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evilkennedy · 11 months

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in another lifetime

leon kennedy x reader

warnings: angst. a lot of it. blood mention, knife mention, death, hurt/no comfort, a tiny bit of fluff if you squint, but it will mostly hurt im (not) sorry, no gender mentioned for reader or y/n, not beta read (never is)

words: 1.9k+

summary: not everyone can make it out of raccoon city unscathed... lowkey inspired by @triple-asstro. i've had this idea for a while but reading their fic really made me want to write mine, so shout out to them fr.

The scene unfolded like a nightmare, not dissimilar to what was happening to the entirety of Raccoon City, certainly. But this– It was a perfect rendition of everything that Leon had ever feared. It was cruel and tragic; Leon couldn’t hear anything over the roaring of his heartbeat in his ears, accompanied by the painful ringing of static, white noise that was anything but soothing, as he watched you fall to your knees. Time slowed as his mind raced. It wasn’t something that could actually happen, the world wouldn’t stop turning even for a moment, but Leon felt as though it had. It was interesting just how much he could think about in so little time… The way you smiled, the car ride on the way into the city just a few hours ago– If he could have recorded it; would have known that it might have been the last memory shrouded with normalcy and not tinged with melancholic guilt and so much blood– He would have done so in a heartbeat.

“How does it feel knowing that I’ll technically be the one doing your training?” You smiled smugly at Leon from the passenger seat. Despite the two of you being relatively close in age, you were ahead of him. You’d always been the leader of your class and now a leader in the field. You’d only been working a year or so longer than him, but you loved to pull rank and the two of you hadn’t even gotten your coffee yet.

The blonde had been tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, in time with the song that lulled on in the background, one that you hummed to whenever a moment of silence fell in the car, but that morning, conversation rarely quieted. He groaned, though he wasn’t actually bothered by your teasing, he never was. It was simply the way you two got on after so much time spent together. “Oh, bite me.” He huffed, eyes sparkling in the light that shone from the passing streetlights. It was still dark out with how early it had been, fog covering the streets as the humidity had risen during the night.

“I’ll never hear the end of it, will I?” He smiled in your direction, though the sentence had been punctuated by a dramatic sigh.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ as if to emphasize your point and he shook his head at your antics. He really could never get enough of this, as much as he pretended to hate the teasing relationship that the two of you had. He admired you, he always had. Your strength and diligence, the kindness that always persevered no matter what hardships you went through, and the way you looked at him. It made him feel giddy all over again… made his cheeks flush a bright shade of pink and his heart raced in time with yours because the two were entwined. He’d given up his heart to you a long time ago and while he wasn’t prepared to face the weight of that reality– The one where he could lose you because of a stupid crush. He bit his tongue when people made their assumptions, always playing it off as though it simply couldn’t happen, though he never brought you down in the process. He wondered if you knew that you were his entire world.

Leon laughed, “You’re insufferable.”

His entire body trembled as he fell to his knees beside you, knowing exactly what being bitten meant for you. He’d seen Marvin, he’d seen people being torn to shreds, and while he hadn’t seen anyone turn, he hadn’t expected you to be the first.

He uttered your name, voice breaking in the middle of it as he choked on the syllables, throat thick from his unshed tears. He’d have to keep it together for you, though he knew by the unadulterated terror in your eyes; you knew your fate. He placed shaking hands against the bleeding hole in your neck, desperately trying to stop the bleeding despite knowing the action would be futile in the end. He searched your face, chest heaving as he spoke, “J-Just hang on, okay? We- We can patch this up a-and find someone- someone that can help you- that can fix this.” His voice was pleading, but he wasn’t pleading with you, at least not entirely. He didn’t believe in a God, but he was willing to beg on his knees to him if it meant that you would get to stay alive… get to come home with him safely. He couldn’t even feel the tears that had begun falling freely from his eyes, not until you began wiping them away.

“Leon…” You breathed, voice resolute despite your fear. There were moments in your life when you’d thought about this moment. You wondered what would be the thing to take you out and this was so far down on the list of possibilities that you would have laughed at your own ignorance… at the corruption that was happening right under your noses.

You tilted your head, thumb still wiping away his tears as he leaned into your touch, still soothed by it ironically enough. He wanted to memorize the way your skin felt against his, warm and alive while he still could. The thought made his chest ache as the dread threatened to rip him apart from the inside out. Even still, he clung to each word you spoke like it was gospel.

“T-There’s nothing we can do, y-you know that.” There was a small smile on your face but it wasn’t the usual one that you wore. It wasn’t soft and cherubic, angelic in nature like Leon always assumed you’d been– rather it was clenched, tainted with the fear that permeated your mind and quickly overcame your being. Your nerves were shot, your entire body burned and ached. The worst part of it all was knowing that you’d have to leave Leon alone in this hell, not knowing if he’d survive.

Your semi-calm demeanor didn’t last much longer as you began to crumble, your own tears escaping your eyes, “I don’t w-want to die, Lee.” Your voice was quiet, desperate, and all Leon wanted to do was to comfort you, to tell you that death wasn’t an option but that would be cruel. He couldn’t lie to you knowing that it would be the last thing he did for you.

He closed his eyes, clenching his jaw as your hand moved from wiping away his tears to placing your hand on top of the one he’d been holding against your wound, hissing at the way it stung with pain at the slight shift in pressure. He didn’t know what to say, if there was anything that he could say that would make the situation better for either of you.

“Just- You’re with me now, j-just hang on for me? As long as you can, I-I’ll be here until the end.” And he meant it. The crushing weight of what he’d have to do lingered in the back of his mind, he knew that he’d have to be the one to kill you. He couldn’t– wouldn’t let you turn into one of those monsters, no matter how much it hurt. He knew it would haunt his psyche for as long as he lived.

You slowly became more desperate, tears flowing as you squeezed his hand. You could almost feel the way the virus pulsed through your veins, though you weren’t sure if that was adrenaline or something you were imagining, but you wished it would stop. You wanted to be able to pretend that everything was fine in your last moments, but you knew nothing would ever be the same again, not when you were six feet under and Leon wasn’t. He’d always been the type to blame himself for things outside of his control and you were more than worried about how he’d respond to the inevitable. You almost laughed at the thought, the way you were more concerned about his well being even as the life within you had been slipping away for far too long. Even after all this time, you loved him more than you’d ever loved anyone else, but especially yourself. Maybe it had been unhealthy, at least in the sense that maybe you should have liked yourself more, but what was there to lose while on your deathbed?

“Y-You know how when we w-were kids, we always said we’d get married? B-Because we didn’t understand what that meant?” You breathed out, stuttering and hiccuping through the pain, chest aching as you puffed and heaved, breaths coming out way too hard and in way too fast. Leon nodded and despite the tears, you genuinely smiled. It knocked the breath out of Leon as his tears came even faster.

“‘Course I do.” He huffed out a humorless laugh, waiting to see where you were going with this.

“When I g-got older I realized… m-maybe you are the one I want to marry. I-I know that now and I- Fuck I just wish I told you sooner.” You cried, digging your nails into his hand slightly, desperate to feel something that wasn’t your own body, nothing felt real anymore and you didn’t want to let go yet, not when Leon looked at you like you hung the stars in the night sky just for him.

“Oh, sweetheart…” Before he could say anything else, you were shaking your head, “Maybe in another lifetime, right?” Your breathing was slowing, your body losing its warmth and color rapidly as your clock began to run out. Your eyes were wide as you panicked, though your lungs weren’t able to hyperventilate anymore, it was your time to go. All you wanted was to hear Leon confirm that he felt the same way, maybe it was foolish and slightly selfish, but you needed him to love you like you loved him… until the end.

Somehow, Leon managed to sob even harder, pulling away his hand from your wound, now taking your bloodied hand into his own as he looked at you, holding onto the limb like it would be enough to make you stay. “My heart is yours, in every lifetime.”

As if that was all the confirmation you needed before letting go, you took your last breath, eyes dulling as the life left your body all at once. Your body went limp and Leon crumpled, pulling your corpse into his arms as he fully let go, near animalistic sobs escaping his lips as though there was no one else around. He was sure that any zombie within a 5 mile radius could hear his screams of utter agony, ones that made his throat raw as he buried his face into your hair. While the world never stopped turning, his had, in fact, he was holding his world as well as his heart in his blood soaked hands and he knew that he’d never be the same again, the ghost of you anchoring him to this godforsaken town no matter how far away he’d get.

After what was probably considered to be far too long, he unsheathed his combat knife, glancing away before burying it in your skull, closing his eyes against the noise that it made. It made him absolutely sick to know what he’d just done, but he hoped it kept you from becoming reanimated. He spent a bit longer recuperating and attempting to pull himself together, numbing himself to the pain that agonized him. His only purpose now was to get out of the city, but after that? He didn’t know, nor did he care. He’d left his heart back in that room he’d left you in and as far as he was concerned, he’d died right there beside you.

author’s note: im both sorry and not sorry but I’m hugging you all !!

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xxsycamore · 6 months

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'𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

↬ ❤ You make Roy's number one dirty fantasy come true.

Roy Mustang x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Fetish; Fetish Clothing; Skirts; Secret Relationship; Sex in a Car; Semi-Public Sex; Teasing; Fondling; Hand & Finger Kink; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Dom/sub Undertones • wordcount: 2,183 • masterlist

And the rest of the world could disappear and I wouldn't care

'Cause I'm on fire.

(namesake song by Stateless)

a/n: Don't rewatch fma years later if you've become a writer somewhere along the way. You'd have something you want to get out of your system and it will be embarrassing.

"Are you cold, Lieutenant?"

Like a switch that's been flipped, Roy's tone changes once he finds himself alone with you. It was just a second ago when he gave the chauffeur an order, quick and straightforward, putting a start to the two-hour-long ride and shutting the metal cover of the partition that provides privacy to the backseat. Of course, you're accompanying Roy today - it's just you - and having known that in advance, while your Colonel's brilliant mind was at work crafting military plans, yours was coming up with plans of its own. Ones that are quite different in nature.

Your heart rate had quickened the moment you found yourself in the vehicle with Roy. No, even earlier than that. With hot blood pumping through your veins, there's no way you could be cold as per his question. But Roy is oh so perceptive when it comes to you; caring in the way the question rolled off his tongue, colored by his noticeably softer tone.

He's asking you because you're still wearing that long black coat over your uniform today, neatly buttoned all the way up, even if the sun did its best to warm up the earth so that the hours around noon offer weather that is rather pleasant.

And if you said you are cold? What would he do then?

With a well-measured chuckle, you slip into your more casual persona, remembering that you're now behind closed doors, so to say.

"Quite the contrary, I was thinking of taking this off now."

Over the rustling of clothes, your ears pick up on the small humming of part-curiosity part-confusion leaving Roy's mouth. The shared seat is rather cramped in the most perfect way, making your efforts at brushing past Roy's form inconspicuous as you strip off the overcoat. You need his eyes on you for what is about to follow.

You make sure you're half turned to the Colonel as you rise yourself off the seat so you can not only shrug it off your shoulders but also discard it completely to be half-decently folded and soon-to-be-forgotten, at your other side.

"Ah, that's much better—" The words are not yet fully out past your lips before Roy reacts. Your smile widens with mischief as you're granted a few silent seconds which stretch out to a blissful eternity, full of staring freely at Roy's expression. That's the face of a man getting a hard-on, if you know one.

Roy's deep dark eyes are wide with surprise, glued at your lower half, mouth slightly ajar. You're waiting for him to return the gaze. When he finally does, you're witnessing a new shift in his mood.

"What are you wearing, Lieutenant?"

Playing coy, you run a hand across your hip, from knee to the hem of that piece of clothing that seems to have captured Roy's attention so immensely. You swear you can hear the hitching of his breath as you graze the material with the tips of your fingers, barely dragging it higher up your hip than it already is, revealing more of your bare skin underneath.

"Oh, this? I found my old uniform at the bottom of my closet the other day, and… I made some adjustments."

The cheap lie of your casualness is see-through, when Roy can tell the effort behind those modest adjustments. What once was an ordinary part of your blue Amestrian state military uniform has been diligently reshaped into something so wicked and out of place with the attributes it once bore.

At least, that's how most people would see it.

You know that it's clear as day to Roy that you've actually taken care of everything to the tiniest detail; the thin silvery edges along the front pleads and the slit on the left side.

"A miniskirt?" Roy's chuckle is him regaining his composure, and his glove-clad hand palming the ball of your knee is his barely contained interest. It's hard not to part your legs right there and then, almost as if this is the signal you've been waiting for.

"A tiny miniskirt! C'mon Colonel, where is your enthusiasm? This is me showing commitment and loyalty to your high ideals…!"

Playing with fire, you take Roy's hand and guide it upwards to the subject of the conversation. The warmth of your skin is still penetrable as you can feel Roy's burning touch where it comes in contact with it. You egg him on, despite the time and the place, or maybe exactly because of the risk they carry.

"You can treat this as a preview, for the day you finally reach your goal…" You reach out a hand to caress his face, but Roy is quicker, catching it in his grasp.

"Here's my enthusiasm."

With a swift manner, you find yourself manhandled into the position Roy desires, seated on his lap - with your back to him.

Relentlessly, Roy's large palm is laid on the place between your shoulder blades as he pushes, making you bend forward.

You grunt, less out of discomfort than of surprise weaving along with pure desire pooling in your abdomen.

"It's quite short, isn't it? Are you even aware that you're giving me a flash of your underwear right now?"

It's firm and matter-of-factly, Roy's tone, as he sends shivers down your spine, forced to realize you're no longer in control of the speed of events. He could pull out his cock right now and you'd obediently sit back without protest, only able to lament the loss of the rest of the teasing you never got to inflict on your Colonel.

You all but feel his gaze on your ass, the lack of contact killing you as you feel your legs begin to slightly cramp from holding the position. Perhaps your hyper-concentration is what lets you know he is taking off his gloves right now, the faint, familiar sliding sound of the thin material indicating things you can't even wrap your mind around despite being all the same ready for. Luckily Roy doesn't leave you hanging for much longer, even if his next action rips out an embarrassing gasp out of you.

"Ah—"

Sensing his big, strong hands suddenly coming to grasp and grope the globes of your ass through the material of your skirt, or at least the part it does cover a part of, you shamelessly feel desire seeping wetly inside your panties, staining them right where Roy's gaze is bored into. You're all on display for him, and you like it, in combination with the way he squeezes and pulls your asscheeks apart, that's your confirmation. That's exactly what Roy's dirty fantasies were made of, and you're making them all come true right now.

At this point, you should've expected the small slap he gives your ass, but nonetheless you still flinch when Roy leaves a faint imprint of his palm on your cheek.

"Turn around for me."

