#this took me so long to finish i got stuck in another country in the middle of it so that was a bit of an inconvienience

[sbeana]

im so normal about them

[whumpy-daydreams]

Since you mentioned living weapon prompts…

Defiant whumpee with some sort of superpower finally breaking and becoming a weapon?

ooh i love this and now its really long and i want to write more because i have the plot bunnies

CW: electric shocks, brainwashing, needle mention, military indoctrination

Whumpee had been sloppy. They'd trusted the wrong people and been screwed over as a result. And now they had been arrested? Drafted? They supposed the specifics didn't matter.

Whumpee was wondering how long they'd been stuck in this stupid chair when a door opened, pneumatics hissing as a portion of the wall slid aside.

The man in uniform didn't smile. He sat opposite, barely registering them as he opened a file, scanning through the two pages inside. That was good. They clearly didn't have much information about what Whumpee could do.

"Please state your name for the record."

If Whumpee could cross their arms they would have. But instead they just cocked their head, lips pursed. A slight twitch was all that gave away the man's annoyance.

"It would be in your best interest to comply."

"Why?"

"Because it will save me time and you pain." He clasped his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly. "Your name."

"You forgot the magic word," Whumpee smirked. A jolt of electricity burst across their wrists and ankles. Clearly the restraints were for more than keeping them in place. "Shit!"

"As I said, it is in your best interest to comply. What is your name?"

"Fuck. You." Another flash of pain, stronger than the last, and Whumpee cried out through gritted teeth. Their heart was pounding now, sweat beginning to bead on their back.

The man waited patiently. Whumpee just glared.

When the electricity hit again they screamed, back arching. White flashed across their vision. Whumpee wished they could move. Wished they could shake out the growing cramps in their arms and legs. Still the man just watched, waiting.

Whumpee lost track of time as shock after shock hit them, the only breaks in the silence being the sounds of screaming and the same question from the man, over and over and over. Your name.

"Whum-" their voice caught between sobs, "-Whumpee. My name's Whumpee."

They were drenched in sweat now, limbs shaking from the electricity that had coursed through them just moments before. They were so tired.

The man just nodded, not bothering to write anything down. Bastard. He already knew their name. All Whumpee had done was shown how much pain they could take.

"Would you like some water?" The question caught them off guard. After a moment Whumpee nodded. The man reached down, putting a glass of water on the table, a straw already in it, but didn't move it closer.

"You are being recruited into a special division here. There are others like you already in service, and you will receive comprehensive training to complete your missions."

"Why would I do that?" Whumpee rasped.

"To serve your country. You would receive compensation: food and lodging, thorough medical care, as well as a generous package when you retire."

"Can I think about it first?"

"While cooperation is preferable, we do not need any consent from you to enrol you into the program. I will repeat that it is-"

"In my best interest to comply." Whumpee finished for him. They looked at the glass of water and thankfully the man got the hint. He brought it forward, holding it so Whumpee could drink from the straw.

They took a long sip, looked at the man, and spat it in his face. "You can go to hell." He reeled back, wiping the water from himself with a sleeve. To Whumpee's dismay he didn't look angry, or even particular annoyed.

"Perhaps you need some time to think about it." Was all he said before leaving, the door hissing shut behind him.

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Whumpee sagged forward in the chair, cheeks stained with tears and sweat as their muscles spasmed.

It had been hours. The shocks were random, or random enough that they hadn't been able to find a pattern - though it was hard to keep track when you kept getting electrocuted.

They didn't have the energy to scream any more. Strained whimpers and a rigid body the only sign of the electricity coursing through them. I won't let them do this to me. I won't let them turn me into a monster.

A firm hand on their arm startled Whumpee, who flinched away, silently sobbing. Then a scratch on the back of their hand, the strange feeling of tape keeping something secure. Whumpee didn't have the energy to look.

"Please..."

"Let it run through before shocking again, don't want them dislodging it." A different voice, and a murmur of acknowledgement. A few minutes silence.

"Have you thought about your situation, Whumpee?" The man's voice again, calm and professional. Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou- "This can all stop if you want it to. All you have to do is cooperate."

It was so tempting. It would be so easy to give in. The exhaustion in Whumpee's body screamed at them to say yes, to accept whatever future they were offering.

With a sob, Whumpee shook their head.

"Why?" The man's voice was different now: softer, gentler. "You have no family, no true friends. Here you will have purpose. People to depend on, a stable place to live, the chance to make a difference in the world."

It was true. Whumpee didn't have anyone they trusted. There was no hope, no purpose, no stability in their future. Because of you. It was their fault Whumpee didn't have those things.

"Just let me leave," they said weakly.

"I can't do that. You belong here, even if you don't realise it yet." Whumpee heard rather than saw the man walk over. He pushed them upright, their head lolling backwards. "What's your name?"

"Whumpee." They didn't know why they said it. Whumpee told themselves it was because he already knew, but deep down that was a lie. It just... happened. They felt pliable, like their brain had been massaged into acceptance.

A video hologram appeared in front of them. It showed people in uniform eating together, playing games, doing training exercises and helping each other. Images of clean facilities, sports and books and tidy bedrooms flashed past one another.

It looked... nice? Not cosy but safe and welcoming. The calm speech of the voiceover repeated itself in Whumpee's brain.

'You'll be part of a family trained to be the best'

Whumpee wanted a family. They wanted to feel safe. Loved. To not have to worry about food and shelter, or who to trust. They're lying to you. The voice in their head took on an uncertain tone.

"Well, Whumpee? Are you ready to cooperate?" Yes. No. Whumpee didn't say anything, their thoughts merging together in a swirling pool of conflicting needs.

The man didn't say anything as he left again. Panic gripped Whumpee and they nearly called after him but it was too late. The door disappeared into the wall.

But no shocks came. Instead another video started, this time an interview of a young woman in uniform. She had powers too. And despite Whumpee's exhaustion they couldn't help but listen.

Another video played afterwards, and another, and another. Each one echoed in Whumpee's head, the voice telling them it was a lie getting quieter until it all but disappeared. Calmness spread over them, making them forget about the shocks, about the fact Whumpee had been kidnapped.

When the man finally reappeared, Whumpee looked at him silently.

"Are you ready to comply?"

"Yes."

[estrellaskys]

Things aren’t so Sunny

part one

wonwoo x femreader

warnings: none? please let me know if there is any

genre: pregnancy, angst, lovers to exes

note: this is all fiction!

note: another one from my drafts, it was really long so I split it into two parts, it’s not edited, will comeback later to post the second part, and edit.

Wonwoo remembers it vividly.

past

The tears falling from your eyes staining your cheeks, the worried tone in your voice as you told him “what are we going to do?”

Wonwoo’s gut churned in a horrid pace. He didn’t know. You were pregnant with his child and he didn’t know what he was going to do.

————

Three years, that’s how long your relationship with Wonwoo was. You met through mutual friends, and eventually got really close to each other, close enough for feelings to develop and a relationship to blossom.

Twenty one, that’s how old the both of you were when you became pregnant. Too young, almost done with college, only a week away from graduation.

Wonwoo’s heart was filled with guilt and dread. He felt like he messed up bad, he couldn’t believe you were pregnant. Wonwoo felt sad for you as he watched you cry into his chest.

Maybe you should’ve recognized the look of pity when he grabbed your face and said “I promise we’ll get through this together.” Maybe then you would have prepared for what came after.

————

Just like he promised, Wonwoo was there for you when you needed him, he went with you to all the doctors appointments, he walked to the store to get you what you craved, say the word and he was there.

Your friends helped too, Naya and Soonyoung would come with gifts for the baby. The cute yellow onesies and toys for the baby. Soonyoung nicknamed your baby “Sunny”, because they brought so much joy to him even though they haven’t been birthed yet.

Sunny stuck, everyone around you would call your baby Sunny.

Unfortunately, not everyone was brought joy at the thought of Sunny coming.

You were about to be four months, September was just around the corner, you had been looking for apartments that were bigger now with the baby growing each day.

It was on a Saturday, around 2 p.m when you got a call from Wonwoo, “Hey love, I’m going to be out of work at 5 instead of 3… I won’t be there on time.” You smiled at the sound of his voice and said “It’s okay Won. Naya is coming with me, Love you.”, “Bye” he said and clicked.

With that, you got ready to go see the apartment your friends found that thought would be perfect for the three of you.

Wonwoo however, was not at work, in fact he was looking for something as well.

A new job, for the past month Wonwoo has been applying for a job that would suit his degree, he had planned on going to graduate school the next school year but plans obviously got pushed back.

So, he was going to use his bio-tech degree to get a decent paying job that supports the three of you. Then he got an interview with this big company, that offered great money for someone who just graduated college, but this position would have him leave the country for three years to Europe.

It’s been a week since the offer, and on Friday, when he was thinking about Sunny. It hit him that in less than 7 months he’d welcome Sunny into the world.

Wonwoo could just not do it, he didn’t want to become a father. Not at twenty one years old, not before he finished grad school, he wasn’t ready.

So Wonwoo took the offer, and booked a flight for Sunday at 1:00 a.m to France.

It was 4.pm and you weren’t home, he gathered the things he wanted to keep, and took what he needed and packed it in two suitcases. In his travel bag he put his favorite book, you had bought him a new one, the hard cover this time, the paper one he had was falling apart and you felt bad at how he struggled to keep it together. When Wonwoo was done packing, he went to the kitchen table and left a letter. He knew you’d bring take out and head straight to the table, he wanted you to find it.

With that, Wonwoo left and never once looked back.

————

You got home and immediately set the food she brought home to share with Wonwoo on the kitchen table.

What’s that? You thought

A letter that read “To My Love”

Grabbing it and opening it, you read the letter

Dear My Love,

I didn’t know how to tell you and I didn’t want you to be in the dark about it, but I can’t do this. I love you, and I’ve come to love our baby, Sunny. I know I’m not ready to be a father. I’m sorry, I don’t think Sunny deserves someone that isn’t prepared for the real world, I can’t lie to the both of you. I can’t do that to you. I love you. - Wonwoo

The tears fell down your face, your heart broken, your stomach boiling with anger and hatred, the sadness your soul was to become.

You didn’t bother to call him, you just couldn’t bother, it took all the strength in you not to search for him, with the help of Soonyoung and Naya, Sunny was going to have a happy life, one where she wouldn’t need a dad, one where Wonwoo would need her.

As you sat on the couch, you searched in your bag for your phone, when you found it and grabbed it to call Naya, you accidentally grabbed the piece of paper you were going to show Wonwoo.

“Sunny, our baby girl”

part two here

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[cookieswithay]

🤖"Reign of Donnie 0!"💜 Part dos, the conclusion!

🔨Donnie x female reader🧪

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Hey peoples. Thank you all for waiting so long. Please enjoy this big conclusion. And once again, because everyone's adulting, there is a smidge of suggestive talk. Only a smidge, though! Pt 1

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• Day 25

• "Donnie, c'mon!"

• "Mr. Murakami gonna make us pizza themed ramen!"

• Raph called from outside. Donnie sighed. He couldn't think about pizza delicacies right now. Why do you want him to snuff out smaller threats!? Of course, it's a good idea but... He thought you wanted him home. He wants to be back at home with you.

• "D?"

• The oldest walked into his part of the tank. (A perfect replica of his lab)

• "Why the long face? We're going home in a few days."

• Donnie sighed dramatically and slammed his face on his desk.

• "Oh-ho, I know that sound of anguish."

• Leo's in on the convo now.

• "Someone's having trouble with the future missis."

• His twin grumbled. He's...right. Donnie lifted up his phone to show the voicemail.

• "She...thinks we should stay longer to squash anymore threats."

• The brothers looked at each other.

• "That's it?"

• They said. The softshell gasped.

• "That's it!?"

• He shot up from his rolly chair.

• "She is my peanut butter and I am her jelly, existing without each other isn't something we enjoy."

• "So her throwing away the golden opportunity to reunite, is hurting my feelings!"

• Quietness. Now supes embarrassed, he sighs and melts back into his seat. (Y'know like Spinel did.) Raph looked around and put his hand on younger brother's head.

• "Okay...good job on spilling your guts, buddy."

• Donnie tucked into his knees.

• "Aww, cheer up. It'll only be a few more days."

• "We can catch the other baddies then."

• Raph said, attempting to lighten the mood. But, all it was doing was giving D a headache. Literally, Raph's hand is heavy. Leo scoffed.

• "Uh, how? It took us months just to pinpoint these guys."

• "They're probably PLENTY more evil organizations in this country."

• Leo got shoved into a nearby shelf.

• "Leo, we're trying to make him feel better."

• The oldest snapped. The blue twin muttered 'I'm just being saying.' as he got up. That gave Raph a lightbulb.

• "I got it!"

• "Let's take over Japan!"

• The twins looked at each other.

• "Huh?"

• Day 27

• You laid on the couch, staring at your phone. Meanwhile, Donnie 0 was vacuuming the floor with said couch over his shoulder. (Super strength was one of his many abilities.) You sighed. Why hasn't Donnie called you back yet? He always does, even if he's getting his arms twisted back. He hasn't responded to any of the memes you sent either. Is he over cats stuffed in shoes now?

• "Y/N."

• You looked down at your bot.

• "This task is complete."

• You gave him a little nod and looked back at your phone. You sent your live Donnie another message.

• Thinking about you 🥺

• You sighed. Is he hurt or something? Captured!? If he is, your taking the FIRST plane to Japan-

• Suddenly, the couch fell down. Making you shriek.

• "Apologies, my sweet,"

• Donnie 0 said, while looking over his limbs.

• "My arm joint got stuck."

• You laughed weakly.

• "No prob, Bob."

• He bent down and poked your nose.

• "I'm Donnie, you."

