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onyourhyuck · 10 months

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I Love To Get 2 On. | N.JM

— Prologue: “Princess a little wider for me, I want a full view of you.”

— Summary: When the alcohol starts to taste like you getting in bed with one of the infamous biker’s called Na Jaemin.

— Genre: Smut smut smut. Minors dni. Biker!Jaemin. Unprotected sex (wrap your willies before you tap it ty.) Love drunk Jaemin. Oral receiving (f). Fingering receiving (f). They do it somewhere in someone’s bed at a party. Alcohol mention and use. Slightly intoxicated Y/n.

— Notes: Wanna Ride? — The Series.

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When they say alcohol can really bring out the real you you weren’t sure if that’s true anymore. You see you’re quite a tame person. You don’t really do all those extravagant stuff and things. You don’t even sleep around with guys much.

You’d never do an one night stand.

Everyone knew it wasn’t a thing you’d ever do because you prefer to get to know the person before getting to those intimacy levels.

But tonight was different. You had quite a bit more alcohol and it’s now starting to taste like you’re getting in bed with one of the infamous people in the party you were invited to. You see your friend was invited but you tagged along hoping to do something that wasn’t staying in and watching a bunch of kdramas like your every night.

You weren’t sure what was happening but you feel almost set free when the young man with a dark honey blonde mullet lead you into some dark room. You followed mindlessly because your brain is intoxicate and you feel like you were floating the next minute when your lips were hungrily kissing the other person now.

It all started out with you catching his eye. You stuck out a little bit. You had the expression that no one else wore that attends this party; expression of slight discomfort between your eyebrows and your corner of the lips curving downwards. Jaemin found it to be quite fascinating how you’re sipping your alcohol but each sip of your drink made you feel looser and more confident and relaxed. It’s like you transformed into a whole another person. You then started to chat with him. He took you for a small dance and eventually that dance lead to many things…

You remember how his hands around your waist felt, they feel rather muscular and scarred. They definitely do a lot of working out things because you never felt such strong grip before. Or you remember the way his eyes watch only you on the dance floor. It was such an intense dance because he didn’t blink an eye away from you. You were all he was wanting to see. And in that moment you remember your breath becoming low, unsteady and rigid.

At first he wonders if you knew who he was. You look like you’re half sober half not sober. It’s like one foot was in and the other foot was out of your reality.

To be completely honest you weren’t sure who he was at first. You heard only a few words from other people at the party. Your friend said that Jaemin was trouble. That alone should’ve been your first and last warning because your friend liked everyone nearly. But Jaemin? She wasn’t quite fond of him.

It doesn’t excuse the way now that you’re thrown on the bed with the same man your friend said for you to stay away from, kissing you so deeply and sternly. There was some sort of bashful feeling about this in your stomach created. You became more unaware of your surroundings and your own actions that you ignore everything and more to do with your own reality con-coursing. The biker felt your own mouth press to the kiss as if you were starting to accept the feeling. It’s not like you pushed him away before but you weren’t exactly ready to give yourself in until Jaemin was on top of you kneading the bedsheets with the knuckles by the side while his head tilts more to deepen your lips on lips contact that’s been happening for a few minutes.

Your breathing became unstable fast meanwhile the man above you, Jaemin, seems to be completely fine with everything that’s going in. He looks unfazed and it makes you question if he’s done this before. Who are you kidding, he probably did do this before a lot more than you can imagine and count. You’ve never exactly slept with someone when you’re tipsy and not much sober. You haven’t slept with a man at all that you never knew about.

You didn’t even know his name, it strikes you.

Your teeth slips out of the kiss as your tongue brushed out the bottom lip Jaemin frees from the makeout once you pull away abruptly. The dark eyes now open staring down at you and he can hear your voice softly come out like a silvery whisper. “Wait… what’s your name?”

That’s a first, Jaemin thought. No one has ever asked him his name before when he was about to sleep with them and have an one night stand.

It’s kind of cute to Jaemin. It was a first shocking but very sweet small gesture. But even if it was small it turns out it’s not that small of a gesture to him anymore. Jaemin liked it a lot more than he’d expect. Even if you’re drunk out of your mind you managed to ask him for his name.

The gratitude he has for you grew a little by little and Jaemin’s face leans closer taking small kisses on your jawline planting it down and down till he met the sides of your sensitive nape causing you to burst into a frenzy of goosebumps. He saw you shiver by his actions and now he finally spoke.

Your ears caught quickly on his deep voice. You wonder in your own thoughts if it was naturally this deep. “It’s Jaemin. Na Jaemin.” He whispers causing your skin to stay like a prickle cactus. He really caused your body to react with overpowering goosebumps and emotions just by speaking. Jaemin loved to see it.

The clothes scatter themselves around the room like it was a bunch of maps marking on them with a red pin point. It felt like a large medieval map becoming more and more marked the more clothes were taken and slid off. The shirt was the first thing the biker took off. Jaemin admires the bra you wore. He skilfully with one hand undos the strap which leaves your chest exposed in his front sight like a portrait art canvas piece he could stare at all day. You could become part of an art gallery he thought with how perky your beautiful breasts art he might as well lose his mind over then. Then slowly your lower clothing didn’t last long either which wasn’t a surprise when you notice how fast he worked his way on your body. It seems like Jaemin was nearly as expert as you thought he was.

Maybe a little more.

The room’s temperature was quite below what your normal temperature of your body was but thanks to Jaemin’s kisses travelled across your chest. Licking between the folding pink nipples that shine and glisten with the saliva on them, it was scorching your body more and more with his mouth warmth. You found yourself becoming even more heat-full than you anticipated. Your face experiences hot flashes from how good he works his way down your body you would never expect this to happen.

Your body was more than aroused at this point. You feel your mind breaking which was exactly what the biker wanted.

Jaemin wanted to see you become loose and loose. You caught his eyes and you keep catching his eye even now even though he has you underneath him grasping your groans between your slithering teeth. He found your reactions to be amusing too.

He knew you wanted more by the time he was down below your regional part and so he gave you what you wanted. Jaemin didn’t need to hear you begging for him because your body did that for you once his mouth took a turn on your beautiful pussy that looks to be leaking for him already. It must’ve been embarrassing for you however because you don’t even remember how fast you got wet. You just did. Jaemin worked magic on your body it seems and the biker took pleasure in giving you more of what you were aching for all along.

The way his tongue laps around your clit like it was a race. It drove you out of your own non-sober mind. You’re clenching the pillow underneath your head with the two firmly balled fists. You didn’t know this could ever happen in your life where you’re losing your absolute right mind back and forth over getting yourself ate out by the infamous biker.

The biker that your friend specifically told you not to get involved with. Your friend is going to be absolutely thrilled you feel like when you tell them what you did.

“Princess a little wider for me, I want a full view of you.”

Jaemin now said when you feels your legs aren’t as open for him as he wanted to be and you shift your hips forward and forth between Jaemin’s face where he took a home residing between your two thighs down below your pussy waiting to be pleased. You feel your cheeks heat up when he called you ‘princess’ and you wonder if he was always this much of a charmer or not.

“That’s it princess, good girl…” Jaemin softly praised going back to devouring your down below now as he leans and dives into you further more. You were so caught off guard how he spoke to you with his deep husky voice you couldn’t believe what you’re hearing from Jaemin.

Your voice was cut off many times from your incoming groans and your head starts to spin the more Jaemin pushed his mouth further on your pussy connecting with the saliva and your own lubricant. It was a sweet treat for him rather because he enjoys seeing you squirm and each time your pelvis made a movement against his face he found that to be eccentricity.

You look even better from the down angle as he saw your stomach clench when he with his teeth brushed along your clit. You were becoming more sensitive. To add on to your sensitivity that you’re so going overload with Jaemin was so kind enough to slip in a finger into your hole and then pushing in and out which caused your voice to come out even more clearer now.

The pleasure doubles when his mouth and fingers work together as he multitasks between eating you out and now fingering you on top of the list. He added the second digit and saw your face scrunch up as you’re practically sobbing out.

“Jaemin…! I’m…” Jaemin heard you shout now as you were willingly wailing out your beautiful graceful moans and he never once thought about stopping but when he heard you say you’re close, Jaemin fastens his last thrusts with his hand forward and he saw your hips push against the movement now as you held the bed headboard.

Your body spasms a little and he was met with an absolute soaking bedsheet. Whoever’s bed this is you’re going to have to change it. You lost your mind a little and it went blank. You felt your ears block out noise and all you can hear and see was static.

Sometime went passed and Jaemin was hawking his face at you trying to see if you’re still with him. At first he thought you passed out from the alcohol you drank since you’re not the most sober person in the world right now. “Princess are you with me?” He softly whispers kissing against your cheek for a moment with his teeth pressing on your skin gently and you feel your droopy eyes open a little more. Your vision returns and you can see again.

The stars you saw from your orgasm was no longer in your eyes and you feel yourself returning to reality with Jaemin whispering sweet nothing’s and asking you if you’re still ready to continue. For a guy who has some reputation that wasn’t good in any means he was pretty good to you. He even asked you if you’re going to continue or not.

Jaemin heard your voice coming out as soft as silk. “Yeah… I’m here.” You tell him and you saw his eyes grow softer only for a moment. He rubs your thighs with his hands, as if it was meant to comfort you from your massive orgasm.

He leans forward taking a small inhale close to your hair loving how your hair smells. You smell good everywhere. It had him even more of a desire to have you and continue. But he wants t make sure if you’re ready for it too.

Jaemin might have a bad boy reputation. But he most certainly treats all girls the same with respect. It’s the only certain people he treats like shit. “You okay to continue or not?” He now asked you waiting for an answer.

You felt like this was your one time opportunity to leave and never come back.

But you didn’t want to leave and not come back. You wanted to stay and have Jaemin pleasure you even more and you hope the night never quite ends. You felt like you were enjoying the party now a lot more than you could ever imagine and hope to be. In a way this biker has pulled some strings on your own heart and body maybe even your soul if he indulged even more into you.

“Yeah…” You whisper back with a soft nod which Jaemin was glad to see. He would’ve accepted a no and he would respect that.

Not many girls would say no and back away now even if they weren’t comfortable to continue. But he can tell you were even more eager to have a taste of him now. The real deal.

“Why are you so kind to me?” You now suddenly ask him and Jaemin smirks down watching you as he traces his thumb across the bottom lip. “Why shouldn’t I kind to a pretty girl like you, Hm?” He now said as he waits for you reply.

The quietness from your expression as your mouth fell in a thin line now in deep thought thinking what to say to him. He was right. He had no reason to not be kind to you exactly but many people assume he was a righteous asshole. Nothing else nothing more. You furrow and shake your head now as you sit up eagerly reaching to kiss him so Jaemin doesn’t edge you to add another answer to him. “Never mind.” You tell him as your mouth connects together with the scorching air between your mouths fuelling together and your breaths becoming as one whirling by how good this feels. Jaemin didn’t ask for a reply back anymore he was just taken aback when you kissed him now and then it was a sign to continue.

You felt a little stupid about questioning his kindness when in fact it was just an expected response to treat anyone like this. But you hope there was something more too. Or you hope maybe in the future this wouldn’t be just one time thing. Perhaps you’re getting ahead of yourself now.

Maybe you’re setting yourself up for heartbreak by continuing this process with Jaemin. But you didn’t want to believe that this was just going to be an one time thing. Because the future still has a lot of potential to work out in your favour.

What surprised the biker more now was that the position and dynamic quickly changed and he held your hips down as he was sitting up against the headboard when he saw you straddling down the lap and get on as if you were now getting on a motorcycle. It reminded him of the motion because he riders his own motorcycle and he got kind of turned on by the position when he feels all your weight pressing down on his lap especially how his growing shaft beneath you was practically seeking and aching for your pussy to wrap him nice and warm inside you somewhere. However Jaemin held your hips and rubbed them with his thumbs on the edge. He looks at you with a different type of hunger behind his eyes now.

An deprecated expression you cannot put a finger on it but he looks almost love drunk on you now. The eerie sense of contrast now that his eyes grew more emotions of lust and desire to have you because you’re the one now on top of him kissing him back with so much more power and excitement. You’re now partaking much more and it turns on Jaemin so much. Before you were letting him do a lot more.

But now you’re doing a lot more too and it just makes Jaemin glad that you want to continue this. He was already pretty hard down below with his raging cock between your legs ready to get in your own body to find a residing place to fill up to the brim. Jaemin saw you grab his cock with your small hand and it was almost thrilling to see you look down with a bit of crashing confident diminishing when you saw the size of him.

He was thick and it made you wonder if he was ever going to fit which Jaemin was quick to ensure your expression that it will fit. You didn’t even say to him what you thought. He could read your face. He didn’t need no words from you.

Jaemin let’s out a little low laugh. “You look like you’re already having second thoughts, princess?” He now said to you raising an eyebrow.

You shake your head turning to Jaemin. “I’m not it’s just…”

You didn’t say anything because you weren’t sure what to say. You don’t know if you had enough confidence to say how you think this wasn’t going to fit in. But thankfully Jaemin knew exactly what you’re saying without needing any words from you.

“It will fit princess.” He coos against your neck as he kissed it very slowly and sweetly. “Just take your time alright? I’ll be here.” It was actually quite nice to have this much reassurance. You don’t even know this guy and he’s doing a lot more sweet talking and reassurance from your own paranoia and overthinking than any other guy you met.

He was like a mind reader, you swore. He read your expression that told him you’re going to trust his words as you along down and push yourself very carefully and slowly in order to get him to fit. The length tip was already a struggle so you held on to Jaemin and he managed to calm you down with his arms wrapped round your back holding you in position. He said many things that you voided out of your thoughts because the pleasure and pain at the same time was there.

It was the kind of pain that hurts you but rather the type of stinging stimulant of your walls becoming stretched out type of pain. You loved it and hated it at the same time because it was a lot easier if he was a bit smaller however you found his kissed pressed on your neck and shoulder to be very comforting. Jaemin even kissed your cheek and pecks the corner of your lips keenly as he saw you taking him in now a lot more easily than before. It was clear you adapted and became comfortable when you took your time and he didn’t mind being patient for you. Because the night is still young. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Good princess keep going,, you can do it.”

You feel like you’re becoming more and more addicted to how Jaemin was sweetly encouraging you at the same time it felt a little more genuine and comforting too. It was hot to have a guy speak to you like this. You’ve never spoken more than five words before and now he’s having your body feeling like you’re saying a lot more than just words.

When the adjustment was done Jaemin watched you slowly pull and push your bodies together and it caused a surging sensation to pop deeply inside the both of you as your walls were kissing his enraged cock between your folds. It was perfect harmony now that your bodies were like glue together and in one place now on the bed. Your groans were turning him on and it drove Jaemin insane with how you’re bouncing on his lap as you have his dick deeply inside you was impressing him even more because you were quite petite. You managed to take him in like you were a pro. It was amazing nonetheless because when he saw you bouncing more and more with your beautiful tits taking coverage in his eyes, he sucks on your breasts and leaves you gasping holding out your mouth with your palm. He teased your nipples with his teeth, sucking on them clean, your breasts were so soft he could guess they were like clouds.

Your back was arching as you ride him completely out feeling with each slipping out movement his cock came inside you again nicely without a problem now because your body took a muscle core memory from his shape and size. It’s like he was engraving your body to remember him forever with how his tip was kissing the tip of your womb it made you moan and squeal. Your insides were squelching by how good this was feeling too.

It felt like you’re approaching a new level and limit of pleasure you’ve never been able to reach before.

Only Jaemin can make you feel this way, you vow.

Jaemin was addicting to seeing you get on him and ride him like he wasn’t a human. You’re killing him doing this so much pleasure in his body he would let out slipping groans against your collarbones that he kissed softly. “Princess you’d be an amazing biker.” He compliments softly as he found his hands making way to your hips holding them with a steep grip.

It’s like your hips were a stirring wheel and you found yourself groaning wondering why he would be saying you’d be a great bike rider?

“H-how come?” You groan as you bounce forward now as your eyes look down at Jaemin’s love drunk ones. He kissed your stomach down and he murmurs softly as his hands stayed on your hips brushing them with his hands.

He smirks looking up at you now with his deep and husky low voice that has you doing absolutely laps like the marathon was nothing but a piece of cake. “Because you’re riding me so well. You have great hips.” He said with amazement.

“No body rides me better than you do.” He now said and you found yourself becoming proud of such a statement.

No other women could ride him better than you.

Your lips were connected when Jaemin leans to kiss you hungrily as he then pushed your hips down with every incoming thrust now. It became a lot more intense and fast now as if he was determined to have you orgasm now and he wants to feel it happen around his cock otherwise his life wouldn’t be complete. It felt like that to him; the motivation to have you coming undone on his cock was everything he ever wanted in this moment forward.

Your moans became muffled and so you felt yourself slipping out of reality and the same stars you saw before were becoming evident in your eye sight. You shut them tight and you felt your womb clench as you felt a warm embrace around your stomach when a harsh cramp happened.

Your orgasm was at the door and when Jaemin opens that door he feels a slipping watery sensation and warm feeling running down your thighs and his massive girth shaft inside you deeply you couldn’t imagine how deep he was within you. You gasp when your mouth broke out the kiss as your orgasm happened and you roll your eyes back a little. Jaemin let’s out soft whispers. “Atta’ girl… let it all go.” He says as you feel your moans becoming too much you couldn’t pretend to swallow them at all anymore.

Jaemin saw your expression feel like you’re flying through multi verses or something. The orgasm was pretty intense and heavy for your mind and body to take and you rest against his body as you never pulled out.

It’s like you’re faded on something you’ve never experienced before. It felt far too amazing. You feel like this was going to be memorable for you.

He kissed your shoulder now as he waits for you to return back to your consciousness. “Princess, would you like to ride with me back to my place instead?” Jaemin said to you as if he was planning to do something now afterwards with you. It’s like he doesn’t want to leave you alone quite yet. Which is rare.

Jaemin usually leaves right after he finishes. He doesn’t really form attachments to women he has sex with. But he had a feeling you’re different. He could tell you don’t usually sleep around because you’re having a frenzy mind blowing moment after each orgasm he gave you.

You wander your eyes to Jaemin’s as you feel them staring at you waiting for an answer. He’s asked you if you’d want to get on the bike with him which was a rare opportunity.

In this case Jaemin never really lets anyone ride with him…

But maybe you can. “I Love To Get 2 On.” You now said to him with a small smile as you now witness Jaemin’s face light up a little from the desire and lust when you agreed.

It’s crazy to think you’re still not sober but you managed to have the best time with an infamous biker Na Jaemin…

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lumosinlove · 3 months

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Vaincre

June part ii

Maybe Finn couldn’t play, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t gift himself fifteen minutes of watching Leo lay out on the mat and use a foam roller to stretch out his back.

“What you think you’re staring at?” Leo had his eyes closed, back arched over the roller, hands above his head. He’d turned the lights off for Finn’s sake.

“I don’t know, I think I might have a crush on you,” Finn said.

Leo laughed, a little out of breath as he bent his knees to moved the roller up near his shoulders. “Oh really?”

“Yep.” Finn adjusted his sling against his neck. “Pretty sure.”

“I thought you liked that Tremblay guy.”

“Who?”

Leo smiled and reached blinding for a resistance band to throw at him. “Stop your flirting. I’m trying to focus.”

Finn just rested his head back against the wall and grinned.

He should be more nervous. Game seven, enemy crowd, their entire season on the line. But it was different, being hurt and watching everyone else out on the ice. Something had gotten tangled, some tethers had twisted wrong, and suddenly there was a pane of glass between him and the game.

“Sorry,” Finn said. “Let me just reel in my adoration.”

Leo hummed and kept his eyes closed. He let out a breath when the roller hit a knot near his shoulder and kept it there, pressing down.

Finn let himself close his eyes for a few moments, too. He wasn’t sure when he would get the chance again without it looking, to any camera, like he’d fallen asleep watching the game. He could see the Instagram posts now, the tweets.

“Fish.”

“Yeah?”

He opened his eyes when Leo didn’t reply. Leo was staring up at the ceiling. The foam roller had become more of a neck pillow now and his hands were folded across the Lions logo on his sweatshirt.

“I’m scared,” Leo said softly.

Finn sat up. He looked hard in the dim room at Leo’s expression, but it wasn’t changing. He appeared calm. As calm as his voice sounded. These words—I’m scared—didn’t even sound small in his mouth. Finn would never have admitted to fear so easily, so cleanly. He—and Logan, he suspected—would have never let those words free on a day like today.

