you had your face covered during missions in terrain as well. You wished to see his face, the curiosity was driving you crazy but it will have to wait for later. Maybe you never get to see his face.

  ~~~~ one week later ~~~~

  Snoozing your alarm, you forced yourself out of the bed. König wasn't home, he must've been at their main base. The boss they captured before refused to tell them anything, obviously. They tried torturing her to get at least something from her, but she remained silent. She'd rather die than reveal the cartel's plans. You helped König and others with coding and breaking down safety systems to track information online. They knew about your military past but they assumed you were just an ordinary soldier going through training. Little did they know you spent almost your whole life in the army, achieving all kinds of education and extra training to raise your value. You were doubting your decision to leave your army job as well. All the thoughts about how you were finally free, had time for yourself and could live in peace? In fact, you missed it. The action. Helping König with his task helped you realize that.

  The coffee machine beeped. Grabbing a hot cup of the black liquid, you sat down in the kitchen and stared out the window. It was about to rain. Your thoughts took a turn back to him. 

  König. 

  The two of you got closer within the week you were here. He got comfortable around you, being really talkative and actually sharing deep details about this mission or his life. You assumed he wasn't really the type to share things with someone he barely knew, but for some reason he trusted you. You'd lie if you said he was just a man who kidnapped you before. You grew a huge liking for him and you didn't even see him without his hood yet. Sure, you could've sneak up on him when he slept but you wouldn't do that. 'He probably sleeps in it too anyway,' you laughed in your mind. Sipping your coffee, you couldn't get him out of your head no matter how hard you tried to focus on life outside the window. His voice, his caring gentle personality, his hands. He had beautiful hands. 'Uhhh,' you shook your head and body. You didn't know why, but König made you feel certain ways. 

 Staring out the window into nothingness and daydreaming while finishing your cup, you missed the doors being loudly slammed opened and closed. Hearing heavy footsteps behind you, you turned around just to see König squeezing his arm and bumping into a door frame on his way to the bathroom. You knew something was off and immediately ran after him. He was hunched over in front of the mirror, his gear and hoodie already on the ground next to him. He only wore a shirt, pulling up its sleeve further up to inspect a large bleeding wound under his shoulder. 

  "What happened?" You gasped in shock seeing all the blood drip down his arm.

  "The warehouse where they supposedly stored drugs at," he said through gritted teeth. "It wasn't empty as we expected. It's just a scratch." He opened the bathroom cabinet and grabbed bandages. "Scheiße!" He cursed as the rest of the bandages fell to the floor. 

  "Let me do it," you said and collected them off the floor, grabbing the one out of his hand too. "What about others?"

  "They're fine, at the main base, locating other warehouses that belong to the cartel." He sat down at the edge of the bathtub and let out a deep sigh, placing hand at the side of his ribs. "It's nothing," he said when he saw your raised eyebrows.

  "Need to clean it first," you said after looking at the wound on his arm. He nodded and clenched his jaw. 

  Pouring disinfectant at the wound, all his muscles tensed up but he didn't let out a single noise. When the wound was clean, you started to wrap the bandages around his arm carefully. 

  "It's just bruised," he said after the pain of cleaning his wound faded away and he no longer had to clench his jaw together. 

  "You need to rest, at least for today." You finished bandaging his arm, keeping your hand gently placed over it stroking his arm with your thumb. 

  König looked at your hand, but didn't say anything. It felt nice, he wanted you to continue. "Show me the bruises," you said. 

  "Mir geht's gut," he said but pulled the shirt over his head anyway, revealing his chest and abs. You felt a wave of heat run through your body as your eyes flew over his chest, but your concern for his well being was stronger. 

  Touching the purple ish parts of his ribs, you felt him wanting to move away but he remained still. "You were right, it's just bruises. No broken ribs," you said. 

  Your fingers slowly traced from his side to his chest. König was boring his eyes into yours, but didn't stop you. You were feeling the scarred skin under your fingertips, his muscles tensing up reacting to your touch. 

  "Rest you said?" König said. His voice sounded so calm and deep suddenly. "Shower is great for relaxing and resting."