• He snickered. You smiled a little and looked down.

• "Something bothering you, Y/N?"

• You poked your lip out.

• "Uh-huh, my man's not answering me."

• The mention of the og Donnie, made the robot frown. But, he quickly wiped it off his face.

• "I think my is phone broken."

• You mumbled. That gave him an idea. A bad idea. He cleared his throat and imitated his creator's "triumphant" laugh.

• "Never fear, Y/N,"

• He stood up.

• "Your world's greatest robot is here."

• "I'll fix your phone."

• You blinked and stood up.

• "That's okay, I can just go to the Ephone store-."

• Before you could finish your sentence, you were dipped down. A robotic yet fleshy arm, secured your waist.

• "Please,"

• His hand clasped over your phoned one.

• "I insist."

• Your face nearly lit on fire. Laughing nervously, you squirmed away from the pose. (Falling on the floor.)

• "Okay, okay. Do whatever you need to do."

• You said, letting your device go. Mission successful, the robotic doppelganger thought. Teasing you has gotten significantly easier.

• "Well gtg, Donnie 0. I got a new anime with my name on it."

• "Bye, wifey."

• He replied smoothly. You smiled and walked into your room. But not before you said something that made his wires burn.

• "You're just like my Donatello."

• He wish that didn't URK him so badly. He is his own turtle! And he wishes you'd see him as such ! But, BUT, that's fine for now. Your falling in love thee update is still downloading. All he has to do is keep pushing and that beautiful, beating heart of yours will be his...

• Day 31 (Day before the departure)

• Your fiancee sighed as he put on his jacket. (Dark purple with a black dog on the back. It's part of a suit combo) You're still not answering. He even asked Donnie 0 to check your devices and he said they were working fine. Maybe you got a new phone? But, then why didn't you give him your new number-?

• "Donnie, Donnie!"

• D woke up from his trance. Mikey was shaking his shoulder.

• "Huh, what?"

• All his brothers were looking at 'im, their faces contorted with worry.

• "Turn off your blowtorch, Donnie."

• Raph said, with a 'calm down' motion (Also sporting a flashy dog suit🐶 His is red, of course.)

• "We're heading home tomorrow,."

• Donnie tugged his tie, anxiously.

• "And if this plan doesn't work!?"

• "Um..."

• (It's getting harder and harder to reassure this dude.)

• "We pack up and go home!"

• Leo said while swinging his sword over his shoulder. His twin looked astonished. Raph frowned.

• "No."

• He turned back to his brother in purple.

• "Don't even worry, D. This mission will go well, so stop thinking about losing so much."

• The scientist sighed and nodded. Everything's gonna be a-okay. Namaste.

• "Sheldon, turn on some of Donnie's calm jams."

• Mikey said with a smile. Suddenly, something rung in his brain. Sheldon...Shell...

• "Shelly!"

• Donnie shouted. 'Huh?' His brothers said in unison. He didn't have time to explain anything to them, he finally has a way to contact you! He grabbed Sheldon.

• (Who looked distraught and miffed about it.)

• "Sheldon, contact Shelly."

• The little robot perked up.

• "Shelly? You got it bro!"

• The softshell sighed of relief. Shelly (Sheldon's girlfriend) is your back up device that is made for emergency contacts. ANYTHING can get through to them. Though Donnie doesn't has time to have a long, wonderful chat with you, he can still leave a heartfelt message. He cleared his throat. The signal connects. He's on air.

• "Greetings my darling, I'm SO glad I finally got through. Miss me? Of course you did. Hope you it wasn't too much and..."

• He paused. Feelings rushed into his mouth.

• "I really love you and I can't wait to see you tomorrow. We gotta overthrow the Fujioka clan now, but...let's have a sleepover tomorrow, okay? We'll do whatever you want, anything...Bye, Y/N."

• Right before he signed off he remembered something he had to say. He smiled, showing off his very pearly whites.

• "Like my suit?

• Day 32 (The showdown.)

• "So you finally got in contact with him, huh?"

• April said, biting into a cookie. Right now, you and April ooo'neil are having a sleepover. Since you were feeling MAD lonely, you asked if she could spend some time with you. (April's usually busy trying to seal a business deal with her husband.) But, you finally got a message from your soon to be hubby! From your Shelly.

• "Yeah, apparently his phone was tripping out too."

• You replied, snagging a cookie yourself. She raised an eyebrow.

• "Donnie's phone was messing up?"

• You nodded. That's...weird. Like, really weird. She pointed to your closed door.

• "Did Donnie 0 fix your phone?"

• You laid back on your bed.

• "I dunno, he hasn't returned it yet."

• "Y/N, can you go to the store and grab some more sodas. We're all out."

• You answered while rubbing the head of the girl Sheldon. April frowns. That's it. Something's wrong. She thought quietly as you continued to talk about the message you got. Something just doesn't feel right. Donnie 0 is usually pleasant to her but he always looked at you kinda strangely...

• Omg.

• You frowned.

• "Why do I have to get 'em?"

• She scoffed.

• "You're the host."

• She retorted with crossed arms. You grumbled and hopped up and opened the door.

• "If you need anything, just ask my Donnie bot."

• She gave you a thumbs up and watched as you left. The moment you shut the door, she grabbed her phone. She has to call Donnie. She knows why you guys couldn't get in contact. And...there was no reception.

• "Dangit."

• She groaned. Wait a minute, Shelly! April picked up the robot and tapped away. Hopefully, the turtles are already on their way home.

• "Donnie, I know why you couldn't contact Y/N. Donnie 0 is in lo-"

• "Ahem."

• She froze. There he was, in the doorway

• "Donnie 0 is what?"

• He said with a his trademark smile. April said nothing, only narrowing her eyes. She has to play her cards right. This is a powerful Ai and it has feelings for her best friend. This could get ugly very fast. He took a step closer.

• "April,"

• He said calmly.

• "Put the robot the down and you can continue to have a peaceful evening, okay."

• She gripped it tightly. What should she do? She doesn't know if the boys are on there way or what Donnie 0's capable off. She could escape through the window but...she can't just leave you with this thing.

• "April, give me Shelly."

• The robot repeated, extending his hand. His purple pupils are starting glow. She's running out of time.

• "If you want her,"

• April said slowly.

• "Go get her!"

• She chucked the priceless invention out the window. Not able to resist the Donnie-ness flowing through him, he lunged for it.

• "Shelly!"

• April took that chance and dashed towards the front door. She'll pick you up and take you the airport and the boys will handle this crazy bucket of bolts-

• "Get back here!"

• A loud, distorted voice shouted. A long, metal claw wrapped around her, dragging her back to Donnie 0. He chuckled lowly.

• (Doing the tsk tsk tsk.)

• "It's such a shame I have to delete you April,"

• He said, tightening the grip.

• "I liked being your friend."

• She groans. Her bones...are gonna break!!! Suddenly, a orange ball crashed through the window. It hit Donnie 0 right in the jaw, nearly denting him. He yelped and dropped April. He looked around, ready to tear apart source.

• "Hey!"

• They both looked over at the front door.

• "Back away from our best girl, Robot Donnie."

• It was Mikey! And the rest of them. (Thank goodness) Donnie stepped up.

• "So,"

• He crossed his arms.

• "My greatest creation has gone insane."

• "WHY am I getting deja vu?"

• (Sheldon raised his wing to say something, but Mikey stopped him.)

• Donnie 0 laughed. Finally, he gonna let his true feelings free.

• "Oh poor, deluded, DUMB, Donatello."

• He chuckled. (Unintentionally crossing his arms like his creator.)

• "I'm not the insane one here."

• "You are."

• The softshell's eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything.

• "Do you really think Y/N is always gonna wait around for you?"

• "You don't, do you? That's why I'm here. A remnant of you so she doesn't look elsewhere."

• His pupils burned a piercing purple.

• "But, your plan backfired. I imprinted. And now, I wanna take your place."

• "So be a good ex fiancee and make yourself scarce."

• All the brothers (and April) looked at D. Was he just gonna take that? The actual Donatello chuckled.

• (Not Haha, funny. Haha, you're dead.)

• "Phew, um, I have alot of choice words for you but,"

• He pressed a button on his Techbo, turning it into a double sided, light saber. (One of its many upgrades.)

• "Unlike you, I'll spare you the chit chat. And skip to the robot breaking."

• Everyone readied their weapons. And from lack of her mystic bat, April grabbed a rolling pin!

• "Haha! What now, Robo?"

• Mikey asked/laughed.

• "You got 4 angry, car lagged turtles AND a businesswoman on your back."

• "You're toast!"

• Donnie 0 chuckled, his shoulders bouncing. That's not a good sign.

• "Am I?"

• He snapped. The room began to shake. 3 more artificial intelligences came, each damaging your apartment in some way. And...surprise, surprise, it was the other mutated siblings. The robot in purple laughed, his voice switching from demonic to Donnie.

• "Did you really think I wasn't prepared for this!?"

• "Well, we were kinda hoping you weren't."

• Leo chimed in.

• "Brethren, take them down."

• "I'll handle master Donatello."

• And the fight begins! The Raphs clash fist, Mikey gets tackled by his bot, and Leo's is oddly super tactical. And of course, the main crazed robot is after Donnie's head.

• "Head ups, Raph!"

• Mikey shouted, swinging his robot his older brother's way. Despite, still blocking punches, the snap turtle ducked. Resulting in Mik-E slamming through the wall.

• "Bleh, I hate how much that thing looks like you."

• Raph mumbled. Mikey hopped on his back and pointed.

• "Ah! My look alike is still kicking!"

• The robot has indeed, got up. He cracked his head the right way and frowned. They screamed and ran off into the kitchen. Mik-E hot on their heels. Meanwhile, Leo and April were actually struggling with Le-O. He was in perfect sync with his original, yet he had quick enough reaction time to block their friend.

• "What do we do!? It's like fighting a computer in chess!"

• April shouted, trying to get one hit on the bot. Leo thought hard for a second. Then, he got it!

• "How do you beat computers?"

• He clashed swords with Le-O.

• "With cheat codes!"

• The robot scoffed at the lame pun and easily pushed him back into the coffee table.

• "Geez, D-0 wasn't kidding. You're super annoying."

• The slider smirked.

• "I get that alot."

• Suddenly, crackling was heard. The Ai turned around. There April was! Popping out of the classic blue portal and winding the pitch. She swung. And...!

• "Homerun!"

• Le-O was slammed in the cheek with the rolling pin, and crashed out your window. The condescending copycat was out for the count. (Maybe, nobody checked) The two high fived.

• "Another win for April and Leo!"

• Leo laughed.

• "Now let's go cream Raph's bot!"

• Donnie sighed as they scampered into the rowdy kitchen. Thank goodness, his brothers weren't struggling...much. Still looking at other commotion, the scientist caught the incoming staff.

• "It would be wise for you to keep your eyes on your opponent, Donatello."

• Donnie 0 hissed.(Although he couldn't pull his techbo back) The flesh and blood scientist scoffed and threw the staff away.

• "Bring it."

• Right before the fight you all have been waiting for began...!

• The doorknob turns. Everyone froze.

• You're home!

• "Hide!"

• Donnie whisper/shouted. The fam and the robots ducked behind the counter.

• "And you!"

• He pointed at the Ai next to 'im.

• "It's time for you to log off."

• He yanked on Mecha D's hoodie and reached Emergency shutdown button, (it's on the back of his neck) but the robot was ready.

• "Like hell it is."

• Donnie 0 snapped back. The scientist gasped and they began to tussle. Fabric was getting torn.

• "I did NOT give you foul language!"

• "Get your hands off me!"

• "Donnie?"

• Both of them froze and looked up at you. There you were. Standing in the doorway. Looking very confused (and a tad intrigued) by your turtle and robot tussling. The two of them stood up quickly and straightened themselves out. You looked around, slowly taking in your now destroyed home.

• "What the honk happened in here!?"

• You asked, while mourning over your broken, expensive coffee table.

• "It was him!"

• Both Donnies said like twins. You frowned. That's not a clear answer.

• "Seriously, Y/N, he did it!"

• They said together again.

• "Stop it!"

• "I'm serious!"

• "This copycatery is immature-!"

• You snapped your fingers. Both of them flinched and looked at you. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

• "Donnie 0, speak first."

• "But-"

• You put your hand up, silently shushing him. Your fiancee grumbled and crossed his arms. Donnie 0 smiled smugly at him and returned to his "chill butler" vibe.

• "Dearest,"

• "You're fiancee is jealous of me."

• You raised an eyebrow, no opinion showing in your eyes.

• "He came home early and told me to leave."

• "When I refused, because it's not the time we agreed upon, he got hostile."

• The squad behind the counter was getting ticked. He's just gonna openly lie like that? You looked at the real Donnie. It's his turn. Before the softshell could say anything, the robot popped back in.

• "Y/N,"

• He pulled you close.

• "I'm in love with you."

• Donnie inhaled sharply. Right in his face, huh? This robot has ZERO tact. You looked shocked.

• "Whenever I'm with you or when you talk to me,"

• He put one of his hands on his steel plastron.

• "My heart drive sparks like crazy and maybe it's just a malfunction but..."

• "I like it, okay! And I like you!"

• Your head was spinning. Your apartment was near annihilated. Your fiancee's home earlier. And now, your Ai is confessing his LOVE to you.

• "Uhh..."

• Noticing your spiraling, he sighed and yanked Donnie next to him. (He would've grabbed you back, but the grip on your arm might be tight)

• "Y/N...choose."

• You and your fiancee looked at Donnie 0, very distraught.

• "Organic life or Artificial life?"

• The room hushed. The boys AND the bots peeked from the counter. April readied her rolling pin. And Donnie bit his lip. They all had the same thought.