Finn pushed himself up from the wall and knelt across the mat until they were laying side by side on their backs. Leo ditched the roller and pushed their shoulders together.

“I don’t want it to be Logan,” Leo whispered. “I don’t want it to be Logan who gets through.”

Believe me, Finn thought to himself. I know.

“Who says anyone will?” he said aloud.

“Finn…”

“You’re so, so good, Le.”

“I—yes. I’m good but…”

“I know that doesn’t make Logan easier.”

Leo hesitated for a moment. “I almost thought it would be easier if we weren’t…if we weren’t on the best terms when this game happened. After the stuff about you and everything. I thought—I think maybe that’s why I was okay leaving without saying goodbye to him. Maybe part of me thought it would make this not so awful.”

And it was awful. They’d been trying not to call it that—who wanted to call reality awful?—but they missed Logan like air. And Finn, despite the concussion being minor, had been as terrified as everyone around him. And Jack had put pressure on them like an ocean current.

Finn watched the way one of the ceiling lights flickered. “Only Lo is one of the sweetest creatures.”

“Exactly.”

“God, he’s so nice to you, what a dick.”

Leo laughed and slapped him in the chest, avoiding his sling. Finn turned his head and found them nose to nose. He smiled at Leo’s smile and brushed the tips of their noses together.

“For the record, I think you’d be a truly insane person, not just a crazy goalie, if you weren’t nervous for a game seven.” He reached out his good hand and Leo put his own into it. “But you’ve done it before, baby. You’ve won it before.”

Leo nodded. His eyes darted around Finn’s face, as they sometimes did.

“Yes, I do have freckles, thanks for noticing.”

Leo laughed again and, with a groan, rolled into Finn’s side.

“Floor snuggles in the gym.”

Leo nodded closing his eyes. “Just for a second.”

Finn placed a kiss in Leo’s hair. “Wish I could have your back tonight. I really do.”

Leo picked his head up, hand on the lapel of Finn’s game-day suit. “You do. You always do. And you’re wearing the tie I bought you.”

“I am.”

“And you do look very nice in your suit.”

“Thanks, Butter.”

Leo groaned as he pushed himself to his knees, like he didn’t want to get up. “C’mere. Let me kiss your head Finn O’Hara.”

Finn laughed as Leo put his palms on each of Finn’s temples and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Why did you say my name like that?”

Leo bent farther and kissed Finn’s mouth quick. “Cause I got a wicked crush on you.”

The soft sound that came out of Finn’s mouth was was not one he recognized, somewhere between a laugh and a hum.

“Text me when you find Logan,” Leo said as he rose, then ducked out of the room to jog a few laps around the arena. Finn let himself lay on the floor for a moment, smiling, before getting up, too.

So, it wasn’t all bad, being with the team but not having to get ready for the game. He and Kasey sat in their stalls anyway, suits and all, and watched the locker room chaos. Sirius barely said a word to anyone besides Remus whenever he passed him by. He was locked in, and that sight was almost comforting. Finn could tell that it made the rest of the room feel more ready, too.

They had called up a kid named Hugo Holm as Leo’s back-up, and he looked like he was thinking about making a run for it. Leo didn’t seem to mind. He was being his usual, friendly self, but Finn could tell he was proud that he was the one keeping his cool.

Finn wandered around, too—he never could be still for long. MSG had interesting plaques on the walls. Famous concerts, famous athletes, and other celebrities who had made history there. He was stopped a few times by press, and once by Marlene who gave him his pass up to the players and families box to watch the game, but other than that, he kept his mind clear.

And looked for Logan.

He found Luke first. He was coming in from sitting out on the bench in his sweatpants and sweatshirt, blue-on-blue, and looked surprised to see Finn walking towards him.

Finn put his hands up. “I know, I know. Enemy territory. Just boyfriend-seeking.”

“It’s all good.” Luke took both of his AirPods out. “He’s probably—”

“About to sharpen his skates,” Finn said. Maybe he felt a little flare of competition. Luke was a good line-mate for Logan. He was. But he wasn’t Finn. “It’s that time of the evening.”

“Right.” Luke nodded. “You’d know.” He cleared his throat. “Hey, how’s the head?”

“Fine, thanks,” Finn said. “Third time’s a charm, right?”

Luke winced.

“Sorry.” Finn laughed. “That was supposed to be a joke.” He flexed his fingers on his sling side. “It’s really just this that needs to heal up, so. But at least I can take the sling off more now. Itches.”

“Right.”

This was awkward. This shouldn’t be so awkward. Finn wasn’t awkward, and yet here he and Luke Deveaux were, sizing each other up like they were on the ice.

“Well, glad about the head,” Luke said. He had ducked his chin a little and was fiddling with his phone in a way that, Finn realized, reminded him of Logan. “Um—”

“Thanks,” Finn heard himself blurt out.

Luke’s eyes darted back to his. “What? Oh, yeah. Sure.”

Finn shouldn’t feel competitive. He’d never thought of himself as jealous, but maybe that only applied to Leo.

“No, I mean…Thanks for Logan.”

Luke tilted his head. “What do you…”

“I mean, look, the trade was really…” Finn didn’t stumble over his words. Usually. Something about Luke’s intense steady gaze made him do that now, though. It was like trying to gauge Logan, in the early days at school. Trying to read what he was thinking. Finn took another breath. “It was hard. I’m just trying to say you sound really great. And he talks about you a lot. And I’m glad he has you. You know. Over on the dark side that is not Gryffindor.”

Luke had looked vaguely uncomfortable under the praise, but he cracked a smile. “The dark side, huh?”

“I said what I said.”

Luke smiled more fully and ducked his head again. “Well, that dark side’s gonna beat you thanks to your boyfriend—among other things.”

“We’ll see.”

Just then, Logan appeared from the Rangers locker room, on his way to the equipment room with his skates. He was wearing a backwards blue hat and a tight, gray undershirt that outlined every single muscle in his chest and stomach. He had a piece of rainbow sour strip candy dangling half out of his mouth.

Finn rubbed a hand against his jaw, trying to hide at least some of the shameless expression Luke must’ve seen on his face because he turned to look.

Logan did a double take, then broke into a grin.

“Un intrus,” Logan called around the candy.

“Whatever you say, 71,” Finn replied.

“Sirius, send happy emoji!” Logan shouted back, and Finn extended his slinged hand’s middle finger as he walked towards him.

He turned back to look at Luke. “Good game.”

Luke had a funny expression on his face, but he covered it with a brief smile. “He called you an intruder, by the way.”

“Oh, I bet he calls me all sorts of things.”

Luke just scoffed and put his headphones back in.

Finn didn’t see Logan as he entered the equipment room—he was typing out a quick text to Leo—until two hands grabbed his suit jacket and pushed him—gently, mindfully—up against the wall by the door.

“Wow,” Finn said, looking down into Logan’s green eyes. The candy was gone. “Hello there.”

“Stupid sling,” Logan said.

“I agree.”

Logan had deposited his skates near the sharpener and had his fingers in Finn’s hair, combing it back at the sides. “You come looking for me?”

“No, I wanted to get Luke to sign my chest.”

Logan made a face. “Shut up.” Then he kissed him. Sour-sweet. Finn let Logan take away the tension in his neck and jaw.

His green eyes were happy when he pulled back, if not a little tense. He was thinking about the game. He was still stroking Finn’s hair like he was trying to distract himself.

“You okay?” Finn asked softly, rubbing a hand down his side. Logan’s finger caught a slight knot and when Finn winced Logan switched to petting his good shoulder.

Logan pressed his lips together in a gesture that reminded Finn of Noelle. “Did you already text Leo?”

“You’re petting me like a dog.”

“You like it.”

“Well, damn, truce.”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Sorry,” Finn said. “I can’t hear anything over your abs.”

Logan pinched his side. “Shh.”

“Of course I texted Leo. Did you hear what I said?”

Logan was frowning like he was working up the courage to answer Finn’s question, when his eyes caught on something in the hallway.

“Le,” he called. “In here.”

Leo poked his head in. “Oh. Fuck, I almost just walked into your locker room. That would have been terrible.”

“Luke said he’d sign my chest,” Finn said. “Bet he’d do yours, too.”

Leo’s eyes turned bewildered. “Excuse me?”

Logan slapped a hand over Finn’s mouth. “He’s stupid.”

The hand went back to combing through Finn’s hair seemingly against Logan’s will.

Leo just shook his head, smiling, and leaned against the wall beside Finn. “You know, Lo, we technically outnumber you. You should be the one in enemy territory.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Knut speaks the truth. The Knuth.” Leo’s eyes turned imploring. “Sorry, this is my first time outside in a while.”

Logan spread his hands. “You could have texted me! I was just here and—Finn appeared!”

Finn clicked his tongue. “You know, I felt a little more welcomed when I was being pushed up against the wall.”

Leo laughed. He reached out a hand and pulled Logan to him in one smooth motion. Finn liked watching them always, but especially lately. They had to be so careful with him just now and he liked seeing the easier, more reckless touches.

I’m scared, Leo had said. Finn saw it still in the way he arched his neck down to press his forehead against Logan’s. Logan must have felt it, because his green eyes looked at Leo’s shut ones for a long moment, before closing, too.

“I hate this,” Leo whispered. Finn put a hand low on his back.

“Je sais,” Logan replied, so softly that Finn’s chest hurt. “Me too.”

Finn held himself back. He knew this was between the two of them.

“One of us keeps going, or not.” Logan’s voice was low and sweet. “Still get to come home to you.” Then he said, even more quietly, what Finn had been someone shamefully feeling. “I almost don’t care about anything else but another summer with you two.”

It made Leo let out a surprised laugh, and Logan smiled, pleased with himself.

“Almost, I said.”

Finn had to leave them to it eventually. He made his way up to the box and narrowed in on Natalie and Noelle with their elbows on the railing. They each wore their half Gryffindor, half New York jerseys and had cold plastic cups of beer in their hands. Finn wrapped his good arm around Noelle’s shoulders in lieu of announcing himself.

“Hey Harz,” Noelle smiled.

Finn had always liked the way she looked at him—well, not always. There were those few summers, and that awful period of being a Lion with Logan but not being Logan’s. Noelle hadn’t glared at him, exactly, but she hadn’t not glared at him, either. It had been a soft, pitying sort of glare. A get your shit together sort of glare.

Now, she wrapped a hand around his waist. “You feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “I mean, my boyfriends are about to go head-to-head in the most important game of the season, but I’m super.”

“Don’t use the phrase head-to-head,” Natalie said with a wave of her manicured hand—red and blue. “It’s too on the nose for you.”

Finn snorted. “Very funny.”

In truth, he’d probably have to take a little break from the lights at some point. At least, those were some of his instructions. At least his shoulder didn’t hurt. He sighed and went to the bar to get a water, giving Julian Lupin’s hair a tussle along the way. Was this really how he thought of his life now? In terms of it could be worse?

He hoped not.

New York’s lights went down with a down-spiral, bass-filled sound. The players below became silhouettes. Blue or red—they looked surprisingly similar in the semi-darkness. Both faded into something like purple. Finn leaned his good forearm on the railing beside the girls and resigned himself to being able to do nothing but watch.

Sirius did everything he usually did. The pull, the need to not mess up made everything feel like a mess up in itself. He didn’t like the hum of the New York crowd. They shouldn’t have sounded so sure of themselves, not in the murmur of so many voices, not in the twang of their feet against the stadium stairs.

When the lights went down and some opera singer was announced to sing the anthem, they shouted out for their team over the lyrics like the fate of this game was unavoidable. Unstoppable. He could see many red jerseys that had made the trip to New York, but not enough to compete against the let’s go Rangers chants.

He would win the first face-off. He would set them up right. He wouldn’t think about the fact that they didn’t have Kasey or Finn. He caught a flash of sandy hair before being shaken out before it was covered by a number six helmet.

He had Remus.

A number seven jersey was talking a mile a minute at Alex O’Hara from one still dark bench to the other.

He had James.

If MSG did one thing right, it was the a pump-up. Lasers, blue and red, danced over the ice. It flashed against his gloves, momentarily making the black take on a blue-ish tinge that felt like a stain. He tucked his gloves closer to the red of his jersey, as if he could fight off the blue, and looked up towards the Lions’ box. He couldn’t see much, but he knew Regulus was up there. Remus’ family, too. Julian.

He knew it was just a cup made of silver. It didn’t do anyone much good. It was heavy and bulky and merely a representation of something, not a real…thing. It wasn’t victory, he just thought of winning when he thought of the cup. But he still wanted to win it for them. Regulus, Hope, Lyall, Julian. Remus. James. Leo. Finn and Kasey. Logan.

Himself. Even himself. That was new. Remus caught his eye and gave a firm nod. He wanted a lot of things for himself it turned out. That had taken the place of the nervous, horrifying need to win it for his parents.

Alex got kicked out of the opening face-off, much to the crowd’s outrage, and suddenly Sirius was face-to-face with Logan.

Sirius sighed. “It’s you. Hi.”

Logan smiled. “Are we really speaking English right now?”

Sirius just smiled.

“Well,” the referee said. “I guess I don’t have to tell you two to keep it clean.”

He dropped the puck.

Sirius knew James and Remus would fan out behind him if he won it—and win it he did. He could imagine them back there, the beautiful curves of their skates as they pushed backwards. He sent it right onto Remus’ blade, felt it snap there like magnetism. There was no time to look and watch, only to get into position—or, well, this was Remus he was talking about. There was no time to look and watch, only to try and keep up with him. He pushed forward hard as Remus evaded Logan. Sirius hit his stick on the ice and Remus snapped it back to him. Sirius tried not to take a breath as he brought his stick back—

The puck went right past Saint’s shoulder.

Sirius tipped his head back and closed his eyes briefly at the muted roar that followed. Thank you, he thought. Thank you.

He swooped his skates to the side, his feet knowing where the boards curved all on their own, and opened his arms for Remus. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe he was just in love, but he ducked down, visors clashing, and kissed Remus’ grin.

He wanted that photograph on the front page of every newspaper in the entire world, and he wanted a copy of each one.

Finn got a little choked up, watching that replay. The goal was in the first minute. The goal was just one goal. The kiss was everything.

Noelle rested her head on his shoulder briefly, and then put a hand on one of his cheeks and kissed the other.

Remus looked so surprised, and not so surprised. Sirius just let Thomas and James crash into the embrace and listened to his heart in his ears.

“All I gotta know,” James shouted right in his ear. “Is if that’s a new team superstition!”

Sirius just laughed, and James knocked their helmets together. He didn’t take his eyes off of Remus, who was still smiling, delighted. Remus brought his glove up and gave Sirius’ helmet a little shake. I love you, it said.

The first period stayed like that. Miraculously. Strangely. So unusual for the play-offs. Sirius didn’t feel any momentum shifts. The goal, gorgeous and quick as it had been, felt almost non-existent. It could hardly be called a lead and they were all playing like they had everything to lose—which they did.

The hits got worse, too. Kota had taken Logan out against the boards twice. Sirius wasn’t upset at Kota…both times had led to amazing chances on goal. Neither James or Thomas had been able to finish the job. But Sirius was worried. He knew Logan. He could tell Logan was doing his best not to respond in the way he usually would. All bite.

The whistle went for off-sides and Sirius saw Saint pull Logan into the blue paint by his jersey.

“Take the fucking mittens off, Tremblay,” Saint snapped at him. His blocker dug uncomfortably into Logan’s shoulder from Saint’s hold on him. Saint’s eyes were wild behind his mask. “I swear to fucking God. Forget them. You have to forget them right fucking now.”

Logan felt sweat dripping into his mouth. Leo. LeoLeo. “I’m trying to keep it a clean game.”

Saint made a disgusted sound and let go.

“Seb.” Luke skated up beside Logan. He had a slight cut on his upper cheek from a high stick. “We got you. It’s all right.”

“I don’t feel got.” Saint pushed his mask up for water as the referee called them to the circle.

Logan clenched his jaw and turned away.

“He just wants this,” Luke said, staying close to his shoulder.

“We all want this.”

“Saint wants it more.” When Logan looked at him, ready to brush that off as bullshit, Luke’s face, the green fleck bright in his brown eyes, was serious. “Saint wants everything more.”

“More than you?”

It occurred to Logan that there were different ways Luke could take that question. Luke didn’t answer any of them.

“Remember,” Luke said softly to him. “If I can, I’ll take the shot.”

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid. Luke turned away and put his mouth guard back in. He tapped Alex’s calf encouragingly as he got ready to face-off.

If I can’t, you have to. You have to.

Leo took some water, then squirted some down the back of his neck. He looked up at the clock. He looked up at the crowd and wished he could find Finn. Logan hadn’t looked at him yet while on the ice, which was probably a good thing. Leo couldn’t handle that green right now. It still took him a moment to recognize the 71 on his jersey.

No breakaways yet, which was something at least. He liked their defense. He didn’t feel that jump in his muscles whenever the puck crossed the blue line like he sometimes did. There was trust in this game, and Leo needed to lean on that now more than ever.

Alex raced towards him after puck drop, the rubber disk on his stick.

Leo watched. That was so much of what he did. Watch. That little black dot. He curled his fingers tight inside his glove and blocker and stayed low, following Alex’s feet, then Logan’s, then Luke’s. Where their feet pointed, they would shoot. It was like the tell that magazines wrote about attraction. The feet went where the person wanted to go.

Logan’s feet were pointed right at him, the hard toes of his skates pushing hard and outpacing Kota—but only just. Leo could have predicted that Kota would steal that puck from Logan, poking it out of his control with his longer reach.

Leo saw Logan’s face tense as he easily swung himself back around, his and Kota’s sticks clashing. Kota had been going hard on Logan tonight, but cleanly, and Leo knew Logan was used to it. He liked it, putting pressure on his opponents and receiving pressure in return. That didn’t mean Leo liked standing there with nothing to do but watch as Logan took a hit from some one who, in Leo’s mind, still looked like Logan’s own teammate. Red. Logan should’ve been in red right now.

The puck went back to Alex around the center line, and Leo watched for off sides, ready to raise his glove in protest, but Alex pulled it off clean. The ref spread his arms to signal it to the rest of the ice. Luke was waiting for Alex, holding his own against Thomas. He acted quickly. No sooner had he caught Alex’s pass as he raced up the ice than did he send it cross-ice to Logan—probably meant to make Leo have to stay up on his feet. Leo knew Logan. If Logan kept it—and he might—he’d stay back. He’d shoot from farther away. Leo edged a little farther out of the blue paint in front of the goal. When Logan passed it back to Luke, he sank back in, the posts coming into the edges of his vision. Luke was about to pass it back, Leo watched his feet, but no sooner had the puck begun its track across the ice than did Kota slam into Logan in a mid-ice hit. Clean. Clean, Leo reminded himself as his heart jolted with fear. No contact above Logan’s shoulders. That didn’t mean it didn’t make him hiss in a breath through his teeth.

The crowd roared again, and then louder when Logan pushed back up to his feet. He looked at Kota and Kota looked at him. Logan said something that had a snarl to it and Leo thought, this is the person who took your place.

They dropped their gloves at the same time.

“Lord,” Leo breathed to himself.

He pushed up and out of position, but kept his mask on. When Logan was fighting, the mask let him watch in private. Kota knocked off Logan’s helmet almost as soon as Logan knocked off his. His dark hair was sweaty and curling, and his fists looked strong as he made a grab for Kota’s jersey and latched on.

“Lo…” Leo whispered to himself. Kota had a good head over Logan, but Logan had him on his back in a headlock in five seconds. Easy. He snarled something else and then got up and skated to the box without any prompting from the timid looking referee. Madison Square Garden was on its feet, and they were about to play their first four on four of the night.

They were still 1-0 Lions as Sirius waited by the door for everyone to file off the ice at the first intermission. Remus came to him last, and Sirius was sure there were about four TV cameras on them, but Remus didn’t even try to hide his smile, or his laugh, happy and tumbling.

“Quoi?” Sirius asked, grinning back.

“Oh. I just wish we had been in a home crowd for that.”

“Don’t worry,” he said as he followed Remus off the ice. He reached up to brush his glove against the hands of a few screaming Lions fans. “We will be.”

Leo was pulled out of the line for the first intermission interview, and Sirius, upon seeing Kasey leaning against the side of the doorway to watch, decided to stop, too.

“How’s the kid?” Sirius asked, even though Leo hardly felt like the kid of the team anymore. He hadn’t ever, really.

Kasey had his hair pulled back into a bun, scruff on his cheeks. He thought for a moment, rubbing at his jaw, then said, “Powerful.”

