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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 year

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I have a request if you're taking any. A Jake Lockley x fem!reader. The reader is dating them but is kind of scared of Jake (is very quiet and weary around him, doesn't like his physical touch) because he was cold and mean to her when they first met (he wanted to "protect" Steven) but now all he wants is to hold and love her. The opportunity finally arrives when she's sick and needs his help. (He forcefully fronts bc he's not letting this opportunity go to waste)

Of course! Thank you so much for the ask!

Ahhh, this one got away from me a bit. (And did a bit of it's own thing) I went in to write some angst with Jake and just ended up writing soft!Jake (again, because I can't help myself.) I hope this is okay!

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Jake Lockley X F!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: Overuse of railroad sentences, typos, hurt/comfort, previous Jake & reader not getting along, sick!reader, fluff, implied Steven x reader and Marc x reader, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning!

Word Count: 1789

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He can’t stop playing it over and over again in his mind. The image looping in a relentless merry-go-round.

A light touch. His gloved fingertips barely skimming your skin as he tapped you on the arm. A gentle warning that he-they were back.

You’d had your headphones on as you did the washing up, miming along a song whose beat bled out into the air around you.

It was like you had known it was him on some subconscious level even before he reached you.

Your reaction was etched into his skin, carved behind his eyelids. The flinch. The instinctive movement away from him. It was like a knife hacking the flesh away from his chest.

You had looked at him as you paused your music. Your eyes a little wide and weary before you gave him a small smile. “Am I in the way?”

The air had stuck in his throat, crushing him under the weight of his breath.

Jake didn’t trust his voice, not in that moment. He swallowed and shook his head.

You nodded, looking at his hands instead of his face and went back to the washing up. You didn’t turn your music back on.

It had been his fault. Jake knew that. He had been more than distant, cold, purposely keeping you further than an arm’s length and trying to drag Marc and Steven away from you as well.

You had been a stranger. A danger. A variable that he couldn’t keep a constant eye on.

There was a small mix up, some bad intel when Jake went out of his way to check on your background - just in case - by the time he realised that he had been working on the wrong information the damage was done.

Jake watched in the background as Steven travelled home, keeping quiet as Marc and Steven talked. They had taken to wearing large over the ear headphones so that they could speak freely in public and look like they were just on the phone. Not that anyone in London would even notice if they were talking to themselves or not.

He had stayed quiet as Steven showered and got changed, as Marc hoovered and then washed the leftover morning dishes.

He didn’t even interject in the discussion of what to make for dinner, which was quickly becoming a squabble.

It was only interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, and you shuffling into the flat.

But your doorsteps, they sounded… wrong. Too heavy and laboured, missing the normal bounce to your step.

Marc was about to call out a greeting when Jake pushed to the front, cutting off his words before he had even opened his mouth.

‘Jake!’ Marc’s voice was loud, but fading as he fell back.

As Steven spoke at the exact same time. ‘Mate, you can’t just do that-”

“Something’s wrong.” Jake muttered, his muscles tense. He moved towards the front door, keeping his footsteps light and making the minimal amount of possible sound. He stopped when you came into view.

You were slouched on the settee, crumpled up and drawn in on yourself. Your work bag was still on your lap, your coat and shoes on. Eyes shut.

There was a horrible twist in his stomach, a wave of panic that buzzed across every nerve. You were hurt.

He rushed forward, all previous grace forgotten.

You didn’t open your eyes until he put a hand firmly on your shoulder, an action that was worrying enough, “where are you injured?” He frowned deeply, trying to scan you over for any bruising or open wounds.

“What, I’m not,” your voice came out all stuffy. Bunked up and a little garbled as if you’d just been woken from sleep.

Realisation dawned. You were sick, not hurt. He should pull back. He should get Steven or Marc, let them help you. That’s what you would want.

“I’m just a bit,” your eyes were glassy, your reactions a little delayed. You motioned to your head with your hands. “Cotton wool-y.”

Jake put his hand on your forehead, you were burning hot.

He tutted and knelt down on the ground and began to take off your shoes. Quick and precise in his movements.

You frowned. Your mind slowly catching up. “Jake?”

He didn’t pause, didn’t answer. But swallowed when you stiffened slightly.

“You don’t need to do that.” You whispered.

Jake continued, focused on his task, his warm hand on your calf as he eased your foot out of your boot and placed it carefully on the side before he started on the other.

You cleared your throat. “You don’t have to.”

He set your other boot next to the first and slowly stood. His movements were slow, precise, careful to not surprise you. As if you were some wild skittish animal that could be spooked by the smallest thing.

Jake took your work bag from your lap and hung it up on the side, where you liked to keep it. You followed his movements, nerves eating into your stomach. He didn’t have to do this. You were sure he didn’t want to do this. You were nothing more than a burden to him, an annoyance that he had to put up with for Marc and Steven’s sake. You-

“Come on,” he spoke softly, his eyes still downcast as he lent down towards you, gently taking your hands in his to help you to stand. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Jake,” the urge to pull your hands back, away from his touch was so strong, but you let him help you up.

He ignored your words, wrapping one arm around your shoulders, his other hand on your arm as he began to guide you to the bedroom.

“Jake,”

He stared at his feet,his lips pressed together into a tight line. His long, dark eyelashes were almost kissing his skin in his determination not to catch your gaze.

“Jake.” You stopped, forcing Jake to as well. Your voice cracked as you spoke, your throat sore and aching. You swallowed. “I don’t need you to do this.”

He looked at you then.

You were expecting to see relief on his face. A nod. For his hands to leave you so that he could go about his evening without having to carry the burden of caring about you for his alter’s sake.

Instead, his expression made a sharp cut of emotion sink into your chest.

He stared at you with glassy eyes, his mouth slightly parted. He looked crestfallen. He looked heartbroken.

You didn’t know what to do.

There was a long moment before he spoke. “Please.”

You frowned in confusion.

“Please,” he repeated. “Please let me look after you.” “Please don’t,” he glanced down again and screwed up his eyes, clenching his jaw and dropping his arms to his sides. Your skin was cold without his heat.

Slowly, you reached out and took his hand. A light touch as you tentatively wrapped your fingers around his. He squeezed back tightly.

“Please let me look after you.” Jake whispered. “Please.”

You cupped his cheek with your free hand and he lent into it without hesitation, closing his eyes and breathing out heavily. As if the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders.

“Jake?”

He opened his eyes, a painful vulnerability dancing in them.

“Please look after me.” You whispered.

He smiled, the expression lighting up his whole face in one glorious moment. You’d never seen him smile like that before.

He led you to bed, only leaving so that you could get changed into your pyjamas. He came back, calling out to you at first to check that you had finished changing your clothes, with his arms full. He carefully placed a new box of tissues and a packet of strepsils on your bedside table, along with some paracetamol and a cooling gel pack that was intended for headaches - explaining that it was Steven’s and he didn’t know if it would be helpful.

You beamed at him as you sat up in bed, but didn’t get a chance to thank him as Jake rushed out of the room again, coming back quickly with your favourite mug. Steam wafted out of it.

“It’s ginger,” he said, adding it to the collection on your bedside table, and making sure it sat perfectly in the middle of the coaster. “With some honey, it should help your throat. I can hear that you're a bit croaky.”

The honey touched your heart. There was only one pot of it in the flat, Jake’s vitamin honey that you had never touched. The honey that he refused to share with Marc or Steven, even going to the extent of hiding it. It was one of the few luxuries he allowed himself.

“Jake,” you spoke so softly you were surprised he heard you. “Thank you.”

He fiddled with his hands, another little smile pulling at his lips. “It’s nothing.”

You shook your head, leaning a little to reach out to take his hand. He reacted straight away, moving towards your touch so that you didn’t have to disrupt your comfort. He sat lightly on the very edge of the mattress when you urged him to, taking your hand in his and running your thumb over his skin in a soothing pattern.

Jake watched you, mesmerised. Your touch was for him, he wasn’t watching through Marc or Steven. It was his.

“I’m honoured you know.” You said with a smile. “Letting me have some of your honey.”

A small flush crept along his skin. For a moment he thought about lying, about saying that there was another jar. He swallowed and spoke quietly. “You’re more important than the honey.”

You didn’t know what to say, words wouldn’t form.

Slowly, so carefully as if he was now the easily startled wild animal, you leant forward and wrapped your arms around him. You gave Jake plenty of time to move away, to back off. Instead he rushed towards it, quickly embracing you back and just melting into the hug.

He tucked his head into your neck and breathed out a shaky breath.

You could feel the tension in his arms, the strain running just under his skin as he fought the urge to hold you tighter, to press you closer to every inch of his body.

You shifted backwards, laying down, and pulled him with you, urging him to follow. He clutched you tightly, and moved, shifting only slightly so that he was laying next to you and not on top of you.

He let out the sweetest sigh of content as you coax him to lay his head on your chest and ran your fingers through his hair, still holding you tight.

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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Part 1

Eddie’s coming home from the hospital today, and Steve is quietly singing along to love songs like they’re on the radio, but they’re not; they must be just in his head.

Dustin wants to enjoy it, wants to simply look forward to calling the others; they have an ongoing list of songs Steve has sung unconsciously, ranked according to various degrees of embarrassment, the current winner being his butchering of German in Rock Me Amadeus.

But he can’t. He can’t enjoy any of it.

There’s a window open in the car.

Steve keeps it down unless it’s crazy bad rain, ever since he found out that Erica can get motion sick sometimes.

Dustin grips onto his knees.

He’d tried to convince himself it was all centred around the hospital. That he could contain it.

But now he’s in Steve’s car (Steve’s car! Familiar and safe, where there’s still that streak of mud along the inside of the door from Dustin’s sneakers); he’s in Steve’s car trying not to breathe, because every time he does, he sees those damn particles floating in front of him.

“Okay, what?” Steve says, sounding both amused and resigned.

Dustin sucks in the slightest amount of air that he can manage. “Hmm?”

“Dude, I know you. Whenever you’re this quiet, you want something from me.”

“That’s an erroneous conclusion,” Dustin says.

Steve is meant to say something like oh yeah, erroneous, blah, blah, blah.

But Dustin knows his delivery is off when Steve just gives him a sideways glance while they’re stuck in traffic—knows that Steve misinterprets whatever look is on his face, because the driver window is being quickly wound down, too.

“Hey, do you feel sick? I can pull over.”

“I’m good,” Dustin says, only just managing to suppress a shiver as more cold wind seeps inside.

Steve doesn’t seem particularly happy with that answer, but the traffic starts moving again, leaving him with no choice but to drive on.

“Okay, just—we’ll be five minutes tops, all right? Just look at the, uh, horizon.”

Dustin looks ahead.

Doesn’t mention that all he can see is what the sky looked like from the trailer roof.

There’s a stack of books at the end of Eddie’s hospital bed—Steve’s gone back to the car to get a cardboard box for them. Dustin spots Nancy’s copy of Little Women on the top of the pile.

(During a visit where Nancy had driven him over, Eddie had made them wait in the corridor for a full five minutes before telling them they could come in, and when they did he was clutching the book with red-rimmed eyes, staring at Nancy so accusingly that Dustin couldn’t help but laugh.

“Beth?” Nancy had said, fighting a smile at Eddie’s melodramatic sigh.

Eddie mimed throwing the book at her, careful not to actually damage it. “Fucking Beth.”)

Another book’s in danger of slipping off the edge of the bed; Dustin catches it before it can fall. Peter Pan. He flicks it open, sees a childishly crooked Property of Steve written in pencil on the title page.

Eddie’s pressing some folded clothes into a bag on the other side of the bed. He looks up.

And Dustin suspects that when he went to the bathroom, Steve and Eddie must’ve had some sort of conversation about him, because Eddie says, “Go sit down, I’ve got this,” like Dustin’s the one who’s been recovering in hospital.

“What, scared I’ll rip your books?” Dustin asks, and this time he knows he’s hit just the right tone of normality, just the right mixture of teasing and petulant, because Eddie snorts.

“Shuddup,” he says, and then he lunges for Dustin, ruffling his hair. His hand lingers for a second, tilting so the back of it touches Dustin’s forehead.

“What the hell?” Dustin says, shoving him off playfully.

Eddie’s still grinning from their tussle, but it fades a bit as he gives Dustin a once-over.

“Thought you looked a little peaked,” he says with a shrug.

Dustin forces an eye roll. “I’m fine.”

Eddie seems to accept that, but he pours an extra glass of water and leaves it on the table; and when Dustin takes it, his mouth opens, and Dustin silently pleads inside his head don’t ask me, don’t ask me, and—

Steve’s voice echoes down the corridor, soft and lilting: Islands in the Stream.

Eddie chuckles. “That’s another one for the list,” he tells Dustin, but his eyes glitter like he doesn’t find it embarrassing at all, and when he’s bundling up the books, his fingers trace the front cover of Peter Pan like it’s a rare gem.

Oh, Dustin thinks. Then: You’re so happy.

Steve enters the room with the cardboard box held aloft like it’s a trophy, and Eddie laughs, makes a quip: “Jesus Christ, we’re not at one of your basketball games, Steve.”

Steve grins, briefly bends his knees as if on the basketball court. “You wish.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, shoots Dustin a look as if to say who does this guy think he is?

But his eyes are saying something else.

He passes the books over to Steve, chatting easily about whatever chapter he’d got up to, and their hands touch with such casual intimacy. There should be no space for them to worry here, Dustin decides—and so, for the rest of the day, commits to being the most carefree, boisterous version of himself he can manage.

It gets to the point where the window in his room is permanently shut.

Where he suddenly has this awful feeling of doubt—that this is something he should’ve called a code red over long ago.

He calls Will, twisting the phone cord around his fingers over and over, so tightly that it hurts.

“Will, you know when. Your—your episodes. The Mindflayer. What. What did it feel like?”

The ensuing silence makes shame run down his spine, cold as ice.

But when Will speaks, he doesn’t sound hurt, or even the slightest bit frightened.

“Why?” he asks.

“It.” Dustin grits his teeth. “I’m worried it might. Might be happening again.”

Another silence, and then Will says, very gently, “Dustin, it’s all closed off. I can’t feel anything anymore.”

“Okay.” Dustin blinks back the sudden burning in his eyes. “Okay.”

“You… you know you can talk to me, right?” Will says, tentative and kind, too kind, because Will is the kid who disappeared, who’s had to deal with all this shit for years, stuff that Dustin could never—

“Yeah,” Dustin says.

“My mom, she’ll be home soon,” Will says, rushed suddenly, like he can sense Dustin’s about to hang up, “if you wanna—”

“Yeah, thanks, I’ve gotta go,” Dustin says all in one breath, and ends the call.

And he realises something—kind of hates himself for it. That if The Upside Down was really back, he would’ve felt terrified, sure, but also…

Relieved.