Without skipping a beat, you shift your position between his long legs, eager to be welcomed in his embrace. Roy lets you straddle him, your legs coming to rest on either side of his, and inevitably your tiny miniskirt rides up even more.

Roy lets out a low humming noise, palming your newly exposed heat through the underwear, and you can tell he felt the wet patch stained with your arousal. He guides you to sit down on him comfortably, but instead of relaxing, you tense up as soon as you feel his raging hard-on tenting his trousers.

You really made him diamonds, a smirk playing on your face with the thought, despite how progressively lightheaded you get. Perhaps there's still room for a witty remark or two before he steals your ability to form coherent words.

"On a second thought… I think I might be rather cold in this skimpy thing…"

You reach out to find his hands, wanting to guide them on your body again, but Roy barely needs the encouragement. With your hands on top of his, he traces the skin of your thighs, exposing you in a lie as he feels how hot your flesh is the more he nears the apex of your thighs.

"Caress me, Roy… set me on fire with your touch…"

The call of his name does things to him you can only vaguely imagine by the way his lower lip slightly twitches. You can tell he's been craving for you to call him by his name in the sea of formality surrounding your daily lives. Right here and right now, he's your Roy; he wants to hear it again and again, and you make use of knowing it well.

"I'll take good care of you, then."

Unzipping his trousers, Roy distracts you with a long-awaited kiss as he makes quick work of his garments, freeing his aching cock. True to his word, his hands continue to roam on you, under the short coat of your uniform, then under your skirt; fingers sticking in the hem of it, toying with it but never taking it off. That's good, that's what you made it for, he needs to enjoy seeing it on you to his fullest.

In contrast to how much he takes his time caressing you, the way he puts your panties to the side is all but cruel and rushed, as if the barrier separating you offends him.

You expect him to shove his cock in you in a heartbeat, but he has other plans. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he maneuvers you up again so your glistening lower lips are only slightly grazing the tip of his cock. So close, yet so far from becoming one with him.

"You're going to pay for doing this when I can't get my fill of you."

Hearing those words, you suck on a breath, eager to know what he means. He gives you the answer without having to ask.

"Nothing to bend you over on. Not enough room to fuck your beautiful thighs."

You mewl as you finally feel his warm hand on your bare heat, wetness pooling on his palm as he rubs your folds in a way that isn't even remotely enough to spark satisfaction.

Maybe he's right, this is cruel of you; the images he paints in your imagination are all too vivid and dreamy when the only thing you can think of is presenting himself to him, enticing him to finally, finally-

Before a loud moan can escape your throat, Roy's hand clasps around your mouth, sealing it shut so no sound can leave. The other he uses to push you down on his cock, piercing you with it on one swift, long thrust.

You pulsate around him, walls tightening and refusing to relax as if afraid he'll deprive you of this pleasure as quickly as he gifted it to you.

Roy doesn't take his hand off just yet, knowing all too well that you have a lot more of those sweet sounds in you that are not suitable for the risky situation you're currently in. Paying attention to the volume of his own voice, he whispers more filth against your nape, bringing forth goosebumps.

"Relax so I can finally fuck you like you wanted to. That's what all of this was for, right? You wanted to be pounded good?"

Feeling Roy beginning to move you up and down on his cock, you can barely think of giving him an answer, but maybe your body does the speaking for you anyway.

"One day I'll seriously have you wear these things around me all the time. Would you mind then, I wonder? Or would you be getting off on the thought of how much you rile me up everytime I catch a glimpse of what's under your skirt?"

Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes with how good it all feels, his dirty promise, or this little taste you're given of how such a scenario would play out, you do your best to follow Roy's movements as you fuck yourself on his cock harder than how he tries to make you.

The fierce look he gives you with those dark, lust-clouded eyes, is already driving you closer and closer to the edge, and you want to drag Roy together with you. In an attempt to seal his lips with yours, Roy shows mercy and removes his hand from your mouth, changing it for his own mouth.

His low grunts are something you'll hear in your head for days, as he erupts in you right as you fall in the abyss of pleasure, meeting him halfway. His scorching hot semen shoots in you in several pumps as you helplessly tremble in Roy's arms, trusting him to catch you when your body goes limp with pleasure.

He calms down from his high gradually, petting your back as you continue to cum around him.

Not pulling out just yet, Roy kisses the last sparks of afterglow from your lips, making sure you both enjoy this moment to the fullest.

At least until the next time you both can indulge in those perverse fantasies again.

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k111lemall · 2 months

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Feel the Beat 🥁 Lars Ulrich x Fem! Reader

word count: 1,464

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected pinv sex, a littllleee fluff, creampie.

I pulled my tights up my leg and finished off my look with a pair of black heels. Lars had asked me to accompany him to a dinner/album promoting party for their newest album ‘The Black Album’ and he said that after he would take me down to the studio to look around.

The car arrived at the front of my apartment building to pick me up and I slid in the back, next to Lars, and placed my sweater on my lap. “You look great, I like your dress.” Lars said, “Thank you, I like your shirt.” I replied and pointed to his black button-down (he of course left the top four buttons undone.)

The whole ride I looked out of the window admiring the city at nighttime. I had lived in Los Angeles for about a year now - but I had only been dating Lars for four months. I met him at the bar that I worked at and I just kind of hit it off and he invited me to his show the next and we just went off from there. We didn’t rush things, I was still living in my apartment because Lars lived in San Francisco, but he had bought me plane tickets multiple times to come and see him, he was truly so romantic.

We finally arrived at the mansion where the party would be happening. We were dropped off at the front doors and I wrapped my arm around Lars’ as we walked in. We quickly found his other bandmates and their dates said our hello’s and gave quick side hugs before making our way to the bar. We both ordered a drink and talked for a little while before Lars’ manager came up and asked him to go talk to someone people and said “he’ll be right back.” before dragging Lars off and leaving me alone.

I sat by myself at the bar for what seemed like forever before James’ date came up and began making conversation. “So how long have you and Lars been together?” she asked “About four months.” I replied and took a sip of my drink “Oh wow! You guys moved in together yet?” she asked and rested her hand on her hand “No, I live here in LA and he lives in San Francisco, but we always make time to call or see each other.” I said and she nodded “That’s amazing. You have been to a show yet?” She asked me “Yeah! The night after me and Lars met he invited me to a show. Have you?” I asked her back “Yeah! I worked the show in Texas. Me and James are just friends but I was in town and so was he so he asked me to be his date.” she replied.

Me and I talked for ten more minutes before Lars finally came back. “You ladies having fun?” he asked “Lars! Your girlfriend is amazing! A keeper!” James Date said as she grabbed her drink and began to walk away. Me and Lars both laughed “Sorry that took me so long, they’re already talking about plans for the next album.” he said as he shook his head and took a sip of his drink.

“Aww, I’m sorry…I can tell this is stressful for you.” I said, he looked up at me and smiled “It’s alright, I got you here with me right?” he asked and I nodded and smiled. He leaned in closer so he was whispering in my ear “Wanna go see the studio now?” he asked and I nodded “Sure!”

After Lars said his goodbyes and wished everyone a good night we made our way out to the car. The drive was quick, ten minutes or so, and we were at the studio before I knew it. Lars got out and opened the door for me and walked me inside. “Wow! This is huge.” I said and Lars laughed “Yeah, gotta get the sound perfect.” He said looking around.

“The album sounds perfect Lars, every song is perfection,” I said and looked at him, he licked his bottom lip and placed both his hands on his hips. I walked over to the drum set and ran my fingertips along the cymbals. “The drums sounded like perfection,” I said again and looked at him, he began walking over to me. “Want me to show you how to play something?” he asked “Sure!” I replied.

Lars walked me over to the stool and sat me down on it, he grabbed his drumsticks from a nearby amp they were lying on and put them both in my hand. “Okay, this is the bass drum - put your foot on that pedal and press down.” He directed and when I did I was surprised by how much louder it was in person so I jumped a little which made me and Lars both laugh.

I fell a little into Lars’ chest and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I looked up at him and stared into his eyes for a moment. Without even thinking I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Me and Lars had kissed multiple times before this, but never like this. This was far more passionate than the time we had kissed before, and Lars's grip on me showed that he had no plan of letting me go anytime soon.

As Lars moved down to kiss my neck I began to unbutton his shirt. I felt him smile against my neck and he moved his hand up to pull the strap of my dress down. He pulled back “Are you sure?” he asked “Yeah, I’m sure.” I replied and pulled him back into a kiss.

His hand moved to my back and began to unzip my dress. Once it was fully unzipped I slipped out of it leaving me in only my underwear and tights, Lars wasted no time grabbing one of my boobs and squeezing it - “Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this..” he rasped out, he took his shirt off and threw it to the side, he got down on his knees in front of me and grabbed my leg and pushed down my tights and then threw it over his shoulder.

He kissed my clothed pussy before hooking his finger on the fabric and pushing it to the side, exposing all my wetness to him. He immediately went to work sucking on my clit. My hands latched themselves to the top of his hair and my head flew back. “Fuck! Lars!” I moaned out, he made a figure eight with his tongue and I looked down to see him palming himself through his pants. He began to unbutton them and abruptly stopped his attack on my clit to pull himself out of his pants.

He stroked himself a few times before rubbing his tip through my folds. I covered my mouth as I sighed out in pleasure “Lars…please…” I moaned out, he looked up at me and licked his bottom lip before finally pushing himself into me. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head and my head fell against a nearby cymbal. Lars pushed himself in and out of me quickly and roughly, and he let out erotic moans every time he felt me clench around him.

“Lars…fuck! Don’t stop, I’m gonna..fuck!” I yelled out in ecstasy. I was close, and I knew that he knew that I was. He let out a small laugh “I am too, fuck…want me to cum in…you?” he huffed out. I bit my lip hoping to stop myself from moaning any louder than I already had been, and nodded at Lars’ question.

“Fuck, I’m ready…you ready baby?” he asked, and I nodded. After a few more quick thrusts I felt Lars twitch inside me and throw his head back, I felt his load shoot inside me and his groans as he emptied himself on my walls. We both sat there and breathed heavily for a moment before we looked up at each other and laughed.

I moved my hair off my sweaty forehead then moved my hand to do the same for Lars. He reached over and grabbed a towel and handed it to me. He pulled his pants back up and slid on his shirt but didn’t bother to button it back up.

He helped me slide my dress back on and I looked in a nearby mirror to fix my hair and makeup. I looked back over at Lars who was already sitting at the stool on his drum set. He looked over at me and asked “Wanna hear my drum solo?”.

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aurumbelis · 2 years

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𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞.

Pairing: Soft Dom! Eddie x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Minors DNI. Afab! Reader, making out, seggs stuff in the car, soft dom! Eddie, some praise kink of course, dry humping, oral (f! Receiving), face sitting, face riding.

Word count: 1.8k.

A/n: I was lucky enough to encounter @manicformunson ‘s post on “someone needs to write about riding tf out of Eddie’s face and using his nose.” Also yes, you also get some fluff (at the start and in the aftercare because without it I’m not me).

You took his arm with all of your strength dragging him out of his trailer, excited to show him your new and precious possession, the one you had been working endless shifts to save up for.

-Is it really necessary for you to drag me? -Eddie asked in between chuckles, falsely complaining as he let himself be pulled away towards the vehicle.

A little run-down but clean white Ford, Eddie immediately hugged you from the side, at the sight of your twinkling eyes that were waiting for his response and reaction.

-I am so proud of you sweetheart, this car is very well deserved. – he placed a kiss on your temple as you reciprocated his hug, arms clinging tightly to him.

-Do you like it? – you loved the car with all of your heart, having cleaned it by hand as soon as you got it from the car dealer’s shop, wanting to give it some extra attention, spraying some of your perfume on the inside once you finished, so that it would feel yours.

-It’s amazing Y/n. Why don’t you take me on a ride, show me how nice it is huh? -his kind tone was accompanied by his whole smiling face, encouraging you to say yes to his idea.

The question was answered by getting the keys out of your bag, dangling them in front of his face whilst you gave him a playful wink, turning your back to him with a quick spin, and making your way to the car’s door. He was fast to walk towards the other door, sitting down and putting on his belt quicker than you could open the door.

-Someone’s excited? -your smile is wide as you look at him whilst he is watching you with very open eyes in anticipation.

You started the car, getting it smoothly out of the trailer park and onto the road. Even if the car was second-hand, it felt new as your scent lingered in it. Windows open, letting the bit of wind into it, making both of your heads a little mess.

Eddie pushed the button on the CD player, hoping that some music would play, and it did as he recognized one of your favorite songs Karma Chameleon’s first chords playing. You softly smiled, still looking at the road, you were too responsible for your good, and even if just some sporadic cars passed by your side, you wanted to be as careful as possible. The sun was setting down slowly, and the subtle golden light bathed both of you, Eddie not being able to contain his eyes, watching you with half-lidded eyes, appreciating your relaxed face, and your manicured fingers tapping on the wheel to the rhythm of the song.

You were driving to you and Eddie’s destination, Lover’s Lake to which you had done an outrageous number of outings, it being your favorite space to star gaze, to have picnics, to swim and of course to show all the love and affection that you had for each other, as it was the perfect place for kissing and cuddling that was not inside of a house.

Eddie’s gaze moved from you to the road ahead, recognizing the familiar way to your spot. His eyes lit up once more as he came up with an idea, smirking to himself as he thought of what he was going to make happen as soon as the car was parked.

The engine stopped, and with it the faint sound of the song that was playing, leaving the both of you in the comfortable sound that you were in, accompanied by the rustling leaves and trees moved by the wind.

-That was one of the calmest rides I’ve ever been on babe, very enjoyable. -He took your hand in his, caressing it with his thumb, whilst you watched his actions lovingly.

After a little while of you just enjoying his small caresses of your hand you tried to get your hand out of his in order to actually get out of the car, but he did not leave the hold he had of you, instead, he pulled you in, not aggressively, just indicating you to not to go.

-And where do you think you’re going? -his eyebrows were raised at you, with his half-serious, half-gentle tone. -I think we could just celebrate you getting this new and pretty car, couldn’t we?

You chuckled inaudibly, coming closer to his face and planting a soft peck on his lips.

-Sure Eds.

And with that, he followed your lips back with his own kissing you slow and gentle, grazing your jaw with his fingers as he took it with his hand, caressing the side of your face. Somehow the kiss deepened when you put your body as close as possible to his, hands tangling with the soft mane of curls. His other hand managed to get to your waist and grabbed it harshly, making your breath hitch into his mouth, as your brain was clouded with his presence and him only.

-What if we moved somewhere a bit more spacious? -He said in between kisses, referring to the backseats.