  You were confused at his words, but he was right and you nodded. He grabbed your hand out of nowhere, standing up and pulling you into the shower corner with him. You didn't even have time to say anything before he threw his hood away and his lips were locked onto yours. God, his lips were unexpectedly soft. Closing your eyes, you returned his hungry kisses. You wanted to stare at his now uncovered face but you couldn't help it but give in to the lust you felt. König ran his hands down to your ass, giving it a soft squeeze before moving up your waist to your back. His hands were large and warm making you almost melt under his touch. He undid your bra with a single move like a pro and grabbing the edge of your shirt, he removed both your bra and shirt. He didn't want to leave your lips at all and only broke the kiss for a split second to pull the shirt over your head. 

  "Kön-" you tried to speak out but was silenced right away. 'König, I want you,' you finished in your head.

  Your arms around his neck, you pulled him deeper into the kiss. He was getting more touch, impatient. Within the time you were with him, you saw his focus on the mission, on his work in general. You imagined he didn't have any woman for some time, but what could you know? Running your hands down his chest to his pants, you unzipped them and teased the bulge through his boxers. He moaned into the kiss breaking it, throwing his pants and boxers away to join your shirt and bra on the ground outside the shower. While he was at it, you quickly got rid of the rest of your clothes as well. Now both of you fully naked, König turned on the shower. His eyes jumping all over your body. Waist, boobs, collarbones. He was hypnotized by your body. So were you by his own. His scars, his muscles. He looked even taller and bigger without clothes. You couldn't keep your eyes from his already hard member, wondering if you can take him whole. Your pussy was already prepared to take him, all wet and screaming for attention. For release. 

  "You're gorgeous," König whispered and placed a hand on your thigh while his other hand traced down your neck and then collarbones, watching the water run down your body.

  Your hands placed on his chest, you wanted to feel every muscle on his body, every scar. You wanted to ask about every single scar's backstory, but you're gonna have time for that later. Running your hands down to his cock and stroking it, he shivered under your touch. He couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to behave like a wild animal, but you gave him no choice. He needed to feel you. He needed to connect with you. Now. 

  Grabbing your ass, he pulled you up and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck together with your legs wrapping around his waist. Even being higher now, you still felt so small compared to him. His dick pressed against your entrance now, you only moaned out his name in despair. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly slid into you. He wanted to break you, make you tremble, not able to walk but he definitely didn't want to hurt you. You felt your insides stretching around his size, not able to tell pleasure apart from pain. He was fully inside you now, waiting for you to adjust a little before starting to thrust into you slowly. It didn't take you long at all before you moaned out his name loudly. You were full, feeling him hitting your cervix often. Your body heated up so much the water now seemed cold. König caressed your neck with kisses, sucking onto your skin roughly and leaving marks there. You knew you won't be able to last long with this man but he felt the same. 

  He might've not let anything be known, but you were driving him crazy for a while. Your hair, waistline, eyes. Your military experience. The fact you knew weapons, the fact you were capable of being with him on a mission. The way you didn't scream and panic when he held you in the side street and then interrogated you. Your caring and kind nature. 

  The shower corner was filling up with steam and moans of you two. "Fuck!" You gasped out as your walls started to wrap around his cock tightly. 

  "I'm close," König groaned, his hot breath leaving a cold breeze on your wet neck.

  You felt your arms getting weaker as they were wrapped around his neck the whole time. You were starting to feel dizzy as his thrusts became quicker and sloppier. You were gasping for air under his thrusts, feeling the climax coming. He thrusted into you a few more times,  filling you up with his load immediately leaking out of you. You trembled under the pleasure, your vision blurry. Was it thanks to him or just the steam that was all around you? 

  "Mein Gott, love," he whispered, his voice all raspy. 

  He carefully let go off your legs. The second you stood on them you felt how weak they were. Still breathing heavily and unable to speak, you turned off the water. König placed his hands on the wall on each side of your head, locking you between them and towering you with his large frame. You finally got a good look at his face. His big, blue eyes that made him look tired all the time. His soft lips. His strong jawline. His sharp nose. You heard your heart beating in your head, deafening your ears. 