Sirius nodded. “Looks good out there.”

“Yeah,” Kasey said, then sighed, watching Leo wipe his face with a towel as he listened to the question. “Looks tired up close.”

Sirius wouldn’t have said it. At least not out loud. And Leo was good at hiding it either way. He made Marlene laugh. He smiled and let his blue eyes flash up towards the bright light of the camera in his face. He thanked her graciously and stayed a moment to talk even when the camera had lowered, the feed having cut away.

“But powerful,” Kasey repeated. “Like I said.” He looked over at Sirius. “Nice celly out there.”

“Well deserved,” Sirius said.

Kasey laughed. “Sure thing, Cap.”

Kasey followed him into the locker room and Sirius stripped off his jersey, handing it off to be replaced with a fresh one. He wished it was their home locker room. He wished he knew its every corner. The back and forth to New York lately didn’t even come close to the familiarity he had with Gryffindor.

But Remus. Remus knew his every line and shape. He was standing with Layla near the water bottles. Something about his posture, the way he had his arms crossed, made Sirius feel like he was still wearing his PT uniform, the Lions logo small and over his heart rather than taking up his entire chest on a jersey. Sirius sat down in his own stall slowly. He unstrapped his elbow guards without looking away. He couldn’t entirely believe he had spent so long thinking that this, glimpses of Remus all the way across a room, was as close as he was ever going to get.

Remus felt his gaze. Caught him at it. Smiled.

Sirius had to shake himself. 1-0 was nothing in the first period. He should be thinking about their defense right now. And stupid penalties. Definitely not about that ring tattoo he had promised himself. Definitely not about summer.

He sighed, briefly wondering why everyone thought being the captain was so great, and pushed himself back up. He pulled his shoulder and chest pads over his head and dumped them in his stall before striding towards Kota.

Kota had the decency looked a little worried. He knew that he’d pulled them down a man twice, nearly back to back. He knew they were starting the second period four on four because of him, plus an extra two for roughing. The Rangers would have the advantage for two whole minutes after resting for a whole fifteen. Logan would be pissed. Alex would be pissed. Montague would be really pissed.

Kota pulled his headphones out of his ears. “I know, Cap. I know.”

Sirius nodded slowly. They didn’t know each other that well—not compared to the other guys—but Sirius appreciated a player taking responsibility when he saw it. He didn’t appreciate the way Kota looked like he was going to spend the fifteen minutes until they were back in the tunnel kicking himself.

“I know you know,” Sirius said. “And those were clean. I’m just saying…unless you think a hit will draw something, let’s keep it even strength.”

Yeah,” Kota said. “I know…You’re right.”

“Look. I’m not—I didn’t come over here to tell you that you messed up.”

Kota sighed. “Well. Thanks, I guess.”

“Just…try to reset.” The words felt ridiculous, coming from him, and Sirius swore he felt Remus look at his back, overhearing. “It’s a new game next period.”

Hypocrite, he could hear Regulus say. Like you’ve ever reset after a period in your life.

What did he do then? Saying being up one in a knock-out game was nothing was anything but a reset. God, he just kicked himself and kicked himself until he forced the good in him out. Until he played well.

“It’s not, though,” Kota said softly.

Sirius huffed out a laugh, tasting the bitter sound. At least he wasn’t the only one.

“Non,” he conceded, and set a hand on Kota’s shoulder. “Stay out of the fucking box.”

Kota smiled a little. “Yeah. That’s more what I thought you were gonna say.”

“I was trying to be nice.”

“I wish Tremblay would try to be nice.”

Leo, sitting beside him, laughed out loud. “Good luck with that, K.”

Finn had tried his best to not miss any of the action, but he needed a break when he needed a break. He never wanted to be back in a place where the lights took on a glare at the edges, colorful and impossible to look at. He had memories of Logan from Harvard haloed in strange glows. Kissing his cheeks and neck in that dim fuzzy light. He wasn’t sure which ones were dreams.

He waited, at least, for a TV time out, and watched Leo and Logan skate to opposite benches for water before pushing out of his seat. He found a section of the inner hallways that was dim and quiet and tilted his head back against the wall. His sling was digging into the collar of his shirt and he sighed. He wished for sweatpants and a bed, or a jersey and the ice.

Finn didn’t realize Natalie had followed him into the dim hallway until she cleared her throat. He opened his eyes just as she leaned on the wall across from him, crossing her thick-soled, dark red combat boots.

“Just a little light sensitivity,” Finn said. “Supposed to take breaks. Maybe I could wear tinted glasses inside? Don’t know how I feel about looking like a shitty rock star.”

Natalie smiled. “I think you could pull it off.”

“No, you could pull it off.”

“Well, I won’t argue with that.”

Finn smiled. His eyes had dropped to the ring on her finger, holding a glare of its own, and she must have caught him at it because she began twisting it. Almost nervously. And Natalie didn’t get nervous.

“Very shiny,” Finn said. “I mean, I think that’s probably, like, a requirement with rings, but damn. That thing got a light bulb in it or something?”

Natalie raised unimpressed eyebrows at him. “Just say it, Finn.”

“Say what?”

“I’m very versed in O’Hara maneuvers. Just. Say it.”

Finn’s mind began trying to jump ahead. Trying to figure out, as it always seem to, what she wanted him to say. The best way to say it.

He ended up with the truth, blurted out and soft. “You’re not going to marry Kasey and then suddenly decide…” He thought of Alex’s small figure, down below on the ice.

He didn’t know why he was choosing now to be worried about this. Why she was choosing now to talk it over. Period two was going on and—

The stadium erupted. They both listened until the goal song played—The Rangers had scored, then. Leo, was his first thought, and then Logan?

“1-1,” he said, he pushed up from the wall. His head still hurt but he wasn’t sure how to talk about this. Yes, maybe he was worried about Alex. But that wasn’t because of Kasey and Natalie. It was because Alex would do anything for anyone.

“Are you going to suddenly ditch Leo?” Natalie asked.

Finn shot her a disgusted look. The announcer, echoing over the ice said, Rangers goal by number 10—Finn’s heart stopped before he remembered that wasn’t Logan’s number anymore—Artemi Panarin! He let out a relieved breath.

“Well then don’t ask me that question if it’s so fucking absurd.” Natalie pushed up from the wall, too. “What the hell, Freckle?”

“Okay,” Finn said. “All right. I get it. I’m sorry, I just…”

“You just. I’ll tell you what you just. You O’Haras just sure like the feeling of the entire world on your shoulders.”

“Not really.”

Natalie looked at him for a long moment, then sighed. “Yeah.”

Finn watched her as her gaze dropped to her shoes. He’d seen Natalie at parties, whirling on the dance floor. He’d seen her on stage, performing small venues packed to the brim with people that adored her—one time waltzing around stage in nothing but a Winter jersey and tiny, tiny shorts, and knee high boots. He’d never seen her looking down like that before. It made her hair fall in her face, sort of the way Leo’s did when he was down. And he’d been down so much lately.

Another goal horn. Another goal song. It was the Rangers again. 2-1. Finn closed his eyes. The Lions were behind, scored on nearly back to back, within minutes of each other.

“It was Kasey and I for a long time,” Natalie said. “You know?”

“I do and I don’t.” Finn put his hand into his pocket. “It was Logan and I for a long time…but it also wasn’t. You know?”

Natalie nodded. “I know. I know what you must be thinking but—God, Finn. I do love your brother.”

“I didn’t mean to make you think I didn’t know that.”

“I know.” She held out a hand, lips pressed into a melancholy smile. She shook her blond hair out of her face and tilted her chin up. The way Leo did when he was proud, or winning. God, please let him win. Logan, I love you, but please.

The announcer, deep and booming, said goal by number 71, Logan Tremblay!

“Fuck,” Natalie said softly, looking towards the sound of the crowd. “Logan. Leo…”

Finn couldn’t say anything. This was awful.

“Come on,” Natalie said. “We’re missing all the action. Just a little longer and one of us will have one boyfriend each back around the house again.”

Finn sighed. “That’s good for no one but us.”

“Then we’ll keep our glee to ourselves and kiss them until it feels better.”

Leo threw off his top pads and jersey and went to the restroom mostly to have a moment by himself. The cool air in the hallway made goosebumps raise over his bare, sweat-slick shoulders and chest, and he pushed into the bathroom to run warm water over his hands, then ice cold water on his face. It was an old trick of Kasey’s. He’d told Leo about it just a few days into his first season. Leo wasn’t even sure what the trick was, but it helped. Maybe it was just because Kasey Winter had told him he did it.

Sirius had called for players only in the locker room, but he needed a minute. Just one minute. He tried looking at himself, but that felt like too much and so he closed his eyes, hands braced on either side of the sink. 2-1. He’d let in back-to-backs and one of them had been from—

Two arms suddenly went around his bare waist and his eyes opened, looking forward into the mirror.

Logan’s green eyes looked back at him from around his shoulder. He dropped his gaze for a moment, nervous, then looked back at Leo and turned his face against his bicep, lips brushing the skin. He was still wearing his undershirt and shoulder pads. They scratched against Leo’s back. Logan’s body felt hot from skating, but his hands were freezing against Leo’s stomach. His dark hair was a dripping sweaty mess all over Leo’s shoulder, his knuckles were busted and had dried blood on them…Leo couldn’t have loved him more.

Leo turned in Logan’s arms and leaned down until he could bury his face against his neck. Logan said something soft, maybe more of a sound than a word, and held him tighter. They were quiet. Leo wasn’t sure what there was to say. An apology felt wrong. It was all just part of the game. They also didn’t have the time. He had to go back in. Listen to Sirius. He had to get dressed, the buckles and the straps and the tightening. Logan had to get back to his locker room.

It was all the game—all of it except this. Logan letting Leo pull back. Logan’s eyes falling closed as Leo pressed a kiss to his forehead. Logan pressing a kiss right over his heart. Logan letting Leo leave the bathroom first before following. Logan looking back at him as he walked away and catching Leo doing the very same thing. That moment hadn’t been the game. That had been just for them.

Coach hadn’t resisted when Sirius called for players only during the second intermission. He’d simply taken his clipboard and his staff and left the visitor’s locker room to Sirius and his boys.

It wasn’t quiet, exactly. No one was speaking, but it wasn’t quiet. There was a thrum, energy mostly. Dissipating, then building and dissipating again as if with each player’s breathing. Sirius could feel every single one of them around him from his place in the center of the room. Like rays of heat, coming towards him. Leo had his eyes open, staring up at the ceiling without an expression on his face. Thomas had one earbud in. Pascal had ice on his thigh. James had ice on his shoulder. They were beat up. It had already been a long season and they weren’t finished yet. Each and every one of them was feeling that. Sirius knew. Remus had his eyes closed, hunched over with his elbows on his knees and his fingers locked. He looked like he was praying, but Sirius knew better. By the slight flick of his eyelids moving, Sirius knew he was rehearsing.

It was a show as much as it was a game. It was a plot, and everything was twisting, changing, always.

Two horrible goals let in by sloppy playing. Sirius wanted to grab that moment by its very fabric and rip it away, bundle it back in to where no one could see it. It had happened so fast. He saw, in Remus’ face, when he reached that point in his mental image of the game. His mouth pulled tight and he winced, sitting up and opening his eyes with a harsh exhale.

“I used to wish I could rehearse it,” Sirius said, keeping his eyes on Remus. Remus’ eyes softened. They said, of course you knew.

“Alors,” Sirius sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He looked behind him and found a stool. It had wads of used tape on it, misses from one of the garbage cans, and he brushed it off and sat, right there in the center of all of them. “Just—rehearse it and then do it. Playing well. Playing right.”

He looked up again and realized it was quiet now. Silent. Quieter than he’d ever heard their locker room. He looked down against a burst of hesitation. One of the stick tape balls had latched onto the bulk of his padded pants and he picked it up, mostly just for something to do with his hands. He knew he should be looking at them. Looking around the room.

Look up when you are speaking, Sirius. His mother’s voice came to him suddenly and his flinch was as exposed as Remus’ had been about the game. His eyes, involuntarily, darted to Pascal. Yes. He had noticed. Sirius looked back down. He didn’t have to look to see if Remus and James’ had.

“Wouldn’t that be nice,” James’ voice came and Sirius nearly closed his eyes he was so grateful. He had always been grateful for James.

James smiled at him from across the locker room, elbows on his padded knees. Sweat kept his hair out of his face and he had his contacts in. It made him look entirely different, Sirius had always thought. But not when he smiled. Then he became himself again.

“Ouais,” Sirius said with a slight smile in return. He looked down at the tape sticking and unravelling then reforming into a ball between his restless hands. “Yeah.” He took a breath. “Listen, part of me still feels weird, doing things like this. I didn’t say more than three words to half of you when I first came and I was a dick to the other half.” That got him a few laughs. He risked a glance up at Remus, who was suppressing a smile. “And it’s not like this is some speech and then we go out there and get the Cup. Non, we go out there and get to the next round which gets us to the next round….And it feels long this year.”

Some murmurs of agreement. Pascal shifted his ice to his other thigh—no, his hip. Sirius wanted to take all the pain from them and press it into himself.

Again. His father’s voice. Again, again.

“We’re one behind,” Sirius said. “It’s not much. The Rags are down the hall right now thinking about how dangerous a lead that is.”

“So, let’s be dangerous.” Thomas smiled wide.

“We are dangerous, T,” James said.

“If we are, we’re not playing like it,” Sirius said. “And none of us are okay with that, right? We have to fight harder.”

“Montague has an emotional game,” Leo said suddenly. “If you keep crashing the net, something’s going to piss him off and he’ll miss something.”

Sirius’ eyes went to Kasey, who looked back for a moment before returning his gaze to Leo. Tired. Powerful. He thought of Logan’s tipped-in goal, and how he’d stared after the puck for a moment as if he hadn’t meant for it to go in at all.

“I want to win back to back,” Sirius said. “Who else?”

Thomas, predictably, was the first to shout. He rose and pounded three times on the side of his stall. James laughed, Evgeni let out a loud shout—maybe something in Russian—and then they were chaos. All that quiet energy being let out as they made their way back towards the ice tunnel. Coach didn’t say a word to him, but when they had skated a few laps to the riotous sound of Madison Square Garden, Coach didn’t even look down at his line-up card before putting Sirius, James, and Remus out there first.

Logan’s wrist tweaked every time he turned it just so. Luke had gotten his cheek stitched up before the start of the third. Will had iced his shoulder until the very last minute after a solid hit by Evgeni, and Saint had kept his eyes closed nearly the entire intermission, zoned out to anything but the game. Crazy goalie, Percy had said as he passed him, but the words carried no real heat. They were banged up and tired, but the adrenaline filled the ice like water. Logan didn’t even try to keep his head above it. He breathed it in so that he didn’t think too hard, and so his body didn’t dissolve into any post-game pain.

He’d held Leo for a moment. That was what mattered as they stepped back out onto the ice for the third period. He’d scored on Leo, and Leo had still let him take him into his arms.

Alex skated up beside him and Logan knew he had something to say by the set of his mouth alone. It was very Finn.

“I know, O’Hara,” Logan said, but he sort of thought he needed to hear this anyway.

“If—let’s just say, if the opportunity presents itself…” Alex winced but continued. “You should probably try to make it seem like you meant to score this time around.”

Logan had heard it on the Rangers intermission report on TV, the commentators having a bit of a laugh at his expense. Sure enough, the game video showed him—and they had put it in slow motion, thanks a lot—blinking down at the lit up goal as his teammates put their hands up in celebration, as if he hadn’t remembered it was there.

“Shut up,” Logan said, but he really meant I’m trying.

Remus was aware of the ache in his muscles, but only barely. He was aware of the crowd, but only in the same way he became aware of their air conditioner in the first moments of waking up. A sound that meant nothing. It was just noise.

The force of his own body colliding against the shuddering glass thanks to Percy Marshall brought it all back into focus. The crowd roared with the hit, and Remus forced the breath out of his lungs. He ignored the fear—the phantom twinge in his shoulder and neck. He dove back for the puck.

He couldn’t watch himself lose this game. He couldn’t allow it. And yet, he had a sliver of control over it. He could pick the puck right off of Percy’s stick, but whatever greater force there was didn’t stop Luke Deveaux from being right there to block the lane he had thought was clear. He was pushed back behind the net, behind Leo, who turned towards him without taking his eyes off of Luke.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” Remus said, then did his best to push into a burst of speed.

It worked for a second. He blew past Luke, who he heard curse as he skated hard backwards before turning to race after him.

“Re!” He heard Sirius’ stick tap twice on the ice and Remus passed. Sirius caught the puck in the cradle of his blade and then Remus was swinging his skates around with a sharp sound. His back was to the net, waiting for a pass back while also wanting to keep Luke in his sight. They crossed center ice cleanly, but Remus could almost feel the moment Logan got on the ice. The crowd changed, hoping—or maybe even expecting another goal from their newest member. Remus wondered if Leo’s posture had changed in the net.

He watched the way Sirius fought through it, the energy shift. His grey eyes were clouds and steel as he pulled his stick back. It should have sent Luke lunging forward into his path. Instead, when Sirius faked and passed to Remus, and when Remus got down on one knee to slap it hard towards the goal, Luke jolted the correct way. Even as Saint’s glove raised too slow, Remus’ shot hit Luke squarely in the shin and then rolled harmlessly until Saint covered the puck with his glove.

The whistle went and Luke stayed on his hands and knees, grimacing. Remus stopped hard inches from him.

“You okay?”

“Fuck, Lupin,” Luke groaned.

Saint was in his face in a moment, shoving him back, eyes hard behind his mask. “Can I fucking help you?”

“Whoa,” Remus put a hand up. “I—”

“He’s checking on me,” Luke said, pushing to his feet. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Are you?” Saint turned to look at him. His eyes raked up and down, checking.

“Yes,” Luke said, and it was much more gentle.

Remus tried to catch his breath as he turned. He caught Logan’s eye for a moment, but they both looked away.

He looked up at the big screen to see the reply—to see what had given him and Sirius away. He only caught enough in time to watch Sirius’ face fall, in slow motion. Eyes closing, mouth forming a thin line of disappointment.

They weren’t getting through. They just weren’t.

Sirius skated beside him, taking his mouthguard out. “It was my fault.”

They skated to the bench together and Remus reached for the iPad once they were in their seats. “I missed the replay, so we’ll see about that.”

But he didn’t have time to look. Thomas slugged him hard in the arm and, when he looked up, it was to find Pascal alone in front of a gassed Fox and Lindgren. He’d broken away. He was headed right towards Saint.

“Merde,” Sirius breathed from beside him. “Please…”

Pascal faked one way, then the other, beautiful, smooth skill that Remus had admired for years.

Then Pascal took the puck, as if it were part of his own body, and put it right under Saint’s left pad.

Remus heard Sirius and his own shouts mingle as they rose to their feet, sticks raised.

Pascal was grinning by the time he made it back to the bench, glove held up to be bumped down the line.

“I think I still got it, boys!” he called.

2-2. Something had to change.

Logan was becoming increasingly wary of a frustrated Sirius Black. He knew better than anyone what that meant, and it didn’t matter that there was six minutes left on the clock.

He caught a shot of Leo with his mask up on the big screen. He looked good. Anxious, but solid.

“So,” Alex asked as they sat down on the bench, breathing hard. “How was he?”

“Quoi?” Logan tried to catch his breath between drinks of water.

“Secret lover rendezvous.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Alex just shook his head and smiled.

The clock was at five minutes and thirty seconds by the time Logan got back on the ice, and then four minutes and twenty seconds, and then three minutes and fifteen seconds. Still, nothing. Neither team was budging.

One minute seven seconds now. Coach was double shifting him and Luke. There was no time to think. Logan jumped the boards and skated hard to catch up with the action. Will had forced a turn-over and was now trapped between Olli and Pascal. It was a good coaching call. Arthur had obviously thought Logan’s line would rest another shift, but the Rangers hadn’t given him the time to put Sirius and Remus out against them once again. Logan knew they were the better line and that this was their chance to even the score.

The whistle went at forty-five seconds remaining for over the glass deflection right near Saint’s goal. When he looked towards the Rangers’ bench, Coach shook his head. Stay on.

That should have felt better than it did. It should have felt like trust and confidence. Instead, Logan filled with dread.

“Hey.” Luke bumped their shoulders, holding a glove him to his mouth so no camera could read his lips. “Remember what I said. If I can, I’ll do it.”