You nodded, splitting up from him and sliding with difficulty through the seats to the back, and Eddie did the same, once you were sitting pretty waiting for him, almost falling because of him being distracted by the sight of your hazy expression and your lips all smudged up with the gloss that is now on both of your lips.

He went back to you, kissing you with fervor and with his mind going to how blood was now flowing to his crotch, making his jeans more uncomfortable. He took your face with his hands, pulling you to him, and slightly back, moving onto a laying down position, you over him, one hand tugging the collar of his neck with your fingers grazing his soft chest hair and the other in his face, taking his jaw into your fingers hard, slightly marking up his face with your nails.

You moved your legs to be on both sides of him, slowly moving to get some friction for the both of you, as the tingling sensation in your stomach only got bigger with Eddies licking, soft biting, and kissing on your lips. One of the hands that were still on your face moved slowly through your body, from your jaw to his nails tracing the curve of your neck, your collarbones, moving down to your waist and finally to your hips, where he grabbed it, helping you grind with a steady rhythm onto him, a low grunt coming from his throat.

-Babe, I want to taste you. -his warm breathing hitting your now sensitive and plump lips.

-Then we kind of have to change positions, leave some room for me, won’t you? – your voice was almost a whisper because you knew how much it turned Eddie on when your voice was lower, he said it was way sexier when you did that whilst you were having your very affectionate interactions.

-No, we don’t, sit on my face. -you widened your eyes at his words, an unbelieving look on your face. -You heard me, do it. You really don’t want to contradict me, right pretty girl?

You nodded from side to side immediately, your panties pooling with your arousal at the thought of you over his face, his mouth doing its tricks. You took them out in a swift motion, being thankful that you were wearing a skirt and putting them into Eddie’s pocket so that they wouldn’t end up lost somewhere on the floor of the car.

Your legs moved to straddle his chest for a moment before you got to his face, which you hovered for just a second until you simply sat down, placing your pussy just above his mouth, his tongue already welcoming you taking his sweet time in licking back and forth through your slit.

With his motions you had to grab somewhere, that somewhere being what you had closest to the headrests of the front and back seats. You quickly grabbed them as your legs were starting to tremble with what Eddie’s tongue was doing to you, making you accidentally buck your hips forward, his nose hitting your clit just right, earning a loud guttural moan from you. And you did it again, his tongue fucking you and making you wet, and his nose hitting your clit time and time again.

You were moving your hips onto his nose at this point, the pleasure that it gave you was indescribable, eliciting moans from both you and him, his hands on your hips encouraging you to ride his face as you were doing, fogging up the window in front of you, with your rapid breathing.

Eddie was enjoying the sounds you were making just because his face worked like perfection in your pussy. He did not care and did not even remember about the hard-on he had going on in his pants, he just cared about making you squirm over him, noticing how your legs were basically shaking at this point, your pace on his face as fast and hard as you could, as the pace he had set for his tongue, all coated with your juices.

Your moans were just getting higher and higher, whimper-like even, all music for Eddies excited tongue, that just wanted to make you have the time of your life. And you were having it, your knees hurting but trying to hold there for the few last thrusts into his nose that took you to your orgasm. Your hips stopped for a split second, but Eddie’s tongue wasn’t stopping just yet, he wanted to get all that he could out of you, your legs trembling from the effort and the overstimulation building up, as he liked up and down again, you gasping at his motions and grabbing the headrests impossibly hard.

His pace on you slowly stopped, not wanting to do it abruptly. You struggled to get off of his face as your legs hurt from being bent up for too long and from all the movement you endured. You eventually got off, laying down almost limp over him, head on his chest as you recovered from what just happened, your mind going back to normal as you concentrated on his now relaxed heartbeat and the caresses that he was giving to your hair.

-That was pretty amazing, wasn’t it sweetheart?

-It was Eds, it really was. -you managed to actually get words from your mouth, your voice a little raspy from the loudness of just mere moments ago.

He placed a kiss to your head, as you just closed your eyes, enjoying his closeness.

Taglist: all idea credits to @manicformunson and the post that inspired this, @dahliarose3 @lillyof-thevalley @lunaticforloki @ali-r3n

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson smut #smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #writing #smut fanfiction #smut x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x female character #joseph quinn

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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 1 year

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Snowed In With You: Chapter One

Mark Lee x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You and the boys set off on your road trip to Chenle's cabin, and when you finally arrive, rooms are assigned. Chenle, realizing that there are lot's of things he needs to make this trip perfect, takes some of the boys on a grocery run, leaving you and Mark alone.

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"Where's my coffee!?" Jaemin whines towards the front of the car, he and I being seated in the last row of the van.

"Here take it! Shut up now." Renjun yells back as he passes the drink to Jisung, who's sitting in between Chenle and Jeno. Jisung then hands it to Jaemin.

Jaemin relaxes in his seat as he begins sipping on his deadly eight-shot americano. He holds the cup with two hands like a baby would a bottle, "Do you want some?" he asks me with wide eyes, angling the cup towards me.

"I'll pass, Jaem. Thanks though." I give him a smile that he returns, happily going back to his drink. Mark chuckles from where he sits on the other side of me.

I sit scrolling through my phone as some Michael Jackson song plays in the background, "The driver gets full aux privileges" Haechan had said when we first got into the car. We've been driving for about two hours now. What Chenle had failed to mention when he was promoting this lovely holiday trip was that his cabin was four hours away from Seoul. Four. Hours. Four hours of listening to Renjun and Haechan's endless bickering from the front seat; four hours of listening to Chenle and Jisung's bickering from the second row; and four hours of Jaemin resting his head on my shoulder, babbling on about anything and everything as he experiences his caffeine high. Occasionally reaching in front of him to bother Jeno, who's sitting quietly, playing a mobile game.

Suddenly curious, I peek next to me at Mark's phone, wanting to see what his car ride pastime is. He's typing something, it appears to be a poem of some sort, but before I can read it, he's closing the tab and going to scroll though his Instagram. My eyes quickly move back to my own phone screen, worried that he might've caught me snooping. The way that he leans closer to me and cocks his head as he looks at my phone screen lets me know that he did, "Sorry," I say softly, my embarrassment clear.

"Don't be, you're totally fine. Some people just can't control their nosiness, you know my friend Johnny is like that." Mark gives me a teasing smile, his playfulness clear on his face. I scrunch my nose as I look away from him, busying myself with something else.

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"I love the smell of money!" Renjun says as we enter the Zhong cabin. High ceilings, with windows that reach them all the way from the floor; huge leather couches; a perisan silk rug that certainly cost more than my rent. The thought of spilling something on any of the furniture here terrifies me. I halfway expect a maid to come out of the shadows, accompanied by bellhops offering to take our luggage to our rooms.

"Me too!" Haechan chimes in as he drops his bags and launches himself onto the couch.

"I'm glad you guys like it," Chenle says as if there was any doubt in his mind. How could anyone dislike this? "There's four rooms down here and three upstairs. Y/N will have her own room of course, so one of you guys will have to share." Chenle explains.

"How about you and Jisung share?" Jeno offers. Renjun and Haechan nod their heads at that.

"You know I like the way you think." Renjun says, squeezing Jeno's shoulders.

"If you think his brain's so sexy then you guys can share a room." Jisung replies.

"I second that notion. I'm obviously getting my own room, seeing that it's my cabin and all."

"And so it was written," Mark says, "I call upstairs."

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A view hours have passed since we've gotten here, and we have all been unpacked. Haechan and Renjun & Jeno taking the other rooms upstairs, while Chenle, Jisung, Jaemin, and I take the ones downstairs.

My room is massive, far too big to be occupied by just one person. The thought of this house being empty for most of the year is insane, if I was Chenle, I'd convince my family to rent it out during the year.

"Are there any streamers here?" Chenle yells from down the hall, I peek out of my room to see him rummaging through the shelves of the hall closet.

"I love how you're asking us when this is your house," Renjun yells from the living room.

"Shouldn't you know what's in your own house, Chenle?" Jisung adds.

"You should really know what's in the house and what's not before just you go around inviting people," Haechan scuffs loudly as if Chenle has just asked the most ridiculous question in the world.

"Why are you guys attacking him like that, stop it" Mark laughs as he comes down the stairs.

"They're so mean to me Mark, do you see how they treat me?" Chenle puts on a huge pout, sniffling dramatically.

"Aww, poor baby," Jeno says as he comes over to Chenle and rests his head on his chest, "It's gonna be okay, we'll get you some streamers. Anything else you need?"

Chenle wanted to have two parties over the course of this trip: one for Christmas, and one for New Years. And yet he made no arrangements to get any decorations beforehand.

"Cookie mix, snacks, confetti canons, and all the things for Christmas dinner," Chenle lists off his holiday necessities.

"I need markers, " Renjun yells.

"I want ice cream" says Jaemin as if it isn't 30°F outside.

"Skis."

Everyone's head snaps to Jisung. "You came on a ski trip without having skis?" I ask him.

"I didn't know what kind to get," He defends.

"Well I'm only getting the things that I need, so anything extra you'll have to get yourselves. I'm leaving in five." Chenle goes to living room to retrieve his coat and hat before making his way towards the door.

"Wait for me!" Jisung says.

"Me too." Renjun adds.

Jaemin grabs Jeno's hand and leads him out the door with him, despite Jeno not expressing need for anything. Haechan gets up from where he sits on the couch as well.

"Haechan, where are you going?" Mark asks.

"I want an adventure," Haechan spreads his arms out as he walks out the door, closing it behind him.

"Guess it's just us, then," Mark sits down where Haechan was previously sat and looks over at me.

"Yep, just us..." I cross my hands behind my back as I look back at him, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. We stare at each other for a moment, neither of us quite knowing what to do next. We both seem so cautious for some reason.

All of a sudden, Mark breaks the eye contact, and I can't tell if that makes things more or less awkward. He turns on the TV and flips through the stations a bit before deciding that nothing better was on than the evening news, "I'm sure they won't be gone long."

Prologue ⇐ ➠ Chapter 2

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herresponsibiliity · 10 months

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Musician AU

Attina has dedicated her life to the harp. She had been fascinated ever since her parents had taken her to the opera. The singing was beautiful, but she had fallen for the large instrument. She had already been taking piano and singing lessons, though her teachers often praised her for not needing them and begged her parents to learn the harp. That she promised she would keep up her grades to learn. So, they allowed it. It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford it; both her parents came from old money, but her mother was a famous singer, and her father took over, being head of his family’s affairs.

At eleven she was a prodigy. Already having starred in concerts alone and had written a few songs herself that her voice would accompany. Everything she did, she strived for perfection. One night, after another successful concert, she was headed home with her family, excitedly chattering away about the applause and her nerves when a drunk driver hit their town car.

Attina didn’t remember much, just searing pain. Later, in the hospital, she’d recall the sirens and her mother’s face. The flash of red and blue over her blood-spattered skin. And Athena trying to say something to Attina. Even as she tried, she couldn’t hear her mother, couldn’t get to her. Attina was told she had fainted, which had been best for her as her injuries were numerous, having been on the side of the car that had been hit alongside her mother. Attina and her father spent weeks in the hospital and when Attina finally came to she found her mother had died in the wreck.

For the first time she could see the relief in her sisters’ eyes that they had been in a separate car. It was how her parents made sure to make each daughter feel special. On the night of their performances only that daughter would ride with their parents. Often it caused meltdowns from the younger girls, but Attina was glad for it this time as none of them had been seriously harmed.

It took a long time for Attina to learn how to walk again but she refused anything musical. She felt her concert had been the catalyst that killed her mother and almost her father. What if it had been a few seconds later, all her sisters would be dead! She couldn’t stand it. Physical therapy and regular therapy replaced piano, harp, and singing lessons. Everyday things that used to be so easy for her now took much more energy than she had most days.

It was one of those days where she was out of breath just making herself lunch that she had her tantrum, had gone over to her harp in her wheelchair and began throwing everything she could get her hands on. Even as her father tried to calm her, the on-hand doctors, her sisters, she continued to rage. Rage for the loss of her mother, rage for losing her ability to play any instrument, everything. She hated the driver that hit them, she hated she had a concert the same night that driver hit them, she hated herself!

It was the last time she acted out, something the doctors told Triton she needed. She had been an exceptional patient before and it worried the doctors that she hadn’t grieved anything. So, they let her continue, making sure she wouldn’t hurt herself, and finally, exhausted, she stopped. It was the only time she ever lost her composure. After she poured all her energy into being able to walk again. The pool became her favorite place to be as it eased all her aches. Her time with physical therapy eventually paid off and she was able to walk again though she still had to have her wheelchair at times when she became too exhausted. Every time she walked, she was in pain, but she was determined not to rely on the wheelchair or others.

Still, she refused music, instead she let books let her escape the reality of all that she lost. When she turned fourteen, however, Ariel came to her one night, nightmares having filled her sleep and begged her big sister to sing for her. Ariel was eight and almost identical to their mother. Each of her sisters had something that reminded her of their mother. Andrina had her eyes, Arista had her bubbly attitude, Ariel with her hair, it was all so much for Attina. But she couldn’t just push her eight-year-old sister away. That night Attina sang for the first time. After Ariel fell asleep, Attina cried. Cried for something she had missed and after tucking Ariel into Attina’s bed, she went to the music room. Her father had had her harp repaired, unknown that he hoped she would go back to it. For an hour she trembled next to it, scared to begin something that had carried such pain for her. But singing had eased a pain in her heart she never realized she carried. And so, she sat, placed her fingers on the strings and played for the first time in years. Like a bike, she played smoothly, sorrowfully, and by the end of it her family stood in the doorway just watching her.

Her father approached first, tears in his eyes, and knelt beside her. He didn’t say anything, just cupped her face in his hands and cried with her. From then on, she continued to play, her first concert had her in such a panic she almost cancelled but her sisters and father were there, ready to support her through it all. The piece she played had been written on her own, a song of grief that, by the end, had the concert hall in quiet tears. Since then, she has risen to the same standards her mother had been, famous for her comeback. Now, twenty-one, she lives in her own penthouse and is always planning her next concert.

#【♔】 ║ ❛ a rest from royal duties ⊰ ooc ⊱#i cried writing this one

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adminsoffice · 1 year

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"Wilt" - unfinished Alyx focused one-shot

ah, i really wanted to finish this one but, its sat in my folders since August untouched. It was actually kind of a song fic (inspired by lyrics from "Wilt" by Sloppy Jane") and i had very very specific visual in mind, even wanted to draw some art related to it.

but yeah, never finished it. so i wanted to share what i had at least. it was going to focus a lot on Alyx's thoughts much like how my fic Panic Sense focused on Gordon.

regardless i quite like what i wrote, even if i didnt get to conclude it properly!

Wilt

gen, character study, 1.1k words

Alyx finds herself distracted on their way back to White Forest.

