- this is a snippet of story I’ll be posting soon -
At first it felt like vacation. Just like every other year. Winter break was time for him and his family. But as the days went on he realized he didn’t have to worry about training anymore. Or worry about how long he’ll get home before going back in for testing.
There were no emails to leave on read for days. Micheal wasn't calling him to inform him of new meal plans. It was odd. He realized that he no longer had anything to worry about.
He had a house already, currently he was still getting furniture and unboxing his stuff. It was hard. He felt uncomfortable.
“The house is so big and lonely.” He had told his mom one morning. He was looking down at his plate of food, and didn't notice when she walked over to give him a hug.
She reassured him it wouldn’t be. That she and all his family were here. Told him that if he needed to get his next fix of adrenaline there were plenty of dangerous things to do in Australia.
He smiled as she kissed him on the cheek, but Daniel didn’t really know how he should be feeling now. He wants to feel fine but he doesn’t.
Just then his phone goes off. He was going to ignore it like he’s been doing for weeks now. But it doesn’t stop. The ping of messages and notifications flood in and his mom gives him a confused look as she leaves for the kitchen.
Daniel, very much annoyed now, pulls out his phone. There are messages from Micheal and Blake, some from Martijn, A lot of instagram notifications, a bunch from twitter.
he hasn’t done anything as of late to get in trouble or to break the internet like this. So curious he opens instagram, where all his Dm’s are just people forwarding a post to him.
He clicks it, Max? he wonders. A smile appears on his face at the thought of Max. He wonders what his favorite dutchman has been up to, to get this much attention. He wonders how the hell it even includes himself.
Maxverstappen1 ✔️
[a collage of Red Bull photos]
Maxverstappen1 Red Bull Is my family. It always will be. Families don’t end because someone moves away. I love and appreciate this team for everything they’ve done for me. They have always believed in me and In return I’ve always trusted them. The trust is still there, only I have new ideas on my mind. I have and always will love this sport. I thank everyone that’s been with me along the way, and I wish the best for all.
Thank you to all my Fans and supporters. This is not the end just the start of something new. ❤️😊
Pidge and Hunk boo at them for being late. Coran cheers and throws what looks like confetti, although it glitters in a way that screams ‘alien’. Allura has her hands clasped, wishing Lance a happy birthday while bouncing on her toes. Shiro doesn’t say anything, instead giving Lance a soft smile.
“Guys…” Lance chuckles, rubbing his neck. An embarrassed smile tugs at his lips.
Keith nudges Lance and directs him a playful smirk. “What’s wrong, Sharpshooter? Can't take a little surprise?”
“Oh, shut up.”
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It’s Lance’s birthday, and the team adores him very much.
he’s as an everywhere-but-the-bed kinda guy, really only jerking himself off when he feels the need to—either after a long fucking day when there’s no other way to release the tension…or when he’s fiercely craving you.
being in the shower is the only time he truly takes his clothes off when he pleasures himself. he scrubs at his hair, letting the water cascade down his back and the plane of his stomach, watching as his cock twitches with intent, already hard and gleaming with a mixture of pre-cum and water. he grunts as he squeezes the shaft in his hand, eyes fluttering at the sensitivity of his own touch.
it’s a visceral experience for him; a single moment of vulnerability in his day where he bows to nothing but the urges in his brain.
and with his unfaltering grip come the noises—breathy grunts that fill the space of the room, snarls that catch in his throat. when he yearns for you, his moans become drawn out. soft, even.
he pleads your name as he pumps himself, thinking about the vice you’d make around his cock if he were inside you. he thrusts into his hand, tempo increasing with every passing stroke, nostrils flaring as he crawls towards his breaking point.
when he’s ready to blow, nothing fires him more than the urge to paint his surroundings white, coupled with the flashes of frank-esque ire that fringe his vision.
in this moment, frank castle submits entirely to the mercy of his hand. he rabidly watches the messy, thick ropes of his cum spurt out, hips bucking until he has no more to give.
basically the plot is from where Scarab has Prismo in a cube and decides to keep Prismo with him as he searches for the rogue universe. It’s a work in progress… no set date on when it will be released but it will be on wattpad since i do not have an ao3 account … (“^◡^)
This is the cover for it though! (.❛ ᴗ ❛.) and that is all
Eddie and Steve had known about your little space for a while now, and they've completely adopted it or, you, respectfully.
However, due to how excepting they were, you felt it eventually got harder and harder to stop slipping into little space. Beforehand, you hid it from everyone, but now your two boyfriends knew and they'd actively make it harder to mask it. You didn't mind, you loved that they encouraged it, but eventually you wished your other friends knew aswell, so you could be yourself around them
So Eddie and Steve made it their own personal mission to make them comfortable with it. They encouraged you to slyly regress in front of them, or just act more childish, so that way the news wouldn't be too jarring
Eventually without them even knowing why, they started to treat you smaller and smaller. It was natural to then, given how you acted. To others it may have sounded like they were condescending, but to you it sounded like they cared.
