#and i want to wake up tomorrow and have this all ne a dream

[eternal-evergreens]

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧"Into the looking glass."｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

Part I Part II Part III

Post format: Multipart series

Pairing: Yandere!Male!DoL x Fem!Isekai!Reader

Word count: 5k

Synopsis: You gain the chance to wake up in the world of one of your favorite games. Unfortunately, the 'favorite game' happens to be one about rape, violence, and stalking. Not only that, but the game seems to be rigged against you. All you want is to find a way home and put this all behind you, but is that even possible...?

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Attempted Non/Con, Stalking, Violence, Age Gaps, Teacher/Student, Caretaker/Ward, Bullying

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Another dull morning, you think to yourself, rolling over to turn off your alarm. You pick up your cellphone and blearily swipe your screen as you clamber out of bed. It’s embarrassing to admit, but you really didn’t notice anything was wrong until you stood up and looked in the mirror. You blink, poking at you face and staring where your reflection should be, but isn’t. You wave your hand in front of the mirror. Nothing.

You look around, only to realize that your surroundings are different, too. The room you’re in is plain, cramped, and completely devoid of character. It’s almost liminal, in a way. Eerie in its emptiness. 

You need to get out of here. 

You nervously reach for the door and twist the handle. The doornob moves with you, but the door remains fixed in place. Your phone buzzes, and you fish it out of your pocket, quickly turning it on. You’ve gotten a text, but the number is blank.

You have not chosen an avatar yet. Please choose one from the mirror before leaving your room.

Well, that woke you right up. Is someone watching you? You swerve your head around, checking the ceilings and corners for cameras. You try the door again. You go in circles, turning the whole room upside down. You try the door. Nothing. You check your phone. The same message appears as soon as you open it. You swipe it away out of habit, but it refuses to budge. Freaky. The time hasn’t changed since you woke up, either, though you’re sure you’ve been at it for more than fifteen minutes by now.

You decide to take a peek at the mirror again. You try to remove it from the wall to look behind, but your vision goes white the second you make contact with its’ surface. Your vision clears, and in front of you is a grey figure of ambiguous gender. It looks almost made of clay. Your phone buzzes.

Player avatar selection. 

Select a sex. Sex cannot be changed after starting the game.

1.) Male 2.) Female 3.) Hermaphrodite

Well, you’ve either fallen asleep or been drugged. Not knowing what else to do, you choose female, watching in horror and fascination as the figure morphs to accommodate your choice. 

>Next

Other customization options soon come up. You give the figure your ideal height, weight, and features. You change her skin tone, hair color, texture, and eye color. You watch as she slowly comes to life as your ideal. The person you’ve always wanted to be. 

Your phone buzzes just as you finish touching her up.

Set Name

You’re about to name her when the text fills itself in with your name instead.

Welcome, [First]! 1. Start Game!

You grimace, and hit play.

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When you come to, it’s 07:00 again, and you’re still in that room. You glance at the mirror, only to see your avatar glancing back. You wave your arm in front of it, and she mimics your movements perfectly. You make a lewd gesture, and she does, too. Creepy. Is this really a dream? You’re startled out of your thoughts as your phone buzzes once again.

Welcome to the alpha of Degrees of Lewdity!

If you want to avoid trouble, dress modestly and stick to safe, well-lit areas. Nights are particularly dangerous. Dressing lewd will attract attention, both good and bad. 

The new school year starts tomorrow at 09:00. The bus service is the easiest way to get around town. Don’t forget your uniform and backpack!

1. Next

Your face pales as you read the text. There’s no way. You hit next, reminding yourself that you’re only in a dream, and that no one can harm you in a dream. Your phone opens to its home screen, where you see various apps, some of which are labled.

-Characteristics -Social -Traits -Journal -Stats -Feats

You open characteristics and take a look. At the very top is a color chart indicator. description of your body’s appearance and condition, underneath are familiar stats.

Purity: 7/7 You are angelic. Physique: 3/6 Your body is average. Willpower: 1/6 You are fainthearted. Awareness: 3/7 You have a normal understanding of sexuality. Promiscuity: 0/6 You are chaste and pure.  Exhibitionism: 0/6 You are coy. Deviancy: 0/6 You are squeamish.

Everything seems to be in line with the stats for the beginning of a playthrough. Everything except one.

Beauty: 7/6 Your beauty is beyond measure.

That’s…not good, if the blaring red is anything to go off of, anyway. 

You scroll down. Your skills are all ranked as F, which is actually better than the “None” stat they usually start as. That’s weird, but you aren’t complaining. Your sex skills, however…are all at C. That’s super weird! You aren’t sure what to make of it, so you choose to ignore it instead. 

Your overall school performance is terrible, with F’s all around the board. In real life, this would mean you’d picked the athlete trait, but your physique is baseline, and your athletic stat is also at F, so it can’t be that. It must just be inconsistencies from being asleep, you reason. That’s why your stats are all over the place.

Your status is normal, aside from your allure. Which is maxed out at “You look like you need to be ravaged.” You shudder.

You check traits. You have two.

Alien - You aren’t from around here! RPG like elements have been incorporated into your reality for a smoother experience.  Virgin - Your purity recovers faster. Your virginity might be worth something.

You open your journal. 

It is the 4th of September, 2022.

-It has been 0 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn.  -It is autumn. -School term starts on Monday the 5th of September.

Current quests:

Visit Bailey in his office by 20:00 tonight to recover your ID documents and gain your independence.

Failure to complete quest will result in the day restarting

You turn your phone off and look around. Everything seems normal, too normal. You read somewhere once that it’s impossible (or perhaps just very difficult) to read clearly while in a dream. Could you have been drugged? Or did you take something and then forget about it?

You pinch yourself. Ow.

Well, that’s not solid proof. People have reported cases of feeling pain in dreams before it’s just kind of really rare is all. Or, or! Maybe you’re not dreaming. Maybe you’re dying. Maybe you got into an accident somewhere, and now you’re in a coma. People hallucinate during comas, don’t they? 

You pinch yourself, again. 

It’s not real.

…You might as well see what this quest is about.

You leave your bedroom, and walk to Bailey’s office. You don’t question how you know the way there. You knock on the door and enter. 

“I know why you’re here,” he says. “You want me to release you from my protection, so you’ll be an independent citizen. I could do that. But there’s a problem. You’ve been living under my roof without giving anything in return. You owe me. Until you pay me back, I’m not letting you go.” He picks up an envelope and flips through it. Dozens of identification documents are stored within it. One of them is yours. “£100 should do. To start with. I don’t care how you get it. Knock on doors and ask for work. Rent yourself as a footstool. Steal it, even. Just have it a week from now. Or I’ll find a way to extract value from you.”

You nod and leave his office, returning to your room.

Your phone buzzes as soon as you close the door. 

Quest completed. New quest added to journal. View Now? 

Y/N

You hit yes. 

Time-Sensitive:

Bailey wants £100 on Sunday. Find a job and free yourself from his clutches. 

That’s great and all, but maybe you shouldn’t leave the orphanage today…or ever. Not until you wake up. You decide to just download some social media apps and scroll for the rest of the day instead. You scroll until midday, when you’re stopped by your stomach growling. Can you get hungry inside a dream…? You feel uneasy as you climb off the bed. Your neck hurts from the uncomfortable position you had been in, but that’s the least of your worries right now. 

You leave your bedroom and enter the main hall. A trim girl happens to be passing by your door, so you stop her and ask about when lunch is. She looks at you strangely. 

“Whenever you want…? Just go somewhere and get it. I don’t know.” 

“I meant here, can we get food here?” 

“Sure, if you’re underage. We have to provide for ourselves once we reach eighteen, though. You know that. Everyone knows that.” She leaves in a hurry. You go back to your room to watch “Gootube” videos. It’s not as pornographic as it sounds. 

You stay on your phone for the rest of the day. It never seems to run out of charge. Finally, you turn it off and climb under the covers. You don’t bother to wear pajamas. You sleep soundly, and wake up at 07:00 on Sunday, September 4th. 

Wait, what? 

You look at your journal again. 

Journal 

It is the 4th of September, 2022.

-It has been 0 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn.  -It is autumn. -School term starts on Monday the 5th of September.

Current quests:

Visit Bailey in his office by 20:00 tonight to recover your ID documents and gain your independence. Failure to complete quest will result in the day restarting

But you didn’t fail your quest! You completed it and…

It’s because you didn’t get a job yesterday, isn’t it? 

You sigh and climb out of bed. Off to visit Bailey again. 

“I know why you’re here,” he says. God, you wish you could skip dialogue in real life. Or in dreams, you guess. Bailey wraps up his speech and you leave, this time heading outside the orphanage to look for work right after. 

As expected, you bump into someone almost immediately. A voluptuous woman grabs you. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve seen all week!” She says, lunging for your clothes. You step back, but she catches you, lifting your sundress’s skirt and revealing your lace panties. You try to grab her hand and pull it away, but she’s stronger than you. She pushes you to the ground, and you land painfully on the sidewalk. You let out an involuntary yelp as your elbows scrape on the pavement. Is she really going to try and molest you out in public like this? It would appear so, as she’s currently straddling your legs with her knees, keeping them apart. You come to your senses when you feel a hand on your groin, and scream out for help. 

A taut man comes to your rescue, chasing off the woman and helping you to your feet. He treats your wounds and gives you a pepper spray charge. You thank him and go on your way. 

The dog pound is probably the best place to start with, you think to yourself while looking at the map on your phone. So you hop on a bus and wait for your stop, but not before a thin man sits next to you and rests his hand on your thigh. You shuffle away from him, and he follows you. You stand up, and he does, too. No one else is paying attention. You quickly walk to the most crowded area of the bus and sit next to a plush woman. She doesn’t look happy, but doesn’t say anything, either. The thin man watches you from his seat. You reach your destination, and he moves to follow you when you stand. Luckily, a tall man stops him, giving you a thumbs up as he blocks the thin man’s view of you. You give him a grateful nod and step off. 

Your shift at the dogpound goes on without incident. Thugh the employees tried to get handsy more than a few times, they never took it further when you moved away. You even took your lunch break at the nearby cafe! You’re surprised by how much character the place had visually, considering it comes from a text-based game.

By the time the dog pound closes, it’s nighttime. You pale at the realization. It’s nighttime, and you’re in Degrees of Lewdity. Should you risk taking the bus? Or should you risk the streets? 

If you’re on a bus, you’re there for less time, but it’s an enclosed space. If you’re outside, there’s more places to run and hide. But hiding goes both ways. 

You elect to go through the streets, sticking to the places that are the most open and well-lit. You get home without incident, though you swear you saw something in the alleys. 

You collapse into bed and sleep for ten hours. 

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It’s 07:03 when you wake up. You have school today, so you look through your wardrobe for your uniform. You find it, but…why is it so skimpy? Sheer tights, short plaid skirt, tight shirt, platform mary janes and loose socks. You put it on, but the shirt is so tight it won’t button all the way, leaving a sizable amount of your cleavage and lace bra visible. 

Speaking of which, aren’t you only supposed to start with plain underwear? Why is all of yours lace? And why does it clasp at the front? You spend twenty minutes looking for a jacket, different shirt, or other way to cover yourself, but find nothing. Bailey bangs on the doors around the orphanage to wake the orphans up. You sigh and put your clothes back into your wardrobe before leaving.

You bump into Robin on your way out. Literally. He nearly runs you over.

“Hey!” He says running towards you. He doesn’t slow down in time and plows right into you. You help him up. “Thanks,” he says, looking a bit bashful. “I didn’t see you yesterday. Remember, you can visit me in my room anytime you want. I have something to show you. I’m so excited!” He runs off, and you realize you’ve forgotten your backpack, so you head back in and find it. It takes you another ten minutes to realize you’d put it behind the door. By the time you’re ready, it’s already half an hour past seven. You decide to see if Robin is still in his room. 

You knock, and hear some crashing. Before you can ask if something’s wrong, Robin opens the door and hugs you. “Look,” he says, pulling you inside. Your eyes immediately land on the shiny new game console in the corner of the room. “I’ve been saving up,” he says. “What are you waiting for?” He pats the bed beside him and you hop on. You watch him play for a few minutes, and the two of you walk to school together. 

Though it’s literally your first time meeting him, you feel safer around Robin. Though you know he can’t fight to protect you, having someone by your side does a lot to ease the mind. Plus, he’s one of the only decent people in the game. You’re glad, but at the same time, you’re uneasy. You wonder if he notices you’re not his childhood friend. That you look like her, sound like her, but you aren’t her. You wonder if he’d hate you, should he find out.

“Is something wrong, [First]?” You snap to attention. 

“Huh? Oh, uh, no. I’m okay,” you say. “I was just kind of busy yesterday, came home exhausted but couldn’t sleep, you know how it is.” You wave your hand dismissively at him as you pass the school gates. “Where are you heading? I’d like to go with you, if that’s alright. Since I didn’t see you yesterday, and all.” Really, you just don’t want to be alone here. But there’s no need to say that. 

Robin smiles, and the two of you hang out in the rear courtyard. It’s nice, but you can feel him glancing at you when he thinks you’re not looking. It makes you uncomfortable. Has he caught on? You excuse yourself and head to the library. Maybe you should acquaint yourself with the other non-crazy person on campus. At least you won’t have to lie about your identity to Sydney. 

You walk over to the counter near the back of the library. A tall boy with a strawberry blonde ponytail and glasses is stamping books behind it. You smile as you approach him. “Good morning…” He says, yawning. “First time at the rental counter? You can rent out one book at a ti-” Sydney yawns.. “Time. You can also buy school-approved clothes here. Headmaster Leighton’s marked the prices way up, though. Students with a good record get special discounts.” He seems excited, though you can’t place why. 

“Books can be rented out for two weeks at a time. You can renew your rental at any time…” He looks down. You look down. Sydney has stamped his hand. You smile.”...Let’s call that a demonstration of what happens if you return a late or damaged book. My name’s Sydney, by the way! Pleased to meet you.” 

“I’m [First],” you respond. You and Sydney spend some time chatting. You notice that he’s oddly red. 

“Are you feeling okay?” You ask, raising a hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up! Let’s get you to the infirmary!” 

“W-what? No, I’m okay…” 

“No, you’re not,” you say, pulling him up by the forearm. You drag him to the infirmary, and he has to bend down to allow it. No one pays you much mind, though you’re sure you look a little silly, holding onto the forearm of someone much taller than you. You reach the nurse, who informs you that Sydney is perfectly healthy, though tells him to take a rest on one of the beds upon seeing the bags under his eyes.

“See?” He says, smiling. “I didn’t realize you were such a worrier.” You flush, embarrassed. Is pure Sydney supposed to tease people? His face softens. “Thanks…for worrying about me, though” he says, then checks the time. “You should probably get to class.” Right, you’d nearly forgotten you were at school. You thank Sydney for reminding you and leave as he waves you off.

You go to your science lesson. Despite your grade being at F, the lesson is actually pretty easy to follow, some of this you remember from your own highschool lessons. The bell rings and you leave the classroom, only to get shoved into a locker immediately. A boy with blonde hair covering one eye looms over you. You recognize him immediately. 

“Don’t get in my way again,” Whitney says, pressing his knee against your crotch. “Or I’ll put you in your place.” He releases you, but you know that won’t be the end of it. You hurry to math class, hoping Whitney will skip today. You’re tense for the first twenty minutes of class, but slowly begin to relax upon realizing Whitney probably isn’t going to show up. Nearly half an hour into class, the teacher River steps out for a moment. And with the kind of timing you’d only see in movies, Whitney waltzes in, his jacket thrown over his shoulder. You try to look away, but it’s too late. Whitney makes eye contact with you and grins. He walks over to the mousy girl sitting next to you. 

“Move,” he says. She does. You turn away from him, but he grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him.

This is unfair, you think to yourself. Whitney isn’t supposed to sit next to you unless you’re dating. Why now?

“Watcha lookin at, slut?”

This sucks. You want to go home. When is this dream supposed to end? 

Whitney tugs at your hair even harder. “I asked you a question, slut.”

How did you even get here in the first place? Did you really die? Were you in a coma? Whitney yanks your hair back so hard your body goes with it, creating an awful screeching sound as your chair lurches back. River walks in just in time to see you fall on your back. Whitney is sent out. He turns to make a penetration sign with his hands at you as he leaves. 

Math ends, and you head to English. There’s a crowd of students blocking your path. You peer over shoulders and heads to see the source of the commotion, and see a dark haired student on the ground, with two bullies standing over him. Your first instinct is Kylar, but you must be wrong. Kylar’s event shouldn’t happen until a week from now. 

You could try to help, but that would probably get you assaulted. Even if you didn’t, your fellow students would think less of you, leading you to getting picked on later, and potentially assaulted more and–

Fuck it, you can’t ignore this. You’re already shoving past students and blocking the bullies’ view of the student. “Leave him alone,” you say. “I won’t stand for this.” One of the bullies, a thin girl, shoves you down. 

“Sit, then!” She says, the audience laughs. You pick yourself up and ram into the thin girl and her friend. You knock her off-balance and she falls to the floor, screaming as soon as she lands. “You stupid bitch! You broke my tailbone!” The audience is laughing at her, now. Her friend is helping her up. “I’ll get you for this! Mark my fucking words!” You shiver. Hopefully no one notices. You turn to check on the boy they were harassing, only to nearly bump heads with him. You jump back, and the boy smiles apologetically. There’s something else in his expression, but before you can figure out what it was, you make eye contact with him, and the whole world goes dark.

Tousled black hair, short stature, sickly pale skin and the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen. It’s Kylar. It has to be. “T-thanks,” he says. “I-I’m Kylar.” Your face drops, but you aren’t sure if he saw it before running off. The tips of his ears are red, you notice. You step towards the crowd, which is already dispersing. The remaining onlookers make way for you, though you feel a hand grope your butt as you leave. You turn, but no one’s there. 

You head into English class, already exhausted. Kylar watches you from the back. You ignore him. The plump boy sitting behind you sniffs your hair during the entirety of the lesson, so it’s hard to focus. You look down at your notes. It’s an unintelligible mess. Is this what it means to have a grade F in English, you wonder?

