#I also don't wanna strain my wrist like... last time.....

[ask-the-druggieverse]

does Dream do any drugs or is he just kind of here?

Flash CW(?) in read more, also tumblr is being a bitch to me and it won't let me view some asks :(

1/3 (Not finished with ask, there's two more parts I gotta draw (I just didn't wanna leave the blog un-updated for a week or so))

- ALT - DREAM: Honestly I wish I wasn't here. DREAM: And no I don't do drugs but... DREAM: I drink.

- IDK - Doing GIFS takes up a lot of time, so I hope this looks good!! and there are also some stuff in art that I'm not experienced in (like BG's) So I hope this looks okay!!

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[tired-teacher-blog]

denki kaminari finds out his s/o thinks his voice is attractive/it turns them on? please, and thank you so much

Melodious temptation

Characters : Kaminari Denki/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Sexual Intercourse/ Fluff/ One shot

Notes : Thank you for the lovely request cutie though I'm truly sorry it took me too long to deliver, but I still hope you enjoy my input.

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_ "Hello gorgeous." a shiver runs up your spine at the sound of his voice mouthing the words straight into your ear.

It's a habit of his to whisper sweetly, and seductively, just so he could sense the breath hitching in your throat everytime he does.

_ "Oh, h.. hi." and there you are, failing to maintain your composure yet again.

His hands move up your shirt, and his chin rests on your shoulder as you finish up rinsing the last plate, "I'm done folding the laundry honey, so can we go to bed now?"

_ "Wha.. yeah, yeah sure." it's almost comical to be frank, that you're barely able to hold on to your sanity whenever he's being this way, does he even realize the extent of his behavior on you? The heat pooling in the pit of your belly or the electrifying throbbing in your deepest depth? Does it ever cross his mind that in moments like these, all you could think about is being trapped beneath his large body while he pounds you into oblivion?

Probably not, luckily..

_ "Denki.." you start cautiously as he plops down on the bed with you, pausing for a bit until hearing the cheerful "huh?" moving past his lips before you decide to carry on, "how was work today?"

He shifts a little to face you and blinks a few times but says nothing, the confusion plastered across his face is understandable though, as he has already answered that same question of yours over dinner just a few hours ago.

_ "Is everything okay sweetheart? Were you not paying attention to me earlier? That's brutal you know." and he finally regains that familiar bright smile you adore.

_ "Of course I was!" you sit up at once, strained shoulders shaking slightly and hands fisting the bedsheet beneath you, "let's just go to sleep okay?" you feign nonchalance and kiss his lips softly before turning on your side and squeezing your eyes shut in a futile attempt to escape the interrogation you know is coming, but for a while it doesn't, coaxing a sigh of relief to leave your chest as you finally start to relax.

_ "Wanna tell me what's going on?"

You were wrong, he will not let it slide easily because he is now pressed up against your back, arms wrapped around your waist and lips ghosting over the reddening shell of your ear, and it's the last thing you need right now.

_ "N.. nothing, nothing's going on, so let's just sleep." and the strangled moan lacing your words does not go unnoticed as he chuckles amusedly in response before sinking his teeth into your soft flesh to bring out an even louder whimper from you.

_ "Oh, I see," it's like a switch has been turned in his brain, and his previously careful hands suddenly became a bit more persistent as they lowered to clutch onto the delicate skin of your thighs, "that's okay love, you don't have to be shy about it."

Your eyes widen and your jaw clenches when he forces your legs apart with one swift flick of his wrist, you wish to scold him for it but your voice refuses to give, and who knows? Maybe it is for the best, because you're sure to humiliate yourself otherwise.

He thinks he's smart, that he understands the state you're in right now but he truly doesn't.. and you just want to laugh at how funny, endearing, and truly embarrassing this makes him look.

_ "So tell me princess, should I carry on?" his teasing words are nothing less than a blissful torture for your ears, you crave hearing more of his nonsense but also wish he would shut up.

_ "Just.. don't stop." you express eagerly and brace yourself for his next move, the throbbing in your core intensifies as he pushes your panties to the side and runs his thumb slowly along your glistening clit.

_ "Oh look at that, you're already wet for me, I wonder why, I only just touched you," he growls smugly and nuzzles your nape before saying, "you love me too much that just having me near is enough to wreck you."

_ "It's not.. what you think." it's really not, his dumb brain is painting a picture that couldn't be further from the truth.

Although you do love him– more than he knows, more than anyone else in the world, what you're experiencing right now is due to something else that you've tried your hardest to hide, but maybe it's time to give in and admit it.

_ "Then tell me what it is." his demand is laced with a smirk that you could perfectly imagine, the words vibrate throughout your body and settle right where his fingers are teasing you relentlessly.

_ "Just.. stop talking and do something!" you're at your limit already, and the stiffness nudging your bum is evidence that he is as well.

_ "You got it sweetheart, fuck.." he struggles to keep his cool while clumsily working on freeing his raging cock.

Ragged breath and impatient grunts are hitting your ear and pushing you closer towards orgasm, and suddenly, nothing is any longer enough to quench your thirst for the man chanting your name over and over again while brushing his leaky tip over your folds, before carefully pushing into your welcoming heat with a satisfied growl.

Finally..

_ "Baby you're so warm.. you feel really good around me." his whines are just above a whisper but you hear them loud and clear.

He sings your praises while setting an unforgiving pace from the get go, but you truly don't mind, if anything, you're yearning for more and are no longer reluctant to ask.

_ "Keep going.. please Denki don't stop! Deeper please.. talk to me, tell me you love me.." you burst out in pleas and reach a shaky arm over your head, threading your fingers through his golden hair and pulling his face even closer to yours.

_ "I love you, of course I love you, fuck.. you're the only one for me.. you make me, ugh damnit.. you make me lose my mind."

You've always loved the sound of his voice, when he's upset or when he's excited, when he's confused or when he's pleased, and especially during his most vulnerable moments, moments like this one, when he'll truthfully tell you anything you wish to know.

_ "I'm so close!" you cry out a warning and arch off his chest as his thrusts turn erratic.

_ "Together sweetheart, let's cum together." he moves a hand down to join the cock drilling into you mercilessly, fingers rubbing on your sensitive clit and delighted moans invading your senses and coaxing shockwaves of pleasure to wash over your shuddering body like a hurricane.

_ "That's it, that's my girl, ugh fuck!" he reluctantly pulls out of you, fisting his pulsating cock until finally bursting all over your thighs.

Silence fills the air for a while, nothing is heard but heavy breaths and stifled whimpers as you both come down from your high, and all you wish for at the moment is to close your eyes and drift off, however..

_ "I kept wondering what turned you on all of a sudden, until you asked me to keep talking to you," he gently turns you around to face him, flushed cheeks and tired smile brightening his handsome face as he playfully slurred the words, "that's interesting." and the teasing continues.

_ "N.. no you're wrong! I was just caught up in the moment." you're fully awake now as you strived to defend yourself, hitting his chest weakly before hiding your face there in shame.

_ "Okay okay I'm sorry," hearty chuckles ripple through him while he held you close, luring a soft giggle past your lips as you finally started to relax, "alright princess I'll tell you what, let's take a little break and then test this theory again shall we?" and he whispers the proposal provocatively, greedy hands already exploring your body, and pulsing cock awakening to rub against your thigh.

You knew from the start, that revealing your secret would be a bad idea and you were right, because the sparkle in his eyes as he's eagerly groping your flesh and sensuously whispering promises of what awaits you, proves it.

[vmbrq]

Heyy this is abt ur recent post!

I’ve always thought abt Ethan and how he would rail tf out of you like omfg!!! he seems sweet and innocent and he seems like he wouldn’t be into kinky shit but I feel like he’d be into anything you’d be into fr

like imagine blindfolding him and riding him with his hands tied behind his back. 😩 his whines and moans and begs like…I NEED IT NOW I NEED SUB ETHAN RN!

smut under the cut ; minors dni ; AFAB READER

SCREAMS i think about ethan stepping out of the sub zone i see a lot of people put him in and absolutely REARRANGING your shit. you're so right, he looks like he'd be so shy and sweet, i just KNOW he's gotta have smth else going on there. there are def times where he's got you pinned on your stomach with his chest pressed against your back and his thighs caged around yours to keep you in place, or where he's got you scoring deep scratches into his shoulders while he burns your blissed-out expression into his memory. he's still whiny, his moans still high-pitched and breathy as he thrusts into you, but he's in control.

BUT ALSO. TO CONTRIBUTE TO YOUR LAST LITTLE PARAGRAPH. I JUST. my brain. i think that blindfolding and restraining him would be such a juicy way to mess with him, bc he is STRONG. like that scene where he broke into the apartment and fucked everybody up? plus he has MUSCLES. he could yank on the restraints binding his wrists behind his back, thrust his hips up into you to chase the release you've been teasing with him, he could utilize his strength however he sees fit. but he doesn't. he wants to be good for you, he wants to make you happy. plus, he likes when you get like this, when you get a bit bolder than usual and take full advantage of his lack of awareness and consequential heightened senses.

it's just so wonderful, having him under you, getting to trail your fingertips over his chest and shoulders and feel goosebumps rise in their wake, feeling every twitch and tense of his body and hearing every hitch of his breath at unexpected touches. his kisses are messy, too, since he not only can't see you but is also too absorbed in the pleasure to kiss you properly. they're desperate and sloppy, hungry. when his lips aren't on yours, he runs his mouth, resorting to pleading since he can't use his hands or arms to anchor you to him. you can feel his adam's apple bob under your lips, a choked whimper kicked from his throat when you kiss along his neck and dig your fingernails into the skin just above his v-line.

his head lolls backward, body taut, rambling in a tight, strained voice, "feels s' good . . . please, please, please don't stop. 'm gonna cum, fuck, please--" without the ability to rely on his sense of sight, the feeling of your walls constricted around his cock is so much more overwhelming, and since it's the first time you've blindfolded him, he doesn't really know how to handle it. when he finally feels you cum around him, his jaw clenches at the obscene squelch and squeeze of your cunt as you sink back down on him in pursuit of another orgasm, threatening to milk him dry. "i can--shit, i can feel it," he mumbles, "'s so warm, so fucking wet. need you to cum again . . . i wanna feel it again."