It was kind, but it was a fantasy. There was no guarantee, and they would both be killed by the coaching staff, not to mention the media, if they over-passed at such a high stakes moment.

“Thanks,” Logan said, because they both knew the truth. Luke’s smile was tight. Logan wondered if some part of him actually did wonder if Logan could follow through.

The thought struck a competitive chord within Logan that he wanted nothing to do with.

Alex got kicked from the face-off yet again—along with a sharp stop mouthing off, O’Hara! from the ref. It left Logan face-to-face with Sirius again, just as he’d been at the very beginning of this game.

They looked at each other. Sirius, who had seen him at his worst and at his best. Sirius, who he’d gone from looking up to, to calling one of his closest friends.

Sirius offered a small smile. “Friends either way?” he asked in French.

Logan nodded. “Toujours.” Always.

Sirius won the puck, but he didn’t hold onto it. It was a strange scrabble. Logan found himself playing from his knees at one point, fighting against Sirius and James’ shoulders and sticks.

“Tremz!” Luke shouted.

Logan shoved the puck towards him in a motion that carried enough momentum to land him sprawled on his belly.

“Merde,” Sirius cursed, and they both scrambled up.

Part of his mind was only on the fact that Luke had the puck and that he hoped the others could keep it if they were going to score. That didn’t mean he stayed out of position, but every part of him fought and wavered. Take the shot. Pass. Take the shot. Luke, obviously, was trying to keep the puck away from Logan, too.

But Percy didn’t know about their pact. When he was cornered by Remus, he sent a clean pass straight towards Logan.

The puck hit his stick blade right in front of Leo—and there was no time. There was no time to look for Luke. There was no space. A pass would send him, and maybe Luke, too, spilling right into Leo’s blue paint and goal. Logan realized he was holding his breath because it felt like the ice was closing in on him, so cold that it burned.

He looked right at Leo. He could hardly see his blue eyes through the mask’s shadow, only the red and gold gleaming paint and the lions teeth drawn around the cage. He could see Leo recognize his movements though. He knew Leo would recognize his movements. He knew Leo’s play just as well as Leo knew his.

Don’t. Every muscle in his body screamed the word. Not him. Don’t do this to him.

But Leo would hate him if he knew he was holding back, wouldn’t he?

Logan would hate himself either way.

There was no time.

Remus could only watch as Logan pulled his stick back. If this went in, it was over. If this went in, the Lions were finished.

“Read him,” he heard Sirius say in a fast rush of French. “Read him, Leo, read him—”

Please, Remus thought. Please.

Please, Logan thought, wind on his face.

Please. It filled his whole being.

Please, he begged, someone, anyone. He didn’t even know what he was begging for.

He whipped the puck forward, right at Leo, and watched it leave the ice, flat disk wavering against the air.

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fottitimioamore · 1 year

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Hiii!! I saw your request rules and I was hoping to get Leo and Donnie from both 2012 and rise if possible? Separately please! With a gender neutral reader that is cuddling with them while playing some game on the switch and the reader just absentmindedly starts scratching their shell and the turtle just about melts? Like reader just starts scratching their chin, their arms, and the turtle just becomes a churring mess enjoying the attention? If you don't want to do this request it's alright!! Hopefully Tumblr doesn't eat it 😭

THIS

Tysm for requesting this, I was hoping someone would so I would have an excuse to write it 🙏 I love these mfs so much this stuff is so soft it makes me want to cry. This took so long I'm so sorry, it's been busy and I have the attention span of a goldfish.

Also forgive me I do not have a switch and have no idea what people do on 'em 💀

Happy holidays to whoever celebrates <33

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♡ Pairing: 2012 and Rise!Donnie and Leo x reader (seperately)

♡ Warnings: None

♡ Relationship: Romantic

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Rise!Leonardo

You loved the turtles, you really did. All of them. But sometimes their seemingly endless supplies of energy were exhausting. Sometimes you just needed a little time away with just your boyfriend. Such times could be few and far between, but that just made you cherish them even more.

Currently, everyone else was busy doing their own things. You had offered them a place in the living room with you, to watch some cheesy horror movie Leo had found. But Mikey had decided that it was time for a new piece on his bedroom walls, Raph said that his training buddy would be getting lonely, and Donnie had claimed that he was on the brink of something phenomenal, as usual.

You were alright with that. It just meant that you would have more time with just Leo. Laying back against an arm of the couch with him ontop of you, pulled as close as he physically could be.

Unfortunately, said cheesy horror movie was so captivating that you had abandoned it in favor of your switch within the first 15 minutes. You really didn't know how they managed to squeeze 3 hours out of the barely functioning plot.

Leo, on the other hand, was captivated. His eyes had barely left the screen. Every once in a while he would throw a hand up with a scoff or bury his face in your chest grumbling about how stupid the characters were. You would reach a hand up, brushing it down his neck as he relaxed against you again.

You couldn't help your wandering hands though, and so while you balanced your switch in one, without thinking, your other slid down until it met the top of his shell. You rubbed the edge of it, right above where it connected with skin, before it fell further down. Your nails scraped gently over the hard surface, absentmindedly tracing the patterns you knew near by heart.

You were so deep in your thoughts, completely zoned in on the screen in your one hand that you nearly jumped out of your skin when a rumble erupted from the slider atop you. A grin immediately spread across your face, huffing out air through your nose in a laugh. Leo was still laying with his head tucked under your chin, facing the projector, but as you slid your hand back up to his shoulders, you felt absolutely none of the tension they usually held.

His churring continued, the sound vibrating through you and making you laugh again. You propped your switch up against the couch, bringing your now free hand to cup his jaw. As clique as it sounded, running your nails under his chin was a surefire way to make him melt in your hands. He tipped his face up to gaze at you with eyes half-lidded and pupils blown. A light blush dusted his cheeks, just enough to see from how close you were.

You loved moments like these. Moments where Leo could relax, cut the snarky persona and just be... soft.

The movie playing was simply background noise now, hands soothing over his jaw and shell respectively as you watched his eyes flutter. Strong arms around your waist pulled you impossibly closer, and he pushed his head more into your palm.

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Rise!Donatello

Donnie was constantly working. He had so many ideas for new inventions that sometimes you just had to smile and nod when he started on about his newest project. It wasn't that you weren't interested, but most of it just went right over your head, as adorable as his little ramblings could be. He spent so much time in his lab that before, you had felt almost neglected. Never truly, of course he made time for you, but it was never really enough.

Therefore, you created a compromise. With Donnie working over his desk in his chair, and you on his lap, straddling his thighs with your arms around his neck. You were completely content like that, normally passing the time with your phone or switch until your arms got tired.

This time was no different. Soft music hummed in your ears, just loud enough to hear clearly. Donnie had his arms on each side of your waist, tinkering with some device that had been the center of his attention for the past few days.

You'd grown tired of Animal Crossing and other little games you'd been switching between for the past hour, but you were happy just to spend time with your boyfriend. Head resting on his shoulder, you let the device fall into your lap to have your hands free. They squeezed his neck gently, winning you a nuzzle from Donnie. Your hands slid down, fingertips brushing the surface of his soft shell. A smile graced your lips when you felt the last tension of the day melt under you.

Your heart fluttered everytime you touched his bare shell. It taken months for Donnie to build up enough trust in you to do so, and you cherished the privilege like none other. The delicate idea of it just made you love him even more.

You would never admit it to Donnie, but his shell made him seem so fragile in moments like these. You knew he hated being seen as weak for it, and you knew far better than that; but you always felt like dragging your nails a little too hard along it would hurt him. He never seemed to mind, though. When you did, just lightly enough for him to feel it, you felt your heart clench in adoration as the tiniest vibrations kickstarted under his plastron.

Donnie didn't chur like his brothers, not often. They were louder, making their contentment obvious through the trilling. Donnie was quieter, the sound softer and more gently comforting in your opinion. While you loved when he'd openly chur like that, you liked to keep it as a rare occasion. You were just as happy with this, just a low rythmic hum that reverberated in your skull, pressed against his collar.

You heard the clink of tools being set on the table, before a hand ran up your back to between your shoulder blades. The other wrapped around your waist, loosely holding you against him. A small gesture, one that wouldn't seem very important, was for Donnie. For him to put down his work, even for a few minutes, just to really be with you in a moment, made you feel truly special. He rested his head against yours, and you brought one hand up to cup the side of it. Your thumb rubbed small circles just under his mask, feeling him lean into the touch, smiling into your palm.

No words had to be spoken in moments like these. Here, you could just melt in each others presence, while any negative energy from the day melted away right with you.

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2012!Leonardo

Game night with the turtles was always fun. It normally started out with everyone, piled on the couch in front of the TV, volume on high over the sounds of laughter. Bonus to living in the sewers, no noise complaints from any neighbors.

Eventually, people began to drop out and either slunk to bed or, in Donnie's case, to his lab. By the end of it, you and Leo were the last ones up. The noise dwindled into comfortable silence, and you two would shift closer together, a luxury you didnt bother with around his brothers. Sure, there was a hand in his or his arm around your waist here and there, but nothing past that.

Once everyone else had gone, Leo had moved in front of you on the couch. Your legs hugged his sides, hands on his plastron from behind. You had given up a few minutes ago, too tired to really focus on the game. Leo was still invested though. He got particularly competitive in games, especially with his brothers. He was intent on beating Raph's high score.

You were practically falling asleep by now. Your eyes fell shut and you had to consciously keep your head from falling to his shoulder. To keep yourself awake, you slid your hands up from his chest to the top of his neck, working your way down with careful nails. Leo was always tense, you felt it when you pressed on certain muscles. He carried most of it in his shoulders, maintaining a powerful posture all day.

Moments after you started the gentle scratching, you heard the painfully familiar sound of a game over from the screen. You hadn't realized that you'd closed your eyes, but sure enough, Leo's chance of a new record was no more.

His head hit your shoulder and your lips pulled up into a smile as you moved your hands around to his jaw, feeling the soft trills start in his throat. His eyes were closed, expression serene. You planted a quick kiss on his chin, causing him to tilt his head back for more. You giggled, pulling him further into you and resting your head against his.

"Sorry, I ruined your high score." Your voice was hardly above a whisper, as if talking any louder would disrupt the peaceful moment like a stone into still water. Leo only churred louder, an arm coming up to rest over your thigh. Your far arm reached down to rub his shoulder, feeling it relax.

Moments like these weren't very common with Leo. Moments where he could feel so at ease. Where he didn't have to think about leading the team, or his brothers' safety. Here, we could just unwind in your grasp, away from everything that kept him so on edge. They sat in the very back of his mind. Instead, you were his fronting thought, from the way your nails ran over his skin to the rise and fall of your chest under him.

Here, Leo did feel at ease, and his heart skipped a beat when you laughed at his lack of response. You fell silent now, simply listening to his content churs in your own hazy bubble of happiness.

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2012!Donatello

You were not a morning person. Not in the slightest. In your opinion, anyone who got up before 7 am unless absolutely necessary was inhuman. And still that seemed early. Donnie, however, was a special case. He also wasn't a morning person, and when he slept you could only drag him out of bed half past noon. But he worked so late into the night that he didn't fall asleep (if he even did), until the first rays of sunlight streamed in your bedroom windows.

Granted, the sewers didn't have windows, so he couldn't tell by that how late it was, but he also had tech everywhere in his lab and more than a few ways to instantly tell the time. You understood, you had your fair share of restless nights. But Donnie was like this all the time. Unless someone physically put his equipment to the side and pulled him off to bed, he would stay up for as long as his body let him.

Luckily, you came along. As someone with an actually decent sleep schedule, which wasn't common in mutant turtles apparently, you made sure Donnie got an acceptable amount of sleep when you could. Unfortunately, you couldn't always haul him away forever. Sometimes he would lay down, just to get up after you fell asleep and continue working. So when you would stay overnight with him, you typically would be woken up from a particularly loud mess-up on one of his projects.

Tonight was one of those nights. It was a wrench, one that was knocked to the floor when he reached aside to grab another tool. You rolled over in the makeshift nest you had setup in the lab, blinking awake to Donnie staring wide-eyed at you. He relaxed, sighing in defeat when he realized you were fully conscious now.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to wake you," he said softly, his voice making you smile. You lifted a hand, and after placing the wrench back on his desk, he padded over to you.

"Hmm, going back to work after I fall asleep doesn't fix anything," you hummed as he kneeled down in front of you. You shifted upright, back against the wall, and he slid down to lay his head in your lap. Before you could even touch him, you felt a trill reverberate through you, and you laughed. Just laying down, being off his feet and in your lap was enough to make him happy.

You settled one hand around his head, the other running down his arm, stopping at the leather straps of his elbow pad. Normally the gear came off to sleep, but you figured you'd let it slide for the moment. You continued your little ministrations, beaming when his grip around your waist tightened and he snuggled closer to your warmth. His churs provided comforting background noise as you tried to keep yourself from unconsciousness.

You knew he gave in so easily because he probably thought he could slip away after a while. You wouldn't let that happen so easily this time, however. There was no way he was getting up until you did. Until then, all you wanted was to sit here with Donnie until you were inevitability woken up to his brothers' teasing in the morning.

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Feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome <3

A/N: I completely forgot the switch in 2012!Donnie's I hope it's just as okay without ^^

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 9 months

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HEY! (I love the new look of your account!!!) could you make a Tokio Hotel x fem!reader with a tired look? (dark circles under the eyes, pale complexion generally tired look, "dead eyes") practically zombie look🧟‍♀️

(as a bitch with this look, I understand)

Bill Kaulitz

Bill I feel like would be obviously concerned

But more like firm with wanting you to get better

Even if it's not a health issues, he worries it's about your mental health, like depression or something

Even if it's not he wants to make sure that you're okay

He loves you man and does not want to see your health deteriorated

He's not overly protective, just careful and understanding enough to get his point of wanting a healthy partner across

Your dark circles, he saw them grow, worried him a bit because of lack of sleep

He saw your messed up sleep schedule and was like

"Nah, we're sleeping now."

Does whatever he can to help you sleep now, even if it means staying awake for hours

Your pale complexion didn't worry him to much, just thought you needed more sun

Unless he found out it's about something else

He is constantly scolding you for your habits and always trying to help you

He can't have his bae wandering around like a zombie

Tom Kaulitz

I feel like he would cover up his concern with jokes

Like little small teasing about your dark circles, or your tired look

If you need extra sleep, or if you're not getting any at all, he's obviously gonna be like

"How the hell do you even stand up?"

He's so concerned but in adoration on how you're even still functioning

Your sleep schedule is horrible let me tell you

He would do anything and everything to help you sleep

Bendaryl, melatonin, letting you sleep on his chest or hugging you to sleep

He is not above making you lay down and keeping you there to make you sleep

It's all out of love though

He makes excuses to bring you into the sun to give the skin at least some sunlight

He doesn't mind your complexion, you look beautiful but he heard it could be some health issues

Isn't totally worried, or concerned, but just thinks he needs to help with that

If your tired look, or actions or looking like a zombie the things that worry him the most

He thought it was you were tired and needed something to eat

But he noticed you never really did any of that

So he would buy you food, set it in front of you and be like

"Eat." and he would sit next to you eating his own stuff, at least making sure you have a little bit in your stomach

He's not forcing you to eat it all, just wants to make sure you're okay

Gustav Schäfer

He noticed immediately how you acted and looked

I feel like he would ask questions on how you got so pale or the circles under your eyes

He doesn't pressure you, just tells you he wants you to be healthy

He starts off slow with helping you

Letting you sleep in more, or helping you sleep a little better with sleep aids, or just by being there

He still thinks you look pretty but again, concerned on how pale you are

"...there's a thing called the sun, yknow-"

He didn't understand at first, but he's getting the hang of it

He lets you run rampant and free but something he will not let you do or witness you do is destroy your health

He asks if it's a mental health issues, or if it's just how you look

I personally think he loves your dark circles

He thinks you look pretty with them

Idk I just feel like it

Your zombie look actually kills him sometimes

You wander around like nothing looking dead inside

He knows you're not because you look at him with love but he just finds it surprising

Especially if your clothes and hair help that zombie image

He's not above doing your hair for you, simple styles though

Or just helping you pick a less zombie like outfit

Georg Listing

He thinks ya lot hot man's

Out of everyone I feel like to Georg your looks just make you hotter in his eyes

But again, if it's health or mental health he will do his best to help

He won't overprotect you or force you to do stuff ya don't want to

It's mainly just making sure you ate or taking some small walks in the sun, when it's not so hot, to get you some vitamin D

He knows the circles under your eyes are dark due to not good sleep, but he doesn't really know how to help with that

When you guys can he will let you sleep in, turn off your alarm and everything and make sure to keep everyone the fuck away from you so you can sleep in peace

He don't play about his bae

If you like wander around zombie ish, he's gonna be following and holding your hand

With half lidded eyes and a dead look in them, you can sometimes worry Georg like that

Especially with the dead look in your eyes

He wants to make sure you're okay mentally and that does not help, dude

Your pale complexion didn't worry him much

He just gave you some sunlight, make sure you ate and that's all he could do much

He doesn't want to change you, just wants to make sure you're healthy

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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The Grey Zone 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, age gap, bullying, toxic parental figures, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your parents has never been good, and that with a family friend takes a strange turn(goth!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: Oh my mustachioed man!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Lloyd pulls in at the last rest stop before you officially enter the true desolation of the northern wilds. You open your door before he can even turn off the engine, unable to hold back the spew of sickness. You spit onto the tarmac as the sun sets darkly above. You grip the door and flinch as Lloyd reaches over to rub your back.

"You okay, baby cakes?" He asks as you press the back of your hand to your mouth and sit back, trapping his hand against the seat.

"Yeah, I just get car sick, like I said," you're almost breathless as the bile sears in your throat, "I should go rinse my mouth out."

"Need help?" He asks and you send him a confounded look. He winks as you struggle to decipher his meaning.

"No," you unbuckle your seat belt and grab your little leather knapsack.

"I guess you're not in the mood for any snacks?" He says as he climbs out on his side, mirror you as you shut your door.

"No, I'm good," you cough.

You walk in stride with him, trying to keep ahead as you're paranoid about your breath and any possible dribble from your vomit. He reaches past you to open the door and holds it open. You flit in and search for the bathroom sign, leaving him behind as the taste of your sickness dries on your tongue.

You hurry down the hall and push into the ladies. You crank on the sink and bend over to rinse your mouth out. You dry off, wiping away much of your black lipstick.

You fish a mint out of your bag and reapply the tint to your lips, checking your reflection one last time. You go into one of the stalls, just to be sure and wash your hands before venturing out into the store.

As you come out. Lloyd stands by the magazine shelf, browsing without intent. He glances over at you and smirks, his hands full.

"Got ya... ginger ale," he holds up the green bottle, "and some anti-nausea stuff." He shakes the box of tablets.

"Oh, you didn't have to..."

"I saw it, so... whatever," he hands over the items, "paid and good to go, unless you need anything else."

"All good," you muster a smile.

"You just relax, sweetheart," he waves you towards the door, "we're looking at making midnight if we're lucky. You rest up... you'll need your energy for your vacation."

"Thanks," you mutter. You don't plan on relaxing, you have textbooks and more than enough homework.

"Let me get this," he opens the door for you again.

You step through and he follows closely, just grazing the loose fabric of your pants. You feel a tug but don't think much of it right as he passes you and hits the unlock button on his keys. You near the car and drop into the passenger seat with your goodies.

You crack the seal on the ginger ale, the mint tainting the flavor. You open the box of pills and break one free of the insert. You swallow it with another swig of soda and put the bottle in the cupholder, tucking away the pills in your bag before shoving it between your feet. You lean back and buckle up.

Lloyd turns the engine and flips the stereo on again. You're tired already. You're glad he's taken on most of the driving, aside from his lead foot.

"That's it, you just chill," he reaches over and claps his hand on your thigh, "we'll be home before we know it."

"Home?" You wonder.

"Home away from home," he shrugs and pulls his hand back to the wheel and shifts into gear. "don't worry about it, babe. I got you."

You don't respond. You're not really sure how to and you're stomach is still gurgly. You just want the meds to kick in so you can close your eyes without getting dizzy.

"Alright, back on the road," he steers around the lot, following another car towards the ramp, "huh," he snorts as he speeds up.

"What?"

"Nah, just thinking... feels like... a movie," he muses as he sits back, keeping one hand nonchalantly on the wheel even as the speedometer ticks up, "like we're going away on a honeymoon. Some ridiculous romcom... or maybe a horror movie. You seem partial to the latter."

"I guess. That's a stereotype though. I'm not really a horror person."