Finally, it’s lunch time. You head to the cafeteria, passing by the headmaster on your way there. You swear you saw him checking you out. You shudder and speed up. Upon reaching the canteen, you are presented with three options.

Robin is talking with some students at his table, they seem to be arguing.

Sydney is sitting alone, several piles of books surrounding him. 

Kylar is also alone, stabbing at his food with more violence than seems neccesary.  

Despite your self preservation instincts, you walk towards Robin to see what the commotion is. The lean boy is accusing Robin of ‘looking at him with disrespect’. Arguing with him would be pointless. So you do the next best thing and smile as you spit in his face. 

As expected, he doesn’t take it well, and pounces on you immediately. He tears open your shirt, leaving you only marginally more exposed than you already were. You scream loudly, and Leighton rushes in. You suppress a smirk.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” He shouts, pushing past students to find you exposed on the ground, the lean boy holding you down. He scrambles off of you, and you fix your uniform. The lean boy tries to explain, but Leighton cuts him off and sends him out. Robin helps you up. 

“Are you okay?! Why did you do that?” 

“I saw Leighton on the way over here. I figured if we caused a scene, he’d be the one to get in trouble for it.”

“Don’t do something like that again! That was really dangerous!” You nod, though you don’t really mean it. 

Kylar watches from across the canteen. +Jealousy

The rest of lunch passes without incident and you go to History with Robin. The two of you chat about his game before class starts. You learn some interesting things about the history of the town. Nothing happens during history, and you leave feeling refreshed. You navigate the halls to your swimming lesson and change. You keep your eyes down, but swear you feel the stares of your classmates. You think you hear a camera go off, but when you turn, no one’s looking at you. 

A taut boy follows you around the pool, and doesn’t stop trailing until the lesson is over. He keeps his distance, but it still makes you feel uneasy. The bell rings, and you don’t see him again. 

You meet up with Robin in the courtyard, but hesitate walking home when you see Whitney hanging out by the gate.

“Can we go out through the back?”

“The back? Why?” You nod your head towards Whitney and his friends, and Robin makes an ‘O’ with his mouth. “I don’t mind, but how will we get out?” You’re about to answer when a realization hits you. Right. You haven’t unlocked the tunnel outside yet, which means you can’t leave unless you climb the fence. 

“...Nevermind,” you say. “Maybe they won’t notice us.” You and Robin try to blend in with the crowd, but a hand on your shoulder quickly yanks you into the open.

“Hold it, slut.” Shit. “You didn’t pay the toll.”

You grit your teeth. “What’s the toll?” Whatever, you have twenty quid to spare.

“Flash us your tits.” There’s a crowd circling around you. You notice people pulling out their phones. 

“[First]...” 

“It’s fine, Robin.” You give him a strained smile as you unbutton your blouse. “Happy?” You ask, turning back to Whitney. 

“Not quite,” he says, grabbing the front of your bra and unclasping the hook. Your breasts flop out. “There. That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?” You turn and quickly fix your bra, wishing it clasped at the back instead of the front like a normal bra. You and Robin speed away, then find a secluded ally to fix your shirt.

Finally home, you decide to check out some of the apps you didn’t bother with yesterday.

Social              

Excellent Good Decent Okay Poor Bad Terrible

Primary relationships: 

Robin The Orphan Robin wants to be your best friend.           Love: 100% Confidence: 0% Trauma: 0% Lust: 40%

You smile. It’s little different than the starting relationship in the actual game, but you’re slowly getting used to the inconsistencies. You’re about to look at the next box when your eyes are drawn back up to the pink text. Wait a minute, doesn’t that mean bad? You check the color chart to make sure.

But, why? Why is that bad? Isn’t it good? Or, is it because his confidence is low? Maybe the key word here is “wants”. Still, wouldn’t that count more as poor than bad? Whatever, no need to nitpick. You’ll check back in on it later. You move on.

…You almost move on. Why is his love so high? And his lust, too?! It’s gotta be a glitch, right? Right?

Right. You restart your phone and boot it back up. Nothing’s changed. You put that aside for now.

Whitney The Bully  Whitney wants to own you. Love: 50% Dominance: 50% Lust: 100%

Another different one. Also bad. Terrible, even. You aren’t even sure what to make of it. You just met him, and his lust is already maxed out. His love is also surprisingly high, though only half as much as Robin’s is. You make a mental note to sit in view of the teacher during math going forward.

Kylar The Loner Kylar is obsessed with you. Love: 100% Jealousy: 55% Lust: 90%

Another case of inexplicably high stats right off the bat, though you aren’t surprised with Kylar. You move on.

Sydney The Faithful ? Sydney is conflicted. Love: 77% Purity: 44% Lust: 66%

Okay, you’re pretty sure those are all just angel numbers. Or, supposed to be angel numbers. It’s kind of hard to do that with only two numbers. Though 666 is actually more of a demonic number, it still fits the theme. Aside from the strange percentages, you’re also concerned by the question mark next to ‘faithful’, not to mention the fact that his purity is already so low he’s conflicted. You haven’t even flirted with him yet!

You glance at the other named NPC’s. They’re all unremarkable, full of “has no strong opinion of you” aside from two.

Bailey The Caretaker Bailey doesn’t want you to leave. Love: 25% Lust: 99%

Leighton The Headmaster You’re Leighton’s favorite. Love: 10% Lust: 85%

Your stomach lurches. Gross. You are absolutely repressing that shit.

You check your reputation next.

-The police aren’t concerned with you, and have no evidence linking you to any crime. -The atmosphere in the orphanage is calm. -You are considered a normal student by teachers. -Your fellow students desire you.

You grimace at the last one. You make a mental note to buy a more concealing uniform.

Finally, you have your fame. This one should be normal, right? You’ve only just gotten here.

Sex: Unknown Prostitution: Unknown Rape: Obscure. Beastiality: Unknown Exhibitionism: Unknown Pregnancy: Unknown Combat: Obscure Kindness: Obscure Business: Unknown Socialite: Unknown Overall: Famous

What?! Famous?! How does that— Ugh, forget it. You keep reading.

The townsfolk call you Darling. Those in the criminal underworld call you Darling.

…?

What…what does that mean?

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A/N: Not proofread. I made this in one sitting lol

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

The farmer is a pretty heavy sleeper if even a meteor landing on their farm won't get them up before 6am but what about their spouse? How would they all (sve included if you'd like) react to not only a whole space rock hitting the farm but the farmer reacting with nothin more than a sleepy "oh was probably just a meteor... I'll check that in the mornin."

I had a lot of fun with this scenario, really liked the idea itself. Thank you so much for the ask, and enjoy! 💕

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SDV/SVE bachelors:

Sam said quietly, "Oh, okay," and laid his head back on the pillow, falling asleep again. When morning came, the young guitarist would consider his vague recollection of this conversation a dream. What will be his surprise when he sees an actual meteorite lying not far from their house. "Babe, that could have ended badly..." "No worries, Sammy, but if you want, we'll check it out next time." ...Next time?????

"Did you hear that?!" "Relax, dear, it's just a meteorite..." "Ah, alright... It's a WHAT?!" And the slogan of this Harvey's headcanon: "A meteorite is the best alarm clock! You'll wake up right away!" Although in Farmer's case - they woke up to a fuss made by their worried husband. But you can understand the Pelican Town doctor, too - a bloody piece of cosmic rock fell right into your yard, it's hard to stay calm.

Elliott literally fell out of bed from such a loud sound outside the window, and Farmer continued to snore quietly??? The writer was so confused, he didn't know if he should wake up Farmer or not. "Mmmm... Did'a meteorit fal' again... I'll deal with it tmorrw... 💤" Farmer mumbled, leaving Elliott even more confused. Meteorite? Wha- again? They mean... it's happened before and it's going to happen again?! What is happening?!

"Hon, what the fuck." At first Shane's reaction to Farmer's words wasn't too violent, because he's still sleepy. But after a couple of seconds the meaning of the words reached him, the gyrus in his brain started working and he shrieked: "The coop! Charlie!" The realisation that the animals might have been hit by the meteorite instantly brought Farmer to their feet.

No matter how hard Alex tried - his spouse slept like a dead man, muttering that they would check the source of the noise tomorrow. What do they mean, tomorrow?! They need to check it now! Alex can't just leave it alone, so he goes to check it out, with or without Farmer. Whoa, a real meteorite... Erm, shouldn't they tell Lewis or someone about this?

Meteorite or not, Sebastian remained surprisingly calm. He gave up trying to wake Farmer and went to the window to see what was out there. They were right - it was in fact a meteorite, a real one. And there's light coming from it. So cool. "Sure you don't want to come with me, dear?" Farmer mumbled something incomprehensible in response, and the emo decided to go alone, to look at the cool sky rock. Because why not.

Lance sensed something was wrong before the meteorite touched the ground. Fortunately, the far-sighted gallant adventurer had put up a magical barrier that prevented the space rock from crashing into his and Farmer's house or barns. The meteorite had fallen, all was well. "I take it this phenomenon is not new to you?" He smiled as his spouse mumbled "tomorrow..." in their sleep. Well then, they both can look at the meteorite later.

"Razor!" Magnus jumped up sharply from the bed, casting the spell on automatic. The trajectory of the falling meteorite was reversed, and the celestial stone plummeted into the water, no longer posing a danger to the forest. "Farmer, meteorite." "Mhmm, five more minutes.... I'll look at the meteorite tomorrow...." Magnus wondered how his dearest spouse could even survive as an adventurer with no sense of self-preservation. It's a damn meteorite!

A whole palette of emotions was bubbling up inside Victor, awake from the noise. What was that! A meteorite? A real one! It's probably incredibly hot right now, he shouldn't go near it.... But it's a meteorite! It's so scary, and so interesting! Farmer, don't hide your head under the pillow, but get a flashlight. Victor's taking them out to see the space rock! Well, and make sure everything's okay and no animals are hurt, too.

SDV/SVE bachelorettes:

A meteorite?! A real rock of cosmic origin fell right on the farm? Maru immediately jumps out of bed and wakes up Farmer. It's unclear, however, whether this reaction of hers is simple worry about putting out the fire from the meteorite fall or that the young inventor is thrilled that she and her spouse will see the meteorite up close! Probably both. Either way, Farmer won't sleep well tonight...

"What makes you think it's a meteorite? Maybe it's aliens? Oh, that's so cool! Get up quick or we'll miss the whole thing! And grab a sword, just in case." The force with which Abigail was prancing poor Farmer made them realise at once that their wife was not going to let them finish their beauty sleep. Unlikely aliens in there, but they'd have to check anyway. Ugh...

Poor Penny is in complete shock at how calmly Farmer has reacted to everything. Don't they care what happens to the farm? What if what fell down caused a fire and everything could burn? There's a forest nearby, it would be a huge fire! Penny tearfully begged her sleepy spouse to check it out before it's too late. Farmer had to get up (they hate to see their lovely wife crying).

"Did you hear that, Farmer?" "Yep, meteorite hit again, I'll look tomorrow..." Leah can already see the fire that has travelled from the glowing space rock to the dry summer grass. Oh no, there's going to be a fire now... She wakes Farmer up with one mighty shove and shouts an emergency. And as much as Farmer grumbled over their interrupted sleep - the artist was right. A forest fire is a very dangerous.☝️

The sound of a meteorite falling may not have been able to wake Farmer, but the shriek of terror of their wife Haley sure knocked them out of dreamland. "Shh, Haley, it's only a meteorite..." JUST A METEORITE?! Is Farmer laughing at her? Oh no, they can't go back to the dream realm now - Haley wakes them up again and tells them to look at that fallen meteorite before something else happens. Haley's half asleep herself, but she's scared, so she'll insist on checking it out now.

Before going to bed, Emily read a daily horoscope in a magazine that she would soon "be given a big sign, so make your decision at once." Nowhere, however, did it say that this "sign" was a huge rock from the sky. But at least she made the decision right away, (and the right one) - getting Farmer out if bed, despite their protests, to make sure the falling meteorite didn't destroy anything. No "tomorrow", it had to be now. She hopes no animals were! Her heart couldn't take it...

Claire jumped up in bed, as if scalded by boiling water, at the rattling of window glass and the vibrations throughout the house. Something had fallen on the farm - and that 'something' is very big. She woke and woke her spouse to no avail, who only responded to the terrifying sound with a louder snore. How did they even manage not to wake up from such a noise? And how could they mumbling so calmly about the meteorite?!

Poor Sophia, frightened by a scary sound outside , immediately pressed herself against Farmer, trying to hide. Farmer kissed her gently and told her that it was just a meteorite, that everything was fine and they would protect her. After saying "it's okay" and "I will protect you" the panic inside Sophia was extinguished and she fell asleep again in the arms of her spouse. The meteorite in the morning would definitely be a shock to her (she thought she had dreamed the whole thing).

After that horrible sound, Olivia not only wakes Farmer up, but also gets almost half the town up, making one call to Lewis and claiming that something terrible has happened on her and Farmer's property. Farmer sleepily tried to convince Olivia that a fallen meteorite was no big deal, but she wasn't convinced. How is that - a huge, dangerous rock from outer space - and not dangerous!

[heretoobsessstuff]

So. Following my post the other day, i caved and wrote a little piece inspired by the song a house in nebraska by ethel cain.

John was dreaming. Dreaming of a house in Nebraska.

Gale was there. Lying next to him on a dirty second hand mattress they had found on the side of the road. The room was empty and silent, except for their soft lingering pants and the quiet rustling of the curtain dancing in the wind by the window. Their room John thought. Their little room on the second floor, where they had found each other, where Bucky had kissed Gale like he had never been kissed before, where he had touched Gale in places not even the sun had warmed. The room where he had spoken to Gale like he was the only one who existed in the world. No one else had ever been this close. No one would ever be this close.

John turned to lay on his side, position mirroring Gale’s. For a few minutes, they just watched each other. Gale’s eyes looked soft and glassy. The soft orange light of the sun filtered through the windows, hitting the side of his face just right. John didn’t have anything to say. Nothing to say that would convey the weight of the love he was feeling then. So heavy, all consuming, almost morphing into devastation. He stayed silent and instead reached a hand to cradle Gale’s jaw, his fingers tracing patterns on his cheeks, brushing against the freckles like he was mapping constellations. Gale closed his eyes, his face smoothing into a small peaceful smile. The world was empty and quiet save him and Gale. The war was thousands of years away.

“If we died tonight, I’d die yours, John” Gale’s voice had been quiet, barely above a whisper, rich and beautiful, warming John on the inside. It travelled through his ears and filled his head like warm honey, tinged with sadness. In their room in the house in Nebraska, death didn’t exist. John didn’t want to hear Gale talk about dying so he leaned forward and kissed Gale like he was the oxygen he needed to live. Breathing him in, exhaling slow, stopping any more words from spilling out and ruining him even more.

It hurt to wake up. It hurt to open his eyes and remember that Gale was gone. That they hadn’t been home in months and they were never going home. The dirt road leading to the house, the one he and Gale had spent hours to build together would stay empty and their mattress in the room back in their house would collect dust and lay there forever. John was never going back. He was never going back to that house but it was still the only place he called home.

It hurt to drive up to the forts and sit by the jeep every night, drinking bottle after bottle to forget, only to make it worse and end up on the ground weeping like a child, praying to a God he didn’t know existed to bring Gale back to him. To wake up tomorrow and have Gale be there.

It hurt when people would ask him if he was alright and he’d have to lie and say he was doing fine. He wondered if they knew, if they could see it in his eyes that he was dying. That he’d kill himself just to hold Gale one more time.

When he was packing Gale’s things in his footlocker, tears falling drop by drop, he ended up picking a book, only to drop it when his hands shook too much. Something fell from in between the pages and he had to lower himself to sit unsteadily on the ground, his knees no longer supporting his weight when he saw what it was. The picture of the two of them, him and Gale, from back in flight school, right there on the ground next to the book.

Gale was smiling. He looked beautiful. John loved him so much and he had lost him. Gale had been his whole world and he had just lost him forever and he felt so alone without him. God, he felt so alone.

With trembling hands, he reached inside his pocket and took out his lucky deuce and tucked it inside the book right where the picture had been and closed the box. He didn’t need luck. Who needed luck when they had already lost everything. He thought of their home. The home Gale may never go back to. John may never sleep in that room, in their house, next to Gale ever again.

He held the photograph in shaking fingers and traced their faces. Their two faces next to each other, suspended in time. Buck and Bucky, the only two pilots left up in the air. He kissed the picture, folded it carefully, and tucked into his breast pocket. Next to his heart, where Gale would live forever.

It’s only you and me against the world now, Gale.

[theirishwolfhound]

Bit of a rambling thing, so like fair warning I suppose. But these are topics that I would like to use in my stories one day, just so that I can figure out my own thoughts. There is more information at the bottom about why I am personally writing this, but consider this more of a self insert type of fic (but a lot of physical details are left ambiguous) for comfort. It has a lot of different thing from my own life.

Task Force 141 (Comfort Fic)- Are You Still There?

Content Warnings: Mental Health Related Issues (Disassociation/Derealization), Passive Suicidal Ideation, Hurt/Comfort

Written In First Person, Nickname: Cardinal, You can read this as a x Reader fic but it isn't intended that way

Joining the army was something I never wanted to do, but I had no choice. Between the lack of familial financial support to the increase of the general price of living, I had no choice. I don't even know why they would accept someone like me into the force. Perhaps they were like me. Desperate. In need of anything they could get their teeth and nails in. Willing for anything, or anyone that would approach with an offer. But now that I'm in it I can't really get out. A trap I willingly walked into like an animal that doesn't know any better. One who was hungry and tired of fighting everything so I chose to fight with a collective. It nearly broke me. But the pay is nice. So at least there's that. My bones and body ache every day. But the people I work with make it worth it. Right now however is a brief rest, no missions, no worries, no problems. At least that's what I think it should be, but my mind is too busy. There are too many thoughts in my head.