There was a much needed break with the scavenger hunt of supply crates on their way to White Forest. Sure, they weren't free of fending off a few zombies but Alyx needed the distraction on their lengthy car ride. She didn't expect their trip to be quick, but the ride had been surprisingly lax so far- part due to the fact Gordon was speeding past most of their problems instead of stopping to deal with them.

It would be easy to think that would be a nice thing, but it made Alyx realize how much she put off thinking about anything other than survival up to now. The moment things around her started to slow, that fun thing called a 'brain' started churning out more thoughts- thoughts she didn't want to be hearing right now. By no means was she not enjoying accompanying Gordon- she had no dislike for the guy, mostly after everything they'd gone through to escape the Citadel safely. But hard times like these made bad thoughts abundant.

Alyx was good at powering through it though, as she eagerly watched the radar while they continued forward. Within moments the radar blinked, a small dot illuminated and pointing towards a supply cache.

“Gordon! Slow down, there's another.” Alyx was quick to point it out, leaning on the frame of the car as Gordon started to brake, ready to step out.

They came to a stop beside a steep hillside, next to an even steeper mountain. Boulders dotted the roadside, perfect cover for hiding supplies. Alyx scanned the area as she and Gordon stepped out of the vehicle, no sound but the rumble from the car's engine. They weren't close to any civilization, so it was unlikely they'd stumble across any zombies. But it did mean they were targets for the Combine in the middle of the quiet wilderness.

Alyx looks at Gordon, stepping around to the front of the car. “You're the strong one, how 'bout you go check under all those rocks?”

Cracking a small smile, Gordon nodded. For a moment he hesitated just as he walked past Alyx, looking back at her.

“I'll take a look over the hill, alright?” She doesn't register that Gordon seemed to be concerned she was breaking off in a different direction. She simply gives a smile back.

He gives another nod, more confident this time, and Alyx heads past the car and toward the hill. Her boots crunch on the gravel road below until they meet the dry grass, feet planted firmly with each step. The trees on this side of the road had thinned out signifigantly, leaving the hillside exposed. Perhaps that is where Gordon's hesitance came from- exposed out in the open, Alyx could seen the swirling clouds above clearly. There was no protection as White Forest opened itself up.

As she worked her way up to the top of the hill, the dry dirt beneath her shifted. Alyx looked down at her feet as she tried to steady herself and shimmy down the slope with little issue, but each movement made the dirt slide down further.

“Oh jeez..” Alyx chlenched her teeth as she heard the ground shift again, her feet sliding with the hill once more. “I can do this, its just a hill...”

With that, Alyx stepped down the slope once more, eyes fixed on her feet. Quickly the dirt started slipping from under her, pulling her down the slope at increasing speeds. Soon enough she was was making one step after the next with little choice, awkwardly trying to balance each movement forward on the unstable slope.

This wasn't going as well as she hoped, the dirt was slipping into her boots and gathering at her feet, making each next step more awkward than the last. As quickly as she realized it, Alyx felt herself sway backwards as the ground beneath her couldn't hold her weight any longer.

As she goes down, a curse escapes her lips and soon enough Alyx is on her side as she stumbles down the slope. The sharp blades of dead grass and rough dirt are luckily only a breif discomfort compared to everything else she'd been hit with up to now, but even as the slope evens out, the stinging on her skin still prooves it left a mark.

“That could've gone... better.” Alyx muttered, slowly sitting up and examining herself.

There is a burning on her fingers from where she tried to slow her fall, streaks of red where tiny rocks cut her skin. She pressed her hands down on her pants, easing the pain with the pressure. Gotta find something over here to make that worth it. Alyx sighed, standing up to brush off the dirt and finally look at the scene before her.

Down the slope the ground evened out to an open feild, and while the expanse of dusty yellow grass was a striking difference from the woods behind, there was something else that caught her sight immediately. Between the strands of tall grass were strokes of red flowers.

The bright pop of colors against the muted world feel almost disorienting as Alyx took a few steps into the brittle sea of dying grass and delicate blooms. They reached her knees and the flowers looked so fragile as the light wind made them lean against her legs.

Alyx was not a flower expert, but she'd recalled the sight of these kinds- poppies- years ago. She'd travelled through White Forest before with her father, and she'd seen those red flower tease her in the distance. Far off they sprung up in the feilds, but never having time to stop and see them up close. It wasn't important when the world was falling apart every minute of your life.

A young Alyx Vance would have liked to have that moment in the feild, but it wasn't given that day. While her hours were spent among scientists much joy in, nothing matched the one day her father greeted her with it- a red poppy plucked from the feild and in her hands.

#alyx vance #half life #hl2 #half life 2 #fic #unfinished #mine

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mayariviolet · 3 months

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TEMPERANCE- W.I.P

Reader x Jean Kirstein Fic

ft. The Reader and Her sister.

chapter title: The Heirophant

summary: Some people curse whatever god they worship because the holidays never seem to last long enough. You, on the other hand actively send prayers to make it shorter.

cw: none needed.

a/n: Me when I’m excited to share more writings hehe…This excerpt comes from one of my favourite parts of the second arc! I’m still shuffling things around in this chapter (considering I’m not writing in chronological order) nonetheless most of the dialogue I am really proud of! (See the end for more notes)

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… You say your goodbyes. Your parents were a little drunker than usual, so they sent you and Jude home with leftover filled Tupperware and a heads up that they would get a ride back with your uncle.

You hear your name being called,

“Wait!” Jude calls out, zipping up her thigh-high boots before running to you. “Do you wanna go for a drive?”

The steady hum of the car sets a sombre mood while you both cruise down the suburban neighbourhood, weaving between the bends—gaudy holiday decor passing by, illuminated by the streetlights and festive LED lights. The ostentatiousness of these houses is further emphasized by freshly fallen snow that reflects the lights.

You glance into the windows where some people are having dinner, some are just socializing, but all are like living in perfect paintings. There are no mistakes and no room for error. It’s just unbridled joy. Untarnished with no expectations other than to say:

“Hey, look! We’re happy!”

It’s sickening. Whatever playlist is accompanying this drive does not fit the mood.

“Hey, can I change this song?”

“Sure.”

Your sister hands you the aux chord without looking away from the road. Swiping through her playlists, all titled with niche references, you settle on some sad but still festive enough music before leaning against the cold window.

“So, how’s Trost?” Jude asks, tapping her finger offbeat to the song.

“Good. How’s Stonehess?”

“Pretty good. I got a promotion.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“I feel like I don’t deserve it, though,” She pulls into a random parking lot and sighs, “I feel like a fraud.” She lays her hands, palms facing down on her lap.

“Okay.” You slightly roll your eyes and furrow your brows. Jude doesn’t notice, thankfully.

“I know [SPOILER].” She kills the engine, turning down the music. “Don’t know how to say it sometimes. Or if they do, it’s not right.”

Jude brushes away some residual dust off the dashboard.

“Yeah. Sure.” Reaching across the console to where her phone sits in a cup holder, you change the music again, turning it back up.

“Well?”

“Well, what?” You shrug and sink deeper in the worn-out and sun-bleached fabric seat.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me why I feel like a fraud?” She says, looking at you with slight disbelief and annoyance while turning the music down again.

“Okay? Why do you feel like a fraud?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it now. You’re being so annoying.” She huffs.

“Are you fucking joking me?” You snap - (Chapter Continues)

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a/n: Usually I feel icky inserting original characters in fics but I realized my hatred for a non fleshed out protagonist out weighs my disdain towards original characters. I should also note that Jude only appears a handful of times anyways so… However I am curious to know how other people feel about OCs in fics?

As always feedback is appreciated! Mwah!

- disclaimer -

📹please note that all of this is subject to change as my story is currently growing with me. thank you for your continued patience!✨🌙

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#temperance fic wip #current wip❕#temperance fic📹⚖️#jean kirstein x reader #aot x reader #I will fight to keep this dialogue #sorry for the redacted I gotta keep y’all on your toes!#don’t worry the Jean angst will come soon enough #I’m just obsessing over this right now #writing #mv.writing📝#mv.creates🤍🎑#attack on titan

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hillmartens47 · 1 year

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celeztiallx · 1 year

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Novocaine

Based on the song "Novacane" by Frank Ocean

“1 ticket to see Jigga, please”, I said to the man at the ticket stand. I handed him a 20 dollar bill and he looked down at it and rolled his eyes. “God damn teenagers and their loud music”, he mumbled underneath his breath as he slid the ticket back to me. I rolled my eyes and made my way down to the lawn, looking around for a spot to sit and enjoy the concert. It was hot out, about 94°. I had on some old thrifted Levi’s on with a regular Green Day shirt. They were one of my favorite bands at the time. I sat down on the lawn; it was ice cold which was expected since it had rained the night before. Ugh. The night before. I looked at the empty patch of grass beside me and thought of Marissa. We had just broken up because she had felt she lost all love for me. I hadn’t. I still loved her and relied heavily on her love for me. We had been together for a while now, and she had become my everything within that time. We were supposed to go to this concert together, but she refused. I was devastated, I felt like no one would be able to replace that emptiness she had left in my heart. “20 MORE MINUTES UNTIL THE CONCERT BEGINS”, roared the announcer over the PA system. The sky was starting to turn dark and sad, just like my heart.

I sighed, shaking my head in an attempt to erase her from my mind. I looked at the people around me; stoners looking around, paranoid that they’ll get caught, wannabe Instagram influencers taking selfies and recording everything around them, and then, I saw Her. Everyone had seen her, she was hard to miss. Long purple hair, braided with big bubble ponytail holders that you usually see kids with. She had on a brown tube top with a fairy-style skirt that had many earth tones on it. Around her neck she had an amethyst ankh and an evil eye necklace, her wrists were full of bracelets with a variety of crystals, and her fingers filled with rings - some even had two on one finger, bringing out the purple of her long acrylic nails. She had a big book bag that looked like a mushroom. While I admit it looked a bit childish, she made it look beautiful. She was beautiful. No. Not beautiful. Ethereal. Her body was perfect, goddess-like even. She looked around, probably finding where to sit, and as we made eye-contact, she smiled at me and walked in my direction. I looked behind me, assuming her friends were behind me. I looked back and she was already sitting down next to me, filling up the empty space beside me. She smelled like incense and sage. “Violet'', she exclaimed, putting her hand out to shake mine. I shook her hand cautiously and replied, “Frank”. She smiled victoriously and pulled out an ice blue bong. She set it up and took a long pull before offering it to me. I’ve smoked before so I accepted. “Wow”, she laughed, “I didn’t think you were the type”. I smiled a little and took a pull, inhaling deeply and begging myself not to make a fool. I exhaled the smoke and immediately felt at ease. Suddenly, thunder clapped in the sky and it started to pour. “Shit”, Violet mumbled looking up at the sky. She looked at me and asked, “Wanna grab some food and go over to my place? We can keep smoking and finish riding out the high''. I agreed, offering to drive as I wasn’t that high yet. She smiled brightly, the rain coming down harder making her bangs stick to her forehead. Her smile had resembled that of the Chesire cat from Alice in Wonderland.

We got up and ran to the car. The rain was accompanied by lightning and it was coming down quickly. I drove us to the McDonald’s that was nearby. She ordered a Happy Meal; 6 piece nuggets, fries and a Sprite. I ordered a cheeseburger and fries, also settling for a Sprite. I paid, of course, you would too if you wanted to impress a girl that everyone wanted.

We set out to drive to her house, during which I saw Violet had sneaked in a couple of fries from the bag, chewing them with that smile of hers. She was blasting Z-Trip on the radio. She said that that’s who she had gone to see at the concert, before the rain had shit on our plans that is. The rain was coming down harder at this point. It overpowered the music that was playing, and while the music was good, something about hearing the rain while I was driving had soothed me. It made me feel at home. I constantly found myself looking over at Violet, admiring her in all her eccentric beauty. Marissa hated hip-hop, and had always preferred to listen to whatever was trending, ESPECIALLY if it was Beyoncé. Oh how much I had hated Beyoncé. Constantly hearing it, over and over and over again, had created such resentment in me towards her music. It was tolerable, but repetitive. I had only indulged in it because I had loved her. I adored Marissa. She had filled in the void that my mother had created when she had walked out on me and my father when I was only 6. She took care of me and had such a nurturing tendency about her. Of course, sometimes she could go overboard and be TOO caring. She wouldn’t let me drink or smoke, claiming it was bad for my health and that I shouldn’t depend on that kind of stuff to bring me temporary happiness. Little did we both know, that it was her that would bring me temporary happiness that I’d eventually depend on.

As we pulled into her house, I noticed how small it was. It looked no bigger than a one bedroom. We walked in and the warmth of the house embraced me immediately. She turned and smiled at me. “Welcome to my home!”, she exclaimed proudly. It was bigger than I had imagined. The kitchen had marble flooring and there were plants everywhere. She was really down to earth. There were posters of old hip-hop groups like Bone Thugs-n-Harmony and Playa Fly all around her living room. The TV was a 75 inch flatscreen and it had a sound system under it, along with the LED lights that changed color with whatever was playing on the TV. Wow. She had money. It made me feel a little embarrassed, knowing that I had sufficient money but not as much as she seemed to have. She handed me a towel and asked me if I had wanted something to warm me up. I declined, lifting up the bag of McDonalds’ that was slowly getting colder by the second. She laughed and grabbed herself a towel and sat on the rug in the living room, patting the spot next to her so I could sit with her. She put on an R&B playlist while I sat down and put the bag in between us. She grabbed the bong out of her bag and set it up. “Let’s smoke first”, she said. I nodded, grabbing the bong out of her hands and taking three long pulls back to back. She clapped and laughed. “Good one”, she laughed. She grabbed the bong back from me and took a couple of pulls herself.

After we ate, we just sat in the living room on the floor getting to know each other. She began to tell me how she wanted to be a dentist and was currently in school studying to do so, but that she didn’t receive any financial support from her parents. “How do you manage to pay for it all?”, I asked. She blushed and looked away. “Films.”, she said. “Adult films''. I was shocked at first, but I realized she was embarrassed by it so I quickly told her that a job is a job in a weak attempt to make her feel more comfortable. Out of nowhere, the high began to rush to my head and I was in a mental state that I couldn’t even explain. I’ve never gotten this high before. It was such a euphoric feeling. Like I was on cloud 9, floating above the clouds. It felt so beautiful. She looked at me and just said, “Enjoy the high.” I looked at her, in those big, beady brown eyes of hers. The sexual tension in the room was so strong. She wanted me as much as I did her. She continued to tell me about her past, breaking eye contact, all flustered. She spoke on how her parents never cared about her, they just wanted her to follow in their footsteps of being a lawyer. She knew from a young age that they would never really indulge in the career choice she wanted. This led to her leaving her parents house to pursue her dreams, which eventually ended up in them saying they would no longer support financially, resulting in her choosing to get a job that paid a lot and fast. At this point, I couldn’t feel my face. The high was kicking in and fast. “What did we smoke?”, I asked her. “Just enjoy the high”, she responded. “I need to know.” I demanded. She got closer to my face and caressing it she responded in a soft whisper, “Novocaine”. My eyes widened in shock and she leaned in and kissed me.