"No?" He sniffs, "my bad. I saw that Poe collection on your shelf, so I assumed--"

"I like to read, not so much into seeing gore," you shrug.

"Fair," he replies, "surprising..."

"Why's it surprising?"

"I didn't take you as squeamish with the whole..." he points to his nose, "ring thing."

You reach up to touch your septum.

"Oh, I couldn't really see them doing it," you say.

"Not that I don't like it," he assures you, "it's a look."

You furrow your brow and nearly laugh. Is he trying to sound young and hip or something? At least he's not like your mother, lecturing you on mutilating your body.

"You got any ink? Tattoo or something?" He asks, "something mommy and daddy don't know about?"

"Um, no," you say, "it's... expensive."

"Oh, do I ever know," he clucks.

"You have a tattoo?"

"Sure do," he pats his chest, "I'll give you a look once we get where we're going. It's nothing hardcore. Mostly a college mistake."

"Ah, makes sense."

"What else is college for?" He winks at you in the rearview, "making memories."

"Sure," you agree and yawn into your hand.

"I'll shut up now," he scoffs, "you rest that pretty head."

You look at him, hesitating before letting yourself relax against the seat. You cross your arms and lean into the door, closing your eyes to keep from glancing out the window. He must have got the drowsy stuff, your head is swimming.

🖤

Soon the motion of the car turns from alarming to soothing. You let yourself sink into the anti-nauseant laced drowse itching on your eyelids. You blink, slower and slower, as you succumb to the dark sky and your induced exhaustion. You drift into semi-consciousness, the engine still whirring in your ears.

The hours slip by like seconds and you wake much before your ready too. Not quite all the way as your head wobbles and your body feels buried in sand. You drag your hand across your face clumsily as the car slows and you hear the chirping of crickets. You grumble, batting your lashes before letting them close again. You nestle into the door, reaching for sleep once more.

A soft rumble, like a chuckle, rises as the engine quiets completely. You feel a shift and hear the driver's side door. You can't tell if it's real or you're dreaming. Not until your own door opens and your seatbelt barely keeps you from falling out of the car.

Lloyd nudges you back and snickers again, "ah, look at you, sleepy girl."

He bends over you, his fingertips fluttering over your stomach as he reaches to undo your seatbelt. You moan as you struggle to keep your eyes open. His shadow blocks the moonlight as your tongue sticks dryly to the roof of your mouth. You feel... more tired than you should.

"Let's get you to bed, huh? Look at you," he lets his hand wander down your thigh, "fuck, you're so warm." He tickles you through the fabric of your pants and you shiver, "and it's damn chilly, isn't it?"

He pushes his hands between your thighs and you gasp. You reach for him and he bats your hand away easily. He cups your cunt through your pants and you squirm. He puts his other arms below your chest, pinning you to the seat.

"Wha..." you babble.

"Shhhh, it's alright, babe," he purrs as he bends, pulling his hand down your thigh as he parts them wide, dipping his head into your lap. "Mmmm, you smell delicious."

He buries his face in your pelvis and takes a deep breath before exhaling hotly into you. You whimper and push on his head. He chuckles and pulls his head back. He raises the hand he had cupped against you and sniffs that too.

"The way I'm gonna taste you and find out it you're just as good as you smell," he stands and hooks his arms under yours, lifting you out of the seat, "and you're gonna be begging me for it."

"What are you talking..."

"It's okay, honeybee, you're fucking out of it," he snaps shut the passenger door, keeping you against him, "if I wanted to, I could fuck you in the dirt right now but that's no fun."

"Huh?" You lean against him, your feet unsteady in your platform boots.

"My dicks been hard since we got in the car, you're lucky I don't test your throat out," he guides you along the pebbles and twigs, a large structure looming limned in moonlight.

"Mr. Hansen?" You eke out.

"Relax, I'm gonna put you to bed, nice and cozy. Cozier on my dick but we'll save that," he teases as his hand creeps down to squeeze your ass, "you got some of those rings in your nips too? Kinky shit."

You shake your head, stumbling with him up the wooden steps of the cabin. The place is dark and you didn't notice if your dad's SUV was there yet. They must have got there by then.

Lloyd angles you through the front door and moves seamlessly through the dark. His strength is unsettling, knowing he could do anything and you couldn't fight him off. Even if you weren't groggy.

"Come on, princess," he hums as he takes you up the stairs, each step creaking.

"Please," you beg, "why..."

"Shhh," he hushes you as he gets you to the top.

Your panic pulses and you try to shove away from him. He lets you and you go crashing into some unseen shape and bounce onto the floor. The noise of your tumble is deafening. Lloyd cackles and you hear something else. Suddenly, footsteps barreling but uneven, a door opens further down.

"What the fuck is going on?" Your mother snarls drunkenly.

"Nothing, Connie," he calls through a chortle, "girl's just a bit hopped up."

"Hopped up?!" She shrieks and you hear her struggling before she emerges, shining a light at you from the flash of her cell phone, "what?!"

"Calm down, she had some dramamine," he scoffs, "she doesn't have the same tolerance as you, Con."

"Oh, shut up," she huffs and turns back, casting the light away from both of you, "keep it down, some of us are trying to sleep."

"Pleasant as ever," he mutters as he slides his arms under you and lifts you. You touch your forehead, dizzied as he cradles you against his chest. He walks down the hall and stops to push open a door with his foot. He stands in the frame and clucks, "just like a honeymoon, huh? Me carrying you over the threshold." He enters and moves carefully through the dark as it thickens, "but we'll save the fun stuff for now."

He puts you on the bed and you grumble. He hovers over you, his hand trails down your body. You shiver and he presses his lips to your forehead and growls, "I can wait…"

He pushes away and stands straight, lurking as you feel him staring down at you. You hug yourself and roll onto your side, weak and disoriented. He takes in an audible breath and lets it out.

"I'm not even gonna jerk off, as much as my balls are swinging like barbells," he taunts as he leans back on his heels, "I'm saving it all up for you, baby." He clicks his tongue in his cheek, "I'm even gonna be a gentleman and bring your stuff in. Don't worry, you can be naughty for me."

You don't say a word as you close your eyes, hoping to shut out this twisted reality. You hear him retreat, slow deliberate steps that stoke your nerves. He's letting you be for now, but it won't be forever. And now you know exactly what he wants…

🖤

The morning greets you with the sight of an unfamiliar room. Your memory doesn’t rush back but trickles in. A patchwork begins to form in your mind; your father sending you off with Lloyd, his herky jerky driving, the rest stop, and the wobbly scenes that came after.

You remember a conversation but not every word. Only enough to set you on edge. You sit up sharply as the words etch in your mind; ‘don’t worry, you can be naughty for me’. You want to shrug it off as a figment of your own imagination but it’s all too real in your mind.

You look around at the bedroom. Hardwood side for the walls and similarly coloured slats across the floor. The bed frame is elaborate, hand-carved with ornate knobs at the top of each post. There’s a quilty haphazardly pulled over you, gathering at your waist as you hold yourself with palms flat to the mattress.

Your duffle is in the plaid armchair set in the corner. It’s empty. You shake your head, clearing out the last of the cobwebs. Despite the nausea meds and a night of almost lifeless sleep, you wake swiftly. You feel eerily alert of every detail.

You get up and near the tan dresser, your reflection appearing in the circle mirror perched above. Your eye makeup is smeared and your lipstick only left at the edges of your lips. You’re a mess.

Your hat hangs on the one of the posts that holds up the mirror and your knapsack from the other. You rest your hands on the thin metal handles and slide the top drawer open slowly. You look down as the wood grinds loudly.

Your underwear is neatly folded to one side but you didn’t pack enough to fill the whole drawer. At the other side, there’s something else, something unfamiliar. You touch the lacy fabric and hook your fingers through the slender straps.

You pull it out of the drawer and let it hang down to the floor. It’s a full body suit, lace in the pattern of spiderwebs, with no lining. It wouldn’t hide much at all. You look up and see yourself positioned behind it, as if you’re trying to see what it would look like on.

You lower the garment and clear your throat. Last night wasn’t a dream, you’re lucky it was a nightmare. You quickly tuck the lacy bodysuit back into the drawer and close it.

What do you do? Do you tell your parents? You don’t imagine your mother would believe you, if she even listened. She’s already into the wine. And your father, Lloyd is his friend. He’d probably shrug it off as one of his jokes.

You back up and turn to the rest of the room. You hear the birds chirping, trees swaying, and the soft breeze flowing in through the slightly open window. You cross to the pane and look out at the deep cluster of trees that stretches for miles. It’s all the more obvious then that you’ve walked straight into his trap.

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02/19/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew; Rhys Darby; Con O'Neil; Kristian Nairn; Samba Schutte; Wee John Wondays; LubeAsACrew; Stats/Trends; Fan Spotlight; Engagement Prompts; LoveNotes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

Hey All, today's been an off day for me, so please let me know if I've missed something. Hope you all had fun!

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

== Rhys Darby ==

Well, our goofball of a captain is back with more Red Dead Redemption II, check out Part 2 below:

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Rhys also did comedy at Bourbon Room Hollywood last week, and = tmiddendorfphoto on IG captured quite a lot of photos of his set. Feel free to visit them:

== Con O ' Neill ==

Whoops! I had this prepped for yesterday then completely forgot, sorry Con! Con was out seeing BettyRules in NYC!

== Wee John Wonday ==

Kristian had Samba on WJW Today! Lots of cool stuff they chatted above! If you're unable to watch right now, there's a small breakdown of various high points below:

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Highlights/Things We Learned:

Samba baby's name is Ocean

Samba was kind enough to stand in for WJW when someone else had to drop off for work.

Samba loves giving Kristian middle names: Kristian Victoria Nairn / Kristian Alexander Nairn / Kristian Valaria Nairn, Kristian Venereal Disease Nairn / Kristian Damien Nairn / Kristian Nicholas Nairn / Kristian Tabitha Nairn

There were live doves that would shit on you on set, and they shat on Samson

Kristian was a professional Chef

Samba wants to do Cryptic Factor w/Rhys

Samba is big into ufo's and cryptids

Kristian is also into paranormal stuff

Kristian - In New Zealand saw weird things on the lawn of his rental place (weird creatures focused on the balcony of his room)

David Fane - ate all the cheese in Calypso's Birthday

They really appreciate all the fans trying to save OFMD and would LOVE to get a season 3, even if only for 2 hours.

Samba would like ot do a bts/blooper combo but has to get permission first

For the wrap party, the cast members got each other gifts:

Samson got everyone crocs

EDIT: David Fane gave them Samoan necklaces (ty @denizbevan)!

Kristian said his "Gifts got stolen"

Samba gave them pictures / BTS videos

Q: Who was most elusive in regards to BTS?

Joel - also Ewan

Q: Favorite Soup?

Sambas favorite Soup - Chicken Noodle (chicken soup)

Kristian's favorite Soup - Cream of Tomato

Q: Did anything change with Roach in S2?

Yes, he became softer / trusting

Q: Lots of great energy and hanging out between crew members and family, (not something often seen) what do you think led to that?

Casting director Alison Jones - awesome at casting

Energy on set was positive and acceptance from the get go that helped

Sailing training, stunt training, sword fighting together helped bonding

Everyone on the cast was odd, and people moved out together so lots of small found family situations

Long hours together

Note: Stede's story time everyone is actually asleep, cause they've been up for like 18 hrs

Q: What's your favourite dessert, that you could live off forever?

Roach - Chocolate Mousse, really fluffy and airy

Kristian - Black Forest Cake

Q: What was best part of working in New Zealand?

8 hr days instead of 18 hrs days

Nature was gorgeous

Maori Elders did a land blessing

Q: Roach played a lot of roles, what do you think was his main role?

Cook, Doctor, therapist in that order.

Q: Would Aamba release a cookbook?

If enough interest, Yes - OFMD Cast Favorite Cookbook

And Mac and cheese recipe

Cakes and desserts

Q: What's it like being a new dad?

Amazing , no time to catch breath, feeling a lot of protectiveness and excitement and energy to step up and take care of the kiddo So fulfilling, Sambas a great dad.

Original Script / Deleted Scene Stuff:

In original script: Roach was going to end up with the crew of revenge, but then changed the script cause Samba would look like a kid who stole his dads jacket, so Frenchie was cap

Originally Zheng called the crew "beta" instead of "tender" but they changed it.

Innkeeper deleted scenes:

Everyone's eating soup on deck, roach was supposed to be serving people soup, and Fang says "Ah, Leroy, I'm so glad you're alive?" and Lucius goes "I'm sorry do you think my name is Leroy?"

Oluwande was crying, Jim asks if he was, he says no he gets that thing when he's around grass, and Jim says "A yeah lots of grass around here"

Other deleted scene:

Kristian saying "its sizest" doing big guy stuff

And roach says he's stuck doing tall skinnhy guy stuff

Pete asks if he's stuck doing bald guy stuff

More Deleted scenes:

Ewan zip lines over first and yells: "I was born to fly"

Roach zip line screams quietly cause they tell him to be quiet, and then he lands and says, "why its so sticky I wanna go back", and he tries to get back on the rope but Frenchie flys in and knocks him over.

Another Delete scene:

Wee John was going to dress up as cupid, would have encouraged Stede and Ed, who would have danced to "At Last" and then when and boned.

== Samba BTS ==

In honor of Wee John Wonday's, Samba added some more BTS starring Kristian, and shared the video he talked about in WJW regarding Kristian's birthday.

== Lube As A Crew ==

Astroglide sent @Seven_Sugars a carepackage for a lovely review!

== Stats Stats Stats / Trends ==

Thank you @meowzawowza_ as usual for the awesome insight!

Trends! Thank you @merryfinches and @debphotog for catching these!

== Fan Spotlight ==

For those of you not on twitter, you may not have seen @wndrngnomad's collage's she's been doing each day for the cast members! They go back quite a while so I'll add them all to the repo, but they kind enough to give me permission to share them with the everyone outside of twitter!

== Engagement Prompts ==

Over on Instagram @saveofmdcrewmates have some engagement prompts for tomorrow: #CrossoverCruesday. Time to switch it up! What is your fantasy crossover beween another show and OFMD? Crossover AU anyone?

== Articles ==

Special thanks to @heide79728 on Twitter for sharing all these international headlines!

HBO MAX "praised the loyal audience that engaged with the series and contributed to building an interactive community around it." - Article in Arabic

"14 Recommended Series-fans are already deeply engaged in a massive campaign to encourage another network to buy the rights and produce another season to give the story the ending it deserves" - Article in Hebrew

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies.

Have you had any water lately? Did you get to go outside and take a walk? Please remember that you need breaks sometimes, even if they're only a few minutes here or there.

You deserve rest-- and when things get rough, your brain needs a couple minutes to reset. Remember to take care of yourself and practice some self-care.

Self care means fun too!

Do something you enjoy that makes you smile. I'm not a fan of sticker/sticky things-- but I know a lot of people who love googly-eyes so I figured this was appropriate.

Anyway, gnight/gday crew, have a lovely one.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

I think I've done this Darby one on these recaps before, but I needed to have a theme tonight, and the them is well, I think you know. Yes that is Taika in the stash, from "Boy".

#Instagram #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #our flag means death #adopt our crew #save ofmd #ofmd #taika waititi #samba schutte #con o'neill #david fane #joel fry #ewen bremner #rhys darby #ofmd bts

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l0ves1ckf0ol · 1 year

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hear me out! nevermore has a musical they produce for the spring. they they so happen to do Chicago, the reader is velma kelly and xavier falls in love with the reader while he is helping with set for the show.

CAUGHT IN THE ACT | xavier thorpe

"you're breaking character, xavier. "

also a bit of a disclaimer i only heard abt the summary and i have no time to watch the whole musical but imma just go with my common knowledge i have for this. SO MOSTLY ITSBJUST THEM AND LESS CHICAGO IM SORRY SHSGS

"damn! only got ensemble, what about you y/n?" enid groans, you smirk at her "i got velma kelly." you say a toothy grin growin on your face. wednesday frowned at the conversation, "remind me again, why are you doing this?" she sighs out to you, almost looking disappointed. "i may be the child of the poltergeist and yes i love to hide but y'know i have to try out stuff once in a while." you reply to her, "also it's because of principal weems. she said that i had to do this or else i won't be sleeping in my own dorm, i set one on fire by accident." you add as enid laughed, "you never try out these things, y/n. why the change of heart? also you could've spent beekeeping with me and ottinger rather than be in that horrific display of singing." wednesday wonders curiously, did she see right through you? "just trying things out, wednesday." you breathed out to her, trying to play it cool looking ahead of her to a specific long haired boy who was busy on his sketchbook.

you've never heard of a theatre within the school, but it certainly exists. it's just that it needs cleaning up. you were there for rehearsals, since it was a saturday morning everyone was either in jericho or lazing away in their dorms. principal weems was unsure if you were going to stay put in the school grounds but you stayed behind, truthfully. you suddenly begin to despise being the lead for this musical, the pressure was getting to you and you start to worry if you're going to screw up.

"okay, let's go again, lights-" you announce as you start pacing the stage, "camera- paint?" you notice xavier coming up to the stage with a small bucket of what looked like maroon paint. "sorry for interrupting, please continue." he says politely, walking over to the lousy background of the stage, it had a sickening yellow color to it with loads of crusty paint slipping off the cement. "wouldn't you be at jericho by now?" you ask him as he dipped his wide brush in the paint and started painting from below to above.

"nope, weems asked me this morning to make a good background for the musical, it needs to be barely noticeable because they're using cardboard cutouts as scenes. she said black but for interrupting my coffee hours, i'll go with maroon instead." xavier answered, "could've gone with neon instead to infuriate her more, no?" you offer, wiggling your eyebrows. xavier laughed, "then i'll feel bad." he replies. "you have a soft heart for someone who looks like they ate a piece of lemon." you mentioned to him, he looks at you for the first time he walks in the room with a downturned smile, if that made sense.

"well- don't tell anyone about that. that right there is my biggest secret." he jokes, shaking his head left to right with a scoff. "alright, it'll be our official secret."

- xavier's pov (?) -

xavier never thought of you, or even acknowledged you that much but for some reason, after that conversation at the theatre you were basically unforgettable. he said hi to you in the hallways, everything seemed so monochrome but when you walked in the same room as him? instant color. so whenever he was free, he would do at least something to see you. this had been going on for a good 2 weeks

a week before the final rehearsal, he brought wax because weems tasked him to wax the stage. as he was nearing the door your voice rang clearer and clearer. your beautiful voice. xavier sighs to himself, he was at a loss by now, he tried his best to sneak inside unnoticed but the poltergeist could spot a shadow moving a mile away. so you instantly stopped.

"xavier?"

"oh hey sorry, i came in here to uh... wax the stage." xavier mumbled timidly, finally getting up to his normal height. you frowned, "thought this school was rich enough for maintenance people." you told him, he was trying to find the answers, for a moment he thought you were about to catch him in the act. "or was this only an act of service to suck up to the principal?" he could almost sigh from relief, "um yeah, been failing ms. thornhill's class lately so." xavier lied, he was doing excellently in that subject. a firm "hm." said it all, you probably knew, you just didn't want to spoil the fun. while y/n was singing her lungs off, xavier was sure it had something to do with jazz, he wasn't familiar with the musical. he was pre occupied scrubbing the floors with wax, luckily he wasn't wearing his school uniform since it was after class hours, otherwise those sweet blue slacks were toast. you didn't leave until he finished, you had other plans, xavier was onto you. if you figured him out, xavier was dead to himself and his dignity, i mean he wasn't ashamed with liking you. you were amazing, he just wanted to be sure that he liked you. lies.

"you finished. now, walk me to my dorm will you?" you ask him as you picked up your things from one of the leather seats and went outside as he followed. xavier left the wax at the stage, he remembered to return it tomorrow. as you walked the only sounds both of you could hear were your steps against the cobblestone floor, this only happend for 3 minutes. "so uh-"

"do you like me, xavier?" xavier wanted the ground to swallow him up right now. he stops in his footsteps and you turned from your heel, with a raised eyebrow. testing him. for a moment xavier almost breaks but he endured "do i like you is the question, what do you think?" he said, now you were testing each other. "i think you have had a little crush on me, ever since you painted the maroon background at the theatre. i know the maintenance people here, and i know that weems would never leave out an assignment for them, especially since it's this heck of a theatre that has not been used for a decade." you point out to him, with a devious smirk on your face.

xavier tugged at his jacket and approached one step forward toward you, "we both know you're a lazy poltergeist, l/n. why do you have extra rehearsals every after rehearsal- alone in the theatre?" you scoffed at his accusation, placing a hand on his chest, leaning in slightly, this made xavier's stomach do a flip and made his knees weak. "since we both are onto each other, you and i know the answer." you whispered as you lean back with a teasing side smile, xavier sighs out through his nose, his cheeks could match the theatre background, a sign that he gave up. his slim hands went up to your cheeks, his thumb caressing it. his lips were practically brushing against yours now,

"may i kiss you?"