  "You plan on going somewhere?" König said and smirked, turning you around to face the wall and turning the water back on. "Long showers are the best," he whispered right behind your ear and pulled your ass towards him. 

  You bite your lip feeling the tip of his dick found your entrance again.   

  "Ruin me," you moaned. 

  "Ich werde."

#könig #call of duty moder warfare ii #könig x reader #cod fanfic #könig x you #smut #fanfiction #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #angst #call of duty #mari.fic

[gloamvonhrym]

oh I never posted all my silly phoenicis worldbuilding (birdbuilding) that I did while in fanfic writing hell

here’s a huge mostly-boring set of notes expanding and/or playing havoc with canon. I’m putting it here for future reference. maybe to link to it for funsies if I ever post this hell fic

phoenicis is a small insular nation with little social hierarchy, living on inhospitable mountains inaccessible to anyone except other birds. phoenicis has therefore evolved on a somewhat separate cultural track from everybody else in tellius. in this essay I will

economy/practical shit

implicitly in canon hawks are intensely community-oriented. again, they’re a small nation without much hierarchy, and with some preference for chaos. they all “just do what needs to be done”, paraphrasing ulki. they’re not the Strong Guys for the heck of it: they work together to protect & care for their own, and harbor a strong sense of collective duty and trust.

so they’re commies

with serenes out of the picture they’re the biggest commies in tellius

they don’t have currency, that’s some human shit. to each according to their need etc

(exactly how small and close-knit is. phoenicis? small enough that kilvas, a similarly small nation with even fewer resources, could kill everyone on the home front in basically a day when it was left undefended. so. take that for what it is)

infrastructure

minor architecture tangent: we don’t see much of phoenicis & kilvas except for the exteriors of their respective castles, which is kinda boring. obviously not everyone lives in the castles. but phoenicis DOES have some other visible infrastructure, namely the funky detail of these open doorways built into both the castle itself and the surrounding cliffs:

(I don’t know if there’s any kind of proper name for these, because obviously irl we don’t need them and they’re not a thing. I’ve been calling them sky doors, and I might have nabbed that from rebecca roanhorse’s “between earth and sky”, although idk if she in turn nabbed it from anyone else)

anyway there appears to be no actual barrier on these, at least not externally. what did I say. commies. who’s gonna rob and kill you in your own home, in your little nation-commune, where nobody except other birds can get to you, and everyone trusts everyone else to do their duty and provide for each other. (the answer is that other birds will betray you, eventually. sad!)

anyway it’s boring to stick around the castle 100% of the time. I imagine that this architectural idea continues down into the valleys, where maybe artisans can make stuff and services can be provided and bargain economy shit can happen

hawks have seemingly only been pirates for the last 20 years or so, and they do piracy for the sake of vengeance rather than need, and they can’t do that much of it because there aren’t a ton of them; and unlike kilvas, they abstain from trade with the whole rest of the continent, and are isolationist by choice. so they must be self-sufficient in basically every way. someone’s got to be making fabric, making clothes, making shoes, forging metals, creating pottery, creating music and art, administering medicine, providing education, etc, somewhere.

healthcare

tangent about medicine: phoenicis is probably the only nation in the continent that has historically had no contact with healing magic at all. the herons had innate healing magic, and everyone else either has human mages or contact with human mages. but phoenicis is on its own. their medical science is therefore more advanced by irl standards, because it has to be. they know more shit about practical mundane antitoxins, antibiotics, wound dressing, surgeries, anesthetics, and complications. it’s less pleasant than magical means, but it works.

(canonically, healing magic works on wounds and not so much things like regular illnesses, so everyone’s still got some mundane medical care; but when that’s ALL you’ve got, I think it follows that you necessarily come to understand the pure mundane science better than most other people. I bet phoenicis has bred its share of real scientists. if anyone in tellius is going to invent electricity,) (also: they might value physical strength very much, but because they’re commies, I figure they take care of their sick/disabled/injured pretty well, and most of them are at terms with the fact that not everyone can be the Strongest Guys. reyson’s complex about being too weak to live is likely more due to survivor’s guilt, helplessness to protect others/wreak revenge personally, and a post-traumatic focus on violence as a primary determinant of outcomes, rather than any actual pervasive cultural messaging that he’s useless.)