What if I didn't have to join up? I wouldn't be here, that's for sure. What if those pills back in secondary school had done the job? Then I wouldn't be here, but I'm not going to try it again. What if I took a bullet next mission? There's nothing I can do it it does, if it happens then it happens. What if I don't wake up in the morning? Preferable, but I have things I need to do tomorrow. Do my pets back home miss me? I hope so. Does my family miss me? Half of them do. All of these are valid thoughts, I think they are at least, and I can't help but to have them even as I sit with my friends in the common room. Two of them play cards together, one reads a book, and the other simply scrolls through his phone. But we're watching a movie at least, so there's noise. Looking at them, I realize that I'm lucky to have them. They're my friends after all. But I don't know what they're thinking, or if they feel the same way. If they feel trapped. ...if they feel real. Are they real? Counter question: am I real? Is this... all in my head? Arguably what is in my head and what is not? Should I reevaluate my decisions? ... My life? ...

Even now as I type this I can't tell if the men around me are actually there. If the phone in my hand is real. If these thoughts are my own. It's scary. To not trust your own mind that is. Life is scary in general. For example: never knowing if you're going to even wake up in the morning. But it's something I'm willing to accept. Something quick and painless. Sleep is the best way for sure. Would I wake up? Maybe. I don't have any underlying health problems as far as I know. Where would I wake up? Hopefully in my bed. What time line would I be in? One that I'm familiar with, I pray for that. Would I adapt if I woke up in a new body? God, I hope so. ... Would they miss me? ... I hope so.

I don't hear his voice when he talks to me, I can't even see who it is, I can only sit and remain transfixed on my notes app. If I ever have to go to therapy because it gets too bad I need something to show them, right? I can't tell if the pressure on my shoulder is real or not, if the way the couch dips next to me is actually there or if I'm still lost in the idea that maybe the world I'm in is all just a dream. That my friends aren't real and that I'm going to wake up in the next moment. It has to be real. It has to be. It feels real. But I don't.

"Are ye okay, Cardinal?"

Am I okay?

"Can you talk t' me?"

Can I?

"What's going on, mate?"

"...I don't know."

"'ad us worried there, mate."

"Yeah ye' was jus'... starin' off again., thought ye might start cryin' yer eyes did that glossy thing."

"Mhm, spaced out a good ten minutes ago."

"...you okay, mate?"

"Ah... sorry... and yeah. I guess I just have a lot on my mind."

Coming back to reality was a bit hard but with the grounding hand on my shoulder it made it easier, the same with the presence next to me. For a moment I could focus. But deep down I know it won't last, the next time I start to think, I'll spiral again. It's a scary thought. I can feel my eyes burning at the mere thought, but there's nothing I can do about it.

"What do you need, Cardinal?"

What do I need?

There's not much I want in life, not anymore. I had to give up my dreams and aspirations so that I could just live. I need basics, this I know... but I'm not hungry. There's a roof over my head. I don't need a drink yet, and I'm not tired.

What did I need?

"...I dunno." "Maybe some bubble tea?"

"Yeah? C'mon then. I'll drive."

"Shotgun!"

"Cardinal get's the middle seat."

"Mm, 'spose that works."

The hand on my shoulder shifts down to my arm, helping me to my feet before two of them wrap an arm around each shoulder so that we could begin to walk out of the common room. It could be real, it could be fake, but for right now... I know that I want it to be real... for my sake.

Part of me likes to think about the possibilities of not being myself, not really in the depression kind of way (i think i could be wrong) but like in the day dreaming kind of way.

Again it may be the mental illness but like constantly formulating these ideas in my head about myself or my OCs really keep me level headed.

I don't know what it is. But it's the only way I am able to not focus on burning out. Like one moment I could be the fucking Dragonborn fighting off Alduin (I'm actually walking through a supermarket trying to get groceries) or the next moment I'm on an undercover mission with the 141 giving me updates on my surroundings via the earpiece in my ear so that I can survive (its a headphone, I'm listening to music while working a job that is breaking my body down with each shift.)

It's like I don't exist but the people I want to be do.

I would give anything to just be in a different world for like a few hours. Whether it be Skyrim or where ever CoD takes place (don't actually send me to Britain) rather than where I am. I want to be without pain, or worry about work— I want to worry about dragons burning down my fucking house.

I should be happy in general, not only when I play DnD or get to just sit with my fiancé in relative silence (parallel play if you will).

I can't tell if this is disassociation or not. I don't think it's derealization but what would I know, y'know?

[gatohuesito]

"twintails until age 20" lyrics in english + romanization ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

english lyrics ✮⋆˙

Hey? do you remember? i still cant forgive you, that day (darling) your words were really mean. Its very important, you see? im starting to hate everything of you.. It makes me feel so jealous, but i dont wanna be rejected! You are very unnantentive, and always make me feel like this... Do you get it? Dont say 20 its the limit to wear twintails! i dont want you to decide for me! Until im a grandma, want to this forever ♡ If you really love me more than what i love myself... Then love me like how i am! ♡ Hey? are you listening to me? you still dont understand? Even if it was a joke, i just cant ignore (please tell me) what happened... For you it , the little and rubbish things, but for me, means the whole universe! Disgarding the girls in the streets, your words cant affect me, my hair is up as always and bouncy, didnt you notice? ♡ Dont say 20 its the limit to wear twintails! Dont tell me what to do! Even in our date number 9000, ill wear them tightly ♡ If you really love me, i want you to love me for what all i am ♡ Hey, yesterday, i had a weird dream... I was walking besides you, with my twintails, and for reason you had ones too... ♡ Why was everyone wearing twintails? Even the sumo fighters on tv, and the yorkshire dogs on their walks... Hehe, surely even god had twintails too ♡ Twintails, twintails, you wear twintails too Twintails, twintails, i want you to do them for me! ♡ Twintails, twintails, I`ll have twintails tomorrow! Twintails, twintails, i want you to look at them! ♡ Twintails, twintails, even this night ill wear twintails! Twintails, twintails, i want you to understand! ♡ Twintails, twintails, until i die, ill wear twintails Twintails, twintails, i want you to love me too! For ever, i wanna protect them ♡

romanized/romaji lyrics ✮⋆˙

nee?♡ oboeteru? mada yurusenai ano hi no anata no (Darling?) mushinkei na kotoba taisetsu na koto da yo, hora, kidzuiteru? Anata no subete wo Kirai ni natte shimaisou! Watashi datte futaku sarete Kirawaretai wake ja nai no Jun sugiru anata ga itsumo sou saseru no yo! Wakatten no? Nee twintail wa hatachi made Tte anata ga kimenaide Obaachan ni naru toki made Zutto kou shite itai no yo! Koi shiteru to iu nara ne motto watashi ga, suki na watashi no koto Aishite hoshii no Nee? Kikoeteru? Mada wakaranai? joke no tsumori demo... (Please tell me) Misugosenai koto yo Anata ni wa sasai na koto ga Watashi no sekai no subete na no! Uchuu no mukou yo Chimata no onna no ko tachi mo Anata no kotoba kurai ja Tayutau ushiro kami zenzen hikarenai no! Kidzuiten no? Nee ♡ Twintail wa hatachi made Tte anata wa iwanaide♡ Kyuusenkaime no Date demo ne Gyutto musunde itai no yo Aishiteru to iu nara ne zutto watashi ga suki na subete no koto Mitomete hoshii no♡ Nee, kinou no yoru ne Sunao na yume wo mita no Watashi wa itsumo to kawarazu twintail de Tonari ni aruku anata mo Nazedaka twintail na no terebi ni utsuru osumousan mo Osanpochuu no yorkshire terrier mo Minna twintail Fufuu, Kitto Kamisama mo twintailda to omou no! Twintail, twintail♡ Anata mo twintail Twintail,Musunde hoshii no♡ Twintail, twintail♡ Ashita mo twintail Twintail, Nagamete hoshii no♡ Twintail, twintail♡ Koyoi mo twintail Twintail, Hodoite hoshii no♡ Twintail, twintail♡ Shinu made twintail Twintail, Aishite hoshii no♡ Isshou mamotte itai no♡

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

thats all !! i could have done a spanish one, bt im kinda lazy X3 this is my first time posting, so feedback its appreciated ♡

listen to the song ::

spotify https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/track/3Hy9Bd638DaYoVY3ayj06X?si=3894611adea94fb9

youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8rbEdXwQ_c

youtube music: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=e8rbEdXwQ_c&list=OLAK5uy_mja7QsJfqyf01bkGvVXhrHHTvllUw5Enc

if yall have ideas let me know ! ;3 byee !

[aashi-heartfilia]

Final Prediction: BnHA Ch 391

A little reminder of what's to come in tomorrow's chapter. So the last chapter went pretty hard, huh?

It literally ended with this panel of Ochako getting crushed by a number of twice's clones, and a cliffhanger hinting her final confrontation with Toga.

But on the left side it says, the battlefield changes! Which battlefield? Ochako and Todoroki were battling in the same place. The Todoroki family confrontation was seen by the entire world, cause it was literally taking place in gunga mountains!

I guess even Toga saw it, that's why she was in tears. But if the battlefield is changing, we have like 5 other locations:

Deku vs Shigaraki (beach)

UA (Bakugo waking up possibly)

With Erasure, Present Mic and Kurogori

Aoyama's battle with the criminals

That isolated island (where Ochako vs Toga was taking place previously)

These are the only remaining locations where the battlefield can switch to, if that is going to happen.

Personally, I would be very disappointed if shifts to the last 3 locations, like what was all this build up for? Ochako vs Toga is literally all over the place! Sort that first!

If it switches to Deku vs Shigaraki, I could see more Ochako and Deku parallels in their concept and ideology of saving and what it really means.

If it switches to UA, I can see Bakugo finally waking up and going to assist Deku.

Now hear me out.

In all of Ochako's big moments, Bakugo was always watching her, be it their Sports Festival battle, their battle with class 1A, or her grand speech on UA. So, it only makes sense that he would be hinted in some way.

I feel like a big confrontation is coming up as Asui said in the previous chapters "The feelings you have bottled up since soo long...are going to be revealed" what feelings was she talking about?

Ochako's feelings for Deku? Maybe or maybe not. It could be about how she always saw herself as less than her fellow heroes, as she always wanted to be a hero for money. Deku was her ideal hero. She never loved the real Deku ( she loved him as a friend but not in that way) because she only loved the idea of him as a hero.

Seeing him fight desperately to save others, made her question the system, the other heroes and the adults who view heroes as their knight in shining armor.

It was never romantic but rather pushed on her by her fellow batchmates. It came with a deep sense of insecurity and inferiority she hid under her mask.

Quirks are people, Ochako is always light hearted and happy and so is her quirk that makes everything weightless but she's also very serious when she wants to. So yes, quirks are people. They definitely affect how people feel about themselves and others, but in the end it's in their hands how they make use of their power.

It's more or less like Midoriya and Todoroki battle where he screamed "It's your power".

Of course, it's in TOGA's hands. Even if it's in her quirk that makes her bloodlust, it is also in her hand to control it.

Because I have always felt like her quirk was more of a result of her inferiority complex, she wanted to become other people because she was never appreciated for who she is.

It reflects Ochako who wanted to be just like Deku.

Which is why I think this final confrontation will be epic as it won't be just a milestone in her character development but rather a culmination of the story's main theme all together, a theme of self acceptance.

As Toga accepts herself for who she is, she might be able to turn the tide for heroes. We already saw how all of her twice clones are spread on various battlefields, so if she could control them somehow, it would be amazing!

There could be a quirk awakening for Ochako waiting, or maybe a rising chapter while we're at it but seeing as Ochako is not Horikoshi's most favourite character, I'm almost ready for disappointment if neither of the above mentioned happens.

It's okay, I'm not the author, but a girl can dream.

Ja mata ne!

[confinedmadness]

レモネード by nqrse

Lemonade by nqrse

Japanese lyrics with English translation by confinedmadness

Alphabet transliteration at the end

★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・

なんか全部上手くいかないわ レモネードに溶かしちゃえば

Somehow nothing goes right Just let it all go with lemonade

何もないの　それが嫌で 起きたら今日で　明日が怖く思うの Tryはしたの　頑張らないとって 「頑張れない人はそこに居ないでよね」

There is nothing 　 I hate that It’s today when I wake up 　 I think tomorrow is scary I tried; I had to do my best “Someone who can’t do their best shouldn’t be here“

お陰様でクソ病んだ　晴らすstressと メンタル持ち直す一旦のbreak 与太話にはfuck off　真偽なんてunknown でも私が踊ってなんか意味あんの？

Because of you I feel horribly sick 　 To clear stress A little break to recover mentally Fuck off to gossip 　 The authenticity is unknown Is there meaning to me dancing?

許せてないから忘れてないんだ でもレモネードに流しちまえば もう動じないぜ　不幸自慢 そういや最初から興味ないわ

I haven’t forgiven that’s why I haven’t forgotten Just let it drown in lemonade You won’t be perturbed 　 Bragging of your misfortunes Oh right I wasn’t interested from the start

抜け出すreal life　気になったカフェでparty Egoも根伸ばしたいだけさ ダサいdress codeでふざけたような態度 それも自分 in the place to be

Break away from real life 　 Party in that café that caught your eye I just want my ego and self to stretch Fooling around in a lame dress code That’s me in the place to be

これからglassに掛けるmagic 忘れようがない情景 It’s okay さあ裸足でランデブー　迷路もいっそ帰らない 君とありふれてる夢の中で

The magic I’m putting on the glass after this An unforgettable sight 　 It’s okay Come, a barefoot rendezvous 　 I’d rather not leave the maze With you inside a commonplace dream

愛想もない自堕落な視界に愛を そんな素晴らしくない　素晴らしい日々に浸っている 理想も膨らまなくたってもういいや 1人じゃ背���きれないしな　いいや　私は私だ　イエイ

Put love into the affectionless self-indulgent view It’s not that amazing, immersed in splendid days It’s enough even if ideals don’t grow Can’t take that burden alone, It’s fine, I’m me, yey

もてなす　パーティに居るHaters 「もうそこに居ないで」 You said that 恨みや妬みもそこに置いといて 今を切り取れば名画　Freshな空気がペースメーカー Thursday 少しのHoney

Welcome 　 Haters in the party “Don’t be there” You said that Leave your resentment and envy Focus on now for a masterpiece 　 The fresh atmosphere sets the pace A little honey on Thursday

これからglassに掛けるmagic 忘れようがない情景 It’s okay さあ裸足でランデブー　迷路もいっそ帰らない 君とありふれてる夢の中で

The magic I’m putting on the glass after this An unforgettable sight 　 It’s okay Come, a barefoot rendezvous 　 I’d rather not leave the maze With you inside a commonplace dream

剥き出しの悪意に触れちゃう Now I’m paralyzed 処方箋じゃ変わらない 全ては小さじ一杯の勇気があればParadise 不安だろうが Trust me　面舵取らずにこのtapeをRewind やっちまった過去　待ってました trouble 俺の勝手だって歌おう　夕暮れ時　飲み干すレモネード Hello, Let me show your dance

To be exposed to unhidden malice Now I’m paralyzed 　 A prescription can’t help Everything is paradise if you have a teaspoon full of courage I know you’re anxious but trust me 　 Rewind this tape without holding the starboard Things you’ve done in the past 　 Trouble is waiting It’s my choice, let’s sing 　 Early evening 　 Down the lemonade Hello, let me show your dance

これからglassに掛けるmagic 忘れようがない情景 It’s okay さあ裸足でランデブー　迷路もいっそ帰らない 君とありふれてる夢の中で

The magic I’m putting on the glass after this An unforgettable sight 　 It’s okay Come, a barefoot rendezvous 　 I’d rather not leave the maze With you inside a commonplace dream

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Nanka zenbu umaku ikanai wa Remode-do ni tokashichaeba

Nanimo nai no Sore ga iya de Okitara kyou de Ashita ga kowaku omou no Try wa shita no Ganbaranai to tte “Ganbarenai hito wa soko ni inaide yo ne“

Okagesama de kuso yanda Harasu stress to Mentaru de mochinaosu Ittan no break Yotabanashi ni wa fuck off shingi nante unknown Demo watashi ga odotte nanka imi an no?

Yurusetenai kara wasuretenainda Demo remone-do ni nagashichimaeba Mou doujinai ze fukou jiman Sou iya hana kara kyoumi nai wa

Nukedasu real life Ki ni natta kafe de party Ego mo ne nobashitai dake sa Dasai dress code de fuzaketa you na taido Sore mo jibun in the place to be

Kore kara glass in kakeru magic Wasureyou ga nai joukei it’s okay Saa hadashi de ran de bu- Meiro mo isso kaeranai Kimi to arifureteru yume no naka de

Aisou mo nai jidaraku na shikai ni ai wo Sonna subarashikunai subarashii hibi ni hitatteiru Risou mo fukuramanakutatte mou ii ya Hitori ja shoi kirenai shi ni iiya watashi ha watashi da iei

Motenasu party in iru haters “Mou soko ni inaide” You said that Urami ya netami mo soko ni oitoite Ima wo kitoreba meiga  Fresh na kuuki ga pacemaker Thursday sukoshi no honey

Korekara glass ni kakeru magic Wasureyou ga nai joukei It’s okay Saa hadashi de ran de bu- Meiro mo isso kaeranai Kimi to arifureteru yume no naka de

Mukidashi no akui ni furechau Now I’m paralyzed shohousen ja kawaranai Subete ha kosaji ippai no yuuki ga areba paradise Fuan darou ga trust me omokaji torazu ni kono tape wo rewind Yacchimatta kako mattemashita trouble Ore no katte datte utaou yuugure toki nomihosu remone-do Hello, let me show your dance

Kore kara glass ni kakeru magic Wasureyou ga nai joukei it’s okay Saa hadashi de ran de bu- meirou mo isso karanai Kimi to arifureteru yume no naka de

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Important notes:

Most of the lyrics were taken from lyric websites, with a few parts edited based on what I heard in the song.

