#They'll get better one day. BUT RN-

[imminent-danger-came]

Hi again! Listen, if we indeed get the MK vs SWK fight you've been predicting, I want it to be CATHARTIC. I want both parties fighting to show the RAWEST, UGLIEST, MOST FUCKED UP parts of themselves to each other without holding back, and embrace those parts in one another wholeheartedly just as much at the end. And I don't want this fight to be at the end of the show, no, I want it to be inn the midle of the show run, not even just a few episodes spare afterwards but several seasons, to see them work on the ruined previous framework and build on it as a sturdier, more stable foundation, and I want to see it unfold and develop in the show. I want to see them fight together with that new bond against the big boss or whatever passes as it. I think what I'm trying to say is Eldritch!MK better not be the last boss, and that even in a fight with out-of-control MK, SWK still unconsciously holds back even if he doesn’t want to. Also for Wukong to show his OG power in its full glory at the end against the final boss who is hopefully not Eldritch MK. You may disagree with some of my points but we can agree to disagree. Eat fruits!

DUDE. YES.

In my mind I've never thought of Eldritch!MK as the final big bad, legitimately. Which now I realize that's kinda silly, because the show could go that direction, but in my mind MK would be pushed further down a path of chaos by being manipulated by our new antagonist. This isn't something he would want ("This isn't what I wanted!" for the sweet sweet Azure parallel), but something he'd be pushed into—whether through manipulation, or past memories, or some reveal or WHATEVER it is that pushes him to the brink.

Ultimately however, MK has to eventually defy his fate and use his powers to leave the world "better than he found it"—he has to come to terms with the fact that he'll hurt people, and people will hurt him, and that's how life works. He ultimately has to accept himself. Being the "final boss" of the show would leave very little time for MK to truly learn to love himself and learn who he truly is, which is why I think it probably won't happen. Maybe he'd be the final boss of a season—but certainly not the show as a whole.

But a cathartic and messy Wukong and MK fight? That's something I am hoping we get, and think we definitely have the potential to get! Here's a short list of people who have chewed Wukong out thus far:

Mei (3x10)

Macaque (4x11)

Curse MK (4x07)

Azure (4x13)

Pigsy (2x10)

Ne Zha (3x01, 3x10)

Now, with how often it's brought up the ways in which Wukong has failed MK...don't you think MK should have a turn here? MK gets close in 2x07, but there he's yelling at Macaque disguised as Wukong, so obviously that doesn't count. We are long overdue for MK himself laying out all of the hurt and anger he's been holding onto for 4 seasons—that itself needs to happen, whether it's through a physical fight or not.

And after finally, EVERYTHING is out in the open, they can build their relationship stronger than it was before. I, like you, really do hope Wukong and MK (or even MK and Mei tbh) fight together against our last big bad. Honestly watching them fight together in 4x13 was so fulfilling, seeing them bounce off one another and work together just like MK always wanted.

However, I am also ready for them to tear each other apart (MK for SWK literally, but SWK for MK probably metaphorically lol) and then build each other back up, both of them fully accepting each other, flaws and all. Just because you love each other doesn't mean you won't hurt one another, you know? Just because you love someone doesn't mean they're not flawed. And in some ways, I think both Sun Wukong and MK need to accept that fact about each other. Like, this confrontation needs to be MESSY and RAW, and I think a climatic anime battle is a great way to do that (4x13 MK V Azure fight proving my point perfectly, or honestly even something like Samadhi Fire Mei in 3x10).

But those are just my thoughts!

[attackoneyebrows]

i miss you.

[vitiateoriginator]

Mentally preparing myself to go into work and argue with my managers-yet again-about scheduling me to work on Tuesdays. They know that's the one day I have no availability. I can work all the other days of the week, anytime they want, just not Tuesday. Yet every now and then they conveniently "forget", and schedule me to work that day. They did it for this week and next week. They'll probably ask me to "make an exception" this time. Absolutely not.

Once a few months ago I did that, because we were preparing for a corporate visit, and then they argued with me for 2 weeks that I should be able to work Tuesdays since I was able to come in that one time. You give em an inch and they take a mile. Never again.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

"remember that time when-" ft. r.zoro!

ft. zoro x fem!reader

set-up: you're pms-ing and this man is your greatest friend and even greater enemy rn (but you know you love him); drabbles to soothe your delusional soul <3

warnings: none! very wholesome lol

-contrary to popular belief, this man actually knows what periods are (wow, the bare minimum!!!) - when he was younger, he had listened to kuina go on about being a woman and its disadvantages and all and i believe he thought she was talking smack (i mean at the end of the day, "a swordsman is just a swordsman") - so when 15 year old zoro stumbled across a library, he decided to waltz in and just pick up a random biology book to understand female anatomy (it happened one after the other, completely unplanned) - when i tell you his little fifteen year old pea-sized brain was blown away (he learnt way more than he probably should have) - (please i beg u he can read, trust me 😭😭) - but just because he knows its a thing doesn't mean he understands it. so, yeah, he actually does know what it is, he simply does not care - in his logic, he had bled multiple times and still always bounces back so like what's the big deal??? "what's the big deal? it's just blood" he's sipping on a bottle of sake, gulping down its remnants in a single breath when you had complained about cramps one evening "excuse me?" nami is ready to strike him down "i said its just blood" - nami did, infact, then strike him down - post-dating zoro still thinks its no biggie "oi, yn" he's poking your shoulder, "what's wrong?" "cramps" you grumble against the pillow he laughs, "ah, they'll go away, get up and get going now. don't sulk around, you're my fav ketchup packet" "tf did you just say?" "ketchup packet?" - you refused to talk to this man for the next two days - at the end of the second day, he had to write a formal apology (with chopper's help) and speak it out loud before you started entertaining his bullshit again - see the thing is this mf is reserved, superhuman and has an absurdly high pain tolerance so it's hard for him to sympathize exactly - he once caught you crying cause you had seen a mama chimpanzee kiss it's baby chimpanzee and hug it tightly and he will forever bring it up "zoro you remember that time you got lost in dru-" "yn, remember that time, we were passing through a jungle and you saw some chimp-" he ended up getting a sucker punch to the face he deserved it. - but just because words aren't his thing doesn't mean he isn't looking out for you - everytime you're laying there on the bed, unmoving, he'd wordlessly crawl into the bed next to you. he's give you a gentle back massage or start rubbing soothing patterns onto your belly "you want something?" he mumbles slowly, hands skimming softly over your waist - this man would not and i repeat absolutely would not allow you to do any physically demanding work though "hey, let me handle that" "zoro, i am not a child!" "you sure look like one to me." he snickers, "remember the time you saw that mom chimpan-" "zORO FUCK OFF!!" - you need something from the top shelf? he got it. you are helping ussop carry gunpowder from the storage? go sit down, your boyfriend's got it - does it sometime frustrate you? yes - does the crew use this opportunity to make his lazy ass do a fuck lot of chores? also yes - he will still 100% make ketchup jokes (he's gross like that) - but name one man who'll treat you more gently than this bozo, i dare you - it might be something as lame as a period, doesn't mean he woudn't go to the end of the world to make you feel slightly better (even if he teases you about it endlessly)

sanji's part <3 luff's part <3

[mayoonn]

omgomg glad ure willing to write for them!! can i request a domtop!sugar daddy arlecchino x subbttm!sugarbaby m reader? i cant think of any plot rn soo the plot is up to yoou :D have a great daay dear ♡

Thank you for the request, dear! I hope you have a wonderful day ♡

I'm a sucker for arlecchino, especially if it's sugar daddy/baby dynamics. If you have another in mind, dear then please do tell me because I'm glad to do another (*´▽｀)ﾉﾉ ♥︎

(Domtop! Arlecchino, Subbttm! Male reader, male reader can be trans or cis, sugar daddy/baby dynamics, sweet fluff, mention of your past/trauma, mention of abuse and SA)

Arlecchino always smothered you with gifts and jewelry whether it's expensive or not. Not only that she is the best at giving pleasure, it's always so romantic with her that she never failed to make you fall for her harder. It was shocking someone like her could love someone like you or so you assumed. You're only there with arlecchino because she bought you at the auction. So pretty and sweet with that cute red lingerie, of course arlecchino bought you, you're a perfect match for her. When you're on the stage, she noticed how there are small bruises here and there and you're quivering in fear like a rabbit that's ready to flee at any moment. You couldn't because of the chain between your neck and your leg, oh poor you! Don't worry! Arlecchino is here now, dear.

Once you were sold to her, she went backstage. Of course, the men there didn't care about you! Always so rough on you and pushes you to her, she would've killed them right there if you weren't shivering and clinging to her body. She did not want to know what the men had done to your body, all she knows is that you're in her safe hands. Arlecchino just narrowed her eyes at the men as she covered your body with her coat and gently guided you out of that disgusting place.

You didn't know what to do, all you were taught was to accept any of your daddy's order and just be obedient. One, you were afraid that you would get caught escaping from her. Arlecchino didn't know that the disgusting place over there was such a scammer! Sure you could just live with her forever but you believe from a very young age that if you would stay with anyone longer than a month or so, you'll end up good as dead. You didn't want that, you also don't have anywhere to go so you go back to that place..

For a month, you don't trust arlecchino even if she's showering you with gentle love and gifts. You accepted it but you didn't return it. You believe everyone, men or not, they'll always use your body and dump you in dark, cold places. The more you get showered, the flustered you get. Arlecchino never forces you to bed with her, never forces you to wear lingerie or anything that is uncomfortable and it confuses you. What if it's her plan and she's just waiting for you to drop down your guard so she can break you!? It bothered you so much that you finally confronted her.

Your cheeks puffed out as you were ready to defend yourself whenever it goes ugly. Your brows furrowed and you're looking down at arlecchino with your arms crossed, yet arlecchino stared up at you with amusement. She chuckled and you started to blush, it was embarrassing when she's dressing you with the finest clothes and here you are, demanding an explanation from her when she kneels down for you. "Why? Such a doll you are, sweetie. Always behaving well, don't you think you deserve better from me?" There it is, you blushed harder than before. You swear you could faint from her stares and her smirks. Oh, why does she have to be so romantic with you?

You are beginning to drop your guard down around her once a while, sometimes you actually want to be with her all the time. You spend all your moments with her, whether she's doing her work, eating, sleeping, you're always there with her. You actually enjoy her company, her gentle touch, her kisses and even when she's spoiling you rotten. One of your favorite moments is her aftercare, you on her lap while she kisses your swollen lips over and over again. She appreciated your love, she wanted to show it to you.

"Still so sensitive? I'm so sorry, baby but I can't help when you're begging for daddy" she smirked as she rubbed your thigh and gave you a kiss. You pouted, your arms wrapped around her neck and hid your face in her breasts. Your body is filled with bite marks and lipstick marks while her body is filled with your scratch marks. Sometimes she teases you, comparing yourself to a small kitten and that flustered you so much! Oh how lucky you are to have her, you wonder if you could be with her forever.. Maybe you could propose to her one day and have a family together, you smiled to yourself at the thought of it ♡

[cookinguptales]

So… last week I made a vent post about an accessibility issue I’d had with some podcasters. I really only meant for the post to be read by my followers (who to my knowledge aren’t familiar with the podcast in question) which is why I put minimal tags on it and didn’t name the show.

But… the post got legs that I wasn’t expecting, and eventually a lot of people asked for the name of the show. I hadn’t intended on creating a whole big thing, so I was kind of reluctant, but I did see the logic in what they were saying — as a disabled woman myself, I would also want to know if I were supporting podcasters whose values did not align with mine. So I told people quietly in the notes that the show had been Old Gods of Appalachia.