age

hawks live to some, what, 300+ years? janaff says a 24 year old should barely be speaking, but I feel like his ass was just being dramatic, similar to the way we needle real-life 18 year old adult humans about being tiny babies. there’s no reason why any creature should take 20+ years to be at least functional, that would be a huge evolutionary disadvantage. I posit that hawk adolescence is considered to last roughly age 20 to 70 (with heron adolescence lasting somewhat longer, given their longer lifespan; maybe to 80-85, such that reyson has somewhat recently hit true adulthood by the time PoR rolls around).

teenagers are stupid. hawk teenagers are REALLY stupid. chaos predilection + hormones. many of them will gleefully pick a fight over any dumb thing and be horny about it. strong with the vigor of youth, but exceptionally poor sense of their own limitations

by age 100+, their temperament evens out; but any contender for the king’s power is probably going to come from the young crowd at any given time. speaking of which,

government

there isn’t much of one. phoenicis is not big. everyone knows everyone and they’re very efficient commies so everything gets done that needs to get done. tibarn has 2 dumbass advisors. who needs a secretary of state.

the title of king goes to “the strongest” (I assume the intent is that this is determined by combat, against self-selected challengers who get to take over if they win, wakanda style). although canonically, his power is that he gets to call some shots but doesn’t really get any special privileges or reverence beyond that, which is nice because it means that if the king became super unpopular, the rest of phoenicis could probably depose him without much trouble if they wanted to. no divine rights here.

(worth noting: I think tibarn’s characterization is super different between fe9 and fe10, with RD tibarn being a lot sassier and more informal. FEH skewed towards the RD vibe, and I think they were right for that. given the hawks’ uniquely relaxed philosophy towards royalty, their insular culture, and the likelihood that they all knew tibarn by name before he ever had a title, it wouldn’t make sense for them to do a lot of formalized bowing and scraping. RD tibarn would never have unironically addressed caineghis as “o majestic king of lions” or whatever he said)

(by contrast, apparently, in japanese, reyson consistently addresses tibarn formally (and also naesala, up until naesala betrays him). I don’t speak japanese and can’t really count this as an aspect of my experience of these characters, but I wonder if the other birds also address each other in this way, or if it’s a trait peculiar to reyson.)

family

families are not nuclear. hawks raise their kids pretty communally, foremost in unstructured “flocks” (households or clusters of households). actual bio parents may or may not be closely involved

parenting is kind of hands-off overall. the concept of adult supervision falls away pretty fast. “let your kid do the stupid dangerous thing so that he learns what’s stupid and dangerous” ass culture; learning by experience is optimal, and if you’re not adequately responsible then others are less likely to be sympathetic and/or have your back in turn. hawk kids tend to gain squads quickly, and they often hang together for life ride or die

if a young hawk is neglected or entirely rejected by their home flocks - rare, but not impossible - likely someone else will pick up the slack, if not adults then some loyal friends

relevant headcanons: tibarn, ulki, and janaff have been sticking together since an early age. ulki in particular had some problems - his original family did not appreciate that he kept overhearing things he shouldn’t, and he was way too autistic to know what was meant to not be repeated, so after not too long he became a bit of a lone wolf. tibarn and janaff already knew each other - janaff’s exceptional sight didn’t cause him any similar problems; and were initially concerned with ulki’s misfit status, but his ability was a valuable bonus. they all adopted each other.

food

the main thing hawks don’t do is cook. because they mostly eat raw meat, fish, and bugs, which is very sexy of them. I imagine every household has certain members designated to hunt regularly on its behalf. add that one to the chore chart

(maybe someone starts experimenting more with cooking when herons are there, and further when phoenicis is open to international relations. for fun and community!)