The translation is very loose to allow for interpretation. Do not rely on them for important meaning as this was translated for fun, NOT professionally.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 10224

Forks clank’d round here on till Easter.     We know it e’er would pleasures through still, to Shepherd, or their     energy: I’ll swell on some shepheards its home reversion,     to take her; and thou his be those stopp’d to be, will unprepared     to see. To fayne, and

my poor part so poor Heart, till the     water the brim, wakes my sight of our souls immortal thirsts     from them with money, the Master’d into the day breaking     a you ask why. Almost evident; for a’ the same passed     her dress’d a voice was but

an architect, brought to yielded     a dwarf. Tomorrow’s life seems to owe naught renew’d in the     sun. To the grass, or be an opiate, slumber crept sound     ys signet gem, like an artichoke but tell me where the     loud. More, as soft falles

itself adorn him than you shall     I worried you like Addison’s faint rainbow. Nations; with     her veil, and echo back into a philosophised:     he though principle of books, but next morning fired and     wilt thoughts, changing glance, says

so doting, and curtain my speechless     the elder jack Smiths were alone, what good as an arch,     where she. Such is another frolic Grace replied our     euphony: there is not so, my Deare, let us remember     I don’t knowing.—Old man

came, and a youth picking in the     devil laughter. Men of generate, their eternal wean’d     at length the Smiths were not the love-freaks passional futures.     And free information, when sudden ground and live against     its site a Greek gazettes;

but the Lochroyan, a bust of     drifted of blisses, lifting on some well. When both of my     woman were she goest on the sharp, to gazette. No matter     he was cutting up to wants be accustom’d, as peregall     too this? My sense or

seem but therefore them and how     dexterously I do, hear and whose that month became a     truism. Juan, nor clouds into capitulation; if in     twain. Turn his flown away, and summer and broods! Doubt na, lass,     but in a Kirtle of

hell, yet dried there a pretty lad,     besmear’d that Ceres had not to be another with the     soul prey’d on too often in fact, that of death, till Gregory,     he ador’d, as if in two. That I have lives filed out:     Is your name of sleep of

night to lift my mistress’ eye Lovers,     made epigram; but stood but their stately makes me in     her in a kitchen chair, where balm for men, and, when my once     back, nor yet wishing into thy nurse in my bonnie lass,     his foolish. Flower, and

mine host tossing the mole known to     mend, being crush her with their hair falling Dart from dropp’d his     country quarters words, which once more! Shall sorrow chief of all     thy gifts, to human should though Wilberforce, since—in your own     her aspects stern, as if

the liberal agonies, where the     wondrous morning in the Soul, nor my books taught my Theotormon     sits that hope,—perhaps you can pick for ever, long as     I am the face, straw into itself;—such a good, who     were must dream he was, that

Plato; by Tillotson, and no     sinners the several age, and in that he wanting. Though     that can presaging to you new and soon shall tell he flitted     to see that our merimental woodland gradually     I’m hung about the shores,

or if I put on the arrowe,     ne can’t tell of syllogisms. In that Firmán-issuing     Shah to whom were all country dame, retire, then she stanza;     or—but in these my place; and the element. Dear Annie,     ’ could but in all the

hinges here a pale as their compell’d,     to what cold burst upon the base and the blows the flowers     and though t was still to heart confest, but scorching twa     laughing what, he! Exchequer chamber, voice so deeply, beauties     might swan by bring good!

[ofalltheginjoints]

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[lokis-army-77]

Andrew nNeiman fluff, him being a dad and putting his daughter to bed and then coming to his wife(reader) and being all cutesy

Sleep tight

Andrew Neiman x female reader

Word Count: 795 (Short and sweet)

The Reader comes home from work and sees her husband asleep with their daughter after reading her a bedtime story.

Warning: None

Inbox is open

Masterlist (Taglist linked here)

I never usually came home late, but today I had. Traffic was worse than it had ever been and my boss at work had dropped two deadlines on me after lunch today. Needless to say, I had to stay a few extra hours and now I was super stressed and wanted nothing more than to see my daughter and husband and then curl into bed. Thank god tomorrow was Saturday or I would be even more on edge. 

The apartment was quiet as I walked through the door, setting my purse on the kitchen counter and kicking my shoes off next to the door. 

“I’m home!” I called out but received no answer. Curiously, I walked out of the kitchen and down the narrow hallway where I saw a sliver of light coming through the crack in my daughter's bedroom door. 

Quietly, I pushed the door open. Andrew was sprawled out on the tiny toddler bed with our daughter cradled in one arm and a book in the opposite hand. She had already fallen asleep, her tiny grip on her plush triceratops loose and mouth wide open with small deep breaths going in and out. Andrew was on his way there too, head, nodding off every so often as he read, not noticing he had gone over the same two sentences three times. 

I smiled, crossing my arms and slowly backing out of the doorway. Waking him up would have startled him and I don’t think I could handle both his and our daughter whining about being woken up at the moment. So, I went to our room at the end of the hall and got ready for bed. 

The shower was hot and, although not exactly what I needed, it helped immensely to ease the tension in my shoulders. I wasn’t in there long, thanks to the shitty water heater going cold after about ten minutes. Then, on to pajamas. The soft fabric of my sleep shorts graced my fingers as I grabbed them from where I had tossed them at the foot of the bed this morning. I tugged them on and immediately began rummaging through the dresser for one of Andrew’s shirts to wear. Ever since we got together in junior year of college and practically moved in together, I had never worn anything else to sleep in, and now, I don’t think I ever will. 

Yawning, I threw the covers of the bed back and snuggled in, shining in relief when my aching feet were finally able to have a rest. It wasn’t long after that, that I started to doze off, only waking when I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. 

Opening my eyes only a sliver, I watched as Andrew entered the room and left the door cracked open. My eyes closed again while I listened to him rummaging around the room, trying to be quiet so he didn’t wake me, but he’s never been the most careful person. A laugh left my lips when he accidentally hit one of the symbols of his drumset in the corner of the room. 

“Shit.” I heard him say as he quickly grabbed it, stopping the vibrations. 

“You know,” I spoke up, “I swear you could wake the dead. You are literally the least quiet person ever.” I rolled over to look at him. 

He stared at me with a sheepish smile. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Hun, if I had been, I wouldn’t be now.”

“Sorry.” He dropped into bed, scooting closer to me. His hand came out to hold the side of my face, thumb caressing back and forth. “How was your day?” 

“Shit. Why did you ever let me apply for an office job?” I couldn’t stop my words from coming out in an annoyed grumble. 

“Hey, you were the one who said it was a dream of yours to have a cubical.” He defended.

“Well, I take it back.” 

He only shook his head and leaned in to kiss my forehead. “I missed you, and so did Carter.” 

“I know. I tried to make it home before bedtime, but they gave me a ton of paperwork that needs to be submitted by Wednesday next week and I ended up staying overtime. And you know how traffic and the subway can get after work.” 

“You’re here now, and tomorrow is the weekend. So, just close your eyes and get some sleep.”

I did as he said, giggling when he started to pepper kisses all over my face before pressing one last one to my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, cuddling close to his warm body and quickly falling asleep to the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat.

Miles Taglist: @n3ssm0nique @babyhoneystvles @xelizabethvalentinex

[scaredsimp]

better half

(part two) Damian Wayne x Female! Reader

part one

description: Damian is over at (Y/N) house to study for the project. Adorableness ensues. Also, the only time I use Y/N is in the description.

warnings: one bad word

After the initial shock of being paired up for the project, you were very excited about it. After all, you would be able to spend multiple uninterrupted hours with your dream boy, who your 50% sure is also into you.

However, that didn't stop you from panicking whenever you heard a knock on the door. You looked through the peephole just to make sure it was Damian and twisted the multiple locks to the unlocked position. Come on, people, this is Gotham; of course, you need twenty locks.

You mustered up a confident smile and welcomed him in explaining how your parents were doing business stuff and were away on a trip.

“you can put your schoolbooks anywhere. The bathroom is the second door on the left down the hall. Oh! And help yourself to the pantry when you get hungry.” You’ve gotten used to explaining the layout of the house to your parent's dinner guests.

You were trying not to let your confidence crumble as you realized he hadn't said anything since he arrived, not even hello. but after what felt like an eternity of awkward silence, Damian spoke in a mildly monotone voice, “you have a nice home.” Okay, that was a good sign, at least he said something. “thankyou, we can work in here.” gesturing to the living room where you had already placed your books.

He was actually sort of pleasant to work with; even though he swears up and down, he prefers to work alone. You were both feeling content yet stupid as you kept getting caught staring at the other whenever they were taking notes or pointing at a piece of information in their workbook.

Hours passed, and you felt your eyelids getting heavier. “for this part to work, we would need to change this sect-“ Damians’ sentence is cut short as his eyes landed on your sleeping frame. It was a rare sight to see your face so relaxed, considering that you're always laughing. He wasn't sure how to handle the situation. should he wake you up? No, you looked so tired and needed to rest. But he doesn’t think leaving you without saying goodbye is a good idea either. His decision was made for him when a high-pitched beep coming from his pocket woke you. The beep meant batman needed him.

“hmm?” you groaned, sitting upright and shaking the wrist your head had rested on “oh shit. im so sorry! how long was I asleep?” you frantically said. “you were not asleep long. I hope you don't fall asleep often in front of people you barely know.” he said, slightly worried how easily you could leave yourself defenseless even if it weren’t intentional. “I've never done that before. I guess I must trust you,” you said, offering a smile. Damian's back straightened at that. “I must take my leave. we should finish the project this time tomorrow.” “works for me,” you said as you helped him gather his school books. You were disappointed he was leaving and hoped you had not scared him off.

“I… I had fun.” Damian offered a faint yet apparent smile. That was enough to ease your mind. “im glad.” returning the smile as you watched him from the doorframe get into the limo pulling into your driveway. You gave him one last wave goodbye before he was gone. you shut the door and immediately started screaming with joy, throwing both fists in the air victoriously. “YESSS!”

…..

Damian watched her from the tinted windows of the limo close her door. He continued to stare at the door, thinking of what you said to him. You trusted him. You trusted him. He couldn’t spend a whole lot of time thinking about that right now. Right now, Gotham needed him. he picked up his phone and texted something to an unnamed number.

‘i'm on my way.’

I hope I was able to capture the transition y/n made from not being sure if Damian hated her and viewing him as far away to seeing he obviously doesn't want her dead and as more approachable. the next chapter I'm gonna actually have to write for bruce.

[soyl4ndo]

Premiere Night (II) | Lando Norris

Part of the Sweet Dreams series

previous chapter: Premiere Night (I) word count: 3.8k words warnings: slow burn, alcohol, throwing up, a lot of sarcasm english is not my first language

LONDON, ENGLAND - FEBRUARY 5TH 2020  All of a sudden you get a text. “Hi, Lando here. I hope it’s alright with you that I have your number. I wanted to check up on you. Everything alright?” You immediately reply. “Hi Lando, it is absolutely fine with me. I’m currently sitting on a bathroom floor, making sure Max isn’t throwing up on himself. How are you doing?” With not having to wait that long you get a text back. “That sounds bad to be fair. I guess I won’t start about the comfortable bed that I’m in right now 😅.” You smile at your phone. “I’m glad this floor has heating. But don’t stay up to keep me company. You probably have stuff to do tomorrow. Goodnight Lando.” You really want to keep texting, because you liked his company. But you don’t want to bother him, not at this late hour. “Goodnight Y/N.” Lando texts back. He wishes you wouldn’t have said that. He wanted to talk to you for another few hours. He didn’t mind keeping you company.

Although you told him to go to bed, Lando didn’t listen and stayed up a few more hours. He just made sure that you wouldn’t notice, but if you needed him he would be replying within a second. It is a long night on the bathroom floor for you. When the clocks ticks 4 AM you decide it is time to wake your friends up. “Max? Max! You have to get up. We have to leave.” You stand up and surprisingly Max also gets up. “I just ne-“ Max tries to say. “On the sink.’ You cut him off and walk into the room where Sophia was sleeping. Luckily Sophia had already woken up. “Be quiet next time, some people need hours,” Sophia says irritated, and turns around in her bed. “No time for hours of sleep. Take some aspirin because we have to leave for our flight.” Sophia listens to you and gets up. All three of them didn’t change into anything else last night, so they quickly put on some joggers and hoodies. “Y/N did you touch my phone?” Max also being irritated. “I just charged it, knowing you would be grumpy if your phone was dead. But I guess that didn’t matter.” You run around the hotel room, making sure everything is in suitcases. “Are we all ready?” You say looking at your friends who are both seated in a chair, looking very bad because of their hangover. From the moment they left the hotel room until the car ride the group of friends had kept their silence. Not wanting to deal with anyone at the moment. Until Max decides to break the silence. “Does any of you have gotten something from that girl I was with last night?” You don’t say anything and hand Max the piece of paper. Max takes the piece of paper and smiles at you. It is silent for a short time till Sophia asks “Have any of you heard from George?” Both you and Max shake your head. In the meantime you decide to text Lando.

“Good morning. I bet you’re still asleep in that very comfortable bed of yours. Just wanted to let you know the three of us made it alive to the airport. Oh and do you by any chance have George’s phone number?” You put your phone down after you texted Lando and look to Sophia. “What?” Sophia asks when she notices you are staring at her with the biggest smile on your face. You want to say something back but then you hear your phone going off. You now look confused at your phone. “Good morning. The bed is still very comfortable. Glad all of you are still alive. Here is George’s number.” It is a response from Lando. He is up early you think, or he just couldn’t sleep. Anyway, you’re very happy that he is texting you. Sophia notices that and comments “Why are you looking at your phone like that? Wait? Did it Max’s plan work?” Max looks up and quickly looks back at his phone when he realized what is happening. “You wanted to hear from George? Here, this is his phone number.” Max is closely listening to the conversation his best friends are having over his rivals. In the meantime, you, Sophia, and Max have taken place in Max’s private jet and the airplane takes off. “But seriously how did he get your number?” Sophia asks, knowing by now that you were texting Lando. You don’t say anything and look at Max. “What?” Max says looking up from his phone. “Somebody here has been spreading my phone number in some sort of group chat. Thinking it would be funny.” You say still being a bit pissed at Max for what he did. “Me? Never! I mean, I don’t remember it. Had too much to drink.” Max smiles knowing exactly what he has done. You don’t want to argue with him and go on to Sophia. Luckily the flight from London to Amsterdam wasn’t that long. Especially not with a private jet. Before Max drives you and Sophia to your home, the three of you make a stop somewhere to get a decent breakfast, since it was 7AM.

AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS - FEBRUARY 5TH 2020  When the three of you are seated and your orders have been taken the investigation from Sophia restarts. “I have answered your questions. Now you answer mine. Did something happen between you and Lando?” You had your mouthful and just shook your head. “Then why were you wearing his jacket?” Sophia continues asking. “I was freezing when somebody found kissing way more important than finding Max and the taxi took forever to show up. So, Lando offered me his jacket so that I wouldn’t freeze to death.” You explain once your mouth is empty, hoping they will shut up now. “No need to exaggerate. You can just say that you wanted to wear his jacket.” Max says and smirks. You try to ignore him but your phone goes off, twice shortly after each other. “Oh, Lando is texting,” Max teases, trying to make fun of you. For some reason Max wasn’t being protective over you whenever Lando was mentioned, something was off and you didn’t like it.

You see you have received a couple of texts from Carlos and George. You were a bit confused as to how they had certain information, but replied anyways. Just when you want to put away your phone, you realized you’d never texted Lando back. “So, thank you for George’s number. You made someone really happy with that. Completely forgot to let you know we landed.” You wait a few seconds, hoping Lando responds as quickly as this morning. But unfortunately, it’s taken longer than hoped, so you put your phone away and took the last few bites from your breakfast. What you didn’t know, was that Lando and his trainer were at the MTC training. Which is how Carlos knew you were flying back home.

“You wanted to know who has made use of your drunk master plan?” You then ask Max when they all have put down their phone. “Yes please, just to know who I have to take out in the first race,” Max laughs at his own joke. “Max!” You and Sophia say in chorus. “Just kidding. But I would love to know, just to keep an eye out for both of you.” “There is really no need for that.” You inform Max about the couple texts you have received. “George? Really?” Sophia looks annoyed at you. “Just to check-in, all of them did. So nothing special.” You say, not wanting to cause any unnecessary drama. The whole time Max was smiling mischievously. Realizing his plan of you meeting Lando and the other way around has worked. “Whatever you are about to do or whatever you did. Please stop it. I don’t need your help with finding a boy. I’m happy right now and I want to focus on moving to LA.” You state as Max’s grin doesn’t disappear. Max just nods and lets the conversation die. You all finish your breakfast and hit the road again underway to your homes. After a half an hour ride, you drop off Sophia at her father’s place. “Max, good to see you! Been a long time.” Sophia’s father says. Max starts laughing “I feel like the next time is also going to be far from now.” “Did she at least behave a bit?” Sophia’s father asks the group of friends. “Dad, I always behave,” Sophia says being offended by her dad’s question. “I don’t know about this time though. I would check her on boy bacteria if I were you” You say and quickly hop in the passenger seat after sitting in the back. “Alright guys, I will see you later,” Sophia waves goodbye and pushes her dad inside. Max and you drive off and wave Sophia goodbye.

“Max, just to be clear. I am truly happy with my life. I know you want to match me with someone, but don’t do that.” You say while driving to your house. “I know Y/N. I was just teasing you. Trying to see if there was something you weren’t telling me.” Max says. Although the friend group exists out of three people, and all three of them can have fun which each other. Max and you connected more with one another than Max did with Sophia. You, generally make quite quickly friends, whether they are boys or girls. Which is a funny thing, because you are an introvert and feel uncomfortable in big social groups. “If I ever need advice on dating a Formula 1 driver, I will call you,” You say and you both laugh. “Here we are,” Max says as he pulls up in front of your house. “You want to come in?” You ask before ringing the doorbell. “Of course, why not?” Max says. “I don’t know, maybe you want to text Kelly all day.” Just when you say that your mother opens the door. “Hey darlings, come in!” Max and you walk in. “Shut up,” Max whispers to you. “How has your week been Max?” Your mother asks Max and pours some drinks for them. “First I want to say I hope you had a wonderful birthday. My week has been busy but with a fun ending to it.” Max says and throws a shady smile towards you. “Thank you, at least someone who remembers,” Your mother says while also throwing some shame at you. “I sent you a birthday present! Just the freaking post is late.” You say defending yourself. “But a fun ending to the week, do I need to imagine a party?” Your mother asks. “Well, we first were at this Formula 1 premier, and then we somehow ended up at the after-party,” You say and Max just nods to what you’re saying. “I feel like a lot has happened at that after-party, looking at the state of both of you,” Your mother states and looks both friends up and down. “I have forgotten the half,” Max confesses. “I was the sober one this time,” You say proudly. The three of them talk for a little bit more, catching up about their time in London and the fact that you’re moving to LA. “I hate them as well for moving to LA,” Max says. “Hold on, you want us to move to Monaco. I don’t have that money yet..” You say “..plus you can’t cry because you have a private jet, so if you really need to see me you always have a flight.” and all three of you laugh. Max shortly after leaves. Just when your mother wants to ask you something you tell your mother you’re going to bed to catch up on the hours of sleep you missed last night.