Things… did not stay quiet.

Frankly speaking, one of the reasons why I don’t write as many posts about disability and ableism these days is because I got tired of people writing to me and telling me that people like me should be dead. So you can imagine what kind of fucking week I’ve been having since all that blew up. It’s been a very high symptom week, too, so I’m just. Very tired and stressed rn.

Personally, I’d be happy to never talk about it again and try to get back to my everyday life, but I did think it was important to note that the creators of OGOA must have gotten wind of the post, and they did contact me.

I won’t post the whole email here, but it was a good response. Since seeing my post, they’d tried getting in contact with the venue and realized very quickly why I’d been so frustrated. They ended up needing to go through their booking agent to get any kind of answers — so like, to the people who sent me a thousand messages telling me I was an entitled idiot who just needed to contact the venue, please know that none of you were remotely helpful.

Again, I’m not going to post the entire email, but I did think it was important to be fair and use the same platform that I used to vent to tell people that they seem committed to doing better in the future. They told me that they would be making sure that they have all this information going forward and that they would no longer allow it to be such a barrier to entry for disabled fans.

They invited me back to the show and… god, I’ll admit it. I really had to think about my answer. Not to sound ungrateful, but after the week I’ve had, even thinking about the podcast, the podcasters, and that damn live show has me stressed af. I had to really consider whether I even wanted to go.

But in the months since I first contacted them, they added a show that’s a lot closer to where I live, so rather than a weekend trip, I could just take a single bus. And it’s near one of my favorite Japanese restaurants in the city, so if all else fails, I can at least have some good katsudon. So I will be going to the Philadelphia show.

(Though for fellow disabled fans, Terakawa Ramen is not wheelchair accessible. 🙃 Most days I can do the two steps into the restaurant, but not always. Philly, I love and loathe you.)

Anyway, I wanted to reply to them before I made a post here, but… yeah. We’ve worked things out, I think. Only the future can tell what they'll do going forward but they do seem committed to doing better.

To me, there are always two goals when I write about disability and ableism. The first is that disabled people will feel seen. That is always, always my primary goal. It’s so easy for us to feel invisible and unimportant, and I always want to make you all feel seen, just like I want to feel seen. The second is that able-bodied folks will listen and learn and do their best to support their disabled peers in the future.

So… I think that my post managed to fulfill both of those goals. A lot of disabled people have reblogged that post and have talked about their own experiences, and a lot of them have explicitly said how much that post makes them feel seen. And the podcasters in question seem to have really reflected on their actions and seem to want to do better going forward.

So as incredibly fucking stressed out as I’ve been, I guess I can’t regret making the post. It’s always good to know that your words can have impact. The post has long since moved out of my friends circle so I assume it’ll just keep circulating and I’ll keep getting shitty anons and chat messages, but I’m just gonna focus on what good has come from it. I’m hopeful that my post will make life tangibly better for at least a few disabled people, and I’m encouraged by the fact that podcasters who I’d formerly liked do actually seem to want to do the work needed to improve.

And uh I’m not answering any more messages from people who just wanna swear at me. I’m tired. Leave me alone.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

helloooo have a messy scribble page of oc concepts. unfortunately, im in love and will now proceed to ramble At Length

but before that! rudimentary height chart!

all i know rn is Mairy - the cow - is about the same height as Howdy/Barnaby/Poppy (around 8ft), Hettie & Daisy are in the Wally/Julie/Sally category (around 3ft), and Jesterly is more Frank/Eddie (around 4ft). Derry Drake is fuckoff huge, and Casey is... idk really. tall but not That tall

so. rambles. i... have those, yeah

Mairy Love - she/her - lesbian a gorgeous white/blue cow! originally she was gonna be pink/white, but blue/white is my favorite color combo and honestly? it's dairy colors to me. she's big! she's strong! she's very gentle and sweet but also takes shit from no one, even though she doesn't like confrontation much (unless its playful roughhousing! jokes fly completely over her head! i'm thinking she tends to a lovely orchard of various fruit trees, and probably cultivates some crops for fun as well. maybe seasonal ones? pumpkins for the spooky season, fir trees for those snowy days, etc.

Casey J. Mittens - he/him - aro this orange fella is scaredy cat central! unfortunately for him, he's also curious to a fault! curiosity killed the cat, and he fears the day that rings true for him! he'd rather curl up at home or in a cozy tree, crocheting something cute from one of his many balls of yarn than do anything else. he tries to be a voice of reason, but is too easily convinced otherwise. he's that friend who says "we shouldn't be doing this" as he wholeheartedly assists in the shenanigan in question.

Hettie (currently undecided) - she/her - bi true to her honeybee heritage, Hettie is a florist! she boasts an impressive array of flowers that she tends to like her life depends on it. she's always running around to make sure they're all getting the best care - and she's always checking in on her pals to make sure they're taken care of, too. she's a busy bee who wouldn't know a day's rest if it stung her on the ass! It takes a lot to make her mad, but everybody better watch out when her wings start buzzing

Daisy Hop - she/him - pan i actually created Daisy as a supplementary character for a certain au, but realized i could find a place for her in this little group. i'm thinking he runs a little shop - a roadside stall, more like - where she can both sell her own homemade candy & his friends' stuff! she's the only one in the group that can keep up with Hettie's energy, and even surpass it at times. though unlike Hettie, Daisy knows how to take (and appreciate) a break!

Jesterly - whatever/is/funniest - Derry a menace. they love pranks above all else, oftentimes at the expense of others. he's always up to something and is never not scheming something! there's always Someone to bother! in all honesty she's more like an annoying stray cat that no one can get rid of... and they better not try, or they'll face the wrath of this fool's Very large partner! The jester's cap never comes off, and neither does the mask!

Derry Drake - they/them - Jesterly there's no sugarcoating it - Derry is a big lazy grump! it's almost impossible to get them out of their cave, or off of any place they decide to nap. the only thing that can reliably get them moving is the promise - or prospect - of food. it's a wonder how they've accumulated such a hoard of random things in the back of their cave, seeing as they rarely get up at all. they're incredibly nearsighted and bite first, ask questions later - after all, who knows if the colorful blob in front of them is food or not! better to be safe than hungry!

currently in my mind they have their own little community deep in the woods. Daisy lives in a modified burrow, Maisy has a cute farmhouse, Casey lives in a cozy treehouse, Hettie has a small cottage, and Derry & Jesterly live in a cave. within their community, they share practically everything. want a snack? pluck something from the orchard. need a new pair of mittens? ask Casey! i suppose you could say they're communists <3 (except for Daisy. she won't charge his friends, but anyone else is free game)

Mairy and Hettie have romantic tension, Daisy and Derry are the only ones who can tolerate Jes, Mairy wants Jes dead, Casey is terrified of Derry, Daisy's rapid-fire speech confuses everyone but Hettie, etc. i should make a chart for funsies...

[reesespeanutbutterfuck]

imperfectionist (vinny hong x jo!reader)

jay jo's imperfectionist sister meets the flawful vinny hong.

part 1

part 2

pairing: vinny hong x jo!fem!reader

warnings: fem!reader, gifted!reader, cursing, mentions of blood & violence, mentions/flashbacks to vinny's shitty childhood. jo!reader (jay is reader's 1 year older brother, but they're in the same class), physical descriptions (resemblance to jay, jay's mother, heavily implied asian features) intelligent!reader, female rage, implications of academic pressure, middle child problems, second person's pov (you, you're, your), ANGSTY, lowkey self-indulgent, SPOILERS everywhere, includes momma bear vinny but then reader is also kind of a momma bear, reader is NOT yumi, but yumi still exists here. lmk if i forgot anyth

note: i can't stop tossing and turning while reading s4 lol. our vinny pls come back now im bawling my eyes rn

———

None of the recontres you had with Vinny Hong in the entirety of your life was normal.

The first time you encountered him was when you accidentally bumped into him in a vulnerable state while walking home under a light rain shower after a tiring day volunteering at the hospital your parents were working in. The light pouring rain hit your umbrella with soft thuds as you were finding your way through the alley you accidentally passed by after taking an alternative route, but getting a little lost in the process.

You shuddered when you heard a groan. You immediately looked around and kept your guard up in case it was a kidnapper. But no, it sounded like one of pain. Stopping your tracks and pulling over your feet, you looked around the alley. Your eyes expectantly scanned until your eyes found the source of the grumbling noise. There he was, slumped against the wall.

I knew it. you thought.

It was a man. How cliché. His head was bowed down so he couldn't see you. Let me guess, a high school boy was mobbed and injured somewhere and now is left to die in a dark alley to be found lifeless once the sun rises?

You scoffed. If only you had all the time in the world to be a delinquent, that will most likely be where you're meant for. These high school boys are wasting their lives when they unknowingly have the time to choose to be a better person. You discreetly envied how these kinds of people can still choose how they'll live their lives—regardless of presence of sense for separating actions between good and bad.

And so you walked past the alley.

Your steps slowed down as the man groaned again, this time followed by a rustle. A slight pang of guilt forming in the pit of your stomach. Damn it, this wasn't…

You reluctantly looked back to where the man sat. You've always sworn your life you wouldn't meddle in anything that wasn't your business. But for some reason, the guilt of having the ability to help but refusing to, drowned your fixed principle.

Just as you were having an inner banter with yourself, your feet made the decision for you instead and took you to him. You pushed the button on your umbrella to automatically close it, pointing the sharp end to the stranger. You weren't even sure if he's still alive because he suddenly quieted down after that last groan. Only the light from the nearest post gave you an unclear sight of the man and the fluff of his fiery red hair.

One of his hands fell limp on the floor while the other was covering his wound. It seemed like he's been in the same spot for minutes yet the distinct bright colour of fresh blood told you the injury happened not very a while ago. You weren't sure of how to approach him properly, so you lightly kicked his leg once, but he didn't respond. So you kicked him for the second time, this time, harder. Finally, he responded by quietly groaning in pain once again.

“Who… the hell… are you…?” He weakly questioned as looked up to squint and take in your face, but your figure was against the light from the lamp post, so your silhouette was the only thing he's capable of registering. Even when in pain, his voice still sounded atrocious. Like he's someone used to speaking to people harshly. Luckily, you weren't intimidated for a single bit. It'll take a lot more than harsh tones to drive you away. You've been there.

You fumbled inside your tote bag to search for your phone, “Who are you to ask?” When you got ahold of your phone, you turned the flashlight on and you got a clearer view of the blood oozing out of this stranger's side, staining his hand in the process. It looked like a stab wound, judging from the volume of the blood oozing out from the wound.

“As expected.” You raised your hand to point the sharp end of your umbrella to him once again. “I will help you. But if you attempt to do anything funny, I'll stab you on your other side, too.”

Your first option as was to call immediate professional help. As you tried to dial the hospital hotline to call an ambulance, your phone kept indicating there was no service. The signal's jammed. You almost threw your phone to the nearest wall out of frustration as you hit the side of it with your palm. You side-eyed the man behind you. Shit. Now what? This kind of stab wound is fatal, especially because he already lost plenty of blood beforehand. It wouldn't bleed that much if the penetration wasn't deep. It might have even hit a vital spot. Calling for help now will be difficult because of this deserted alley and the continuous pour of the rain didn't help either, plus, your phone has no service.

“..I don't need… your help...!” he glared at your silhouette and cursed himself as he shut his eyes tightly while attempting to sit upright, enduring the excruciating pain on his side.