Because the alternative is that the problem is him.

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jotaromane · 6 months

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bouncer! thorkell x fem! reader

this os does not take place in the original universe, but nowadays, precisely in a nightclub, i got this idea when i went to one for halloween lmao, i hope you’ll like this os anyway this os is a little longer than the others because i just had too much fun writing the clubbing part

tw : unprotected sex ; rough sex ; dirty talk ; one night stand ; in a car

You just couldn't miss that night at your favorite nightclub. Indeed, the owners teased a night “2000s music only” on social media. You and your friend were so impatient to go. You did a before at your place, so you didn’t spend all your salaries by buying drinks.

-I think you’ve drunk enough for now, you said by grabbing his glass from your friend’s hand.

-I… i’M nOt DrUnk ! he stuttered.

-Thorfinn, let’s go, you cut short. I don’t want to miss a single song. Imagine what would happen if we miss Poker Face…

-You would never forgive me, he smiled.

Thorfinn was your best friend. You met him at college, where the two of you were too shy to start meeting new people. You were forced to do a presentation together, and you instantly became friends. You discovered student life with him : bars, nightclubs, going on trips… It was reassuring to have him in your life.

You approached the entry, and lucky for you, you didn’t have to stand in line. -How’s my makeup ? you asked him. And my outfit ? -You look gorgeous, as always ; don’t worry. What about me ? You took his face in your hands so you checked if the glitter on his eyes had moved. -Perfect, you said. I can’t believe you accepted to wear makeup !

You were now at the entry, facing two bouncers. They were very tall, and even if you came at this club often, you've never saw them. One of them was a true giant, blonde haired. His percent eyes met you and Thorfinn. - Good evening, you said. Can we go inside ? -We’re dressed for the occasion, Thorfinn intervened.

-Mh, said the second bouncer with no emotion in his voice. You can go. Have fun.

The club was full, you couldn’t walk without bumping into someone. But the music was just as you expected, and you had a lot of fun with your friend. Due to your proximity, people would obviously thinked that you two were together, so nobody tried to importunate you. -Stop calling, STOP CALLING ! you sang.

-I don't wanna think anymore…Thorfinn responded while miming a phone with his hand.

-I GOT MY HEAD AND MY HEART ON THE DANCEFLOOR ! you both screamed more than sang.

A few hours passed and while clubbing, you ordered so many more drinks, and Thorfinn started to feel sick because of the alcohol. You took him to the toilets, and he threw up while you were holding his long hair into a messy ponytail. -Gosh, you said. That’s disgusting. What did you eat recently ? Shrimps ?

-Sorry… he mumbled. Maybe I drank too much…

-The hangover will punish you, don’t worry.

You helped Thorfinn clean his face and you went back to the dancefloor, but the mood was gone. It was nearly 5am and most of the people were gone or too tired to dance.

-I’m gonna call an Uber, you said as you left the club.

The fact that there was no music anymore helped you think and manipulate your phone, even if the alcohol made your gestures unprecise. -He’s on his way, you averted Thorfinn.

-Okay, thank you, (y/n). It’s always a pleasure to hang out with you. You’re really my best friend. I wonder how my college years would have been without you…

-Okay, okay, you said softly by patting his back. You’re my best friend too.

You didn’t notice, but when he heard the words “best friend”, the blonde bouncer locked his attention on you. In fact, he had targeted you from the moment he saw you arriving at the club, but he thought you were with your boyfriend. But he decided to play it cool and pretend he heard nothing. -Hey, lovebirds, he said to you. Do you guys need help ?

-You… You’re talking to me ?

The alcohol in your blood made your heart pulse when your eyes met his. He truly was huge. -You’re very tall, you said like a curious child.

He smiled, discovering some large teeth. -And you’re very drunk, as I can see.

You looked away and saw Thorfinn join you. -Yeah, you admitted. Maybe we took too many shots inside…

-How do you and your boyfriend come home ? he asked, knowing the answer.

-He’s not my boyfriend ! you tried to articulate.

-For sure, Thorfinn added, nearly proudly. I can’t imagine having to live with her 24/7 !

You pretended to slap him. -You are the unbearable one ! Remember our philosophy : no engagement before our 25 ! After that, if we’re not engaged, we will get married, not before !

-Of course, the bouncer said. Due to your age, you must make the most of life while you’re young.

-Exactly !! you shouted, touching his shoulder. You’re totally right…uh…What’s your name again ?

The bouncer raised an eyebrow as he felt your contact on him. Your hand was just so tiny on him. You couldn’t even cover one of his pectorals with your palm. -My name’s Thorkell.

-Thorkell…you repeated. What an original name.

The Uber driver arrived at this moment and was stationed in front of the club. You opened the door and Thorfinn literally threw himself in. -After you…you said ironically.

-Sorry, (y/n). My feet just hurt so much. All this dancing stuff…

When you started to sit in the car, Thorkell took your arm and forced you to watch him. -I told you my name but I don’t know yours, he noted. Would you like to tell me around one last drink ?

He smirked and you blushed. You never met someone this tall and intimidating. In fact, he was kind of hot. Maybe a little older than you, but who cared ? You looked at Thorfinn, silently asking for his opinion. -(y/n) ! he sighed. Every FUCKING week ! Go, if you want to. But text me regularly. And you…

He stepped out of the car and stood up in front of Thorkell. -If you dare to hurt my friend or make her do things she doesn’t want to…

Thorkell threw him a look that meant “Don’t worry” and “Fuck off” at the same time, you couldn’t interpret it because of the alcohol. But you knew that Thorfinn wasn’t laughing at all. You kissed him on the cheek, and without taking his eyes off Thorkell, he kissed you on the forehead. -Have a good time, sweetie. If you have any problems, you call me. I’m serious.

-Sure. I’ll text you.

The Uber got started and you turned back to Thorkell. He was patiently waiting for you, car keys in his hand. -Don’t worry, he said. We don’t drink when we’re working. I can drive.

-Drive to…?

-Oh, I thought you would have understood that I’ve planned to take you to my apartment.

You were not against the idea, even if you knew nothing about him. One life, you thought. -I don’t know, you smiled. Are you going to kill me in your basement ?

-I promise I won’t.

Thorkell’s car was actually as big as his owner. It was an impressive black Range Rover. -Wow, you whispered.

-That’s my baby, he said proudly. I worked hard to afford it. So be careful with your heels when you get into it.

-Sure.

You sat on the passenger seat, and Thorkell was next to you. He was so close, you could observe him in detail while he drove out of the parking lot. He had some large hands, his nails were cut short and perfectly clean. He wore a black turtleneck pullover that suits his square jaws. His beard was neither too long nor too short. -Are you staring at me ? he asked.

-Uh, no, no… you mumbled.

-Because I did, tonight. I noticed you as soon as you arrived at the club. You and this boy seemed to be very close.

-Thorfinn is my friend, nothing more. We’re clear about that.

-Fine, he concluded.

He drove safely, so you authorized yourself to text Thorfinn instead of watching the road. “In my prey’s car. Everything’s fine. You ?”. As usual, Torfinn responded nearly instantly “Fine. Be careful, this man is truly a giant, he could easily hurt you.” By reading the message, you couldn’t help but think that if Thorkell hurted you - just a little - with these giant hands, you wouldn’t mind. At this thought, your legs started to squeeze. You knew why you were here, and so did he.

Thorkell made the move for you, and placed his hand on your thigh. You said nothing. He ascended slowly to approach the spot, and your breath became short. You could feel your body preparing itself. All of your body got goosebumps. -Your skin is so soft, he said with his eyes focused on the road. You know what, fuck off.

You were concentrating on the contact of your skins, so at first you didn’t realize he had stopped the car in another parking lot. It was deserted. -I know this place, he assured you. Nobody would disturb us. The windows are tinted.

-Then what are you waiting for ? you teased him.

Thorkell looked at you and you could tell he had hunger in his eyes. You thought back at the size of his teeth. God.

He slipped up your dress so he could take off your pantties. He threw the underwear away and immediately his giant hand covered all of your cunt to caress you. -Can we kiss ? you asked. I like kissing people.

-As you wish.

His lips were surprisingly soft. You pushed your tongue into his mouth as he inserted two of his colossal fingers into you, making you gasp while kissing. -Uhm… Like that, huh ? he growled against your lips.

You nodded and took his face into your hands to intensify the kiss even more. He slowly caressed your g-spot, knowing exactly where it was. You whimpered and started sweating a little.

-You hot, sweetie ? Let me undress you.

Savagly, he pulled the thin straps of your dress to reveal your breasts. His eyes opened wide. -How beautiful…he whispered. Can I ? he asked with a desperate look.

-Please.

Just as you expected, Thorkell wasn’t a gentle man when he had sex, especially in the back of his car. He ran to your nipples, by taking one in his mouth and squeezed the other between his thumb and his index finger. You arched your back to meet his contact more intensely. His other hand was still working on your intimacy. It was so good. You passed your hands through his hair and pulled them gently. -Don’t be shy, he said against your skin. Pull my hair.

After a little time, Thorkell raised his head to you, and his golden gaze made you melt on the leather seat. -And now, do you want me to eat you, little brat ?

His eyebrows raised as he was waiting for your permission. -I… I don’t know ‘cause we danced a lot so I think I sweated and maybe the smell is…

-Let me tell you, lady, that I absolutely don’t give a damn. You want me to make you cum on my mouth or not ?

You shivered as his words, and nodded by biting your lower lip. -That’s what I thought, he teased. Put your back against the door so I can properly spread these gorgeous legs.

His assault on you made you moan loudly. His large tongue circled your clit with appetite, and you tried your best not to scream, as his fingers still worked in you. You could hear him trying to keep his breath calm, but for sure he was so excited to. Your moans turned him on a lot. -Don’t be so loud, he ordered. Take this instead, you brat.

And without any warning, he inserted his other index finger in your mouth. Immediately you sucked on it, circling it. Your eyes closed and your eyebrows frowned, you could feel your orgasm coming. -Thorkell, you said. I’m…

-I know, sweetie, he cut you short. I can feel it by your pussy beating on my mouth. Delicious.

Your orgasm striked you and you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs around his head, but he actually seemed to love that.

You thought you were going to rest a little after that, but you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. -I assume that everything in you is huge, Thorkell, you teased.

-You don’t have an idea, he smirked. Do you want to taste it before I fuck you like the pretty slut that you are ?

He took off his clothes and you could barely believe it. You’ve never seen someone this big. All of his body was disproportionate : his shoulders, arms, even his legs were enormous. He wasn’t a normal human. And you could tell by the size of his erection, waiting for you. -Take it, if you dare.

You posed your lips on his tip, took a deep breath, and started to swallow his cock, but you couldn’t take it all. Tears shone into your eyes as you sucked him the best you could. Thorkell sighed loudly. -That’s it, you little bitch, so desperate for my cock, huh ?

You nodded, still sucking him, your saliva poured out of your mouth. He started moving his hips to make you take all of it, but you gagged loudly. -Gonna ruin your pretty makeup, he promised while grabbing your neck. My turn to pull your hair, princess.

He caught them so he could see your concentrated face working on him. His precum filled your mouth deliciously. You moaned on him, eyes closed to appreciate his taste and size. -Slow down, or I’m gonna come in your mouth, I don’t want to. Nah, you know what, I have a better idea…

He took your face in his hands so you couldn’t escape his animal gaze. He smiled largely, discovering his teeth. -Want my cock inside of you, you slut ?

-Ye…Yes, you gasped.

-Ask properly for it, he demanded.

Your desire made you tremble, you felt your body so ready to take his length. -Please, you said. Please, fuck me.

-I like seeing those pretty eyes begging. Wanna see them while I fuck you. Ride me.

You placed yourself on the top of him, and he took your breasts into his hands. He teased your nipples with his thumb making tiny circles on them. -So hard for me, he murmured for himself. Are you ready ?

-Please, you said desperately.

He pushed himself into you inches by inches, taking a long sigh from you. You’ve never been filled so full by a man. Thorkell’s size left no space. -Be gentle, please, you asked. At first.

-Don’t worry, darling, I’ll give you the time to get used to me.

His movements were slow but deep, and you whimpered without any restraint, holding yourself to his shoulders. Your breasts were bouncing in rhythm. Thorkell thought that he had the most beautiful view in the world. - Now, go faster, you begged.

-What a needy slut, he smirked. As you wish.

With one hand, he caught your hair and reversed your head back. With the other, he strangled you so your breath was shorter. His thrusts now pounded you with no mercy. -Move on it, he demanded. I know you can.

He took your head back near his, and whispered in your ear.

-You think I didn’t see you move on that dancefloor, you little brat ? I know what that ass can do. You were having fun, didn’t you ?

-Yes, I did. But my legs kind of hurt now, I…

He didn’t wait for your response and grabbed your ass so he could do the job himself. Due to his strength, you couldn’t help but start sobbing with pleasure. He noticed that and licked your tears away. -I’m not done with you, you slut, so don’t you dare collapse on my cock or anything. I’m going to finish you properly.

You started feeling weak, taking his cock was so exhausting, but it was also delicious. You managed to hold your explosion a little more. A strange fog covered your eyes. Thorkell saw it and slapped you. -What did I said ?

You didn’t answer. Instead, you looked him in the eyes, and they opened wide, as he slowed down. -What, princess ? he worried. Did I hurt you ? Do you want me to stop ?

-No, you sighed. Don’t stop, please… But slow down, please… I can’t take it anymore, I’m gonna come on your beautiful leather seats. Remember, this car is your baby.

-You mean you’re gonna squirt ?

-I… I think so…

Thorkell’s eyes shone like you just told him he won at the lottery. -Oh Lord, he mumbled. Would you let me take you to this state ?

You gathered your last strengths and continued to ride him, as a response. He smiled, and rubbed your clit with his thumb. Only a few seconds later, it was too much for you, and you started to squirt over him, but he didn’t seem to care. -Come on baby, you’re just too sexy moaning for me !

Your legs were shaking in an out of control way. Thorkell immediately slipped out his cock of your body and his seed squirted on your belly. He let go a long growl, as he caressed your face. You kissed him passionately. It was so good. -Damn, he said, trying to catch his breath. That was an experience.

-I agree, you murmured in his ear. Thank you for worrying about me.

-Anything for a lady.

Thorkell drove fast. You searched your phone at the same time. -Do you want to rest at mine ? he asked. It’s 6am, your friend is probably asleep.

-Hum, you responded. Why not. I’ll still text him so he doesn't worry when he wakes up.

You texted Thorfinn “Prey’s under control. Gonna sleep at his apartment and then he will drive me home.” You focused on Thorkell again. -Did you like it ? you asked.