[fir3ylolol]

i had an idea…i’ve been thinking A Lot about that one johnny cage skin with the red shirt where he has the forearm tattoos…. maybe they’re those long lasting temporary ones and he has them on for a movie? and reader is realllllly into them

place beyond the pines

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: your boyfriend comes home, with a couple of new additions 0.0

tw: vaginal penetration, fingering, afab reader, gn reader, slightly dirty talk, groping, established relationship, sloppy makeout, smut, shameless smut

a/n: im alive! ive beaten a cold, finally. glad to write again! it's almost break for me, so i'm gna try to stay consistent. and if not…don't be mad at me pls. ALSO check out my works in progress post linked in my pinned to see what's to come ;P

word count: 1.15 k

Ao3

The front door shuts firmly, and you perk up at the sound. That sound means only one thing: your boyfriend is home. He’s not usually home at this hour, so you’re really excited to see him more after a long, lazy day in sweatpants and baggy t-shirts. But as you rush out to see him, you’re stopped by the sight in front of you. There, standing by the doorway, is Johnny, in a tight red compression shirt with the sleeves pushed up. On his exposed forearms, you see black and white American Traditional tattoos, interlaced with a snake twisting its way up his arm. You’re caught off-guard, frozen across the room from him as he puts his keys down on the entry table.

He turns to face you, with a wide but tired smile. But he notices your still state and his face drops slightly in confusion. He walks over, shaking your shoulders lightly. “Love? You ok there?” You snap out of it, shaking your head as you do. “Yeah, sorry, I just…what are those?” You shakily reach your arms out to trace down the patterns. He lifts them to meet your hands, smile returning, “Don’t you think they’re cool? They’re just temporary, but it’s for that movie I was just cast in. You know, ex-cons tend to have tattoos so,” he gestures with his head. You start to fluster further, feeling the warmth of his skin under the intricate patterns and artwork. Finally, the gears start turning in his head and he laughs lightly. “You like them, don’t you?” Your head bolts up, embarrassed that you were so blatantly called out. You shake your head rapidly, stepping back slightly. “No, I just think the art is cool!” He steps forward, smirking at how flustered you are, lightly grabbing your wrist.

“Really? Because it feels like you think it's hot, and it’s flustering you,” his other hand coming up to cup your face tenderly. You try to turn it into a joke, pushing past his touch to walk towards the kitchen. “Come on, stop playing. You must be hungry, ri-” You’re abruptly cut off as that familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist and hold you in place. You’re about to protest until you hear a gravely quiet voice in your ear, “You’re a shit liar, you know.” Suddenly, your feet no longer touch the ground, being carried towards the couch with little to no say. You would fight it but…you don’t really want to. Your eyes are locked on the sight of them, art straining against the veins that pop out of his skin as he constricts around you. You feel him slowly sit down, grip on you still tight as you end up on his lap. You expect him to ease up, but when has Johnny ever gone easy? You notice his hold on you loosening, but his hands start to travel. One traces its way up your chest, reaching your head and gently holding your jaw. The other slips towards your waistband, fingers moving teasingly slow. He leans his head forward, warm breath against your ear as he whispers, “I had a pretty long day…wanna help me relax, baby?” Overwhelmed slightly by him, you nod against his hold on your face.

You watch as his inked hand slides lower, not as teasing anymore. But he loves to put on a show, and he shuffles your sweatpants off slightly. His voice, slightly louder this time, rasps out, “Gotta make sure you can see the whole show.” Helping direct your head down, you watch as his fingers circle against your clit. You jolt at the feeling, but his grip on you tightens slightly, keeping your back pressed into his strong chest. You’re slightly dizzy, watching as he sinks one finger inside you, hand tensing at the feeling. You can feel a heavy sigh from him, as he continues to curl in and out of you. His thumb reaches up, returning to sit comfortably against your clit again. As he moves, speed increasing bit by bit, you can’t help to whine out. The sight of his detailed art disappearing inside you, the feeling of his rough thumb moving so softly. As he slides another finger in, a gentle moan slipping out, he lifts your head again. He tilts it back, resting it against his shoulder. You watch with half-lidded eyes as he brushes your face off, his face barely visible from your angle. But he never stops, steady pace as you squirm at the sensation. But his free hand shows up again, clinging to your chest. It’s as if he’s holding himself back from moving at a ruthless pace, but he can only hold so much back. You can hear murmurs echoing through his throat against your right ear, incoherent, but very much through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, he’s speeding up more, his hand on your chest loosening slightly. At the angle of your head, you can’t muffle yourself, louder and louder moans as his hand starts to grab and massage your chest. You can hear him clearer now, voice carrying better, “God, look at you. You look so good like this, spread out just for me. You feel so good, baby, shit.” You can feel him growing sloppier, and more impatient than before. But you’re not far from cumming, your hands desperately searching for purchase. One latches to his thigh under you, and the other on his wrist, moving as he pumps his fingers inside you. You help guide him slightly, shuddering as he touches the exact right spot. You’re nearly seeing stars, but you lift your head, letting it flop forward. His entire arm is moving at this point, both flexing at the effort he’s exerting. As you manage to gasp out that you’re close, the hand on your chest lets go and shoots back to your jaw. He turns your head, angling in back and to the side, as his lips collide with yours. His kisses are as sloppy as his moves, desperate for more of you than there is. Your grip tightens and you feel him groan into your mouth at the feeling. That does it, a harsh flinch as you cum around his fingers. Both of you are moaning at this point, unable to break the kiss. You’re not sure which voice is yours anymore as it echoes through your head. But as he removes his fingers, you break the kiss, taking a deep breath as you rest your head against his shoulder again. You hear as he brings the drenched fingers to his mouth, wanting to get every last bit of you as possible. But it only lasts so long, as he removes them with a quiet, “Ew, these things taste bad.” After a pause, he scrambles to clarify himself, “Not you! The tattoos! They taste bad, not you.”

[hoesoflamentation]

Omg. Omg. Hi. I missed youuu.

Idk if Tumblr intentionally hides you from me or if we're never online at the same time.

Justtt saw your birthday event. Omg. It's SO CUTE AND CREATIVE[happy belated birthday!! (again)]

For my cake, I wanna pick Draken and ddlg (my vice). I also really like 'happy birthday, princess'. 🥺 Maybe you can pick either one for me?

Lots of love!! <3

𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞, 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 | 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖝 𝖋!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 // 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI //

WARNINGS !! bdsm, ddlg, paddling/pussy spanking, ties/rope, ball gag, hair pulling, brat!reader, use of "princess" and "little girl," daddy k!nk

Draken smirks as he wishes you a, “Happy birthday, princess.”

You whine against the pastel pink ball gag in your mouth, wrists straining against their rope ties as you try, futilely, to reach for him. Instead of pulling you closer, Draken gives your aching, sore pussy a punishing smack with the paddle in his fist.

“Ah, ah, ah... No touching, princess, not yet. Now, be a good little girl and tell Daddy what you want for your birthday this year.”

You furrow your brow in frustration as you mumble into the gag, but Draken merely chuckles at your helpless reply, knowing full well you aren’t able to speak.

“What’s that, baby? I can’t hear you.”

Draken leans in close to graze your earlobe with sharp teeth, the taunting heat of his breath raising the hairs on the back of your neck. He holds down your bucking hips with one hand, while the other slithers into your hair.

"Aren't you going to answer me, sweetheart?"

Silently, you flash him a defiant glare. He draws back his tattooed wrist and slaps your swollen clit again. The paddle hits your puffy folds with a loud ‘thwack' that echoes through the entire room.

"Such a rude little girl today, hm?"

You whimper in a flustered combination of arousal and frustration as Draken grabs a fistful of your locks. He jerks your head up by your hair, so you’re staring into his ebony gaze with tear-filled eyes.

“Speak up when Daddy is talking to you, brat... it’s not polite to whine.”

a/n: lots of love, dawn!! i'm so excited for you to see this at last... after hyping it up so much, i hope it doesn't disappoint. (and p.s., i don't think tumblr has been hiding me, i think i just disappeared for an ~extra long time~ this time haha)

[leahrintarou]

🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 27 🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ (pt.2)

pt.1 of this chapter: click here

NSFW !!