“You're quite obnoxious for a dying man.” You looked around to search for more resources. This is a closed alley. If you leave him here for another minute to find help, he might completely lose his consciousness, he was already limp in the first place. You were left with no choice. Your hand hesitantly reached to fumble around your bag once again until you got an OS, gauze pads and sterilized medical stitching needles.

Your mother would be furious if ever she finds out you stitched a stranger's wounds. You can only imagine her yelling, “Patients are not your playthings and the Medical field is not your playground! Who are you to perform Medical procedures? You're not even a Doctor yet!” Yeah, for sure Dra. Jo wouldn't be so pleased to find out her daughter's attempt to fix someone up. You kneeled and looked at the stranger. You needed to gain his trust as professionally as possible.

“I won't ask your name since you're clearly hard to talk to. I'm [Y/N]. I'm no Guardian angel of yours. I do light voluntary work in hospitals and I have current trainings on how to attend to emergency patients. But I'm still a high school student so I'm not yet licensed. Anyway, going to a hospital will always be the safest option, but I have knowledge about stitching wounds, at least. I'm going to temporarily stitch you up really quick so you don't lose more blood, then we'll get you to a hospital once I find phone service.”

You surveyed his overall state, he looked very pale, although it's easy to tell that he's naturally pale, by losing a lot of blood, he's getting even paler each passing second. You were running out of time.

“Do you consent to this?” You asked him calmly through your glasses.

He breathed out heavily. You knew he was wary and reluctant. Which is understandable. But if it's not you, who else will do it? You heaved a sympathetic sigh. As you unemotionally tell him about the circumstances of his skepticality, that you well acknowledge.

“Hey, you might have a family member waiting for you at home. They would be devastated to just hear from the news that you were found dispatched and lifeless out here in the morning.” you looked around, left and right. “I won't force your consent out. I haven't touched you anywhere yet and I wouldn't if you don't want me to, so I can just leave you here, without me being a potential suspect of your murder. But you should probably think about the ones that didn't know their last sight of you alive was the last they'll get, ever.”

He looks at you for a few seconds while he grits his teeth, before he slowly, lightly nods. Shutting his eyes and removing his hand from covering the wound, implying that he had put his trust in you.

You checked his carotid pulse first. Just as you thought. Erratic and weakened. And then looked over to watch the shallow rise and fall of his shoulders. Shallow breathing... He definitely lost a high volume of blood already. You hastily started disinfecting everything—your hands, the tools, even the gloves. You checked his expression. You gave him a heads-up before lifting the side of his shirt to attend to the wound properly. You began working up and stitching the wound on his right side. You looked at his face once again that's being covered by the shade of the unfinished constructions caging the alley, while going through your first stitch.

“I'm sorry, this is the only option, for now. I'll find more professional help after this.”

He had no more energy left to open his mouth and reply. He grunts in pain while you were busy ushing the needle through-and-through. You asked him to bite down on a cloth while enduring the pain, since you didn't have anesthesia and he can feel every poke of the needle on his skin. You stitched him with precision with your skilled hands. Your hands were painted crimson red during the process.

This wasn't your first time stitching. You've done this a couple of times—but only to a simulator. You pulled yourself together as you kept in mind that a person's life is in your hands this time.

While you were focusing on the stitches, all the stranger can muster are croaky groans, as the pain of the wound and the stitches stung, so you tried to do it faster. When you were done, while wiping your blood-stained hands, you noticed how his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he was wincing in pain. He tried to look up at you again, but his sight of you was blurry.

“Don't worry, that'll be removed at once when you're taken to the hospital. What I did is only first aid, and you already lost a lot of blood so we still need to get you to the hospital as soon as possible.”

You pushed your knees to stand up and find phone signal, but before you can, his hand rose and reached for yours.

“No.” He clutched your hand to stop you. His hand was rough—and also large. You have large hands for a female, but his hand almost completely enveloped yours.

The side of your lips shifted downward while looking down at him. “You must really want to die.”

He gripped your hand tightly from the severe pain he's enduring. You know how much pain he's going through right now and he didn't mean to do so, so you let him squeeze your hand.

“I would rather die… than pay a hospital bill.” he weakly held on to you, falling completely unconscious. His head fell on your lap. You furrowed your brows and put his head into a more comfortable position.

Oh, so he was serious on dying?

You coming to his rescue definitely doesn't just end with a few stitches.

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please bear with me, you guys. i wrote this way past my bedtime before a 7am class so it's yet still unedited lol ! always remember to put seeking professional help as top priority if you ever encounter this kinda scenario irl

[lovesick-feelings]

UPDATE: This is just a repost for the tags. The original reblog will be kept up! Original AU made by @soleilxe please go check out their blog they are a genius (๑♡ ⌓♡๑)

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I had to get this one out in case the DLC mysteriously dropped out of nowhere! (ʘᗩʘ’)

I absolutely love this AU so much! I am telling you rn that when I first read this I couldn't stop thinking about it and i was so sad that it was never expanded! So I ended up drawing a small comic (this is like my first time doing something like this so sorry if its messy! ) and that was supposed to be it but I ended up writing a short fic as well (⌒_⌒;) Btw this is just my spin on things so sorry if I made any errors!

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"Irreparable," the company claimed. It made no sense to Sun and Moon. From what they know the incident occurred the night an unexpected visitor came by. On the morning management came in, they were met with their main star missing, busted animatronics, and a disheveled mall. To think that the boy they met that fateful night caused all this was… strange, to say the least. At least they were perfectly fine! Yeah, they had a bit of trouble avoiding the flames resulting in slight damage but they were working! With a few repairs and replacements, everything would be right as rain! However, that didn't stop Fazbear Mall from permanently shutting its doors. 

Even after conversations they overheard between co-workers, workers leaving as soon as they arrived with salvaged valuables, and the final click of the lock shutting the doors permanently, Sun was in denial. 

"They'll come back for us! We'll just have to wait till then!" Although Moon was still troubled by the events that night, he still held onto hope.

"Yes, yes you're right. In the meantime, we should clean up~" 

"That's the spirit!" Sun cheered.

The first few months played out like this: waiting and cleaning up whatever they could in anticipation that the company or someone would return. However, those beliefs slowly slipped away with each passing month. Sun tried so hard to keep them distracted from their situation but it’s difficult when you wake up in the same hell every day. Nowadays when he tries to comfort Moon every word comes out unsteady. If only he could make them more believable.

Moon couldn't handle it. It was all his fault. If he'd just fought back none of this would have happened. But how could you fight against something you didn’t know was coming? The night he became corrupted haunted him endlessly. It didn’t help that they also became more beat-up after several failed escapes he made. Though he was grateful for his brother's support, it felt more like lies and empty promises as time passed. Failure after failure, shame, and guilt built up. It was always at his lowest when he felt the same corrupt urges he had that fateful night back.  

"SHUT IT! JUST SHUT IT! IT'S THE SAME THING EVERY SINGLE DAY! NO ONE IS COMING FOR US!!" 

"...sorry" Sun whimpered. 

It was always too late by the time he snapped back to his senses. It was like he was stuck in an endless loop of mistakes. All he could do was apologize and blame himself again.

With no business and no people to tend to days have been spent pacing and cleaning the decrepit daycare. Today was no different. Sun wiped his hands in the desk cabinet causing thick layers of dust to fly in every direction. Every item out of place has already been put back in its original spot long ago. All there was left was the tedious task of wiping away dust.

Moon never understood why he was so keen on getting into the smallest crevices. He couldn’t deny he had his fastidious tendencies but Sun always went above him. He always claimed it was a good way to pass time but Moon knew better. Even with the new body allowing both of them to be present at once Sun still was never the biggest fan of shutting down for long periods. Normally, Moon would push him into resting but Sun seemed to be in a better mood today and he didn't want to disturb him.

The crash of crumbling rubble made them jump from their spot. It was loud enough to hear across the daycare. Their eyes were drawn to the ceiling and they noticed a huge hole. Sun frowned. Was the building finally caving down?

"Must've been a rat"

"whAT?-" Sun choked out.

"What do you mean by a rat? A rat does not cause a hole in the ceiling to collapse!" Moon's only response was a shrug. From where they were it looked like it was around the ball pit area.

"Let’s check it to see-"

"NO"

"WhaT WHy?" Sun’s voice glitched from surprise. He didn’t expect such a sudden response.

"Because it's most likely nothing. The building is just deteriorating again…" He stated plain and simple.

"Well yes but-” Sun paused for a moment, “B-but we may as well check to make sure nothing is wrong!" Moon didn't respond. It’s going to be nothing again and he really wasn’t up for disappointment. Knowing Sun, they were bound to end up there regardless.

"Okay," he grumbled. Moon could feel Sun slightly bounce up. He sighed as they walked around the desk and towards the ball pit. As they continue their journey, Sun can sense Moon slowing down.

"Moon, what's wrong?-"

"Shhh listen" Sun paused. He didn't know what he was trying to listen to but he did so anyway. There was something in the distance. Were those… footsteps? The bots trudged closer to the sound quietly. For the first time in ages, their sensors picked up someone.

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"Dammit..."

This was your fifth time wiping your clothes off debris. You knew buildings like this had weak floors but you didn't expect it to give in that easily! You would say you’ve been through worse but you’ve never been through something like this. You’re honestly not sure if watching Youtube videos of failed urban exploring counts as an experience. 

This was supposed to be your biggest project yet. Entering the abandoned Pizzaplex had been done before but nobody had ever explored past the ground floor. You had one goal: Record as much exploration as your camera storage will allow, upload all footage to your channel, and satisfy the hungry viewers with the possibility of getting that sweet YouTube money. What you hadn’t anticipated was falling through the floor and being trapped in one of the areas 30 minutes into your exploration. Now you have to find a way out.

 You looked back at the ball pit and shuddered, thinking of what might have happened if it hadn't stopped your fall. Walking over the chipped rainbow bridge you pulled out your flashlight and observed what was in front of you. You had to admit the place didn’t age as badly as you thought! It has its flaws from the fire but you were surprised by how much stuff still survived.

The bright cheery colors that once painted this daycare have dulled to darker hues. Somehow the kid's chairs were neatly pushed into the tables and toy barrels were still stacked on top of each other. You looked over the massive play structure. They were still standing strong and tall beside some large dark spots in some areas which you assumed was also caused by the fire. A few of the giant mascot cutouts were hanging on the sides while others that had fallen were carefully propped up against the walls. When you shined your light on one of the aisles, the light didn't reach much distance.

"Geez this place is huge..."

You took a few steps before hearing a scuffle. For a second, you assumed it was some small animal. At least that's what you hoped it was. You were about to turn back when you heard it again. You whipped your flashlight in the sound’s direction.

"Hello!?" You kinda cringed at how hoarse your voice came out. You darted your flashlight for a bit until you caught it. You froze. How long was it standing there? You pointed your light at the animatronic.

Even from a distance, you could tell how huge the animatronic were. A split separated the two sides, which gave the appearance of two heads. Among them, one half had dark yellow skin and a crown that resembled rays from the sun, while the other half had darker blue skin with a nightcap resembling a moon. Each had two pairs of arms. Their clothes or at least what remained of them were tattered. Parts of their endoskeleton are exposed most noticeably on their face. Their glowing eyes pierced your soul. What felt like hours of silence were finally broken when their soft chuckles turned into hysterical laughter.

"NEW FRIEND!!"

"NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE!" You bolted in the opposite direction of the playground. As you ran you tried dodging as much debris as you could without falling over. As you approached the wall you could see large wooden doors. That's the exit! You weren't able to slow down your speed in time causing you to slam your arm against the door. Thanks to your adrenaline pumping you couldn't feel a thing. You tried pulling open the door only to hear clicking noises. IT’S FUCKING LOCKED!!!