"you're breaking character, xavier." you smiled, pressing your lips on to his, giving him an answer.

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I LOVE THEM SM THE CLOCK KEEPERS FAM AAAAH

Mirai is so cute here I am ascending

Anyways, I will be honest I have some mixt feeling rn :00

About the clock keepers themselves?? I don't have that much fear tbh, they are supernaturals in their boundary, and contrary to number 3 they don't have hearts that Tsukasa or anyone else can consume. I think they will be fine (or I am being delusionnal to protect myself, you choose rip) I love them very much they will always live in my heart.

I was REALLY not happy with chapter 109, having to be focused on little crumbs was really hard when I have been waiting for their focus for more than 4 years. Having the joke that is chapter 109 absolutely destroyed me, they are my fav mysteries and I want something good for them, unfortunately I am not sure they will get it.

Chapter 110 gave me some hope because yes what is happening is not normal, and I am glad it was adressed. For me it was obvious af it' wasn't, but I really needed confirmation from the author to be sure.

I have always said that the clock keepers were unique and Teru confirms it in this chapter with the official translation:

'The clock keepers are clearly unique even among the school mysteries, and go beyond the average supernaturals'

They are n°1, the only mystery with three beings in it and with a human, one of the last two mysteries left with the other one being the main focus on the manga. Of course something is strange with how they are treated right now. What is happening?

None of them used their time powers expect for Mirai once as the judgment. The stuff they are saying to punish Tsukasa seems more like jokes and they aren't treating the trial as they should be (but this may be just because chapter 109 is bad af lol). Mirai can litteraly see the future if she wants to.

The owls, their shikigami/familiars don't move at all when their masters are attacked, they are in their own boundary, their shrine. Maybe their powers are related to the clock Natsuhiko destroyed (and I would be sad af if this is the reason and nothing can be done) we just don't know what is happening. Do they have a plan? Are they playing a part (which would be funny because some stuff about the clock keepers are related to theaters and plays) Did someone forced them to do something? We don't know anything about the clock keeper, them being in the same spot as n°6 before we got to his story.

We just know they are special among the mysteries, they are the oldest ones, Kako and Mirai are made of gears and a human has a seat in it.

I am pretty sure Teru had this conversation with Akane here because he knows the clock keepers are special.

The two mysteries being the more visible here being the god of death and the clock keepers.

It's also the only mystery Hanako didn't want to destroy right away because they could be useful. All mysteries had their yorishiro destroyed/were planned to be destroyed once they got students in danger. (expect for Tsuchigomori who just, accepted it as a precaution rip) The clock keepers are the only ones who got a free pass on this even after getting the whole school involved.

Their powers are just above a lot of the others, and everyone know how useful it can be, so once again why aren't they using it?

Not caring about their yorishiro is also super strange. Especially when the one the most against Hanako's plan to destroy the yorishiros in the manga is Kako.

A mystery has to choose a yorishiro to be a proxy of the gods, to be able to have this status.

They have to choose a yorishiro so they don't run away from the job, it's the thing the most important to them so they would never destroy it. They have to protect it. Teru assuming they don't care is just so so strange. Why wouldn't they? That's the whole point of what a yorishiro is! They even hide it in one of them as an extra precaution! A lot of things go against what has been established before for yorishiros it's just plain out suspicious.

Kako and Akane are also really really duty centered characters. Akane will do a job even if he doesn't want to if he is asked to do it and Kako is the one being represented as the observator over the mysteries to see if they are respecting their sworn duty.

I also don't know what to think about their yorishiro for now. What does it open? A door to another room? Is it to protect something? Is it to activate another automaton? Can it be related somehow to the old clock keeper of the present? (delulu land again)

Idk I am really curious. I really hope we won't have the answer right away though, they were defeeated way too quickly and I hope they have more stuff to them. We got Hakubo's and Sumire's story and a part of the Yugi twins beforec their yorishiro got destroyed, so I hope it will be the same for them. That we will have time to get to know them a little bit more.

And after all, neither Nene or Hanako want to destroy any more yorishiro for now, and Tsukasa apparently lost it at the end of the chapter (we can see the hand who had it being empty. But AidaIro has sometimes a problem of coherence with their right and left and objects disappearing and appearing which I can understand with the rythm they have to keep with the manga, so I am not sure)

I have a lot of fears about this tbh, because maybe AidaIro will just give us the reason why they are weak rn and continue the story without explaining anything about them, not giving them the spotlight I think they truly deserve. The worst for me would be they work for Sakura, I really really hope it's not this, but I am really scared :///

So I will go for this for now, even if this is really depressing for me, but I don't want to have my hopes up with how the writing have been really ups and downs since the start of this arc (the only good chapter for me being chapter 108).

I am still really intrigued by what is Akane's real duty and why is he so reluctant to do it but still does it? Why Akane said they had to do the trials now? Honestly I have a lot of questions and I know no matter what happens, the clock keepers make me super sad (in a good way) and happy at the same time. And this last chapter with Mirai and Akane was a blast (I am actually writing a whole document on them rn it's long I will link it later ahah)

I also wonder if any of the clock keepers can use the others' clocks or not? Does this mean like Kako can go full OP while using all three powers at the same time? (let's go grandpa give us everything) I am curious since they are a mystery where having an object is important for their powers (Kako and Mirai being able to use their with bare hands because they have their clocks on them, I can be wrong about it though)

We are also left with only Akane as n°1 rn and idk what it will mean for him.

So yes full of fears, but also I know I will find crumbs to go delulu on :DD I would try to stay full positive but with the focus being on Tsukasa and on how secondary characters rn are mostly as 'objects for the plot' (I mean, look at Nene :')) I can't really ://

But be sure, I will forever love the clock keepers even if the plots are not respecting them

#toilet bound hanako kun #I really need to talk about the copy pasted dying Mirai because this is SENDING me #why are you doing this to my girl AidaIro #I am sorry I lost the ask I am an idiot :'))#fortunately I had it like this dsjds #the three clock keepers #are once again rotating in my head non stop #mirai #aoi akane #kako #jshk #jibaku shonen hanako kun spoilers #tbhk #ramblings #idk if I have ever showed it much but I am batshit insane in general about Time and pray for Mari because she has to witness it every month #this is also one of the reason I love them #tbhk analysis #the way I made them in one of my au in 2020 was actually A LOT like what we have now and I am dying

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Please, ma’am, may I request the most dirtiest smut you could ever write for könig x fem!reader/gn!reader?

It started with them being close friends (there’s sexual tension), then, at some point during a mission, könig couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to make a move on the reader (Reader reciprocate).

The rest is all up to you.

I’m not sure if you write for FemReader or GnReader. Please feel free to ignore this if you feel it’s too much. Tysm !!

you made me feel shexy with that ma'am....eydkjw but yes I'll try my best at this.

BABYDOLL - König nsfw

for context: you are aprox 26, a medic above all but also a specialists in warfare and interrogation. (you're so cool bestie!)

when we get to the spicy part: imagine the sounds of moonxx type of whimpers and what not. (BABYDOLL- Ari Abdul)

warning: smut, 18+ only. NSFW, MINORS DNI

F!Reader!

A friendship with König was never easy. It had taken 6 years for you two to be in such position.

It all started when Price had you reassigned to Kortac, he knew they needed a medic more than his team did. So you packed your stuff and off you went. It was difficult to make friends, you were far more shy than anyone had expected you to be. Always at the infirmary or your room. When everyone else ate together at chow hall, you found yourself back in your office, alone and with dozens of paperwork. Only time you talked was when at the field and with patients. König had been wanting to speak to you, but he always thought you were out of his league. His teammates always knew he had a thing for you, it was just a matter of time.

The way your uniform complimented your silhouette had driven this man crazy. 3 months with the team and he finally spoke to you. "You are lucky that knife didn't penetrate your skin any deeper." you were mentioning as your hands closed his wound. You were so close to him, it made him nervous.

"Sorry...I'm not much of a talker." you said as silence filled the room. "Me neither." he mentioned. "At least we have a thing in common huh" you smiled, eyes never looking up at him. "Konig, is it okay if I ask, how did you get this?" you finally looked up. Doe, innocent tired eyes of yours. Gosh you were going to be the death of this man. He chuckled. "what?" you innocently asked, "its König"

and for 15 minutes he taught you how to say his name, his excuse was easy, his reason wasn't so innocent. When he had left the infirmary, he kept thinking of how your lips moved when you would say his name. He soon felt his pants getting tighter, god was he in for a good one.

He did what he knew best, he headed to his room and jerked off, the only image that helped him was you, how your tits would bounce as you rode him. Your sweet lips moaning his name, his hand became a mess, but he continued, he whined, whimpered and moaned your name. "Can't take any more mommy,,,,please r/n...." his whimpers filling the empty room. He cummed twice. It would've been more, but someone knocked on his door.

----

And for 5 years his routine was the same. Talk to you, hear you say his name, and eventually touch himself. Even when you all had a holiday and went separate ways, this man would always touch himself because of you.

He had grown protective of you, always near you, he would get hurt just so you could touch him. Your soft and warm hands on him. Looking up at smiling, your height difference was very noticeable. He a 2.08m (6'10'') soldier and a 1.67m(5'6'') medic. He never knew he had kinks, until you. He wanted to try everything in the book with you.

----

You and him became close friends after that first encounter. Everyone always joked around and called you his girl. "König, your girl needs help." "where's your boy toy r/n" Roze, always teased. Knowing you also hid a secret only she knew. "Oh, there he goes. Better go fetch your giant." gosh did she annoy you with that.

----

Once you had all reached your entry points, the fight begun. He had become a monster the moment the bullets when flying your way. "Liebling, are you hurt?" his eyes never leaving his scope. "no, you?" "m'fine." he answered.

After hours of this man running and watching you go around hoping your other teammates, he ran exhausted. You were standing still when a bullet flew past you. He pulled you down and held you close to him. His body warm, his chest rising and falling too quickly. "Liebling?" "m'fine" adrenaline making it's way through you.

13 Hours on the field, and 2 hours on a helicopter. That was the only time he hadn't thought of your naked body on his.

And after much work you all reached base, everyone voted to debrief in the morning. But you had to treat wounds, while finishing on Horangi, König walked in. "got time for one more?" you turned to him, "always" you smiled. Kim, soon left the room and back to his, to rest.

"So where are you hurt?" "right here" he pointed to his thighs. "alright, I'm going to ask you to take you pants off" you laughed at this. "what s'funny?" "Haven't even taken you out on a date and nd I'm already asking tough questions" you answered. He chuckled, you blushed.

"kiss me then" he quickly let out, your eyes looked at his.

"You'll kiss me back right? don't want to be doing all the dirty work" you joked around.

"yes."

He held you by your sides. "I need you to kiss me r/n." this time he whispered. But you froze, was this a joke? a cruel prank from roze?

Before you said anything his hand landed on the back of your head, your lips soon intertwined. He never, not once let go. Soon the once decent kiss turned sloppy then lust took over. You started to feel your nipples get hard. "König," you softly moaned as his mouth trailed to your neck. "yes," he answered not stopping once. "I need you to touch me."

His eyes looking up at you. Your pupils dilated as his eyes gave away his smile. His hands slowly traveled to your shirt, he unclipped your bra and threw it aside. His hands lifted your shirt and he soon cupped your breasts. He licked, bit and kissed them. He lifts his masks just enough for you to see his tongue piercing. By then your panties were soaked. He soon unzipped your pants, his hands making way down to your sweet cunt.

You moaned. He kissed his way down to your soaked panties. "Ready?"

This had escalated soon, you thought. But was is life if not fun?

He soon removed your pants, leaving you all exposed to his eyes. "I have been dreaming about this" he raspy voice against your skin. You spotted his growing erection. His tongue swirled around you. He sucked and bit the sensitive parts, that had been sending you over the edge. "Fuck,,fuck, yes, please don't stop." your please feeding this mans ego. "What is that schatz?"

"don't stop König!" your moans taking over.

one finger turned to two. His hands bringing you waves of pleasure. soon you felt a forming in your stomach. You back arched, you were so close to your climax when he suddenly stopped. You immediately opened your eyes.

"not going to let you cum until I do" he said as he removed his clothes. "Fuck" you whispered as you watched him undress him self. You started playing with yourself. He soon removed your hands "I touch you" his eyes staring at yours. You nodded.

He fingers you and every time you are close, he stops and kisses you.

"ready for me?" he asks. You nod. "I need words" he demands. "Yes"

He slowly watched you as he made his way inside you. Your eyes rolled back, mouth open spitting moans. "oh god" you moaned. He was so big. Thicker than you'd expect him to be. You knew he had to be big, considering his height, but not this thick.

"its not god who has you feeling this way liebling" he said as his thrusts started to become a little deeper. "oh König, yes, please go faster!" you begged and moaned.

"you sure?" he asked not wanting his size to hurt you. "Please" you barely answered. He thrusted and moaned as his member parted your legs over and over.

This time you were close, you gripped on the sheets and arched your back. "Come for me" he finally gave you permission. And you came on him. His member dripping with your juices. "Fuck!" you exclaimed. "thats it schatz, good girl." he caressed your face, he thrust becoming sloppier. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your mouth, sucking on his thumb. Then you placed it on your neck. Moaning and he went deeper, you felt he was soon about to release his cum in you.

But he pulled out, "on your knees" you obeyed. "open your mouth for me ja?" you nodded, your eyes looking at his, you mouth wide open. He smacked his member on your tongue. Then when you least expected it, he placed himself inside your mouth. His hangs buried deep in your head. He guided you and you took him in, what couldn't fit in your mouth was placed in your hands.

He soon came, making you choke as the liquid dripped from your mouth to your chin, then your breast. He whimpered as he exited your mouth. Once you swallowed some of his ✨juices ✨, he made you stand up. "let me kiss you again, ja?" You nod, your face dripping some of him.

A/n: thank you for being patient anon!

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nctstar · 4 months

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Hello! I saw that your requests are opened. Can you please write something or a smut with Doyoung siren? It sounds so incredible in the beginning of golden age 🤯

hi! I know this is SOO late but I'm still getting used to this whole request thing...hopefully will be much better at it next year :) anyway, I think it's probably different to what you envisioned but it does involve siren Doyoung so :D

the girl of the Surface

I leant over to kiss Doyoung on the cheek. Sure enough, the skin on his face felt wet against my lips, and he tasted like salt. When I pulled away, his cheeks were flushed deep orange.

“May I see you again, Doyoung.” I walked away after that, not knowing this was the start of an endless story, a loop, if you will.

pairing: siren!doyoung x fem!reader

other members: the 127 members :)

word count: 3k

genre: low fantasy, smut

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni! yes the sexual content is between sirens and humans so if that makes you uncomfy then don't read, penetrative sex, riding, kissing, fingering, profanity (use of the f word mainly)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. I'm also not a siren expert so feel free to educate me kindly if I'm wrong about certain things - I did do some research for this but there's obviously a lot out there on stuff like this

a/n: honestly i'm a bit iffy about the quality of this - I feel like it's not my best writing but I'm still eager to get this out bc I feel like it's intriguing at the least. I feel like subconsciously I adapt my writing style to suit whoever I'm reading rn - and rn I'm reading the starless sea so I tried to be more whimsical - but reading back on this I don't think I can pull off this style like queen erin morgenstern can so...anyway it's a work in progress :D also completely forget about golden age oops

also let's just say the jungwoo alien fic walked so this one could run lmao

Every day, Doyoung sneaked away to meet the girl of the Surface.

That’s what everyone else called her, like she owned the place. Nobody knew her name, voice, what she wore or even what she carried. The outlines of her face and body were always blurry, just out of focus.

He wasn’t supposed to go see her. Not on the first day, and definitely not on the days after that.

Doyoung mainly spent most of his days cooped up in his bedroom, nose buried in the pages of a book, words swimming around in his head at all hours of the day. While his siblings rushed here and there, tails flapping and knocking knick-knacks off the makeshift shelves he had built, gossiping about the latest happenings at the market, he travelled the world in his head. Not just the one below, but above the Surface.

Many nights were spent awake, wondering, what is so bad about the Surface?

One night, way before he had ventured above and first laid eyes on her, excited shouts had awoken him from a floaty slumber, and he swam out of his house to find the body of a human male falling through the water, his white shirt billowing out of his body, one shoe coming off his feet, threatening to be lost in the depths of the water.

His brother, Jaehyun, nudged him. “Hey.”

He nodded, acknowledging his presence, but his eyes never left that shoe, not until it fell off completely and started to float away. At the same time, he watched the water around the body stain red, spreading quickly like he imagined paint would on canvas. Above the Surface, of course.

“You think this is how it is above the Surface?”

“Like what?” His brother was eating already. Not the human – well, not yet, anyway.

“Do they also feed on-“

“Hey! Doyoung! Get over here. We need more sirens.”

∞

The day after that, Doyoung and Jaehyun were initiated and sent up for the very first time.

“Hyung, how are you moving so easily with these things?” Jaehyun rubbed his sides in annoyance, wincing when his fingers met the quickly hardening ridges of fins. “I can’t believe I’m going to have this for the rest of my life.”

Doyoung was quiet, the swish-swish of his body travelling upwards, closer towards the Surface. His thoughts were flooded, the voices of the other sirens refusing to settle in his brain. Do not rise above the Surface.

But the people in the books, with their dances and songs – different to the ones he knew. Songs that inspired, that brought peace, that declared love.

Not songs that represented betrayal, violent ends for the ones who dared to stop and listen.

Would he be able to hear those songs?

“It’ll be fun. You know,” He caught up to Doyoung now, arms brushing as they swam in sync. “the others said you can have fun with them before the song ends.”

Doyoung looked at his younger brother, whose eyes were glinting with something akin to pride, or mischief. “What kind of fun?”

Jaehyun smiled at him. “Remember that time Johnny-hyung made that huge thing crash, and it had hundreds of humans on it? Well, he said he had a lot of fun that day.”

“It’s called a ship.” Doyoung looked ahead as the water began to lighten, signalling their arrival. “Those huge things are ships.”

“Okay…” He trailed off, frowning slightly before getting distracted by his new fins again, now fully hard and sharp enough to cut the skin of his hands if he pressed down too hard. “Anyway, we can always hope for people on the shore too. In fact, they say there’s a human who lives on the shore of the land nearby.”

“What land?” Doyoung watched the rays of the light source above, the sun as the humans called it, let beams of light strike through the water. They moved on their own accord, freely, like how he pictured the legs of the dancers as they moved to music above the Surface.

“Hyung it’s called an island, actually.” Jaehyun smirked, teasingly flicking his tail against Doyoung. The pressure of the fins in his sides started to push into his chest, making him feel a little lightheaded. A human…on an island? Above the Surface?

“Yeah, well, it’s kind of a legend. Like, legend has it she exists, but she never responds to a siren’s call.”

Something turned in Doyoung’s stomach. “She doesn’t…” he whispered, looking down, thoughts plaguing him.

“Yeah. They tried everything, but…not a single time did she even step closer, or indicate she was affected by the call. Hyung, they even,” Jaehyun grabbed Doyoung’s arm, letting his body float around to face him. “rose above the Surface. A siren-hyung was desperate. And then-“

“And then what?”

“He was never seen again.” For a moment it was silent, Jaehyun’s eyes staring unblinking into his own. Then, his torso erupted in fits of laughter, the fins in his sides uncomfortably moulded to his shaking body. “I can’t believe you fell for that, Hyung.” Doyoung sighed, shrugging off the arms of his younger brother. Above him, the sun burned ferociously, the water lining the edge of the Surface getting lighter.

∞

I had no idea I would meet Doyoung that day at the shore.

I was expecting a stretch of time with nothing to keep me company but the sounds of the rushing waves and the mess of my own thoughts. But alas, the figure became clearer as I walked barefoot across the sands.

Stopping in my tracks, wanting desperately to have some sort of weapon handy instead of a hefty book (though, a book could easily become a weapon if you try hard enough), I called out, chest feeling tight all of a sudden. “Who are you?”