"you would know what gets me off, wouldn't you?"

another shove to his chest, but suna's expression held a bit more seriousness this time. "i actually don't." she shook her head, glancing at her hands on his chest and then back to his green hued irises. "do you wanna find out?"

she didn't reply, so suna leaned in closer to her face, a thin space separating contact. "do you, sweetheart?"

she breathed against his lips and instead of pulling away, she leaned in closer, closing the gap. it was almost like a switch flipped for suna when he released his grip from around y/n's wrist and instead placed it onto her nape. her skin was warmer against his cooler digits, and a shiver coursed down her spine. his tongue lapped against y/n's, and she sighed into his mouth when his hand ran down her shoulder and to her waist.

suna pulled her against himself before pushing himself off of the wall. using his leg, he gently tapped his foot against the door to shut it before doing a quick motion to seat y/n back down onto his bed. she pulled back, now eye to eye with his waist, and as her eyes trailed down just a bit, she saw that he was clearly aroused.

she had a feeling he was more vulnerable on this night, specifically due to how he avoided any unnecessary touching between them both. he was also extra fidgety on the ride home, constantly adjusting his seating position on his motorcycle, and now y/n was understanding why. "remember when you wanted to repay me for last time?"

she gave him a squint, analyzing what he was trying to get at. it was obvious, but she couldn’t help but want to hear him say it himself. "not really. help me remember." she shrugged. suna hid a small smirk, definitely feeding into y/n's 'act' of stubbornness. he reached for her hand before placing her palm against his evident erection.

she looked up at him, and suna only leaned down before placing a kiss to her lips. he then placed one on her jaw and one more below her ear lobe. his soft lips hovered next to her ear before he whispered a small "remember now?"

he leaned away, and the two held eye contact until y/n's finger trailed to his belt, skillfully undoing it. suna glanced down at himself before looking at y/n with a raised eyebrow. she nodded, realizing that he was wordlessly making sure that this was something that she was okay with doing as well. he hummed to himself, and when his belt finally came loose, his pants drooped down just a bit. revealing the scorpions on either side of his v-line.

she admired the ink, and suna flinched when her cooler fingers made contact with the area just beneath the waistband of his briefs. "you could've warned me." he mumbled, noticing the small smile on her lips at his reaction. she may or may not have done that on purpose, and the nonchalant shrug she gave him only confirmed which of those were true.

suna's room was dim, and the lighting from his half open window gave her just enough illumination to reveal his hard on that practically strained against the last layer of clothing. "sweetheart, i really do care about enjoying the moment, but if you don't touch me right now, i might actually lose my mind."

"fine, fine." she couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his impatience before finally pulling down his briefs. trying not to overthink too hard about what she was doing, she looked up at suna, who was distracted by her gripping his length. she gave it an experimental squeeze, and he let out a groan before glancing at y/n. giving him a couple jerks, y/n parted her lips before placing a small lick against the underside of his sensitive head.

suna let out a strained moan when she took him in just partially, making him lean his head back. he mindlessly reached in front of himself, placing a palm to her nape to aid her in taking in more of his member. a breathy "fuck" left his lips when y/n groaned around him.

he panted heavily when she removed herself before engulfing him once again and using her free hand to grip the base of his member. "keep doing that, sweetheart." suna breathed, his grip on her nape loosening when he almost felt too weak to simply keep himself standing. he let out a strained moan of her name when she slightly quickened her pace.

y/n's eyes pricked with tears when she pushed herself to take in just a bit more of his length. on any other day, she'd felt as if she was at her limit, but the sounds suna made drove her further. it was the first time she'd ever heard such sounds come from him and to say that they were beautiful was an understatement. his voice was rasped and strained afterall.

suna looked down at y/n and she took a glance up at him to see his flushed features. he used his hand to grip the wrist of her hand that was securely pressed against the scorpion tattoos on his hip. suna's breathing became heavier and a raspy moan left his lips before he spoke lowly.

"I'm close, sweetheart." he huffed. she let out a hum around him and his hand shivered against her own. suna let out a low swear and tapped at y/n's nape for her to pull away, but she didn't. suna tried to pull himself back but y/n hummed a sound of disapprovement.

suna's abdomen tensed and his breath hitched in his throat as he finally let himself feel release. "fuck, fuck..". y/n shut her eyes tightly as suna's warm arousal could be tasted on her tongue. she kept her lips wrapped around him until he was finished and when she pulled away, she looked up at suna with pursed lips. he panted heavily at the sight and before he could tell her to go to the bathroom, she looked away, wiping her lips with the back of her hand and swallowing his arousal.

"no way..." his eyes widened. y/n glanced at suna and she quickly broke eye contact with him, reality setting in and suddenly making her feel self conscience. "that was a one time thing, suna. next time im not swallowing."

"there's gonna be a next time?" he smiled, chest still heaving as he pulled his briefs back up and discarded his pants. he removed his shirt before leaning down to place a kiss to y/n's lips. "thanks, sweetheart." he mumbled. using a thumb to wipe away at the corner of her lips. "you better hope that you didn't wake yama."

"i'll go check on her." he stood up properly before carefully opening his door and closing it behind himself. y/n placed her face into her palms before wiping stray tears from her eyes due to the strain earlier. she hated how there was suddenly a suna shaped void that was felt within her being. y/n was exhausted after such a long day and she couldn't help but lay back onto suna's bed. it was more comfortable than her own and getting up right now felt like the hardest task.

the sound of the door creaked and y/n couldn't bother to sit up. "did you exhaust yourself, sweetheart?" suna questioned, a small teasing tone could be heard in his voice. y/n groaned and turned away from him, but suna could be heard next to her shuffling in his closet. after a few seconds, a weight of clothing was placed next to her head before suna spoke.

"change into these, beautiful. i promise that you can sleep after."

y/n wanted to since she wasn't in any clothing that could be classified as sleepwear. suna's hand reached under the hem of her shirt as he gently massaged her skin. y/n sighed at the feeling of comfort and suna let out a soft chuckle. "you mind if i take these off?" his other hand hooked into the hem of her bottoms. she lazily shook her head and suna began removing her clothing and neatly putting them aside.

he pulled a t shirt over her head and threaded her arms through the sleeves. lastly, suna pulled some sweat shorts onto her legs. he placed a pillow under her head feeling too bad to wake her up and properly adjusting her position on his bed and he followed that with a warm blanket. "im gonna shower now." he mumbled mostly to himself since y/n was practically asleep already.

he was surprised when he heard her voice speak and even more surprised at what she said. "are you coming back?" she asked, voice barely audibly. "i was planning on sleeping on the couch." he answered, stuck in place as he conversed with y/n. "why?"

"to give you some space." he shrugged.

"i don't think now's the time to be worrying about space, suna." her vision was blurry when she forced her eyes open to see suna's toned frame in nothing but his briefs. more of his tattoos were revealed but she couldn’t make them out at the moment. "fair point. do you want me to stay?"

she shrugged before placing her face directly into the pillow.

"do what you want."

and with that, suna knew exactly where he was sleeping tonight.

HIII TY FOR READING!

leave a like to support :) ily all mwah <3

[lowkeyrobin]

hey! (just wanna say I really love your writing and especially the ones on mental health)

could I ask for more of the reactions to an Australian accent, but with the cricket crew instead? (those who are okay with x reader ofc)

tysm!!! have a wonderful day!

ah omg thank you 🫶🫶🫶 I've been working really hard esp on those ones + the fact I've always kinda struggled w mental health stuff so I rlly pour my heart out into those ; and he's of course!! sorry if I misunderstood you on that last one by the way LMAO ; gonna keep this as a oneshot tho because it was way easier than a preference format for some reason ; also I wish we got more freddie, tommy, tubbo & ranboo pics while we could 😔🙏

HANDSOME BROS ; australian accent

summary ; youre the only aussie in a group of british kids (and an american)

warnings ; language, lots of ball jokes (sorry tommy)

word count ; 1.4k

masterlist

Showing up for Tubbathon 2024 was a wild one.

Having your hand duct taped to Tommy's was also a whole thing in itself. At least you weren't working with Ranboo, who had no idea how to cook, unlike their poor partner Freddie. Recipe For Disaster was probably a horrible idea to join.

You and Tommy, Green Team, versus Ranboo and Freddie, Orange Team.

You'd never really talked on stream before. You either communicated through Minecraft signs or in-game chats. If you did speak, however, you'd often use a voice changer to make you seem a little more understandable, as you knew your accent was a bit difficult to understand sometimes.

You'd also met with your friends in real life before, of course, but you made sure the entire trip you strained your voice to sound a little more understandable.

But, now cooking with one of your long-time friends, the big guy TommyInnit himself, you didn't seem as worried or insecure when you spoke. I mean, you'd barely spoken, but you were in a comfortable environment - Tubbo's house - and were accompanied by friends you'd known for a long time now.

The stream had started and Tubbo had explained your rules, leaving the two groups to get to cooking.

"Hey, mate, can you hold the bowl while I stir the eggs?" You kindly ask Tommy, wriggling a whisk out of the jar between the stations.

The blonde blinks in silence, staring at you, "Your accent went 0 to 100 very quickly, Y/n/n" He giggles.

"Wait, what?" You glance about, feeling a little nervous as you plop the whisk into the measuring cup, needing to stir the eggs.

"Not in a bad way! Like, I never noticed your fuckin' accent was so, like, heavy before? You didn't sound like that last time we met up, or talked" He shrugs as he explains himself.

"Oh" You shrug, watching as he secures his free hand around the handle of the glass measuring cup. You begin to whisk the eggs, poking at the yolks to make it go a little bit faster. "I mean, I usually use a little voice changer to make me a little more understandable"

"Ohhhhh, wait, that makes sense" He nods, "Ow! Calm down, I'm not trying to get surgery on my wrist now!" He quickly pulls his hand away, feeling something pop.

"Shit, I'm sorry! Are you alright?"