“New friend!”

“New friend~”

“New friend!”

Their calls were growing closer.

You looked around until you crawled into one of the kiddie slides. You climbed your way up, lying flat on your stomach. You were pretty high up. There was no way they could see you as long as you didn't lean against the bars. The metal grating grows louder as the robot approaches where you once stood.

"N-new friend please cOME BaCK!!" He wailed in distress like a mother trying to find her lost infant.

“Shhh you’re going to scare them~” You gritted your teeth. Yeah, like they hadn’t scared you to death already. Unlike the other voice, this one was hushed and calm. As if it was a situation he knew all too well. The other voice gasped and quietly apologized. 

"Where are you, new friend?~" There was intense silence. They let out what sounded like a disgruntled sigh before the scraping faded away. Once you were sure they were gone you took a breath of relief. You didn't realize you were holding your breath the whole time. Your heartbeat was so loud you were afraid they would hear it. 'What even was that…?' You tried to recollect your thoughts. Everything happened so fast that you couldn't comprehend what was happening. When you tried thinking back about what happened all your mind could replay was the moment you stared into their ghostly irises.

'Okay, that's enough…’ You sat up. Another deep breath calmed your heart. There has to be another way out of here. You peer through the cage. From your vantage point, you couldn’t get much. There were only two things you could see from where you were: the front desk and the children's pit in front of it. You had to get a better view but how? You sure as hell wasn’t about to sneak down again. You looked towards the bridge connecting the two playgrounds. Despite its aging, it still looked sturdy enough to cross. Maybe this was your chance? You didn’t want to risk getting caught but you also didn’t want to die either. Well, there's only one way to find out… 

A small knock made you recoil back. You turned your head to the slide you came from. No. There’s no way they could get in here. With how big and clunky the animatronic look, they’d probably fall apart the moment you hit them. 

Upon getting up, you were met with jelly legs. You're gonna have to crawl this one out. You navigated carefully through the colorful maze. The number of dead ends you ran into got ridiculous. Sometimes you felt like you were crawling in circles until you finally found it. You silently cheered for yourself. The bridge was only a turn away!

Something wrapped around your ankle before you took another step. Your head spins to see several pairs of hands gripping your ankle. You couldn't scream before those hands brutally dragged your body down the slide. The suddenness of it all caused your head to bang against a turn. You hit the floor with a loud thud holding your head. All you could do was lay limp on the foam flooring. What even happened? You could feel your head throbbing from the pain. A giant shadow loomed over your figure. Rough, metal arms wrap themselves around you in a cold embrace. 

“Found you, friend, ~” The two laughed together making a strange combination of a cackle and a giggle. You wish you could fight back but you feel so nauseous and weak. All you could do was stand there awkwardly as you got crushed. Dread overwhelms your body.

“We were so worried about you, friend! You shouldn’t run away like that! I-I mean what if you got lost or h-URT!?” Their grasp on you was tightened as he spoke. The voice coming from what you assumed was the sun’s side made you tense up. His voice made your ears start ringing. Was he always this panicky?

“Now, now there’s no need for that anymore.” His hand cupped your cheek tilting it so you could face them.

“It won’t happen again~” The drop in his voice made it sound like a death threat.

“Besides-" He resumed back to himself.

"Think of all the fun we'll have together~!” Sun’s eyes lit up. 

“Oh, you’re right! We have so many activities we could do now that we’re together!” They easily pull you up and swing your body around. 

“We’ll have soooooo much fun~!” Moon chuckled

“We could play charades!” 

“And tell stories~!” 

“Oh oh, we could finger paint too! I haven’t done that in so long!!” The two exchanged enthusiastic opinions about everything they planned. 

You honestly felt like you would puke. It was too loud. Your head was throbbed and your whole body was aching. Everything felt so overwhelming. You didn’t care about exploring anymore, you just wanted to go back to the comfort of your home. You tried holding back the tears brimming in your eyes. The robots tensed when they heard soft hiccups. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks. Your body was lowered, bringing you closer together. Moon’s eyes widened while Sun’s eyelids drooped when they realized you were crying. 

“Friend, what's wrong?” Your cry turned into a full-blown sob. Sun and Moon quickly sat down. Laying you on their lap, they gently rocked you back and forth with their arms propping you up. Your sobbing could be heard throughout the whole daycare all the while Sun and Moon tried calming you down. They rubbed circles around your back whispering reassurances. 

“It’s alright~” 

“You’re safe now!”

“There’s no need to cry~” Their hands whipped your tears away. Your body becomes less tense.

“Did we do this?” You opened your eyes realizing they were looking at your head. Their concern was evident. You flinched when their fingers grazed the area you hit.

“Oh sorry! I-I-I didn't meAn tO do THat! WE-”

“Sun.” Moon interrupted

“We can fix this. As long as we follow instructed procedures they will be fine~”

“Oh right right! Sorry about that, friend” You could feel their fingers tenderly stroking your hair. They cradled your body while whispering soothing words.

You could’ve easily pushed them away and made a run for them, but you didn’t have the motivation to do so. You were beyond tired to fight back. It was getting harder to hold up heavy eyelids and the animatronic also seemed to realize this.

“Shhh rest~ You will feel better after a good sleep~” You had to admit their voice was comforting. This couldn’t be so bad right? They seemed nice enough. So it was okay to shut your eyes for a bit. You lifted your eyes one more time to see theirs. If only you were more awake you would’ve caught their lovesickness plastered on their faces gazing at you. Maybe then you’d realized sooner the situation you were now trapped in. You felt two soft taps on your forehead, mocking a kiss before slipping into darkness.

“Goodnight, Starlight~”

“Goodnight, Sunshine!”

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[wildestaugust]

Call it What You Want • M.V

summary: reader has 'the talk' with Max, then spends the whole day teasing him until he's had enough.

author: I've had this Max oneshot for a few months (which I made due to a very special request form a mutual here) and I just want to clarify that I'm no longer taking MV requests unless it's something very specific considering I'm not inspired by him at all. — just felt I had to say that and that I'm taking requests rn for the other drivers I write for!

warnings: smut, fluff, breeding kink, mentions of childhood trauma, unprotected sex, rough sex, +18.

There was no better feeling than the week off after a grand prix. Having Max back after a tough race in Baku meant staying at home doing nothing too productive; they hated being apart so he liked to make the most of it by sleeping, watching a film or just going out on dinner dates. This time around, however, they were flying to Amsterdam for Victoria's —Max's sister— birthday which fell perfectly during his days off.

The trip back to his hometown was a special one since they were also going to meet their nephew. Victoria had given birth to another boy and due to Max's schedule, they weren't able to be there for his birth, specially when she was going to be the baby's godmother. When he finally found the right time to spend his week off in Amsterdam, it was a no brainer for both of them to just immediately fly out there.

"I can't wait to meet Lio!" she said while on the plane. "Do you think they'll like the basket we brought them? It has everything, clothes, pacifiers, socks..."

"Don't worry, Victoria will love it, after all you're fantastic at everything you do." Max assured her, kissing her bare shoulder.

"Ugh! I'm just nervous, he's my first godson and I want it to be special." she rested her head on his shoulder while he caressed her cheek.

"You'll be fine, this is my second nephew and I'm as nervous as you." Max admitted laughing, trying to calm her down.

"Well, you're not the baby type at all but, you know how to hold them, at least that's what I imagine due to your experience with your little siblings and Luka."

"Yeah, but I'm still terrified of them, Jay was a menace when she was a toddler." They laughed.

They rarely talked about having kids, even though they had been dating since they were twenty-one and pretty much were going to get married at some point. The baby talk wasn't important, although some of their friends had started to have them and they asked the inevitable question of 'when will you have one?'.

Seeing Victoria —who was two years younger than her— having her second child, sort of changed her views on motherhood, she wanted to be a young mom as well but Max's reasoning for not having children at that time was very understandable, he would want to be present and with his job it would be a difficult task to fulfill.

Something he didn't spoke much about was the way his father treated him when he was young. As a young karting driver his father used to be tough on him. She was the only person —besides his mom and sister— whom he trusted enough to open up about those childhood moments, which made it all more personal. Being aware of those insecurities just made her want to make him feel more loved; she wanted to assure him he would do great if he ever wanted to have children of his own and that whatever happened to him, while being young, didn't necessarily defined the rest of his life.

"Do you think I'd be a good mom?" she asked; that wasn't a conversation to have at that moment, however, the question came up so natural to her that it was inevitable not to ask it.

"Is this a sort of set up to talk about having kids, again?" he asked, making her roll her eyes.

"It's just a question!" She replied while intertwining their hands.

"Honestly? You'd be perfect, you do a great job with the cats." he jokingly said, making her laugh. "Now being serious but, if how you treat me is half as how you'd treat a kid of ours, then you'll be an exceptional mother."

Max felt every single one of those words deeply. When he wasn't on the race track, she was the one by his side, celebrating if it was a win, comforting him if the race didn't go his way and uplifting him when the season wasn't how he planned it to be. Those things meant the world to him and, it was no secret to him that she desired a family with him.

He loved how much fun they were having since they moved in together; traveling to the races, spending the weekends either on a boat in St. Tropez or partying on their favorites clubs in Monaco, amongst the more mundane things that would change drastically with a baby.

"You're an expert at making me emotional!" she said rolling her eyes. "I love you."

She slept with her head on his shoulder for the majority of the flight, while Max kept thinking about what they had talked earlier, clearly there was a lot going on inside of him.

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They arrived at noon to their apartment which, thankfully, was near Victoria's place. She knew his sister had gone beforehand to clean the place when she found a little note where she simply wrote 'welcome <3 my lovebirds!'.

"Look at this! That's so nice of her, I hope it didn't take her much of her time." she said as she laid on the bed with her boyfriend.

"Oh don't worry, someone else came. I just didn't want you to bother on doing chores since we'll be here for just a few days before we go to Austin." he explained.

"That's great." she replied kissing him.

"I'm so tired." he said with his face buried on her neck. "Can you tell my mom i'm jet lagged?"

"Come on! they haven't seen you in months." she replied shaking her head.

"But I want to fuck you." he then said with his hand on her waist.

Max longed to touch her after he came back from Azerbaijan, and since he had arrived late at night, they didn't have much time for themselves as they were leaving for Amsterdam early in the morning. They had done it a few times on his plane, however, he didn't want to bother her earlier as she slept throughout the whole flight.

Before his hand could reach her underwear, she stopped him by placing her hand on his crotch. While she lightly stroked him, she could feel how hard he was; max was always rough in bed but, when he was needy, he was all about letting her do her thing.

"Fuck, you're so hard." she said while unzipping his pant.

"That's what you cause on me, schat." He replied while he kissed her neck.

"Does it feel good? Touching you like this?" she innocently asked while she stroked his balls for a moment.

"Yeah it fucking does, princess." He moaned. "Are you going to let me fuck you?"

She let out a laugh while she made direct eye contact with him. The neediness in his blue eyes was showing, he was desperate to take off her clothes and fuck her relentlessly, however, he wasn't aware that she had other plans, that he may or may not like.

"I tell you what..." she pressed her finger on the head, sending him over the edge. "If we go now to your sister's place, I suck you and then we can fuck all night long if you want."

"What if I don't want to?" he said.

"Then... good luck getting off." she replied. As soon as she stopped, Max wanted to shout.