After a while, you told Eddie and Stevie that it was okay to tell them. They took you out of the room and told them privately, explaining what it was, that it was okay, and why you did it. They were all completely accepting, but some had more questions then others. Nancy specifically wanted to learn about you and how to care for you, but Jonathan wanted to learn by interacting with you.
So now whenever you were comfortable with it and you were little, your daddies invited your friends Robin, Jonathan, and Nancy to come play with you aswell.
Robin loved going to arcades with you and making you laugh, bringing you new knock knock jokes every visit. She wins you plushies at crane games, and let's you beat her when she plays competitive games with you.
Jonathan loves teaching you things, and is fascinated by you. He loves to let you tell him about your toys, art you've made, and loves doing fashion photoshoots if your stuffies with you.
Nancy is your go to for anything girly. You wanna play makeup? Go to nance. Wanna paint everyone's nails? Nance will help you pick the colors. Feel the need to vent about your stressfully storyline between your Barbies? Always nance.
You and your daddies are extremely happy they love you as much as they do, and you love being yourself around people who care about you.
Oh, and Steve finally got to enjoy a break from being the babysitter <3
JIMMY I JSUT REMEMBERED THIS BUT I THINK YOULL GET A KICK OUT OF IT:
WHEN I WWS LIKE 8(? 7? 9? IDK, SOMEWHERE AROUND THAT) I LOOKED UP PLANTS VS ZOMBIES ON GOOGLE BOOKS AND I FOUND THIS FANFICTION THAT WAS LIKE. PUBLISHED AND YOU HAD TO BUY IT TO READ IT ALL BUT OF COURSE IM LIKE 8 SO OBVIOUSLY I COULDNT DO THAT BUT I *DID* READ THE SAMPLE THEY OFFER AND ESSENTIALLY THE PLOT WAS THAT THE PEASHOOTER HAD A KID WITH THE SUNFLOWER BUT I THINK THE CHOMPER PLANT KILLED THE SUNFLOWER BEFORE IT (THE KID, WEIRD BC THEYRE PLANTS) WAS BORN??? ANYWAYS IT WAS LIKE WEIRDLY DARK AND EDGY FOR A PVZ FANFIC ESPECIALLY ONE THAT THE AUTHOR MAKES MONEY OFF OF AND TBH I STILL THINK IT MAY HAVE BEEN A WEIRD DREAM BUT. ANYWAYS !!! :3<
i’m sick as balls right now (i ended up having to sit on the floor earlier bc when i stood up for too long my vision and hearing blacked out along with being fatigued all day) but god fucking damn if i’m not gonna try and imagine superbat sick fic out of it.
not fluffy lying on the couch with a box of tissues comfort fic i mean like. clark checking in on bruce in the batcave and seeing him pale as a ghost. he looks like he’s ready to collapse at any moment but he’s still typing away on the batcomputer even if it takes him 30 seconds to type a single word. clark having to catch him when he tries to stand up because he full on collapses and nearly cracks his head against the ground. carrying him through the manor past an extremely worried alfred and kid who’ve been locked out of the batcave for hours.
Daniel still steals Max’s chairs. Didn’t matter when he was just some manager, and it doesn’t matter now that he’s on the board.
“He’s coming with me.” Max had said to his father. To which his father stared deep into Daniel’s soul and said a simple, “no” as a response.
“Yes.” Max insisted.
Daniel shrank himself. Only looking at Jos through his lashes attempting to come off as intimidated and shy. He clearly buys into it because he laughs while looking at Daniel. “And what do you need him for?”
“He’s my assistant.” Max says blandly. Jos doesn’t bite until Max shrugs and finishes with, “He does the bullshit work for me.”
Jos lays out one booming laugh that even to Daniel sounds straight evil, and Daniel’s y’know… Daniel.
“Right,” Jos then directs his words to Daniel. “If he’s promised you anything I sure hope you haven’t believed it.” He laughs as if dishonest and corrupt people like him are anything like Max.
Daniel steps behind Max as Jos walks away. The dutchman turns around quickly to apologize and hug Daniel. “I’m so sorry about him- he’s... him? it’s not ok.” Max sighs.
He didn’t expect for Daniel’s smile to appear right back onto his face. He watches the grey clouds clear up instantly from above Daniel’s head. “Don’t listen to him.” Max assures.
“I know.” Daniel says back with all the confidence in the world. “That man has nothing on me.” He pulls Max closer and giggles as he squeezes the younger one’s ass. Who lets out a little gasp before he laughs along with Daniel and holds his shoulder.
“or you.” Daniel whispers, making Max giggle more in agreement.
guys im actually fucking going insane WHY THE FUCK IS THE SONIC FANDOM SO DRY RN. ISTG IVE EITHER READ ALL THE GOOD FANFICS OR ALL THE ITHER ONES ARE SHITTY ASS 13 YEAR OKD GIRLS WRITING FROM 2016. OR A GOOD FANFIC BUT IT WAS DISCONTINUEDDDDDD FUCKKKK PLS SEND ME SOME GOOD SHADOW OR SONIC DANFICS IM BEGGING🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