He bites his tongue, nodding as you reach for his hand. "I'm good"

You gently grab his wrist, quickly and lightly kneading the area for him.

Ranboo looks up, seeing you two distracted in your green aprons. "They're taking a massage therapy break already" they comment, tapping Freddie on the shoulder.

"C'mon, man up, Tommy! You'll be okay" Freddie lightly smiles, cracking a few eggs over the measuring cup, which they'd just struggled to find.

"Dude, I just had surgery on my crowned jewels, I don't think I will!"

"Good God, help me now" You chuckle

Ranboo and Freddie go silent for a moment before the boy with the red hair speaks up.

"You weren't kidding about the voice changer, were you?"

You shake your head no, "Why would I lie about that, mate?"

The two shrug, hearing Tubbo fake yell at them for cheating since they were conversing with you. The four of you jokingly plan a rebellion that you'd put into place for later, deciding to focus on the food right now.

"Tommy, Tommy, the plate, not the floor! If you drop that I'll actually kill you"

"It's on the damn plate!"

Tommy quickly sets the pan down to help you fold the guacamole together, using his one hand to hold the bowl while you rushingly mix it all up. From the avocados to the lemon juice, you got it to a nice consistency, and, with a struggle, get a dab of it on the paper plate you were given next to the burrito.

"I think he's gonna like it either way, considering most of what he eats, he orders." You shrug, setting the bowl of guacamole down.

Tommy lightly laughs, "Yeah, that's true"

You were finished before the timer, luckily, however, Freddie and Ranboo were still working, using each hand to do their own tasks to work a little faster.

"Tubbo, can you understand me with my accent this thick?" You shout into the other room, purposely making your voice and accent sound a bit thicker to try and mess wirh him.

It's silence until he answers, like he needed to translate your words. "Barely!"

You and Tommy laugh, chatting away while the other group works.

"What's Australia even like? Just like... giant spiders and kangaroos?"

"Holy shit"

"I'm serious! It's not like I'm going anytime soon"

"Well, it's not that. It's like the UK but much warmer, and yeah, kinda scarier. It's like a real-life Better Minecraft mod"

"You guys have armored skeletons attacking you??" Tommy laughs as he teases you.

"I hate you!" You laugh

"I love how you say 'you', it sounds so dumb"

"It sounds like how you Brits say it!" You smile, using your free hand to try and fight him in a playful manner.

"Dumb in a nice way! Dumb in a nice way!" He shouts, trying to use his free hand to protect himself from the cat fight. "They weren't lying when they said you Aussies fight like wild animals, what's next, you gonna kick the shit out of me?" He asks, egging you on.

"I'm gonna kick you in the crown jewels if you don't shut up!" You joke, making him scream in terror, probably killing the viewers' ears as well.

He yelps, falling back as he drags you down with him, having slipped on himself.

"Tommy!"

"Ow!"

"Jesus Christ, they've broken each other's backs off that floor, I heard it" Freddie lightly laughs, holding the paper plate up for Ranboo so they could put the food on it. "I think Y/n's dead"

"Tubbo! We need the ambulance!" Ranboo laughs, "Get Eryn back here, they actually can't get up! The tied hands have impaired them tremendously"

"Tommy, just stand up!"

"My balls hurt!"

"Then let me stand up, I can't when you're holding your dick together!"

Eryn quickly rushes over, helping the both of you stand up slash getting Tommy to release his tied hand from his crotch. You help him up and pat him on the shoulder with your free hand as Tubbo wraps up the time.

In the end, your groups nearly tied, you and Tommy one point behind Freddie and Ranboo. Honestly, they did deserve the win.

"I still can't believe you fooled us with the voice changer, even changing your voice in real life. I swear, you sound totally different," Freddie lightly chuckles, freeing himself from the apron.

"In a good way, though" Ranboo adds, "Your accent is really fucking cool, trust me"

You lightly smile, freeing yourself from Tommy's sweaty hands. "Thanks- ow, holy shit!"

"You think that hurt?" The blonde teases, having ripped the rest of the duct tape of your hands.

"Piss off"

After the stream ended, Tubbo turned on some music while you guys cleaned up. He and Eryn were sorting out the lights, cameras, and microphone while the four of you cleaned up the kitchen. You decided to clean each other's messes, trying to make it a little more enjoyable, which none of you minded.

The music, picked my Tubbo himself, was an early 2000s hip hop mix, titled something like 'Greatest 2000s Hip Hop Hits' or something. And of course, Ranboo and Tommy were getting down to it, mostly leaving you and Freddie to do the cleaning while you laughed at them singing and dancing along.

Tommy was bouncing around, not focused on cleaning whatsoever as he tugs on your hand, wanting you to join in.

"Y/n, Freddie, cmon!"

"This isn't High School Musical, dude" You reply

"You deserve a break!" Ranboo shouts, pulling Freddie into whatever fucked up dance trapezoid you guys had going on.

You sigh and set down the cups you were washing and turn the water off. You spray the water from your hands on Freddie, starting a war as you join their little dance party.

Freddie gasps and smiles, throwing the little bit of water in the measuring cup at you in retaliation.

"Australian versus Brit! Who will win!?" Tommy shouts with a little laugh.

"Hopefully not the American"

You fake shudder and nod. "Yeah, I agree with that, Ranboo"

[hrefna-the-raven]

Star Born

Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Knowhere

Words: 1967

Warnings: Back to the Future reference because those movies fucking rock! Great Scott!

A woman popped up from behind one of the machines, the sight of her made Peter weak, sending him straight back to a part of his mind he'd almost forgotten. She was wearing a black leather jacket crested with studs on the shoulder parts, the same torn light grey long-sleeve like Peter's, ripped from the collar downwards, revealing a small part of her cleavage, messily tugged into a pair of tight black jeans, the earth style finished off in a knee high pair of Doc Martin boots. While shaved off on one side, the shoulder long strains of her wavy amber hair fell down, covering one side of her face. Peter's eyes were glued on her frame, she looked like she emerged from one of his many dreams about home. He couldn't believe he was seeing someone so beautiful and so strangely familiar in a place like this. His heart raced in his chest, and he didn't want to but couldn't help but stare at her.

"Hi, what brings you guys here?" you asked the Guardians, a mischievous glint in your eyes at the sight of this weird bunch of strangers, especially the human.

Rocket stepped passed Peter, kicking him chuckling as he addressed you directly.

"We need parts for our ship, M class spacecraft," he said, trying to keep a straight face at Quill's drooling love struck expression. You nodded, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips.

"I might have just what you need or even more," you said, walking towards a shelf full of mechanical parts.

As you bent down to push a piece of machinery aside, Peter couldn't help but stare at your well formed butt, the outlines perfectly highlighted by the tight fabric of your jeans. He felt ridiculous, staring at you like a hormonal teenager but he felt like he was falling in love with, not just your behind, but also you right then and there. You had this special something, a weird spell engulfing Peter's mind completely, rendering him completely defenseless. He still wasn't sure if you could be the earthling the Ravagers had mistaken him for earlier but everything about your outfit and the music coming from that old radio just screamed Earth to Peter and he would know, he was born there which technically made him the sole expert on this matter. You led them to your little junk yard behind the workshop, sifting through the pile when the two Ravagers emerged from behind a pile of spare parts.

“Earthling who names herself Star Born, you come with us!”, they yelled at you, merely earning a chuckle as you tapped on a device wrapped around your wrist.

“Oh this is gonna be good, watch this”, you cackled as you poked Peter, looking up to the intruders, “hey! Why don't you make like a tree and get out of here?”

The song from inside the workshop echoed louder now as the Ravagers ran towards you.

Every time I think that I'm

The only one who's lonely someone calls on me

And every now and then I spend

My time at rhyme and verse and curse those faults in me

As they were almost close enough to fight you, what looked like a glowing pink skateboard flew towards them and hit one of them in the head, before gracefully turning around midair to collide brutally with the other Ravager's face, knocking him out coldly.

And then along comes

MaryMary,

MaryThen along comes Mary

Mary, Mary

You leaped over, activating the rocket attached to your left boot, swinging around in the air, your right foot hitting the last standing Ravager's face hard, throwing him flat on the ground.

“And does she wanna give me kicks”, you sang along to the song as you landed back on your feet, grinning at the Guardians, your hips moving to the tunes.

“Why does this woman remind me of Quill, just with the skills”, Rocket asked, mouth agape in astonished confusion.

“Was that...is that...”, Peter stuttered, walking past you to grab the skateboard, “a flarking hoverboard?!” You laughed, bathing in the glorious moment that someone finally recognised the device you built.

“Yes, I tried to build the exact same as in Back to the Future II”, you beamed, “see it even has the Mattel logo on top. It's just a prototype for now though.”

“Oh my...hang on! There is a second movie?!”, Peter looked up at you, his eyes glowing.

“Oh no... here we go”, Gamora rolled her eyes.

“There are three movies, dude”, you laughed, “have you been living under a rock?”

“I-I-I was abducted when I was eight years old, 88, I-I didn't know”, Quill stammered, nervously fiddling on the edges of the skateboard before handing it back to you.

"Ooooh you missed the best. Sweet 90s baby, hell yeah”, you winked at him, throwing the board on the ground where it hovered a few centimeters above the floor before shoving it away.