He put his hands on his face groaning in resignation as he had no other choice, she left him on the bed like a mess. Max vowed to make her regret that on the night but, for the moment being, he would play it cool, specially since they were going to visit their nephews.

After a few minutes, he came out of the room, finding her sitting on the living room with her purse and their gifts to the kids. She had quickly changed her clothes, however, she liked to tease him and he clearly knew that was what she was doing in that moment.

"I quickly got changed because I wanted to use these new boots, do I look good?" She asked getting up. Her black blouse fitted her like a glove and he had to stop thinking about all he wanted to do before he got hard again.

"Yes." simply said with a smile. "I'll carry the gifts to the car, those look a bit too heavy for you." He added.

"I hope you're not mad at me." she commented with a grin on her face. If you only knew, he thought.

"Why would I? it's not like I won't fuck you tonight." he cockily said while smiling.

Without saying anything else, they exited the apartment as Max carried all the gifts. Aside from what had happened, he couldn't wait to meet his newest nephew. He was surprised when during the summer break his sister had asked both of them if they wanted to be Lio's godparents, he missed his family a lot during those long seasons so, having that big responsibility with his nephew meant the world to him because he'd have a reason to spend more time with them.

Amsterdam was where all his friends and family were, going back always made him happy; even if he didn't grow up there, he remembered all the road-trips back and forth from Hasselt and, although the memories with his dad were bittersweet, he would never forget the weekends when his mom used to buy him and his sister ice creams; the days where they would go inside a bookstore and buy thousands of stickers that he would end up giving to Victoria and those few moments between his karting career that reminded him of a childhood he never really enjoyed but rather one he somehow had.

He dreamed of a day when he could finally move back but, to do that, he knew that he either had to retire or have his own family; the former being an unrealistic possibility for at least the next three years of his career while the latter simply frightened him, perhaps due to his own experience.

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The car ride was very quiet as neither of them spoke. She assumed he was giving her the silence treatment, which was entertaining to her because he couldn't stay angry with her for longer than 2 hours. Reuniting with his family was all she was thinking about, she'd deal with Max later that day.

The ride was short as Victoria's house was just 4 blocks away from their apartment. Every time they went back to Amsterdam, she realized how isolated they were in Monte Carlo. She'd love to have their families at a walking distance but, that was Max's job and she really couldn't complain because they enjoyed their life in Monaco.

After they got out of the car, she took some of the presents while Max carried the heavier ones and, just before they could ring the doorbell, he leaned closer towards her, so close she could hear his breathing.

"Good luck thinking you got away with it." he whispered right before he rang the doorbell twice.

"Is that a threat?" Max was about to answer when the front was opened by his mom.

"Guys!" Sophie hugged her immediately with the biggest smile on her. Her bond with his mom was quiet special; she had known Sophie for as long as she knew Max which translated to more than two years, and throughout all that time, she had treated her like a daughter.

It was at Sophie's house where she met him; max had arranged a small party with his friends shortly before the end of the 2019 season. She went to that party with her friend who used to date Max's best friend; the connection was almost instant considering she was one of the few people there who weren't interested to talk about motorsport with him, she came from a racing family so it wasn't exactly the type of conversation she was striving for. They bonded over Max's love for football despite the fact that he was a Barça fan while she had been raised her whole life as a madridista, which wasn't a surprise for her considering he was dutch and, almost every single dutch person worships Johan Cruyff.

Sophie gladly welcomed them in. As they walked, they saw Victoria in the living room with Lio on his bassinet while Luka was playing with his toys on the carpet. The younger of the Verstappen's —immediately— got up to greet her warmly with a hug.

"Binkie!" Victoria smiled. "Aaaw! i'm so glad you guys are here."

"Me too, I couldn't wait any longer to meet Lio!" she said as her eyes went to the tiny baby laying on the bassinet next to them.

"He's awake, you should pick him up!" Her sister-in-law suggested.

When they turned to get Lio, her eyes went instantly to Max, basically sitting on the floor, kissing and hugging Luka, who giggled as his uncle tickled him. It was such a heartwarming moment to watch, Luka and Max had a very special nephew-uncle bond and it was beautiful to witness it since the birth of the boy.

"I see Max found his clone." Victoria commented, joking on the incredible resemblance her kid had to his uncle and grandpa.

"I missed you little one!" Max said as he picked him up on his arms. "Every time I see him, he gets bigger and bigger."

While Max gushed about Luka, she sat on the sofa as she waited for Victoria to put the newborn on her arms. She smiled when she finally saw the baby, he wore a white onesie while wrapped carefully on a baby blue blanket, and as Victoria gave it to her, she noticed he had his mother's eyes, which were also Max's.

"He's so dreamy." she softly spoke, not wanting to disturb the baby at all. "Hi sweetie, i'm your auntie!" carefully with her fingers, she caressed his cheeks.

"You both look so beautiful, i'll take a picture." Sophie said enthusiastically as she took out her phone.

Max was completely hypnotized as he looked at her. It was very out of character from him to play fake scenarios in his head, however, the intrusive thoughts of her having their kids was too hard to resist. He saw a smile on her that he hadn't seen before, he didn't know whether it was genuinely her or just his mind conveniently tricking him.

"Max, do you want to hold him?" she asked smiling.

"Of course." He replied, handing his older nephew to his sister. He sat next to his girlfriend and she carefully placed him on his arms, making sure he was holding him right. Max smiled as he looked at Lio.

"He's perfect!" she added while kissing him softly. 

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Sophie had prepared Max's favorite pasta which consisted of feta cheese and tomatoes; to know Max, it meant that you knew his weakness was Italian food, in fact, their first date had been at an Italian restaurant near the Amsterdam canal which wasn't that far from their current apartment.

They all ate together, with Luka sitting on Max's lap as the little boy couldn't seem to separate from his uncle. The image of both of them was simply adorable.

"It looks good on you, maybe you should give him a cousin." Victoria commented, looking at Max.

"Jimmy and Sassy are their cousins!" She jokingly replied, making all of them laugh.

"Well, we should see what the future holds, there's no rush, right?" Max added while holding her hand.

"Yeah, besides, I'd love for us to be nearer when that happens, this seems like a good place to raise kids." she explained.

"Yes, I really don't like monte carlo at all if you're having kids, you either raise them here or you homeschool them there." Sophie commented taking another sip of her wine.

Max barely had any school time as he spent the majority of his childhood competing in karting across europe so, it was understandable for his mom to care for his future grandchildren's education as she really didn't want him to make the same mistakes she did when she raised him, although Max never blamed his mom for his difficult childhood.

"Well, good thing is... we've got plenty of time to worry about that, I really don't think we'll always live there." Unintentionally, they were agreeing on something very important for both.

"Well, everything comes at the right time, doesn't it?" Victoria replied. "I'm just glad you guys make time to visit us here, specially in the middle of the season." she smiled.

"I'll make sure we come more often, don't worry about it!" she responded smiling at Max.

Once they were done, they all went back to the living room. The conversation drifted to how the season was going and how challenging would it be for him to get the title even though he had a comfortable lead at the moment. Sophie and Victoria were planning to attend the French grand prix since it fell on the day of Luka's 2nd birthday, besides, they would be joined by Tom —Victoria's partner—, who wasn't with them that night since his flight from rome to amsterdam got delayed.

She went upstairs for a moment to Luka's room to get the pacifier her sister-in-law had left on the changing station table. As she turned around, she was surprised to see Max entering the room and closing it almost immediately.

"I thought you were mad at me, maxie." she said smiling.

"I still am, and I can't help but notice you're wearing my favorite skirt, mijn liefde." He said while his fingertips played with the hem of the skirt.

"Oh so you have a favorite skirt? I didn't know." she asked, playing it dumb.

"I love how you parade around in these whenever you tease me." He added.

"And what if i told you I'm not wearing anything under it?" That wasn't a lie, he just was too mad earlier to notice it. Max's hand almost pulled off the skirt but she was quick to stop it. "I suggest you let me go downstairs as if nothing happened and then we can leave... if that's what you want, of course."

"You're getting too cocky." he said faking a smile.

"Out of all the places I'd love for you to fuck me, our nephew's nursery isn't even on the list." she added as she opened the door.

She left the room to quickly rejoin Victoria and Sophie downstairs. When they asked why she had taken so long, her excuse was that she got a bit of a headache so she had to lay down for a bit, to which they immediately shared their concerns.

"It must be the jet lag kicking in." Sophie commented. "Do you want a pill?"

"No, it's okay, it's probably nothing!" She said as Max walked back into the living room completely confused on what was going on.

"What's happening?" he asked, clearly confused as he had been with her just five minutes earlier.

"She's got a headache." His sister replied.

"Oh... are you okay?" He replied confused, yet to realize what she was doing.

"Yeah i'm fine, I just told them it's the jet lag, we've been awake since this morning so it's probably the exhaustion kicking in." she added with a grin. "We just need to rest a bit, don't we, Max?

All the pieces fell into place for Max as soon as he noticed the way she addressed him. They had played games like that before, however, it was the very first time he had no idea of what she was doing.

"Of course! why don't you guys go rest? I think it's best so you can sleep properly, we've got plenty of time together." Sophie suggested. Max couldn't believe the stunt she was putting on, it came off very easy for her.

"I agree with mom, besides, we can all go tomorrow to take a walk downtown since Tom's arriving in the morning!" Victoria added.

"Sure, we would love that! right, max?" She asked getting up.

"Yeah, why not?" he replied smiling, trying to act like he didn't know what she was doing.

"Well, it's settled! Now, go home and relax." Sophie reminded them. "Besides you still need to visit your father; there's plenty of stuff you need to do and you need enough energy for that." she added while looking at Max.

After a few minutes of saying goodbye, making sure Luka didn't realize they were gone since he'd cry, Sophie advising her what pills to take and Victoria reminding Max to pick up their little sister earlier, they had finally walked out of the place.

"Nice stunt you put out earlier." he commented as they got inside the car.

"It worked, that's all that matters, right?" she replied with an innocent smile.

"I suppose it is." He replied.

While he drove, her hand softly stroked his hair. He hadn't had a haircut in over a month so it was longer than usual which she liked a lot since it made it more satisfying to run her fingers through his hair, plus, it suited him. She wanted to persuade him into letting it grow a bit more.

"Can you let it grow for a few more weeks?" she asked with a grin.

"Would you like that?" he teased with his hand pressing her tight. "I feel you need to earn that."

"Oh, Really?" she replied with her hand pressing his crotch. "Do I need to suck you?"

"You need to do more than that, darling." he said while his hand kept pressing her tight, brushing his long fingers against her soft skin.

—

Few minutes went by and they had arrived to their building. Something he loved about that place was the large window they had on their living room which overlooked the city's canal, both of them were keen on having a fantastic view from their penthouse, it also was majestic while he fucked her since their room also had a big view.

As soon as she pressed the button to their floor, he threw his arms around her and kissed intensely her neck. Max had waited so long to finally get what he wanted since the afternoon, specially when he had to endure watching her walk around with that skirt during those last few hours.

"Max... fuck!" she moaned while his hand went inside her skirt, his fingers lightly touching her entrance, confirming what she had told him before.

"So no panties... you've been a very naughty girl today." he said devouring her lips until the elevator doors opened again. As soon as they got inside the apartment, he pinned her against the nearest wall, his hands going under her blouse to massage her boobs while kissing her.

His lips went further down her neck, making sure he left marks all over it, to let her know, once again, she belonged to. As he was too busy sucking her sensitive skin, she tried to find some stability through the grip her fingers had on his hair while letting out whines the longer Max sucked her neck.

"I want to suck you, please." She begged.