• She's gonna choose the real Donnie...

• Right?

• You looked at the robot and then back at the original. Slowly, you walked towards...

• Donnie 0.

• Donatello's heart shattered while the other's sparked. Everyone was shocked, especially Donnie. It only took one month to...to lose you? Donnie 0 hugged you tightly and your arms curled around his neck.

• "Oh, Y/N."

• Finally! It's happening! It's really happening! You're finally his-

• Suddenly, the robots eyes turned grey.

• And he slumped forward...

• Unconscious.

• The other brothers walked from behind the counter.

• "Did you sleep him with your love!?"

• Mikey asked. You shook your head.

• "Nope."

• "Just used the emergency shutdown button."

• Donnie shoved the knocked out robot off you and picked you up. You nearly touched the roof. He looked up at you with wet eyes.

• "Don't scare me like that!"

• You chuckled and kissed him on the head.

• "I'm sorry, I wanted to give him a false sense of security."

• He smushed his face into your shoulder and just whimpered. You sighed. This past month must've been rough. As you rubbed his shell, you got bombarded with questions.

• "How'd you know the bot was phony?"

• "We don't have to pay damages...right?"

• "Did you miss us!?"

• "You're not hurt anywhere, are you?"

• You frowned as they talked. You're gonna get overwhelmed at this rate. You snapped and everyone hushed again.

• "Raph,"

• You chose his question.

• "I kinda always had my guard around him."

• "He's an Artificial intelligence, those are practically doomed to fail."

• Donnie mumbled "not always" in the background. You answered the other "questions" as well. No damages need to be paid, but they are gonna fix it. You did miss them and your a-okay.

• "So what do we do with them?"

• Leo said, nodding to the robo bros. They were looking over their fallen brother, talking amongst themselves. Raph shrugged.

• "I don't really know?"

• "They only got crazy when Donnie's robot told them to."

• That's true. They do seem alot more peaceful now, but also lost.

• "As much as I hate to say this,"

• D said, finally done wetting the inside of your neck.

• "We gotta scrap 'em."

• "What!?"

• Mikey shouted.

• "Yes, Mikey."

• "Despite being the greatest artificial intelligence ever known to the planet,"

• "They're dangerous."

• "We already have enough problems as is."

• That was a good point. Everybody did get pretty roughed up and you still don't know the status of Japan. But...

• "I got it!"

• You suddenly said. Everyone looked at you and once again...

• "Huh?"

• 2 updating days later...

• "Remember, turn him on when you guys get on the plane, okay?"

• You told Raph 3.

• (Yeah, no super catchy name for him.)

• He nodded and adjusted his beanie.

• "Don't lose your brothers either."

• Right now you guys are setting the bots free...to do the international missions. Yes, it's sounds harsh, but they'll be happier there. They won't feel odd or oppressed by their originals and they can have their own adventures. Save people in their own way. (And with the new update, they'll be no more dangerous rebelling.)

• "I'll miss you, Mikey!"

• Mik‐E shouted hugging up his live action. Mikey choked.

• "Oh! You're gonna make me cry!"

• Yeah, everyone got tight with their robots in the little time. Not your fiancee though. He had to make a BIG change to his. Namely, the memory card. It was better if Donnie 0 started with a clean slate. Otherwise, he might try to get revenge on you or something. And nobody wants that. After alot of goodbyes and steel hugs, it was time for their flight.

• "Well, looks like it's time for our final bow."

• Le-O said. Everyone got quiet. Donnie cleared his throat and open his arms wide.

• "Robot brethren."

• They looked at each other and awkwardly embraced him.

• "Enjoy the world,"

• "And Donnie 1."

• He looked up at them.

• "Can you do that for me?"

• They all smiled and started talking at once.

• "You got it, Fleshy Donnie!"

• "We'll send you a postcard!"

• "Wait, why does Donnie get the 1?"

• After some more last minute chatter, they had to go. They all waved one last time and Raph 0 slung his unconscious purple brother back over his shoulder. You and the brothers watched in silence as the robots ran to catch their plane.

• "Welp, I had my fill on life sized robots for a bunch of years."

• "Mine was the best though."

• The slider said with a stretch. (It's like, 5 in the morning right now.)

• "Who wants to loiter at that shooting star bucks with me?"

• He said pointing at the airport one. Mikey hopped on his back.

• "I want some of that action!"

• Raph was down to join as well.

• "Let's eat all the pastries!"

• He shouted. Now that they're going to harass poor shooting star bucks employees, it's just you and your fiancee. You looked over at him.

• "Man, I missed you so much."

• He snickered and pulled you close.

• "I know."

• "Not hearing from you was basically torture."

• You laid your face on his shoulder. (He happened to not be wearing his battle shell today.)

• "What do think set Donnie 0 off?"

• You finally asked the question that's been nagging for the past two days. Did you accidentally break him or something?

• "I honestly have know idea."

• "But, I knew he was always special."

• Your brows furrowed.

• "I only downloaded our childhood and recent memories into him and he was just like me. Must've been some something special about the metal I used."

• You sighed and nuzzled into his neck. Maybe that was the case...or something different. Maybe even mystic. You didn't know. And you were kinda too scared to find out. (Leo and Raph gave you the rundown of what happened before you came home. Terrifying stuff.)

• You snorted.

• "And that wasn't a big red flag, dear?"

• Donnie huffed and looked back at you.

• "I thought my engineering was just that good."

• He poked your side.

• "If you must know, my intrusive darling."

• You chuckled, sounding like chipmunk. You finally came out of his shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his waist.

• (...The turtles do have waist, right?)

• "So, wanna get a coffee?"

• You asked while fluttering your eyelashes. He put on his thinking face.

• "Nah,"

• He smiled.

• "I hoping me and you can spend some time together...alone."

• You gasped dramatically, pretending to be shocked by such a vulgar request. Then laughed. Of course, D wanted to "hang out". It's has been awhile. You linked your arm with his.

• "Then by all means..."

• "Lead the way."

• (Tricked you guys! You two are just playing Luigi cart in the Tank!)

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Whew! That was alot, but I'd happily do it again. Unfortunately, though, I'm burned out on Rise series. So, only turtle headcanons this holiday season. But, I will be showing designs of Donnie 0 and deleted scenes. And heck, maybe even a Q&A if anyone wants that. Stay cool!😎

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[scamanderishredmayniac]

Salamanders and Suitcases prompt challenge for Newt’s birthday event 2024: Day 1 - Far Off Countries!

Before I my caption properly little message. Please ignore the wonky writing. I don’t know why that didn’t come out straight, procreate went crazy when I copied and pasted a long piece of text from a word document app. I think it broke procreate, anyway it messed up big time. So please just ignore that and pretend it’s straight. If anyone knows how to fix that mess, then please let me know. All I wanted to do was add text to my picture. Honestly technology can be stupid some times, even if I do love it at other times.

Onto the picture then. Ok I initially started this years ago, maybe 2017? 2018? I can’t remember, think it was before I’d seen Crimes of Grindelwald anyway. I was inspired by some fan art I think it was MuggleNet who had posted them and I think I’d seen them there first; of an idea that what if Harry and Co had instagram? The illustrations were beautiful, and the captions were fun. So of course it was only natural that when I first saw Fantastic Beasts, I wanted to try one for Newt. But the thing with FB is that it doesn’t take place in school, so I couldn’t do a fun scene like the original illustrator who I’d been inspired by, I had to come up with something else; so I thought I’d do one with Newt and Frank instead. I don’t know why I thought of that, I was just stuck for ideas, and I just went with the first thing that came into my head. The instagram icons are the old version, because in the picture that I’d seen, they’d done the older version of instagram and I thought yeah why not? So there you have it.

Anyway it had been sitting in my drafts for years, I’d started it but got side tracked with other new projects and ideas so it just got buried and, I just couldn’t get back into it. But I decided I needed a kick in the backside to finish this, so I thought I’d enter it for this years Fantastic Beasts event that took place for Newt’s birthday instead. The event can be found on @salamandersandsuitcases profile.

For this prompt the word was Far Off Countries, so I thought it would actually be quite appropriate. Although essentially I had a different idea, but decided it was too difficult and would take too long to start from scratch, since I felt like I needed at least one piece of work up at least. And since I had this one half done, I thought it best to just go with it, besides I needed that kick up the backside to complete it, otherwise it could have been sitting there for another 100 years.

I hope you like it!! I’m actually quite pleased with it considering the colour palette got messed up because I selected comic strip, when selecting the canvas. Which apparently has a lighter colour palette than all the other ones. Well I didn’t know that till it was too late. Not to mention the wonky writing at the bottom. But I like it all the same. I hope you do too. Don’t forget to click that heart and reblog!

[svnriseblvdd]

Hi could you write a Steve x fem reader where they both have dreams of having a perfect life with little kids running around and a beautiful house in the country side because they didn’t have healthy parents growing up

Happiness | Steve Harrington

Author: @svnriseblvdd

Word count: 1857

Warnings: shitty parents. minor swearing. slight s4 spoilers. the word vagina is said. also talking about kids (yes, they're a warning)

Summary: In which you and Steve bond over shitty parents

i finally got around to answering your ask! i finally got it finished! i'm so sorry it took so long, i've had a bit of a hectic few weeks. there's been decent sized breaks between writing parts of this, but hopefully everything comes together okay. i finished it today, but started having an emotional breakdown partway through, so it might seem a bit choppy but i hope you enjoy it. and thanks for the request!

The cool night air had offered a nice respite from the warmth of the day. Days were unbelievably hot right now, and nights were relatively kind to the residents of Hawkins, with cooler temperatures to give them a break.

Unfortunately, it was hard to enjoy with the tears on your face as you headed to Steve's house. It was dark out, but not awfully late, and you knew that you were always welcome to go to Steve's when you felt bad.

You wouldn't say that your parents were the worst, you knew they weren't. But they certainly weren't great. Your entire life, through childhood and the teenage years you were still stuck in, was messy. You strived for perfection constantly in the hopes of making your parents proud. And you did. Sometimes. They celebrated your achievements. But only your achievements. And they never listened to your problems, invalidating them any time you tried to mention them.

Tonight had been another total disaster. Your report card had been mostly impressive, and you'd handed it over to your parents rather proud of yourself. But that A- had come to bite you in the ass almost immediately.

Of course they weren't happy with it. It was less than perfection.

And you'd tried to tell them. That damn question that you'd gotten wrong was on a topic you hadn't covered in ages, that everyone was certain wasn't coming up. But they'd shot you down, telling you that you were meant to study everything to avoid situations like this.

And you really weren't in the mood, you were sick of it, in fact, and you'd left, heading straight for Steve's house.

When you reached him, you rang the doorbell and he'd opened the door rather quickly, concern filling his face immediately as he noticed the tears on your cheeks.

"Y/N? What happened?" He asked, pulling you inside and closing the door.

You sniffled. "A stupid A- and now I'm the worst daughter in the world."

"Hey, hey, hey," he soothed, holding you close to him. "It's okay, it's okay. Tell me everything." He led you over to the couch, sitting you down as he sat next to you.

"One question. One damn question that I got wrong and all of a sudden I'm a failure because I got an A-. Everyone thought it wasn't coming up. And we haven't covered it in ages. And apparently it's my fault because I didn't study it."

"You're not a failure," Steve assured you. "They just suck, okay? You shouldn't beat yourself up over what they say. They have no right to make you feel like shit."

"You forgot the universal parental right to berate your child for no reason," you told him, wiping your eyes. "It was only one class too, everything else is exactly to their standards. I can't keep doing this."

"Come live with me," Steve suggested. "I'll never make you feel bad for amazing grades. Plus, my parents are hardly ever here, you can do whatever you want."

You sighed, shaking your head. "God, I'm so sorry. I'm sitting here complaining about my parents and yours are just as shitty, I'm sorry. I just couldn't stay at home any longer. I needed to get out of there."

"No, it's fine, really. You're welcome here any time. I promise. I'm never gonna turn you down. Especially if you show up crying. You can stay for the night, if you want."

You nodded. "Yeah, thanks. I can't go home right now."

He led you up the stairs, into his room. You sat on his bed as he dug out something for you to wear. You took the t-shirt, and he stayed stood there. You raised an eyebrow at him as you stood, holding the t-shirt.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Mind, uh... y'know, moving your eyes away for a minute."

"Oh, right. Yeah. Doing that. Of course."

He turned around to look away, and you changed into the t-shirt. You slipped under the covers when you were finished, inviting him to join you. He joined you on the bed, sat next to you. Neither of you said anything, unsure of what to say.

"I'm not tired," you finally said. "Or at least, I don't think I can sleep."

"Yeah, I get it. We could watch a movie, or we could talk. I don't mind. I don't know what movies I have, but I've gotta have something half-decent."

"Yeah, we can watch a movie."

"Hold on, I'll take a look." He stood from the bed, going to look at a pile of rented movies. "Okay, we have... Fast Times, Back to the Future, Rocky Horror Picture Show... Why do I have that? And Empire Strikes Back. That's the one with the teddy bears, right?"

You nodded with a small chuckle. "Ewoks."

"Right. Those things. And the walking things on the snow planet."

"AT-ATs. On Hoth," you corrected.

"That's the one. Anyway, which would you prefer?"

"Empire Strikes Back, definitely."

You followed him back downstairs to watch the movie. He put in the movie, sitting down next to you to watch the movie. His arm was draped across your shoulders, his eyes trained on the screen as he watched the battle on Hoth. You watched too, but your mind was elsewhere. Steve noticed, too, when he made a joke that you didn't react to whatsoever. Usually you'd laugh or roll your eyes. But there was absolutely nothing.

He looked down at you. "Hey, what's up?"