You had been a space drifter for years after leaving Earth, trying to make ends meet before you eventually landed on Knowhere. It was a tough life, but it was what felt closest to a home, clinging to what would make it all worthwhile, your earthly treasures, the simple stupid gadgets that reminded you of a more calm time of your life. Neither Peter nor you knew at this very moment how important that connection would be, but the delicate foundations of a very important and fond friendship were laid on the day of this fateful random encounter. You whispered your name into Peter's ears.

“But you can call me Star Born”, your hand playfully tapped his shoulder.

“Peter Quill, also called Star Lord”, he grabbed your hand, swiftly kissing the backside of it.

“Nobody calls him that”, Gamora walked into the workshop, waving her hands dismissively.

“Yeah, nobody even knows his real name”, Rocket cackled, sitting on Groot's shoulder, “we need these wires and relays”, he held up a small box, “how much?”

“You know what?”, a finger moved to your lips, your brows furrowing in a thoughtful expression, “if I can borrow your Earth boy here for the rest of the day, I'll give you the parts for free”, you proposed hesitantly, almost sure that they would never agree to such an offer.

“Yeah alright, you can even keep him forever if you want to”, Gamora laughed, leaving the workshop without even glimpsing at Quill.

“I am Groot”, the tree shrugged and followed them, Rocket still sitting on his shoulder, turning his head to wave a middle finger at Peter.

“The vicious vermin speaks the truth”, Drax patted Quill's shoulder, “I'm sorry Peter Quill, but you will have to stay with the weird lady.”

A chuckle escaped your lips at the sound of Peter's annoyed huff, your fingers wrapping around his wrist, directing him to the desk in the corner of the workshop. You rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a small square electronic device. It somehow reminded Peter of his tape player, but instead of a cassette, a tiny floppy disc stuck inside.

"Check this out," you said proudly, pressing a button on the device, handing the headphones over to him, “waaaay better than your prehistoric device.”

To his amazement, he immediately recognised the track that started playing.

“Footloose?!”, his eyes darted to yours.

“Of course! Best dance movie of all times!”, a smile spread across your lips, “during my years moving from one planet to another, I kept telling others that we have this legend on my home planet where the great hero Kevin Bacon teaches an entire city full of people with sticks up their butts that, dancing, well, is the greatest thing there is.”

Peter stood in the middle of this messy workshop on Knowhere, feeling utterly abandoned by his crewmates and friends, leaving him behind, without a second thought, to get the parts to repair his ship for free while he was left to fend for himself. And yet he felt ecstatic, finding someone, not only from his home planet, but also someone with a weird humour that matched his own perfectly, you even twisted the plot of his favourite movie into the same silly tale. As the two of you chatted, he couldn't shake off the feeling that this encounter might have been more than mere coincidence. He never wasted any thoughts on the concept of fate or destiny, but this simply seemed too perfect to be a mere chance. As you continued sharing your memories of Earth, realising that, even though you experienced the planet during two completely different yet similar decades, Peter found himself more and more drawn to you. You were smart, obviously smarter than him, although he'd never admit that in front of the racoon, and definitely funny enough to keep up with his jokes, and by the end of the day, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had known you his entire life. He had scoffed at the ridiculous thought of love at first sight before, yet now he couldn't deny the way his heart raced as he looked into your eyes, that seemed like liquid pools of indigo threatening to drown him. As the day wore on, the two of you found yourselves wandering through the many shops and stalls on Knowhere, your giggles mixing into the steady noise of the bustling marketplace. Finally, as the evening grew late and the two of you reached the Milano, you turned to him, your hand resting on his chest, your mind loosing track for a moment as you felt the warmth radiating through the fabric of his long-sleeve. "I have to go now, Star Lord. But I think we should do this again...sometime." Peter's mind to screamed at him, to do something, kiss you, grab you and hold you back, asking you to join the Guardians, traveling through space with them but his body seemed detached, sabotaging every single wish whirling around his busy brain by simply standing there watching you walk away, his heart feeling the heavy crush of an unfair reality. With every other woman he randomly met during his adventures, he managed to hold up his smooth flirty demeanour which not only ended in him waking up in bed next to said woman but very often also in a lot of trouble. But you rendered him defenseless, all his careless flirts suddenly dissolved into thin air around you. You were more to him, his heart already clinging to you for dear life, leaving no room for anything else. He knew he had to see you again. As he made his way back to the Milano, he frowned at the image of you taking up every little space in his mind, ignoring Rocket's taunting as he went straight to his bunk, slumping down on the bed. Days turned into weeks, and Peter asked around in every port they landed at, hoping to find you after Cosmo told him that you left Knowhere one week after him. But it felt all in vain, it was as if you had vanished into thin air. Finally, as he sat alone on the bridge of his ship while the others roamed the local market, his fingers instinctively went into one of the bottom pockets of his jacket where they found a small piece of paper tucked and neatly folded. He unfolded the paper, not remembering when he ever would have put it there, let alone when he ever held real paper in his hands after he was abducted from Earth.

Meet me at the Quarantine zone in the Andromeda galaxy. See you soon Earthling.

Chapter 3

[lavenderbexlatte]

These entertainment companies really need to hire people who genuinely care about the idols well-being instead of " oh yeah he just broke his wrist, he can still perform !" Or "Oh yeah you just hurt your shoulder go ahead and work out and possibly strain it even more! You'll still be doing events and showing face!" Girl-🤦‍♀️ idols are humans! Not your cash grab show ponies😭 and I mean like hire all around care!! These idols are going to loose their hair when they get older with all this bleaching🥲 and their stress levels are god awful😖 but that's just my two cents

-🦢

okay okay okay i also don't blindly blame jype, i wanna make that super fucking clear. it's not that they are responsible and the idols are 100% innocent and being forced to do things that are bad for them. i ABSOLUTELY do no think that's the case. no.

i think that the mindset that idols are helpless and their companies work them to the extreme like cartoon villains chasing profit is largely false. especially when those idols aren't rookies. there are some companies that do questionable things, of course, and they deserve the backlash. and as we've seen with some rookies recently (omega x and their genius fucking leader kim jaehan), if a company is genuinely provably fucking you over, you can fight back and sometimes you can fucking win.

i think the stray kids members in particular have so thoroughly bought into hustle culture and the idea of work harder, not smarter, that they should improve no matter the cost. and it's killing them.

lino said he got PERMISSION to work out which implies that he asked. they COULD stop. they could do less. they could take time off. they could create a better work/life balance. these are not rookies who need to work and get their name out there so as not to fail. stray kids are like the third biggest boy group in the game rn. they literally could stop whenever they want and have down time. twice are allowed to. got7 was allowed to, before.

just based on what i've seen over the last ~6 years, jype is not a company that slave-drives their idols indiscriminately and demands more than they can give, as a rule.

skz would just have to express the desire to slow down, and something in their broken broken group dynamic, led as they are by a self-deprecating sacrificial lamb of a leader with too much pride and too much self-hatred to even see straight, will not let them do that.

they're tearing themselves to shreds and we just have to watch it happen.

that is why i'm upset.

[inkwell-and-dagger]

[Gin and Tonic Torture]

A/N: inspired by this post by @/whumpitisthen!!

CW: alcohol, heavy mentions of past whump, slight mention of gore, implied multiple whumpers,

DYNAMIC(S):

immortal whumpee (Rayan Hyacinth) — he/it

uhh- half human half demon Funky Guy™ caretaker (Vesker Faithern*) — he/him

Vesker belongs to @paranoia-exe

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Going to a bar — of all places — was the last place Vesker had expected Rayan to persuade him to go to. Rayan had made an unusually speedy recovery from being captured for what was more than a month, give or take, and seemed utterly normal; save for the new scars across his skin and a little bit more light gone from his eyes. Nevertheless, Vesker was glad to have him back.

At the first pub they could find — Vesker didn't want to go too far in case they had to leave in some sort of emergency — and as soon as Rayan had a glass or two of the first alcohol that came to his mind, Vesker was.. immediately concerned. He didn't drink too much himself since he wanted at least one of them to be sober enough to drive the other home, but obviously Rayan was keen on being the person who had to be driven. Fidgeting with a shit-eating grin on his face, hand clasped around his half-empty glass as if it'll be ripped away if he loosens his grip on it the tiniest bit, meanwhile Vesker was watching with a small yet fond smile from beside him.

At one point, Rayan paused, breath stopping in his throat entirely as his hand patted down his chest, then to his neck, searching for the pulse there. After a couple moments, he sighed in what Vesker could only assume was relief, followed by a drunken giggle.

"..Rayan?"

"Oh.. Oh! Yeah, I uh.. sorry, I forgot something."

Vesker raised an eyebrow. "What did you forget? We've got your phone, my phone, keys to the car and the house are in my p—"

Rayan's laugh interrupted him, innocent as it was. "I forgot I had a heart, silly!"

Vesker's blood ran cold.

When Rayan noticed his fiance's bewildered expression, he raised an eyebrow, grinning dumbly. "What? I didn't tell you? Uh.. Well, there was, there was one time when Foster sorta, uh..." He made a gesture toward his chest, hand grasping at air in the same place to where his heart was. "..Took, my heart?? That's when I learnt immortals like meee.. can regrow organs!"

But Vesker's eyes were transfixed onto Rayan's chest. He was about to speak, voice his concerns of why Rayan hadn't told him, before the latter put his hand flat on the table. He pulled his sleeve up with a giggle, pointing to a stitched up scar winding fully across his wrist. "Oh, also this! I like this one. So uh- so one, uh.. at one point, I tried escaping which- obviously Foster and Es and whatnot didn't like, so- y'know- so when I was taken back into the basement Madir came in and nearly fully severed my hand off! It was uhm- before he cut my leg off so he did break my legs too, but—"

Rayan's rambling was halted with Vesker's hand rested atop his, voice strained with worry. "Rayan, please don't talk about that, es- especially not here."