"I'm afraid tonight it's about you, I need to fuck some manners into you, don't you think?" he explained with a mischievous smile.

"But... I really missed this, I want your cock in my mouth." Her incessant begging made him even harder.

He enjoyed how eager she was; his ego was flying across the room as he wrapped his arms around her tights, sucking them as he made his way to her entrance. She gripped onto the bedsheets tightly as her back arched due to Max's position between her legs.

"You'll be the death of me, baby" she mumbled. He loved when she called him by all the pet names she had for him, that was his soft spot and she knew how to use it to her advantage.

Max was known by many people as a reckless driver with a strong personality and, on the bed, it wasn't any different; he liked to be rough after certain time apart, he wanted to be in control as much as he was inside his car, even more when she acted like a brat and, fortunately for him, that day she had ticked all the boxes.

He licked a stripe through her folds, groaning as he noticed how impatient she was growing as he pleased her. He couldn't hold himself anymore, he wanted to feel her as much as he could, so that's exactly what he did. His tongue swirled inside of her while her legs were shaking, she let out another moan as he deepened his movements.

"Mijn liefje, i need you to stay still for me." He said while his hand traced circles on her middle. "Be good for me."

"Yes, I promise." she replied almost through a whimper.

Laying naked in bed had her moaning endlessly. Max had many ways to show how much he had missed her, the most telling one, was always the sex. That night was no different, she felt a sort-of shine on his eyes while he focused on pleasuring her as much as he could; certainly, they both needed to release all that steam, specially after leaving him all alone earlier. She was lying if she said she wasn't turned on before they left the house, however, she was aware of how good the sex was when she spent the day teasing him.

He slide a finger through her folds which made her tremble while her moans filled the room. Max tried not to give in yet since he wanted to hear her beg for it, however, her wetness was such that he felt the need to see her cum all over his mouth, clearly, he wanted to make her feel good but also to get what he felt entitled to earlier that day.

"Do I make you feel good, liefje?" He asked, introducing another finger which sent waves of pleasure all over her body.

She couldn't make out the words as his fingers moved with such ease; he knew her body very well, what she liked, what she didn't, what would put her on edge. As his fingers relentlessly fucked her, he had his eyes set on her, he wanted to see in real time how she crumbled at his touch.

"Use your fucking words." he encouraged with a smirk on his face.

"Yes! You make me feel so fucking good." she replied breathlessly.

"You're mine, all mine." he said with such possessiveness that almost made her come undone. Her legs trembled as she couldn't hold her high for much longer, she needed to cum.

Max knew she was close, for which he simply increased his pace while his mouth left marks all over her middle, being aware that in the morning her whole body would be scattered with red and purple marks. His cock was twitching inside his pants, not wanting to wait any longer to have it inside of her.

"Cum all over my fingers, let go." he said, and that was all it took for her to have, perhaps, one of the best orgasms she's had in weeks; it was always like that whenever they hadn't seen each other in a while, however, that night was something else.

She was a mess as she came, clenching around his fingers as her whines were the only sound coming from the room. Max groaned as he looked at the mess he had caused; he had the biggest smile on his face as he licked his fingers without breaking eye contact, wanting her to see how she tasted.

"My girl tastes so good." he said as he slammed his mouth against hers. She licked her own cum from his lips as it was all over hers; his tongue had her whining and sending her over the edge as she still wanted to have him inside of her. Her hands went quickly to his pants, and as she tried to unbutton it, he stopped her of doing so.

"I want to make you feel good, I haven't even congratulated you for winning." she said while caressing his cheek.

"You do make me feel good, lieverd" Max replied just before sucking her neck, leaving another trace of him on her skin. "But I want you bouncing on top of me, would you like that?" He asked.

He took off the last item of clothe he still had on, discarding it somewhere in the room which was already a mess considering their clothes were scattered on the floor.

Shifting positions, he smirked at the sight of her, naked, on top of him ready to ride him but, what he hadn't notice at all was the gold necklace she was wearing; he gave her that on their anniversary earlier that year, it had his name engraved at the front while their anniversary date was on the back.

"You look absolutely beautiful with my name on your neck" he mentioned as his fingers touched the piece of jewelry hanging around her neck, with a lustful look on his eyes while detailing it. "Do you ever take it off?"

"I would never, that's my way of having you close when you're not here" she replied, leaning close to his ear, "To feel you during the lonely nights when I've got no other option but to touch myself." If that didn't send Max to edge, nothing would've. He adjusted himself inside of her; a groan leaving his lips as she sat on him, moving slowly around his cock.

As red bull's golden boy, he was used to be in control of everything, to have everyone and everything work around him, so nights like these were exactly what he liked after bossing everyone from thursday to sunday; having his girlfriend on top of him while his hands could rest on her ass or, having his mouth all over her tits, were some of the things he was so used to that, he wouldn't change for anything else.

"You take my cock so well, prinses" he groaned, slapping her ass.

The feeling of his skin slapping against hers, filled the entire room with grunts and moans from both of them. His hips moved upwards, keeping up with her pace as his hands slapped her cheeks constantly, almost certain that by the morning she'd wake up covered by marks all over her body; with the physical reminder of him which should last her a couple of days. As she increased her pace, she leaned forward, causing Max to suck one of her tits while her hands gripped onto his shoulders.

"It feels so good... Don't leave me again for that long" she mentioned, causing him to run his fingers through her damp hair with a smirk on his lips.

He had missed the sex, the intimacy, the closeness of their skins as he pounded inside of her, those sounds that escaped her lips which were exclusively for him. Their relationship was indeed so much more than sex, however, nothing beat the feeling of coming back from a tough weekend and knowing she was waiting for him; perhaps it wasn't entirely the sex what he longed, instead, it was the assurance that there was someone waiting for him at home that, whether a race went right or wrong, was there to comfort him if he needed to.

"I won't, trust me, schatje" he reassured with a smile as his arms wrapped around her middle.

"You're driving me nuts, max" she said in a thin voice.

"You've been a very naughty girl" he replied with a smirk "my beautiful naughty girl"

"Just for you, as always" she let out with a giggle.

"You're taking my cock so well, my sweet sweet girl" he praised. "I don't know what I did to deserve you" those words held a lot of truth.

All he had known for most of his life was the toxicity between his parents before and after their divorce, the same that made him live with his dad as he pursued his dream and, subsequently, made him grow apart from his mom and sister for most of his teenage days; growing up with toxicity around him, made Max think that, perhaps, he was better off on his own than being a carbon copy of his Dad with the way he handle his relationship with Sophie.

It took him a while to open up fully with her, however, he couldn't feel more lucky to have found someone on whom he could always rely on —just like she could rely on him whenever she needed to— and have a healthy relationship. According to him —and this was something he told his closest friend about once—, she changed the way he perceived love.

Her walls clenched around him, there was no denying that she was close to come undone at that point. She cursed his name out as her hips rocked back and forth against him, feeling all sorts of things as her orgasm started building up. She was seeing stars at that point; having max's mouth all over her tits, while his hands gripped onto her hips, sent an unmeasurable amount of pleasure inside her, especially when he knew her weaknesses and, in usual max style, played them against her perfectly.l

"I'm close" she said breathlessly.

"Do you want me to fill you up, liefje?" he asked almost in a whisper, knowing exactly that's what she wanted.

"You shouldn't play dumb with me, you know" she replied. "Please."

"I should fuck a baby into you, don't you think?" The words slipped up his mouth, however, he knew what he was doing; max thought again about the conversation on the plane, and he couldn't stop fantasizing about it as she moved up and down his cock.

Before she could say anything, he tightened his embrace around her middle, being at such proximity that her tits were pressed against his chest while his mouth left wet kisses all over her neck. Max was about to come undone when he placed his left hand on the side of her face, pushing back her messy hair in an attempt to let her have a better visibility of him.

"Let go." he whispered softly in her ear while his movements were nothing but rough.

As she gripped tightly onto his shoulders, they both came at the same time; her orgasm came crashing into her while he whispered in her ears words that were only between them, things that would always stay between those four walls. They shared a heated kiss as his hand rubbed her back, feeling her soft skin on his fingertips.

She laid her head on his chest, clearly exhausted by all that action since they had arrived. The comfortable silence ruled the room as they allowed themselves a moment of peace, however, that swiftly changed as she looked at him once again, ready to ask him about what he had said a few minutes before.

"You want a baby?" she said almost in a thin voice, which was perfectly audible for him.

"I mean... I don't see myself with anyone else" he confessed while he stroked her hair with a lot of tenderness "I'd love for you to be the mother of my children, lieverd"

"Oh, darling... I'd love that too" she said smiling as she drew small circles on his skin. "But are you thinking straight? I understand everything we talked abou to—"

"Yes, I am." Max was quick to cut her off, reassuring her about what he wanted "I've never been more sure about anything in my life and, I want to do it with you"

She pressed a soft kiss on his chest with a small smile on her lips; the hopefulness that filled her that night was unmeasurable, it meant everything to hear him say those words, specially when she knew it came with a lot of sincerity.

"Your Mom would love to have another grandchild!" he smiled while he drew small circles on her skin.

"Yeah, she would also want to live with us during the whole pregnancy" he joked.

Their future looked bright for many reasons but, the idea of a kid made it brighter and exciting. For her, it was a beautiful moment she was looking for, meanwhile, for Max, it was not only exciting but also, a way to finally break a cycle, have a family of his own and leave behind the demons of his childhood.

[atierrorian]

Hiii this is my first time requesting on Tumblr sorry if its bad Idk if ur requests are open RN feel free to ignore if not up but could you do twisted wonderland Floyd Lilia and Leona with a so who is really insecure about there legs because they have alot of scars btw love ur writing hope ur having a good day :))

Hi!! And don't worry! You're fine and thank you so much! I hope you have a great day too!

Warnings: Insecurities, mentions of bullying

FLOYD LEECH

•Listen, Floyd doesn't care whether or not you have scars cause either way he thinks you're beautiful!

•Floyd will just smile at you and ask you what's the matter with that since he genuinely doesn't know what's wrong your scars, cause either way, you're still shrimpy! (Or a different nickname if you'd like)

•If someone ever made you feel insecure, you bet your ass that Floyd would not hesitate to get aggressive and get into a fight with the person who made you feel like that! (You're going to have to stop him if you don't want to cause a scene.)

•Seriously Floyd will not hesitate to throw hands if someone ever made you feel insecure!

•"Like why do they care? Can't they mind their own business? >:(" -Floyd

•Floyd's mood will dampen but if you tell him it's alright then he'll instantly smile and hug you tightly to the point you'll have to tap him so you wouldn't suffocate...

•Follows you wherever you go unless he has some duties to attend to by Azul just so he could throw hands and snarl at people who makes you feel insecure due to your scars!

•But besides that, Floyd really won't see you anything different just because you have a lot of scars on your legs. If anything, it would mean that you are really strong! (At least in Floyd's perspective)

•Floyd really wants to make you feel better about your scars!! So he'll do anything in his power to make you feel better about yourself!

•So overall, Floyd is just a cutie patootie that doesn't care if you have scars or not and just tries his best to make you feel safe!

LILIA VANROUGE

•This dude is a war veteran okay? So he is bound to have some scars as well!

•Lilia will try to make you feel more comfortable with yourself with your scars since he thinks it's beautiful either way and he doesn't judge since he does have some of his own as well.

•He tells you that there is nothing wrong with your scars and that you should feel more proud of them! Of course he'll still understand if you're still insecure about them.

•If someone ever mentions about your scars in a bad way, he'll creep up on them and scare the living shit out of them and watch them scurry away while having an innocent face and pretending he doesn't know what he did wrong. (He knows what he did and he has no remorse.)