gender

ok the shit I made up, let’s go off the rails

hawks are queer-normative. in that they don’t give a shit about the anatomy or superficial presentation of who sleeps with whom. most of them are equal-opportunity in that regard

they are, however, by human standards, masc-centric to a sort of absurd degree. they’re not dumb senseless brutes (see again, commies, intense intra-community trust); they’re also probably not the most emotionally available fellas

(“but wouldn’t this level of intra-community trust result in greater emotional availability, not less?” look I’m not saying they’re scared of it. but why would you cry out your feelings with some other guy when you could be killing animals or committing piracy about it.)

gender presentation: I said equal-opportunity in terms of sexuality. might be because it’s a little difficult to tell. the games appear to have no female hawk characters but in MY headcanons their presentation is just masc-centric across the board, and maybe they skew a little less sexually dimorphic in general, so you wouldn’t know anyway

most hawks are he/hims. that’s just a quirk. like discworld dwarves but with less to say about it. just a nation of butches, for fun

bad gender parity in the tellius games? how do you know janaff isn’t a he/him lesbian

hawk dress is largely unisex, earth-toned, and utilitarian. not necessarily fully unadorned - tibarn has an earring & a few other things, including a necklace (feathers; battle trophies?) - but he’s still pretty rugged. nobody is flashy.

nothing AGAINST conventionally feminine presentation per se. hawks would chafe against overly rigid norms. but the way medieval-fantasy femininity looks, they’d probably think it’s a little odd in a practical sense. but who knows. maybe leanne starts something with those she/her pronouns and flowy dresses yk.

(tangent on clothing: phoenicis isn’t really friendly for something like cotton crops, but they can have wool, because goats & sheep can live on mountains. I’m also happy to make up that there’s some kind of hardy tellius breed of mulberry-adjacent tree, which can grow at least somewhere in phoenicis, resulting in the availability of silk and maybe barkcloth. or something. idk I’m not that kind of historian.)

sexuality

hawks primarily value strength, physical + emotional. we knew this. again, doesn’t make for the greatest emotional intelligence. overt softness is not the thing. tibarn kind of sucks at the direct empathy that reyson claims all living beings share, for instance. 2 hawks in a fight would rather tussle it out than waste time talking.

this carries over. in a partner, again, attraction tends to disregard sexed anatomy, but the most valuable thing is being well-matched physically. being creatures of chaos, they trust their impulses, they like a challenge, they don’t mind a fight, and they probably don’t super want to be with someone they have to worry about hurting

(hence that kind of hot chemistry between tibarn & nailah. also janaff hits on lucia at first glance bc she’s a knight obviously she’s got some beef babeyy)

pursuant: by and large, hawks really don’t find herons very attractive. that delicate graceful peaceful affect is kind of a mystifying ideal to them. it’s like art - nice to look at, ig, but what would you actually do with it. people significantly weaker than you are for you to protect, not sleep with. tibarn is a notable exception because he is down bad for reyson

and reyson is like an alien, and tibarn is maybe a bit of a freak for being into someone so fragile. you are the very strongest guy, tf you want with a boy who breaks if you look at him wrong. what do you get out of that sir. he has complexes about this :) but I’m not going to elaborate on that because that’s what hell fic is for

“herons in phoenicis: conceptualizing the vulnerable body in hawk-normative society”, the title of my tellius gender studies thesis at the university of crimea or whatever

speaking of reyson. what does this mean for him. I need to talk about it because I’m obsessed with him. the commie stuff isn’t that much of a culture shock at least

but have some added fuckery: sole survivor, adapting to another culture, learning another language; lone chaos-sensitive empath in a sea of macho chaos-oriented dudes who aren’t very attuned to that kind of thing; also extremely physically distinctive in a way that is kind of weird at best

how do you even maintain a sense of personal identity when the baseline relevant factor is “you’re incomprehensibly different from everyone around you in every way possible”? I think reyson experiences some Gender about this. the most masculine heron is still a lily reed compared to even a fairly femme hawk

reyson’s gender, per the rest of the continent: male. reyson’s gender among hawks: heron

I imagine leanne is somewhat shielded from this once she comes round - she’s able to lean on reyson and naesala, and I figure she does, pretty heavily, considering she picks up maybe a few words of the modern tongue over the course of 3 years. she’s deliberately feminine, and also has already chosen her own terrible boyfriend [affectionate]. she’s not without her own traumas, but she’s more supported, and maybe is even in a place to kind of enjoy the confusion & attention she garners from being the sole girly-girl. I feel like she would.

