#major x reader

"Da haben wir's! (Voilà!)" Is suddenly uttered next to you as a picture appears before your eyes.

Your eyebrows go up your forehead "What's this?" You ask, taking the photo in your hand.

"A picture of me while I was in de army", he informs you calmly with a smirk twisting his lips as an intense blush sets your face on fire.

(this isn’t my best work, I was super lazy making this) 🙂‍↕️

summary-You and Max were friends as kids, even though one of ya’ll were fancy rich, and the other’s parents couldn’t even afford a house that would be called a house…

The sun hung high, clouds passed by slowly above your head. The grass would sway side to side as each passing breeze brushed against it. 

You were lying down against a more soft patch of grass on a tall hill, tall enough to see all of your town. Max and you were able to run to the hill ya’ll always met each other on. You pointed your finger a particular cloud, before gently speaking to Max.

“That one looks like a dog.” You said, turning your head to look at Max. He was already staring back at you. He just… smiled. When he was with you he was always happy. He’d rather be wherever you were than anywhere where his parents or home was.  It was only a few seconds before he responded back to you, fiddling with his fingers.

“That one does look like a dog…” He said, his voice soft, quiet, as if afraid someone would hear but you.

Your smile faltered, as he kept looking away, looking everywhere, but didn’t seemed to want to meet your gaze. You sat up on your elbows, looking at him with concerned eyes.

“What’s wrong? Did anything happen back at your house?” You questioned him. You knew what happens at his home. His mom always with paying customers in bed, with his dad always drinking. Nothing else, just drinking bottle after bottle of alcohol. 

He didn’t seem to want to respond. You knew if he was ever quiet, it was a silent ask “May I stay at your place again tonight?” You would always agree. You couldn’t bear your best friend always having to go back home to that dreaded place, always having to walk back into that hell he had to call home.

You stood up, stumbling a bit before regaining your composure. You held your hand out for him which he gladded accepted. You pulled him up with you, and without a single word, you both began running down the hill. Max smiled, as you giggled uncontrollably. You both lost your balance, now rolling down the hill, now laughing hysterically.  You ran through the streets of Berlin, Max following behind as fast as he can, as he tried to not run into others. It wasn’t long until your home came into view. Your home compared to Max’s, it was obviously more comfortable, welcoming, and filled with a warmth that Max’s home didn’t have. 

You rushed to the dining room, taking your seat at the table, with Max quickly rushing to take a seat next to you. You greeted your mother and father, they both greeting you back, and greeted Max as well. He just smiled, and shyly waved at them. You two talked at the dinner table as you waited for ya’ll’s plates.

You always wondered what Max’s future will be. You two always talked about Max working under your father, who owned a company. He said he always liked working at operas, maybe being a musical conductor! He always liked orchestral music! 

To save some time I just fucked around a drew this

It’s mad sketchy but I think it gets the point across. I forgot Pip, I’ll go back for him. I also added a couple just because.

These are just my opinions based on like the vibes they give off.

For the most part I think the fellas are good with them. Jan would be the only one that I think would rely a little too much on the fact that he’s big and not enough on style

thankyousomuch

Writer's block had me good so I'm glad I'm back and writing like a mad man. To be honest I had to rewatch some clips of this man. I'm finding him a bit harder to write for so sorry in advance if he doesn't seem to be in character.

Warning, the following content is for an 18+ audience, if you are under the age of 18 do not read below. The character(s) depicted within this post are over the age of 20.

Mayor thrusts into you roughly and at a fast pace with his widen pointy smile. The room was full of only your moans as you arched back as you wanted him deeper.

GENDER NEUTRAL READER!! SOME SWEARING!!!

Blaine: Alright, I'm leaving now.

Y/n: You'll be back.

Blaine: No.

Y/n: I'll cry

Blaine: ...So what time do you think you'll be open

. . .

Don E: Babe?

Y/n: Food

Don E: *kicks open door* Okay, I got chinese and mexican, which one you want?

. . .

Chase: Fuck all of you, you fucking idiots.

Chase: Except you, Y/n. You're an angel and we're all happy you're here

(BY THE WAY- I SAW THIS SOMEWHERE ON A LOST BOYS TAG AND FORGOT SO CRED TO WHOEVER CAME UP WITH IT)

. . .

Liv: Ravi...I feel like we've forgot something...

Ravi: Yeah me too-

Y/n, inside one of the body trays: somebody better get me out of here before I fucking lose my mind.

. . .

Enzo: Ah, Mon Amour

Liv: Oui poo poo

Enzo: shut the fuck up, I was talking to Y/n.

Enzo: Anyways, Mon Amour-

Y/n: Oui poo poo, oui.

. . .

Major: *calls Y/n*

Y/n, right as they pick up the phone: Pizza, Call Of Duty and Rootbeer, I'll be there in twenty. *hangs up*

He barely straightens when your hand darts out and swiftly catches his tie.

You tug on it lightly "Is that really how you greet me?" You inquire, your eyes smoldering.