•If you'd want, he can show you some of the scars he has and he'll have such a smug face when you look at them in awe.

•By the way, when you first showed Lilia your scars he felt very proud since you were very very insecure about them and you were worried he would judge you for them. But don't worry, he'll never judge you because of it!

•Btw Lilia would most likely make you try out his totally non-poisonous food to make you feel better whilst you just decline and laugh nervously... (The Diasomnia dorm will pray for you if you ever eat it.)

•But besides that, Lilia will support you through and through and will help you feel more comfortable!

•If he has to throw hands, he will throw hands and dust of his hands and walk away while the others are on the floor beaten down since they were asking for it! No one messes with you or else they'll have to go through him!

•But overall, he is very caring and will support you and make you feel better about your scars!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

•Leona already has a scar of his own okay? He doesn't care if you have scars or not since he has one of his own.

•If you're a women, he will respect you since women in his location are really well respected since they're the ones fighting most of the time!

•And even if you aren't a women he could care less about it.

•But Leona does know how it feels to be insecure of scars since he has one and it's pretty visible, he may not show it very good but he really does care for you a lot!

•He'll try to make you forget about your scars in someway or another since he doesn't like seeing you sad and really wants to make you feel better!

•If someone made you feel bad about your legs because of your scars; he will not hesitate to fight them, but if you don't want him to then he'll just drag you away to somewhere else and take a nap with you. (It's one of his solutions to make you feel better okay.)

•Leona may come of as someone who doesn't care but he really wants you to feel better about your scars and wants to make you feel proud of them! But he knows that it will take time, but he is willing to support you. (Even if it looks like he doesn't care and would grumble, he does care.)

•Whenever you feel insecure about your legs, he'll just drag you and make you tap a nap with him just so you could forget about it and just nap with him!

•You know, Leona still thinks you're beautiful even if you think otherwise just because of your scars. He really does! And he'll make sure no one messes with you as long as he's around.

•But overall, Leona will try to make you feel better by napping, and he really cares and he thinks you're more fierce with your scars!

Eyyy! I'm finally finished with this!!! And I'm sorry if I haven't been posting too often! I've been busy since school started and I'm tired, but I do hope you enjoyed this!

[luvring]

Hii!! can I request oikawa having “the great-queen of seijoh” as his girlfriend? I’ll explain: so basically oikawa is the great-king of seijoh right? He has lots of fangirls and is in class 6 AND is the captain and star setter of the volleyball team. What if his girlfriend is just as popular and constantly gets love letters and bouquets from others, and she’s really sweet and pretty so, others view her as the ideal woman and student, and nickname her as the great-queen; and what if she is the manager of the volleyball team?

THE QUEEN OF SEIJOH

no warnings | yes u can absolutely req that. i did write it in 3rd person rather than 2nd,, i hope that's ok/what u wanted! 👩🏻‍💻👩🏻‍💻

never in these people's lives will they ever again see such a power couple. when they started dating it was fate. at least that's what people said in the halls while the couple walked past holding hands

a lot of oikawa's fangirls can't even be mad because,, she doesn't give them a reason to. she's so so nice to all of them and understands why they'd like him because well,, so does she LOL

^ plus the few times they tried starting trouble with her, oikawa and her fans were basically ready to fight, and that's not a war you want to fight

oikawa and his girlfriend's fan clubs teaming up. not even just for events and stuff, but if anyone tries to mess with their relationship?? they're about to face the wrath of dozens of fans because What's Wrong With You

most people are smart/respectful enough to not confess to either of them but sometimes,, you know how things go. one time someone tried personally handing oikawa's girlfriend a love letter while she was waiting for him outside, and the look on oikawa's face when he saw. woah. get that guy out of there

like of course they'll be rejected. whether that rejection is gentle or not depends on how respectful the confession was. don't bring up that one girl who said she'd be a better girlfriend to this couple unless you want oikawa to start ranting and ruining his image

oikawa's annoying btw (said so lovingly). he will Literally buy bigger bouquets, more food, make better, personalized gifts, etc. after witnessing his girlfriend's gift pile.

where do you think she got that sweater that has his initials on one sleeve and hers on the other, little hearts beneath? or that crochet flower bouquet with her favourite flowers/colours? or that unfolding love letter he wrote over the span of like 4 days? or those joke matching shirts that say "her king" and "his queen"? or

oh volleyball practice...oikawa pouts and whines, "can't i get some special treatment as your boyfriend?" which is easily met with a smile and "nope. i'll even make you do extra if you ask."

does the entire team react ranging from a snicker to a cackle? yes of course. but fair is fair and tooru does get back to practice

he'll regularly tease her but as soon as he gets the opportunity to? oikawa will tell the team to make her life easier and to Work Hard! you don't want to disappoint seijoh's queen would you? and everyone just looks at him. like be so serious rn

of course she and the team get along and bond over this dynamic. they love her!! both because she can give them ammo against their captain, and because she's genuinely super sweet and makes sure they're taking care of themselves.

GAH...just imagining oikawa telling her notes about the team so she can work it into her own plans and stuff (and vice versa .) it means a lot to them that she's working hard to help everyone be their best but also? these two strategizing is Scary. you have to just listen in awe at the plans they come up with

it must be said that she holds her role as manager over oikawa when he's over-working. she'll start cleaning up and pull him away, saying that he's important to the team and as the manager, it's her responsibility to make sure he's well-rested. oikawa asks "and as my girlfriend?" (fully knowing her answer.) she sighs before pushing his hair back or squeezing his cheek. "i still want the same thing, tooru."

somebody help everyone who doesn't know these two are dating at games. if they don't know about seijoh's royalty when they get there, they're About To. is it a normal thing for the manager to also have fans and signs in the crowd ?

also as if it isn't already obvious they're dating, oikawa offers his jacket for her to wear while they warm up and also,, maybe,, loudly asks "isn't my girlfriend the best manager ever?" bro could not be more conspicuous

y'know how everyone acts with kiyoko? yeah. imagine that except instead of noya and tanaka it's fucking,, oikawa tooru + the rest of aoba johsai's volleyball team appearing. woah. i'd piss myself

the teams may have problems with oikawa, but his girlfriend? whenever he's being smug or whatever else, she comes over and pulls him back while apologizing. there's something funny about oikawa pouting and whining when he's so renowned

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[factual-fantasy]

28 asks! :DD Thank you as always!! 💖💖

@astaherussy

My FNAF AU has been sorted out. In the sense that the timeline has been re-written enough that I can go back to drawing it..

Now the next comic in the AU is a re-write/re-draw of my old FNAF comic, Moon Malfunction. A few months ago though there were several time sensitive projects that came up and I needed to shelf Moon Malfunction 2.0 until they were done. Well now they're all done.. but Moon Malfunction is gonna take me some time to get around to..

For the past few months I've been in a really bad spot mentally and physically. And taking on my FNAF Recap/Repair project is just not something I feel I have the mental energy to do at the moment.. All it feels like is a one big pile of work. And all I wanna do I just draw what ever comes easily to me and focus on recovering..

Soooo for the time being,, my main FNAF AU might not see any updates for a bit.. Though I haven't forgotten about it and I do want to get back to it at some point soon. But for now I want to cut any work out of my relaxing/drawing time and just draw what ever I want. Which atm is pirate cookies-- <XDD

They're also great for grabbing something across the room while I stay in bed 😎😎

Why haven't I drawn anything like that yet- what--

I might just have to at some point! :00

@ardent-38

AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THATS SO SWEET!! BUT ALSO LSKNAKJ XDDD

I never thought of it like that! Anyone who gets into the game through my characters is like a lactose intolerant person recommending an ice-cream joint- and they're very persuasive! XDD

But fr, thank you! And hey, even if my characters aren't in the game, they'll always be here on Tumblr waiting for you XDD

Actually, I wasn't! :00 I haven't seen that episode of the Cuphead show. But I'm assuming its about Cala Maria and Captain Brineybeard, yes? If so I can easily see the relation XD

(Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU!! The comic was different than what I'm used to. But it was a nice change of pace. I'm glad you liked it! :}}}

@badlyblurry (Post in question)

FRRRRRR THO He's been holding that glow back for a while. Trying not to send the wrong messages to Blue and potentially damage their friendship 💔💔

XDDD ITS OK!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD 💖💖✨

@mod-bubamon

I have! In this post you can see 3 of them floating behind Melvin! (The anthro donkey)

And in this post, you can see Melvin holding one while it passes away... :((((( Sad day for sure.

Well? What did she taste like? XDD

Oh wait you're dead my bad-

Unfortunately I cant think of any songs that would match each crew members theme.. Rn all my brain can think about is this 👇

@nunyabusiness459 (Comic in question)

🥰🥰THANK YOU!! :DDD

What is primordial dough? :0

@2006-stupid-thatsme

Thank you! :DD Though unfortunately my fwernnd, I am known for being very bad at explaining how I do art things. :(

If I tried to explain my thought/design process it would just be a lot of word spaghetti that boils down to "uhhh... I just drew it.,. aandd if it dont look good.. draw it differently.. until it looks good-"

My advice would be to look on YouTube for character design tutorials or ask some other artists that have artwork similar to mine and see if they can help. :( Again, so sorry! I wish I could articulate my thoughts better 💔💔

@beryl-shade

This actually makes me think- Google says that if you add too much sugar to a cookie they become brittle.

Huh,, makes me think. If one of the cookies was baked with too much sugar.. they'd break real easy.. hmm.. 👀👀

@whereismycupofcoffee

@artistiemi

Thank you so much!! :DD I wish the same for you!! ✨💖✨

@sunnys-bloog

I've thought about drawing them! :0 And I thiiink I drew Franny one time..? The Blue one. Although I don't think I'll be able to find the sketch unfortunately-

NOT THE GUMDROP BUTTONS!!

tbh though I think they'd see him as just a normal guy! :0 Right..?

@beryl-shade

I'm not sure.. considering what I know about the games.. I thiiink they'd be horrified?? <XDD If they understand that they're made of dough, it'd be the equivalent of a human walking into a giant meat factory where they chop up meat and make weird false humans..

Okay yeah, they'd be horrified for sure XDDD

@wdillustration

:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}}

@neo-metalscottic (Cookie run post in question)

AAAAA thank you so much!! I'm glad you liked it!! :DD As for the power, I think you're right about it being a rare occasion. And the idea of her gaining better control over it over time? While her love grows as well?? Perfection. But man I'm also tempted to make it so she can change when ever she wants. :( I really like drawing her and Seafoam together like that.. 🥺

As for the Colossal squid episode,, I'd have to go back and re-watch it to decide if I'll keep it for my AU or not..

But thinking about all the stuff you described about a violent altercation and nightmares?? 👀👀 Its giving me ideas! XDD

Now if the crew did face a violent altercation like that, I imagine their #1 goal would to protect the Octopod. That's their home man! They would probably do what ever they could to get the octopod away from the situation. Like the Captain manually piloting it and some of the crew being sent out in gups to distract the squid. Stuff like that :0

@luna-purple454

AAA IT WAS ON THE 10TH BUT THANK YOU!! XDD :DD

@khoiazo

It was on the 10th actually- and hey thanks! Seam could probably use the calories <XD

@unpopularartist14 (referencing this ask post)

<XD oh boy, what a stark contrast between the sides--

@shaziztrazh

I didn't have them in mind while designing them,, though maybe I took some subconscious inspiration? I see the similarities! :0

[hotpinkstars]

Can i have eula,kujou sara and navia reacting to their s/o who endured a lot and manages to rise from the ashes time and time again?