and her terrible boyfriend [affectionate] is a raven, not a hawk. and by contrast, ravens are VERY attracted to herons. because herons are pretty. and ravens like shiny pretty things.

misc

I’m not quite committed enough to make constructed-culture art, but in my mind hawk visual & aural culture resembles late antique/early modern celtic styles in a few ways. insular culture yk. some book of kells bullshit.

(kinda weird, upon reflection, that phoenicis isn’t full of ancient tongue speakers, considering serenes was allegedly one of the few nations they were ever friendly with. and yet even tibarn understands very little ancient. at the very least, being the most isolated nation, it would make sense for the hawks to have their own modern dialect. but they don’t, that would have been hard for an FE game to pull off, and I’m not enough of a linguist to try. so it is what it is! maybe, even though they don’t fraternize with other nations, they’ve always kept pretty close tabs on them just in case, the necessity of spying facilitated the shift to modern. whereas serenes never did that. anyway sometimes the hawks sound a little irish in my head.)

they are also superstitious. all those lonely windswept coastal peaks, there’s a lot of howling winds, spooky nooks, weird environmental physics interacting with weather phenomena. you end up with stories about folk monsters. hawks know shit about ghosts, fairies, sirens, and banshees, and how to placate them if you piss them off. also the herons sometimes scare people to death because they wear nothing but white and drift around like specters.

I also have a lot of headcanons about herons. but they’re more feelingsy. so I’ll leave that go. I might add to this as I remember more stuff

#long post #text #ref

[magicalrocketships]

First of all thank you so much for the deaged fics.

They both made my day and little Max is especially close to my heart 💙

I have some questions if you have the time?

Do they remember what has happened to them in their childhood up to the age they age down to and do they know their adult life?

What made Max go to Daniel when he aged down? Did he remember Daniel’s promise to take care of him or was it something else?

What is Max and Daniel’s favourite thing to do together when Max is small?

I have about a million more but I’ll stop there🤣

And again thank you thank thank you ☺️

Little Max is also very close to Daniel's heart, if that helps.

Some waffling thoughts under the cut :)

okay, so if you think back now to being seven, those memories are pretty fuzzy or have gaps or feel quite far away? That's what it's like to age up after being small. I guess some people might have very good memories for when they're little irl so might remember things better, but Max when he ages back up just remembers things in a gently fuzzy kind of a way. And it's the same going the other way. Like, baby Max asking for his cats isn't because he remembers being grown up and having cats, it's because he knows that when he's small and with Daniel, that they go and get his grown up cats and bring them to Daniel's and he gets to play with them. But also, he fuzzily knows of these people - Charles and Christian etc, they're not strangers, but he also doesn't know them, know them. And he knows that he's supposed to go to Daniel when he first gets small but he doesn't know him like he knows him as a grown up. (Of course, not being able to fully remember what it's like to be small and have Daniel love you/love him in return is very confusing/strange/weird for a grown up Max, SPOILER)

He remembers that he's supposed to! And I'm making it so that they still live in the same building so it's not that difficult. People are supposed to make contingency plans and have ICGS contacts in their phones (in case of going small) so they can ask someone for help but baby Max in particular is not really able to ask for support, which is why he goes to Daniel's place by himself like a very, very scared but really very brave tiny person. He also has it written on a little card, a little message from grown up Max to him. It's in English and Dutch.

Max doesn't like bedtime stories so they read his flag book together instead, and Daniel knows it upside down and back to front, so he tries to widen the collection to include another geography book and a different flag book. They also have some flag jigsaw puzzles and one of maps. Max likes to tell Daniel all about all the Pokemons and he also likes to look at pictures of grown up Max and Daniel and ask Daniel a lot of questions about if Max is happy in this picture or if Daniel is happy in this picture or if Daniel thinks that grown up Max would like him. Mostly Max likes to talk a lot and Daniel likes to indulge him.