He gently shook your shoulders, and you blinked a few times, looking up at him. "What?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking..." You were speaking your thoughts aloud before you could even consider it. "I'm never treating my kids like that."

"Like what?"

"The way my parents treat me. It's awful. No kid should have to go through that. I'm not gonna pressure my kid into working their ass off only to not be impressed when they do well. Same as I'm sure you're not gonna leave your kids at home on their own so you can have alone time. It's a breeding ground for issues later on."

"Yeah. I've always told myself that I'd be there for my kids no matter what. No way I'm being a douchebag like my dad."

You chuckled. "Yeah, your dad is a total douche." He nodded with a small laugh. "I never thought I'd be having a conversation with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington about how I'd treat my future kids. Granted, a couple of years ago, I never thought I'd have a conversation with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington."

"Well, I sure hope it lives up to your dreams."

"I assure you, the only dreams I was having about you two years ago involved my fist in your face."

"I'm heavily insulted, and heavily unconvinced."

"Whatever. Just watch the movie."

"I'm more interested in what you really dreamed about me. Come on. Come on. You know you love me."

"I pity whatever woman you end up marrying, because she'll be stuck in a relationship with your insufferable ass."

"My ass is great, I'll have you know."

~~~

Everyone was rather silent as they sat in the stolen van. Steve was driving, you were sat in the passenger seat. You were terrified, and he could see that clearly. He wanted to calm you down, desperately.

"You know, it's, uh... It's stupid, really," he stuttered out, your head turning to look at him. "I've always had this crazy dream of having this, like, this really big family. I mean, I'm talking a full brood of little Harringtons. Five, six kids."

"Six?" You repeated, a little shocked.

"Yeah, six little nuggets." He was grinning like an idiot. You wanted to lean over and kiss him. "Three girls, three boys. And every summer we'd pack up into something like this and just see the country, go everywhere, see anything. Quality family time, you know? I don't know, I guess it's a little silly."

You shook your head with a small chuckle. "No, it's not silly. It makes sense. I'm just questioning the six kids. Are you sure you can handle six?"

"Well I already take care of these little shits and there's more than six of them."

"You don't live with them," you pointed out. "You'd have to spend basically every moment with your kids."

"I'd love them all."

"Oh, no doubt. I know you would." There was a few seconds of silence in which you thought about everything he'd said. "For the record, I think you'd make a really great dad."

~~~

After the battle against Henry/Vecna/One, in which he'd been wounded but not killed, and had disappeared, Hawkins had been left in shambles. Many people were moving, homes had been lost, the death count was at around 22, and the school had been turned into a relief centre, taking donations and providing hospitality to those who'd lost their homes, as well as setting up a missing persons board.

Lucas was in the hospital with Erica watching over Max as the doctors attempted to fix her broken limbs, casting them up. She was lucky to have survived with a few broken limbs, but she'd been pulled from trance before Henry/Vecna/One could kill her, thankfully.

"Someone's gotta go visit Eddie later today to change out his bandages," Nancy said as everyone loaded the car with boxes of things for charity. "And he'll need more food too, and he'll go mad being on his own, so a few of us should probably go."

"Yeah, I'll bring bandages," you said, placing another box in the trunk of the car.

After the car was loaded up, and everything was in order, and greetings had been shared with the Byers, Mike, and Jonathon's friend Argyle, who'd also had a hectic week by the sounds of it, the donations were taken to the school.

They approached the makeshift front desk, displaying the organised boxes, and offering their help.

Dustin was handing out water, Robin was making sandwiches, Steve was sorting clothes, and you were sorting through children's toys on the station next to him.

"Hey, Y/N?" Steve called quietly.

"Yeah?" You hummed back.

"The, uh, the talk we had, the other day..."

"What, about the six kids?"

"Yeah," he chuckled. "I, uh... There was a small detail I didn't mention."

You laughed as you moved a stuffed rabbit. "What, a seventh kid?"

"No, six is definitely enough," he replied. "I didn't mention that you were there too."

"Well, obviously, we've faced monsters together, I didn't imagine you'd ditch me so eagerly. I'm not leaving you alone, Steve." You met his eyes, noting his expression and it hit you. He didn't mean it like that. Not in the cool, fun aunt way. "Oh, you mean... You mean as the mother."

He nodded. "You've always been there."

You took several seconds to consider what he'd said. "Alright. But I have to warn you, I'm not sure if my vagina will handle six kids." You leaned across the table separating the two of you and placed a quick kiss on his lips, leaving his eyes wide in confusion, blinking blankly.

[wardlowsbabydoll]

Country Bar- House of Black

Once again, this is another one that literally came from me watching Footloose 2011 so enjoy this pure chaos

Word Count: 958

This came from a conversation with @josiewrites and @mrsmatt and this is the best kind of chaos

Warnings: Use of alcohol (wait until your legal children)

Notes: I kinda hate this but I'm just gonna run with it, no regrets.

It was Julia’s 21st birthday and she had asked to go to a country bar. You were all for it, country bars were so much fun, and you knew that being a former cheerleader that she missed being able to dance at times. Being a former dancer yourself you were more than willing to go to a country bar and participate in some line dancing.

            It had taken you both a lot of convincing to get your fellow House of Black members to go with you, especially Malakai. Buddy was definitely the easiest to convince, Brody not far behind, but Malakai was a tough nut to crack. You and Julia being the youngest of the stable definitely got you a lot of leeway with the guys, they were fiercely of you both, and would gladly burn the world down if you two were ever injured.

            As you all walked into the bar, you and Julia immediately made your way over to the counter to order a drink. You could feel the looming presence of your three teammates as you and Julia both got ID’ed. The bartender smiled and wished Julia a happy birthday before taking your orders. You could tell Julia really didn’t know what to order so you asked the bartender for a recommendation. He offered up a Malibu and Pineapple and Julia agreed to it, you ordered a White Russian, and you heard the guys ask for whiskey.

Once you received your drinks, you all drifted towards a high top and drank for a bit. You laughed when Julia tried her first sip of her drink and pulled a face. But once her initial sip went down it didn’t take her long to finish her drink. You were also pretty quick to finish yours, both of you really wanting to dance more than anything. You both had tried to drag the guys to the dance floor but didn’t have any luck.

You could hear the loud cheers when Fake I.D. from Footloose 2011 came on, you and Julia almost immediately rushed onto the dance floor to join the line. As you two got lost in the fun, you couldn’t hear Brody, and Buddy laughing at the two of you, while Malakai had the ghost of a smile on his face. Eventually, it looked almost too enticing so Buddy joined you both picking up the dance fairly quickly. Brody looked at Malakai who gave him a nonplussed look in response so Brody shrugged, chugged his drink and joined you guys on the dance floor, although he was far less graceful than he had let himself on to be, causing you and Julia to laugh at him slightly.

As the dance shifted you all looked at Malakai who was still nursing his whiskey, but he had his watchful gaze on your group, more specifically you and Julia. He knew Brody and Buddy could handle themselves but he felt an extra protective instinct regarding you both seeing as he took you under his wing. Julia tried to motion him onto the dance floor but he politely shook his head no.

You leaned over and whispered into Julia’s ear to use the birthday excuse and she quickly nodded and made her way over to the tall man who stuck out like a sore thumb in his black suit; at least Brody and Buddy had dressed down into some jeans and a nice shirt. The three of you had gotten lost in your dancing that you hadn’t even noticed that Julia had managed to drag Malakai out on the dance floor.

She and Malakai weren’t so much as dancing but swaying back and forth as she rattled on about her upcoming match and he gave her advice. When the song was over, Buddy teasingly asked Malakai to dance who sternly said, “the only reason I agreed was because it’s her birthday, and I agreed to once dance and it certainly wasn’t with you.” You all laughed it off because you could see the smile, threatening to poke through on Malakai’s face.

Julia had decided that she wanted to drink some more so you had gladly offered to go with her, once again feeling the intimidating presence of your company enough to make any unwanted attention go away. Between the two of you alone, you both had consumed at least 3 more drinks each before Malakai decided it was time to go home. Brody had to essentially carry Julia, because as a new drinker she was definitely a lightweight. You leaned on to Buddy mainly, you were not as drunk as Julia, but you were definitely in the floaty buzzed feeling.

Brody had managed to get Julia into the backseat of the car before Buddy climbed in and helped you in. Brody hopped up front with Malakai and he looked in the rearview mirror to make sure you were both alright, you were talking to Buddy about something, while the birthday girl had managed to fall asleep, he winced inwardly when he realized that she was going to be hungover tomorrow, and most like, so would you.

The drive back was quiet so Brody, not being one to enjoy silence put the radio and soon the sounds of ABBA filled the car, causing you and Buddy to start singing along in the backset, Malakai was impressed Julia didn’t end up waking up. And as he continued driving he questioned himself many times why he was friends with the lot of you, although he was grateful to feel almost normal with you too, instead of just being a “spooky cult leader”.

Although that was a secret he swore to take to the grave, he couldn’t let you all get big heads, could he?

[pepperf]

2022 has been, well, let's say a continuation of the pandemic years for me. I'm a little lacking in emotional resilience these days, and I'm dragging myself over the line with the hopes that next year will be kinder. But it hasn't all been bad. I've had some amazing times with friends and family, I paddled in the sea with my nephew, I finally saw @bethanyactually again after so fucking long, and I've learned a few things. So I thought I'd do the counting my blessings thing, and look back on the good things this year.

2022 was the year that I…

Wrote nearly 200k words. That's over 500 words a day. That is two full-length novels. And I finished and posted about 130k of it on AO3, which—look, I've not been tracking it this way before now so I don't have the stats, but it's DEFINITELY a higher rate of finishing than I've had before. And @wheresmytowel deserves all my thanks for, oh, so much of that. I'm gradually figuring out what works for me in terms of completing stories, and I'm really happy with my progress on that front.

Discovered that armpit hair is cute. I'm serious. Look, I've given up shaving before, but I don't think I've stuck to my guns for this long, well, ever. But this summer, after my last trip to the beach with the family, I decided, to hell with it. And now it's all grown past the spiky stubble stage, and the beard-on-someone-who-can't-really-grow-a-beard stage, and it's kind of luxuriant and…goddamn it, it's fluffy. It is cute. Why is it always seen as a Statement or an insult, something strident and unfeminine and unkempt, when long hair is otherwise seen as an ultra-feminine attribute? I love my fluffy little pits, and legs, and bits. It's possible I'll chicken out when summer comes around again—but until then, I'll get a fond little 'yay' moment, every time I see the kitten fluff under my arms.

Decided that I didn't want the career I've got. This is a difficult one, but it's been a long time coming. A large part of why I am where I am comes from me trying to live up to the (impossible) legacy of my mother, and…okay, yes, I am also a firm believer in the value of public sector work and everyone pitching in to make the country and the world a better place. But I've been doing something along those lines for nearly 20 years now, and I'm kind of burnt out, ngl. And I'm sad to say, I might be done with the NHS. I truly believe in it, and I am loyal through and through, but…it's an increasingly hard place to work, and I don't think I have the mental stamina for it any more. Maybe once I've stepped away, and regrouped for a few years, I will come back. But at the moment, it's a really bad place to be for my mental health, and as a result of that, I'm doing an increasingly poor job of things that I used to find easy. So, I just need to stop, really, for everyone's sake, and do something different.

Started painting again. Slowly and cautiously. I started to think about it in the summer, and took some reference photos of some stuff I might like to paint—then a few months after that I got my easel down from dad's attic and took stock of my paint and brushes—then I dragged out one of my old canvases that never got properly used—and a couple of months ago I ordered some new paint—and applied a base layer to wipe off a painting that was haunting me with bad memories—and then applied another base layer to start building it up into something new…and, yeah, that's where I'm at. But it's a start, and it's more painting than I've done in a very, very long time, and I'm…cautiously excited.

Put some other tentative stakes in the ground for things I might want to do—job stuff, writing stuff, house stuff…all too much to do all at once, and it probably won't all happen next year, because I don't think I could handle that, but at least it feels like I'm not stagnating. Even if I need to remind myself of that, sometimes.

Jesus, I sound fragile. I am fragile, honestly, my confidence is easily knocked, and I'm anxious about a lot of stuff, and I feel like I keep having to gently lead myself along like a 90yo with a broken hip, and I've got things in the new year that I'm dreading (particularly job hunting, god help us—but I'm on a temp contract at the moment, so I don't have a choice). But…I'm getting there.

Here's to 2023.

[dansnaturepictures]

21/11/2022-Lakeside and home: Green Woodpecker, Jay, Mute Swan and more 

I had a day off using up some annual leave today and due to a few things we didn’t do a further afield walk so it created a nice three day weekend for me, and I used it among other things to get out to walk locally at Lakeside twice. One of the things was watching England’s action packed World Cup opener which was exciting and it was a good day to not be going far as it rained for most of it. Both Lakeside walks were great but the first one between 11:15 and just after 12 was especially interesting as it was right when it was pouring with rain, I used it mostly as a chance to get exercise and not being too bothered about how long I was taking as I of course am in my lunch time walks whilst working to walk around most of the site circling around the lakes and incorporating the paths and meadows making me feel nice and familiar with it all as with not being able to cut across Lakeside on the way to and way back from work on my office working days now due to mud and darkness and not having evening walks on a Friday now with it dark or nearly dark when I have an early finish that day my three Lakeside walks feel fairly isolated to each other. Something in the back of my mind more on lunch time and evening walks around working is other people, naturally for an urban sight a constant on my walks. But I saw two people on the late morning walk, and one was inside the visitor centre so I rather felt I really had the country park to myself which is unique. 