-I loved it, baby, he smiled while placing his hand on your thigh. Usually, I don’t see my conquests again, but what if we…

-Broke the rule ? you completed. I think I’m okay with this, I you’re able to fuck me like that everytime.

Thorkell squeezed his hand around you, making you gasp. -You don’t know a thing about what else I could do to please you, darling.

this was a looong os but i hope you liked it anyway!! btw requests are open! <3

#thorkell x reader #thorkell x reader smut #vinland saga x reader #thorfinn #thorfinn x reader #thorkell #fanfiction #smut #+18 #dirty talk #vinland saga #manga #anime #knute #askeladd #requests open

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an0nfr0mth3d3n · 5 months

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QSMP ZOMBIE AU: The School

(whatever I’m adding the kids I don’t care)

Mr. MC, or just “Fit” as he insisted everybody called him, was stuck on detention duty on the day the world as he knew it ended. There were very few people in the building still, just Mr. Halo, Mr. Underscore, Principal Minecraft, Ms. Kitten, and Ms. Mouse.

Oh and the 10 troublemaking kids in front of him.

Well, 5 of them were technically innocent and waiting for their parents to take them home, but all in all these kids were pretty troublesome.

Fit sighed, leaning back in his cheap roller chair and propped his heavy boots up on the desk.

He was one of the more lenient teachers when it came to detention, and it showed.

Dapper and Ramon had been flicking tiny pieces of paper at each other, which had turned to large crumpled up pieces of paper, which had turned into pencils, and even an apple was lobbed back and forth a couple of times.

Richarlyson and Pepito (how a kindergartner managed to get detention was beyond him) were also beefing in the back in what was probably a friendly manner, although Fit did have to reprimand Richas for trying to smack his younger brother with a meterstick.

Leo was still chewing on bubblegum, refusing to spit it out even when threatened, and given, overtime at school. She, like Fit, also had her feet propped up on the desk tables, despite Fit having half heartedly told her off for doing so several times.

Fit rolled his eyes fondly at the antics of the kids in detention, and looked towards the back where the innocents were happily hanging out, waiting for their parents.

Sunny was doing some…color by number app on her iPad her father had bought for her, Empanada looking over her shoulder and snacking on her honey teddy grahams.

Pomme was busy writing in her journal. That girl sure had discipline when it came to journaling every day, Fit never saw her without the leather-bound book, a gift from one of her parents. Fit assumed she was here because Mr. Halo, the only American in the platonic French polycule that parented Pomme, was staying late grading some papers.

Tallulah had her recorder out, practicing the fingerings for the new song that Ms. Mouse had assigned for the class. She had a concentrated expression as her fingers danced along the instrument, silently miming out the song.

And Chayanne was…..

Fit furrowed his brow, sliding his legs off the table and sitting upright. Chayanne was staring out the window, a concerned expression on his face.

No, that wasn’t concern…

That was fear.

Fit stood to his feet, calmly stretching his back. No use in stressing out the kiddos, and if it was cause for concern, panic would only make the situation ten times worse. Still, he could feel the attention of 9 children on him as he calmly walked to the window, placing a gentle hand on Chayanne’s back, who jumped under the touch.

Fit cast his gaze out to the playground which the window was facing, and felt his stomach clench in fear.

There was a man stuck in the climbing bars of the playground structure, stumbling and gnashing his teeth. His right arm was twisted painfully out of place, caught in the bars of the structure, and his legs on every drunken step pushed to meet the ground, sometimes without even waiting for the foot to touch ground, foot bending to the side in a way that made Fit wince. Now that he realized, the man was making noises, loud, ragged, inhuman sounds that curdled around a bloodied throat, foam spitting from the mouth.

Chayanne tugged on Fit’s leather jacket, grabbing his attention.

“Mr. Fit, I’m gonna go find my Dad. I…left my lunchbox in his office.”

Fit pursed his lips. “…Okay. Be safe. Go straight there okay? The janitor waxed all the other floors so I would want you to get hurt.”

Chayanne nodded, understanding the hidden message, and took off.

Fit didn’t move from the window.

#qsmp #qsmp zombie au #qsmp fitmc #qsmp dapper #qsmp ramon #qsmp leonarda #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp pepito #qsmp sunny #qsmp empanada #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #mentions of other characters but not enough that I would tag em.#zombie warning #It’s not scary #I mean I scared myself but I’ve already established that I am weak

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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Shrek the Third:

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Raph learned after Mikey.

He was out with Casey. Not, like, out out. Just out. Not that he really wanted to be out out with Casey. Haha. Whaaaat? That would be weird.

“Dude, five bucks I can shove this whole thing down my throat.” Casey beamed, holding up the enormous hot dog he’d just bought from a street vendor.

“You lubed it up with enough ketchup and mustard to drown most humans.” Raph gestured to the thing, dripping as it was, “I’m not taking that. You just want me to watch you choke on some long meat.”

Casey snorted with laughter, jabbing his elbow into Raph’s arm. He still decided to try to swallow the whole thing down, looking like one of those weird birds at the park while he did.

The theme song to Revolutionary Girl Utena chimed through the air and Raph pulled out his phone, answering Mikey’s call.

“Bro, what-“

“Raph, you have to get to the hospital. I tried calling Leo but he’s not answering.”

“Whoa, slow down, bud, what’s going on?” He immediately got to his feet, turning his back to Casey.

“It’s Donnie. Donnie, he- he…” Mikey broke down crying, unable to finish his statement.

Raph’s heart shattered. Donnie was hurt and Mikey was crying. He hated not being close by to comfort his brother, and being able to still hear him sobbing only made it hurt worse. His instincts told him to grab Mikey, to hold him close and shield him against anything and everything, but he couldn’t, not when Mikey was so far…

“What hospital?”

Mikey’s voice cracked a few times before he managed to speak up again, “M-ma’am, what’s the name of this hospital?” His sniffled loud, directly into the microphone, “Hidden City Main Hospital. Go through the Emergency gate. I- I can’t get ahold of Leo, Raph. She doesn’t know, she- she was shopping today. You know she ignores her phone.”

“I’ll get ahold of Leo. You call April. They probably won’t let her or Casey in but it’s better to keep everyone informed.”

“Y-yeah.”

“Mikey. Take a deep breath. I need you to tell me what happened.”

He heard Mikey follow his instructions.

“Did Donnie text you?”

“A little while ago. He said he left something for me in my room, but I’m up top with Casey.”

“It’s a suicide note, Raph. At least, I think it is. He had one here with him, too. He drank something, I don’t know what it was but the doctor said it wasn’t good.” Mikey’s voice was breaking again, “It was addressed to whoever found him. He’s been planning this, Raphie. He had all of our numbers written down and April’s and Casey’s. Fuck, he even had Splinter’s old number on there, he was just gonna- he- if I hadn’t turned around, he would be-“

“Mikey!” Raph snapped, “Mikey, focus, okay? The doctors will do what they can, but we need to be together. Call Leo and April. I’ll get there as soon as I can.” He turned, looking at Casey, who had since bitten and swallowed his hot dog. He mimed the words ‘Text Leo’ to him, which he immediately pulled out his phone to do. “Look, buddy, I’m up near Time Square so it’ll be a bit before I can get there. Focus on getting Leo and April, okay?”

“O-okay.”

“I’m gonna hang up and try getting Leo’s attention too, okay? He has to answer one of us.”

“Okay.”

Raph hung up and turned to Casey. Casey just nodded. He didn’t need Raph to explain, he could hear the worry in his friend’s tone, the fear in his posture. Casey didn’t care what the problem was, just how he could help. He followed Raph without question, getting them on his bike to find the nearest entrance to the Hidden City. Raph filled him in on the way, in clipped sentences that only provided what he knew.

Donnie had made a suicide attempt.

Mikey found him.

He was in the hospital.

Leo wasn’t answering.

—

Casey got them to the hospital quick. Given that he didn’t actually have a license, human or yokai, he didn’t actually care to much about breaking traffic laws. Two officers stopped them when they finally parked, but Casey let Raph hurry inside and while he dealt with the cops.

Mikey was in the waiting room.

“Leo still isn’t answering, but April is on her way. She said she’d stop by the apartment to get him.” Mikey grabbed Raph’s hands, tear tracks staining his face, “I haven’t seen any of the doctors that took Donnie since they brought him to the back.”

“You did good, Mikey.” Raph pulled him in close, squeezing him tight, “You did such a good job, you did everything right. I’ve got you, Mike. Raph is here. Raph has you.”

Mikey broke down again in his arms. Raph cried with him. Partway through he registered a human hand resting on his shell, soothingly tracing the pattern of his scutes in the way Casey liked to do.

When Mikey finally settled, they all got to work texting and calling Leo.

——

Damn, Donnie, your depression interrupted Raph’s gay thoughts. RIP.

-Monster Anon

you're really savin my ass with this today. i am having a BAD ONE. also goddamn if you aren't on a roll. i posited this idea last night at like 2 AM and you've already written 3 whole whatchamacallits.

im swirling this shit around in a glass like its wine. hell yeah.

also i had to look up what a scute was lol.

#nnstuff #ask #asks are sweethearts #teenage mutant neglected turtles #neglected fic #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #suicide tw

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soothinglee · 9 months

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part 2 of your tao fic slow train when the friend group plan on introducing the reader to the rest and tao and the reader get talking again?

ofc don’t do this if you don’t want to❤️

slow train part 2 | tao xu x reader

summary: you reconnect with tao after a lot of persuasion, a new chapter in a growing friendship emerges.

warnings: none.

authors note: i would like to preface that i am not british and tried doing 'research' on british slang for this to feel more real but i feel like i did not succeed lol. if this is out of character or nothing like what british people talk like feel free to flame/correct me in the comments.

inspiration: there was no inspo for this one aside for the request (thank you by the wayಇ) but if you want a song to listen to while reading i suggest "obsessed" by hatchie :)

pairing: tao xu x reader (no pronouns specified. though reader is mentioned to go to higgs.)

masterlist | part one

after the train meeting happened thoughts of it slowly started to leave your mind. it wasn't like you forgot what happened, or about who tao was. of course not, it was hard to get him away. it was like his voice was on the forefront of your mind; always echoing lowly behind your thoughts.

you knew you would see him again, later rather than sooner seeing as his school was only a short distance walk away from yours- and the fact that you were friends with his friends. you never thought about actually hanging out with him alone, and you never could because how would you even bring that conversation up to the girls? and plus, you don't even have his number. it was all up to a waiting game.

luckily enough for you, it was sooner.

"so what do you think?" all heads turn towards you as tara finishes talking. you hadn't been fully present in the conversation, slowly nodding off over your carrot sticks.

after a moment you blink away the haze in your eyes and look back at them, "what?"

elle looks at you and scoffs, a playful twitch in her brow. tara groans and leans back on darcy who lightly catches taras head in her hands, "you weren't even listening!"

"i was i swear! i just didn't catch the last part!"

"i said," she takes a moment and throws one of darcys monster munch at you, to which you catch and throw it back, "what do you think about hanging out with us after school?"

"it won't just be us!" darcy interrupts, ignoring the look on taras face, "it'll be charlie, nick, isaac, and tao."

at the name your head perks up, fully paying attention, "did you say tao?"

"you know tao?" elle pipes up, "as in tao xu?"

"don't be crass," you mumble, nimbly messing with your lunch, "there's only one tao in this area."

elle, choosing to ignore your smart remark, begins fiddling with her phone underneath the table, fingers moving a mile a minute, "how do you know him? he's never mentioned he knew you."

"that's because he doesn't," you kick her from under the table, miming that the teachers coming, she looks at her phone again and puts it away, "not in the way he knows you guys. we met on the train a week ago, he told me he knew you guys and that's how we got to know eachother. but we never traded numbers, his stop came to soon."

"that's even more of a reason for you to hang out!" in the random burst of energy from darcy, taras head was dropped out of her hands and onto the lunch table with a hallow thunk. she made no effort to move it. "you guys could reconnect! become friends- or something more-."

darcys speech was cut short by elles hand muffling the sound. giggling, you shake your head in disagreement, " i don't know, i feel like that'd be a little stalkerish."

"don't be crass." elle mocks, "it's not that big of a deal, honestly. plus it's about time you hung out with us outside of school."

the rest of the girls nodded from across the table and elle nudges your shoulder with her elbow. you look at her and then back to them. it wouldn't be a bad idea to meet tao again. you missed the conversations you had- even though it was cut short. and this would be a perfect opportunity to talk to him again and hopefully become friends. not only that, you would be meeting the others and actually be a part of a close knit-friend group. and besides, when would you have a chance to talk to him like this again. walking past his school and waving "hi" doesn't count.

though on the downside what if there is no connection like there was last time? you would never know if you didn't give it a shot.

after a moment you look up and wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt. "okay," a deep sigh leaves your mouth and the girls perk up, "i'll come. just text me the details."

you manage to get some of the last words out before they start screeching loudly. glancing over to where the teachers sit at lunch you can see your homeroom teacher giving you a pointed look with her arms crossed. without having to be told twice you quickly quiet the girls down.

tara squeals, "this is perfect, you can finally meet everyone else and officially be apart of our group! i'll make sure to text you everything!"

you don't say anything in response, a small smile making its way to your face, though you still can't help but to feel nervous.

standing infront of nicks door felt awkward. from inside you could hear the faint sounds of laughing and music vibrating the house. in your hand you hold a bag of chips from tesco, it felt like it would've been rude to just show up without anything to offer.

shifting it over to your non-dominate hand you wipe your palms on your pant leg and hesitantly knock on the door. for a moment it goes silent and then the heavy sound of boots hitting the floor beneath the door way. looking down you can see a shadow of someones feet standing on the other side and it gets kind of weird when it takes a few seconds longer for it to open.

growing rather impatient you raise your fist to knock again when suddenly the door swings open and the bright light inside covers the person infront of you in a shadow. only when they step out you can actually see who is there.

"tao?" you call out, stepping a little closer.

"yeah, hey." that smile that's starting to grow on you makes its way onto his face as he plays with his beanie. the bag of chips crinkles under your arm pit as the two of you stare at each other. the energy around you shifts and you can tell that tao notices too.

"oh sorry," he breaks eye contact and steps out of the doorway, holding it open for you. "please come in, don't want you to get sick."

you laugh politely, saying your thank you's as you watch him close and lock the door. the sound of music picks back up from the parlor when you turn back around to face him.

tao rocks on the balls of his feet and stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets, his evidently nervous and makes no move to say anything.

"it's nice to see you again." you mummer lightly, gazing up at him. a low laugh emits from his chest as he nods his head.