I don’t remember in good detail what happened next. I just know that that night, the way our bodies entwined with one another, as if the sex had been blessed by the Universe itself; the body of a God and Goddess coming together and being one, I would never receive that again. I would never experience that again.

I never saw Violet after that day. I had taken down her number of course, and we exchanged a few texts after that day at her place, but she slowly stopped responding to my messages. She told me that she wasn’t ready to trust another man with her heart. So how I gave up my broken one to her so fast was pure astonishing. I miss her from time to time. I somehow find myself looking for her every once in a while. She became my new high in such little time - an addictive drug. I began to get high before having one night stands with women I’d meet randomly, hoping that somehow, if possible, I’d be making love to her through them. She really was a Cheshire cat, that Violet.

#writing #short story #small writer #frank ocean #Spotify

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the-music-keeper · 4 years

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#song of the day 2020 #sons of the east #folk #have some music that would be really great for a montage #or a car ride #specifically to jmu #it would be a perfect song to accompany that car ride

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illuminiscentboba · 2 years

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VALENTINES DAY WITH HQ BOYS

feat; hinata, akaashi, suna, bokuto, kita, sakusa, iwaizumi & yamaguchi

a/n; I literally had to rewrite a few of these from scratch because tumblr litr deleted them and duplicated other sections 😍🔥

masterlist & my inbox is open for chatting :)) !! tho I’ll also accept requests <3)

HINATA ೃ he’s already beaming when you open the door. ‘BABE!! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY’ he exclaims, resting the flowers on the top of the drawer before enveloping you in a hug. he drives you two to a carnival and you guys go on a bunch of rides, play games and when you guys get hungry, he skips over to the car to produce a picnic basket. He’s been through several trials and error, working hard and ignoring the concerned and dubious expressions of his sister and with input from his mom, he managed to put together a cute bento and freshly sliced fruits and snacks. he feeds you chocolate strawberries, and the contents are heart shaped and adorable like his smile.

SAKUSA ೃ he presents you with a heart shaped box, smiling down at you through his fringe as you gasp at the beautiful linked hearts ring he’d purchased for Valentine’s Day. when you eagerly put it in, he tilts his own hand at you. He’d got you two cute matching rings. he’s smiling like an idiot when you tell him how much you like it and he tried to play it off causally claiming that he just thought about you when passing by the jewelry store but in reality spent more than an hour looking at different rings, many that didn’t seem perfect enough for someone as special as you. He’ll take you to this classy looking bakery that makes amazing pastries and when the chilly, February winds hit you in the way there, he’ll wrap you up in his large, warm coat that you return to him on the way back because he’s shivering even with the layers.

AKAASHI ೃ he surprises you with breakfast in bed, and light butterfly kisses as he mumbles a deep “good morning, love” followed by a small yawn from getting up early to prepare things. he spends the rest of the day with you on a walk through the park, buying you and himself ice cream as you guys make your way over to the empty park benches to chat and eat. He wanted to spend a chill but fun day with you and there are still more surprises to come like the chocolate and the book you’ve had your eyes on wrapped up at home. he’s been looking forward to a day to just spoil you with love and so it was convenient when Valentine’s Day had come into view.

IWAIZUMI ೃ who half didn't care much about valentines day but thought carefully about what you would like. He decides on a romantic dinner, knocking on the door to pick you up. He'd brought a box of chocolates and another gift he made you promise to open for later. He was all dolled up, a fancy hanker chief sticking out of his breast pocket and his hair poking out less wildly with the help of minimal gel, offering you an arm with an amused smile on his face. When you guys returned home, you played the song he associated with you as he laid down across the sofa. He groaned as you laughed, making his way over to you in mock reluctance, wrapping his arms around your waist with a fond smile as you two began to slow dance in the kitchen

BOKUTO ೃ holds up a stuffed bear plush holding a heart accompanied by cheerful “happy Valentine’s Day, baby!!” the moment he walks in. he’ll take you out to this nearby fair and you guys watch performances, compete against each other and the way he beams at you when you present him with a dog plush holding a rose in between its mouth that you won makes you even prouder of the win and to make him happy. but not as proud as bokuto to show off how cool and cute his s/o is and the prize to kuroo and the boys. he manages to win you a huge oversized bear, which he carries for you, leaving you with three bears (him included) to handle with love and care.

KITA ೃ hid a love letter behind his back as he handed you a boquet of red, pink and purple roses, smiling down at you warmly. He'd brought with him some fresh flowers and some fruit and vegtables that he grew himself, picking out one flower with a beautiful bud and weaving it into your hair, murmuring a soft, 'happy valentines day, darling' as he planted a kiss at the crown of your head. he was originally planning on taking you out to dinner but after how busy and tired you were during these past few weeks, he decided to cook you dinner and a sweet home date. Later into the evening he offers to take you out for a night drive which you do, happy to be out of the house and to spend more time with him. And there was nothing that made him happier.

YAMAGUCHI ೃ decorated his living room in valentines day decor, a little too excited to give you the well done homemade chocolate he made for you. You couldn't help but smile at the gift. It was a throwback to the time several years ago where you had been looking forward to heading to his house after school to eat the left over batter only for him to hand you a fancy box of choclate with the chocolte he worked hard on inside. He ordered takeout as you made your way to the living room, smiling even wider when you noticed the prepared movie on his tv. It was the one you have been waiting to watch for a while. You guys settle on the couch and cuddle throughout the movie, as he smiles up at you when you play with his hair.

SUNA ೃ he shows up at your house with only those cute candy hearts, offering to feed them to you (because he’s annoying like that) and when you roll your eyes at him, he goes ‘just kidding, I’ll be right back.’ and when he returns you stand frozen in place at the bouquet of red roses in one arm and the large heart shaped photo collage, studded with lights around the perimeter, special moments you two have shared and photos you didn’t remember him taking if the two of you cover its surface. when he got closer, you noticed a few where you were smiling really big and a few of his huge amused smiles and caught in mid laughter. ‘cat got your tongue, babe?’ ‘I’m more surprised that you remembered the date, rinnie.’ he chuckles as you let him in, ‘I’d never forget Valentine’s Day, maybe your birthday but forgetting Valentine’s Day? that would be out of the question.’

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theringers · 3 years

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often - charles leclerc

summary: you’re unbelievably desperate for your boyfriend all night.

request: Hope u dont mind me requesting #79 and #82 w charles or lando😃 have a good day!!

prompt: 79) "Look at you, grinding against everything, you're really desperate for it. Aren't you?" 82) "Yeah, that's it, baby, just like that."

a/n: this is short & unedited so i apologize for the lack of “story” but this just came to my brain and i needed to write it down so enjoy also sorry if the gif is malfunctioning i’m ready to throw my phone at the window so just ignore lol

warnings: nsfw, dirty talk, 18+, teasing, obvi i had to include some public stuff bc it’s my brand

The live music was loud and blaring through your ears. You had requested a few songs and enjoyed drinks while you waited for the band to get to your request.

Charles stood up from the table to head towards the crowded bar. “Need anything, mon amour?” He looked at you.

You lifted your cup and smiled. “Another?” He nodded at you and walked towards the corner of the room. He knew you had a tolerance like no other and could outdrink him on any occasion. It was just humorous to him at this point.

“Are you excited for your trip?” Your friend asked from across the table.

“Oh, so excited. Charles and I haven’t been able to get away for a long time. It’s much needed.” You sat in your bar stool day dreaming about the blue waters of the Caribbean Sea and how you were about to spend weeks out there on the relaxing water.

Your friend took another sip of her drink. “I’m insanely jealous. Too bad Pierre and I can’t tag along.” She frowned.

“Next time, I promise. We’ll plan a trip just the four of us.” You both started laughing. “Or better yet, just the two of us. Girls trip.”

After a few more laughs, Charles walked up to your table with a drink in each hand. Pierre followed with the same. “Thank you,” you smiled at your boyfriend as he handed you another. You couldn’t remember how many this had been but you were feeling good and really enjoying yourself.

You sat all the way back in your barstool, but kept your drink at the table. This was the best possible solution to avoid drinking too quickly. Every time you needed a sip, you had to scoot yourself closer to the table, take a sip, and sit back. It was working pretty well.

Charles leaned over and spoke in your ear over the sound of the loud music. “I’m going to need you to stop doing that.”

You looked at him, confused. “What am I doing?”

He waved his hand around. “This.” He leaned in closer again. “You keep rocking your hips back and forth and it’s driving me crazy.”

You sat up and moved yourself closer to the table, rocking your hips at a painfully slow, yet discreet, pace. Your eyes found his and his focus was solely on you, sipping the remains of your drink.

“Anyone want another drink?” You asked the table as you hopped out of your seat.

“I’m good, I think I’m ready to head home soon actually. Pretty long day,” Charles said.

Your friend scoffed. “Nonsense, it’s only 11 o’clock.”

Charles looked at her with his head hung, then back at you. “Fine. One more drink.” He looked at Pierre. “See, this is what we have to deal with.”

You waited in the line for drinks and returned to your table. As soon as you scooted back in your barstool, Charles leaned over. “This is our last round of drinks. I’m going to need to take you home after this one.” You didn’t look over at him. You just kept your eyes straight ahead and smiled.

After more casual conversation with Pierre and his girlfriend, Charles called the car home. He took your hand and lead you out of the bar after leaving a hefty tip for the bartender.

Sliding into the back seat of the car, he acknowledged the driver and then went silent. You followed in after him, sliding across the seats. Your short sundress rode up creating friction between your clit and the car seats. You let out a soft moan, but ignored it, hoping no one else heard you. That was not the case.

The car started to move and Charles leaned over to you. He rested his hand on your thigh and whispered in your ear. “I heard that.” It sent chills up your spine.

The rest of the ride was silent, trying to focus on getting home without jumping each other’s bones in the backseat of the car. As soon as you arrived home, you both drunkenly stumbled in the door.

You shouted at Alexa to play some of your favorite music. Often by The Weeknd came out of your speakers.

Charles sat down on the couch with his hands on his knees. A deep breath escaped his lips as he took in the dark apartment around him.

“What’s up?” You asked, walking over to him.

“Long day,” he said. You nodded in response.

Leaning down towards him, you spread your legs to straddle him on the couch. You sat back with your weight on his knees, looking at him. “I love you,” you said to him.

“I love you too, mon amour,” he said. You felt his hands grip your waist. You began to slowly shift your hips around - starting with back and forth, and a little bit of side to side.

“I had a really fun time tonight,” you said.

“Me too, I’m glad we decided to go out.”

“It’s always a good time with them.” You were lucky enough to play matchmaker for Pierre, setting him up with your best friend. It was a win-win. He got a beautiful girlfriend and in return, you got to have your best friend accompany you on vacations, to races, PR events, galas, the whole nine. It was a smart move on your part.

You looked down at Charles, focusing on his messy hair. He was always such a perfectionist about how he appeared, but that all went down the drain when he drank alcohol. You kind of loved it, seeing him let loose a bit and not care so much. You ran your fingers through his messy locks and smiled.

“That dress looks so sexy on you,” he said. His eyes absorbed your body all over and his hands began to move up and down your sides.

“I knew you would like it.” You started to move your hips with more intensity.

“You want to tell me about what happened in the car?” He asked.

“I think you know what happened in the car.”

He had a smug look on his face. “I don’t, actually. Enlighten me.”

“Well, since you want to play dumb,” you grabbed one of his hands off of your side and guided it under your dress. “I’m not wearing any underwear. And I forgot I wasn’t until I slid in the car.” His fingers massaged the skin of your inner thigh.

“That’s hot.” He dipped a finger between your folds and felt the wetness pooling. He swirled his finger around a few times before sliding it inside of you. You moved your hips slowly, meeting his finger. “Look at you, grinding against everything. You’re so desperate for me, huh?” He smirked. You rolled your eyes at him but continued to move your hips. “You couldn’t even help yourself at the bar tonight. Or in the car.”

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you,” you said. You leaned down to unbutton his pants, grinding your body against his thigh in the process. You let out a moan and he just watched you in awe.

You pulled his pants down, his hard cock springing free. You got back on top of him and hiked your dress up above your hips. You positioned yourself on top of his cock and started to slide back and forth, creating euphoric friction for both of you. Your folds were wet and warm, making him grunt. “Shit, baby,” he said. His head fell back against the couch as he guided your hips. “I need to be inside of you, now.”

You pulled away and quickly sat down on his cock. He kept his hands positioned on your hips as you ground them onto him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let your head fall onto his shoulder.

You put the weight on your knees and began to bounce up and down on him. He placed his hands on your ass for support. “Oh yeah, that’s it baby,” he said. “Just like that.” A throaty moan escaped your lips right into his ear.

“You feel so good,” you said. The rhythm continued and he spread your cheeks. He was itching to pound into you but he loved the way you looked bouncing on his cock.

He reached for the strap of your dress, pulling it down to expose your breasts. He took one in his hand and massaged it roughly. “Shit, babe. Look at you riding my cock like such a good girl.” He wasn’t one to talk dirty too much, but with alcohol involved he was an open book.

“I’m all yours, baby,” you said, leaning back. You ran your hands through your hair while riding him and made eye contact with him - driving him crazy.

You could feel him start to thrust up into you, an indication that he was getting close. You leaned back down to his ear. “Cum for me, baby,” you said.

He finished with a grunt and a tight grip on your hips. You rolled off of him and laid your head down on a pillow. After all that alcohol, the couch was seeming like a perfect place to crash.

Charles returned with a towel and a glass of water for you. “You did so well, baby. That was hot.” He said, smiling at you and handing you the glass of water.

You giggled and stuck your tongue out. “You’re welcome.”

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booksanxietyandsports · 2 years

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Stephan Leyhe/Andreas Wellinger - “Like A Fairytale” (fanfic)

okay, this is happening. this is a thing that i wrote that is 9k words long and i am kind of freaking out. i have never written anything in these dimensions before and i’m more nervous than i should be over a fanfic. this is the complete version, even though i already put part one in a different post. but i thought hey, now that it’s done, might as well post the whole thing. this took ages and i probably could’ve drawn this out to be even longer, but i really wanted it online by the end of the season, so here we are! once again, content warnings are in the tags and also once again, i advise you to not spoiler yourself with them. i would never put anything too graphic in my fics! it would mean the world to me if you told me whether you enjoyed this (or if you thought it sucked, idc). have fun and i am possibly sorry in advance. enjoy!