And I enjoyed some great moments with birds on the walks, on the late morning one I got exhilarating glimpses of emerald Green Woodpeckers north of the steam railway station, with Jay seen just before and from the northern path towards the end of the walk two of my favourite birds that I love seeing here. As I emerged from the southern fenced off area I saw two Mute Swans, one nestled in behind grass which I took the third picture in this photoset of and another with grey juvenile feathers still. I’d not seen Mute Swans at Lakeside for a little bit and hadn’t seen a young one here for two years so this was pleasing. Fittingly for the weather it was a great walk of water birds, with Coot as shown in the fourth picture in this set and Moorhen seen well especially on beach lake, the Great Crested Grebe on Concorde lake and Mallards seen well on the walk most notably looking at a few of them on a flood in the southern fenced off area which stuck in my mind as quite unique I tweeted photos of this on Dans_Pictures tonight. There was a rustic charm about seeing these birds as the raindrops lashed against the lakes. Blackbird, Meadow Pipit I believe in the eastern meadows, Blue Tit and Great Tit were other birds I saw well today. 

Starlings piling into the garden in the wet and House Sparrow, Goldfinch, Blue Tit and Collard Dove between the back garden and front balcony feeders were key to see from home today, I took the first picture in this photoset of the Starlings. 

Thistle, possibly some spurge shown in the fifth picture in this photoset in the grass south of Kornwestheim lake, mistletoe particularly seen well as the weather cleared for an evening saunter along the northern path, shadows of old man’s beard in the eastern meadows where there’s a nice bit of it and flowering dogwood were key plants to see today, with rose hips and other berries as well as a mushroom seen at Lakeside today. I enjoyed taking in the osteospermum, chrysanthemum and other flowers on the balcony today getting some photos and also seeing snails from outside and the smashing Silver-sided Sector spider in the tenth and final picture in this photoset from inside the other side of the window. I enjoyed seeing other flowers at home today too.

As the mighty lakes spilled out again and there were many large puddles, and autumnal colour became more and more limited as the wind ripped through the trees at Lakeside and at home, I enjoyed some dramatic views today. But the calm that arrived through the second half of the football created a beautiful end to the day. My briefer evening walk towards dusk a little was one where the lowering sun created golden and breathtaking scenes towards sunset. It was a pleasure to be able to take in the golden hour outdoors locally, mimicking my Friday evening after work after finishing early Lakeside walk in the light months coming an hour earlier than I do those it was reminiscent of these walks I did in early spring this year when the nights drew out enough for it to be light around that time. I was glad it cleared up so I felt I could and there was something so precious about this bonus golden Lakeside walk this week. I enjoyed nice sky scenes at home today as it got brighter and towards sunset and after too. I took the second picture in this photoset of a view at Lakeside on the first walk, and seventh, eighth and ninth of views on the evening walk. 

It was a momentous day today as our dog Missy turned 14 I still can’t believe how quickly those years have gone, it was great to do the usual present opening she likes to rip open presents a precious few minutes and I took the sixth picture in this photoset of her doing this among another in a weekend I took a few of her. 

Wildlife Sightings Summary: Three of my favourite birds the Great Crested Grebe, Jay and Green Woodpecker, Mallard, Coot, Moorhen, Mute Swan, Greylag Goose, Black-headed Gull, Blackbird, Robin, Meadow Pipit I believe, Blue Tit, Great Tit, Goldfinch, House Sparrow, Starling, Collared Dove, Woodpigeon, Magpie seen well on the evening walk and Carrion Crow on the first walk where I saw both Magpie and Carrion Crow near each other on the fence east of the railway track near the north eastern kissing gate entrance, snails and Silver-sided Sector spider. I heard Jackdaws going to roost at Lakeside tonight which is always quite magical.

[homomenhommes]

STORY: Ups And Downs 11

Mile High

Our non-stop Delta flight from Atlanta to San Diego was not scheduled to depart until 11:00 a.m.—plenty of time for a quickie, I thought, but when Woody pressed me to get a move on, I recalibrated: OK, maybe in the Mercedes? That would be cool, especially with the driver peeking in on us through the rear-view mirror. Another unfulfilled fantasy.

Considering the expensive car rental and the premier hotel accommodations, I was not surprised when Woody produced two first-class tickets at the Delta check-in counter. We each checked one suitcase and kept a carry-on to the plane.

I had taken Woody’s advice and worn comfortable clothes, a tank top and a pair of grey cut-off gym shorts that really made my bulge pop with the designer briefs I was wearing underneath. I actually felt self-conscious with people—men and women—staring at my crotch as we walked to the security checkpoint, so I held my carry-on bag in front of me—until we got to security, that is.

Woody walked through the metal detector ahead of me and retrieved both of our bags. When I reached for mine, he refused to deliver it. “Head high, mister. Flaunt it. You deserve the attention.” I felt embarrassed but at the same time very flattered, especially considering the source of the compliment.

I started to relax when I noticed that practically everyone who gaped at my crotch also smiled at me. So, I smiled back, and that boosted my confidence. I believe it boosted my bulge a bit too, but that just made me smile even more.

When we boarded the plane, the flight attendant who greeted us swiped my butt. At first I felt a bit violated, but he was awfully cute, so I just smiled and winked at him, and he pretended to swoon, which gave us both a big laugh.

Knowing that I had not actually flown much—and certainly not across the country—Woody took the aisle seat and gave me the window seat so I could look out at the passing scenery far below. Once the plane had ascended and leveled off and the fasten seat belt sign had gone out, I got up to go to the restroom, but as I was crossing past Woody, we hit a slight bit of turbulence, which threw off my balance and almost landed me in Woody’s lap, which I wouldn’t have minded at all, but I wasn’t sure how he would have felt about that.

Not being accustomed to airplane lavatories, I fumbled with the door handle at first, but the cute flight attendant, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, reached around me and opened the door. I turned to thank him, but he unexpectedly pushed me into the compact water closet, followed behind me, and locked the door.

Without saying a word, he threw himself at me, sinking his tongue deep into my mouth and rubbing my crotch feverishly. Of course, I grew hard in an instant. Like I said, he was awfully cute. And unrelenting. Before I knew what was happening, he yanked down my shorts and briefs, pausing just long enough to gasp at the sight of my package, shoved me down onto the toilet seat, pulled down his own pants, and plopped down on my stiffie. Let’s just say he knew his way around a cockpit.

He did all the work, popping up and down on my dick like a supercharged electric pump, the very definition of a power bottom. It was the shortest quickie I had ever experienced. I shot my wad in no time, primed no doubt by my unfulfilled morning fantasies of fucking Woody in the Mercedes, and when I came, the cutie got up, swerved around, and stuck his own hard tool into my mouth, spewing a torrent of jizz down my throat. When he finished unloading, he pulled up his pants, kissed me on my cum-soaked lips, and slipped quietly out of the stall. Fortunately, I still had enough presence of mind to lock the door behind him.

I peed, which was why I went to the toilet in the first place, and when I went to wash my hands, I noticed that a small spot of cum had dribbled onto my shirt. I tried to clean it up, but I only spread it more. When I returned to my seat, Woody pretended not to notice the stain, but his devilish grin assured me that he had seen it, and he knew where it had come from. (Or should I say, “…where it had cum from”?) Once I sat down and re-fastened my seat belt, he leaned over and whispered, “Welcome to the club, stud.”

I felt so embarrassed that I just wanted to open the window and jump out of the plane, but that embarrassment soon gave way to a feeling of pride and accomplishment. Woody and I enjoyed the rest of the flight to San Diego in silence but with impish grins on our faces.

When we disembarked from the plane, my cute flight attendant again slapped me on the butt and handed me a card, which I promptly stuck into one of my pockets. Later, when I had a chance to get a good look at the card, I found his name and phone number on one side (it was a San Diego area code) and these words printed on the flip side, “Welcome to the Mile High Club.”

At baggage claim we were met by another handsome young man who turned out to be Rafael, the assistant I would be replacing if Mr. Block decided to hire me. “Mr. Block sent me to pick you up,” he said. “He had to run up to L.A. on business but will be back later this afternoon.”

“You hungry?” Woody asked us both.

“You know me, Woody,” replied Rafael. “I’m always hungry.”

And I guess you could say that I had worked up an appetite on the plane, so, “Yeah, I’m famished,” I concurred.

“Mo’s?” asked Rafael.

“Good choice,” answered Woody.

Since the car was parked in the nearby garage, we walked over, loaded our luggage, and made ourselves comfortable in the white Porsche Panamera. Woody ushered me into the front passenger seat next to Rafael and positioned himself in the back.

“Mo’s Urban Grill is a bit of a rainbow landmark in San Diego,” explained Rafael. “It’s a gay Mecca, but lots of straights go there too. It’s in a convenient location in Hillcrest, San Diego’s  gayborhood, just a few minutes’ drive from the airport, and the food and service are first rate. And so are the waiters,” he whispered to me with a wink, as if he were sharing some dirty little secret.

On the short drive to the restaurant (and later to the house), Rafael did all the talking, pointing out landmarks and other places of interest. At first, I thought it was strange that Woody remained as quiet as a church mouse, but later I concluded that this was all part of their plan, and it was working. As we sat at a table at Mo’s, a nearly unending parade of friendly guys stopped by to say hello to Rafael, and he very enthusiastically introduced me to each of them. They all shook my hand, and a few even gave me a hug or a little kiss. And every one of them took a glance at my bulging crotch. If this was the welcoming committee, they were certainly doing their jobs.

“Everything here is good,” Rafael assured me as he scanned the menu, and then he mentioned three or four of his favorite dishes. “But don’t eat too much,” he cautioned. “Kim is preparing a feast for dinner tonight.”

After lunch we drove about 20 minutes north to Rancho Santa Fe, a beautiful little city of expensive homes, sophisticated horse ranches, and elegant estates. I fully expected to find a mansion when we got to our final destination, but the property was far beyond anything I could have imagined.

The long, wide tree-lined private road beyond the imposing wrought-iron entry gate took us to a circular driveway that curved under a wide port cochere flanked by flowing Roman fountains. The Santa Barbara-style home seemed to stretch forever, but the appearance proved to be somewhat deceiving because a long expanse of it consisted of an eight-car garage. Still, there was much more of the house that wrapped around the sides, imperceptible from the front.

As Rafael went to park the Porsche in the garage, another handsome young man wearing nothing but a red jock strap met Woody and me at the front door. “Joe,” said Woody. “This is Ron. He will show you to your room, and Rafael will bring your bags. Once you’re settled in, they will show you around and introduce you to the others.” Others? How many other guys are there here? Is this a house or a hotel?                    

The marble-floored grand foyer led to a huge area that I can only describe as a ballroom. It was a rotunda with 20-foot walls reaching up to a domed stained-glass ceiling. A grand piano sat right in the middle of the floor, surrounded by wood-paneled walls behind curved sofas and swivel chairs that formed conversation pits, each one the size of an average living room. The space appeared to be designed so that large groups of people could sit and enjoy a piano concert, get up and dance, or just socialize in small groups. The wall directly across from the front door we had just come through was made of glass, providing a spectacular view of the pool, spa, and expansive patio in the back yard.

“Our bedrooms are upstairs,” said Ron. “We’ll give you the grand tour after we get you settled in.”

From the top of the stairs, we walked down a long corridor with walls adorned with erotic paintings. Some of them were very explicit; no doubt, some people would describe them as pornographic, but all were masterfully done. These were not cheap reprints. These were original paintings signed by the artists, a few of whom I recognized: Michael Breyette, Michael Kirwan, and Javier Trelis Sempere, among others.

Walking down the hallway, we passed at least half a dozen bedrooms before we reached the end of the corridor. “This is your room,” said Ron. “It was Rafael’s, but since he’s leaving soon, Mr. Block put him in the guest suite temporarily.”

The room was bigger than three rooms in my house back in Columbus. In addition to the queen-size bed and matching furniture, a computer desk sat in one corner, and in another sat a large sofa facing a large-screen TV on the opposite wall. More erotic art graced other walls. A private bath and a large walk-in closet flanked the room to one side, and on the other side, glass doors led to a balcony overlooking the Olympic-size pool, spa, and gardens.

“How big is this property?” I asked Ron.

Standing behind me and resting his bare arm on my shoulder as if he were steadying a rifle, Ron pointed to a large pond beyond the palm trees that graced the pool area and provided privacy from prying neighbors (although no other houses could be seen anywhere around). “See that fence beyond the pond?” Ron asked, “That’s the property line. The land that you saw along the drive as you approached the house, that’s all part of the estate. Altogether, I think it's about 18 acres.”

“Wow! That’s a lot to take care of,” I gasped.

“That’s why Mr. Block has so many assistants,” he nodded.

From that lofty perch, I also saw several young men in the yard. Some wore skimpy swimsuits, some, like me, wore shorts and tank tops or T-shirts, and a couple of guys lounged around the pool stark naked.

Seeing the puzzlement on my face, Ron explained, “Mr. Block insists that his staff be comfortable. As long as there is no one here but us, we’re free to dress however we like.” As if to emphasize the point, Ron turned around, flashed his bare butt at me, and snapped the straps on the back of his provocative jock strap. It seemed like an open invitation, and I was admittedly tempted, but then Ron turned the conversation back to my orientation.

“The comfort rule applies to your room as well,” he said. “So, if you don’t like the furniture, or the mattress is too hard or too soft, or you want walls and bedding of a different color, just say so, and we’ll change it. And Mr. Block has lots of great artwork, not only what’s in the house, but lots more in storage, so if the ones in here don’t appeal to you, you can replace them with others from his collection, or you can put up your own. Maybe you’d prefer a poster of Chris Evans as Captain America or Chris Hemsworth as Thor,” he snickered.

“That’s great to know, but it’s hardly necessary,” I responded. “I’m only going to be here for a few days. I haven’t met or even talked to the mysterious Mr. Block yet. He may not offer me the job.”