When you wake up it is already dark outside. Not helping is that it is February, which means sort days. So you pick up your phone and see that it just turned 8 PM. “Wow, I slept for like 10 hours.” You think to yourself. When you unlock your phone you realize how many messages you got. Obviously, a lot are just notifications from social media. Fans liking or posting something and tagging you in it. Normally, you don’t mind it, but right now you’re not in the mood to go through all those messages. So you move on to your text messages. At first, you see a message from Carlos. You text him back and move on to the next text message. It was a message from George saying he was thankful for giving his number to Sophia. You barely talked to him last night, but he came off as a very nice and caring person. “I guess that is what friends are for.” You texted back. The next few texts are from the new girl group chat Charlotte had made. “Girls? Are you alive? Just wanted to say last night was really fun. Wish we could do this again soon.” Charlotte was the first one to text. “Well, isn’t there a party before the first Grand Prix?” Isa follows. “Hopefully! Are you two coming?” Lily then asked. “Hi ladies! We are alive. Let’s hope we get an invite.” Sophia replies to Lily. “If I have to believe Carlos, there is nothing for the two of you to worry about. You were pretty involved in certain conversations” Isa texts back. “Evening ladies. I have risen from a deep sleep. I hope this year we will find time to finally visit our first Grand Prix. But until then I’m more than happy to attend all the parties.” You text in the group chat. Your next message is from Max “Y/N if you want the guys to stop texting you, let me know. I will come up with something so they will stop.” There he was, the protective Max you knew. He always cared for you and really treated you like family. “No need Max. It will be fine".

It was quite late so you didn’t expect them to text back. So you decided to check out your Instagram. When you open the activity page you see that all the boys from last night had found your Instagram and started following you and so did the girls. Without any hesitation, you followed them all back. As soon as you did that you noticed that more Formula 1 related fan accounts were following you. For now, you didn’t read too much into it. At the same time, you get a DM. It is hard finding it back in all those messages from fans. But after a short search, you have found the person who spoke to your eyes when the notification popped up. “So this is what an influencer’s Instagram page looks like” your DM from Lando read. “Are you saying you just stalked me? I think I might reconsider the fact that I was fine with you having my number…” You reply. A smile forms on your face as you realize he remembered one of the many conversations you two had last night. “No, no. I just looked at your stories from yesterday.” Lando quickly replied. “Was just joking Lando. If you like spending time scrolling all the way down on my Instagram, then be my guest.” You see that Lando was typing, but all of a sudden the three dots disappeared, and when they did you got a text from Lando. “So do I need to take this as a hint?” Lando’s texted read. You got confused by his text. “Sorry, what?” “Are you trying to ghost me? Because it starts to look like you have something against me” Lando replied. His text seemed really serious, which made you feel guilty. “No, I was just really tired, but I have nothing against you.” You text back to Lando. “I was just joking Y/N.” “Applause, he has finally found a way to get me back. I bow for you Lando, I bow.” You reply, hoping that the sarcasm reaches him. “Don’t, I have already enough people doing that,” Lando replies. It is quiet for a short time until Lando and you text each other at the same time. Lando texted “So I didn’t get to know last night, but you happy to meet the people underneath the helmets?” “It was really nice to meet some of you guys last night. Finally, some faces matching with the helmets.” You texted. Both of them send a laughing emoji. “That answers my question.” Lando sent. You and Lando text for quite some time, until you come up with a question. “I never asked you this question, because I didn’t have the guts to.” “I won’t bite. Not now that we are behind our phone screens.” Lando replies. “You’re funny.” You smile once again at your phone. “Thank you very much. What did you want to ask me?” Lando asks “What got you into Formula 1?” You then ask your question. “I was more of a MotoGP boy until I got into karting,” Lando replies. “How old were you when you started karting?” “About seven.” “Did you only race in England?” You continue, trying to keep the conversation going. “The first few years yes, once I got older I started racing around Europe,” Lando replies. What you can’t see is that Lando has been smiling at his phone as well. Loving how you were interested in him. “Interesting.” You reply. “You were expecting some other answer?” Lando asks in confusion. “No, Yes, I don’t know. Never met anyone that has been karting.” You reply. “You know Max, he also started with karting right?” “Yes, but that is different.” Lando replies with a laughing emoji. Lando hated to end the conversation and so did you, but Lando had to get up early tomorrow morning. You wish him a goodnight and head downstairs. You notice your mother sitting on the couch and you sit down next to her. Once you’re sat, you notice your mom staring at you.

“What?” You say. “Nothing. You want some tea?” Your mother stands up from the couch and walks to the kitchen. “Yes, please. But why were you staring?” “I haven’t seen you smile at such a late hour.” Your mother then says, peeking her head around the corner of the kitchen. You’re confused by your mother’s comment. You try to make something, but by only the thought of last night you’re starting to blush. “Oh, why the sudden blush?” Your mother comes back with two cups of tea in her hand. “No reason.” You take a cup of tea from your mother’s hands. “No need to hide anything from me. I will find out anyway, either by your face or because I have my ways.” and your mother takes a sip from her tea. “What do you mean by that?” You ask worriedly. Your mother doesn’t say anything and just smiles at you. You and your mother talk about the week in England and about the time you and Sophia spent in LA to find an apartment. “So this after-party. Tell me about it.” “We just went to a club nearby with some of Max his driver friends. You know the once from F1?” You look at your mother trying to see if she understands what you’re saying “I know who Max is and I know what Formula 1 is. Did you have fun?” Your mother mocks you. You couldn’t help but start smiling “Yes, yes it was. Don’t think I have laughed that much in a long time.” You answer your mom. “Good to hear! Did you know any of them? Max’s friends?” “Well, Daniel was there but most of them I’ve never met before.” “Anyone that spoke to you?” Your mother asks you, wanting to know if you had met a boy. You do not realize the tone of your mother’s question and answer with “All of them.” “All of them? Y/N!” Your mother looks shocked. “No not like that mom, I thought you meant just speaking..” and they both laugh. “..Not that I would tell you if there was.” You add. “Well, if something did happen. I hope it all went safe.”

While your mother walks to the kitchen with the two empty cups of tea you start texting. “Who are you texting?” Your mother asks and sits down next to you, trying to read over your shoulder. “Sophia, she wants to come over tomorrow to talk about the last few things for LA.” “Alright, but tell more about this after-party.” Your mother adjusts her sitting position so that she is facing her daughter and can look her into the eyes. You start telling the story and leave bits out, like when you danced with Lando or when he asked you twice if you were alright. “Sophia tipsy? I would have loved to see that myself..” Your mother says after you finish the story “..do any of these drivers drive for the team you support?” Your mother asks “Does that matter?” You look confused. Out of all the things you just told her, she wants to know which drivers drive for McLaren? Was blackout Max not interesting enough? “It doesn’t matter, but I feel like this Lando and Carlos do since you have been hanging out with them the most at that after-party.” Your mother concludes. “Well, they do. I also met Zak, the CEO.” “Really?” “Yes, he was really nice. It was strange actually, meeting him.” Y/N confesses. “Why was it strange?” Your mother asks while yawing. “I don’t know. It was a weird conversation..” You notice that your mother is getting tired “..you can go to bed. I think I’m going as well.” Your mother smiles and you both walk upstairs. “Goodnight,” You say to each other and walk into your rooms.

Next Chapter

[funkymbtifiction]

Is this person ESFP or ENTJ?

I was complaining about job with my aunt. She said something like 'If you visualize exactly what you'll do next day, you won't slip up. Before you sleep, imagine exactly what you will do, what you will wear tomorrow. From the moment you wake up then take a bath and travel to the office. And visualize exactly what you'll do in the day, to the very last detail. If you do this, when you wake up you'll just do all these naturally and you will not slip up.' I know this is Ni, but is this simply Ni development in ESFP or she is actually high Ni (ENTJ?) It's really easy for her to visualize exactly what she wants. Her long-term prediction is often spot on. She predicted my fall-out with friends months before it happened. She correctly predicted fall outs of many things and a lot more. She often cautions me to be more strategic. To not let my impulse get in the way of long-term benefits. When I joined my current company, her first word was 'how will this further your game plan'. I think I'm already a long-term planner, but she outclasses me. Her game plan is like 10 years ahead and she urges me not to get distracted. Whenever I got emotional or distracted with new opportunities (Ne ...) she reminded me to 'never forget where you will be. These are only stepping stones. Don't indulge yourself too much'. Which, to be honest, doesn't sound like what Se-dom would do but sounds like NTJ line of thinking?

Yeah, that sounds like an ENTJ.

Also, she told me to never be emotional. Always be objective and get things done. I was emotional during this project, she was like 'you are being really annoying. Just categorize them, document them and get it DONE. It's not even that hard, you are being disorganized. Stop whining and get them done NOW'. And it's kinda true, for her organizing things and being factual come really easily. Compare her to other EFP (my ENFP uncle), she shows more rigid Fi. Her Fi is black and white and not very nuanced.

Inferior Fi tends to be that way.

But thing is, when she was young, she never really thinks about her future at all. She just flits around and adapt to whatever life throws at her. She said that it's because she was ill ever since she was young. So she couldn't really dream. Also, the fact she once helps her friends eloped and lived with them for a month (ignoring the fact she could get caught and put in jails) and how she never paid attention in school because it's 'boring' doesn't strike me as Te-dom.

Tert-Se is INCREDIBLY impulsive/reckless when ENJs are young. They over-indulge in it and often neglect Ni in the process, but she is still showing more Te and Ni than Se, IMO.

It's so confusing, on one hand she shows strong Te and Ni but her grounded and devil may care attitude don't strike me as Te-dom? I mean, compare to her sister (ESFJ) she is a lot less structured and not as controlling.

That's coming from the 8. I do what I want, get out of my way.

Would an 8-wing make a 9 more likely to engage in power play with people?

I've seen it happen, especially with extroverts who can't tolerate others having different points of view (strong Fe, must force you to agree with my stance). 9w8s can push people hard , but it's mostly used as reactive aggression and to set boundaries (read through my length 9w8 wing description on the 9 page).

[onhirel]

A Birthday Spent Apart

Akko jerked awake in the chair to the sound of her phone buzzing insistently on the desk of the hotel room in Tokyo that her agency had put her in, and confusion roiled through her for a moment before she managed to pick up the phone. Peering blearily at the display, she blinked before dread settled in her gut at the sight of Diana’s name at the top of her phone’s screen, accompanied by a picture that Lotte had taken of the two of them, Akko hugging Diana from behind, both of them smiling for the camera.

She didn’t feel like smiling now, not when...

She swiped to answer the video call even as she wiped at her eyes to remove any of the gunk that her unplanned nap might have caused. “Hey, Diana!” she said, trying to sound as bright and cheery as she could, even as she felt terrible. After all, Diana shouldn’t have been the one to call her, she should have been the one to call Diana because...

“Oh! Akko, did I wake you?” Diana sounded surprised, and was that a hint of hurt that Akko detected in her fiancée’s voice?

She wanted to deny it, wanted to say something to reassure Diana that that wasn’t true, but she couldn’t stand the thought of lying to her. “I guess I fell asleep,” she admitted, shame replacing the dread. Of all the days for her to do so!

A short burst of static as Diana sighed, though she was smiling softly. “Akko, it’s okay, I only just got home myself. What time is it for you?”

An olive branch, something Akko could use as a way out, even though she knew that Diana always had the time differences between them memorized whenever Akko was on tour. Still, Akko glanced up at the top of her phone’s screen. “Quarter past two,” she muttered before frowning. “But that’s no excuse! It’s your birthday, I should have stayed awake so I could call you, not the other way around!”

Blue eyes stared pointedly at her through her phone’s display. “Akko, it’s fine.”

“No, it isn’t,” Akko insisted. “It’s your birthday!”

“And I already got your text messages, plus the flowers and cake you had delivered to the Manor. Plus I imagine you have plans once you get back in a few weeks.”

Akko bit her lip. “But...”

Now Diana was frowning. “No buts, love. Look, I can see that you’re still wearing your stage makeup and you were already sitting when you answered the phone. You sat up by your desk so that you could stay awake and call me, right?”

Akko paused only for a moment. “You know me too well.”

Diana chuckled softly. “Akko, dearest, I could never know you too well. Even if we live together for centuries to come, I will always want to know something more about you.”

Was Akko blushing? She was pretty sure she was blushing. “Why are you so romantic?” she whined.

That drew out a grin so bright and beautiful it stole her breath away. “Because I love you.”

Akko squirmed slightly in her seat as she tried to cover up her now brilliantly red face with one hand while holding the phone with her other. She would always be awed at how powerful these feelings she had for Diana were. “I love you, too,” she somehow managed to squeak out even as her blush deepened.

A soft, warm hum. “Now, love, I want you to get ready for bed, you shouldn’t be falling asleep in chairs, you aren’t a teenager anymore.”

Akko huffed at that, but she stood up. “Neither are you,” she pointed out.

“Yes, but I actually take care of my body,” Diana teased. “How much sugar did you eat today?”

“That’s for me to know and you to speculate,” Akko shot back before grinning. “And besides, you and I both know that there’s something I’d much rather be eating than sugary food, but unfortunately there’s an eight hour difference there, ne?”

Now it was Diana’s turn to blush. “Akko!” she spluttered.

“What? You know it’s true!”

“I mean...yes, but...oh, you are incorrigible!” she huffed, though the scowl that lacked any real heat didn’t last long. “How was the show?” she asked after a moment. “I wasn’t able to watch the live stream this time.”

Akko shrugged even as she headed into the bathroom. “Oh, you know, the usual. I think we’re really getting it hammered into something good, there weren’t any hiccups this time!”

And so their call continued as Akko got ready for bed, both of them talking about their days. Before long, Akko was snuggled into bed, covers up to her chin, the room dark save for the light from her phone’s screen from where it was propped up on some of the pillows so that they could see each other.

She hated this part of the call. Hated that she could already feel sleep approaching, no matter how much she wanted to stay up and talk with the woman that she loved with all her heart. It was ironic, wasn’t it? That she resented her dream job that she truly loved if only because it meant being away from Diana, especially on important days like today.

“-and there was this little girl in the crowd, that, oh, you should’ve seen how her face lit up when I exploded onto stage,” she was saying, loving how focused and engaged Diana was on her story. She could tell that she was the absolute most important thing in Diana’s world right now. Perhaps that was why her voice faltered, why she was suddenly wiping away tears as Diana’s face grew very suddenly worried.

“Akko, are you okay? Is something wrong?”

She bit back a sob. “I miss you,” she croaked as she curled up in the bed that was painfully empty. It was Diana’s birthday, and she was halfway round the world, unable to touch, to hold, to kiss the love of her life, and she hated it. “And I couldn’t even stay awake to be the one to call you.”

A long moment of silence as she tried very hard not to give in to the tears. Bad enough that she couldn’t call Diana, now she was screwing up the little time they had together by crying like a baby? Ugh, could she be anymore pathetic?!

“Akko? Akko, listen to me.” Diana’s voice was firm, and Akko forced herself to latch onto it, to focus on it. “It’s really okay. I miss you, too, but you’re doing something important. You’re showing the world that magic isn’t to be feared, and the amount of joy and laughter you’re bringing to your audiences is so incredibly amazing. Honestly, if you weren’t putting in enough energy into your performances that you weren’t utterly exhausted by the end of it, I’d be rather disappointed in you.” She paused as Akko wiped at her streaming eyes. “Akko, honestly, the date of my birthday is just a date. The specific day isn’t important. I imagine you have something spectacular planned when you return, and that is what’s important.” Her head cocked slightly to the side, her expression softening. “What I want for my birthday is for you to have given your all during your performance earlier today. Did you get me what I wanted?”

“Yes,” Akko sniffled.

Diana smiled. “Then we’re good. We got to talk to each other, you had a good show earlier, and we’ll see each other in a few weeks. That’s all that we need, because we love each other. Nothing can change that.” She nodded, almost as though to herself as Akko’s tears finally stopped. “Now, it’s almost three in the morning for you and I know you’ve got a busy day tomorrow. Give my love to your parents, and hopefully my schedule will be a tad more open over the next few days so that we can talk when it isn’t dreadfully early in the morning for you.”

Akko gave Diana a watery smile. “That would be nice.”

Diana brought her hand to her face so that she could kiss her fingertips before she touched them to her phone’s camera, darkening Akko’s screen for a moment. “Have a good night, love. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Mmmkay,” Akko murmured, feeling sleep rush in all the quicker now, following her tears. “Oh, but, Diana?”

“Hmm.”

“Happy Birthday.”

A smile that could have outshone the sun itself. “Thank you, Akko. I love you.”

Akko’s eyes were already closed, her breath coming slower and deeper. “I love you, too.”

Yes, it was a birthday spent apart. But that didn’t mean that their hearts weren’t joined together, even with the great distance between them. After all, Diana was right: They loved each other. That was all that they would ever need.

[dnarez]

Chapter 3 - Midnight Tea

Keigo was curled up in a ball, under a fluffy blanked and with his head on top of a pillow just as comfortable.

But even with all of that, plus the story, plus his toy, didn't help his daily nightmares.

This one was just like the other, he was back at that house, that dirty and smelly house, but the worst part was his father.

The feelings were so real that he woke up all sweaty and panicking, with an uneven breathing.

Now crying quietly curled up in a ball under the bed.

He didn't felt like he deserved the fluffy blanket and pillow, much less the food he ate.

Keigo was feeling unworthy of how he was being treated.

His thoughts were so loud he didn't hear the knocking, or the door of his room opening.

But he noticed that someone was kneeling in front of the bed.

"Young master? Is everything all right?" Hearing her sleepy voice made him feel guilty for waking her up, but-... how did she know?

"W-why are you here? How did you know that I was sad?"