"Oh, come onn, it's fucking funny! I was an idiot for trying to escape even after, I got thrown out a window by Ezra for that one- he's strong as fuck, by the way, I remember—"

The immortal yelped softly as he was pulled up, and before he knew it he was being dragged out of the bar. Vesker's voice sounded. "We're leaving."

This time, Rayan was the one who seemed surprised. Leaving?

He stumbled along dumbly, head already spinning, though tried to tug free of Vesker's grip when they got closer to the car. To no avail. "Wait- no, you- I don't wanna go, you can't take me back—"

Vesker's heart ached for the other man as he opened the backseat and gently pushed him in. Watching his eyes, betrayed and wide, follow him as he walked to the driver's seat and sat down, finally locking the car. It seemed as though, in this state, Rayan had a different idea of where they were going.

Vesker kept half of his attention on the road and on Rayan simultaneously during the car ride home. Rayan merely stared out the window, hunched up without having even bothered to do up his seatbelt, eyes wide and terrified. He looked paler in the midst of faint streetlights, even whiter so in the dark. Eventually, when Vesker had made sure he wasn't about to lash out or scratch at the car door or try, in some way, to get out of the car, he pulled his attention back entirely onto the road and getting Rayan home and in bed.

They had a bit of talking to do in the morning, hangover or not.

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[starrycat123-blog]

I have discovered why crocheters (generally) hold the yarn tail with their left hand.

Knitters (generally) hold it with their right, and I was taught knitting first, so I went into crochet happily holding the tail in my right hand.

Except the way I did it, I'd let go of the crochet hook (or hold it between my thighs), yarn over, and then pick the hook back up. Which turns out to be a lot of strain on a person's hands and wrists, especially the right side. my dominant side.

My overuse issues were not caused by this but rather by a passionate desire that occurred during my summer break wherein I was making an amigurumi (it was my first one) and was so engrossed in it that I'd be crocheting for as many hours a day as I could, every day for like. Two weeks, I think?

(I was young and overconfident, and I very much regret it. I know it was dumb. I probably read about it and just forgot as well. But crochet was the only thing I wanted to do, every day and all day, so I wasn't thinking. I don't want that lecture, I've learned directly via the horrors of life.) (but if y'all wanna share any hand-care tips and tricks I'd be thrilled to hear them)

I almost finished the project, just had some ends to weave in, when suddenly I found that my fingers/hands/wrists were so weak I could not push down the nozzle of a hand soap bottle with just my thumb like I used to. All buttons needed to be approached differently. (The microwave, etc, you get the gist). My hands would be like 'this is moderately hard work you should be paying us for' when I'd literally just be in the bathroom wiping my butt.

Hand and wrist overuse strain sucks by the way. And they'll happen to anyone and everyone, no matter how young and strong you feel!! I'm only 20! So do everything you can to avoid having this happen to you before you mess up your hands, possibly to the extent that they never feel the same again. A guideline I've read online is to take a 20-minute break every 2 hours, but you can also just take 20 minutes every time you even think they're tired, whichever would be more frequent. Don't make the horrible mistake I did!! Your hands are so important and you use them all the time. The list of activities you can do without them is very small and does not have the arts and crafts you love on it. You cannot 100% stay off them no matter how hard you try because you will always have to use the bathroom and open doors and eat food, and it will be a constant ache in the early recovery period which will last a while. Also idk if this will be applicable to everyone but I was prescribed a low dose of Prednisone to take for a week to aid the hand recovery and the pill tastes so bad. Sometimes I can swallow it quickly enough that the taste is less intense and doesn't last as long, but one of the days I had such a hard time with it that I managed to swallow the pill and then I threw up in the kitchen sink like five minutes later after feeling like garbage. It was like half bile cause I hadn't eaten much yet but it was still really unpleasant. To Conclude this paragraph: take care of your hands!!! It's so so important and you will regret it so so much if you don't. Doesn't matter how old you are. It's easy to forget that overuse is a thing that exists and can happen, especially if it's never happened to you. (first time for me. honestly I think it was thoughtlessness and not remembering the dangers rather than it being overconfidence.) Let my warning solidify into your mind as a rule that you will never forget. If you can learn this lesson via warnings rather than directly via the horrors, that would be ideal.

That being said. My hands/wrists/fingers are still not what they used to be (despite it having been two months now), and holding the yarn tail in my left hand significantly helps me now that I'm trying to start up crocheting again (in the hopes that the weakness in my hands is just because I've rested them and now they are not as muscular). I'm weak (or overcautious, but I'm leaning toward weak) still anyway though, can't even do a row of 48 sc (in the round. Idk if it's different straight across) without getting a little tired. Holding the yarn in my left hand balances the work that my hands do so it's a little more equal between my left and right. Which is nice :)

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 50

Warnings: The first like, half, sums up the last chapter, babes has a panic attack, trauma Word count: 4602

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 49 | Volt 51

I woke up to a bright light surrounding me. My whole body felt heavy and when I looked to my side, I wasn't expecting to see Dad, Pops and Hitoshi crying.

"How long was I out?" I tried to ask, my voice scratchy. "Dad? Pops? Hey, what's going on?" They flew forward and hugged me all at once. I finally let the tears fall, my body sore but I didn't care.

"You had us worried sick. And you were so beat up, you-" Pops tried getting out through tears but we all just had a cry session for a little bit until I sat up straight.

"Where is everyone? Did the League get caught? And Shiroka? Someone tell me what happened, please." I went to move one of my curls but hit myself in the face with a cast. Too many horrible memories coming back to me at once. Pops passed me my, now charged, hearings aids and I put them in gently.

"Let's have the doctor catch you up first, then we'll fill you in on the rest." I nodded and looked to the door where an older looking lady stood.

"Hi, Tsukare Onryo?" I nodded and sat up a bit. "Can you tell me what you remember?" I felt my heart start to race, hearing it on the monitor beside me.

"I- I don't wanna talk about it." The doctor nodded and wrote something in my chart.

"Well, you suffered multiple lacerations, internal and external bruising, first and second degree burns, and a stab wound to the thigh. Your right wrist was fractured, five ribs were strained and three were broken. Your left shoulder was dislocated and you also sustained a mild concussion." I took a deep breath and nodded, already feeling myself dissociate at what I was told. "We preformed minor surgery to remove the knife and put a metal clamp on your artery and reset some of your bones. Recovery Girl has been in here everyday working on something else to gradually work you up to being fully healed." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"How long have I been out?" She looked at my family and then back at me.

"You've been unconscious for five days."

"And what pain killers do you have me on?"

"We have you on a naproxen drip. Do you have any other questions for me?"

"Uh, when was the last time I was given my medication? I can feel my body going through withdrawal." She flipped through my chart and grew confused but came back with the pills. "Thank you."

"Onryo. We need to tell you something." I looked to Dad and tried to figure out how bad it could be. "All Might beat the guy in the mask, All for One, but he's out of commission now. He overdid himself and now he is stuck as his true form." I raised an eyebrow but he promised he would show me later. "When you're ready though, we have to go to the station to give your statement. Are you up for that?"

"Sure."

"Pops and I will go sign you out, we were told you were good to go as soon as you wake up thanks to the old lady." I nodded and Hitoshi handed me some clothes, pointing me towards the bathroom.

I made the mistake of looking in the mirror. A new scar went down my face to the top of my pectoral. New scars adorned my arms, torso, back and legs. My dark circles and bags looked horrendous and I even looked skinnier. My brother was silently waiting right beside the door as I came out, making me jump and let out a small squeak. He softly apologized and nodded his head towards the door.

"Hello, for filing purposes, would you please state your name?" Tsukauchi asked as he placed the rolling recorder on the table.

"My name is Tsukare Onryo."

"Thank you. Would you be open to explaining everything that happened up until you were kidnapped?" I nodded and swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Uh, we were at the training camp, in the woods that the Wild, Wild Pussycats own. The first two days were normal with training, and then the third night we had a test of courage. I was excited because this was my first one, it's almost like a ride of passage in the hero course and my brother and I watched a lot in the last few years." I took a deep breath as I tried to align my thoughts, not wanting to backtrack too much. "Uh, Midoriya and I were teamed up to go last. So we were waiting with Mandalay and Pixie-Bob. I smelled the smoke before I saw it, I also saw some of the noxious gas but at first I thought it was a trick of the light. Spinner and Magne came for the group of us first, Pixie-Bob got knocked out and Mandalay ordered us to go back to camp. I knew where Kota was, and I needed to get my brother out of there, I ran without thinking and Midoriya followed me. I sent him to the cliff side where Kota was, that was always his secret hideout, I was the only other person who knew where it was. I ran towards where I thought Hitoshi and Jirou would be and came across Kendo and Tetsutetsu from class B, they gave me some gas masks that Yaoyorozu made. I ran off again and found Hitoshi trying to carry Jirou.

"I carried them to one of the entrances and put gas masks on them. I started making my way back to the camp because I knew I wouldn't have been able to carry them both the whole way back and through the fight, that's when we heard Mandalay announce we could fight. I found Shoji and Tokoyami's quirks was out of control, we ran to Bakugou and Todoroki because we knew their quirks could counter Tokoyami's. Accidental blessing, Dark Shadow knocked out a villain with a bunch of swords coming out of his mouth. Sometime when we were running is when we heard the news that Bakugou and I were targets, Midoriya also joined us and his arm was busted. We had a great formation on getting back and I don't know when I got grabbed but next thing I knew I was being pulled through the warp guys portal and I was knocked out." I picked and pulled at my fingers nervously, not wanting to continue reliving this.