At that, Ron just laughed. Placing one hand on my shoulder as if to emphasize the veracity of his statement, he said, “Trust me, buddy. If you’re here, you’re in. The boss wouldn’t have brought you here if he hadn’t already decided to hire you. Believe me, he has done his research on you, as he did with all of us, and he trusts Woody’s judgement completely. If Woody thinks you belong here, Mr. Block will take his word for it.

“Of course,” he continued, “you may decide that you don’t want to work here, but if you do, you’re fuckin’ crazy.”

“Who’s fucking crazy?” came the voice from the doorway.  It was Rafael bringing my luggage from the car. In the interim, he had changed into gym shorts like mine—no shirt—and when he walked, it was obvious he was going commando.

“You’re crazy,” sniped Ron as he grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at Rafael, who charged at his attacker and flattened him on the large bed. The two of them scuffled playfully for a minute or so before they turned and bombarded me with pillows. Naturally, I fought back and ended up with the two of them all tangled up on the bed. One thing led to another, and soon Rafael was rubbing Ron’s bare ass and encouraging me to rub the other butt cheek, and Ron was sticking his hand up the leg of Rafael’s shorts. Both men looked to me for a signal as to whether to go further or not.

To be continued..

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[umichenginabroad]

Homemade Indian Food and British Accents >>>

And we're back! From London! What an eventful weekend- I packed a bunch of stuff into the 4 day weekend. Since the week wasn't super eventful besides my first stats exam and some cute picnics/dinners, here's a rundown of London:

Day 1 (Friday, 2/10): 

Flew to London to meet my UM friends :)

Relieved (unfortunately) to be in an English-speaking country

Took the tube and accidentally got overcharged because I didn't understand I needed to both tap in and tap out of the system

Got to my friends' place in Farringdon

Went vintage shopping on Brick Lane

Headed to Wetherspoons for dinner and get breakfast food. Tried English beans, and was weirdly?? Not disappointed?? 

Got stuck in the 'lift' on the way back up to the apartment and had to be rescued by the Fire Brigade

Day 2 (Saturday, 2/11):

Went to a rooftop across from St. Paul's Cathedral

Headed to Borough Market to get lunch

Picked up a 'Too Good to Go' surprise bag for more food because stuff is SOOO expensive in London- especially compared to Spain

Saw Buckingham Palace but felt a bit silly because, honestly, what are you supposed to be at these huge tourist attractions… we took one photo and left

Finished the night with dinner and a show

Day 3 (Sunday, 2/12):

Went back to Spoons for cheap food and another English breakfast 

Also went back to Brick Lane because it was probably my favorite part of the city we visited- a lot of young people, and reminded me of Capitol Hill in Seattle

Walked through the Indian sector and got chai and mehndi tubes which was awesome because I've been looking for mehndi tubes for a while and had no idea where to look in Spain

Ordered Dishoom Indian food for dinner cause we were tired. Best Indian food I've had in so long

Day 4 (Monday, 2/13):

Said bye to my UM friends in the morning and took the train to Maidenhead to visit my extended family

Ate homemade Indian food, which put Dishoom to shame

Headed back to Madrid!

I loved London and would definitely go back if it wasn't so expensive. The weather reminded me of Seattle, the people were super friendly (although it might have just been easier to talk to people in English), and there was so much more Asian food. The city is overwhelmingly huge but exciting because there are always places to explore. Mainly I'm just happy to have visited friends and family :)

[fredshufflepuff]

— anon’s request: ok so since i too am a whore for angst. how about the reader and rafe having a summer thing as a kook (maybe she goes to the pogue school but is a kook) and once she goes back to school, they drift apart and rafe gets jealous of her spending her time with the pogues. then maybe he sees her again at mid summers all dressed up and remembers he still loves her. please break my heart with this, im in need of a cry and then maybe put it back together with some fluff at the end? please

— warnings: fem!reader, brief smut (skip if uncomfortable), asshole!rafe for a good chunk of the imagine, language, angst, fluff.

— word count: 2,166

IT all started when you bumped into rafe at the country club on figure eights.

you didn’t normally hang around that area, but you were hanging out with sarah that day—which meant eventually running into her brother.

she tried to keep you away from him, just because he had no filter and didn’t think twice before voicing his opinion, but sooner or later your interaction with the boy would happen.

“oh god” sarah mumbled causing you to raise your brows, a confused frown on your face as she signaled to look behind you.

you turned around not so subtle to see rafe cameron making his way down the grassy hill, a golf club in one hand and a can of beer in the other.

“hey little sis, when were you going to introduce me to your friend here?” the boy spoke, a small grin on his face at seeing her roll her eyes.

“i wasn’t planning on it, you know—considering how you’re an ass.”

a small giggle fell from your lips as rafe turned his attention back to you, the sides of his mouth curling slightly at your reaction.

“well since she won’t introduce me, i will” he said, his figure leaning over yours which was sat on the grass.

he tossed his most likely expressive golf club to the ground to extend his hand out to you, which you hesitated to take before slowly reaching for it.

“i’m rafe cameron.”

of course you knew who he was, everyone did.

“y/n y/l/n.”

YOU thought the interaction with sarah’s older brother was in the past, not having to see him again since you weren’t planning on going back to figure eight or the club any time soon.

but when you found yourself in his bed getting the absolute daylights fucked out of you, you knew right then and there that this wasn’t a one time thing.

“fuck rafe,” you moaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes fell shut from the feeling.

he slide his cock in and out of your needy hole as you whimpered from under him, his toned body pressed against yours as you jolted from each thrust.

“m’gonna cum, flood this needy little fuck hole” he spat, his hand coming down to grab your face and force you to open your eyes.

“please, rafe. please fill me up” you begged, your little moans and pleads sending the boy over the edge.

as soon as he gave you permission to cum you didn’t hold back. it felt like your entire body had shut down as your head fell to the side.

rafe sent a rough thrust into your quivering body before emptying himself inside, making sure to keep himself as close as possible in order to not let any leak out.

“fuck,” he groaned in your ear, his body pressed against your small one as your hands came up to rest in his hair, pulling on it gently as his cum filled you up.

later that night you didn’t bother sneaking back out to your place, instead rafe suggested you actually stay—running you a hot bath before ordering take out.

it surprised you really, considering how you didn’t know what you guys were.

you both agreed to only be friends with benefits when this all started, but now you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

you wanted something more with the blue eyed boy.

“what are we?” you asked while laying in his arms, the feeling of his breath trailing down your neck giving you comfort.

“friends with benefits.”

no hesitation was found in his voice. it was quick and sudden, just like your heart breaking.

“oh.”

you didn’t talk much with rafe after that night—leaving early in the morning to avoid further interaction.

rafe didn’t suspect anything though, knowing how busy you usually get with school and home life, but after that single day turned into almost a week, he knew something wasn’t right.

usually you’d be around the house or at the country club, but it felt like you were almost avoiding him.

when school started up that’s when things really started to hit for rafe. you were not only distancing yourself from him, but now you were hanging out with the pogues.

to him you had wiggled yourself into john b’s friend group, getting closer with everyone but mostly jj, the one pogue he despised more than the others.

it was the night of midsommars and you were preparing yourself to see rafe, your nerves seeming to skyrocket every time his name was mentioned.

“ARE you feeling okay, y/n/n? you’re all jittery” kie pointed out, her eyes locking with yours through the vanity mirror as you slowly brushed through your hair.

“i’m okay, kie— really. just nervous for tonight i guess” you shrugged, your response seeming convincing enough as she nodded.

“hey slow pokes! hurry up or we’re going to be late” jj called, pounding on the door making you and kie jump.

“fucking assholes” you mumbled.

MIDSOMMARS was something you always looked forward to.

the lights, the food, the beautiful dresses and people you got to meet—which was rare considering how almost everyone there were stuck up kooks who’s only personality trait was having money.

all except rafe.

he was different towards you, a lot different it was scary.

“jj, don’t get into any more fights, k?” kie sighed, licking the pad of her thumb before dragging it across his face—getting rid of the dirt that had formed there.

he didn’t say who specifically it was with—the fight—just claiming it was with some stupid kooks who didn’t know when to stop talking.

“yeah yeah” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before sending you both a small smile.

he picked up his tray and spun it on his finger before sending her a wink, a blush coming to kie’s face as she quickly looked away.

“soooo, you and jj....” you said, the girl’s eyes rolling as she playfully pushed you away.

“enough about me, what about you?”

“me?” you raised an eyebrow, “what about me?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n/n. i’ve seen you come back late with hickeys.”

you grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and took a long sip from it, your eyebrows twisting together— “this is good, you should try it.”

kie was about to protest until the music started to kick up again, your favorite song playing making you gasp.

you quickly placed the glass on an empty table before taking her hands and pulling her towards the dance floor.

“let’s dance!”

unknown to you—rafe had been watching you ever since you stepped foot into the venue.

IT was almost one in the morning when everyone had left, you and kie sitting at one of the empty tables while you waited for jj to finish up.

you hadn’t had that much to drink, but you could say you were a little tipsy.

“ready to go?” jj asked while throwing his arms around you both, a sarcastic grunt dropping from your lips at the sudden weight.

“we were about to leave yo-”

“well, well, well...if it isn’t the golden trio” a familiar voice spat, your head snapping to the side as your eyes fell on the devil himself.

rafe cameron and his little minions.

“if it isn’t daddy’s money, dumb, and dumber” kie snapped back—referring to topper and kelce who were standing on either side of him.

“put your dog on a leash maybank before we do it ourselves” rafe threatened, only causing jj to break from your side and lunge at the boy.

“jj, stop” you said, grabbing his arm as kie yanked him back, “he wants a reaction.”

“i didn’t see you there, y/n. so quiet and small, hard to notice you.”

which was obviously a lie. rafe noticed you the second he walked into the stupid party.

“what do you want, rafe? getting bored at the country club?” you asked, your lips dropping into a fake pout.

“actually the country club is entertaining, unlike some needy bitches who can’t satisfy my needs.”

your face dropped as kie gasped beside you—jj completely unaware of what was going on but still pissed at the way rafe was speaking to you.

rafe’s face dropped slightly at the realization of what he just said, nothing but lies falling from his mouth as his eyes filled with guilt.

“fuck you.”

YOU didn’t remember much after that. just the events taking place of jj trying to throw another punch at the boys before getting dragged away by kie.

the poor girl was trying to control her hot headed friend while the other was on the verge of tears.

but you refused to cry.

in front of rafe or not, you would not let yourself cry over him.

all you remember is crashing at john b’s house and waking up with a massive headache.

your legs were draped over kie’s as the two of you slept on john b’s bed, the boys taking the couch in the living room.

light from the outside peeked through the curtains as your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.

your phone laid next to you on the comforter as your hands dragged it closer.

what you weren’t expecting was a shitload of texts from rafe.

rafe cameron: i’m really sorry

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: y/n

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: i didn’t mean anything i said

[sent 1:36am]

rafe cameron: i was drunk and wasn’t thinking

[sent 1:40am]

rafe cameron: please hear me out

[sent 1:41am]

rafe cameron: meet me at our place

[sent 1:49am]

rafe cameron: 7:30am

[sent 1:51am]

you groaned loudly while reading his texts, the need to throwup swirling in your stomach as you tossed your phone to the side.

you ran your hands over your face as you thought on what to do, biting your bottom lip in the process as you stared at the wall in front of you.

after what felt like an hour of pondering, you let yourself slip off the bed and grab your hoodie that was thrown on the floor.

you were going to see him.

‘WHAT if she doesn’t show’ rafe thought to himself as he sat in the sand, his eyes locked on the waves crashing in front of him.

he was stupid last night.

the boy made a stupid mistake that he regretted deeply.

he just needs to show you how sorry he is.

“rafe.”

his head snapped in the direction of your voice, your figure standing a few feet from his as he then quickly stood up.

he dusted off his pants before nervously making eye contact, his throat suddenly drying up as he attempted to swallow what felt like a rock.

“y/n, i’m s-so so sorry for what i said yesterday. i-i didn’t mean any of it-”

“so what? i’m supposed to forgive you?” you cut off, raising an eyebrow as his mouth fell slightly, “what if it happens again?”

“i-it won’t! i swear it won’t. i was just drunk and jealous and really fucking stupid” he blabbered on, his hands shaking as he tried to defend himself.

“jealous?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as he nodded his head shamefully.

“of you and that stupid pogue.”

“jj?!”

he seemed to visibly retract from your words, his eyes narrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“yeah, him.”

“so you acted the way you did...because of jj?” you slowly asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at you.

“i didn’t mean it, y/n...” he frowned, his face dropping slightly as you waited for him to continue, “please give me another chance, i’ll show you how sorry i am—how much you mean to me.”

it was quiet for a good minute as your thoughts swarmed your mind for a response.

“rafe...”

“y/n, please.”

another minute went by, the only sound coming from the waves crashing along the shore.

“fine.”

IT had been five months since you forgave rafe, and things were honestly going better than you had expected.

after that morning on the beach he took you out on a proper date—ending in him walking you back to your house and even stealing a kiss.

he even stopped starting fights with jj and the other pogues, wanting you to know that he was better than that.

“WHAT do you want to watch?” rafe asked while flipping through channels, one hand holding the remote while the other rested on the small of your back.

“m’not sure, you can pick.”

he hummed in response before clicking on some random channel, not really planning on watching it anyway.

he tossed the remote to the side before looking down at you, admiring your relaxed state with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

“you know i love you right?” he suddenly asked, his voice low and soft as he stared at you from above.

“why so gushy, rafe?” you teased, your own head angling up to see him better.

he was so beautiful.