#baby max #de-aged maxiel

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

[cws: psychiatric abuse, torture, homophobia, ableism, sanism, racism, pictures of taxidermy. boy this show is a lot sometimes lmfao]

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so something @thecottageinthedark noticed recently that i'm still fucked up about is that pericles' cage in the asylum isn't actually a bird cage.

it's a bell jar.

for those who don't know what a bell jar is, it's a type of taxidermy display for preserving delicate specimens, most often birds. it's easy for their feathers to get dusty or disintegrate over time if they're left out in the open; a bell jar not only keeps off dirt and keeps people from touching them, but it's made to create a vacuum inside to keep everything where it is.

another layer to this reference is that the book The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath, is a retelling of her own experiences with mental illness and the attempts made to treat it at the time. notably, one of the major themes of the book is psychiatric abuse.

pericles is also not only a gay man forcefully committed to an asylum in what is most likely intended to be the 70s, but a very obvious and already horribly handled fantasy metaphor for both physically disabled people and POC. (in particular the talking animals' role in the worldbuilding heavily mirrors Black americans irl, which holy shit there is so much to unpack there all by itself. there is So Much)

(fun little bonus on the side: he's kept in a cell with extremely bright blue/white light 24/7, at an angle where it'd be even more difficult to block it out than if it were overhead. this would make it impossible to get any decent fucking sleep, which is widely recognized as one of the worst forms of torture to exist. they did this to him for 20 years straight.)

so, to recap: gay man and analogue for disabled people/POC, who is also portrayed as an ~evil crazy malicious psychopath,~ is kept in not only a display case for scientific specimens, but one specifically made--in-universe and out--to recreate something that is done to his demographic as a metaphorical disabled person/POC.

and not only that, and not only do people talk about him--in front of him, like he's not even there--as a specimen while gawking at him in this position, but he is being displayed like the stuffed and mounted corpse of a disabled person/POC.

he is said to belong on that display for 'the rest of his miserable [disabled/POC] life.' no one disagrees with this. he's painted as smugly bullying the violent abusive guard. in general he's portrayed as Scary and Evil Now for having been in this situation. and when he escapes, it kicks off what end up being the most heavy-duty problems for the protagonists, which result in the Bad Ending for the nibiru timeline; if he had stayed there, continued to be objectified and tortured with homophobic/racist/ableist violence for the rest of his life, the timeline almost certainly wouldn't have been doomed.

and they used a real person's autobiography about their experiences with psychiatric abuse for this. and to position them in the role of someone it should have not only happened to, but been even more horrifically dehumanizing and cruel.

yeah. i..... yeah.

the creators of this show are genuinely really good at putting together layered references like this, some more obscure than others, which are rewarding to discover and add depth when you do, and it is a crying fucking shame that they like to use it for shit like this. god damn lmao

#sdmi #scooby doo: mystery incorporated #professor pericles #cws in post #SDMItag #this is also why i very firmly believe that Other Parrot Behaviors of his were completely intentional #and i will be linking back to this post in future as evidence for that lmfao #anyway yeah jesus fucking christ i am defensive of pericles for A Few Reasons if You Can't Tell #do nooootttt get me started on the racism #uppity runaway slave who objects to being considered subordinate; inferior; an animal; and someone else's property #will get violent revenge on his oppressors the moment he embraces that objection and escapes imprisonment #and is only unhappy with being property because he's been driven crazy with Doesn't Want to Be Owned by Other People Syndrome #in the Good Timeline he does not have this syndrome; and he actively embraces exactly the degrading dehumanizing role he hated #and refused to accept and dedicated his life to breaking out of in the Bad Timeline where he's evil and crazy #this is used by other people to publicly humiliate him for profit; which he's Totally Not Humiliated by He's Happy Like This You Guys #sure cool great why not #love it #SDMIcrit tag #the crit files #thecottageinthedark