The man was naked excepting the wrap of brown fabric around his hips, and my eyes ran across the weird lines on the sides of his toned chest. He was completely dry.

He didn’t move, and, I couldn’t see his face yet, so it was a surprise to hear his voice for the first time. Not only because I didn’t expect him to speak, but because his voice came as a deep, sonorous sound right into my ears, as if I had earbuds in and had just hit play.

“My name is Doyoung. I’m a siren.”

I should have turned away immediately, ignored him, or even stayed in place, waiting for him to leave. But instead, I did the worst thing you could ever do in such a situation.

In storybooks, sirens use songs that capture you, much like a physical trap, until you’re so far deep you fail to comprehend what you got yourself into. Yet, Doyoung was silent after he finished speaking, after admitting the sin of his existence.

“Are you serious?” The feeling of his chest was rubbery and wet underneath my fingers, despite him looking completely dry. “How is this-“

“Why did you come to me?”

I looked up at his face. He was handsome, but not in the mysterious way that you would expect a mythical creature. Redness and scars peppered across his skin, eyes furrowed in human-like confusion, legs as long as sundown stretched for on this island. His hair was messy, lips tinted red, parted slightly as if he was really breathing. My hands ached to touch his face, but I held back, not wanting to fondle this random…male specimen I had literally just met any longer.

“You’re the girl of the Surface. Like in the stories.”

You squinted, the sun beating down mercilessly between your bare shoulder blades. Getting nervous ay once under his intense gaze, I toyed with the shell necklace around my neck, averting his gaze. “Um, thanks, I guess. But I’m just, well, I’m _.”

“Legend has it siren calls don’t work on you.” Doyoung kept speaking like a narrator in an old timey film, stating facts rather than working to keep a real conversation going. “You look really blurry all the time, but you seem to take on the form of a human female. A young adult one. In all the decades you’ve been here, no one has been able to take you to the seas. You’re an enigma. No one can figure you out.”

I paused, my brain refusing to accept any of this information, but my heart warmed with something gentle and forgiving. I leant over to kiss Doyoung on the cheek. Sure enough, the skin on his face felt wet against my lips, and he tasted like salt. When I pulled away, his cheeks were flushed deep orange.

“May I see you again, Doyoung.” I walked away after that, not knowing this was the start of an endless story, a loop, if you will.

∞

Days and days and days later, I lay down on the sand with Doyoung for the first time.

He lay on top of me, and I hooked one arm around his neck, pulling his face near mine so he could kiss me. He did not. Instead, he rocked his hips against mine, and I felt his hard-on against my clothed core, making me whine. Pieces of sand travelled through strands of my hair, settling on my scalp.

Was this wrong?

He sank his teeth into my teeth, making me shake under him. Iron grip around my wrist and arm, he sucked and nipped the skin of my neck, and I cried out in pleasure. “Oh my god, don’t stop, p-please.” He groaned, his nose nestled into the crook of my neck. Letting go of one of my hands, he brought one between my legs, both of us working together to shrug off my bikini bottoms. Fingers nestled inside me all in one go with no warning, I felt the length of his fingers push against my sensitive walls. I bucked my hips upwards, involuntarily letting him travel knuckle deep inside me. When I climaxed, I dug my teeth into the salty skin of his neck. His eyes were closed the entire time.

“Is this wrong?” Ironically, even as he paused, his hard-on pressed urgently against me, as if answering for me. I shook my head, wanting to feel him inside me, wanting no more than to let my mind and body turn into jelly, to be overwhelmed by sensations akin to ones that made my world shake. I kissed him deeply, fingers digging into his scalp. Despite being so obviously turned on, and proceeding to fuck me at inhumane speeds for the next hour, Doyoung didn’t make a single noise the entire time after that.

∞

You couldn’t stop reading, even as the clock on your bedside shone angrily. Beside you, your husband groaned. “Babe.” One hand was slung messily across his eyes, the sheets revealing a slip of stomach and leg as he shuffled, half asleep. “You’re not reading your diary again, are you?”

“Doie, it’s just so cute. I love reading how we met. And what we did.” You brought your face closer to Doyoung’s, his eyes now sharper, even in the dim lights of your shared bedroom. You made sure the moonlight hit the curve of your hips and ass as you moved to kneel next to him. From his lips to the skin of his face and torso, you watched his body breathe sleepily. So beautiful, you thought.

It had been five years since that day he had crawled out of the water and met you.

Now you were, as Doyoung would say, living life above the Surface, like commoners in a children’s story about witches or pirates. People who fell in love, got married, had babies, then lay to rest on Earth forever.

By some magic, Doyoung was no longer a siren.

But the thought that he might still be one, might still accidentally have trapped you all these years, haunt him.

As you felt Doyoung’s length fully sheath inside you, you frowned, moans spilling senselessly out of your mouth as you rode him. You knew him so well, physically, and emotionally. Leaning over, you kissed him over and over again, the sounds of your hips hitting his pelvis becoming louder as you tried to reach your high. “Shhh…baby…you’re perfect. ” A lone tear slid down his face as he stared into your eyes, as if they were endless voids and not the eyes of his beloved wife. He began to whimper, and the sound of him shaking as he came made you reach your high too, slumping over him as you heaved. “Fuck yes.” You noisily kissed him as your hips began to bounce again, making him throw his head back and moan loudly.

“H-how can this be real?” The ceiling was warping into swirls, and the air was getting hotter. The weight of your thighs that pressed against the sides of his hips were beginning to fade away, and he felt paralysed. Distant voices wafted into the room, as if a filter was suddenly being lifted. Someone shouting his name. He pressed his eyes closed, tight, his hips stuttering as he came down from his second high.

You were gone. But for some reason, he could still feel the smooth surface of the shell that hung from your neck tickle against his neck, as if you were still there on top of him.

“HYUNG!”

His eyes snapped open. He felt a rush of air. Someone sighing, their blurry figure materialising as he came to. “Fuck, you scared us!”

The sun bore down on his face, and Doyoung felt his skin burning under its unforgiving rays. Despite the ache that yelled angrily through his entire body, he sat up, now faced with the rest of his members. Taeyong squatted next to him, holding a cold waterbottle, droplets riding down the outside surface. “Here. Drink this.”

Johnny’s broad figure towered above him, still hazy, but as his face got closer, his voice became clearer. “Where did she go?”

Doyoung frowned, and Johnny matched his expression. Everyone was silent, Doyoung shakily responding. “What are you talking about?” Taeyong tapped him, bringing the bottle closer to his lips.

As the ice-cold liquid rushed down to his stomach, Doyoung was awash with a new sense of clarity. He physically shuddered, as hidden memories of the past five years came to light. His face dropped, his eyes filled with horror. “W-where is she? The girl?”

“As I said, she left after she saw me. It was strange…” Johnny paused, and then pressed his lips together, looking down. The others were silent, and Doyoung whipped his head to all of them. They were all holding back. “What is it?”

Taeyong rested one hand on Doyoung’s bare shoulder, making him flinch. Nodding apologetically, he continued. “She looked vastly different to all of us.”

Jaehyun scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure this is all an elaborate prank, Hyung. This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Hyung.” The maknae spoke, looking genuinely scared. Yuta patted him gently, as if silently agreeing with his next words. “Jaehyun-hyung saw Taeyong-hyung.”

“I wasn’t there, I swear.” Taeyong lifted both his hands up, his eyes watery and confused. “I swear to you guys.”

“Well, I saw Sarah. From my high school.”

“The girl that you lo-“ Doyoung stopped. Icicles formed in his stomach, the realisation making him sick. “Oh my god.”

“I saw Lavender, Doyoung.” He didn’t need that confirmation, but Taeyong’s voice was shaky now. “I saw her, clear as day. But…there was something off about her. I know this sounds crazy, but, she…she didn’t seem like herself.”

“But…whoever we saw,” Jaehyun still seemed skeptical, side-eyeing Johnny. “They all ran away after the first glance.”

Taeyong’s face was reddened by the harsh sun as Doyoung sat frozen in shock.

“Did she – or he – leave anything behind?”

As the words left his mouth, Doyoung’s hands were already inside the pocket of his pants. He let his fingers run over the shell in his pocket as the rest of the boys muttered their answers.

The words were becoming background noise, his thoughts all-encompassing, consuming him like water on a cold swim. He stood up, much to the surprise of the others. “I’m fine, guys. Meet you at the car? I’ll just be a few minutes.”

He would’ve found another way, even if his members hadn’t reluctantly left him that day at the beach. After all, you had left the necklace in his pocket for a reason. You loved him. You weren’t tricking him. You let him live because you loved him.

“Welcome home, baby.”

Right?

∞

To you, the stories had always fascinated you. The people of the Surface, with their friendly songs and parties, and stupid, blind trust in things that looked like them.

Especially things that looked like desirable women.

It quickly became your life’s mission to have as many as you could, not to share, never…to share. No, this was all for yourself. Nobody else got the Surface like you did. Nobody could scan and hunt on dry land like you did. You were always one step ahead, always planning your next move. In fact, the cute little maknae on the beach today was next on your radar.

But Doyoung…Doyoung was so much fun.

And what is it that they always said?

Oh right.

You’re allowed to have a little bit of fun…until the song ends, of course.

The song was almost over for Doyoung. Despite everything, you were starting to feel…bad, something you had read about in human books. Guilt. You wanted to give him a chance, a chance to walk away, because he honestly seemed like a good human. But obviously, he liked you too much to forget so easily.

You forgot that humans could be naïve like that.

At least you tried. Now, as the sun set on the horizon, it was almost time to head home. You were quickly getting bored, and tired of singing for the day.

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turbulentscrawl · 5 months

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Identity(V) Headcanons: Andrew Kreiss

This one is not a request, just the next in line for my general HCs! As usual, if you like my stuff, feel free to shoot me a request.

-Andrew is a very hot-and-cold person. Mostly cold. …Like 85% cold. But it’s hard to blame him when life’s given him nothing to really have faith in. Once upon a time he still believed that good people existed, but his faith just waned and waned, and that’s long been relegated to fantasy. It’s incredibly difficult to breach his hardened emotional walls now.

-He made a conscious decision to not care about others’ wellbeing years ago so he’s largely indifferent to happenings that don’t involve himself. He’s not interested in looking out for or helping people, defending or comforting them. He does his share of good when he puts them in the ground, and that ought to be enough. And if he takes them out again later…well, if souls are real they’re surely long gone, right?

-Everyone knows he’s got a nasty mouth, right? Andrew was rarely spoken to kindly when he was growing up, and he learned to take those words and turn them back on people to keep them away. If he was always going to be accused of being cursed or demonic or whathaveyou, why should he bother with decorum? He cusses regularly and has called people every cruel name under the sun at some point. The worst of it is reserved for retaliation against people who start talking shit first.

-Andrew is not a weak man. He’s tall and athletic, and he’s adept with a heavy-duty shovel. That is to say, he’s more than capable of defending himself. He strongly prefers to avoid physical confrontation, but he has spent years throwing around bodies and I can assure you it really makes no difference to him whether they still draw breath.

-When he does get along with someone, the old habits die hard. Andrew spends a lot of conversation time still tripping over his own tongue, rephrasing harsh things he says out of instinct to try and be gentler, and then getting visibly angry with himself. (He is also not great at hiding his emotions.) He’s constantly afraid that he’s going to run off the good things he has and be back to square one.

-In an effort to…make up for? Cover up? those snaps he can’t hold back, Andrew sometimes rambles for long stretches. These don’t happen in front of groups, but during one-on-one time with his loved ones. He’ll get onto some topic he’s familiar with (or not, if he’s desperate enough) and just run his mouth off like he’s trying to lure you away from a trap with a treat. He’s not above shoving an actual apology treat at people either, if one is available.

-While not always the best at communicating his thoughts, Andrew is very philosophical under the surface. He’s had a lot of alone time to think over the years, and he’s analyzed every angle he could come up with to rationalize and understand his lot. He would really enjoy having a friend or partner who is up for those deep, 2-am conversations about the meaning of life and the universe. His own views lean towards the despondent, but he’d like to hear something more optimistic too.

-Even when close with someone, Andrew doesn’t initiate many conversations. Unlike some of the other introverts in the manor, this isn’t because he’d rather be left alone but because he secretly likes when they seek him out. You coming to him is a very simple reminder that his company is enjoyable and desired.

-The best Love Language for Andrew is probably Quality Time. He would like any of them if it came from someone he genuinely learned to love and trust, but Quality Time is what you’d need to reach that cherished place in his heart. Andrew acts prickly as a defense mechanism, and he needs someone who’s willing to endure his snappiness and show him they wouldn’t prefer to spend their time and energy on someone else.

-Andrew is the type to admire things silently. He gives compliments very sparingly, so when he does give them you know he really means it.

-He is plagued by back and shoulder pains. It’s mostly from his profession, standing hunched over for hours on end, and it’s affected even his resting posture now. He doesn’t just curl in on himself as an anxiety thing, he is sore. Can the Baron please invite a chiropractor next? A masseuse? …Yoga instructor?

-He’s mostly nocturnal at this point. (The manor’s scheduling has messed that up, though.) It’s not just sun-sensitivity, but that he usually worked after sundown when people wouldn’t be around the graveyard to see him.

-He loves a good homecooked meal! The best foods are the ones prepared by someone who loves you, so he’d choose a mediocre dish at home to the fanciest restaurants in the world.

#idv x reader #identity v #identity v x reader #andrew kreiss #idv gravekeeper #andrew kreiss x reader #turbulentscrawl

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archivalofsins · 7 months

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Q6: Is there a prisoner you aren’t fond of?

Kazui: To be honest, that'd be Kashiki-chan as well. She shows me things I’m not that fond of seeing.

TL;DR: Kazui is the type that states he was lying to protect others, Yuno is the type who'd say, "I was just being honest" in the face of those she's hurt. Despite being incredibly similar, they were bound to rub each other the wrong way at times because the way they execute things and conduct themselves is so fundamentally different.

It's really not surprising to me that Kazui answered, "Is there a prisoner he's not fond of?" with Kashiki, Yuno. Even though they are the most similar, they are also the antithesis of each other when it comes to implementation.

Yuno believes that, above all, it's more important to be honest to herself. Regardless of if that hurts her or those around her. She won't be bothered to deal with things she doesn't want to or smile for others when she doesn't feel like smiling.

A mindset that she has in a way pushed on others within Milgram including Kazui himself.

20/08/02

Mahiru: Yeah, I’m asking for what you like in the opposite sex! I mean, with a lifestyle like this we have a lot of free time, right? So earlier when I was talking with all the other girls we got onto the topic! It’s not often you get a chance like this to live with a mix of men and women together, so I thought it might be nice to use the chance to talk about stuff like this in preparation for when we leave.

Kazui: Ah…… Haha, I understand. I can see that’d be the sort of thing girls your age would be interested in, huh. How peaceful. What I like in the opposite sex… I don’t know if what I say will really be a good reference for you…… Ah, you know, since I’m at this age. I like a girl who can just smile free of worries. Seeing that’d make my old, tired heart feel young again.

Yuno: Uh-huh, I see, I see. ……that’s a total lie, right?

Kazui: Haha…… Give me a break here. You sure don’t make things easy for people, Kashiki-chan.

Because Yuno can't understand why someone else would bother with lying or putting on airs for the comfort of others or even themselves. She'd rather things be out in the open for what they are instead of needing to label them as good or bad.

This is something she tries to enforce with others she's interested in or views slightly favorably as well regardless of whether she recognizes she's doing it or not.

20/07/08

Yuno: Hey, Mikoto-san. Don’t you get tired being so conscious of others all the time? I mean, you’re free to do what you want, though.

Mikoto: Eh…… Aha, what are you talking about?I’m not being conscious or anything. It’s normal to make sure to get along with everyone, right? I mean, when you put it like that, aren’t you the same, Yun-chan? You’re always smiling and getting on with everyone, too.

Yuno: I don’t smile unless I actually want to. But with you, when you’re talking with other people it’s more like you only smile deliberately. So I kept thinking, don’t your cheeks get tired? Ah, is this just what happens when you become a working adult? ……you see people like that sometimes.

Mikoto: Haha, you don’t mince your words do you. …….that was never my intention, but now that you mention it, yeah, I guess I do. This might’ve been since I started my job too…… But like, if I was rude to everyone I met, all my efforts would come to nothing, right?

Her thought process probably being this person is alright, but they'd be better if they stopped concerning themselves with the thoughts of others or even their own and just did what they wanted to do. Because through not regarding anyone's feelings even hers Yuno has been able to free herself from needing to interrogate whether her actions are good or bad and instead just look at them as things she did that cannot be changed.

This is why she's so quick to draw to attention that Kazui lies to protect himself, but she does it for nothing. Because no one is important to her, not even herself. By removing herself and others from that discussion, she doesn't have to face the thought that these things did matter to her and influence her choices.

Because taking those things into consideration would ultimately ammount to labeling her choices or the outcome of them as good or bad. Something that could lead to regrets. Which,

Q.17 Do you have anything you regret?

Yuno: Regretting things achieves nothing, don’t you think?

If Kazui said the truth is what killed someone, Yuno's very existence embodies that idea. Along with her constant subtle pushing for individuals whom she probably likes to be more honest with themselves. Yuno to Kazui is a daily reminder of the harm being too honest can cause.

It's Yuno because even though I doubt she's being this way with any ill intent, she can be too forward and pushy when it comes to others living in an honest way. Because she believes that being honest and true to herself is what's most important regardless of her or anyone else's feelings/safety.

Just like her namesake implies,

Q.04 What’s the origin of your name?

Yuno: It means to be kind and true to myself.

[TN: Literal meaning of the kanji 優 (yu) and 乃 (no) respectively which make up her name.]

Kazui is shown to dislike this approach of doing things within his second trial voice drama. He also calls Yuno out for being uncaring and self-absorbed during her birthday. Asking why she's helping Shidou care for Mahiru despite her seeming generally disinterested in the well-being and safety of those around her. He's very forward about it or as forward as he can be. He recognizes that Yuno is cold and inconsiderate towards everyone in the pursuit of living in a way true to herself.

So, even though they are the most similar, they are also the most different. Just like in regards to Futa and Kotoko.

To put it very simply, Kazui is the type that claims he was lying to protect others, Yuno is the type who'd say, "I was just being honest" in the face of those she's hurt. Making them both very similar but incredibly likely to rub each other the wrong way at times.

#milgram #kazui mukuhara #yuno kashiki

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lazyflan · 2 years

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Hi!! Can i request some jealousy hcs for Riddle, Azul, and Vil when MC keeps getting confessions from RSA students (but ofc MC rejects them politely). Em hella thirsty for some jealousy stuff :'00

...Hi

Please don't kill me for dissapearing from the twst scene for almost a whole year?

But I'm back on my bulshit, so for anyone who remembers this blog, welcome back, if y'all are new, the masterlist and rules are on my profile ;)

Rn I'm centering on not nsfw stuff bc I'm mostly writing at my uni and I'm no /that/ shameless yet, but feel free to drop some requests,

Anywayyys, this is wayyyy too late, sorry about that, but if anyone is still craving jealous bois here I am back ;)

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Riddle:

-He may think he is above being jealous, but the moment he sees someone confessing to you it’s over for him.

-He usually sees the NRC vs RSA feud from afar, he would rather not involve himself with it, but the fact that its specifically RSA students confessing have him considering his stand on the matter.

-The breathing exercises he was taught after his overblot is the only thing stopping him from raging and offing someone’s head.

-Might try to keep you close to scare everyone else who dares to even think about confessing.

-May pout a little, maybe be a little cold to you after witnessing some confessions, but he rationally knows it’s not your fault, give him something sweet (preferably your own cooking or Trey’s) and he will just huff and take your hand shyly.

Azul:

-Our boy may put a tough front, but he is still very insecure about your relationship, expect small gifts to start appearing around, he wants to make sure you know he loves you.

-He might start taking you out more often to dates, both to consent you and to show everyone that you already have a boyfriend.

-Make sure he knows you love him too tho, unless you want a sad and pouty octopus in your hands.

-He also may use his contracts to prevent more people to confess.

-And if there are many boys asking you out, expect the tweels to make an appearance as personal guards thanks to Azul.

-The RSA as a whole may suffer a little bit thanks to Azul scheming, only enough for those RSA guys to stop coming.

Vil:

-On one side he is proud, of course everyone is falling for you, your natural beauty has to be adored.

-On the other side, he is slightly jealous, he knows you love him, and he will not shy away of loudly proclaiming you dating status with him but seeing the amount of people who confess despite knowing you are already dating gets on his nerves.