"Are you okay to continue?" I nodded, just wanting to get it over with. "What happened after you woke up?"

"I don't know what they were talking about before I woke up but Shigaraki wanted to recruit us. I woke up with a muzzle on and I.. I recognized one of the members. Dabi. I met him once when I was a little kid, he helped me get out of a big neighborhood I was lost in and gave me an old compass. They took the muzzle off and I used sign language and they tried to tie my hands, I freaked out. I broke the chair I was sitting in, and that's when they told us they wanted to recruit us. Then they brought in Shiroka. I tried to back away from her but Dabi put the muzzle back on. She was saying how my parents drilled lies and horrible things into my head but they would fix it. Started talking about how Toga might be able to convince me and we were warped to a room with no doors or windows. I don't know how long we spent in there but I lost a lot of blood and she drank some of it. She also collected some of it and ch-changed into Shiroka." I squirmed in my seat and harshly rubbed the scar on my neck.

"Take your time, Onryo. We aren't in any rush." I nodded and tried to control my breathing.

"I thought I was hallucinating from the blood loss until Bakugou saw it happen too." Tsukauchi nodded and continued writing, patiently waiting for me to continue. "I didn't stop fighting. They put me back in the chair and Spinner got really upset about what she did. He said that I was one of the few Stain approved of and I essentially should be treated better. Shiroka asked me to join again and I declined, she slapped me pretty hard. Then I realized there was probably a deal or money involved, maybe both." I shook my head as I tried to get back on track.

"What makes you say that?" I looked at him curiously, wondering if I was right.

"She's been trying to get to me at any cost. So whether it be if I joined she would become a benefactor of sorts for them. She would pay them to kidnap me for her. They get me, she gets the cops off their trail for a bit. I know Shigaraki was interested in me to begin with, but that definitely would've lit a fire under his ass." Tsukauchi laughed at my choice of words but nodded.

"Okay, what happened next?"

"Uh, my hands weren't tied again so I signed to Bakugou that there was probably money involved and they wouldn't kill me, so no matter what he couldn't break. They asked him what I said and he had me 'sign it again' so that he knew what to say. He told them I said I would join if he did and that they can keep it coming cause it was child's play. I turned off my hearing aids and said I didn't feel like hearing Shiroka screeching anymore. That's when she broke my hand." Tsukauchi gave me a disappointed look and I shied away. "I know I shouldn't have said it, but it was the only thing I could think of. Mostly Shiroka, Toga and Dabi hurt me. I don't know how long, I just kept trying to stay awake. Spinner and Magne were the kindest, Twice was nice sometimes, they would sneak us water and small snacks when the rest weren't around. I know all the broken bones were from Shiroka, some of the cuts too. The rest of those were from Toga and the burns from Dabi. They started going through my phone, trying to find one of my parents cell numbers, but Shigaraki couldn't figure out who was who."

"Why's that?"

"I have everyone in my phone named after a Pokémon, except family work numbers because those are more serious." Tsukauchi set down his pencil and started laughing as he put his head down.

"He couldn't figure out who your parents were with nicknames? What are their Pokémon?" I looked at him confused. "Don't act so shocked, I have a four year old at home who is currently obsessed with Squirtle."

"Dad is Drowzee and Pops is Jangmo-o." He tried to stifle his laughter but he couldn't.

"I don't know how they didn't crack it but I'm glad they didn't."

"Probably because my name for my phone is Whismur and Hitoshi's contact is Espeon." Tsukauchi clenched his stomach as he laughed.

"I see. So back on track, they found the work numbers?"

"Yeah, Shigaraki set up the camera to take a video. Shiroka told the league that they were my parents."

"And that's when you got the idea to use sign language?" I nodded quickly.

"Yeah. Sometime after that we saw the conference and they started going on their tangents again. They let Bakugou and I out of our chairs and we got ready to fight, then the rest happened. When we got teleported again, some of our classmates rescued us and Bakugou flew me up in the air to them with an explosion. After that I woke up in the hospital and now I'm here." Tsukauchi let out a breath, nodding as he mulled over what I said.

"And between the time the video was taken and the conference, did the violence s-" I shook my head, cutting him off. "Alright. Do you have any questions for me?"

"Was anyone captured?" Tsukauchi looked surprised for a moment.

"I shouldn't be shocked at this point that you would cut to the chase, you've always been like that. We have Shiroka in custody, and her case isn't looking good for her. She'll most likely be sent to a high security prison. Your parents gave us permission to gather photo's of your physical state after the incident as evidence, along with access to the medical examiners official report and a copy of the video Shigaraki took. Those documents served as evidence for temporary holding until the official statement, after what happened, we will not be asking you to testify in court, the recording will serve that purpose. No other league members were captured outside of her and All for One. I do, however, have to leave shortly to interrogate Shiroka. Do you have any other questions for me?" I let it sink in and thought about what I could even ask at this point.

"I don't think so." He nodded and closed the manilla folder with his notes that he took and retrieved the recorder.

"Okay. If you think of anything, you know how to reach me. And Onryo?"

"Yeah?"

"You did great. I know this was hard and it's going to be for a while, but keep your head up." I nodded and he gave me a small smile before guiding me out of the room. My parents immediately pulled me into hugs, Hitoshi joining.

"I'm sorry." My brother whispered as he held me. "If I was just a little faster then, then none of this would've happened."

"Toshi, it's not your fault. I'm not mad at you. You don't have to apologize." He held me tighter and nodded. "I'm serious."

"Let's get home, little listeners." We nodded and followed our parents through the building.

"Young Tsukare!" My throat closed up at the all too familiar name. I turned and saw a skeleton of a man with blond hair running towards me. "You may not recognize me in this form, but I'm glad to see you're alright." My eyebrows furrowed.

"You're so small. It's like you deflated." I said blandly, still in shock. The retort earning muted snorts and chuckles from some of my family.

"Ah, yes. This is my true form. I'm glad to see you're alright, you gave us quite the scare for a while." I nodded and stared at my feet.

"Yeah, it wasn't exactly an ideal situation. Thanks though, for being apart of the raid." He gave me a thumbs up with a large smile. My family and I walked to the car, my phone finally being returned to me and clearly, I had missed a lot.

From Pikachu: Hey, I know you won't get these yet but please be okay

From Pikachu: I wish I could go for your rescue mission that our friends are planning but my parents picked me up from the hospital and are keeping me under a tight watch

From Pikachu: I'm glad you're okay, please pull through this and wake up soon

From Pikachu: I got to visit you in the hospital, my parents let me go with Sero, we brought you some things for when you wake up and your parents took them home for you so they wouldn't get that hospital smell

From Pikachu: I don't think Aizawa was too happy about me being there after he saw us cuddling

From Pikachu: Please wake up soon, I miss you

From Boldore: You passed out before I could say a thing to you, but I'm glad you're alright. We miss you man

From Boldore: Our group isn't the same without you dude

From Boldore: Please wake up soon man

From Rayquaza: We all miss you Onryo, you gotta wake up soon

From Rayquaza: I heard you broke your arm too, hopefully Recovery Girl can help with that

From Rayquaza: We all came to visit you, but your Dad kicked us out after a while

From Venomoth: Hey Tsukababes! You better wake up soon, okay?

From Venomoth: I'm serious, we all love you and need you awake now!

From Scraggy: Hey

From Scraggy: You gotta wake up soon man

From Scraggy: Denks and I visited with my family, the kids wanted to see you

From Scraggy: The twins wanted to color on you, they thought your scars were made to color in the lines, you might make them want to be tattoo artists

From Scraggy: Hinata asked why his Uncle Ryo was sleeping so much

From Scraggy: Please wake up dude

From Regice: I hope you're okay.

I put my phone down and wiped the stray tear that fell. I wasn't expecting my friends to visit me.

"Have I missed anything else these last few days?" I asked my parents as we got into the house, immediately I picked up Mittens and cradled her to my chest as best as I could.

"Aside from All Might's reveal, we're going to be switching to a dorm system about a week and a half before the next term starts. We're also going to train for ultimate moves so that you all are ready for your licensing exam." I nodded to Dad's words, understanding why those would be a priority. "The things your friends brought to the hospital are in your room, we made sure to leave the name cards with the ones we could." I nodded and pulled my family in for another group hug, needing something to ground me.

"Do you need anything before you go check everything out?" I stepped back and before I declined, I remembered something. I rushed upstairs and came back down, giving them the compass.

"Get rid of it, please? I don't want to look at it. He's not the same person and after everything I just, I don't want it anymore." Pops nodded and kissed the top of my head before taking it.

"We'll hand it over to Tsukauchi and tell him we don't want it back. Go de-stress for a bit. I'll make you lunch and then we can have strawberry ice cream later." My head perked up at the sound of my favorite flavor.

"With too much chocolate syrup and whipped cream?" He chuckled at my query.

"Duh, it's the only way you'll eat it." I gave him another hug and went upstairs. In my rush earlier I didn't gather just how much was on my bed.

There were blankets and stuffed animals, some fake flowers, books and snacks.