"it's um," he smiles again, this time with teeth. "it's nice to see you again too. i was wondering when we'd meet actually. i had realized that i didn't get your number when i got off."

you nod in agreement, "it's okay, we could still exchange?" hope dances through your words as you cross your fingers behind the chip bag.

taos eyes widen for a second and his quick to reach for his phone, "yeah, let me just..." he swiftly unlocks his phone and hands it over to you eagerly.

in return you gently take it and enter your digits, adding you name to your contact so it could save. "perfect."

taos eye wander around your face and then towards the bag in your hand, "you brought snacks?"

"oh!" you bring the chips out in front of you, "i didn't want to come empty handed."

"no please, don't worry." he reaches over and takes it from your hands, signaling for you to follow him, "every time we hang out charlie spends half of his bank on snacks. we always have so much that we save the leftovers for the next hangouts."

you realize that he walks you to the kitchen and politely place yourself near the kitchen sink as he reaches in the cabinets to grab a plastic orange bowl. "you all hangout a lot?"

tao nods, "oh yeah," he pulls on the bag but it doesn't budge, after trying again and failing you gently take it from his hands and open it with ease, he gives you a timid half-smile, "every week when we can."

"cool."

the sound of the chips hitting the bowl fills the silence between the two of you. only when tao walks back over from the trash he speaks. "i hope you join us for now own, you haven't met the others yet but we would love for you to be our friend."

you can't help but smile, "i would love too."

tao releases a heavy breath, nodding his head so quickly you fear he'll get whiplash, "cool, awesome, amazing." you giggle, for a moment he pauses and turns his gaze towards you, "and also," he adds slowly, "maybe...we could hangout aswell?"

you give him a astonished look, "seriously?"

"well yeah, unless- you don't want to, which is like, totally fine, I get it-."

"no no, tao, i would love to. i'm just shocked is all."

he lets out a confused grunt, "what? why?"

shrugging your shoulders you look at him and then back towards the chip bowl. before you could say anything a voice emerges from the parlor;

"oi hurry up and bring her in here! stop hogging her!"

turning your head towards the sound you can't help but giggle at the urgency in darcys voice. "wouldn't want to keep them waiting, no?" you say, turning back towards tao.

he lets out a playful shaky breath and stares at the door, "no we do not." he walks over to you, chip bowl in one hand and offers you the other. "shall we?"

you look at his arm then towards him, and with a content smile you nod your head, "we shall."

#tao xu x reader #tao xu #tao xu x you #tao xu x y/n #heartstopper #heartstopper x reader #heartstopper season 2 #x reader #x you #x y/n #elle argent #darcy #tara #sahar #charlie spring #nick nelson #venicie #fluff #part 2

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afreakingdork · 9 months

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Weak Spot - Chapter 29

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

@grievouslygreat put so much work into drawing Shelldon for this week's chapter art! Send that love right back!!

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Huge shout-out to @uvamay for the Shelldon dance scene! They send some of the best asks and I can't thank them enough!!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: One boob mention.

With your elbows craned to the kitchen counter and your ass sticking out, you hummed along to jaunty music. Beside you S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. swayed side to side where the sound was emanating from his back. You twirled a spoon in hand to the rhythm until a bit of batter almost flung off. You swooped the globule back up and popped the stirrer into your mouth. Lyrics tapering off, the beat continued until the song ended.

“Well?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. buzzed with excitement.

Retracting the spoon, you smiled. “It was good!”

“Right!?” He glowed with a grin. “The whole album is pretty good, but especially those first few songs are amazing!”

“Do you listen to a lot of music?” Straightening from where you’d been hunched too long, you stretched to crack your back.

“For sure!” You watched his eyes turn over and start cycling through binary code. “I listen to all kinds: New Age, Metal, R&B, Synthwave-“

“But Donnie…?” Coming down, you pointed the spoon aware that S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. might go on listing for an indeterminate amount of time.

The binary froze and, in a blink, his eyes returned. “Oh…”

You watched curiously, bringing the clean spoon back to your mouth.

“That’s a rough topic…” If he had hands you imagined S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. would be scratching his head. “I tried to play him something once, when he was… ya know…” His rotors gestured and you knew he meant Donnie’s twenties. “He was pretty p-o’d.”

“It’s strange…”

“It is!” He huffed. “You’d think he’d want some background EDM while he works, but he had this whole spiel about how if even one bit of his brain power was diverted-! Whatever, man!”

You nodded trying to picture what Donnie looked like then, but white coats and ominous goggles were all you could conjure.

Who’s to say that wasn’t right?

“I mix a little myself.” He did a single excited turn which brought your attention back. “Just beats mostly, check it.”

A club bop started up and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. didn’t wait for your input. Instead, he started swinging back and forth to his own beat. His attitude was infectious and you found your head bobbing in time. With a little beat drop flourish, he caught wind of you and flew up as if he were your dance partner. You laughed at his offered rotor and mimed taking it with the spoon. At the last moment before you imagined you’d be reeled in for a dip, you pulled back and busted out your own little groove in time with the rhythm.

The drone slowed and gave a low whistle.

“Too much?” You laughed. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hardly made you feel self conscious and instead you worried about embarrassing him for whatever reason.

“No, no!” The music turned down, but not off. “Full disclosure: I have an archival system in me.”

Rolling on the balls of your feet, you leaned away. “It’s like for…?”

“Safety!” He rushed as if correcting himself. “Sorry, that must have sounded weird. It’s like storing memories. I meant more like I could send you a clip if you wanted to see!”

You blew a raspberry. “I’ve seen enough of my dancing.”

He hovered on the edge of a thought.

You stared for a moment until you tapped the spoon to your chin. “I could send it to Donnie.”

“You could send it to Donnie.” He began to repeat before you had even finished speaking.

“You’re really making me work for it!” You pretended to huff.

“Ugh, I mean, let’s pass some version of the Bechdel test!” He made a huge show of rolling his eyes.

You giggled and then leaned in.

He followed suit offering the side of his triangular head.

“Real quick then: be honest, is it… worth it? He’d like it?”

One of his rotors came up as if he were shielding his mouth from the secret he was about to tell. “You were so adorable I was hoping you wouldn’t guess so it would be a memory just for me.”

“Stop!” You tittered, flapping a hand at him.

“Thank you, thank you.” He did a mock bow. “Send it?”

“Send it.” You agreed.

The music stopped and there was a soft pinging noise that you presumed was the message firing off.

He then gave a great sigh of relief.

“I gotta say, all that omission of truth stuff was rough, but I love being able to talk about whatever I want now!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. chirped, buzzing around you.

You bopped his beak with the spoon. “It’s pretty great.”

“Heal-thy real-a-tion-ship!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. annunciated as if it was something he’d been harping on all along.

You bet he’d bent Donnie’s ear as much as he could. “It’s something.”

He lowered a little. “You okay? That sounded not so stellar.”

“No!” You threw your hands out and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was forced to dodge. “Ack, sorry! It was wistful!”

“Wistful?”

You set the spoon on the rest and turned out to your apartment. You were due to move the next day and the place was a wreck. With your roommate out for work that evening, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had come over to help you pack. When you had been combing over the kitchen cabinets, you’d found a muffin mix about to expire and decided a break was in order for baking. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. surprised you with his whisk attachment and had splattered the kitchen when he prematurely lifted before turning it off. Already in schlubby clothes for the hard work, you’d laughed it off and cleaned up together.

“Well yeah…” You gestured out to the living room where random brown squares dotted the space. “I’m happy. It’s just… everything’s changing.”

“Oh…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. commiserated.

“I’ll cry about it when I say goodbye tomorrow. For now, I’ve been meaning to ask…?”

He hummed curiously.

“Are you… going to live with us?”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. burst out laughing.

You pursed your lip with offense.

“I’m sorry-” He choked, doing a barrel roll to keep upright from where he almost rolled over. “That’s just-fweh! We would not survive that!”

“I’ll have you know I’m a great roommate! Coral and I have been roomies for like 6 years and two places!”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s body made a V-shape. “Not you!”

“Oh…” You grimaced. “Should I be…?”

“No no no!” His little rotors waved frantically. “No more assumptions! Let me set the record straight!”

You settled back into the counter to listen.

“We’ve worked our bad blood out, but Donatello and I… We don’t see eye to eye and I’m basically programmed to sass him.”

Your lips rounded with a question.

“Not actually.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. chided. “We’re equals and I call him out, but he’s always doing something so it happens a lot. What really helped our relationship was me moving out.”

“You have… your own apartment?” You straightened a little unconsciously.

“Kinda.” He buzzed up to your ear and whispered. “Ever been to apartment one?”

“No?” You turned to him with growing understanding.

“That’s where my charging port is and Donnie alerts me if he’s going to come by. I have full veto power to not let him in too, which was a whole thing when it was first proposed, but we don’t have to get into that!”

“Right, no need…” You pictured that identical apartment with a S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sized wall outlet. Seeing how full of life the bot was, you hoped he customized the space far beyond what your imagination concocted.

“I have a bipedal form too.”

“Hm… Huh?!”

“Yeah, it’s about the same size as I am now, but with arms and legs.” He did a little twirl upwards with pride.

“Why don’t you use that?”

“Eh…” He careened to one side. “This was the first body I got when I upgraded out of the home system. I’m pretty attached to it.”

“Not for that!” You threw an arm out before giving into a minor pause. “Though that is sweet.” Taking a few side steps you gestured dramatically to the boxes. “I meant for this!”

“Oh!” He beamed. “You got this!”

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.!”

He buzzed away as if you might hit him with the spoon for real. “It’s funny, admit it!”

You groaned loudly as the timer went off. “It’s a little funny.”

He snickered behind you.

Grabbing some oven mitts, you pulled out the muffins and daintily tapped one to check its doneness.

“For real though, I’m faster like this. Stack me up with boxes and watch me go.”

“But I’m not moving the boxes until tomorrow.” Removing the mitts, you gave him a dry look.

He looked sheepish and chuckled awkwardly.

“A second pair of hands to put stuff in boxes was the deal today…” You turned to him and folded your arms.

He looked away, nervously.

You couldn’t be mad at him and a hopeless smile broke out on your face. “Don’t worry, Shelly. I’m not upset. It’s just ridiculous, ya know?”

“Shelly?” He turned back with open curiosity.

“I like having you here and between the talking and tunes it’s been fun-wha?” You bobbed from where you were still talking. “Oh… no good? I should have asked-”

“No.” He seemed genuinely caught off guard. “It’s… I’ve never… Hm.”

You had a sinking feeling. “How many people besides me and Donnie have you talked to?”

“No one.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bobbed with each syllable.

That wasn’t right.

Someone was lying.

You mimicked him. “But then-”

“Ah…” He turned slightly as if he had forgotten. “You’re wonderin’ about the purple dragons.”

“The… what?”

“The girl… That Donnie…”He made a ‘you know’ gesture with a rotor. “And the other two. That was the name of their group.”

You could finish that first sentence.

The girl that Donnie killed.

You sank back against the counter.

“I don’t know if it really counts because it wasn’t real… In my younger days I did the classic running away thing and they happened to find me. They tried to manipulate me and Donnie…”

“Yeah.” You interrupted.

“Yeah.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. nodded, giving you a break from the retelling.

Silence stretched between you two as you gathered yourself.

“Did you…?” You shifted, unable to look him in the eye. “Did you ever… want to go back?”

For a moment the air was heavy with the mechanism that kept the bot afloat. “It was a lot like choosing between two losing sides.”

You finally turned and found he was staring right at you. “Are you okay?”

“Now? Absolutely.” He buzzed over to the muffins, but you could sense it was a distraction. “They turned out good!”

“Are you lonely?” You weren’t sure why you couldn’t let him drop it.

He’d let you.

He flew a little too close to the still hot pan and retracted as if it burned his curious finger. “Not anymore. I know it sounded bad, but I took the speaking thing literally. I have a whole online thing going on!” He perked up like he was flashing you a bright grin. “Catfishing kinda!”

An odd laugh got out of you. “You’re tricking people into dating you online?”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. flew up in a show of what you identified as embarrassment. “Okay, not like that! Just the tricking them part!”

You hummed with a note of worry.

“Stop!!!” He belted so loud you winced. “Pity sucks! I hate it! I’m not tragic! I’m just chilling!!”

You rubbed your arm. “I didn’t mean-”

“Look!” A dozen holographic screens appeared in your face. In all of them was what you could only describe as a human version of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. He was in all manner of activities from having a beer to playing hockey.

You reached up on reflex and found the screens moved under hand. As soon as you made contact with them, you couldn’t help but notice that a tiny numerical code ‘143’ appeared at the top of each window. Stowing that for later, you focused on what was being presented. “It doesn’t look like you don’t have multiple accounts. Just the one…”

“Yeah, for when I’m craving some interaction.”

A few screens shuffled until he found one with a feed. It then automatically rolled back.

“See! I haven’t posted in 3 weeks to this one!”

“I’m hung up on the human-sona thing.” You laughed and looked through the faint opacity of the screen toward the bot.

“Pretty great right!” All but one screen flickered away and he put his smiling face right beside one that was nearly identical but human. “I ran a ton of algorithms on Don’s DNA to see what he’d look like as a human and then made up some parentage to get me here.”

Your mouth popped open, but you quickly snapped it shut.

Donnie as a human?

Even without a frame of reference, that felt wrong.

That wasn’t him.

It couldn’t be.

At least partly.

“Good job.” You forced out.

“You’re still feeling weird about me being ‘lonely.’” If he had fingers you saw he would have given air quotes.

“I’m sorry, S.H.E.L.L.D.-”

“Shelly.”

You perked up a little and tipped your head in question.

“’I’m sorry,’ Shelly.” He corrected with a beam so bright it almost acted like it extinguished the last screen that went away in time.

“Shelly.” You reached your hands up and he plopped what was approximately his chin down into them. “You like it?”

“Yup. In fact I won’t answer to anything else. Oh and boom, I’ve legally changed my name! How about that?!” You imagined he was sticking his tongue out and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Alright, alright!” You released him and went to pick a muffin up from the tin. “I’m trusting you though.”

“Totally!” He hovered close and you thought for only a moment before placing the muffin on his head.

“Hell yeah!” He did a lap around the apartment complete with aerial tricks all while keeping the treat from falling off.

You had picked another out and took a bite while you watched.

“I wore glittery eye shadow on purpose.” Your roommate proclaimed proudly from where she still had a death grip on your arms.

You nodded a little too furiously. “I know.”

“Because it gets in my eyes.” Her voice cracked.

“It does.” Yours did something similar.

“Like that time-”

“In that dump bathroom-”

“With all the stupid stickers-”

“They were so fake!” You couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled her back into your arms.

“Damnit, Y/N!” She croaked before giving into another bout of sobs.