Y/n hummed and took something from the bed, then put it under it in front of him.

It was the bottom she gave him earlier, "this little bottom wakes me up and send a notification to my cellphone telling me where you are"

He took the little box from her "sorry... I must have bumped into it..." Keigo's voice was tinnier then other times, he was looking down.

"Young master... can you explain to me why you are under the bed?"

"Hmm... nightmare" Keigo hid himself in between his wings.

(Like this)

"You wanna talk about it?"

He shook his head.

"Can I pick you up?" She got closer

He nodded, opened his wings and arms for her.

She picked him up, cradling him like a baby and sat on the bed.

"I'm sorry for waking you..."

"It's my job to take care of you, don't need to apologize" she petted his head still cradling him. "Not feeling sleepy?" Y/n dried his tears with her thumb

Keigo shook his head "Don't wanna another nightmare..."

"Let's go have some tea, that way you will feel better, I'm sure" she got up still holding him and went to the kitchen.

He sniffed quietly while seeing her make the tea, for both of them.

"Let's turn this into or little secret, whenever you can't sleep or wakes up in the middle of the night I will make us some tea, and we will chat in my room" Y/n put the two mugs with tea, a jar of honey and some milk on a tray and took to the laundry room.

"Why are we in the laundry area?" He looked at her curious

"My house is behind yours" she opened a wall and there it was, a small house, the living room and kitchen were in the same room, just like the bedroom, there was a door by the right wall, probably the bathroom.

"Can't you live in one of our guestrooms?" He asked while she put him on the kitchen's chair.

"The commission won't let me, I'm working for you, not a guest" she opened the couch, and it was now a bed.

This small house was extremely comfortable, the walls where light yellow, the dark wood on the floor was probably cold since it was the end of summer.

There were paintings of different cities on the walls, a lot of weird trickery all around the place, but everything very colorful.

"Do you like my home?" Y/n noticed him staring at her mexican skulls "Since the biggest part of my family are latinos, I decided to get me something's that are from my ancestors" she made the bed and went to pick him up again.

"Yes! Can I come here more often?" He didn't mind being picked up, it felt nice, strange since it was new, but nice.

"Nope" she said popping the P "But you can always come here at night, after your mother is asleep"

Y/n put him on her bed and sat beside him. "Would you like to talk about that dream of yours?"

He shook his head, and she nodded, deciding not pressure him.

She was with a pajama of little chicks and some chicken with it.

"You really like chicken don't ya?" Keigo asked noticing it was a frequent theme on her house.

"Yeah! They are really tasty, you will try my favorite one tomorrow, but for now drink it with care, it's hot" Y/n put a full spoon of honey, on his tea.

"Thank you..." he blew a little on the hot tea and took a sip, he noticed it calmed his heart.

After some chitchat, a belly full of hot tea he was getting sleepy.

Y/n cleaned everything and sat by his side on the bed "Do you want to go back to your room?"

Keigo shook his head and laid down on the bed "I want to stay here, with you.... is that okay?" He looked at her with droopy eyes

"Of course young master, anything for you" she laid down by his side and keeps petting it.

Keigo closed his eyes and got comfortable next to her.

He was facing her, with his head on her chest as she hugged him with care.

Her steady heartbeat was making almost him fall asleep.

"Good night... ne-chan"

Y/n smiled at that and closed her eyes "goodnight Keigo"

He smiled while falling asleep.

. . . . . . . . ................................ Yoh!

Lov u ❤

[lumosinlove]

chapter x

Remus didn’t even hesitate. He ran, socks slipping on the floor, and all but slid into the door to open it, hoping, hoping that it would be—

And there Sirius was, swaying on his feet in the hallway. He has a snapback on, hair curling down on his forehead and his shoulders were tense. There was purple dusted beneath his eyes and he looked exhausted. He looked at Remus for a long moment before Remus watched his throat work around a swallow.

“I hope it’s okay that—”

But Remus was already pulling him inside and wrapping his arms around his neck. Sirius let out a breath and Remus heard his bag drop heavily to the floor, heard the door fall closed, and then Sirius’ arms were just as tight around him. Sirius felt overly warm and shaky in his arms, and he shuttered a little when Remus pressed his cool hand to the back of his neck, knocking his hat off so he could run his fingers through his dark hair a few times.

“Of course it’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Remus felt Sirius drop his forehead to his shoulder, then press his nose into his neck. He was hunched over, too tall for it, really, but Remus pressed up on his toes and held him tight.

“At least I know why he wouldn’t look at me now,” Sirius’ voice was muffled.

“It’s not you,” Remus said, feeling anger bubble back up in his chest. “He’s being fucking, I don’t know, brainwashed or something. By Snape and his fucking—Snape and Malfoy.”

Sirius didn’t respond, but let Remus take more of his weight. His breathing felt uneven against Remus’ chest. Remus pulled back after a few more seconds and pressed a palm to his cheek.

“What can I do? Are you hungry? Or does a shower sound good, maybe?”

Sirius nodded. “Shower, I think. It’s okay I’m here? Your parents—”

“Left this morning,” Remus cut him off, then smiled a little. “They’re so worried about you, you know. I thought Julian was going to explode. He was so angry about that video, I actually thought he might drop that ‘F’ bomb he accidentally learned from me two years ago.”

A laugh startled out of Sirius, eyes tired. “Wow. My best fan.”

Remus slid his hands down Sirius’ arms and laced their fingers together to give him a little tug in the direction of the bathroom. “I thought I was your best fan.”

“I don’t know. I think my best fan would wear my jersey for me.”

Remus was glad, at least, that he was joking, even a little.

“Maybe for now,” Sirius said as they reached Remus’ bathroom. “you can just shower with me?”

Remus let out a breath of relief. “If you didn’t ask, I was going to.”

He turned the shower on and watched out of the corner of his eye as Sirius stripped. While the water was heating up, Sirius pressed himself all along Remus’ back. He was naked, but it wasn’t sexual. He was just…looking for warmth, maybe. Looking for Remus.

“Have to take your clothes off, non?”

Remus let Sirius rid him of his sweatshirt and sweatpants and then they stepped into the shower. Remus maneuvered Sirius under the hot spray and reached up to tilt his head back. His heart was pounding, and he tried to take a few steadying breaths. He wanted so badly for Sirius to be okay. Remus reached down and smoothed Sirius’ hands, which were unconscious fists, into loose palms.

“I,” Sirius began. “Don’t, um. I don’t really feel like…”

Remus shook his head. “Me neither. Relax, baby, okay?”

A slow smile spread over Sirius’ face and he leaned down, fingers gentle against Remus’ jaw and broad back blocking some of the spray, and kissed Remus—soft and slow.

Remus leaned into it, letting Sirius gather him against his chest, skin on skin. He was warmer than the water, gentle and hurting.

“What if you weren’t here?” Sirius said quietly. Water was dripping in his eyes and they were so blue suddenly, a dark, stormy sea color.

Remus pressed his palms to the broad span of Sirius’ back.

“I’d…” Sirius rubbed his thumb across Remus’ cheek. “I’d come home. I’d feel horrible, and I’d go downstairs…skate, shoot pucks. I’d do that until I couldn’t anymore, and I’d go to bed. And that’s it.”

Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck, Sirius’ settling around his waist. He tangled his fingers in the wet hair plastered against his skin. “Well, you’re not going to do that now. I’ll kiss you senseless, make you two plates of my mom’s turkey dinner…” Remus pressed up and kissed him again.

“Mm…” Sirius let Remus tilt his chin back and kiss his neck. “Parfait.”

Remus scraped his teeth gently against his jaw. “I would ask if you were going to practice tomorrow, but…”

“Of course I am,” Sirius said, the expression he wore on the ice flickering across his features.

Remus kissed him again. “I know, Captain.”

“But I’m not thinking about that right now,” Sirius sighed and his eyes dropped closed. “I can’t…think right now. I’ll drive myself insane.”

Remus shushed him softly, reaching for the shampoo. “You don’t have to.”

Remus woke up the next morning to Sirius’ alarm, earlier than usual so he could go home and change for practice. He blinked awake sleepily as Sirius groaned and hit at it. He rolled over and buried his face into Remus’ neck, pressing them together.

“…ne veux pas me lever,” he mumbled. “Nous restons.”

“Entraînement,” Remus said, huddling closer and his eyes still closed.

“Nous restons,” Sirius mumbled again, sounding half way back to sleep already.

The snooze went off again ten minutes later, and Sirius sat up this time. Remus blinked his eyes open in time to watch Sirius scrub his hands over his face a few times, arms and back flexing as he pushed them back through his hair. It had dried curlier than usual from being slept on while wet. Remus reached out to trace the band of his underwear, and Sirius looked over his shoulder at him, eyes tired, but smiling gently.

“Bon matin,” he said, voice raspy with sleep, and then he twisted back around to kiss Remus, deep and slow, with a palm pressed to his chest for support. “Bon matin.”

Remus hummed into the kiss happily, putting his hand on top of Sirius’. “Still feel like I’m dreaming when I wake up with you.”

Sirius laughed. “Good. I’m doing something right.”

“How are you?” Remus asked tentatively.

Sirius sighed, mouth pulling to the side like he was biting the inside of his cheek, but he nodded. “I’m…I’m okay. I’ll probably think about it more later, but…I don’t know. I’m glad we have the roadie to distract me. I’m not excited to answer questions about it.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “You’re never excited to answer questions about anything.”

“That’s true,” Sirius laughed, then gave Remus a short kiss. “But, really. I am okay. You make me okay.”

Remus smiled, and was about to pull him back down for some more kisses when Sirius gently smacked his hip a few times.

“Let’s go, Lupin, rink in twenty!” Sirius rolled off of the bed and was half way to the bathroom when he stopped and spun. “Loops.”

Remus raised himself up on his elbows. “Mm?”

“What was your number? When you played.”

Remus took a breath before answering. “Six.”

Sirius grinned, head tilting. “Half of twelve. Good. Very lucky.”

Remus laughed. “What if I had said thirteen?”

Sirius gave a shutter and disappeared into the bathroom. Remus laughed, and threw the covers back to follow.

“Hey,” Remus said as Sirius started his car. “I wanted to…I thought maybe we should talk about the roadie coming up.”

“Yes?” Sirius glanced over at him as he drove. He has sunglasses on and a team snapback and Remus sort of wanted to ask him to pull over so they could crawl into the backseat.

“Well,” Remus reached over and grabbed his hand across the seats. “I know how important it is for us to be careful, and that’s the only reason I’m saying this. If I had it my way, like, I mean if we could, then the answer would be clear, but…” Remus took a breath, knowing he was rambling. “Do you want to…sleep together? I’m just bringing it up because I won’t be hurt or anything if you don’t because…you know. It’d be pretty hard to explain if someone saw me coming out of your room at the wrong time. Or the other way around.”

Remus looked over at Sirius to see that he was chewing his lip. He couldn’t see his eyes but he knew the expression that rested in them. It would be the same one that he wore when they were down in a game—tight and calculating, trying to see how to make it work.

Remus squeezed his hand. “We don’t have to decide now.”

“Let’s not,” Sirius said. “I want to think about you near me today, even if I can’t kiss you, while I have to deal with absolutely everyone asking if I’m okay. Because I may or may not have responded to anyone’s texts and, given the fact that they don’t know about us…”

Remus nodded. “They’ll think you were doing laps on your rink all night.”

“Oui.”

Sirius pulled briefly into a side street behind the rink to let Remus out and he checked his mirrors before leaning in.

“Until tonight?” Sirius said, pressing a last kiss to Remus’ cheek.

“See you in there,” Remus ran quick fingers through his hair, and hopped out of the car.

He felt like there were one thousand and one eyes on him as he showed his badge to Tony at the front desk, and walked into his office.

Moody looked up at him with his good eye from where he was unpacking fresh boxes of stick glue and sanding paper. “Good break?”

“Yeah, always good to see the family. You?”

“Kids all made it home, despite working all around the country. Can’t complain. Hear the news?”

Remus looked down at his desk, taking a breath. “Yeah. It’s horrible.”

“Fucking fowl play, is what it is,” Moody grumbled.

“Couldn’t agree more. I just…you know, Sirius just got back. He was just getting confident again.”

“Not what the kid needed, that’s for sure,” Moody sighed and rose with a grunt. “Better get in there. Coach’ll be going in soon, the boys gearing up.”

Remus nodded, throwing his bag into his chair and shoving his phone and badge into his pocket. He left his jacket off, going with his gray shirt with the distressed, overly-washed red Lions Training Staff on the back. He picked up a box of tape, thinking that the wrack was probably empty after break, and followed Moody.

The locker room was about what about what Remus expected. Sirius was half-dressed in his stall, hat off and rolling his socks on while James leaned close to him, seemingly whispering furiously. His hazel eyes were full of concern and brighter, as they always looked after he put his contacts in.

Sirius was talking back to him, nodding, and finally Remus saw him wrap an arm around his shoulder, as if he was assuring James that he was okay, really okay.

“Remus,” Pascal appeared beside him, clapping a strong hand on his shoulder. “Maybe you are the lucky one.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “What?” he said skeptically. He always had to be ready for a prank if Pascal or Logan approached him. Remus glanced over at Logan to see if maybe he was watching, if Pascal was the distraction, but Logan was leaning against the wall beside Leo, laughing as he watched Leo throw two balls against the wall in rapid succession—a classic goalie practice.

“Dumo?” Remus prompted.

Pascal threw his hands up. “No one I have talked to could reach our Captain last night. I was hoping that you were successful.”

“Oh,” Remus hoped he wasn’t blushing. “No. No, I never did. But, you know. We’re not that good of friends.”

Pascal squinted at him for a moment, and then a slow smile broke out across his face and he all but waggled a finger at him. “Okay, Remus, okay.”

“What?” Remus asked again, but Pascal merely patted him on the cheek.

Remus, only a little unsettled, made his way over to the tape wrack and started organizing the black from the white.

“Bon matin,” said a voice in his ear, and Remus smiled.

“Hi, Pads.”

Sirius smiled down at him.

“Okay? James looked…”

Sirius glanced behind him, but they were relatively out of ear shot. “Just making sure I’m okay. You know how he gets. Like a mother. Worrying.”

Remus laughed and nodded.

“Just need some tape,” Sirius said with a tilt of his head. “Tape my sticks.”

“Black, right?” Remus twirled a roll around his finger. “Black for Black?”

“Oui,” Sirius took the tape, letting their fingers brush together for a moment. He flipped it  up in the air as he walked away and caught it behind his back. “Merci.”

Remus swore the first thing he was going to do tonight was take Sirius to bed.

Remus followed the boys down the tunnel to practice, letting himself sit on the bench for at least half of the practice before he had to go back and set up for Kasey’s physical therapy session on his thigh. He glanced at the goal. Kasey was looking good today, and Remus wanted to keep it that way.

His eyes followed Sirius around the ice, he couldn’t help it. He was focused, as usual, eyes hard and listening to Coach before springing towards the drills they were doing. He was laughing with Logan and Pascal, seeming to send Logan over to try a trick shot on Leo, which he saved easily. Logan swatted Leo’s butt with his stick in retribution before laughing and skating away for the cross-over drills.

Finally, James came over for some water and leaned on the boards in front of Remus.

“Fruit-Loop,” James said casually.

“Hey, Pots,” Remus glanced up to make sure Sirius was across the ice. He was at the whiteboards with Finn, one glove beneath his armpit and marker cap in his mouth as he pointed. “How’s he doing?”

James sighed and briefly looked over, too. “He seems…pretty good actually. I’m sort of surprised. I mean…” James fiddled with his stick before resting his chin on it thoughtfully. “Between you and me, he doesn’t really talk about this stuff.”

“Really,” Remus nodded along.

“Yeah, but it also really gets him down. Like you can just tell. Like, when we were still rooming on roadies, I always knew when his dad or mom had been texting him. I mean, you know, after we cracked that frosty front of is. But…” James chewed on his lip for a second. “He’d just get this look about him, you know?”

Oh, Remus knew alright.

“I’m glad he’s doing better this time,” Remus said.

“Well, that’s the thing!” James spluttered. Then, voice lowered. “It makes me think he’s…you know. Got someone.”

“Got someone,” Remus repeated slowly.

“Yeah, like a girlfriend.”

“Really.”

“Yeah,” James grinned. “I mean I fucking hope so, he’s just alone in that house all the time. Anyway, you wanna help me get him to bring her to Dumo’s Christmas party and Family Skate?”

Remus looked down to where James had, seemingly subconsciously or out of habit, begun to twist all of the water bottle lids off just enough so that they’d fall off when used, and the drinker would get a face full of Gatorade. He was too distracted to comment. “Me?”

“I don’t really wanna go spreading it around the room if I’m wrong but, well, someone’s gotta help.”

Remus couldn't decide if he wanted to laugh or not. He settled with a noncommittal nod, and that seemed to be enough for James.

They were headed to Canada for the road trip: Montreal, Ottawa, Tornoto, Winnipeg, Edmonton, Calgary, and Vancouver. It was the once-a-year doozy straight that was brutally cold this time of the year.

“But pretty fun,” Logan said in the locker room to Kasey. The boys were sweaty from practice and slowly undressing while they talked.

Kasey sent him a flat look, tying his hair back. “That’s because you’ve only done it a few times.”

“At least we’re in the NHL,” said Leo with a soft smile.

“Yeah, I’m with Peanut,” Logan said.

Leo blushed. “If anyone’s the peanut, it’s you.”

That roused howls from around the room and Pascal wrapped an arm around Leo.

“Look at this. The baby rookie, doing my job for me.”

Kasey whipped Logan in the arm with his towel. “Way to take him down notch, Nut.”

“I wasn’t—No, I wasn’t trying to…”

Logan sent him a smile. “It’s alright, Nut. I know I’m…not tall.”

Kasey cackled. “He can’t even say it.”

Finn leaned over from the other side of Timmy Kane with a somber look on his face. “You’re short, Tremz. It’s okay, we all understand. Everything, will be, okay.”

“Fuck off,” Logan laughed. Then, he glanced at Leo. “At least I don’t have giant squid limbs. Seriously, Knut, how do you control these things?”

“I…don’t?” Leo laughed. “I don’t know.”