-> destruction, a vicious cycle

synopsis -> no matter what, you can never catch a break. being brought down, rebuilding yourself, and being brought down all over again is your cycle of life.

a/n -> my first official request yayyy!! ah i was so happy when i saw this in my inbox because i'm only creative when it comes to drawing i seriously cannot think of anymore prompts..... anyways everybody feel free to send some in fhajdkdkks they'll likely get done by same/next day!! sorry if this was misinterpreted i cannot focus on anything rn and it's been like this for the past few days

warnings -> mentions of injury, reader showing evident signs of wanting to give up, crying, mostly angst

w/c -> 1.3k

eula 

she gets that feeling. more or less better than anyone else you know would. considering her horrific past, she would wake up and go into the day blindly, not knowing what there is to come for the next string of long hours. she’s been rejected by monstadts people, by her own family. 

so when you express your feelings to her, she gets it. but she’ll still do her best to comfort you anyways. 

so, she started paying more attention to the things you do and the interactions you have with people.

the first time she witnessed something was when you had tried oh so hard to gain the trust of the acting grand master, jean, just for it to all crumble down due to a silly rumor that an immature guard decided to spread around the favonius headquarters. it had caused a lot of backlash on your part from the cities residents and from all of the knights and the vision holders that are affiliated with them. 

and then, once you regained her trust and worked day and night to get the residents on a good t with you, your family decided to shame you for no reason whatsoever, and bringing another issue you worked to fix for yourself into your life.

it felt rather draining, being unable to catch a break. one thing after another, one day at a time. life felt like a cycle to you at this point. 

whether you had a brutal injury in combat and had to work endlessly (or at least to what felt like it) to prove your strength to yourself and the world once more or simply had to regain trust, you were genuinely tired. 

so, eula tries to take the burden. at first, she tries to take in entirely, but you both knew that wouldn’t be possible. she wasn’t the one injured, or the one who was mere seconds from being roughly escorted out of the city. she couldn’t necessarily shoulder that without being the one in the position. 

but what she could do was allow you to cry and express your emotions to her when you’re in the safety of your own home. you both knew that she wouldn’t turn on you for your life cycle. she was the only person you felt you could genuinely trust at the time and you felt really grateful to have someone as wonderful as her. 

she’s been making it much easier for you to live now, and she’ll proceed to do so throughout the rest of the time the world gives you two. 

kujou sara

you understood she didn’t have much time to listen and understand what your life is like, and all of the traumatic and upsetting stories that go with your name. she’s constantly out, fulfilling her loyalty to the esteemed shogun and leading over the tenryou commission, and she doesn’t come back until late most nights, if she even does come back. you completely understand what she does and why it’s so important, and she always tries so hard to make you feel loved and that she has time for you. 

but you haven’t had that chat about yourself with her yet. and you don’t know when you will.

she first picks up on something being not right when you came home, trying so so hard to fight back tears and nearly failing. you excused yourself to the shower, allowing the tears to spill due to the water muting your cries. 

but she knew. she knew something was up, and she wanted to ask you about it, but at this very moment was one of the first times she thought she couldn’t make up the words to confront you. so when she does, it sounds more like a demand then a question. you both knew that it wasn’t supposed to sound that way.

once you told her, she nodded, getting up and making you some tea to try and soothe you. she didn’t try to pressure you into relaxation, or to tell you to be calm. because telling you that would be unfair. she’s not that way, so why should she force you to be? 

like eula, she’ll keep a close eye on you sometimes. the first time she witnessed what she had at first thought was your downfall, she tried to keep herself composed as you struggled to get the blade out of your stomach. 

it was one hell of a journey to get you back on your feet. not only was this weighing down on you, the thought of disappointing sara or being a burden to her (considering her 5 hour stays at the hospital nearly every single day) haunted you. corrupted your sleep, and corrupted your mind whenever she was helping you through your physical therapy work. 

once you were back on your feet, it seemed like another thing after another happened. you were asked so much out of the citizens of inazuma city, and even yelled at, until you snapped at one of them and it was the headline in the papers. even guuji yae looked into it. then again, you worked to build yourself up again.

no matter how vicious the cycle, you knew you always had sara there to support you. 

navia 

she wasn’t stupid, she knew something was upsetting you, but didn’t want to ask. since the loss of her father she’s learned certain ways to cope, and she just thought you were using your ways to cope, too. 

but she realized it was much more than that.

you two had heard rumors of someone going around and pickpocketing people, taking mora. so, considering she wanted to try and solve such a mystery, she asked you if you’d like to accompany her, and you agreed. 

the person who did it was a fontaine citizen who had been doing this for years to survive. the woman lived on the streets, occasionally stealing food from food stands when they came out, or threatening cafe owners into giving her what she wanted. 

considering the fact that she could be considered mental, she framed you. and you were the one who had to face the repercussions. 

thats when navia really started to realize that this wasn’t the first time something this horrible has happened to you, considering your reaction to the whole situation and how you brushed it off whenever she’d bring it up. you had a 4 month sentence in the fortress, and though it used to be something like 4 years, navia made a deal with wriothesley into shortening it due to false accusation. 

but once you got out of the prison, it seemed you couldn’t catch a break from tragedies. from things you didn’t even know you were doing to things people made up lies about, you felt that you constantly had to prove yourself to the people of the city, to prove that you weren’t a horrible person whose only interest is stealing peoples things and hurting others. 

navia would let you talk for as long as you possibly needed, listening extra hard when you mention some more disturbing topics that you barely got back up from, but managed to anyways. she understood the comparison when you mentioned how it feels like a never ending cycle of devastating events, and how you were tired of always being forced to be the bad guy in situations you didn’t even know were happening half of the time. 

she’ll settle your cries with a nice warm hug (if it gets to the point of crying) and makes sure she can help you in any way you need when another one of these incidents happen. she knows she’ll never be able to make it all go away, but she tries to at least make it less of a weight to carry around when you two are together.

[tomatoland]

Force & Book's relationship is quintessential gardener-flower relationship

So the idea of the gardener-flower dynamic is not new. It's actually been around for awhile now and has been in media (for example, season 1 of Will & Grace, the movie "I, Tonya," Will Smith made a video called "Defining Love" talking about it, but more about this in a sec), articles, etc.

It's a concept that in every relationship or “garden,” one person is the gardener who tends and one person is the flower who gets tended to. There can also be two gardeners in a relationship, but never two flowers because then no one would care to tend to anything.

In their relationship, Force is the gardener and Book is the flower. And they understand this too. Force is Book's “Life Master,” right?

Force's efforts in the early days as the gardener of their relationship are well documented in the FB fandom. How he nurtured their relationship and connection when Book was too scared to engage during Enchante era due to a painful friend experience in college.

But it's not just nurture, love and care that the gardener provides to the flower and their relationship and this next part is where I think Force is an amazing and natural gardener with Book.

"The relationship that a gardener has with a flower is, the gardener wants the flower to be what the flower is designed to be — not what the gardener wants the flower to be. You want the flower to bloom and to blossom and to become what IT wants to be, you want it to become what God designed it to be. You’re not demanding that it become what you need it to be for your ego.” -Will Smith

Whatever Book does, Force is his Number 1 supporter.

"Geng mak" or good job/well done is the unofficial foxmochi cheer because Force is always telling Book this after he performs or speaks or even illogically when they are playing on separate teams lol.

Book's love language is words of affirmation and Force always lets Book know because he knows this. And now Book tells Force this back. And foxmochis tell them both at events and appearances.

You might think this dynamic is unfair or unbalanced to the gardener because you would think that being flower is easy. The flower just exists and receives love and attention, but these were interesting insights I read about why being the flower can actually be hard. First, you have accept that you are the flower which is not so easy to do, accepting the care and nurture being given to you. It can be scary and intimidating to do the introspection, soul searching, and cliff jumping required to be the flower. There can be this fear that what you are doing is bringing down your partner. Sound a little like someone?

To me, it makes absolute sense that ForceBook as a pairing is flourishing this year because Book is truly coming into his own as the flower Force always knew he could be.

The more confident Book becomes in his abilities, in sharing his gifts with the world, the more people will see him and come to love him, to love THEM. And as a pairing, the more successful they'll be. Their star is rising sharply and while there are a lot of people in the background who contribute to this, I have to think that Force's role as the gardener to Book's flower factors significantly.

"And, as we grow, we’ll all be called upon to do some gardening of our own. Gardening that, because we’ve experienced love and care and support from others, we’ll inevitably be better at doing ourselves."

And we're now seeing this. This year was ForceBook's first LOL Fan Fest, first international fan meetings, and GMMTV fan days where they had to give speeches. And if you watch, during ments, when Force gets emotional, Book's hand always goes to Force's shoulder IMMEDIATELY as a sign of support like "I'm here for you/ Standing with you" and this helps ground Force enough so he can continue speaking (I can't find a photo rn so accept this placeholder until). Or the story they shared where they were both nervous while prepping for their first LOL Fan Fest and Force would come around and ask Book if Book wanted a hug… because Force wanted a hug. Force's love language is physical touch by the way if you couldn’t tell lol.

Or when they're doing an event or press and Force is tired or not feeling 100, Book will be MORE that day for the both of them or he'll check in on Force during interviews or press.

This unspoken dialogue and understanding they have between each other is really beautiful.

Force, I would say is still the primary gardener of their relationship, but now he doesn't always have to be. They can take turns supporting each other to be the best versions of themselves. And I love that for them.

eng trans from happyduckie_, CreamsicleBlair, ceci9697, khenhsdiary, minty_licious; articles 1 2 3 "Defining Love"

[howdoesagrapewrites]

I read ur Pav X reader X Hobie and I absolutely loved it, ur writing style is amazing and unique.

If you can bc ur probably busy with requests rn. Could you make one where the reader is all tense from college and Pav and Hobie could maybe help?

𝙇𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙖 𝙙𝙚 𝙪𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙮 𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙚 𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙤

Cw: poly!reader x Pavitr Prabhakar x Hobie Brown, fluff, comfort

Notes: sorry for the spanish title, it roughly means "The look/coolness of a drop out and the grades of a teacher's pet" (again ROUGHLY, I don't know how to translate it but that's the message) and I couldn't thought of a better verse for this request. The song's Lo malo de ser bueno by Cuarteto de Nos

>Pavitr is a good student, he tries to make time for school in between his duties

>Hobie probably dropped out of highschool because they were only teaching fascist propaganda in his reality

>He's not against education at all, he's just against the system, and will urge you to question it and don't give in sacrificing your health to be the so-called "perfect student"

>They're both very smart so they'll help you with anything you don't understand

>Pavitr can help you with study methods, he has ADHD, so he knows many

>You're tense? They got you

>Pavitr would offer you going jogging or doing exercise to relieve tensions, he'd also set up a spa day, with a nice smelling bath, skin and haircare, and whatever else you need to relax

>Hobie says you should break shit to let out the stress 💀 (he also suggests other stuff but let's keep it PG)

>Whatever you choose, maybe both, they're by your side at all times

>They remind you that is okay of you need a break, whether that's an hour or a few months

>"You don't get it, Hobie! It's my future"

>"Luv, ya can walk out of here and get hit by a car, or the earth can collapse due to the damage and we're all gone, that's your future, why should ya kill yourself over sum' that's hypothetical? Go take a bloody nap"

>Pavitr understands the pressure the best, and is always there if you need a sympathetic ear lent to you

>Or if you feel better sharing similar experiences

>And they'd do all this things over and over again if that's what you need