„Alright boys, hit it. Four in this car, three in the other. Play rock paper scissors or whatever, I genuinely do not care. Meet you back at the hotel.”

With that, Horngacher hands Severin the car keys, then turns around and marches towards the building that hosts the big-boss conference. Which isn’t actually a thing. It’s just what Andi has been calling the meeting of the coaches and the officials and god knows who else is attending in his head because he has absolutely no clue what they will be discussing. Not that he particularly cares.

“I’m calling shotgun!” Constantin immediately sprints towards the passenger side of the closest car, cheering as he opens the door, already pulling up Spotify on his phone and connecting it to the AUX cable. He did two amazing jumps earlier and apparently the adrenaline still hasn’t left his system, which means: A lot of bad 2010 pop songs during the car ride and a singing Consti in the passenger seat.

Andi’s always up for that party.

“I’m driving the baby,” he announces, snatching the car keys from Severin. “Not a baby!” Constantin yells distractedly through the open passenger door, scrolling through his playlist. “Thanks, but I’ll pass,” Karl says, grabbing the keys to the other car out of Severin’s hand and making his way to the driver’s side.

While the others discuss the rest of the car ride arrangement, Andi takes a step closer to Stephan, who’s been uncharacteristically quiet since the competition, even for him. They’re used to Stephan being the perfect picture of quiet contentment after a solid performance, but it’s usually accompanied by a soft smile and a quick laugh at his teammate’s jokes.

Today, there are lines on Stephan’s forehead and Andi doesn’t like it.

“You alright?” he asks quietly, standing directly in front of his best friend. Stephan looks up at him and nods. “Just a headache,” he says, managing a tired smile. “I’m gonna skip the carpool karaoke, though. Seems kind of counterproductive.” Andi nods in agreement, maintaining eye contact. “I can drive with you, if you want?”

Stephan’s smile turns a bit more genuine. He pats Andi’s side in a grateful gesture. “Sweet of you to offer,” he says, “but you did great today and I know how much you actually enjoy singing along to One Direction in the car with Consti. Go on. Drive safely.” “We listened to One Direction once-“ Andi starts to protest, but stops mid-sentence when Stephan’s eyes crinkle with laughter. “Whatever you say, sunshine. See you back at the hotel? We could-“ Stephan stops himself, carefully schooling his face into a more neutral expression. “We could grab something to eat and- and read? For a bit? If you didn’t have any other plans, that is.”

Instead of an answer, Andi’s hands go up to fix the neckline of Stephan’s jacket. He’s impressed Stephan has worked up the courage to ask – not to read his book, not exactly, because that seems to have become a codeword for the weird little routine they have fallen into sometime in the middle of the season. It went a little bit like this: Stephan (loving to read) couldn’t find a comfortable reading position on the, admittedly terrible, hotel beds in Innsbruck. Andi (loving physical contact) opened his arms and let Stephan use him as a pillow and also as a book stand.

It works. They’ve spent most of their evenings like this since then; Andi dozing off or watching a show on his tablet with earphones in, Stephan snuggled into his side, reading quietly, even though he never asks for it. Andi’s aware the older doesn’t like to ask for things, which is why they don’t talk about it. Andi wordlessly opens his arms, Stephan carefully places himself at Andi’s side with a content sigh and that’s the end of it.

Which is exactly the reason why Andi’s getting wary about Stephan’s “just a headache.” If Stephan’s desperate enough to ask for a quiet evening with him, then that’s telling him a lot about his teammate’s state of exhaustion. So what’s he gonna do? Say no?

“Of course we can,” he says softly, “whatever you want. Meet you at the hotel.” Andi leans down, presses a quick kiss to Stephan’s check and looks back at the others, who seem to have come to a decision. Markus skips over to them, slings an arm around Andi’s shoulders and starts pulling him in direction of the car. “Let’s go, Welle. Get ready to fight Consti over the music choice.” Markus climbs into the backseat while Constantin channels his inner Celine Dion with “It’s All Coming Back To Me Now.” Pius and Severin collect Stephan and make their way to Karl, who is already waiting in the car, ready to go. Stephan looks back over his shoulder at Andi, who winks.

“We’ll be at the hotel first!” he calls after them. Stephan laughs and Severin turns around. “Of course you will,” he deadpans. “Karl is driving. He’s slower than Pius in the inrun.” “Now hold on a second-“ Pius protests and shoves Severin against the car. The oldest laughs and opens the door, climbing into the backseat. The rest of their conversation is drowned out by Constantin’s and Markus’ singing as Andi occupies the driver’s side, adjusting the seat to his long legs.

“There were nights of endless pleasure-“ Constantin yells dramatically.

“-it was more than all your laws allow!” Markus continues, grabbing Consti’s shoulders from the seat behind him. Andi laughs and starts the car, joining in with the chorus.

“Baby, baby, baby when you touch me like this-“

It’s a lot quieter in the other car. Karl is softly humming along to whatever song’s on the radio. Severin and Pius are still busy discussing the mystery of Pius’ non-existent inrun speed in the backseat. Stephan rests his head against the window and sighs, eyes closed.

Karl looks at him briefly. “You okay, Stephan?” he asks, turning his attention back to the road, even though the streets are pretty deserted. Karl has always been the most careful driver out of all of them, and with the snow and ice on the road he’s driving extra slowly. Stephan doesn’t mind.

“I’m good,” he answers and opens his eyes to look at the snow-covered fields around them, the trees beyond also decked with white. Their hotel is a good thirty-minute drive from the hill, but the scenery has something magical about it, like something out of a fairy tale. “It’s just a headache,” he repeats what he told Andi earlier. Karl raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve got some aspirin, if you want,” Pius pipes up from behind Stephan, sneaking a hand through the gap between headrest and window to squeeze Stephan’s shoulder. “I think I’ll manage for now,” Stephan declines and reaches up to pat Pius’ hand. “Thank you, though. Maybe I’ll come back to you later.”

He doesn’t add that a quiet afternoon with Andi and his book is probably going to be more helpful than all the aspirin in the world. He’s been particularly stressed before today’s competition, although he can’t quite put his finger on why that is. He woke up in the morning with an uncomfortable pressure behind his eyes, despite getting a full eight hours of sleep. His jumps were good, or so he’s been told, but the usual feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment just wouldn’t set in. Instead, the headache has been getting worse and Stephan just really, really wants his bed, his book, and Andi’s arms.

He’s not going to get what he wants.

“-and when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell, you don’t know, oh-oh! You don’t know you’re beautiful, oh-oh!”

“That’s what makes you beautiful!” Constantin finishes, air-drumming the final beats of the song. Markus shakes his head in the backseat. “I can’t believe I let you play One Direction in this car,” he sighs. Constantin turns in his seat to beam at the older. “That’s because you love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

Andi snorts. “I don’t care how much you two love each other; we do not tell Stephan that we sang One Direction in the car.”

“Oh, I will tell Stephan you guys sang One Direction in the car. I was just a victim. Dammit, I should’ve recorded this,” Markus says, putting his face in his hands. “As evidence.”

“With what?” Consti laughs. “You never take your phone anywhere! Remember when you got into an argument with- who was it? One of the Austrians? You got in the car with them and drove to their hotel because you were so busy with talking!”

Markus opens his mouth, then shuts it. “That,” he explains carefully, “was one time. I’ll have you know it was a very intense battle of me and Krafti against Michi Hayböck, the freaking Barca fan. Imagine thinking ter Stegen is a better keeper than Neuer. Utterly delusional.”

Andi looks at him in the rearview mirror. “No one was able to reach you for three hours,” he deadpans. “Karl was literally about to call the police because you didn’t answer your damn phone. We thought you were kidnapped or something.”

“They’d bring him back voluntarily,” Constantin mumbles while he scrolls through his playlist. “Fifteen minutes, max.”

Andi laughs as Markus leans forward between the two front seats and smacks the youngest with his beanie. “Listen, you little shit,” he starts, “it would be a delight to kidnap me. You would be the one they’d want to get rid of because of your questionable taste in mus- Andi watch out!”

It’s too late.

Wrong lane, Andi thinks, staring right into the headlights of an approaching truck. That vehicle is not supposed to be there.

Yanking the steering wheel to the right is a reflex, not a conscious decision.

The snow is pretty, Andi thinks as they go flying off the road. The trees are covered with it. Kind of like a fairy tale.

The sound of their car crashing against a tree is the last thing he hears for a while.

Someone’s knocking on the door to their hotel room. Stephan’s halfway through undressing in order to take a shower, so he quickly grabs a shirt off the bed and pulls it over his head. Probably Andi, he thinks. Forgot his keys again. Wouldn’t be the first time.

When they’d arrived at the hotel earlier, they’d wondered how the hell they’d made it there before the others. Karl had taken it as an opportunity to defend his driving skills. Severin had figured the others got so distracted by the carpool karaoke that Andi took a wrong turn somewhere. Wouldn’t be the first time, either.

When Stephan opens the door, however, he’s met with a mildly distressed looking Karl. Stephan raises an eyebrow. “Are you-“

“Have you heard from the others?” Karl interrupts him, grip tight around his phone.

“Uh, no? Should I have?”

Karl bites his lower lip. “I’m getting worried,” he admits. “We’ve been here for a good forty minutes already, and you’re telling me Welle took that many wrong turns?”

That is, admittedly, somewhat unusual. Neither Andi, nor Consti or Markus have the best sense of direction, but so far Andi has always texted or called or somehow let anyone know he got lost. Markus is another story entirely but knowing him, his phone is probably placed uselessly on his nightstand. Stephan’s headache intensifies.

“They’ll be fine!” Severin yells from down the hall.

Karl frowns in the general direction of Severin’s voice, then turns back to Stephan. “I just have a feeling. Eisei’s phone is in our room. Will you please call Andi? He always answers when you call.”

That’s true. Andi does always answer when it’s Stephan who’s calling. Stephan is convinced it’s because Andi knows he’d never call him without a good reason. The others think a bit differently, but they don’t tell him that.

Stephan leaves Karl standing in the hallway and goes to retrieve his phone from his bed. “Have you tried calling Andi or Consti?” he calls back to Karl, who nods. Severin appears next to Karl, Pius right behind him. Stephan pulls up Andi’s contact and presses call. There’s a weird feeling in his chest, something he can’t quite place. Even his headache dulls in comparison.

It’s fine, he tells himself. Karl is being paranoid. There’s no reason to assume anything bad has happened. They’re just a little later than usual. So what? Knowing those three, they probably stopped somewhere to have a snowball fight.

The pressure on his chest grows stronger with every dial tone. Pius is holding his phone to his ear as well. “Consti,” he mouths, then shakes his head when no one answers the call.

“This is the voicemail of Andi Wellinger. Please leave a me-“

Stephan hangs up.

When Andi wakes up, his first thought is that he’s cold, incredibly so. His teeth are chattering and he’s shaking all over - possibly because there is snow inside the car, falling in through the massive hole in the windshield.

Wait, what?

It comes back in pieces. The bright headlights of the truck on the wrong side of the road, the momentum of the car flying into the snowy ditch by the side of the street pressing him back into his seat, the whiplash of the impact throwing him forward against the dashboard.

Andi can feel the ache in his neck. He doesn’t dare move for a few seconds and has to force himself to keep his breathing under control. Panicking won’t help. He carefully wiggles his fingers and toes, relieved when he can feel them move despite the cold. His shaky exhale comes out in a cloud and fogs up the driver’s side window.

“Andi?”

Slowly, Andi turns his head to the right. His neck protests at the movement, but the pain quickly fades into the background when he catches sight of Constantin. There are tear tracks on the younger’s face, eyes red and wide. He looks terrified.

Andi clears his throat, eyes roaming over the other’s body to check for visible injuries. “You hurt?” he asks, voice rough. Consti closes his eyes, pressing his lips together as fresh tears start coming.

“You were unconscious and you didn’t wake up and I tried, I tried to get you to talk to me but you didn’t and-“

“Constantin. Are. You. Hurt.”

Consti shakes his head. “My shoulder hurts and I can’t move my right arm too much. Despite that I’m- I’m okay. But Markus-“

Andi doesn’t let him finish that sentence, fumbles to remove his seatbelt and gingerly turns around in his seat. His breathing catches when he sees the older in the backseat, slumped against the window, the right side of his face covered in blood.

No. No no no no no.

“Fuck,” he curses, trying to reach his teammate to feel for a pulse. Panic makes the movement frantic and pain shoots through his ribs, a sharp, electric stab like a knife in his lungs. His vision darkens for a second and slowly, he leans back against his seat, attempting to breathe through it. “Markus,” he tries as soon as the pain subsides, voice breaking. “Hey, Eisei. Come on. Wake up.”

“I tried that,” Constantin says quietly. “It’s not working. Something’s wrong.” The younger’s left hand is gripping his right arm tightly, trying to minimize the movement of his shoulder. Andi reaches out and rests his hand on Consti’s thigh, squeezing lightly. “How long do you think were we out?”

Constantin attempts a shaky smile. “About thirty minutes, maybe? I wasn’t, though. Out.”

Andi blanks for a second. His grip on Consti’s thigh tightens. “You were- You were conscious this whole time?”

Consti nods, lips pressed together. He carefully removes his left hand from his right elbow to take Andi’s hand in his, holding on tightly. “I was… kind of dazed, I think? For a couple of minutes. And then- neither of you were waking up, you know? No matter how hard I tried, you didn’t react and I- I thought-“ He stops himself. “I didn’t hit my head too badly because you- you threw your arm across my chest right when we flew off the road. It kept me from crashing against the dashboard.”

Andi’s eyes widen. “I did?” He doesn’t remember. He vaguely recalls tightening his grip on the steering wheel in a desperate attempt to hold the car stable, but he doesn’t remember giving up control over the car in favour of protecting his younger teammate.

“You did,” Consti replies softly. “Thank you. For that. But we need to-“ He inhales shakily, trying to keep his composure. “We need to help Markus.”

Andi looks back at Markus and tries not to flinch at the sight of all the blood. The older’s face is pale, lips turning blue. We need to get him out, Andi realizes. Now. And Consti and me too, or we’ll freeze.

Or something worse will happen to Markus, a little voice in his head tells him. If it hasn’t already.

Andi ignores it.

“Phone,” he says urgently. “Consti, where’s your phone?”

Constantin lifts his shoulders in a helpless gesture and hisses when he remembers his right one. “It’s not in here. Must’ve gotten catapulted out of the car on impact. I can’t get out on my side, there’s too much snow. The door won’t open and…,” his voice gets quieter towards the end. “Barely anyone has driven by since this happened. Three cars total, maybe, and we’re too far from the road for them to notice.”