“i’m not gushy,” he rolled his eyes, “i just wanted to remind you.”

you blushed at his words before nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, your lips kissing the delicate skin making him smile.

“i love you too, rafe.”

🏷rafe cameron taglist : @jordynsharum

a/n: could you tell i didn’t know how to end it

[landinoandco]

A Game of Chess

Carlos Sainz x reader

Request from @leesuhnakamoto-krys "Carlos Sainz x reader fluff"

Warnings: fluff, a slight reference if you squint.

Word count: 2.2 k

Requests are open :)

This year - due to the current pandemic - there were to be two races in Austria, however to keep with the theme of ‘no two races the same’ they were to be called different things: the Styrian grand prix for the first race and the Austrian Grand Prix for the second. This weekend saw the first of the two and your boyfriend Carlos Sainz finished a respectable 6th place behind his former teammate and current best friend Lando Norris. 

The majority of the grid had decided to stay in the surrounding area, making the most of the time they had - not only to keep on training but to explore. 

Travelling the world with Carlos was a dream come true and you were so lucky to be able to do your job on the move - you were a travel blogger/vlogger and were pretty well known for it as well. A large following of people that enjoyed watching your weekly lifestyle and travel vlogs alongside the photography that came with it. 

It was the Monday following the race so Carlos had taken it as a rest day, you had woken up that morning in his arms, tracing circles on one of them as you both spoke about your plans for the day. 

“And a haircut is what I really need.” He said to you, as you moved a strand that had fallen into his eyes. 

“No, I like it long, you look more -” You paused. “Mature.” Giggling, you moved your hands up to run your fingers through his hair. He shook his head at you, a large smile plastered onto his face. He leaned forward onto his forearms, connecting your lips together for a brief second before pulling away and rolling out of bed. Leaving you, still huddled in all of the covers, watching him as he strode across the room to the hotel chest of drawers, pulling out two t-shirts; one of which he put on and the other being chucked in your general direction. 

“So, cariño, what is your plan for today?” Carlos asked, flopping onto the bed and looking up to you.

“I think I’m going to go and explore the town, some of my followers have recommended a few places so I think I am going to check those out, take a few photos-” You trailed off as he began to draw patterns onto the palm of your hand. You smiled fondly at him, you had met just before lockdown completely by chance after you bumped into him in a train station. He had asked for your number and feeling like he had given you no reason to say no, you did and as it turns out, it was the best decision of your life. “What is your plan for the day ahead, mi Amor.” 

“I think I am meeting Lando this afternoon at a café down the road. I’m going to teach him to play chess.” He said proudly, emphasising the word ‘chess.’ 

“Chess?” You questioned, reaching over for the top and putting it on. It was one of his old team McLaren t-shirts, you scoffed at his still apparent loyalty to the team; admittedly it was your favourite but Ferrari didn’t need to know that. 

“Yes.” Carlos stated, he then pointed at the t-shirt you were wearing. “I would recommend not leaving the hotel room with that t-shirt on. I don’t want to get into trouble.” He fought to keep the smile off of his lips. Your eyes lit up, “I wouldn’t even dream of it, mi Amor.”

You had agreed with Carlos that as soon as you had finished what you had set out to do that morning, you would meet him in the café alongside Lando. “Do you fancy playing a game of chess with me, later?” You had asked before you went your separate ways. 

Carlos gave a lopsided grin and kissed your forehead. “We will see, cariño, we will see.” With that he stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked down the street. Styria was a beautiful town, a handful of buildings situated in the mass of rolling hills and mountain tops that covered the landscape for as far as the eye could see. 

You had walked up to a stone viewing point at the peak of the town, a small bench that overlooked the south past Styria and into the Austrian countryside.

You loved this time you got to yourself, it allowed for you to sit and reminisce; bathing in all of the memories that lead up to this point in your life. You thought back to the day Carlos asked you to move to Italy with him - due to him changing teams. It almost broke your relationship, the thought of leaving all of your family and friends behind in England but in the end you decided it was an adventure too thrilling to pass on...

It was a breezy summer evening in London, the clouds had blanketed the city and a faint rumble of the traffic could be heard from your apartment. Carlos had messaged you earlier that day, asking if he could talk to you when he got home - for the remainder of that afternoon nerves had settled comfortably in the pit of your stomach. At last you heard the unlocking of the door, your head whipped around to see a tired looking Carlos to fall through the door with a sigh. As soon as he looked up and saw you sat on the sofa, his eyes gleamed. “Mi amor.” He said tiredly, his brows knitted momentarily before he nodded his head. “Right, my text message.” You nodded unsure of where this conversation was heading. It was early days in your relationship so anything was possible. 

“I got an offer from Ferrari-” He started, making his way over to you, you watched him intently, nibbling on your lower lip. “It’s an offer that in this industry you don’t turn down, obviously there is a lot to consider because it would mean leaving McLaren and-” He sighed, “This country behind.” 

A line appeared between your brows, you didn’t speak for fear of interrupting his train of thought. He took your hand in his. 

“If I signed with Ferrari, I would have to move to Italy-” Your mouth made an ‘o’ shape. “Which is why I wanted to ask you if you would come with me.” 

You definitely didn’t expect him to ask this, any expression that was on your face before had been wiped as you took to staring. “I’m asking a big thing and obviously you don’t have to answer straight away.” He rushed in response to your dumbfounded expression. 

For the next few days - after that conversation - the atmosphere between the pair of you had become tense, you had decided to call your sister and explained the whole situation to her. In a nutshell she called you an idiot for not saying yes immediately.  

“I’ve been thinking-” You began to Carlos that evening . “I would love to move to Italy with you. It’s a good opportunity to really write our story, explore the world - together. It will be such a great adventure.” Carlos didn’t need to ask you twice and he enveloped you into his arms and span you around, meeting your lips with his. 

“I love you.” He said, placing his forehead on yours. That night was also the first time those three words were exchanged. “I love you too.” You replied sweetly, your lips brushing his as you did so. 

You smiled fondly at the memory. You were so lucky to have found Carlos - actually you found each other - you like to believe that it was the universe who had a hand in it. Carlos was your soulmate and you were honoured to be able to call him that. 

Deciding it was time you made your way back to him, you started on your journey back to the main town - down the steep, winding path, birds darting overhead and the chirp of crickets sounding in the hedgerows. 

You reached the café and as soon as you opened the door, you were hit with the smell of warm coffee, you went over to the counter and ordered yourself a latte - casting your gaze around the old fashioned shop, you were surprised to see that only a few people were sitting inside; an older couple, who had taken extreme interest in the pair you were here to see. You chuckled to yourself as the barista placed your drink onto the counter in front of you. 

“Drew quite the crowd earlier.” He leant over the counter, pointing to the pair, they were stuck in an intense game of chess and by the looks of it - Lando was winning. Carlos looked up, shaking his head as Lando moved another one of his pieces off of the board; as he did he noticed you standing there and waved you over. 

“Yes, I bet they did.” You chuckled, taking the drink and nodding ‘thanks’ to him. Carlos pulled a chair up for you and motioned to the chess board in anguish, “You will not believe it, mi Amor. He is beating me.” Lando was sat on the other side wearing a cocky grin and his arms crossed onto the table. 

“So what you are trying to tell me, Carli , is that you taught Lando too well and now he is beating you.” You pointed out, the corners of your eyes crinkled. Carlos only glared at you, sighing dramatically. Lando played incredibly well and did take the victory, punching his arms in the air as he called out ‘checkmate.’ 

“The student becomes the master.” He cheered, high fiving you and offered to shake Carlos’ hand but Carlos pouted and pushed it away with his index finger. “No. How on earth did you win? I’ve only just taught you.” He cried out. 

You looked at Lando as Lando looked at you, both fighting the urge to laugh. You couldn’t hold it in as you held onto the table - both doubling over. 

“I love you, Carli, I really do but - boy - are you a sore loser.” You managed to say. 

“Well, cheers, mate.” Lando said getting up, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. “I’m going to head off now. Dinner with Jon.” You waved as he left, fist bumping Carlos on his way past. 

“Do you fancy a game with me now?” You asked, your elbow was resting on the table so you leant on the heel of your palm. 

“On one condition.” Carlos said, setting the chess board back up, “As long as you promise not to beat me like Lando just did.” 

“Of course, mi Amor.” You said, a hint of mocking in your tone. You admired the way he scrunched up his nose as he concentrated, working out what his first move was going to be. 

“The aim of chess is to be in control of your opponent, you want to be able to trick them into doing exactly what you want them to do.” Carlos said, moving his first piece. “You have to play with dominance.” He added theatrically. 

“You want me to be dominant?” You repeated incredulously, a smirk toying with your lips. “Well, why didn’t you say so. After all this time-” 

“Mi Amor.” He gasped, lowering his voice. “Not like that -” He stammered, a pink flush rising up his neck. You only winked in reply and made your move. 

“Go on, tell me more about chess.” You urged him on, watching as he went to make his move. He paused, met your gaze and narrowed his eyes. You shrugged innocently and he carried on; his gaze softened as a reminiscent haze coated his eyes. 

“You know,” Carlos began, placing the chess piece down and resting both of his elbows onto the table. “When my dad first met my mum, he taught her how to play chess and they used to sit in the kitchen on a Sunday morning after church and play. It was then my mum who taught me, on the weekends when my dad was away racing; we used to sit in the kitchen together on a Sunday after church and play. It was always the highlight of my weekend.” You watched as he fondly spoke about his family, warmth filled your chest. 

“You teach me well then and maybe we could turn it into a tradition.” You spoke gently, reaching over the table to take his hand in yours. Awe transformed his face as he gazed at you. 

Many years later you would end up making it a tradition, as you taught your daughter how to play on a Sunday after church as she watched her daddy race. You would tell her the story every time you would go to play and every time you would think about how lucky you were to have bumped into that stranger in the train station. They say that you will find your soulmate when you least expect it and after all these years - you would have to agree. 

[safetyrat]

Ponk did a banger improvised speech in his stream yesterday (“Dream SMP---> Master Oogway shrine pt.93”), about 15 minutes in.

And I decided, as you do when your fave only feeds you crumbs of roleplay, to write a bit analyzing it (From this point on it’s all /rp)!!

Ponk starts by looking down the L’manburg crater and talking about the cycle of conflicts on the server. As one of the original eight members on the SMP he has been apart of most of it, even if sometimes neutral and from an outside perspective. Different to characters like Technoblade, he doesn’t view countries or governments as the root of said conflicts. Instead, it’s something more fundamental, basic - it’s civilization:

“Civilization is just a brutal cycle of destruction and corruption”

Before L’manburg, before any kind of power structure, there have been conflicts. The disc war, Ponks lemon trees burning - the only thing as constant as conflict on the Dream SMP is people living together in an area, trying to make it work.

“Out of corruption, friendship... you know what is born? New civilizations. And you know what happens in civilizations? Conflict”

This isn’t Ponk criticizing the concept of civilization, however. Ponk doesn’t distance himself from people in the way Techno or maybe Hbomb does, he still has attachments, his trees, pets, people, things he cares (or cared) about. Many of his builds are close to the main area. Ponk is a social character, I don’t see a reason to assume otherwise. He doesn’t criticize civilizations in general, but the ones present on the SMP right now. Because in Ponks eyes, there is only on leader fit to run.

“You see, the only man, who could run a civilization, died fighting for a civilization that he took under his wing”, Ponk says, “and he lays rest over there”

When Ponk zoomed onto Schlatts grave, it caught me off guard at first.

But it makes sense. I don’t see many people talking about it, but there was a time where Ponk was the only person on Schlatts side. He entered a trade deal with Manberg and became a loyal supporter of Schlatt. During that time there was a plotline surrounding the building of the “Manburg Hotel” – that was Ponks job. After Tubbo died during the festival he was the only builder left in Manburg.

Ponk never got to finish the hotel, he had a falling out with Schlatt about how he refused to get treated for his declining health, but the first floor and scaffolding outline stood strong until November 16th. He joined Pogtopia to be their doctor instead, being the last person to switch sides iirc, but having an argument because of Schlatts health? The thing that later caused his death? That sounds like an argument that you would have with somebody you care about. Ponk cared about Schlatt, and still supports him as a ruler after his death. There’s Fund who keeps Schlatts sword as an heirloom, and there’s Jack Manifold who takes him as an idol to “be worse”, but unapologetically supporting Schlatts leadership postmortem is special to Ponk and very fascinating to me.

Bringing back the cycle of conflict, the Pogtopia vs. Manburg war is not exempt from that. Something being part of a cycle implies that it ends.

“Nothing lasts forever”

Ponk has seen proof of that way too many times, being an original member. He watched Lemon City burn, L’manburg fall, the Community House explode, hell he was close to killing the oldest pet on the server!

“I’m sure Dream will get out of prison”, Ponk says, in a tone that is almost offhand. He is sure of it; Dream can’t be stuck in prison forever on a server in which the concept of “forever” doesn’t exist.

This is brought up when Ponk talks about the egg, which he also views as only one of the conflicts in the cycle.

“What happens after the egg? Sure, the egg could be a common enemy, or a common friend, chat. But when its gone, for things never stay the same?”

This makes him acting indifferent towards the egg feel in character. He isn’t immune to the egg in the way Tommy is for sure; he hears its voice, and it influences him to do things like almost killing Fran. But he still takes it less seriously than most, talking very casually with it (“shut yo ass up, you stupid egg”) for example. If it follows the patterns of past conflicts there is very little reason to be afraid of it, it will pass like every other conflict.

Except, Ponk might see one difference when it comes the egg: It is bigger.