Nearby Donnie pretended to toil even though he’d already moved all the dummy boxes. There was a moving truck for appearances only as all your belongings were probably already at your new apartment via S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. Neither boy cared, but you’d asked for the reveal of Donnie’s tech to be pushed off. Coral was already perceptive enough on her own and you had a feeling if she saw the kind of tools Donnie could actually create then she’d make a near instant leap to his villain persona, as muddled as whatever the name for that was.

“No more!” Your roommate gagged away and you glimpsed how her makeup ran harsh black lines down her face.

“Let go then!” You sniffled.

“I’m not holding you.” She threw her hands up as if it wasn’t a blatant lie and turned her tear streaked face to Donnie. “You.”

Donnie was ready and you caught the last moment of him slipping on his icy exterior. “Yes?”

She stalked right up to him and fisted the front of his high necked athletic top.

He merely glanced down at her hand before he allowed her to yank him to her eye level.

“You listen here, you Gumby fuck.”

You slapped your hands over your mouth as tears flowed on, though now out of comedy.

“I don’t know what that is.” Donnie clipped back.

“Shut it!” She barked. “You are going to take not good care, not great care, but the best fucking care of Y/N. I’m talkin’ the best this wretched world has to offer. Understand?”

He kept the bitter edge for a long moment before he dropped it with what was nearly a smile. “I understand.”

Not expecting him to be so compliant, your roommate stumbled verbally. “That’s-uh-good! Good then!”

Donnie gave a single nod.

“No comeback…?” She dropped her hardened persona for a rare moment of vulnerability.

“No. You mean a lot to each other. Your protection is understandable. I will not do anything else to jeopardize our relationship.” He shot you a single flick of his gaze. “Rest assured Y/N will be pampered beyond recognition.”

“Anything else…” Her eyes narrowed.

“I’ve made mistakes.”

“How bad?”

“Of my own idiocy underestimating Y/N.”

“It’s different now?”

“Not completely. There’s hope as I am openly acknowledging my deficits.”

You squirmed a little, turning the hands around your mouth up to wipe some excess tears away. That fell in line with the scant information you’d shared with her.

“Put a ring on it.” The phrase shot out of her.

You poked yourself in the eye and spun away to nurse it.

“Obviously I’ll take ‘em back otherwise, but I’m just saying: don’t be stupid.”

Rubbing furiously, you tried to recover, but blinking off bleary fog kept you from seeing whatever Donnie’s response was. “W-wait!”

Your soon to be ex-roommate stepped into your field of vision before you could do anything else. “Remember what we talked about last night?”

You could only nod even though you almost wanted to shove her out of the way in an attempt to rewind time. During the final stages of packing, in the early morning darkness, several hours ago, she had run the gambit on every worst case scenario. She reassured you in how she’d always be there for you and vowed to find out the mutant’s weakness. You’d laughed then knowing full well she was dead serious. It had felt very much like you were an ancient bride who was being married off to a far away kingdom, never to be seen again. “I remember.”

“Last one, no more tears.” Her posture snapped upright and you mirrored her. You both then stepped forward and gave the stiffest hug imaginable. “Two housewarming presents. You gotta find ‘em but when you do you’ll know.” She left you with a whisper in your ear.

Already knowing one was the accursed astronaut, you could only wonder where she’d put the damn thing. Otherwise, you had a feeling her other gift was authentic. “Thank you. For everything and, because this is so dramatic, just a reminder: we literally have plans to see each other next week.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She dismissed you and turned to Donnie. “Get the door, I’m chasing you both out. It’s my casa now. I’m stripping naked and rolling over everything the second you leave.”

“You’ll never get the deposit back.” You barely got out the phrase before she swiped at you.

Donnie opened the door and you raced out with her screaming in tow.

“Take that back, dammit! I’m a goddess! My skin will leave the place cleaner than you ever did!”

“After all the cleaning I did!” You were caught at the elevator and slammed the button repeatedly as if that would speed it up.

She caught up and pretended she was going to body slam you before abruptly stopping short. “Think about the fact that you had to!”

Donnie approached as the elevator’s doors opened. The two humans around him continued to bicker all the way down to the ground floor and out on the street. A quiet then took hold that he was forced to break. “I’d say it was a pleasure, but…”

Coral snorted. “Likewise.”

You watched the two exchange something visually before Donnie turned heel to get into the truck. Coral stared after him before putting her hands on her hips.

“You gonna be okay?” You wrung your hands in spite of yourself.

“Yeah.” Her shields dropped for the second time in the last hour and it was more than you’d ever seen from her in all six years. “I’ve got time to work things out. I mean, you paid your half to the end of the lease. Which, by the way, I’m gonna get you back for.”

“Someone won’t let me pay rent.” You huffed. “I wasn’t gonna leave the whole thing on you for a sudden decision.”

“Not really that sudden, was it?” She had a faraway look.

“Not really, no…” You turned as if you could see what she could.

“Milk him for all he’s worth.” A lopsided smirk turned up her face. “I’ve got an opportunity brewing.”

“Yeah?” Your own smile quirked seeing her usual spunky attitude return.

“I’m thinking of doubling up! I’ve got your rent so I can turn a profit with a new roommate. I’ve got just the one: gonna bully Nels into rooming with me. His lease is up next month and I could totally sabotage him going anywhere else.”

“You’ll kill each other.” You balked. “Well… You’ll kill him.”

“Won’t it be grand!” She cheered, normalcy fully returned, she slung an arm around your shoulders to turn you towards the truck. “Now get going before I change my mind and let him live.”

“I’ll text you.”

“Move on already.” She jeered.

You gave her one last hug in earnest before jogging over to the passenger side.

Staring at the myriad of boxes stacked around the front door, you contemplated how your life’s existence added up to only this. It wasn’t too much as you’d either pawned off or sold the furniture which held no particular value, emotional or otherwise. You lived a life more in trinkets and that was fine by you. Things that you could hold in your hand meant a little bit more.

Donnie moved around where you were stuck ruminating and picked the first box closest to him. You side-eyed him for being able to tackle the task so easily. He moved to deposit his selection in the kitchen before he spoke. “Late, but if I may ask. Why six?”

“B.E.D.F.A.S.T.,” was your quick response.

He gave you a dry look as he threw his weight onto one hip.

You gleamed a smile back. “And I want to meet the pumpkin lady.”

“You’ll change your mind.” Donnie returned on the far side of a stack and grabbed the next box.

“I don’t know. She sounds cute!” You called after before frowning. You were probably overthinking it, but grabbing whatever was accessible still didn’t feel quite right.

“An ancient creature that will entrap you with tale of produce.” Donnie spoke from the bedroom and you heard a box get set on the floor.

You pouted and thought for a moment. Instead of deciding based on the contents, you decided to go for one that allowed you to chase your partner. Finding the second box down was clearly marked ‘bedroom,’ you removed the top box to then grab that one. “What’s the plan today? After this.”

Donnie strode back in just as you hefted the container up.

He took a wide berth, arching towards the kitchen. Staring openly, you pinned an assumption that he’d been so dramatic as a means to give you the space necessary for transport.

“Distribute.” He arrived on the other side of the dwindling stack. “Disperse.” He bent a right angle at the hips to pick the next up. “Breakdown.” He rose up and returned to his original position with the box in tow.

Picturing his poses like those out of some kind of manual, you curtailed a smile. “Sounds good.”

Giving you a tight nod, he rounded the same path away.

Having glimpsed his selection, you knew he was headed for the bathroom and trailed after. He’d just entered said space when you strode into the bedroom and stacked your box on top of the other that contained clothes. “Pizza later?”

He hummed an agreement and you saw him set the box atop of the closed toilet lid. He then methodically walked right out of the bathroom and hugged the wall as if he was sneaking back into the living room.

“Hey, Don…?” You followed far enough that you stopped right in the middle of the partition.

“Yes?” He rose up and jarred slightly at the sight of you.

You were blocking his path.

He wasn’t giving you space.

He was going out of his way for something else.

“You’re avoiding me.”

He simply stared before turning away.

“You literally have nowhere to go.”

You heard the tap of his foot before he returned with an irritated air.

“Are you okay?” You folded your arms.

He looked down at the box he was holding.

He really seemed to be struggling so you gave him some space and instead heaved a small, accepting sigh. “Want me to guess?”

He gave a nod directed downward.

“Invading your space?”

He shook his head.

That made sense.

You had been doing that for many months now.

“Don’t tell me it’s the one apartment thing?” Tightening your grip on your arms, you tilted your head.

“While I still don’t agree with the decision… No.” He gave you a flat look.

“Something you can’t explain…?” Wanting to lean and think, you sidestepped to press against the partition.

It created just the opening Donnie was looking for as he nearly scrambled to make it through and deliver the package.

You watched him with half a smile. “Have you ever lived with anyone before?”

Donnie slowed where he was coming up from setting down the box. “… No.”

“Not S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.”

He gave a quick nod.

“You’re nervous.” You snapped your fingers.

“Hardly.” He sneered ever so slightly.

“Good point, you were so cute that night in the car!” Swinging side to side from where your back was anchored to the wall, you mused dreamily.

Donnie pressed shoulder to your closet.

It was a new piece of furniture.

You hadn’t missed it when you’d first entered.

You needed to remember to thank him for it.

“It’s still someone in your space.”

He thought openly.

“It’s an exciting thought; being together all the time, but then we… well you, jumped right into planning. You spent the next few weeks in that distracted head space and, I bet, the reality of this has been crashing down since we drove the truck over this morning, hm?”

Donnie wasn’t even seem surprised by your summation. He simply gave a look that said you nailed it which turned up half of his lips.

“Wanna recount the ground rules?” You unfolded your arms and let them hang comfortably by your sides.

“Respect each other’s space.” He began, taking a single step.

“Don’t assume anything.” You mirrored him.

“Scheduled parallel play.” In what felt like a stage being set, you passed the spotlight coming through the curtains and imagined a main dance sequence building.

“Communication.”

“Split chores.”

“Give and get.”

You reached each other.

“Meal planning.”

You took lead.

It was one hand in his and another at his waist.

“Dinner rotation.”

He followed your gentle sway.

“Don’t become each other’s worlds.”

You picked up the two-step just a tad to dance in a circle.

“The golden rule.”

Resisting, but stopping as there was no more rules. You got swept up in each other’s eyes. In perfect time, you both leaned in and me with a kiss in the middle.

He came away with tender calm.

“How do you feel?”

“Better.”

“We’re going to be okay.”

“That was not a concern.” He pressed another kiss to your hairline before separating from you with a lingering hand hold.

You watched him for a moment until you realized he had left with purpose.

“Kitchen first.” He noted for you, heading there.

“Yup!” You trailed after. As you closed in, you heard the tail end of him muttering something to himself.

“-far better than some video clip.”

You smiled and bumped him lightly.

It didn’t need to take long considering the amount of stuff, but you spent the next few hours putting things away. In a procrastinator’s sense, you took time as each item came out of the box and shared little details if there were any. Donnie replied with either rapt attention or short questions of his own. Your heart flowed for his interest and, as he caught on to your reaction, he doubled down on the effort until you had to hurry the process along for fear delivery places would close. It was predictably late when the pizzas did arrive and you both collapsed on the couch, simply hanging out on your respective ends.

Donnie tried to make a note about a dining room table, but you vetoed it as there wasn’t enough space. Thinking it over, you asked him where he normally ate. He explained it was either standing in the kitchen or out of the apartment completely. You stared at him, but the images totally tracked so you relented with a laugh into a bite. The cheese pull was untenable and you complained with a full mouth as it stretched to the end of your arm. Donnie shook his head and started to get up to help when it snapped just as he got to his feet. He gave you a look as if you’d done it on purpose and you choked on laughter while trying not to stain the couch your very first night living there.

With Donnie’s help, you devoured two whole pizzas and went to wash off the grease. Your boyfriend followed and, in a comfortable tandem, you moved around each other with a grace that stunned you a little. You’d been partially cohabitating for a while, but the latent jitters of it being official almost made you forget the time logged. You were essentially picking up where you already started and it made you feel all the more mushy when you got your pajamas on. You reached the bed before Donnie and watched him with your chin to your knees. He gave you a single glance that morphed into an eye roll as he strolled out clean from the shower.

You buried your lips keep anything from leaking out as his nude form crossed the foot of the bed in what you assumed was a trip to the dresser.

Instead, he bypassed it and headed to his side of the bed.

“Really? That’s it?”

He made a questioning noise that held little interest. “I don’t have to sleep with the wraps on; venous and lymphatic systems don’t function against gravity. The flow will remain unaffected. It often depends on my temperament or pain level. Tonight I’d like to be unencumbered.”

Derailed from your actual interest, you grinned as your thoughts traveled elsewhere. “Big plans?”

“Not inherently.” He gave you a hopeless look before adjusting his pillow.

“So cold.” You teased before settling back into watching him set up his space.

“You’ve seen this before.”

“New light.” You responded quickly.

He had the smallest smile as he laid down, facing you.

“Think we’ll sleep in tomorrow?” You flopped onto your side to meet his gaze.

“I wonder if you’ll sleep now.” He pinched at the sheet that covered him, but ran under you as a signal.

You ignored it and rolled over to get out of bed. “Yeah, well-!”

Donnie stayed and you peeked back at him. His lids weren’t necessarily heavy, but comfortably lulled as he watched with mild curiosity.

“You’re tired.”

“I am.”

“Then I’m gonna pace off this energy; will that bother you?” The flighty feeling begged you to move.

“No, though I will most likely stay awake because of it.”

“Why’s that?” You walked a single circular path on your side of the room before entering the bathroom.

“Watchful eye, latent fear response.”

“Not having a safe place to sleep…” You trailed off, picking up his mask that was set aside on the counter there.

You heard a faint hum as you thumbed the fabric. Putting it back, you wandered out and grabbed a different pair of socks from the dresser. Thinking they might soften your padding, you headed into the living room to put them on. Your other pair fell away as you moved around the apartment and observed your embellishments. You’d hung a few little pieces of art on the walls and your rice cooker sat on the counter as there hadn’t been a good spot for it. Over by the door, the little astronaut stood in taped attention under its new guard assignment. Back in the bedroom, your side table was decked out exactly how it had been at your old apartment. Though the doors were pulled closed, you could sense your clothes in the closet and, in making another wide curve, you looked over the dresser drawers in a similar way.

Committing each detail of the space to deeper memory, you made several more laps in increasing quiet. There was a settling nature to the night’s hold. Even in the kitchen, where you got yourself a glass of water, you found the whole process soundless minus the pouring itself. The noise of the liquid had an oddly clean quality that you sipped down before abandoning the glass. Restless but feeling the precipice of its end, you perched on the arm of the couch and stared into the dark of the television. You smiled towards it even though there was no reflection and felt the homey quality of the room seep into your skin.