“Fuck, okay. Mine’s in my- in my front pocket, let me just-“ Andi pauses when he catches sight of something next to the gas pedal. No, he thinks, no, no, please. He quickly leans down to grab his phone, ribs screaming at the sudden movement. Constantin looks at him with wide eyes. “Shit Andi, are you okay?”

“Ribs,” Andi pants, “and neck. I’m okay, but this is…”

He holds up his phone, screen cracked and essentially snapped in half. “New plan,” he says, catching Consti’s eye. “We need to get out of here and make sure Markus is-“

Not dead.

He swallows around the lump in his throat before he continues. “Make sure Markus is okay. And then we look for your damn phone. Think you can do that?”

Constantin nods, pale but determined.

“Let’s go.”

Karl has been pacing the length of the room for the past fifteen minutes and it’s driving Stephan nuts.

It’s not like he doesn’t get it, because he does. There’s a nervous humming in his whole body, a restlessness that tells him to get up, throw something, punch the wall, anything.

Instead, he’s been sitting on the edge of the bed this whole time, back straight, staring out the window at nothing in particular. The snowfall has picked up a while ago, which doesn’t reassure Stephan in the slightest. It’s been close to two hours since they arrived at the hotel, still no trace of the others. Pius has been checking the local news for reports of any accidents every two minutes, but nothing turned up.

Which is good, Stephan supposes, but it’s not exactly helpful either. They’re still missing. Andi is still missing.

The thought brings the humming inside him to a maximum until his hands start shaking and he feels like throwing up. There’s an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into someone’s side – Severin, who doesn’t look as unconcerned anymore as he did earlier. Karl is still pacing.

“Will you stop that?” Stephan snaps and immediately feels bad when Karl freezes on the spot. “Sorry,” he apologizes and drops his head in his hands. The headache has been getting worse. A thrumming had started behind his eyes as he’d called Andi again and again and again until Severin had carefully taken Stephan’s phone from his hands and refused to give it back. “I’m on phone duty,” the oldest had said. “Take a break, Stephan. I’ll answer when he calls.”

When he calls. Not if. When. Stephan clings to that little word.

“Pius,” he says quietly without looking up, “I’d take that aspirin now, if the offer still stands.” Not that he thinks it’ll help. The only one he knows could help him for sure is god knows where. Not here. Not where he should be. Pius nods and attempts a small smile at Stephan, but it falls flat, so he leaves to get the aspirin from his room.

“We should call the police,” Karl suggests, not for the first time this afternoon, sliding down the wall and hugging his knees to his chest. Severin sighs, still holding Stephan close to his side, and rubs his arm up and down in an attempt at comfort. Stephan tries to feel comforted. He fails.

“The police won’t do anything,” Severin answers, also not for the first time today. Even if his replies are patient, his voice has been getting more tense every time Karl brings up involving the police. “They’re grown adults and we don’t have anything that would lead the police to believe something has happened besides your bad feeling, Karl, and our word that this is highly unusual for the guys. They won’t help.”

“We should’ve driven back when it was still light out,” Pius says softly as he returns to the room and hands Stephan the aspirin. He goes back to leaning against the window, where the sun is barely visible on the horizon.

“Too late for that now,” Stephan mumbles, and he hates every word. Why didn’t they drive back to look for them? Why did they spent the last hour sitting around uselessly, worrying more and more with every passing minute?

Because stuff like this doesn’t happen, Stephan tells himself. Not in real life anyways. This would be a tragic plot point in a novel. An unforeseen twist in a romcom, at the end of which the two protagonists happily reunite under tears in the hospital, both safe and sound. It’s not something that happened to people he knows. People he cares about. Someone he loves.

But the blissful bubble of denial burst a long time ago, and Stephan is slowly starting to expect the worst. And judging from Karl’s curled up position against the wall, Pius’ frown reflected in the window and Severin’s tightening grip on his arm, so are they.

“I’m going to crawl in behind the driver’s seat and get him out from this side, alright? I’ll need your help with his legs, though. I can try and protect his head, but I can’t carry him alone like this.”

Constantin nods, then frowns, still holding his right arm. “Are you sure you can get him out with your ribs and all that? I don’t want you to get hurt any more. Maybe I should do it.”

“Better my ribs than your arm,” Andi mumbles, too quietly for Constantin to hear, then takes a deep breath and begins to climb into the backseat. If he’s being honest, he isn’t exactly sure about the extent of his injuries. His neck seems to be doing okay as long as he moves his head slowly, but his ribs are a completely different story. It hurts to breathe, it hurts to move, and Andi can only hope none of them are broken. He also must’ve tried to slam the brakes at some point during the crash, because in the attempt of getting out of the car himself, his right foot had given out more often than he’d like to admit.

He doesn’t tell Constantin that. The younger seems to have avoided any major injuries, but his shoulder had given him more than enough trouble when he’d climbed out of the driver’s side of the car. And with his right arm essentially useless, Andi sure as hell isn’t going to make him pull Markus out of the wreck. His ribs would have to manage.

Their oldest had certainly taken the worst of it. The blood has dried to an almost blackish colour, which contrasts eerily with the pale white of Markus’ face. As Andi carefully unbuckles Markus’ seatbelt, he sends a quiet thanks to whatever higher power is listening that the window Markus is slumped against didn’t break on impact. He’s not too keen on pulling glass shards out of Markus’ eye. Andi slowly maneuvers the smaller man onto his lap and winces when his ribs protest. “Consti,” he pants, “take his legs. And then move backwards – slowly – until I can put down his head once he’s outside.”

Constantin makes a vaguely confirming noise and gathers Markus’ legs against his left side, trapping them between his body and his left arm. Andi puts one hand around Markus’ shoulders, the other under his head and tries to hold him steady. There’s blood coating his left hand and even though he’s never had a problem with seeing blood - He was a clumsy, lanky kid. There were a lot of skinned knees and various wounds in his childhood – this is a vastly different situation. This isn’t a paper cut. This is a possibly fatal wound to the head. One of his best friends’ heads. And the blood is on his hands, literally and- figuratively too, Andi realizes as he looks down at Markus’ pale face. He drove the car. It was him behind the steering wheel. It was him who landed them in a ditch against a tree. Maybe, if he’d paid more attention, he would’ve seen the truck earlier and he could’ve… he doesn’t know. Done something that didn’t end with Markus bloody and concussed and unconscious.

The world tilts before his eyes.

“Welli?” Constantin’s voice reaches him through the fog in his head. “Not to rush you or anything, but Eisei’s legs are getting kind of heavy.”

Andi blinks away the tears and shoves down the panic that threatens to climb up his throat. “I got him,” he replies and slowly, so very slowly they pull Markus out of the car. He’s their smallest teammate, but the unconsciousness makes him heavy, like dead weight between them.

This must be what carrying a body feels like, Andi realizes and immediately regrets the thought because now, the image is stuck in his head.

Together, they carefully lower Markus to the ground. Andi’s ribs burn at the exertion and a sharp twinge shoots up his leg when he tries to step on his right foot, but he somehow manages to sink down to the ground on his left leg and prop himself up against the car, Markus’ head bedded on his lap. Thank his therapists for the hundreds of single-leg-squats they made him do in rehab.

The second their oldest is safely on the ground Constantin is on his knees beside him, pressing two fingers to Markus’ neck. Andi forgets how to breathe.

“There’s a pulse,” Constantin exhales shakily, “but I can barely feel it. He’s cold, he’s- isn’t there a blanket in the car?” He pushes himself to his feet and hastily goes to open the trunk, but Andi still catches sight of the tears in the younger’s eyes.

He checks for a pulse, too, because he needs the reassurance that Markus is alive and when he watches closely, he can see the older’s chest moving up and down with slow breaths.

The relief is bittersweet and doesn’t last long. The panic he’s tried so hard to shove down washes over him like a wave and suddenly, all he can feel is Markus’ head on his lap and the blood on his hands.

Andi is completely out of his depths. His knowledge of head injuries is very much limited to the time Karl walked square into a glass door, which resulted in a mild headache and a purple bruise on his forehead. Andi’s only task then was to get the older an ice pack and some ibuprofen.

He’s confident neither of those things will help Markus now.

Constantin returns with a blanket and starts wrapping it around the unconscious man on the ground, tucking it around his body and prodding at him to make sure he’s all covered. The younger’s eyes keep flickering up to Markus’ face, monitoring him closely. “How bad do you think it is? That he’s not waking up?”

It takes Andi a moment to snap out of it and realise Constantin is talking to him. The younger is looking at him expectantly, all-wide eyed and anxious and Andi desperately wishes for one of their older teammates to be here. Preferably conscious. “He’s breathing,” he says in lieu of an actual answer. “That’s better than- than if he were not breathing. It can’t be that bad if he’s still breathing.” It sounds stupid even to his own ears and Constantin shoots him a deadpan look from where he’s sitting next to them, holding onto Markus’ hand under the blanket. “Delightful analysis, Sherlock. But you’re not wrong, I guess. Can we just leave him here while we search for my phone, though? What if he, like, stops breathing and we’re not here to notice?”

Andi’s stomach turns at the thought of getting up again. The pain in his chest has faded into a dull ache a while ago, which makes it much easier to get distracted by his throbbing ankle. He attempts a smile at Consti and hopes the younger doesn’t notice how shaky it is. “Eisei would quite literally kill us if we stayed down here in the snow just to monitor his breathing. Finding that phone is our only shot at getting help. Greater chance at finding it when it’s both of us looking for it.”

“True,” Constantin answers, then stands up and looks down at Markus. “But I still don’t like it.”

Together, they carefully lift Markus’ head from Andi’s lap and bed it on his backpack. Consti adjusts the blanket, then holds out his left hand to help Andi up from the ground and frowns at the pained noise he makes as he pulls himself onto his feet. “You sure you’re doing okay?”

Andi grits his teeth and squeezes Consti’s hand once before letting go, purposefully standing up straighter than his ribs can handle. “Peachy. Let’s find that phone.”

Don’t do this, a voice in his head says as Constantin starts going around the car to look for his phone. The voice is gentle and sounds suspiciously like Stephan. Don’t pretend you’re fine when you’re not. Tell Constantin. Take care of Markus.

Don’t tell me what to do. Like you’re any better with your headache. You didn’t tell anyone either.

That’s different. You should sit down. Walking isn’t going very well.

The Stephan in his head is right. The world starts swimming the moment Andi puts weight on his right foot and he doesn’t even make it two steps. The time he’s spent sitting on the ground hasn’t done anything for him – quite the contrary, actually. His legs are shaking beneath him, barely supporting his weight. Andi becomes acutely aware of the cold. His vision goes blurry for a second and he has to grab the car to hold him up. Constantin seems to be miles away.

Sit the fuck down, Andreas.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Andi yells. “Shut UP! I have to find this fucking phone so Markus doesn’t fucking die!”

He vaguely registers Consti’s confused call from the other side of the car and his ankle is throbbing in hot pain while the rest of him is freezing and he’s losing his damn mind-

“Forgot mine on my nightstand, sorry,” someone mumbles and it takes Andi a solid ten seconds to realise it’s Markus, speech slightly slurred and Bavarian dialect thick. “I’d also haunt the shit out of you if I died. After Karl, though. God how fucking funny would it be to haunt him, can you imagine? The man wouldn’t- wouldn‘t sleep another night for the rest of his life-“

Andi collapses onto his knees and feels the impact vibrate painfully in every single one of his injured ribs, but he can’t bring himself to care. He crawls the short distance to Markus, who looks at him with half-lidded eyes, face still white as a sheet. “Don’t move,” Andi chokes out when Markus tries to sit up. “Don’t move. How’s your head?”

Markus’ eyes flutter shut a few times before he manages to keep them open longer than a few seconds. “Terrible,” he whispers, and Andi has to strain to hear him. “Hurts worse than when Sevi sings in the shower.” The older frowns when he notices the tears on Andi’s cheek. He slowly raises a hand to Andi’s face and clumsily attempts to wipe them away, but his movements are jerky and uncoordinated. He misses Andi’s cheek a few times, then seems to decide his arm is too heavy for him to hold up. His eyes close again. “Stay awake,” Andi begs and takes the other’s hand in his own. “Eisei, hey. Tell me more about how you’d haunt Karl.”

Then Constantin stumbles around the car and almost face-plants into the snow. “Are you okay? I heard you yelling, who were you talk- oh my god, is he awake?!” He falls onto his knees on Markus’ other side, who manages to open his eyes long enough to look at the youngest. Consti sobs in relief. “I’d make so many scary noises,” Markus slurs. Constantin looks at Andi in confusion. “Karl hates scary noises. He startles so easily. Like howling at night and rustling his curtains. Do you think I can…” he trails off, eyes falling shut again. “Can what? What, Markus? Stay with us, can you do what?” There’s an edge of desperation in Andi’s voice, because a talking Markus is even better than a breathing Markus because it means consciousness and enough brain function to form sentences and not dead.

“Do you think I can still- still move things when I’m a ghost? No fun if I can’t touch stuff.”

“No one here ends up as a ghost,” Consti says determinedly, aggressively wiping away his own tears with his left hand. “Not today, not tomorrow, not anywhere in the near future. And not on my watch.”

There’s the barest hint of a smile on Markus’ lips as he slowly slips back into unconsciousness. “You’re doing so well,” he whispers. “So well, both of you. Kind of annoying how well you two are. Doing. You two- love you…”

He stops talking. Andi goes very still. Constantin’s face loses all colour.

Markus doesn’t open his eyes again.

Stephan is wearing Andi’s shirt.

He hasn’t noticed before, hours ago when he hastily threw on the nearest piece of clothing just so he didn’t have to answer his door half-naked. Hours ago, when he still thought everything was fine.

But the shirt on his body is Andi’s, one size too big for Stephan himself, bottom hem so far down it almost looks like a dress, Andi’s merchandise logo prominent on the chest. It also smells like him.

Somehow, that makes everything worse.

Stephan hasn’t really moved in the past thirty minutes, not in the way the others have. Pius went to get them something to eat a while ago, even though Stephan would rather jump off the balcony than force food down his throat right now. Severin has been periodically trying to reach their coach, but Horngacher doesn’t answer his phone. Still in the conference, moved on to drinking with the other officials, Stephan doesn’t know and doesn’t care.

Karl looks so tense Stephan fears he’s about to snap. Karl is relaxed on most days, occasionally anxious, and scary when he’s mad.