-Those RSA boys are not even in your league, how do they dare to even try?

-He will make sure to spend more time with you and shoo everyone who dares to try to get close if needed.

-And if Rook is tasked to hunt the people Vil misses, well, only both of them will ever know about it.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst x reader #twst riddle #twst azul #twst vil

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frannyzooey · 9 months

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Hi Kelli! Tumblr errored out while I was sending this the first time so I think it didn’t go through but if you did in fact already get this feel free to ignore the duplicate! (Damn you, tumblr)

I really appreciated reading your thoughts on age gap a little while ago and had a follow up question for you. What are your thoughts on the idea I see circulating sometimes that age gap fics are alienating to folks who don’t want to read them or feel like they can’t identify with it? I never see myself as “reader” personally, but I know some folks do and would never want to perpetuate a problem or make anyone’s experience in fandom less cozy or welcoming. It’s definitely something that makes me nervous to post any of my writing (even the majority non-age gap stuff) especially in the Pedro fandom space, and I know the argument that everyone curates their own space and can choose not to read something probably applies here, but it still makes me hesitate.

I did not get this ask the first time! *shakes fist at tumblr*

FYI: the other ask, for reference ❤

So, I have not come across this particular sentiment but I have seen my fair share of hate on age gap for various reasons, and I wanna touch on a couple things in this ask because you are being so brilliantly vulnerable sending it in ❤

First off: the main thing I write is age gap: Weeknights, In the Dark, The Secret, Dave/Nanny, Dave/Intern, SDLN. Now let me tell you something else: I am 38 years old.

You would think that I wouldn't be able to identify myself in those stories because of my age: I'm not in college, I'm not in my 20's, I'm not some young, pretty thing. I also don't want to envision myself as a younger person, I also have nothing against aging and it's not because I secretly loathe older women.

It's the dynamic.

In truth, I find them soothing/cathartic to write about/read because they describe something that was missing for me at not only that age, but to some extent now as well: care.

To read about a situation in which an older person cares for and desires the younger one: that is something I seek out because I like it. I'm soothed by it, it's my favorite daydream, it's a situation that I have always been drawn to. I have always been attracted to someone experienced in the ways of the world taking care of me, in whatever form that takes shape in.

Will everyone in the fandom find it soothing? No. In fact, some might be triggered by it, or have their own life experiences that tell them it's inherently wrong, or like you stated above, for whatever reason they just don't identify with the desire to read about it.

However - I do. I'm not everyone, and I get that, but I write (and consume) for me, and for (hopefully) others who are like me to enjoy.

The act of sharing your work is a very vulnerable thing, and to pair that with posts about how some people will never be able to identify with the things you want to write about in a very shame filled manner of speech makes it even more scary, and I get that.

I really do, I've felt it and it’s a hard thing to have to see and feel.

However, in order to post online in any fandom, you sort of just have to say "self, this is important to me, so fuck it."

They can read it, or they can not: that's up to them. If they don't identify with it, then they can go seek out other media that they do identify with. If they don't like it, that's not on you. There are plenty of stories in which I don't identify with the reader for various reasons, but I either enjoy the fics for different aspects of the story, or I scroll on by.

I have a lot of opinions/theories on why people make posts like that but I won't bore you - at the end of the day, you create the content you want to consume, and don't let anyone make you feel bad about it. ❤

#age gap ask #if you want to chat about this more #DM me!#I’m very passionate about it lol

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hellhue · 2 years

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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒊 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ⋆ steve harrington x reader

wc: 3.6k

summary: you can’t stop thinking about steve after that night in the upside down, and you aren’t sure if you want to. part 2 to hidden keepsakes

tags: frenemies to fwb to ??, p in v, unprotected sex, mid smut, weird tentacle/vine stuff (<- im so sorry about that one, it’s brief i swear!)

tw: vomit mention, weird tentacle/vine stuff

minors dni 18+ below cut

The knots in your stomach twisted and warped while you watched Steve help Nancy, jealousy eating through stomach lining as his fingers brushed against her. Your eyes bounced back and forth between the two, noticing the accidental touches, lingering brushes, how his eyes never left her face as she made her way through the portal cemented on the trailer ceiling.

“What’s that look for?”

His question startled you, drawing you from your simmering haze, so lost in your head you hadn’t noticed that Nancy was safely on the other side, joining everyone else as they stared down at you, judgment in their eyes while they waited.

Play it cool.

“There’s no look.” you spat defensively, mentally face palming at the failed attempt of nonchalance.

You reached for the bedsheets in front of you, twisting your hands into them before anything worse tumbled from your lips.

“And don’t go getting all handsy with me like you did Nance,” your brows furrowed, eyelids pinching closed tightly. Seriously?

It wasn’t for lack of trying, it wasn‘t your intention to make things even more awkward after you just had weird drugged upside down sex about 20 minutes ago.

“I don’t need your help.” you added on autopilot, for good measure. It felt like your brain was still scrambled, unable to control the venomous tone smothering your words.

Okay, babe, time to get out of here. Now.

“Wh- no one got handsy with anyone.” Steve guarded, ignoring the way you flinched from him in spite as he reached for you.

You huffed in response, attempting to pull yourself up the rope, wanting to get far away from his brown eyes and that stupid little curl that bounced over his forehead.

Hey…” he trailed off, his voice gentle as he reached for you again, one hand tugging at the hem of your shirt by the small of your back, the other covering yours on the bedsheet as he tried to pry your hands from their white knuckled grip, “don’t be like that.”

You let him loosen your fingers, instantly melting into his touch, his warmth chasing your coldness away, sending shivers down the nape of your neck as you thawed. His fingers twined between yours, and he used the grasp to anchor your body into his, unbothered by the prying eyes above.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, gesturing to the dark outline of your friends from over his shoulder, all of them peering curiously at how touchy Steve was being with you. This was far from playing it lowkey.

“I don’t really care.” he shrugged his shoulders, arms wrapping around you as he used his body to push you backwards until you were flat against the vinyl wallboards of the trailer living room.

“Jus’ need one more taste before we leave.” he muttered into the crease of your neck, his lips pressing hot kisses to your skin while one hand trailed down your back, giving your bum a light squeeze before trailing around front to cup the aching core between your legs.

You pulsed as his hand held your heat through the denim, his fingers already prodding at your covered entrance, “don’t think I can take not having this sweet thing on my mouth,” he continued, voice gruff, hips thrusting into the softness of your thigh.

Warmth spread through you at his words, from both the excitement of feeling him against you again and the embarrassment of your friends watching from above. Your heart pounded in your chest like a heavy drum as he rubbed you harder through your jeans, the pleasure already causing your hips to jerk in rhythm with his palm, your head spinning at the fast pace.

He used his free hand to hold your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, holding it in place as he pressed kisses across your jawline until meeting your lips, “what do you say? One more taste?�� he whispered against the plump of your mouth.

You were still, entranced by his touch, overwhelmed by his breath brushing against you. It didn’t take much for you to fold, before all notions of your prying friends left your head, no longer able to even think about stopping his advancements.

And in that moment of weakness you nodded, thoughts swarming on how you’d give Steve anything he asked for as you closed your eyes, shortening the gap, pressing your lips into his. It was softer than before, but growing just as hungry as your lips moved against his.

It went by in chunks, you weren’t sure how or why, if it was the particles still affecting your brain or some other unexplainable variable of this alternate dimension, but suddenly you stood there completely undressed, balancing on one leg, while the other was hooked over Steve’s shoulder, his body settled between them, face deep in your cunt as he lapped at your juices, circling around the small bundle of nerves.

The empty black chunks of your memory was just another thing you couldn’t bring yourself to care about, as you moved your pretty cunt against his face, letting his nose nudge against your special spot. You couldn’t think, could barely breathe between soft oohh's and aahh’s as he chased your sweet taste he was so desperate for, not stopping.

He tongued your insides, dragging between your lips, sucking your folds, sucking your clit. It was overwhelming, it was euphoric, even better than before. His mouth brought you higher than before, and you couldn’t hold off as the coil tightened in your lower tummy, your muscles flexing tightly as your fingers tangled into his thick hair, your legs beginning to tremble as they tried to hold you up, “Steve -ahh, cum- I’m cumming.” you whined, head thrown back against the wall as the coil finally popped and released, your juices covering the lower half of his face as he tried to desperately drink every last drop of your nectar.

And then your legs were suddenly folded tightly against your top, another chunk, you realized as the crook of your knees rested over the center of his elbows, black vines wrapping around your torso two to three times, holding you to the wall, the tips of the vines sliding around your breasts, toying with your pebbled nippes as Steve gyrated his hips forward, his thick mushroom head sliding back and forth between your lips until it caught the edge of your seeping entrance.

You twitched as his curly pubes tickled against your sensitive clit, waiting in anticipation as he slowly pushed upwards, the tip of his dick slowly stretching your hole as he pushed further, and further, inside you. The stretch stung in an appetizing way, and all you could think about was the want for him to be fully inside you, to fill you up until you bursted, and he gave you exactly what you wanted, as his hips finally met yours, his cock fully buried in your entrance.

He sat there for a moment, letting you adjust to his thickness before slowly dragging out, your spongy walls tightening around his length, “god, so fucking tight.” he grunted, before snapping his hips upwards, filling you once again.

You gasped at the tight feeling of him inside you, the collision of his hips against you felt delicious. He kept a steady, average pace, but snapped his hips hungrily, his cock pistoning inside you, while he hunched over to kiss, and gnaw at the bare skin of your shoulder, wanting to devour every possible piece before you were stuck back in Hawkin’s, hating each other, never to touch one another again.

The wetness from your pussy sloshed as he slammed himself in and out of you, you could feel the splashes of your juices splatter against your legs and the bottom of your bum from the force as he held you up, you were nearly folded in half as he pushed his weight against you. Your arms wrapped beneath his shoulders, scraping against his back for any sort of hold as he thrust in your tight hole, his hair bouncing against his forehead, matching the way your tits bounced up and down against your chest, “you make me feel so good, Steve.” you whimpered.

Your words only encouraged him, his pace quickening until his hips were jackhammering into yours. You could feel your thighs tighten at the speed, your climax growing once again as he pounded into you unrelentlessly, like a starving man, “yeah baby, I can feel you tightening around me.” he grunted into your neck, “go ahead and cum, make a pretty little mess all over me.” he egged, his thrust becoming slightly more sloppy as his high nearly reached a tumbling peak.

“Code RED! Code RED!” you heard a loud echo from above, the voice penetrating the rousing bubble between you and Steve, the noise drawing your attention from the pulsing in your core.

“Code RED! Code RED!” it rang again, the voice moving all around you, flying around the circumference of the trailer.

You felt vulnerable, scared, as a red flashing light bursted from above, blinding you as it pulsed over and over, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

You cried for Steve, trying to grasp him closer for protection, or to get him to stop, something, but all you felt was a warm, sticky goop when you made contact. A tight gasp left your lips as you looked down. Steve sat there, his limbs gooey, like freshly poured tar.

“Help me.” he croaked, finally dropping you to the floor as he began to lose his form, the liquid of his former self soaking into the carpet below him.

“Max’s been bugging me about y/n again. Like I’m her keeper? Why am I supposed to know where everyone is at all times?” Dustin complained from the passenger seat of the burgundy BMW, digging through the bag of snacks he and Steve had just acquired from the gas station.

Steve stiffened at the mention of your name, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed the steering wheel tighter, “tell me about it.” He tried to play it off, adding a chuckle to really sell it, but his tone was off, sounding tight, high pitched.

“Steve.. Why do you sound like you’re in pain? Do you know something? Did you do something?” Dustin’s questions became more frantic as he picked up on Steve’s discomfort, his attention fully leaving the plastic bag on his lap as he turned his body towards his older friend, the seatbelt twisting at his neck from the weird angle, “y’know, she did start being super weird ever since you all got back from the upside down.. Do you think Vecna got to her and she doesn’t want to tell anyone?”

“I didn’t do anything to her! And Vecna didn’t get to her.” Steve used his free hand to point at Dustin in frustration before wincing at his tone, he sounded more defensive than he wanted to, and he really hoped Dustin wouldn’t notice.

But it’s Dustin,and he’s a kid genius, so of course he noticed. The younger boy narrowed his eyes at Steve accusingly from the passenger seat, “right….whatever you did or didn’t do, fix it. It’s dangerous to be split up like this.”

Steve knew Dustin was right, it was safer being all together or atleast having some sort of contact with everyone now that Vecna’s digging into everyone’s brains.

“She won’t talk to me.”

“Oh, she’ll talk to you.” and he pulled out his walkie.

Steve!” you screamed, sitting up abruptly as you woke up. It took a moment, but as you sat there you took in the familiar surroundings of your room. You were in bed, not getting head from Steve. The same Steve you haven’t seen since a week and a half ago. The same Steve that you keep having these stupid raunchy dreams about, that seem to always end with you unsatisfied.

You collapsed back with a huff, still rolling through the euphoric high you were just denied in dreamland, it felt so real - maybe I should just finish the job, you thought as you snaked your hand downwards, no harm in a little self satisfaction.

“Hello?! Code RED! Code RED! We have these for a reason people!” Dustin’s staticy voice blasted from the walkie sitting on your bedside table before you could get any semblance of relief.

You jerked your hand back up, like you were caught red handed, heart racing once again. God dammit Dustin. You sat up, rubbing the remaining sleep from your eyes.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t all a dream.

You coiled backwards, giving yourself some reach as you stretched your arm to the nightstand, patting the wooden material until you made contact with the clunky walkie.

“Okay, Dustin, got it.” you rasped into the microphone, voice laden with sleep as you hung from the bed.

“Did you just wake up?” he questioned incredulously, judgment thick in his tone. Steve snapped his fingers at him from the driver’s seat, reminding him to stay on target.

“Harrington’s in 15.” he added quickly before severing the connection.

The idea of having to go to his house was tantalizing, you could already feel the anxiety bubbling in the pits of your stomach, the aching need to touch yourself quickly replaced by the need to vomit or die, possibly.

When you first got back from the Upside Down, you both tried to act like everything was normal, but it was just weird. Like really weird and tense. Not to mention the fact it was growing more obvious to everyone that something happened.

So instead of tiptoeing around livewires, doing everything you could to not jump his bones, you avoided nearly everyone instead, opting for updates from Max or Lucas instead of the others who were in the Upside Down with you. It was working for the time being, but if it was a code red, it had to be important. You had no choice but to go.

After a long 45 minutes of getting ready and finding an outfit that didn’t scream ‘trying too hard’, you found yourself standing awkwardly on the front stoop of Steve’s house, switching your weight between your feet as you waited painstakingly long for someone to answer the door, praying it would be Dustin

And for the first time these last few weeks, your prayers were answered as the door clicked open to reveal the curly headed boy.

“You’re late.” he grumbled.

“Hello to you too.” you greeted, following closely behind him, taking a deep breath in hopes to find some molecules of confidence hidden within the air as you walked through the entryway, into the living room.

It was a lot emptier than you were expecting. Usually, you’d be met with a circle of your friends, all bumping shoulders to look at whatever plan was being developed for the day, but this time, it was only Lucas, who was sitting alone on the couch, face glaring at Dustin as he appeared. He definitely wasn’t here voluntarily.

You spared a quick glance towards Steve as he lingered in the corner, suddenly enraptured by a small scrape in the plaster of the walls as he ran his fingers over it.

“What am I doing here?” you questioned, hovering behind the couch. This was definitely a trap.

“You,” Dustin pointed at you, much like an angry dad, before moving his finger to the couch, ”sit.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his tone, but still rounded the couch, sitting on the furthest cushion from Steve.

“And you,” he was now pointing to bumbling Steve, “sit.”

Steve followed suit, taking a seat on the opposing cushion from your own. Dustin didn’t continue until you were both seated, still as statues while Lucas sat awkwardly in the middle, leg bouncing a million miles a second.

“Lucas and I are leaving to do actual important stuff, like saving Hawkins from Vecna, while you two sort whatever the heck is going on between the two of you” the attitude was heavy in his voice. He may only be 15, but there was a hardy no nonsense air about him.

Lucas jumped up at the mention of his name, mumbling what sounded like a ‘thank god’ under his breath as he followed Dustin out, looking back only once to mouth a silent ‘good luck!’ and thumbs up to you.

It was silent as they left, both of you avoiding looking at the other as the sound of the front door echoed through the home.

Steve broke the silence first.

“Dustin thought it would be a good idea to talk about it, y’know.” he tried, still staring straight ahead, but tilting his head towards you on his left.

“I gathered that.” you stated plainly before fully absorbing what he said.

Talk about it?

“Wait-” your head snapped to him, eyes filling with anger, “he better not know, Steve.” you seethed. You swear, he couldn’t keep anything to himself, and to tell a 15 year old? It hasn’t been 5 minutes and he’s already reminded you of how idiotic he his, how could you even dream about wanting him?

“What? No? No! Dustin doesn’t know!” he amended, turning to face you as he slid half an inch closer, hands up in surrender. “He just knows that you’ve been acting super weird, which you have, by the way.”

“I’m not acting weird. You’re acting weird.” you threw back at him.

Steve rolled his eyes, “whatever. We’re both acting weird. Hence the reason we’re here.” he motioned his arm in the empty space between you.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” you shrugged.

A humorless laugh left his lips, “um, I think there’s something to talk about.”

Your eyes finally met his, as you both silently taunted the other to back down. Typically, you won these, always a bit more intimidating than Steve, but you couldn’t help as your thoughts began to travel back to your dream, how his brown eyes stared at you just like this, how his fair flopped so effortlessly over his forehead in real life and dream life.

You had to break eye contact.

“This is ridiculous.��

You stood up, ready to beeline for the front door. Why would you subject yourself to this awkwardness when you could hide away at home instead?

But Steve quickly clocked your escape, and he followed, swooping between you and the archway to your escape, your freedom being taken away as he outstretched his arm across the open space like a human barricade.

“Move.”

“No.”

“Steve. Move.” you tried again, more forceful.

“I said no.” he challenged back, feeling more confident after winning the stare down.

He took your silence as an okay to continue, “I’m sorry, we need to hash this out. It’s dangerous out there right now. You can’t just avoid everyone because of some stupid mistake we had no control over. I know we hate each other- errr, you hate me, but I couldn’t live with myself if something actually happened to you and we had no idea.”

Your arms folded across your chest, hands hidden in your armpits. The sincerity in his voice made you feel weird, and you wanted it to stop.

For once, he was right, and you were going to have to fess up sooner or later.

“I just don’t think it’s possible to ‘hash it out.’” your voice was meek.

“Why not?” he lowered his arms hesitantly, making sure you weren’t going to bolt.

“Because,” you whined miserably, turning your back to him, dropping your arms to instead cover your face with your hands, hiding behind them like a weeping angel. “I think about it, like, all the time. I hate it.” you admitted, shoulders hunching as the embarrassment from your confession flooded through you.

A pause.

“What do you mean?” he asked wearily.

“What do you think I mean? Like I’ve been dreaming about it and whenever I look at you it’s just - ugh!” you threw your hands up in frustration from both yourself and his question.

“Like- you liked it..?”

“Stop being cruel.” you felt morose. You wanted to get out of this house, away from Steve, and back into the safety net of your bed where your feelings could be hidden another day.

“No I just..need clarification, before I say anything you might kill me for.”

This caught your attention, finally turning your head towards your shoulder to cast a small glance at him, a small glimmer in your eyes peeking from behind your lashes, “Like what?”

“Like I might’ve liked it too, and also can’t stop.. thinking about it.” he was still hesitant in his confession as he took a step towards you, placing a gentle hand on the dip of your side, “and trust me, I’ve tried everything to stop it. No luck.”

You let him encourage your body around, facing him head on as his hands grazed the softness of your hips.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, “yeah.”

You pursed your lips, trying to hide the pleased smile behind it.

“Get that look off your face.”

You shook your head, teeth pinching the plump of your bottom lip, “there’s no look.”

He squinted down at you, “Since we’re being honest here, I never really hated you. Just kinda hated that you hated me.”

You rolled your eyes, he would hate someone just because they hated him.

“I don’t hate you, Steve.” you looked up at him, moving your hands to rest at the top of his shoulders, fingers playing with the collar of his polo.

He tilted his head lower, angling his lips closer to yours until they were centimeters apart. That confession would stick with him.

“I just don’t like you.” you finished with a soft smirk.

His eyelids fluttered, letting out a chuckle through his nose, unsure why he expected anything different, “I can live with that.” he agreed, before pressing his lips against yours.

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