It was there, stuck and absorbing that feeling, that you lost track of time. Zoning out and ruminating on the emotional drain from the morning, you didn’t hear Donnie approach. When he grazed your arm, you were so out of it you didn’t jump. Instead, you turned towards him in a gentle manner as if you’d been aware of him the whole time. You smiled up at him, faraway, and in the dark you could see his brow ridge wrinkled.

“Are you alright?” He asked, but you didn’t see his lips move as your eyes were trained on that crease.

You hummed an affirmation and felt him run up your arm until his hand enveloped your shoulder. There you put your head on top of his appendage.

Time ticked by without a clock.

He made a confirming sound for whatever he’d been waiting on and started to slip away.

Knowing he was about to leave you be, you turned slightly as he moved. “I’ll head to bed.”

He slowed. “Not necessary.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. I’m ready.”

He nodded and something seemed to catch his eye. You were slow in tracking his gaze as he was already in motion. Reaching out to the couch cushion, he got hold of one discarded sock.

“Oh those…”

“Where’s the other?” He wondered, head turning where he clearly didn’t see it.

“Mighta fallen under the couch?” You mused, thinking of the softened edges of your voice.

He gave an understanding grunt as one of his knees stabilized on the sofa. The other bent sturdy on the ground and his body tipped to look under the piece of furniture.

Staring at what was essentially his butt, you mourned the dark where it cloaked his shell.

Obviously not finding it visually, his body twisted further away as he swiped an arm underneath the couch.

Ready to tell him anything from you’ll turn the lights on to it’ll be found in the morning, your brain functions halted as his tail raised. It was a move that mirrored a cat’s attention and your thoughts piled up as you knew what lay underneath. In a stupor, you saw your hand swim in the bottom of your vision. Imaging a first person video game, someone else had the control as the appendage’s fingertips brushed the tip of his tail. A visible jolt ran through him and he locked an elbow into the couch to throw a sharp look over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

A shrug came from your shoulders and you felt disconnected from your body.

He took notice and gave a tut before returning to the task at hand.

Confused as to why he’d done so for a multitude of reasons, you got a strange sense that confirmation was the main one. This time you moved your hand and caressed the triangle tip. It twitched away from you and you watched it go. Pursing with curled fingers and a turn of your hand, you traced along where his tail flared. Donnie’s hips raised ever so slightly and you made a stroking motion, mesmerized. Testing how much you could get your hand around, you were just able to touch your thumb to your forefinger just past the middle. It continued to thicken from there and you pumped it unconsciously, relishing the feel of his tender flesh.

Upper half sinking down like a weighted pendulum, you turned towards where Donnie was presenting himself. His tail sat like a flag, high and fluttering away from your touch every so often with rhythmic flicks. Feeling a little like playing with a toy, you skimmed its length until you got a little too close to the base. There, you bumped his slit and felt the shiver that ran all the way through his body until his tail seemed to wick the end of it away.

The question on your lips didn’t manifest.

Sensing a phantom moisture, your fingers chanced going to him again, this time with purpose. There was indeed a faint slick there, but only when prodded. Running a digit, slow, around the edge of his slit, you watched the muscles in his legs flex. Thinking only how beautiful he was, you pressed into him. He inhaled sharply as whatever fluid that leaked was nothing compared to what had built up internally. Through the soak, you pushed further where the faint light of the room reflected honey’s drip.

Moving on pure instinct, your other hand came in and held his tail higher. You craned over him from your couch perch, hovered all the closer as you committed to a shallow pump. You heard a soft thump that you identified as his head hitting the ground because his ass rose further to meet you. Entranced, you continued to finger him until nothing coaxed you to stop. Your hand simply retracted and you marveled at how a string of his dew clung to the two digits that had been within him. The muscles in his legs contracted in a needy bob and you heard your voice give a soothing shush as you slipped back into him, adding another digit.

He was soon panting and you were suddenly stuck by how difficult this must be for him. You had encroached on his space regardless of whether it was now also yours. You’d spent the day changing it to suit you thusly. You’d disrupted his sleep, even after he had chanced it unbarred. You’d even forced him to come after you.

Despite all that, he’d still stooped over in the ultimate show of vulnerability.

None of it seemed real.

At the same time, it was exactly the sort of response he’d give. He was a man of action through and through. From the moment he thought he was about to lose you at the hotel’s lounge, you knew there were things that couldn’t be easily repaired. His many omissions had piled on and, even though you’d forgiven him, those scars still existed. You both knew they couldn’t be mended with more words. It left him like this now, in a small effort, the first you sensed of many, where he allowed himself to be exposed. You had access to the most sensitive parts of him in a show of how much he trusted you.

Heart filling to the point where the excess love attempted to flood out your tear ducts, you bit down on your lip. Even if he was giving himself to you, there was an inherent fragility to the moment. You knew if you questioned his wellbeing or even moved out of turn then the spell would be broken. He’d be forced to disengage whether he wanted to or not. The demonstration would have been enough to get his point across. Reality would be a viscous cold bucket of water and the sobering would send you away. Despite his efforts, he was still far too raw. Not taking any chances, you sped up slightly and went a little deeper.

If he was going to put himself into your hands, then you were going to show him how worth it that could be.

With him gasping and clawing at the cushion with the one arm that had a hold, you grazed the tip of his cock. He whined at the sensation and you drew your fingers around his head in a gentle coaxing. His legs coiled and, in a bob of his ass, you noticed the faint criss cross lines that you connected to Raph’s weapons on the thick of his thighs. Ignoring them, you cupped the hand inside him so your palm was pressing up against his tail. Your fingers then dripped inside of him until you were nearly encircling his cock. A deep heady noise came from your partner.

“I’ve got you.” Your voice whispered into the darkness.

He dropped and you caught him. Using the move as cover, you poured over him and turned away from his shell to respect his privacy. He shook underneath you and you released his tail with your free hand. Wrapping it around his body to hold him steady, you stroked him with confident precision. Little stunted noises exited him and his own slick made for a squelching glide that filled the room. Speeding up, you felt his bulb thicken and you palmed it in a heavy pet. You then headed for his tip where it was flaring and then back until he came with a withered cry that was very much unlike anything you had heard.

Stilling, you let your hand move with him as he rocked uselessly. Semen hit the floor with a near silent splat and you held onto him as he came down.

More comforting hums vibrated off your lips as cognizance returned to him. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

A single chuckle bobbed within him and, on wobbly arms, he shoved himself upright with a squat on the floor.

“You did so good.” You cooed without an ounce of ridicule. “Thank you.”

He sank back as if he might fall and you made sure your chest was there to catch him. His shell bit into your breasts through your shirt, but you paid it no mind as his head lolled back to glimpse you.

There was love there and you pecked the side of his temple. “Thank you, Donnie.”

He hummed something that sounded like words under his breath before bumping his snout to your chin.

“Bed?”

Even stupefied, you saw his hesitation.

“You bed.” You clarified. “I’ll clean up.”

He was hung up on something else so you gave him a little reassuring squeeze. He relented with the faintest nod and let you lead him back to bed where he promptly fell asleep. You wondered there that if he ever got a hold of the footage, he’d be upset over the smile he’d missed.

As always biggest props to my betas: @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83 !

#weakspotfic #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #donatello hamato #donnie x reader #rise donnie #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #me #fanfiction #my fanfiction

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jonesmith analysis ep 1-15 (part 1)

this is going to be long and silly✌️

nothing gay in episode 1 so im starting with monkee see monkee die

FIRST in the scene where they disguise themselves to hide from the lawyer Mike dresses as an old man and Davy dresses as an old woman = old married couple. hmm lovely sweet old married couple.

NEXT. Davy constantly hiding behind the guys and holding onto them because he is scared. in my humble opinion it is simply cutest when he's grabbing onto Mike. This scene where he's like nooo dont leave me behind Mike and rushes after him. 10/10 adorable.

constant grip on him, WHICH LEADS ME TO THIS

holding onto Mike while going to bed, and Mike's reassuring hand pat to let Davy know everything is okay. Davy was going to hold onto him all night snuggled up on his shoulder.

this is the ep that made me 👀 towards them so if people dont see it even a teeny tiny bit that baffles me.

ep 3 has this lovely little boob touch moment:

I would too Mike. cross dressing Davy is too beautiful to resist

ep 4 they are extremely determined to rip each others clothes off. even when Micky and Peter give up and rip their own clothes off Mike and Davy have a GRIP on each other.

ep 5 cute little tug on Mike's arm, Mike looking around bc Davy is so tiny his eyes glide right over the top of his head.

"Mike! Mike! Are you okay?" *drops him*

EPISODE 6... I love the way Mike stands up to Davy's grandpa in this one and tells him he only wants him back because he's lonely and misses him. idk its so cute, all the guys are looking out for Davy but Mike is the one that confronts his grandpa about it. And then the scene on the deck where they're all crying because Davy is leaving Mike is like nah we're not letting him go so easily.

I am also deeply obsessed with the grip Mike and Micky have on Davy when they pull him over to their side. that little english lad is theirs. also Mike is definitely feeling up his muscles.

also this, which isnt in showverse but i want to include it bc its so cute. Mike just sits there awkwardly... yea

ep 7 😏 rests elbow on shoulder and limps wrist.

Mike pulling a Fred & Daphne with his "lets split up Davy and I will go this way" did you want to spend alone time with him Mike? perhaps you wanted a bit of privacy hmm?

their cowboy gunslinger roleplay scene.

ep 8 sleeping with his head resting in Davy's lap what is cuter than that.

Micky doing one of his silly voice bits and Mike being like hey he's nervous. Then whatever this was where Mike grabbed his face

ep 9 they go through a whole scheme to get this girl that Davy likes to come to their party and then he spends half the party standing by the punch bowl giggling with Mike. Also whatever they're doing here during the song segment. cutesy

ep 10 (the pilot) some serious longing looks from Mike here + lifting Davy up (in his gay little mime outfit no less)

ep 11 theres literally a shootout happening and they are under the table competitively playing tic-tac-toe

ep 12 the framing of this scene... the way Davy shuts the door after he enters. KISS HIM GIRL

ep 13 this scene where hes leaning in for a kiss. yes thats whats happening trust me.

ep 15 too many girls... FIRST of all I think Mike making Davy swear off dating girls is an extremely homosexual act "im gonna hold you to that" okayyy. SECONDLY Micky and Peter both say they're jealous of Davy always getting girls but Mike doesnt... bc hes more jealous of the girls hmm 🤔🏳️‍🌈 also "trapped by his staggering good looks" so you think hes attractive. checkmate.

points at you aggressively

#do you see the vision #this is an open discussion btw!!!#any of the pics i pulled from sunshine factory i sourced in the image description!#will be continued soon ✌️❤️#jonesmith #davy jones #mike nesmith #64monkees #64post #js analysis

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millenari · 8 months

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What are your mixed feelings about the macavtiy interlude?

im so glad u asked :)

I think it could've been cool with the right execution. With Cats Macavity is kind of haunting the narrative up until the point that he shows up; Demeter mistakes every loud noise that occurs through the whole show as him, and the Macavity Scares serve the function of deliberately building up to his appearance as well as establishing that the whole tribe -and especially Demeter- are terrified of him. I'm not opposed to an interlude that tries to drive this point home even more so than the musical already does.

(Note that I've only seen this bit in the bway revival; the wiki says it's been in other different productions so who knows if it comes off differently in those)

But as is it's kind of... sloppy. The music doesn't really sound like anything else in Cats, the lyrics come straight from Macavity's song but it doesn't sound or feel like his song. The speak-singing thing the girls do sounds weird on top of that; the cast shouldn't be speaking in Cats. It sounds weird.

(In the May 2002 boot (and looking at the wiki, in London productions around that time?) there are spoken lines. Munkustrap has a couple, so does Deuteronomy and Macavity. They happen between the songs and imo it sounds janky as fuck. Cats is supposed to be p‌sychedelic and abstract; having the characters just speak normally kind of, uh... kills the vibe. It's like if a mime went through a whole complicated silent routine, wiped off his brow, and then went 'well shit that was hard! Want to go grab a beer?' It's jarring and kind of ruins the suspension of belief (as much as we believe mimes can't talk and people in leotards and wigs are actual cats) but tldr them speaking is janky as hell and I don't like it.)

I don't mind the sort-of dance-thing they do-- a lot of modern changes to Gillian's Lynne's choreography, imo, kind of fails to capture that elegant-cat-vibe the way she did, but that short bit did kind of feel a little s‌ensual and catlike? Maybe that's just me.

Maybe it would've been cooler with music that sounded more like Macavity's number and maybe it would be better if the lyrics were sung more than spoke. But. Uh. Regardless the Implications that bit has are kind of. Something.

1.) Maybe this is just my interpretation and I'm crazy but I feel pretty certain that up until the point Macavity actually shows his face Demeter is in a 'boy who cried wolf' situation. It feels like the Macavity scares are taken less seriously as the play goes on, and Demeter keeps looking like a crazy person when she keeps calling him out-- that's why everyone looks at her like she's insane when she starts freaking out during the Deuteronomy return. Nobody pays much attention to her because she's been losing her mind about seeing Macavity in shadows this whole time and the one time he actually showed up she didn't see him coming. So when she attacks Deuteronomy and Macavity reveals himself it's kind of a gratifying moment for her. 'I was right, you all were wrong, he was here, we were in danger'. If Macavity --as early as Old Deut's song-- is making his presence plainly known, that element is lost which is a shame to me.

2.) On that thought, Macavity making his presence plainly known and then everyone gathering together for the Jellicle Ball right after looks fucking stupid. Your local EVIL DOER just MIND CONTROLLED half of your tribe without even showing his face and thirty seconds later it's 'come on out everyone lets do a silly dance together :)' like what. There's no suspense about whether he's there or not. HE'S THERE, and YALL ARE SHAKING A‌SS AND SHIT INSTEAD OF DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT. WHY.

3.) It's mind control. Only the female characters are affected. There's a whole load of yikes there to unpack.

3a.) I assume the mind control thing is, at least to some degree, a s‌exual thing. One, this is Cats. Two, this is every female character in the whole cast and none of the males. There's a bit in the Macavity fight where you can see both Jerrie and Cori watch their respective twins get pulled in by Macavity: if individual strength of personality/mental hardiness is an aspect, its not a big one. (And if it is a big one: that's sexist. boo.)

Honestly even if it's not supposed to be a s‌exual thing it kind of very clearly is. The lines they sing: 'He's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity / he hypnotizes with his eyes, his head sways like a snake'. It's not even an exact quote from the song. The bit about 'hypnotizing' isn't even in the song!

And even the part that is -when Bomba and Demeter sing it- is clearly supposed to be s‌exual. Which brings me to,

3b.) When Bomba and Demeter, two characters who claim to know Macavity personally (and who almost seem to compete over who knew him more) sing his song, they deliver the lines 'he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity' in a way that's clearly meant to be s‌exual.