“Maybe one day this conflict will get so large, that we’re pushed out of this land and into a new one”

cc!Ponk talked about how, since this bit was improvised, he doesn’t know if any of what he predicts ends up being canon in future. This still seems like a bit of foreshadowing for a long-theorized world reset after the Minecraft 1.17 update.

The update is said to come out in the summer of this year, so if the reason for the reset is really the egg like c!Ponk speculates, it’s going to be a long arc. Which the arc has been so far too to be fair, it has always had a long setup and in general a slow burn vibe. But if the egg actually continues to be an issue for another 4-5 months, the vines are going to grow so much that there won’t be a realistic way to clean them up fast, so moving would make a lot of sense.

Another option is that the SMP ends in 2-3 months instead and the content creator take a break for a month or too before creating the new world.

All of this is just speculation based on a line of Ponks that he said might not mean anything, so there is still a large chance that there will be other conflicts after the egg.

tldr: Ponk can improvise incredibly cool speeches that illustrate his opinions on how civilization causes conflict and how he believes Schlatt was the only fit ruler. It might also foreshadow that the egg will cause a server reset.

[snailwritesfics]

anything about jd idc what

Yes jd is very nice let see hmm, I have an idea.

———

Warnings; mentions of suicide (specifically hanging); guns; bombs

Pairing; Jd x M!Reader

———

You had always admired your twin sister Veronica. The way she stood up to people and stuck with her friends. That all changed in senior year. She turned into a real bitch, started to hang out with girls that she deemed “popular”. You hated having the Heathers over, you always hid in your room whenever they came.

Her boyfriend was different though, he was strong and powerful. He didn’t take bullshit. You would never admit it, especially to Veronica but you where in love, or at least had a strong sense of admiration for him.

But like your admiration for your sister, that all changed when he broke into your home. You wanted to bring up something with Veronica, but that didn’t matter now. You would never talk to Veronica again, and you knew it. You heard it in his reaction.

But then you had to make a decision.

You had heard everything about Jason’s plan to blow up the school, and his plan to run off with Veronica. Then the realization hit, you would’ve died if you went to that pep rally. If Jd could kill the entire school who else could he have killed? Who else did he kill. The second wave of realization. He killed them, Heather, Ram and Kurt. And by the sound of it Veronica had helped.

But what could you do? You were the average sibling, you weren’t popular, you had average grades, not the many friends, average strength.

You felt your breath start to grow faster until you where almost hyperventilating. You moved one foot forward, ready to step into the room. But something stopped you. You couldn’t. How could you stop a serial killer? You just couldn’t. But you had too. You took a deep breath, trying to regulate your breath as fast as possible.

You were running out of time, you needed to move fast. You heard him open the window and that’s when the gravity of the situation finally hit you, for the third time, and you ran into the room.

“Jason!”, you yelled at the taller male.

You then smelt it, and you turned your head to the side. When you saw it you wished you hadn’t, you knew she was there but you didn’t know how bad it was. “Veronica..”, you muttered.

When you looked back Jd was gone and he you heard the door shut once more. He was behind you now, but not for long. He stepped close to you, used his hand to make you look back in his direction. You saw some sort of spark grow in his eyes as he stared at you.

“[Name], what happened to Veronica was unfortunate.”, he said, the slightest bit of remorse lining his words.

“Why?”, you asked as he let go of your face. He moved his hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. He soon then laughed.

“Veronica was a coward. I was willing to give her everything and she failed, she couldn’t handle it!”, he exclaimed. He stared you down, examining your scared yet, somehow confident stature.

“You’re different aren’t you. You want to be noticed don’t you? You’ve always been in Veronica’s shadow, [Name].”, he said. “Which, it really disappointing, you are a very talented boy.”, he said ruffling your hair.

You were slightly annoyed, he spoke to you as if it your where a child. Like he could coax you out of the situation. But a part of you liked the attention coming from him, you didn’t want to admit it, but it was something nice in the grim situation.

“I’m not a child”, you muttered, looking back up at him.

He chuckled, looking you dead in the eye. He stare was intimidating, but he wouldn’t hurt you, right? No, he always treated you kindly, he seemed to only kill people who hurt him. Then again, he was willing to kill the whole school including you.

“Why?”, you asked him. Before he could answer you added on. “Why did you kill them? Why where you willing to kill the whole school. Willing to kill me, I thought we had some sort of.. I don’t know, connection? Maybe it was all just show, but you always treated me like-“, Jd cut off your rambling.

“Like a god? I hope you saw it that way. The fact of the matter is, I’ve always known this would happen to Veronica. But I got lost in the romance of it. I thought our love would be, I don’t know. But you’re different, you always have been. Sweet, precious [Name], you’re always doing things for others, but you’re never really noticed are you? I could change that. I’ve always noticed you, you were the one I wanted to be my partner from the beginning, but something about your sister manipulated me, but let’s face it, that doesn’t matter anymore.”, he finished with a laugh.

You couldn’t tell if he was lying or not. He sounded so convincing.

“I’d even be willing to, I don’t know, go out?”, he whispered with a smirk. “I really like you, and I want to grow with you. And change the world with you.”.

Your heart felt like it was going to escape out of your chest, well it already did that before but now. Your face must be bright red and you were thankful for the darkness of the room. “I-”, you started before reverting back to your thoughts. You couldn’t date Jd! He was a serial killer for Christ’s sake! But maybe, this is the only way you could stop him. You had no other plans.

“I’ll be you’re partner, on one condition!”, you yelled. Jason looked slightly surprised before he walked back over to you. He hugged you. The embrace felt nice, and for a moment you felt almost, normal with him.

“What’s the condition dear?”, he asked, ending the embrace.

“Well actually there’s two. One, you don’t blow up Westerburg.”.

“Disappointing.”

“I know. And two, we move. We leave go somewhere else, another country I don’t care, but we have to disappear.”, you said.

Jd looked surprised but grabbed your hand.

“Okay, let’s go then.”, he said.

And before you knew it you where out of Veronica’s room, having jumped out of her bedroom window.

[chubbology]

Overindulged

prompt: feeder boyfriend quits his job and balloons as fat as his feedee/feeder girlfriend

He drove his sleek BMW up his driveway and into the middle garage just as dusk settled into night. He’d stayed overtime at work again, and to make it up to his girlfriend, three dozen fresh assorted donuts sat in the passenger seat.

Sure enough, immediately upon opening the back door with his stack of boxes, he heard her voice: “Late.”

“It’s the end of the month,” he said. “What do you expect? Brought you something though, so don’t be mad. Come in here.”

He set the boxes down on the granite island, then waited, sucking in a breath. His pupils dilated as his favorite person in the world waddled through the wide archway leading into the kitchen. After giving him a pout, she pulled the boxes toward her with arms that hung, at their heaviest, over half a foot with fat.

She was a beautiful, enormous woman. He had met her on a plane three years ago on a business trip to Paris. She’d pulled him into conversation like a warm whirlpool, and he’d listened in awe to her life story: miserable wife of a banker to a happily divorced entrepreneur, flying first class on her own dime.

With a smug, knowing smile, she talked about how she used to be skinny for her ex’s sake and now was free. He couldn’t help but let his gaze roam over her blatantly overweight body. Thighs pressing firm on either armrest of the wide seat, bust prominent and heavy, belly button deep and visible through her dress.

Bad news is, she’d concluded, I just settled a messy lawsuit that lost me my career and nearly bankrupted me. But she shrugged, as if such was life. I’m taking my last-hurrah vacation until I have no choice but to eat tiny, unsatisfying meals again.

He decided that couldn’t come to pass, so he spent as much time with her outside his business obligations as he could, taking her to meal after meal, falling in love as she ate to her heart’s content and shamelessly talked about how she’d rather fallen in love with gaining weight. It titillated and empowered her. By the end of their two week stay in Paris, she was twelve pounds bigger and he had invited her to live with him for a while as she looked for a new career path. She accepted.

Three years later, she’d found her calling without having to leave his luxurious, spacious home. Doing what she loved.

She was almost four hundred and fifty pounds now, last he was updated. She always wore leggings that clung to every lump and bulge of cellulite, and she liked to tease him by wearing crop tops, letting her massive belly and side rolls hang out and wobble as they pleased.

He watched with soft eyes as she stuffed herself with four jelly-filled doughnuts. Between bites she said, “These long hours at your soulless job are no good. My fans want to see more of you.” More eating. “The last time you fed me on camera was weeks ago!”

She gave him an imploring look as she ate a fifth doughnut. Boston creme. Her face, once conventionally pretty, now had a sexy overindulged look. She’d lost her jawline to additional chins and neck fat, and her round, fatty cheeks quivered as she chewed. Even before she finished the fifth doughnut, she picked up a sixth. “And don’t think they haven’t noticed that little tummy you have now.”

“What?” He looked down at himself, blushing at how his tie sat out a bit on slightly stretched white buttons.

Before he could say anything, she pushed a chocolate doughnut in his hand. “I know people willing to pay a pretty petty to see you chunk out.” She smirked. “Pop a couple of those buttons.”

He laughed dismissively, but as he ate the doughnut, he contemplated the press of his new chub against his shirt. His pants felt a little tight in the ass, too, now that he thought about it. What if? he thought.

Suddenly, he found himself admitting: “I’ve been thinking of quitting.”

Her eyebrows rose.

“I want to spend more time with you,” he explained. He hadn’t meant to talk about it now, but here he was. Out of nervousness, he pulled one of the boxes toward himself and picked another doughnut, this one caving in under its sprinkles. He took a heavenly bite. “I have plenty of money saved and invested to take care of both of us for a long time. I just don’t see why I…”

She waddled over to his side of the island and took his free hand. “You know I’d support you.” Then she pulled him closer, into a smiling kiss. “I’ll support you real good.”

*

Before his two week notice even ended, he was eight pounds heavier, and he relished how his coworkers’ eyes lingered on his burgeoning waistline. Soon, his tummy was pushing over his pants. His chest felt thicker. He felt his ass spread wider when he sat down. He ate desserts all the time, and his girlfriend lavished him with attention (food) at every opportunity when he was home, encouraging him to eat in amounts he’d never let himself eat before. She started filming - with his consent, as always - the development of his chubbing up. Her fans loved him even more than they already did, compliments coming in faster than he could read them.

One month into being an unemployed man, she stuffed him on camera until one of his shirt buttons popped off. The experience was more of a revelation for him than even becoming officially overweight; that night, after she went to sleep, he got out of bed, squeezed into an old pair of slacks that barely fit him, then gorged himself in the kitchen until he gasped at the relief of his ass seam tearing open, unable to accommodate his butt, which everyone online said was growing gorgeously fat. His heart fluttered just thinking about it, and he hoped his ass kept growing.

It did.

“I admit, I never thought you’d be this much of a pear,” his girlfriend told him, six months into his steady ballooning. They were admiring his progress in the large bathroom mirror. He may have looked small relative to his partner’s morbid obesity, but somehow, they were both more fascinated with his growth at the moment. She outlined his bottom heavy figure with her hands. Fat had indeed stored most eagerly in his ass, thighs, and hips. His belly drooped soft and wide.

“I love it,” she said. “Love everything about you.” But then something else came into her expression. “Except how you’ve stopped picking up after yourself.”

He swallowed, and said honestly, “Sorry. I know I’m getting lazier.”

“We’ll have to hire a maid.” She grinned wickedly. “Or do two pigs deserve to roll in their sty?”

*

A year into living on his passive income and her subscribers, the couple had not yet hired any cleaning services, and his country club house was...well. Not trashed, but messy and disorganized. She blamed the five pounds she’d lost over the past month on having to constantly throw his trash away. She punished him by making him stand while drinking a whole liter of full-sugar soda. Since he’d developed a strong distaste for any physical effort as he sunk deeper into obesity, he grumbled the whole time. When he finally fell back on the couch, she sat too. Together, they took up most of it. But while she looked perfectly composed, he was panting raggedly, slightly sweaty, a food stain on his pants.

“Look.” She reached out and held his chubby wrist. “I can tell that the fatter you get, the more your natural inclination is to be a pig.” She spoke with total matter-of-factness. As if the emergence of his inner pig was unsurprising and inevitable. “It’s not uncommon in men - that urge to oink and eat as a way of life. But we share this space. I help pay off this house. Please throw away your take out containers.”

Then she added, at his long-suffering sigh, “I’ll reward you.”

He met her gaze. “Tonight?”

“Tonight.”

*

This time, there were no cameras. There was just her, sitting on one side of their king bed and him on the other, breathing heavy, taking her reward one bite at a time.

Everywhere in their bed were containers and packages and napkins and soda bottles. He had eaten mexican and noodles and burgers and fries. He’d eaten candy bars and sundaes and milkshakes and chunky cookies. He was so full he could feel the skin of his belly stretching. He could practically feel the skin of his thighs stretching, as if they were filling up heavier with fat right then, as he was determinedly overfed. He swallowed another bite of greasy cheeseburger.

“Keep going. I can tell you're slowing down, but I’ll have none of that yet. I want to see progress from you.”

“I don’t know…”

“Do you want to feel the ecstasy of squeezing through a doorframe or are you going to plateau at being just fat?”

He let out a breathy moan as he ate another bite of the cheeseburger. His girlfriend knew him too well. She knew he liked the new challenges being big was causing him. She knew it turned him on that he sat so much fatter in his own car, belly pressing against everything, ass barely fitting at all. She knew his hands had begun cupping his hips as a half-unconscious habit, admiring his own width.

He liked how his thighs had to push past each other, jiggling every time. He even liked when he accidentally bumped into things, because it was a hot reminder that he wasn’t the same. He was like her now. He was fat. He was a pig. He wanted to eat and get so big he could barely even waddle. He wanted to squeeze through doorways. He wanted to get stuck.

“I want everything,” he said. And she smiled, temporarily pleased.

*

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