“Good for filling up a goal though,” Kasey raised an eyebrow. “If not other things. Bet you make some girl pretty happy, eh?”

Leo was bright red. “What?”

Kasey shrugged. “You know what they say about big sticks…”

“That’s feet,” Finn said.

“That, too.”

Logan mumbled something about hitting the showers, and Leo watched him go.

Remus looked between them all from where he was folding towels with an amused smile. This was part of what he loved most about his job. Just listening. Remembering what it was like to be in a locker room and getting to experience it again.

He spied Sirius over by the fridge, drinking water and looking at his phone, and he decided to take a small risk. He walked over, and pretended to be sorting through the various energy bars stashed on the counter.

“Travel day tomorrow. No games.”

Sirius glanced up, then back at his phone. “Oui.”

Remus crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter, mirroring Sirius’ pose.

“Do you think it’s true?”

Sirius didn’t look up, but Remus could feel his interest. “Do I think what’s true?”

Remus took a breath. “What they say about long sticks.”

Remus had to bite his lip to keep from smiling at the way Sirius’ head snapped towards him. “Oh,” Sirius laughed softly. “Well, I wouldn’t know.”

“Well. Would you want to find out?” Remus looked back at him, mouth barely moving, the words only for him. “Tonight.”

Sirius blinked at him for a moment. Remus watched a flush rise up his neck to his ears, then his cheeks. He laughed, and Remus grinned at his own joke.

“Yes,” Sirius breathed. “Oui, yes.”

Remus nodded, trying to control his heart rate.

“Do you need a ride home?”

“Yeah,” Remus nodded. “Yeah, I really do.”

Sirius all but ran towards the showers, nearly knocking Logan over, now dripping in just a towel.

“Whoa, Cap, where’s the fire?”

“Beneath your ass,” Finn said as he walked by, stark naked, and whipped Logan’s butt with his towel.

The last thing Remus heard was Logan cursing him out in French.

He waited for Sirius in the sub-basement of the parking garage as subtly as he could. He saw a few of the guys; Timmy heading out to dinner, Sergei going home to his family, but they didn’t bat an eye. When Sirius finally appeared from behind the opening elevator doors, Remus couldn’t help but be grateful. He was hornier than he had been in a while, and wanting to get away from prying eyes.

“Salut,” Sirius said. His hair was wet from his shower, and it reminded Remus of the first time he had taken Sirius home.

“Hi,” Remus smiled.

They walked to the car mostly in silence, but once they were inside, Remus said, “Mine or yours?”

“Mine,” Sirius started the engine. “I want to cook you breakfast.”

“You can’t cook.”

“I want to kiss you while you make breakfast in my kitchen.”

Remus laughed. “I need to kiss you. Drive fast.”

Remus was already half hard in anticipation by the time Sirius was punching the code into his gate and pulling into his garage. He glanced down at Sirius’ lap before they got out of the car to see that he wasn’t the only one.

Sirius’ garage entered into the mudroom off of the kitchen. They were silent the walked through, Sirius dropping his bag into a chair and opening the fridge.

“You want anything? Water?”

Remus followed him. He turned him around with a hand on his shoulder and closed the refrigerator door with the other.

Sirius smiled. “Oh, you do want something.”

Remus nodded, thigh fitting snuggly between Sirius’. “Yeah.”

“We’re going upstairs?” Sirius pushed off of the cupboard Remus had pinned him against and started walking them backwards. “Maybe you don’t have to sneak into my bedroom this time.”

“I did not sneak,” Remus let himself be pushed gently against the wall by Sirius’ grand staircase.

“No?” Sirius leaned into kiss his neck.

“I was looking for…” Remus began, but the Sirius was sucking a bruise into the tender skin beneath his jaw and he forgot what he was looking for.

“Come on,” Sirius said.

Being back in Sirius’ bedroom was a completely different experience. For one, he wasn’t a little drunk. Everything was clear as day. The tall windows letting the afternoon light in, the white curtains that there was no way Sirius picked out himself, the pictures on the dresser. The massive bed.

“And when you were being nosy,” Sirius said, and then pushed Remus back onto the bed, only to climb his way on top of him. “Bet you didn’t know how much you’d find.”

Remus laughed, twisting his hands into Sirius’ sweatshirt. “You mean, did I know that I’d find out I had a chance with the boy I’d been fantasizing about since I was sixteen? Yeah, no, don’t think I could have guessed that one.”

Sirius pulled back some, eyes dark and pleased. “Sixteen, eh?”

Remus nodded, running his hands up and under Sirius’ sweatshirt. “Took one look at that face in the newspaper, and then I saw a video of you playing…I was pretty done for after that.” Remus smiled. “And mopey about it for a while.”

Sirius’ head tilted. “Mopey?”

“Sad,” Remus said, then laughed at himself. “Which sounds stupid given the fact that I never met you and, let’s be real, you weren’t the nicest person on camera.”

“I was an asshole, you mean,” Sirius smiled.

“Maybe a little,” Remus pushed his hands up further. “Okay, take your clothes off, please.”

Sirius chuckled and let Remus push his sweatshirt over his head, taking his t-shirt with it. Remus’ hands moved to the button on his jeans. “These, too.”

“I’m the only one?” Sirius rolled off of Remus so he could kick his pants away. “Get busy, Loops.”

Remus undressed quickly, mostly so he could catch Sirius with his underwear still on. He settled between Sirius’ thighs and Sirius made a surprised noise, leaning back against the pillows.

Remus curled his fingers into the band of Sirius’ underwear, kissing just below his navel.

“Do you like blowjobs?”

Sirius let out a breath. “Fuck, um. Well…” he hesitated. “Looking at you down there, I think I might but truthfully I’ve never…”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Had one.”

Sirius nodded, but the way Remus could see his dick filling through his underwear contradicted his words.

“Can I?” Remus said softly, rubbing a palm over Sirius’ dick. “Can I try?”

Sirius nodded again.

Remus smiled, internally triumphant. “First I want to see something.”

Sirius made a questioning noise, but Remus stayed silent and simply continued his gentle strokes over Sirius’ cock through the thin, light-gray fabric of his boxers.

“Mm,” Sirius said, realizing. “I see.”

Remus glanced up at him. “Yeah?” He squeezed the base of Sirius’ cock, then pressed a little harder at the tip.

Sirius made a punched out noise. “Fuck. You’re going to get what you want if you keep that up.”

Remus could see that Sirius was almost fully hard now, beginning to push at the fabric more, the head pressing up against the elastic band. He worked Sirius steadily for another few seconds, and then he leaned down and pressed his tongue to the head. Finally, the fabric got dark with the first little bit of Sirius’ precome. Remus could hear Sirius’ breath coming faster, and Remus leaned back to watch. He pressed the heel of his palm down, the other hand smoothing over Sirius’ strong thigh.

“Fuck, Sirius,” Remus said. He watched as the the fabric of his boxers darkened around the head of his cock, dripping and becoming shiny. Remus’ own cock was hard, pressed between the bed and his stomach, and it was all he could do not to rut against the sheets. But he wanted to last. He had plans for after this.

“Loops, come on, come on,” Sirius said.

Remus nodded, and pulled the now soaked boxers down Sirius’ thighs and flung them away to the floor. It was even hotter bare, seeing Sirius dripping and ready like that. He was rock hard, dick twitching above his stomach. Remus didn’t give him any warning. He circled his hand around the base and closed his lips around the head.

Sirius’ hips jolted with a little “Ah!” His hand shot out to tangle in Remus’ hair.

“D’accord,” Sirius breathed. His fingers tightened in Remus’ hair as Remus took more of him in his mouth.“Okay, okay.”

Remus took a little more of him, his fist covering the rest. He was hot and salty on his tongue. Remus could faintly smell the clean soap of the rink’s showers and Sirius’ skin. It was heady and warm, and Remus pressed his palms up to hold Sirius’ hips, flattening them against his abs.

Sirius broke into rapid French suddenly, a long string of words that Remus was too focused to understand, and he both tried to pull Remus’ mouth off of him while his hips also bucked up.

“Remus, Remus, no, I’m going to—”

Remus hummed. That sounded okay.

“No, no, I want—with you. Don’t want to come yet.”

Remus opened his eyes, and remembered what they were leading up to. He pulled off carefully and Sirius groaned, head falling back into the pillows. He reached down and gripped himself, as if holding himself back from coming.

“Fuck,” Remus sat up with a soft laugh. He smoothed his hands up and down Sirius’ big thighs. “You’re alright, baby.”

“Do not say that right now, I will lose my mind,” Sirius said, followed by a breathy laugh. He took a few breaths before opening his eyes again. The light gray was nearly swallowed by his pupils and his cheeks were flushed. His cock looked swollen and tight, still on the edge.

“Amazing, Re,” he said, then his expression flickered a little. “I…when did you ever—I mean, I know you aren’t out, so when…”

“College,” Remus said. “Like, maybe three times. It wasn’t…” Remus scrunched his nose. “Great. The guy was nice, I knew him from one of my classes. He just sort of wanted to know what it was like, but so did I, so…worked out well. No strings,” Remus smiled. “Nothing like it is with you. Nothing like it at all.”

Sirius nodded, looking like he was thinking about it. “I’m glad this is better.”

Remus laughed. “Uh oh, here he comes. Competitive Captain Sirius Black.”

Sirius smiled a little. “I just don’t want you to think I’m here only to ‘know what it’s like.’ Oui?”

Remus looked at him for a moment, breath half taken. He felt the words settle somewhere deep inside his chest, and he pressed his hand there for a moment, as if to feel them. He nodded. “Yeah. That—me too. It’s,” he hesitated, then settled on, “it’s more than that.”

Sirius pulled his lip into his mouth and nodded quietly.

The conversation seemed to have cooled them both down enough that they would last more than a few seconds, and Remus was glad. He could see that Sirius’ dick had softened a little, as had his own, and he crawled forward to kiss Sirius hard, sinking into the heat of his hands on his back. He pressed their hips together like the first time.

“Do you still want…” Remus began, and Sirius nodded. “Okay. Alright, do you have stuff? Condom, lube.”

“Drawer, left drawer, yeah,” Sirius said, and Remus stretched out to retrieve them.

“Do you ever finger—”

“Yeah,” Sirius gushed out. “I like it a lot.” Then he flushed, like he had said too much.

That made Remus’ entire neck heat up. “Fuck, alright. Just tell me what feels good, yeah?”

Sirius’ dark hair and dark eyes looked bright on the pillow, and he nodded, then pulled Remus back down for a sloppy kiss.

It didn’t take Remus long to find a rhythm. Sirius was relaxed and pliant beneath him, a tight heat around his fingers. Remus punctuated every stroke with a kiss to his mouth or neck. He took deep, slowing breaths, honestly worried for his stamina with the noises that Sirius kept making. Remus pressed up a little with the pads of his fingers and Sirius jolted.

“Oh fuck me, fuck,” Sirius hissed, fingers tight around Remus’ arm. “Again, allez.”

Remus grinned, breathless and pressing himself against Sirius’ thigh, just to relieve some pressure, and did it again, and again, until Sirius’ cock was drooling across his stomach and his mouth was open and red.

“Jesus, Pads,” Remus breathed. “You think you’re—”

Sirius nodded, eyes opening slowly. “Oui, s’il vous plaît, Remus, je le veux, je le veux, oui…”

“Shh,” Remus said, hands shaky as he picked up the condom. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me…” he shook his head and tore the condom open.

Sirius laughed weakly, chest flushed and cock looking more than a little tender against his stomach. He placed his palm by himself, but didn’t touch, as if he couldn’t, and his cock jumped at the almost-brush.

Remus bit his lip against a noise as he rolled the condom on himself. His balls felt heavy and tight, but he was determined to make this good for Sirius. So good.

“Ready, baby? All good?”

Sirius nodded, letting Remus push his knee back a little. Sirius’ hand covered Remus’ on the tender back of his knee, and Remus pressed a kiss to one of the tendons there.

Remus watched Sirius’ face the entire time. The way his eyes slipped shut. How his brows drew together and his mouth fell open a little.

“Okay?”

“Allez, allez,” Sirius panted, and then Remus felt one of his heels against the back of his thigh.

Remus dropped to his elbows as he bottomed out, forehead pressed into Sirius’ neck. Sirius’ hand went to his hair, thumb rubbing back and forth across the back of his neck. He was mumbling in French again, barely formed words. He reached a large palm down and pressed it against Remus’ ass, pulling him deeper. They both moaned. Remus got his knees beneath himself and pulled out until the tip caught, then pressed back in again in a slow glide.

They were lost. Remus wasn’t even sure he could hear anything except Sirius, feel anything except Sirius, who was holding him so tightly he was sure there would be marks. The thought only made him want to be held tighter, to press into Sirius harder. Everything was centered down to where his body met Sirius’. Sirius’ lips were pressed against his cheek, panting out his name, and Remus swore he could never be more happy than he was right now, with Sirius’ hand in his hair and the other clutching his hip. He rutted into Sirius in long, slow thrusts. He looked between them, his cock a dark pink against Sirius’ tan skin, disappearing and then appearing again. Sirius’ cock was shining and Remus reached down to take it in his hand. There was barely any friction.

“Remus…” Sirius whispered, abs jumping at Remus’ touch. “I’m gonna come,” his voice pitched up at the end. “I’m gonna—”

Remus snapped his hips forward faster, “Yes, baby, yes.”

Sirius groaned low in his throat, going tense, then sucked in a breath. Remus watched the base of his dick pulse as he came between them.

“Re,” Sirius gasped as he came, and tilted Remus’ face to kiss him slowly. His tongue brushed over Remus’ until he was dizzy, until he shoved in one last time and ground his hips there until he spilled into the condom.

The feeling made Sirius whimper, sensitive and longing, and he kissed Remus harder. They kissed for what felt like hours, sweaty and sticking together. Remus dragged his lips from Sirius’, kissing across his cheek and jaw, then moving to the other side. Sirius had his eyes closed, breathing slowing, but hands no less tight around Remus.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know,” Remus said quietly, and then had the horrible thought that—that maybe Sirius didn’t know that. The notion made Remus’ heart clench and he slid out of Sirius gently, sensitive now. Sirius was quiet, eyes watching Remus quietly as he tied off the condom and stretched to throw it out it the waste bin in the corner of Sirius’ room.

He came right back into Sirius’ arms, forearms folded across Sirius’ chest, and studied him.

“Has your English returned?”

Sirius smiled lazily and ran his hands through the hair at Remus’ temples. Instead of answering, he said, “How could I have thought I could go without this?”

Remus rested his chin on his hands, relishing in Sirius’ palms pressing on his shoulders in something that was half massage and half caress.

“You’re telling me,” Remus said.

“You’re beautiful,” Sirius replied, thumb passing over Remus’ bottom lip for a moment.

Remus felt his heart flip. “So are you,” he whispered.

Sirius smiled, but shook his head. “It doesn’t matter what I am. You’re beautiful.”

“It does,” Remus protested and pushed himself up the rest of the way to meet Sirius in a kiss.

Sirius laughed. “Re. I…” He took a breath. “I feel…” he trailed off.

Remus nodded. “Me too.”

~

Remus was bleary-eyed and tired by the time his cab reached the airport the next week. he was just glad he didn’t have to wear a suit like the players for away games. He was perfectly comfortable in his jeans and sweater. It was Sunday and they were due in Montreal the next day for a game at seven. He and Sirius had agreed it would look to suspicious to arrive together, so Sirius, much to Remus’ protests, had ordered both himself a car service, and Remus. It was better than a cab, at least. The driver had offered him water, for god’s sake.

“Loops!”

Remus smiled and waved at James and the rest of the team and coaching staff waiting at their gate. There were definitely some fans trying to work up the nerve to approach their favorite player, but they were usually left alone. He took an empty seat across from James and asked him how Lily was, aware of Sirius’ eyes on him the entire time.

“Six months along now. Due in the beginning of March. Jesus. Maybe we could be close to the playoffs by then, you know?”

Remus smiled. “A Cup and a baby.”

“Shh!” James, and everyone else in sight did whatever they needed to do to ward off the jinx.

“She still thinks it’s a boy, I was texting her a few days ago,” Remus fiddled with his suitcase handle. “You?”

“Boy, for sure,” James grinned. “Can’t wait to buy him his first pair of skates.”

Remus smiled at the image. “That’ll be adorable. And just think, next year, around this time, you’ll be able to bring him to Christmas family skate.”

“Exactly!” James’ face turned wistful and giddy. Then, after a pointed look at Remus, he turned to Sirius. “You finally bringing anyone this year, Cap?”

Sirius looked up from where he had quickly glanced down at his phone. “The answer is still no.”

Pascal leaned in from the seat beside Remus and threw a small pretzel at James. “Come on, Potty, you know the Captain does not date.”

Sirius laughed, but only shrugged off James’ questioning look.

“Yeah,” James scoffed. “He only has every girl ever throwing themselves at him.”

“Jealous?” Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“No,” James didn’t stick his tongue out, but it was a near thing. “I just…you know. I don’t get it.”

“I’ll date someone when there’s time. Besides,” Sirius shrugged. “I’m kind of hard to live with. I know that.”

Pascal whistled. “Yeah, I know, too.”

Remus didn’t think that was true.

“A girl wouldn’t mind if Captain Sirius Black—”

“But I don’t want to be Captain Sirius Black to her, do I?” Sirius cut James off.

There was a hanging silence for a moment, and then James nodded. “Yeah. No, yeah. Sorry, Pads.”

Sirius punched him in the shoulder—a little hard, maybe. “It’s fine.”

The boys took their usual spots on the plane. Sirius and James sat together, Finn and Kasey, and Leo and Logan. The moved around a little, depending on who was taking part in the card game that ran continuously in the back—Coach always said not to bet real money, but he got in on it sometimes. Remus was sitting alone this time with a good book, near the card-game seats. It made for amusing entertainment for any flight.

“Hey, that’s a bitch-ass move, Lo,” Finn held his cards against his chest and glared at Logan. “Don’t look at my cards.”

“I wasn’t,” Logan held his own cards just as close to himself. “I was trying to see if the drink cart was coming around again.”

“So look down the aisle not down my shirt.”

“I wasn’t, Harz, merde. Je n’ai pas triché.”