And like... also a good thing on top of that. 'He's a monster of depravity' clearly means 'he's a freak in bed', you can tell by how they say it. Gillian Lynne talked about Demeter and Macavity's relationship by saying '[Demeter thought] he was wonderful when he made love to [her], but [she] hated him'. And this translates to the audience by how they deliver the lines, as most things in Cats go. Bomba smiles when she delivers that line in 98!

But when the girls in the interlude deliver that same exact line, they sound terrified and the music is haunting. That changes the implication. A lot. Especially when it's followed directly by 'he hypnotizes with his eyes', a line that's not even in the damn song. They wrote that line to put it there.

Everything about that, to me, says that all those girls have personal experience with him. (Not to mention how when Demeter calls Macavity out after Bustopher's number, several of the female characters cry out afterwards, like they're all panicking. Again, as if they have personal experience with him... that left them terrified.)

Which.

3c.) if Demeter and Bomba aren't the only ones who knew Macavity carnally why are they singing his song? Why do they stand out? Why is Demeter's story special in any way?

4.) If all the female characters have known Macavity carnally then WHAT THE FUCK.

4a.) Don't get me wrong, I'm not defending Macavity here or anything, there were clearly SA elements in Demeter's story regardless of the interlude's existence. But all of those girls talking about how 'depraved' he is at the same time talking about his ability to 'hypnotize' at the same time they're all terrified and some horror movie music shit is playing in the background... there's a pretty serious implication at hand there! Were they all assaulted by this man? Are they all afraid they'll be assaulted by this man?

4b.) Either way, it's an extremely dark implication about this little universe that comes out of nowhere and then is never picked up again. Especially with how the Jellicle Ball picks up right afterwards! 'yes, yes, your mind and body were terribly violated, but how about you all just come back out and dance a silly dance with the rest of us!' WHAT.

4c.) Even if that wasn't the intent (and to be honest I don't think it was) that's definitely the implication to my eyes, and I feel like most women would be coming to a similar conclusion? It just feels like one of those things that a Man™ slapped in there without thinking of the implication And Then Just never Asking Any Woman Ever about it.

So... yeah I have a lot of feelings about it. I... think it could be cool, with better execution? I love Macavity's mind control powers; I think it's such an on-point ability for him to have, since he was assumedly cast out as one of the tribe. Mirroring and copying each other is how they demonstrate tgetherness/community/affection/admiration/etc. And Macavity the Outcast uses his powers to force them to mirror him? Delicious 10/10 no notes. Tons of notes on the other stuff tho.

#tw sa mention #cats fan on main #cats the musical

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crmsnmth · 29 days

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September Sky Chapter Three, Part 6

"Cool. Did you go to school for it?" Adam asked leaning closer to me so I could hear them during another three-chord anthem.

"Not at all. Just worked my way up. What about you? You in school?"

"Yea, focusing on political sciences. Another useless degree."

I laughed slightly, "Aren't they all?"

"Just work?" I was wishing the conversation would die out, but it seemed he was determined to make small-talk, the worst kind of talk.

"Yeah. I decided not to go after a piece of paper degree."

"Fair enough.," Adam sad, and took a drink from his beer. He was an alright guy. At least from our small talk. Even so, it's the first time I'd actually talked to a stranger that isn't a clerk in quite some time, other than Addison. And she never felt like a stranger.

The next band had begun setting up. Another three piece with three chords. Just by looking at them, you could easily figure out they were either a hardcore band or some sub-genre of metal. I think they called themselves Fist of Slaughter or something stupid like that. I don't really remember; my eyes were continuing their quick stolen glances at Addison. I knew for sure now that she was doing the same.

I had finished my beer, and figured another one or two would be alright. I tapped Addison on the shoulder, pointed at my drink and pointed at her. Bar signing if she wanted another. She smiled and handed me her empty glass, mouthing the words thank you. I grinned back and headed to the traffic jam of a bar.

It took a few minutes for the bartender to get to me. I didn't blame him. It seemed every single person in that bar was getting a drink between the bands.

"High Life, Vodka-Red Bull." I said to the bartender when he cupped his ear towards me. He nodded and handed me both of them really quickly. Then he was off, on to the next customer. The guy could hustle. I laughed slightly, thinking of how Amber would handle this on her own.

I made my way back to the table Addison had put me at. As much as I disliked having to be social, I wasn't minding this that much. Adam seemed like an alright guy and Lily seems like she could be a serious kind of fun trouble, but in a wholesome heart felt way. Chaotic good, I guess.

And then there was Addison. A girl who officially grabbed my attention and was not letting go in the slightest. She was reeling in her catch, fast and tight. It was strange to me, but I wasn't fighting in any way. I was swimming with the pull. I wasn't running away from any actual idea of being interested in someone again. I wasn't running from the risk that I'll be destroyed again. She was something new. Something right. Something maybe even real. I really had no idea. All I know was that I liked her. Like an instant like. The only other person that had every happened was with Chad when we met in high school. And he's basically my life-partner.

The table had slightly changed. Lily was sitting next to Adam. I hadn't noticed, but they must have been a couple. They were holding hands now, and he kissed her cheek, lovingly. Almost as if they were some old couple that somehow lasted fifty years together.

Addison was sitting next to me. I handed her her drink and sat next to her. We watched the band for a few minutes, which was more than enough to tell you they were nothing special. Just generic hardcore. If I wanted to hear D.R.I or AFI's first album, I'd go listen to that. Still, they had the passion.

After the third 90 second song, Addison tapped my shoulder and mimed smoking a cigarette. I nodded gratefully. I needed a break from this one. Plus, a cigarette didn't seem like that bad of an idea. If anything, it meant I got one on one time with Addison again.

"Well, they kind of suck," I said, sitting down next to her on one of the wooden benches. There were only a few other people outside, and I recognized no faces. I lit my cigarette and held the lighter out to her to light her own.

"Thanks," she said, sitting back against the somewhat dry bench. "Yeah, they're not very good. I mean, at least I know Empty Playground is listenable."

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My VVVIP experience with The Rose (very long):

I did the triple VIP package in Stockholm, Sweden with the boys <3

For the green room tour, they all started with a hug, which was very nice... they're all very short hahaha, but so handsome.

When I first got into the room, Dojoon commented that my top looked like some of the jackets they wear on stage, so I was happy that he noticed that lol (done on purpose!!)

The first thing they asked all of us is if we wanted anything to drink, I asked for a diet coke knowing that Hajoon is a diet coke drinker too, which turned into a conversation with them about how diet coke isn't really sold in that area of Europe cause of the chemicals in it, and how we should probably all.... stop. (I drink like 3-4 a day I have a problem)

They asked why I came all the way from NYC, I mentioned that I had a buttload of unused PTO (which they didn't know what that was, which, honestly... artist problems same reason I didn't use mine, I told them that I finally got a staff graphic artist job (forgot to mention the brand and i wanna kermit cause sammy and their photographer both own a lot of stuff from the brand i work for, and like a ton of other idols lol.... like Eric's whole family is a fan of one of the things I do some art on lol (I should seriously send him one of the toddler outfits I did a bunch on for his nephew lol)), vs the freelance I had been doing for 3 yrs before), asked if I had come to multiple cities or had gone on vacation only, and I told them I was on vacation in Sweden/Denmark.

They don't usually get to tourist when on tour, so mainly just plane/train, hotel, concert venue, maybe one part of the city, which is kinda sad ;_; also it must be so tiring, like Dojoon looked super tired and not the healthiest, so I hope he's okay, he kinda kept his distance from us during parts of the tour and also "brain farted" during Q&A......

But they asked how I got there, mentioned plane ofc, but I made a joke that u could probably take a cruise...?? Hajoon said UBER which made the others all laugh

I kinda froze a bit, it was a loooottt, so Dojoon made a joke that I could just stare at them even and it'd be okay...

I asked them if they were going to ever release the old songs (like photographer, omg, greed, can't let you go) that they used to play on their tours in 2017-19, when I mentioned omg/photographer I told Jae I like his little slap bass solos in them <3 <3 <3 (Jae def still has the most idol'y mannerisms cause he did the classic idol compliment, head turn, heart eyes and hands to chest lol)...

They're planning on releasing them in a special way for broses, and Sammy was thinking some sort of like, scavenger hunt type thing on rosarium. (pls give them to meeeeee <3)

I told them I like those (omg and photographer) the most cause I play a bit of bass guitar, even though it's not my main instrument... and that the VIP package made me want to get out my guitars again,, Sammy asked what it was and if it was guitar, which I was like CLARINET!!!! and Bass Clarinet which is like a super big clarinet that goes up to /here/ *stands and gestures height*.

Sammy and Hajoon both came to the conclusion that it's a "clarinet cello" and "like a cello to a violin" which YES!!!

So when they got the ukulele out to sign, going with the violin joke, Jaehyeong mimed it being like a violin hahaha, and as they went to sign it Sammy kvetched about how sharpies smell lol.

So I was still talking to them about the old tracks, and mentioned I was a predebut fan.... and /used to/ (at least my noggin worked there) run a tumblr page of them, and sammy mentioned he used to be on tumblr and would follow/look into fan accounts, so HELP ME, (now i'm certain they've seen that awful video ;~;) but there's no way that he hasn't seen my acct then and that's big bad energy for my brain now lol.

but for the 4 selfies they first asked who your bias was, and when I said jaehyeong soooo quickly they all made fun of me for how fast it was, but OFC!! bass baby.

Jae and I took the two selfies, plus he almost dropped my phone in the middle, so I have a third really derpy one that wasn't supposed to be taken, and then we had the two with ot4...

Pics:

I wanna know what witchcraft they use to look taller in pics though...

And also... my precious (I have to build my display for it now)

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So after that we went for the stage tour....

I had initially hung by Jae while going on stage (and he helped me up cause their circle part of the stage was a big step up and i was wearing heels and am a klutz)

But I ended up hanging with Sammy and playing Skylar which <3 <3 <3

So two of the girls who were in my group played piano and were hanging with dojoon, and were both super good at piano btw!! <3

When I first put Skylar on I played a little bit of blackbird by the beatles and Dojoon sang alongggg, and then I played the beginning/chorus of back to me like the melody part (IDK I may slip in the audio that I recorded on my watch later, but not sure, I think I may wanna keep those private for me)

But Sammy asked if I wanted to keep playing (so I didn't get a chance on Juicy w/ Jae but that's okay, next year hopefully) and he showed me the chords to b2m and a little bit of the chords for alive.

It's really hard to play on stage, I'm not a guitar family main, and mostly play by tab/ear, so the delay you get from when you pluck/strum the instrument to when you hear it without the IEMs is really confusing.... so now I totally get why when they had that issue with their sound team with their IEMs they kept having such extreme issues cause it's like off by a half second from you playing and hearing it. (I can really only handle that delay on my reeds lol)

Also, rather than having a pedal board where they can change effects during tracks, they actually have them preprogrammed for each song, so they can change distortion type effects based on which song is in the setlist vs what effects they want at the moment. Which is different than when I went on their stage in 2018, cause they had a typical pedal board setup then.

Also when I took off Skylar, I asked Sammy what's with the heavy relic customs (cause he has two now) and he said that he just likes them..... and I sorta joked that in nerd instrument world that's not ok (even though I know someone who played at carnegie with duct tape on her fucking contrabass clarinet) and he said "well guitar can be a nerd instrument too" and like dude u do not know how weird woodwind players are... u do not get it but ily so much

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Q&A/Soundcheck/Concert was... normal, waiting for fancams to upload now

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We had one final group photo with the 5 VVVIPs where they also gave us the signed ukuleles and the posters they were holding backstage for us.

We got to hug them all again and we thanked them for the show.

We technically weren't allowed to give them gifts, but that was the only time we weren't watched as much, so one girl slipped them some black rose pins she ordered thru Dojoon, and I gave the keychains that I drew and had printed/manufactured through Sammy.

Sammy was impressed that I had all them and that the sticker on the back of Brittany is on the back, but when I mentioned I drew them he was like "wait you DREW these" so i'm super happy lol

...and then now i have world's worst post concert depression hahaha

#personal #the rose

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I’m watching ‘Ladybug and Chat Noir: Awakening’ (you can watch a really bad quality bootleg recording on most pirating sites right now), these are my reactions while I’m watching . A lot of the points won’t make sense unless you’ve seen it too I’m sorry 😭

If you don’t want to watch the movie but want a vague idea of the plot, here u go

⚠️NEW MIRACULOUS MOVIE SPOILERS⚠️

- master fu is soo dramatic

- THIS IS A MUSICAL???

- whoever the singer is for marinette sounds so noticeably different to her it is throwing me off

- the character designs are so cute

- brand placement: 1

- Adrien is brooding so hard with his headphones. I bet he’s listening to something emo

- omg gabriel agreste backstory right away

- Luka cameo

- whyd they make plagg a fart monster

- there are more than 4 background character designs this is crazy

- whyd they make gabe kinda fine

- gabes first musical number as hawkmoth is so insanely Dr Facilier

- they made him such a good villain omfg I’m actually rooting for him he’s got the whole ‘a villain who would sacrifice the world to save her’ thing going for him

- oooo they have the mime villain from season 1 (?), and they are actually showing how op his power is. He could create literally anything and he just made a wall and a gun, he couldve done so much more. They did him justice they made him kinda fine too very Danny Bailey from Schmigadoon

- chat noir calling himself a sidekick is my villain origin story

- didn’t know how much I needed an action montage with a rock cover of the miraculous ladybug song until now

- a slither of adrienette in the montage

- brand placement: 2

- I’m an hour in and chat noir hasnt called ladybug milady ONCE

- oh my god they have the play fighting trope where they end up pinning eachother against a wall this is so them

- I don’t think the songs are very movie like, the words are pronounced like radio songs so you can’t really understand what they’re saying a lot of the time without captions (I don’t have captions 💔)

- the romance feels a lil rushed. Because they spent the first half hour almost exclusively on marinette and setting up her character/insecurities/etc and all the romantic development was in a montage. Now there’s a love song and theyre in love and it feels very underdeveloped to be at this stage already

- this song is cute though I can’t make out the majority of the words but in-love ladynoir content has my heart

- no marichat so far . Waiting patiently

- they haven’t set the love square up to its full potential 💔💔

- ok nevermind they kind of have, ladybug rejected chat noir for adrien, she asked adrien out and he rejected her for ladybug. But there has been no ladybug + adrien interactions or chat noir + marinette interactions yet

- omg gabriel adrien angst omg gabe is so much less of a dislikable character, they actually gave him some depth . Adrien is full on yelling at Gabriel and gabe actually looks like he cares about his son

- this bootleg is terrible quality but even with the bad quality the quality is so obviously good

- I’ve gotten used to the marinette singing voice and now I just love it

- this movie is so dramatic with the love songs and songs about insecurities, I feel like it’s that movie ladybug made fun of in the show

- GABE AKUMATISED HIMSELF AND ITS SO COOL THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT WEIRD IPAD VILLAIN HE WAS IN THE SHOW

- adrien just said ‘the less interested you are, the more they run after you 😒’ because ladybug called him for help after she rejected him😭😭😭😭 bro rlly said all girls are the same

- idk if this bootleg is just clipped together but it keeps randomly turning french with no subtitles and it’s confusing me so much. I don’t know french, why must they be in paris

- these boss fights are so well animated

- chat noir is so bitter god damn

- ladynoir angst but it’s actually high stakes im loving this

- LADYBUG SAVE YOUR CAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING

- SHE LET HIM FALL WHAT

- gabe just turned the water they fell in into lava this is crazy

- they just turned french again I have no idea what they’re saying

- MARINETTE / HAWKMOTH SHOWDOWN

- nevermind

- I’m sorry marinette would pick this dialogue to shreds it’s so corny

- GOT THE TINIEST SLITHER OF MARICHAT I AM HAPPY

- YES YES YES GABRIEL FORCED TO FACE THE FACT THAT ADRIEN IS CHAT NOIR

- HES SELF REFLECTING!!! REALISING EVERYTHING HE DID WAS INSANE AND HURT ADRIEN WHEN HE TOLD HIMSELF HE WAS HELPING HIM. THIS IS WHAT THE SEASON 5 FINALE SHOULDVE BEEN

- THIS IS PERFECT

- this is what ppl wanted for the show . adrien being resentful at first, Gabriel hit in the face with his own guilt and mistakes, having a genuine moment of self reflection, adrien forgiving him and gabe changing instead of getting his wish and being remembered as a hero, plus all of paris finding out hawkmoth was Gabriel, etc. I love this

- brand placement: 3

- omg there’s a masquerade ball everyone looks so good

- so marinette knows that adrien is chat noir but he doesn’t know shes ladybug yet ? That better change in the next 2 minutes

- HE KNOWS!