He is terrifying when he’s worried. Which is why Stephan feels a little bit sorry for whatever poor soul that happens to be employed by the local police is on the other end of the line. Karl has been arguing with at least three different police officers in the past twenty minutes, and all Stephan has gathered so far is that yes, they will call as soon as any accidents are reported and no, they can’t send someone out looking for people that aren’t actually missing and sir, please just go to sleep and your friends will probably be back in the morning.

Karl doesn’t shout, because he never does. He calmly thanks police officer number three, who should count his blessings that he’s not in the same room as Karl, then hangs up and motions to throw the phone against the wall.

“Do not,” Stephan says quietly without looking up from the floor. “You don’t want your phone in pieces when they call.”

Pius returns with a couple sandwiches and some fruit. It remains untouched.

Stephan’s head is still swimming. The aspirin has done absolutely nothing for him.

Severin tries to get them to eat something. Karl indulges him and eats half an apple, then throws up ten minutes later in the bathroom. Stephan shakes himself out of the trance he’s been in ever since Karl knocked on their door and follows his teammate into the bathroom.

He might not be able to help the other three, but redirecting his worry at someone present, someone he can touch, is blessedly distracting. So, he rubs circles into Karl’s back as the older kneels on the cold floor, and he fills a cup with water for him to rinse his mouth with. Severin and Pius appear in the bathroom a few minutes later. “You okay, bud?” Severin asks Karl, whose pale face matches the white tiles. “Been better,” he answers, takes a deep breath and hunches in on himself to make his head fit on Stephan’s shoulder.

Stephan leans back against the sink and wraps his arms around his shaking friend in a loose hug. Physical comfort was never his forte. Between the two of them, Andi has always played that part: the tight hugs and firm hands and back rubs and head scratches. Stephan has always been the one to provide comfort with carefully chosen words, but tonight even that seems to fail him.

Severin leans back against the doorframe, head in his hands. “I’m going crazy,” he mumbles and Pius nods in agreement, wrapping his arms around himself. Karl is still clinging to Stephan, whose ever active mind scrambles for something to do besides the endless waiting and hoping.

He comes up empty. He rubs small circles into Karl’s waist with his thumbs. He stands and stares at the shower curtain. He closes his eyes and lets his head rest against Karl when the harsh bathroom light hurts his eyes and intensifies his headache.

Faintly, in the other room, a phone starts ringing.

“Pick up pick up pick up-“

“Consti?!”

Andi sees the exact moment all the tension leaves Constantin’s body at the sound of Severin’s voice. The younger closes his eyes and sobs, drowning out the frantic stream of words coming from the other end of the line. Andi carefully grabs Consti’s hand and holds on tight, tears spilling down his cheeks. The flashing lights of the ambulance up by the road cast a blue shadow over both of them and it’s making Andi dizzy.

“Consti, thank God. Hey! Are you guys okay? Constantin! Answer me!” Severin sounds slightly hysterical, which isn’t a tone of voice Andi ever thought he’d hear Severin use. Not their calm, collected Severin.

Constantin takes a deep, shaky breath before he manages to reply. “They took Markus,” he whispers, voice rough and breaking. Andi squeezes his hand. “They took him away to the hospital first because- cause, it’s something with head trauma? And lots of blood. We don’t know how he-. They’re sending a second ambulance for us. Andi is with me, we’re, uh. Really fucking cold, actually. But we’re okay, I think. Mostly.”

Consti looks skeptically at Andi, who gives a confirming nod and attempts a smile, even though he’s feeling the absolute furthest from fine. Moving his head hurts, breathing is getting harder by the minute and he dreads the moment the paramedics come back for them to get them out of the ditch, because that requires getting up. One of them stayed behind and is currently searching through the medical bag to find something to stabilise his ankle with, while the others whisked away Markus as soon as the seriousness of his condition became apparent. They haven’t heard from him since.

There’s a few beats of silence on the other end of the line, then a bit of rustling before Pius’ voice sounds through the speaker, shaky and hoarse. “Consti, what happened? We’re worried sick.”

“Car accident. Some stupid truck driver was driving on the wrong side of the road and Welle didn’t have a chance to react.”

Andi flinches.

“The alternative was crashing head-on into the truck,” Constantin continues, and now that he’s started speaking, he can’t seem to stop. “The road was slippery, too, with all the ice and snow and whatnot-“

Andi’s vision goes dark around the edges.

“- and fuck, Pius, it was- no it’s just my shoulder, I really am okay- yes I’m crying, leave me alone. We haven’t heard from Markus but we’ll ask about him as soon as the other ambulance gets here-“

Someone flips a switch and the air in Andi’s lungs is replaced by a pain so sharp he feels like someone’s stabbed him with a knife, right between his ribs. He sucks in a desperate breath. No oxygen reaches his lungs.

“…we’ll meet you guys at the hospital, then?”

The knife twists.

“- tell Stephan Andi’s okay, he’s alive and- God, he saved me, he- Welle?”

Andi’s grip on Constantin is tight, fingernails buried in the palm of the younger’s hand, so deeply he draws blood. Had there been any oxygen left in his lungs to fuel his brain, he would’ve felt bad. There isn’t, though, so Andi roughly points to his chest and tries to breathe, come on, breathe, but he might as well have been drowning.

“No no no Andi no, hey you! Something’s wrong with him, help! Andi don’t do this to me, not you too, please…someone do something, please! Andi, fuck-“

Andi dimly registers his younger teammate sobbing into the phone; frantic voices talking over each other out of the speaker, but the sounds are muted, like he’s hearing them from under a thick blanket. There’s someone else at his side, pushing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, telling him something he can’t hear. The paramedic, his brain supplies helpfully through the haze of the panic, and Andi manages a last look at Constantin’s horrified face before everything goes black.

The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway are worse than the hotel bathroom lights. Stephan squints against the harsh brightness and tries, once again, to blink the dots out of his vision, which have been there since the phone call came. He feels like he’s on the constant verge of blacking out, lightheaded and with a persistent ringing in his ears, but the universe seems determined to keep him conscious through every torturous second of this horrible, horrible night.

They have been sitting on some uncomfortable chairs designed for waiting and despair for at least forty minutes by now, but no one’s told them anything yet. Karl has gotten up to get coffee three separate times, and each time he’s returned without any cups. Stephan hasn’t spoken a single word since they left the hotel in a hurry to get to the hospital. Severin keeps shooting him worried glances, and Stephan imagines what he must look like in Andi’s oversized merch and a quickly thrown on Germany jacket that’s way too thin for the temperature outside, curled up on two of the chairs, staring at the wall. Not much has happened since Constantin called them and assured them everyone was still alive; except they didn’t know about Markus’ condition. Not much has happened since a tight rope of fear and anxiety and worry had wound its way around Stephan’s heart and squeezed every little ounce of hope out of it when Constantin’s tone had turned from relieved to worried to panicked because apparently, the universe not only needed him to suffer through this consciously, no, it also wanted him to witness the sounds of Andi’s gasping breaths over the phone, unable to do anything except sit frozen on the hotel bed and keep breathing when Andi couldn’t.

A door opens down the hall. Constantin steps out into the hallway, face red and blotchy from crying, right arm in a sling and a blanket around his shoulders. Severin and Pius are up and at his side in an instant, wrapping the youngest in a careful hug and guiding his head to rest on Severin’s shoulder. Constantin clings to Pius’ hoodie like his life depends on it. Stephan feels himself tearing up, too, and when Sevi and Pius bring Consti over to Karl and him, Stephan hugs the younger fiercely.

“You’re shaking,” Constantin whispers against him and tightens his one-armed grip. “Have you heard anything from Andi and Markus?”

Stephan peels himself out of the hug and mutely shakes his head. Karl takes his turn to hug Constantin and when he finally lets go, Severin is there to wipe the tears off Consti’s cheeks. He tucks the youngest into his side after and sits them both down on the hard plastic chairs.

Constantin then recalls the entirety of the accident. He fills them in on every small detail, things Stephan never wants to hear again. Of course Andi would put his arm across the passenger seat in a situation like this. Of course he’d prioritize his teammates well-being over his own. And of course he wouldn’t tell Consti he wasn’t feeling well until he fucking collapsed on the phone for all of them to hear.

Stephan is going to kick his ass once he’s allowed to see him. And once he’s made sure Andi is alive with his own two eyes.

Karl’s leg is bouncing up and down restlessly by the time Constantin finishes. “So Markus is-“ he starts, then trails off. Stephan gets it. Consti does, too. He shrugs helplessly. “He was conscious for a short time and then he- wasn’t anymore. There was so much blood, Karl, I don’t-“

“Are you guys here for Markus Eisenbichler and Andreas Wellinger?”

They haven’t noticed the doctor approaching them, but there he stands, and Stephan unconsciously grabs Karl’s hand to ground himself. The ringing in his ears gets louder. Karl’s face drains of all colour. Constantin looks at the doctor with wide eyes.

Severin, the only one left with enough rational brain cells to communicate, confirms. The doctor trails his eyes over the five of them, lingers on Consti’s sling and beaten up face and apparently decides they look enough like family for him to inform them about their teammates‘ status.

“Markus just came out of surgery for his head trauma. The intracranial pressure wasn’t as high as we’d originally thought, so we didn’t have to put him in a medically induced coma like we’d planned to do. He’s heavily sedated at the moment, though, to give his body the chance to rest. He will likely not wake up for another day. Miraculously, he doesn’t have any other injuries besides harmless bruising from the impact.”

Karl sobs in relief and lets go of Stephan to drop his head into his hands. Pius puts an arm around him and rests his forehead on the younger’s back. Constantin exhales shakily and nods, leaning further into Severin’s side.

The rope around Stephan’s heart loses the tiniest bit, but the pounding in his head doesn’t ease. He stares at the doctor. “What about-,” he starts, clears his throat, voice rough from disuse. “What about Andreas?”

The whole hallway seems to quiet down. The doctor looks at his chart. “Wellinger, yes? He’s also been in surgery with a tension pneumothorax. It’s a miracle, really, how he was able to walk around and breathe this well with four fractured ribs on the right side. He pulled your teammate out of the car, you said?” The doctor looks at Constantin, who nods. “Spectacular. He’s lucky one of the ribs caused the pneumothorax that late. He wouldn’t have made it without the immediate paramedic care. Andreas also shows signs of a whiplash injury and a lateral ligament tear on his right foot. We were able to rule out any kinds of organic bleeding or injuries. He’ll have to take it slow with his ribs and get professional physiotherapeutic care for his foot, but other than that, we expect he will make a full recovery. Both of them,” he adds, “were incredibly lucky. Andreas has woken up shortly after the surgery and immediately asked for one-“ he looks at his chart again, “Stephan Leyhe?”

Stephan’s hands are trembling so badly he has to sit on them to make them stop. “He’s awake already?” he croaks out, barely holding himself together. Constantin’s uninjured hand finds its way to the back of Stephan’s neck and Stephan can feel the massive relief in that one tight squeeze meant to comfort.

“He is awake,” the doctor confirms, then smiles. “Stubborn that one, isn’t he? Refused to let us hook him up to any post-surgery IV until we agreed to bring you to him. If you’d be so kind as to follow me.”

Stephan stands up, catches himself on Karl’s shoulder when the hallway tilts dangerously beneath his shaking legs. Karl steadies him with a quick hand at his waist. Once he’s collected himself enough to stand on his own, he looks down at the others and opens his mouth.

“Nope,” Severin interrupts him before he’s even had the chance to speak. “None of that. He asked for you. Go see him first, it’s alright. We’ll get this one,” he points at Karl, “to go see Eisei and then find some hot chocolate to warm Consti up. You handle Andi best, anyways. We’ll come around later.”

Stephan manages the first smile in hours, and even though it’s small, it’s also genuine. Constantin gets up, too, and hugs him again. Stephan notices how cold their youngest still is and wraps the blanket tighter around his shoulders. “Tell him we’re all here, yes? Tell him I’m okay, thanks to him.” Constantin ponders over that for a moment. “Also tell him he’s stupid and if he scares me like that again I won’t sing One Direction songs with him anymore.”

“You listened to One Direction right before the accident? Of all things-“

Pius’ incredulous voice fades as Stephan follows the doctor down the hall and into the elevator. One floor up, one turn to the left, third door on the right and then there he is, looking small and frail in his hospital gown. The whole team is skinny and lean, yet Andi has always had a way of taking up more space than he needed to with his mega-watt smile and infinite charm. That Andi seems lightyears away now, and as Stephan stands frozen by the side of Andi’s bed, he does something he hasn’t done in a long time.

He sinks into the chair next to the bed and starts crying.

He sobs and weeps and wipes his tears on his jacket, which is useless because they won’t stop coming. There’s a hand on his thigh, squeezing weakly, and only then does he look up and sees a milder version of Andi’s trademark smile. “Don’t cry,” the younger whispers, still slightly out of it from all the surgery medication. “Not- ‘s not worth it. I’m good now.” Andi tries to open his eyes with great effort, successful after attempt number three. “See. All good.” He squints at Stephan, who’s holding his hand with the intention of never letting go. “That’s mine? ‘S that my shirt?”

Stephan nods weakly and guides Andi’s hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the younger’s knuckles. “I like it when you- when you wear my clothes. Look good in that. Should do that more often.” Slightly more awake now, Andi suddenly frowns. “Is Consti okay? Markus?” He wiggles around in his bed, attempting to sit up, hissing when his ribs painfully remind him he’s been in a car accident. Stephan gently presses him back down into the mattress.

“They’re both fine,” he tells Andi, who relaxes visibly. “They’ll come see you later. The doc said you asked for me?”

Andi nods. “Wanted to know how your head’s doing. Can’t have been the relaxed night you wanted. Has it gotten worse? Should we ring for someone? Maybe they can give you something for the headache.” He looks up at Stephan so earnestly, so innocently concerned, Stephan wants to punch him for daring to be worried about him instead of himself after just having survived a fucking car accident.

He also wants to kiss him.

He keeps that thought to himself.

“It’s better now,” Stephan tells him and can’t help but smile when Andi sighs in relief. “You should sleep, Andreas” he then adds, brushing one of Andi’s locks out of his eyes. Andi has the audacity to pout, even though his eyes are closing on their own account.

“Wanna see Consti and- and the others,” he mumbles quietly. “And won’t you be bored then? Did you- did you bring your book?”

Stephan has to bite his lip to stop himself from crying again. He’s cried enough for the next few years, really. “I’m good, don’t worry,” he whispers back. “I will wake you when the others come.”

Andi seems content with that. “Like Sleeping Beauty,” he breathes before falling asleep entirely.

Stephan presses another kiss to Andi’s hand, still holding it in both of his. He watches Andi’s face closely, still pale but at ease in his sleep.

“Like Sleeping Beauty, yes,” he confirms quietly, even though Andi is already too far gone to hear him. “Like a fairytale.”

Outside, the snow covers the trees in blankets of white.

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