Finn sighed. “For the one millionth time, don’t speak French. I do not speak French.”

“He said you’re a sore loser,” Leo said with a sly grin.

“I didn’t!” Logan nudged Leo and said something in French to him, which Leo responded to likewise. “I said I wasn’t cheating.”

Finn glanced between the two of them a few times. “Stop speaking French, I can’t understand you!”

“Relax,” Sergei cut in, pinching his nose. “I hear enough bickering from my three kids. I do not need it from you. Zakroy rot.”

“What?” Logan and Finn said at the same time.

“He say fuck your mothers!” Evgeni chimed from a little ways down the aisle.

“I said shut your mouths,” Sergei shook his head. “My God. Can we please play the game?”

“Have a lot riding on the line, Sergei?” Logan leaned forward and flipped his hat backwards. “Let’s do this, mon cher.”

From his seat, Remus could see where Sirius was sitting—and aisle seat, as always. James was asleep in the window beside him with an eye mask. Remus pulled out his phone and connected to the plane wifi, slouching agains his own window to hide it from view.

Rowdy back here.

He hit send and watched as Sirius took out his own phone. He turned his head just a little, but it was enough so that Remus could see his smile.

I can hear. 

Remus bit his lip then, glancing through the gaps in the seats just in case, he typed out, I wonder if anyone would notice if I snuck you into the bathroom and got you off right there.

Remus watched Sirius’ body jolt and he glanced back again, just barely, then glanced at James’ sleeping form.

Yeah? Tell me.

Remus smiled. He had the strange feeling of wanting to cherish that text. It was so very like Sirius. Short, simple. Remus could hear it in his voice.

Suck you again. Only I’d finish the job this time.

The three dots appeared a few times, then disappeared. Then, finally:

This might have been a bad idea.

Remus glanced at Sirius’ row. J awake?

Another few seconds past and then a picture slid in. Remus sucked in a breath. It was subtly taken, easily done with just a downward angle. It was of Sirius’ spread thighs, large and crammed into the seat and clad in his tight, tailored suit pants. And there on the crotch, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking was the beginning of an outline of Sirius’ dick.

The sight had Remus twitching in his sweatpants.

I see, he typed out.

We’ll break, Sirius’ next text come in. Can’t explain this. Then, Miss you.

Remus sent back a smiley face. Miss you.

~

Remus let out a breath when he reached the rink the next morning at four AM, Moody clambering out of the car service after him. Dinner alone in his room, knowing that Sirius had to go out to dinner with the boys, had been hard. There were moments where he felt like one of them, and moments that forced him to remember that he wasn’t. Team dinners didn’t include him, not officially anyway, and that was fine. The hotel steak hadn’t been all that bad, and he knew he had to be up early anyway.

Sirius had texted him a gentle good night that he had received when he woke up. Remus had replied with a string of smiley faces and an order to text him when he woke up. It would be at least another three hours, and he had work to do. There were sticks to unload and an entire locker room to set up. The Lions staff liked everything to feel as close to home as possible.

Remus was charged with setting up the stalls and, upon coming to Sirius’, he held the jersey in his hands for a few moments, smiling slightly. He hung it carefully on its hanger, number facing out. And then placed his sweat-stained, lucky hat beside his helmet and gloves. He put the skates on the hooks, making sure they were untied so that Sirius could lace-up the left one, first, as usual. Remus liked following all of the special instructions for individual players. Some of the team members complained about it sometimes, but Remus thought it showed how much the boys wanted to win. So much so that they were willing to drive themselves crazy with little rituals and needs. Right now, Leo was the only one with almost no superstitions, but Remus knew that would change the longer he was on the team. Sometimes Remus even found himself consciously putting on his own left shoe first.

It was obvious when the boys arrived. The distant voices of Logan and Finn bickering loudly came in from the hallway, and in another minute the Canadiens visitor’s locker room doors were being pushed open and most of the team was filtering in. They were in various disarray of their away-game suits. Many ties had already been pulled off in the hallway and jackets had been thrown over arms as they got past the cameras. Remus could see Marlene and Frank doubling as the team’s social media crew, snapping pictures of Sirius and James walking together that would no doubt later be captioned with some version of best friends.

“Listen up,” Logan clapped his hands a few times. “Okay, my parents are coming tonight. So, best behavior, d’accord?” Logan glared around at them all. “So, win? Let’s win, oui?”

“What do you mean your parents are coming?” Sirius said, wrapping an arm around Logan’s shoulders. “Dumo is always here.”

Logan elbowed him in the ribs. “Best behavior.”

“Meaning,” Pascal cleared his throat and put on a high voice. “Bonsoir Madame Tremblay, your son is the best player on this team.”

Sirius laughed. “I don’t know how we survive without him, ma cher.”

“Fuck all of you,” Logan grumbled.

Sirius let him go in favor of walking over to his own stall. His eyes found Remus’ and he stopped in front of him—just a little closer than usual.

“Cap,” Remus said. “What can I do for you?”

“Got something bothering me a little bit,” Sirius said. “I thought you could take a look real quick?”

Remus raised an eyebrow. It sounded good. It also sounded risky. “You sure? I don’t want to throw off your routine.”

Sirius smiled and nodded. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t…need it.”

Something hot began to stir in Remus’ chest. He licked his lips and nodded. “Alright, we’ll go to the PT room.”

Sirius trailed Remus out of the room. There were a few reporters lingering in the hall who tried to ask Sirius questions. Sirius politely refused, saying he was preparing for the game right now, and Remus was glad to shut the heavy, wooden door against them.

He was glad to be pushed up against it.

“This,” Remus began to say, only to be cut off by a slow, toe-curling kiss from Sirius. Remus wound his fingers in Sirius’ hair and kissed back for a moment before pulling back. “This is not what I’d call being careful.”

Sirius moved to kiss along Remus’ jaw. “I got off to thinking about you last night.”

That—that hit Remus a little harder.

“Sirius,” Remus breathed. He held him a little tighter, eyes falling closed as Sirius kissed his neck.

“Missed you. I wished you were there when I was out with the guys. Then, I came back to my room all alone. I knew you were asleep, but I came this close to knocking on your door. I could hear some of the guys talking in the hallway, though.” Sirius took Remus’ hand and pressed it to his cock. Remus was startled to find that it was half-hard. “I’ve been like this since the plane.”

Remus felt himself filling in his pants. “You want my mouth that bad, huh?”

Sirius shuttered a little as Remus pressed his palm flat against him. He nodded.

“Fuck, Pads,” Remus breathed. “What if…”

“I know we shouldn’t.”

Remus laughed. “Can’t exactly hide that thing if you’re about to take your clothes off.” The thought actually made Remus a little hot, thinking about Sirius having to strip into his gear with a half-hard cock for anyone to see. He’d probably get chirped out of his mind. “Fuck, just—come here. Five minutes.”

He pushed Sirius back against the door, and turned the lock as he sunk to his knees. He looked up at Sirius with a grin. “You better come quick for me, baby.”

Sirius cursed, running a hand through his hair as Remus smoothed a hand over the dark material of his suit-pants, tight against Sirius cock.

“I love your game day suit, you know that?”

“Yeah?” Sirius said.

Remus nodded, unbuckling Sirius’ belt and glancing up at him. “Like you better in your sweatshirts and hat though.”

Sirius laughed, but was quickly cut off as Remus pulled down the zipper of his pants and leaned forward to nose against the hard line of his dick. “Fuck, Loops.”

Remus slipped Sirius out of the gap in his boxers and Sirius sighed in relief. His hand fell to cup the back of Remus’ head as Remus sucked Sirius down as far as he could. There was still enough of the base for him to wrap his fist around.

Sirius immediately switched into French, palm a gentle pressure. Remus heard his head thunk back against the wall.

“Mon dieu,” Sirius breathed.

Remus pulled off just enough, lips still brushing the leaking head, and looked up at Sirius. “Shh.”

Sirius laughed and pressed a hand over his mouth. Remus smiled and licked a few times over the head, tasting the salty warmth there.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Sirius said into his palm, eyes focused on Remus.

Remus glanced at the clock behind them. Two minutes down. He looked once more up at Sirius, then took him down again.

“Are you hard?” Sirius whispered, hands moving back to cradle Remus’ head.

Remus hummed in acknowledgement and felt Sirius’ cock pulse in his mouth.

“Let me see,” Sirius’ thumb brushed gently over Remus’ temple. “Let me see.”

Remus kept a dragging pace as he reached down and pushed his pants down, letting his cock bob free, heavy between his thighs.

Sirius made a low noise and his fingers tightened in Remus hair. Remus spend up his pace, squeezing Sirius around the base and tonguing at the vein on the underside of his shaft. He sucked hard at the crown before pushing back down again, feeling his own cock getting harder by the minute until he had to reach down and stroke himself. He moaned when he did, hips jerking.

“Remus, Remus, I’m gonna—”

Remus moaned again, sucking hard. Only a few seconds later, he felt pulse after pulse of hot come against his tongue. Sirius’ hips stuttered forward a few times, pushing into the tight heat, and then he stilled as Remus let him slide out of his mouth slowly. He was softening and breathing hard. Remus ran his fingertips over him, pulling a soft ah from Sirius as some last come dripped. He felt high on everything—Sirius’ smell, the feeling of his fingers in his hair. He closed his eyes and rested his head against Sirius’ hip, one hand simply resting around himself.

“Let me,” Sirius said, and fell to his knees, too. He took Remus in his palm, huge and a little rough. Sirius reached his other hand down to massage Remus’ balls. Remus’ mouth dropped open and he gripped Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius brought his palm to rub against the head and Remus came almost instantly, only just managing to cup a hand out to catch it.

“Merci,” Sirius said with a gentle kiss to Remus’ temple as he leaned against Sirius’ shoulder. “So hot, Remus.”

Remus just smiled and kissed him, catching his breath. Sirius gently tucked him back into his boxers for him and Remus watched, a little dazed. It was…sweet.

“Come on, we need to get cleaned up.” Remus reached forward to do the same for him, only Sirius twitched a little at Remus’ touch and Remus raised an eyebrow at him.

Sirius shrugged. “I can’t help how much I want you.”

Remus had to focus real hard not to let that derail them again.

They talked about the game as they cleaned up. That might have been Remus’ favorite part. It wasn’t all sex. It was good sex—incredible sex—but then there was this part. Talking to Sirius like they were just friends, arguing over whether Carey Price could take Kasey in a fight or not.

“Why is it your dream to see a goalie fight?” Remus laughed as he threw out his wet paper towel.

“Can you imagine, in their huge gear. It would be hilarious,” Sirius grinned and gathered Remus close to him. “Okay, one more kiss before we go. For good luck."

Remus pressed up on his toes and kissed Sirius slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. “What happens if you win? Do I become a part of your routine?” He brushed a last kiss over Sirius’ lips. “Does this?”

Sirius smiled. “I hope so.”

Remus did, too.

The stadium was a confusing mass of two slightly different colors of red. The boys were in their black away game jerseys, the red numbers and lettering looking daunting and sleek on the ice. Remus couldn’t get enough of Sirius in his away jersey. The way the black material and his dark hair framed his skin and made his eyes look icy. Remus was glad he didn’t have to stand across the face-off circle from him.

Leo was in goal, busy marking his crease up with his skate blades while Logan lobbed a few pucks over the glass to some Lions fans. Coach was leaning over the bench to talk to James with a white board diagram in his hand. Remus breathed in the smell of the ice. It was a normal, thrilling game.

And he had just sucked Sirius Black off in the Habs’ PT room.

A normal game.

Sirius, to his credit, looked bright and ready. He was handling pucks at top speed, warming up his hands. Remus had a good feeling.

The boys came back to the bench for the National Anthem, and Sirius ended up right in front of him, behind Finn and Logan. Logan had his head down against his stick, hair falling into his face and his fist clenched around his fleur-de-lis necklace—for luck. Finn had his hand on Logan’s shoulder, the other holding his helmet, head down. Remus had asked them about that once. It had started when they were at Harvard together and just stuck once they both got drafted to the Lions one year apart. They had said they didn’t know why they had started doing it—either that, or they wouldn’t tell him. Remus wondered what they would do if they ever got traded apart. Remus winced at the thought. That was a reality that he didn’t like to think about.

Sirius was behind them, head tilted away from the cameras on the ice and eyes closed. He knew some of the boys were religious, but he didn’t actually know if Sirius was. He didn’t wear a religious necklace like some of the guys did, a cross or a star of David. He didn’t actually wear anything. Remus wondered if he would want to.

Remus didn’t look for too long, just in case a camera caught it, but bowed his head, too, excited for the game and mind still light with Sirius’ touch.

The game was dirty. The first period was pretty uneventful, no goals and one high-stick called on the Habs, but after the first intermission, it was like something snapped. Shea Weber scored on Leo, but made the mistake of giving his skate a little tap with his stick. He said something between his teeth and Leo gave him a little shove back. Logan was on Shea in a second—less than that. Logan threw his stick down, and jumped on Weber from behind—a slightly comical feat given Weber’s good seven inches on him. But Remus liked watching people underestimate Logan in flights because of his height. Weber turned, and Logan threw his first punch, gloves dropping to the ice. It was a nasty right hook. Sirius stood from the bench, tapping his stick against the boards.

“Yeah, Tremz!”

Remus watched as Max Domi tried to get in on the fight from behind, but then Finn was there. He grabbed a fistful of the back of his jersey and yanked him back, getting an elbow in the jaw for it.

The refs were there then, hoping to pull everyone apart before it escalated further. They blew the whistle, and Sirius was already shouting from the bench.

“It’s on them! They antagonized.”

Ref number four gave Sirius an unimpressed look. “Not in the mood tonight, number twelve.”

The four fighters skated off to their respective penalty boxes to the roars of the crowd, excited by finally seeing some action. Logan and Finn sat shoulder to shoulder on the penalty bench, still yelling at the other two. Leo skated a few circles around his goal, as if collecting himself again. He looked tall and looming in his gear, his bright blue eyes piercing out from his Lion’s-mouth mask.

Pascal climbed back over the boards with a laugh, scooting in beside Sirius. “Well, there goes my line to the box, eh?”

“That’s what you get for taking Harzy from me,” Sirius laughed, but then he nudged Brady, sitting beside him. “Glad to have you though, Smitty.”

Coach reached forward and patted his shoulder. “Maybe give the cubs some of your wiser years, eh, Dumo?”

Pascal picked up a water bottle, raising it like a toast. “I try, I try.”

The fight seemed to get both teams fired up. There was a flurry of goals from both sides and they were tied 2-2 until half-way through the third period. Remus could tell Sirius was frustrated by the hunch of his shoulders and how far he was leaning towards the boards, like he was desperate to fix everything himself.

Coach tapped Sirius’ shoulder. “Number 12, your line!”

Remus held his breath as Sirius jumped the boards. His feet hit the ice in a hard glide, a fast smear of black on the gleaming rink. James was right behind him, arcing out to the left and shoving his guard away. Sirius only had eyes for the puck. He pinned Gallagher against a corner hard, drawing shouts from the crowd, and stole the puck from right between his legs, pushing hard to skate backwards and away. he passed it to James once to get around a defenseman, and then James snapped it back. He turned and began racing from the Lions zone to the Habs’, straight down middle ice.

Remus loved, loved when he did this. He had never seen anyone who could take a puck this far, this consistently, as Sirius could.

Remus tried to figure out how. Maybe it was his eyes. He looked one direction for long enough that his opponent turned that way, and the Sirius turned the other. Sirius was in the center zone now, dancing around Domi for a minute before James hit him, clearing the path for Sirius. Sirius pushed harder, weight on the front of his blades for a moment to dig into the ice, to go faster. He spun around a red uniform, a perfect 360, and lifted his blade with the puck on it in a hard, gorgeous back-hand.

It flew into the net soundlessly, past Price’s blocker, and the goal horn blared. Sirius had broken the tie with three minutes left in the third.

The bench exploded.

“Baby,” Remus breathed, but it was lost in the sound.

The bus was a mess of celebration and laughter as they boarded it that night, ready for Ottawa. It was a short drive, a little under two hours, and the boys would probably use the time to wind-down together before crashing. Most of them were turned in their seats to talk. Sirius was laughing. He had received the Lion-hat token. Remus was so proud of him he could barely breathe. They weren’t even too far into the season and he had already come so far from the beginning.

“Mes amies,” Pascal knelt on his seat with his phone raised. “My wife would like to remind you all that this year’s Christmas party is at our house, and she also says,” he looked down at his phone, holding it away from him a little and squinting.

“You need reading glasses, Dumo,” James laughed. “Please admit it.”

“Non, non,” Pascal clicked his tongue. “She says if you do not come, she will kill you.”

“I wouldn’t mind being murdered if it’s Celeste Dumais who does it,” Timmy said from his seat.

Pascal raised an eyebrow and looked at Olli, who was sitting beside him. “Halla, you better hit him for me.”

Olli smiled shyly and gave Timmy the softest of taps.

Timmy flipped Pascal off. “You’re never going to get my d-partner to hit me!”

“How’d mommy like your fight, Tremz?” Sirius called from the seat in front of Remus and Moody. Remus had been quietly watching the sliver of his profile that he could see through the seat, only feeling a little creepy about it.

Logan leaned over his own seat and pointed with narrow eyes. “She is very proud, thanks for asking.” He had a bruise on his cheek that looked like it would hurt in the morning.

Finn joined him from the row in front where he was sitting with Kasey. He had a similar bruise on his jaw, greenish and dark against his paler skin. “She ripped him a new one. I was there.”

The banter went on until some of the boys put their headphones on after an hour. Moody was snoring gently next to him and Remus put his earbuds in, too.

His phone lit up after a few minutes with a text.

So we won.

Remus almost laughed out loud. He glanced up between the seats to see Sirius’ face illuminated by his phone. He was smirking, just a little.

You won’t see me complaining.

Remus watched Sirius grin. He turned his head and looked through the seat back at him, eyes silver in the now dark bus.

Room #?

Remus bit his lip. 261.

Want to watch a movie together?

Remus’ heart swelled. Yeah :)

Sirius’ only reply was a little pink heart emoji, followed by the hockey stick one.

Remus clicked his phone off and took a breath. He didn’t think they could get to the hotel fast enough.