- marinette is so pretty I’m actually so happy with this

- OHHHH NATALIE VILLAIN ARC ????

- oh theyre talking in french again I have no idea what this ending means

FINAL THOUGHTS!

obvs it isn’t canon but I love this adaptation. The superpowers are portrayed as powerful as they actually are, there’s more drama and angst which I needed, the timeline is VERY different to the show. Marinette stands up for herself to chloe the same day that ladybug and chat noir reveal their identities, so it’s like the origins episode of season 1 mixed with one of the various identity reveals from season 4. Also she’s not friends with any of her class other than alya, adrien and nino, so it’s also kind of pre-origins vibes. Idk, it was really good and I can’t wait to watch it in better quality, with captions, and without ads playing every half hour

Also I’m forever thankful that there was no lila rossi storyline

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous awakening #ladybug and chat noir #ladybug and chat noir awakening #miraculous awakening spoiler #mlb awakening #mlb awakening spoilers #ladynoir #marichat #chat noir #ladybug

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"I think it was in '93 that Jeff came to our house for Christmas. My wife, our two young boys, and Jeff. He shows up a couple of hours late in the afternoon wearing a top hat and a fur coat. It was the first appearance of the fur coat; he had just purchased it. I think he had just gotten some money from Sony. He bought a top hat and this fur coat. I think the left sleeve was held together by safety pins. He appeared at our front door. Our sons Nick and Ben were one and three years old at this time. He was leaving later that day to England to visit people, visit some friends. He showed up at our house carrying an open, half-used Christmas basket which he had gotten for a gift from Columbia Records. This was his offering to the Christmas festivities at our house that day. There was a Christmas tree and he put the open basket, with half of the stuff in it eaten, under the Christmas tree, which I thought was really nice. He was sharing his booty. And I thought that was very sweet. That was just a great day, a lot of lying on the floor playing with the kids. He exhibited something that day which I had never seen before. It's late in the afternoon, now the television is on and Warner Brothers' Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies cartoons were on and my three-year-old son was sitting on the couch. All of a sudden Jeff got up and stood next to the television, just to the side of it. He was word-for-word miming these cartoons, and these are some maniacal music and maniacal songs with extremely complicated rhythms to the soundtracks and the pratfalls. He knew every beat and every word. My son Nick, who always spoke very well, he kept looking at Jeff, and looking at the TV and looking at me, and this went on for a couple of minutes and Nick finally went, 'Dad, how is he doing that?!' And I said, 'I don't know, Nick. I don't know...Just sit down and watch him.'"-Steve Berkowitz from A Wished For Song

"Somewhere I might have a video. My sons Nick and Ben, are four and two, says Steve Berkowitz. "They would watch Silly Symphonies and Merry Melodies while Mom and Dad made dinner. Jeff was over, lying on the couch watching these cartoons with the kids, and then, all of a sudden, he is standing next to the television and mouthing all the words and music of the cartoons and acting them out and being silly. Nick looks at me and says, 'Daddy, why does he know that?'

"'I don't know why Nick, just watch him...'-from Jeff Buckley: From Hallelujah To The Last Goodbye

"We first met while he was staying with a friend in London during the Christmas holidays in 1992, at what was once the Dome cafe on the corner of Kings Road in London. He was a fairly penniless musician at the time, so I bought him lunch. The first meeting was almost like going on a blind date, not romantically, but we got on so well immediately. He wasn’t the most gregarious person, but we clicked and connected: we were similar ages and were both just starting out. I think we were in the cafe for about four hours.

"During that first meeting, he said to me that he’d never want to play an arena, and if I expected to make any money off him, I was talking to the wrong person. He loved playing small rooms, which is why when we met he laid down the gauntlet for me to find tiny venues for him to play. I remember him saying to me that when people are talking in a venue he would try to use their noise to become part of the song, so the whole thing would blend together. But the reality is that nobody ever did talk at his gigs. They were completely silent. People would listen and watch with their mouths open half the time."-Emma Banks of Creative Artists Agency, and Jeff’s UK live agent, via The Guardian, 8 Mar, 2016 (I believe the year was actually 1993, not 92 due to Berkowitz's anecdote above, Jeff was still with Rebecca Moore in 92 and naturally would've spent the holidays with her-though technically they could've sent him as a matter of business, but still, 92 would've been a bit too soon after he'd been signed, and it obviously makes more sense he'd go to London to meet with Emma that year as he was due to return in March of 94.)

Just before this trip, he had been to England for a week over the New Year, to visit Elizabeth Fraser, the singer with Cocteau Twins, whose voice, he told me, stopped him in his tracks. "It sounds like light," he said.-Dave Lory, from Jeff Buckley: From Hallelujah To The Last Goodbye (the trip mentioned would've been in January, 94, the start of the Sin-é solo tour) 📷 Merri Cyr/Nicola Dill

#jeff buckley #mylove #supremebeing #favorite #music #merry christmas

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Doing makeup for each other steddie? 🫶🏽

I 100% wanted to go the easy way with this anon, but I put my thinking cap on & hopefully came up with something cool. Here we go -

"Can you help me with this?" Robin asked as she came out of the bathroom, an eyeliner pencil in her hand.

From his spot on the floor by Robin's bed, Steve sat up out of his slumped posture, a confused look on his face. "Help you?" His voice carried the perplexed feeling Steve couldn't brush off. What made Robin think he'd even be good at something like that?

Robin grinned over at him - "yeah, I have unsteady hands. Please, Steve?" She asked the question in that begging voice Steve was never able to turn down. Damn her for knowing the exact way to manipulate him.

With a heavy sigh, Steve got up and followed Robin back into her attached bathroom. The spread of makeup along the counter was intimidating, making Steve's stomach turn. How did he allow himself to get into these situations?

Taking the eyeliner from Robin when she offered it to him again, Steve stared at the pencil. The hope that knowing what to do just by holding it in his hand was obliterated when the blankness remained. Did he grip it like a writing utensil or more loosely like a paintbrush? His brain was whirring with so many questions that Steve didn't notice Robin's silent chuckles until her hand on his arm broke him out his anxious panic.

"It's not rocket science, Stevie. I just need a thin line along my lower lid." Robin pinched her fingers and mimed the gesture. "Don't worry, you can't be any worse at it than me." She squeezed his arm before stepping away to sit on the lid of the toilet seat.

Steve stepped up to her then, grabbing Robin's chin to tilt her head back. He gave himself a second to look over her eyes, tracing the spot he needed to apply the liner with his gaze. It was going to be effort not to poke her as he worked. Leaning down, Steve sucked in a breath and dove in.

When Robin looked into the mirror a few minutes later, she didn't immediately seem horrified. In fact, she blinked a few times, taking in Steve's work. "Not too shabby, Harrington. With a little practice, you'll be a pro."

For some reason, those words stuck with him.

Over the next couple of weeks, Steve found himself drawn towards the brightly lit makeup section in any store he went to. Steve tried to tuck his head down and push past the niggling feeling in the back of his head but the desire won out. He gave in and spent more than an hour looking through the different colors to find the best ones. As loathe as he was to admit it, Steve walked out of Bradley's Big Guy with a whole bag of them.

Steve threw his haul into the passenger seat the second he got in the car, eyeing the white plastic bag with anxiety. He couldn't help but wonder what in the world was happening to him.

Thankfully, Eddie's latest mixtape was enough to distract Steve throughout his drive. He'd been surprised to find that his boyfriend's music collection wasn't just heavy guitar filled metal. It never ceased to amaze him that Eddie knew so much about both music and Steve himself to create cassettes that he actually wanted to listen to and play over and over again.

His contentment almost had him forgetting about his odd purchase. By the time he was pulling in front of Eddie's trailer, Steve was completely occupied with drumming his hands on the steering wheel and singing along to the music.

Eddie was sitting on the porch waiting for him and got up as Steve put his car in park. They shared a grin that only got bigger each step Eddie took towards Steve. He banged his head a bit to the Motley Crue song still streaming through Steve's open window. Turning off the ignition, Steve shifted in his seat to lean forward and kiss Eddie when he got close enough.

Before Steve could get out of the car, Eddie put his forearms against the driver's window frame, boxing Steve in. They kissed again for a couple of long minutes, enjoying the closeness of being together again. When Eddie pulled away, his lips were rosy red from the small bit of stubble Steve had been keeping around. It made Steve's heart beat faster, the sight of his claim on Eddie.

Grinning to himself, Steve went to unbuckle his seat belt and force his way out of the car, yet Eddie's gaze moving towards the Bradley's bag stopped him. Brown eyes narrowed and gears turned in Eddie's head; Steve recognized the look immediately - it was his boyfriend's connecting the dots face. "What's in the bag?" Steve wasn't surprised that Eddie asked, though he had no idea how to answer.

Steve looked between the bag and Eddie a couple of times before coming to the conclusion that the older boy would understand - he was certain that Eddie had seen odder things, at least. "It's uh - eyeliner pencils - "

Though Eddie's eyebrows raised, he didn't draw back in shock or anything untoward at all. His brown eyes got a little brighter as curiosity and fondness for Steve overtook Eddie's facial expression. "Trying out something new, babe?" The soft acceptance in the question had Steve smiling despite himself.

"No, I - Robin asked me to do her eyeliner for her the other day and I know that won't be the only time. She said something about practicing and it got me thinking. Before I knew it, I was walking out with half a dozen of them." Shrugging, because it all sounded a little silly, Steve reached over to grab the bag. "Do you think I could try it out on you?"

Eddie didn't balk at the idea or even look taken aback. His lips tugged up into an adorable little smirk - "only if you let me do the same." The triumphant way he said it had Steve nodding before thought or contemplation could take place. In the long run, Steve was sure he'd probably look pretty damn good with a little something highlighting the hazel of his eyes.

They ended up in Eddie's small bathroom a few minutes later, Steve's purchases spread out along the porcelain of the sink. Eddie hiked himself up onto the counter to get more eye level with Steve. "Me first, please," Eddie said, his antsy fingers already reaching for the darker brown pencil. His touch was soft as he used his free hand to pull Steve closer.

"You have the prettiest eyelashes," Eddie muttered, his big eyes roaming over Steve's face. "Your eyes are going to look so good." The surety in Eddie's voice had Steve relaxing, even leaning into Eddie's touch.

There was something expert in the way Eddie framed Steve's eye, then used his finger to dab it lightly. His moves were methodical and comfortable, like maybe he'd done something like it before. That got Steve wondering if Eddie donned the stuff when he got on stage. It'd been a while since Corroded Coffin played a live gig, so Steve hadn't ever seen Eddie perform. He couldn't waited to do so now.

Steve's thoughts were interrupted by Eddie stepping back to survey his work. His eyes softened then he said "beautiful" - it came out so easily that Steve had to suck in a breath. Eddie's capacity to make Steve feel genuinely wanted was mind boggling. It probably wouldn't ever stop being, either.

With a blush and new found determination, Steve gave Eddie a soft smile, then snagged the black liner off the counter. He cupped Eddie's cheek, running his thumb along the boy's cheek bone, across the arch of his nose, over the bow of his upper lip. Steve wasn't the best with words, but that didn't matter when touch spoke so much louder, anyway. Telling Eddie he was beautiful came from soft caresses and the light brush of fingertips over all the skin Steve could reach.

It was easier to trace the pencil along Eddie's eyelid than Robin's - his boyfriend's entire look didn't depend on Steve's experience. He tried to mimic the same thing Eddie did but smudged it a bit too much. Eddie looked damn good, though; the ruined aesthetic was absolutely fitting. In an instant, Steve wanted to wreck him and muss the makeup even more. Steve settled for a hot kiss, instead.

"It suits you," Steve admitted a couple of minutes later, turning Eddie towards the mirror. With his bangs hanging over his forehead, Eddie looked dark and mysterious. The brown in his eyes shone brightly under the cheap bulbs keeping the bathroom lit. Steve's extra smudge made his boyfriend rugged somehow, dangerous even. If Eddie didn't grace his faithful listeners with the look before, Steve needed to find a way to convince him to from then on.

Before he could find the words, Eddie was elbowing him in the ribs. "I could say the same for you, sweetheart." Until then, Steve hadn't thought to take in his own appearance, but he did then. His skin tingled seeing the color pop in the stare reflecting back. The lashes he never noticed before stood out against the dark liner above them. Despite not wanting to admit it, Steve liked what he could see.

He liked it enough, at least, to keep the liner on for the rest of the night. Eddie's hard stare gave Steve a confidence that made him want to flutter his lashes without any of that toxically masculine shame. What did something like that matter when Eddie was slowly undressing him with his eyes?

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#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve/eddie #eddie/steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #bobbie writes #romantic date idea prompts

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