Sato left me some cookies, Yao-momo gave me a picture of the class in a frame, Mina gave me a scrapbook, Todoroki left a comedy movie and a bag of popcorn. Some classmates left flowers, others left chocolates, quite a few left a small stuffed animal. Midoriya gifted me a rare Eraser Head figurine, Kirishima got me a red croc keychain, Sero gifted me a very warm blanket and Denki made me something labeled a smile jar accompanied with pikachu and whismur plushies. I hugged both of them close to my chest and took a deep breath before texting everyone back.

Tsukababes Pokémon

From Espeon: Please don't blow up the group chat or Onryo's phone. He woke up today and we just got home a little while ago. He'll respond on his own time.

From Venomoth: WHAT!!!

From Venomoth: THATS HUGE NEWS

From Boldore: Hell yeah! Tsukabro's back!!

From Boldore: How ya feeling man??

From Rayquaza: Onryo's awake?!

From Scraggy: About time!! How're you feeling?

From Pikachu: WHAT

From Pikachu: ONRYO WEVE MISSED YOU

From Pikachu: DID YOU GET OUR GIFTS

From Pikachu: HOWRE TOU FEELING!!

From Espeon: That's exactly what I said not to do.

From Pikachu: Well we're excited!!

From Pikachu: How could we not be??!??!!

From Whismur: Hey guys, sorry I'm still kinda out of it

From Whismur: Thank you guys for the gifts and the cards, I love all of them

From Whismur: And I'm feeling okay I guess, I'm still pretty sore and I have a cast for now but that's about it

From Whismur: If you guys want we can have a group call tomorrow after I'm more settled in again

From Boldore: I'm so happy you're okay dude

From Boldore: Tomorrow works for me

From Venomoth: Of course Tsukababes!

From Scraggy: I'm down! You need your rest, you feeling better is the main priority right now

From Rayquaza: Yeah!

From Pikachu: I'm just glad you're okay :)

To Regice: Hey, I just got home from the hospital, I'm feeling better already

I set my phone down and started moving things around, however I knew a lot of them wouldn't have permanent homes because of us having to move to the dorms in a week and a half. So I didn't focus too much on placement, mostly on just clearing my bed.

Pops knocked on my door and came in with a sandwich and a glass of juice before sitting down on the foot of my bed.

"Everything okay, Pops?" He licked his lips like he was nervous, his foot bounced in the air, his hands were folded in his lap. He was nervous. "Pops?" His head jolted up to look at me. "What's going on?"

"Sometime tomorrow a lady is going to come and check out the house." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Why? Are you and Dad selling it cause of the dorms?" Pops shook his head and fear settled in my stomach.

"Because of what happened at the camp and after, a social worker is coming here tomorrow to do a home inspection and ask us all a bunch of question. Your Dad and I are going to do everything in our power to make sure they don't take you two away. You and Hitoshi are our sons and nothing is going to change that." I sat next to him on the bed and rested my head on his shoulder. "It'll be okay. I promise, little listener. They aren't going to take you away." He pulled me into a side hug and held me there for a minute.

"Have you told Toshi yet?" My voice wavered as I spoke.

"Sho's talking to him right now, we figured we shouldn't overwhelm either of you with a big family meeting in the living room." I nodded and sat there, my nerves climbing exponentially. Pops' hand rested on my own, stopping me from scratching at my arm, my mind so clouded that I didn't even remember doing so. "It'll be okay. When have we ever let things stop us from being your parents?"

"Never." I mumbled out.

"Exactly." What he said after that faded out with anxiety overcoming me. My breathing picked up, the pain of it radiating throughout my torso, my heart pumped viciously and all I could hear was radio static in my head. My stomach churned and it felt like I was frozen in fear.

My body shook and I tried to steady my breathing.

'In and out. Just like Chiyo taught you. In. Out.'

'Come on lungs, work.'

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks and my arms tingled from panic. Through blurry eyes, I made out Pops crouching in front of me with the juice from earlier and my meds.

I couldn't move, my body was frozen. My brain didn't compute that I needed to grab the meds and take them. Nothing was working. My jaw clenched and unclenched from the pain, my breathing wasn't slowing down. I saw a mess of purple hair in front of me, his lips were moving but I couldn't make out what he was saying, but I let out a strained word of acknowledgment and it all stopped.

My mind went blank and I felt like I was peacefully floating in a pool. I watched my hand reach out and take my panic attack meds, my chest rising and falling slow and rhythmically. My racing heart slowed to a melodic pace with the occasional hiccup, one where I felt sane having it. It felt like hours and seconds passed at the same time before I regained control of my body again.

"Thank you." I said softly as I looked to my brother, him and I having talked about this before and even having done this once or twice.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He shot me a look, our Dad giving me the same one. "Really, I'm feeling better now." Hitoshi and Dad sighed but nodded.

"Okay little listener, try and eat your lunch and then we can have ice cream later." I nodded and watched as our parents left the room but Hitoshi stayed, sitting himself on my bed.

"I'm making sure you're actually okay." I rolled my eyes and sat down at the head of my bed, pulling over my plate.

"I'm fine, Toshi." He rolled his eyes and grabbed one of the tiny stuffed bears I was gifted.

"Bullshit."

"Language." I jokingly scolded.

"Like you have any room to talk." He muttered and tossed the bear at my head.

"Touché. But really, I'm fine."

"You're not and you don't have to lie to us about that. I can get lying to our friends because we've only known them for a few months. Dad and Pops I can get a little bit because it can be hard to tell them how you really feel. But you're my brother, I don't.. I don't want you to feel like you have to lie to me too." I looked at my brother in shock, not realizing until now just how much me dismissing problems effected him.

"So you admit they're our friends finally?" He tsked and shot me a pointed look.

"I'm being serious."

"Me too! I never thought you would've admitted that our classmates are your friends too!" I stated before taking a bite of my sandwich. The taste of real food making my stomach very happy. "Look... If I'm not at least fine, then I don't know what I am. And that's- that's more terrifying then actually acknowledging my bad days. I'm not okay after what happened, I know I'm not and I know nobody is expecting me to be. So until I'm better then.. I'm fine. I'm still the sunshine friend and if I'm not the sunshine friends then I'm fine." He stared at the blanket on my bed as he took in what I said.

"You're allowed to not be 'just fine'. You're allowed to admit that you're hurting or you're sad or you're depressed or whatever you think you might be feeling. You don't have to put on this mask when you're home." I shut my eyes tight with my head hung.

"I know but I'm fine. I know you care, I know people worry but I'll be okay." He sighed and looked at his hands.

"So he got you pokémon stuffed animals to match your contact names?" I looked beside me and smiled at the two pokémon.

"Yeah. How bad do you think Dad's gonna react if he finds out about the kiss?" Hitoshi snorted and gave me a pointed look.

"He probably already knows. He has parentuition." I laughed softly and nodded.

"You have a point."

[kazanskyy]

how about greg's birthday? does he get something extra special from tom? what if his birthdays were never really celebrated in his house, and so, like, he doesn't mention it, but tom figures it out. what about... that?

about a month after italy, it occurs to tom that he doesn't know when greg's birthday is. the idea that he already missed it this year is abhorrent to him, but he also doesn't want to ask greg when it is because getting confirmation from greg that tom missed his fucking birthday would make him feel even worse.

so tom maaaaaybe abuses his powers just a little to pull up greg's waystar personnel file and check his DOB.

Date of Birth: 08/08/1988

Tom lets out a sigh of relief. He didn't miss it.

It is, however, coming up fast.

Greg's turning 31 in less than three weeks.

And Tom's going to make sure it's special.

~

The last time anyone really gave a shit about Greg's birthday he was still in his single digits, so he's pretty used to his birthday being just like any other day at this point.

It's fine, really. It doesn't bother him anymore. Really, it doesn't.

Today is just another Thursday to him.

Or at least it had been, until Greg opened the door to his office to a face-full of balloons.

"W-What the fuck?" Greg splutters, batting back the balloons in shock. There's gotta be at least 30 in here.

"Good morning, birthday boy."

Greg turns towards Tom's voice to see the man in question perched comfortably on the edge of Greg's desk.

"Did you do this?" Greg asks, gesturing broadly at the balloons.

"31 balloons for your 31st birthday," Tom confirms. "It's only fitting."

"Oh my god," Greg murmurs, a little at a loss. No one's ever -- it's been so long since someone even cared that it was his birthday, let alone did anything for it. "Tom, holy shit, you didn't have to, like, do this for me?"

Tom frowns. "Don't be stupid, Greg. It's your birthday. You think I would forget your birthday?"

"I- " Greg grabs at one of the ballon strings and wraps it around his finger, fiddling. "I didn't even know you, like. Knew when it was?"

"Well," Tom says, pausing slightly, "I do. Obviously. So. Happy birthday. Do you want your present now?"

Greg feels something warm and fluttery bubble up in his chest. "You got me a present?"

"Yes, I got you a present." Tom looks at him oddly. "Jesus, Greg, do they not have birthdays in Canada?"

Greg laughs, a little strained. Yeah, they definitely have birthdays in Canada. Just...not Greg. Not so much. "O-Okay, sure. I'll take my present now."

"Thought you might."

Tom produces a small wrapped box from behind his back and hands it over.

Greg takes it, unwraps it, and opens it carefully, revealing a black leather pouch with 'IWC Schaffhausen' branded in silver on the flap.

Inside, a platinum and rose gold watch ticks away.

It looks expensive.

"Oh, wow." Greg pulls the watch from its pouch and brings it to his wrist. It's definitely big enough, and the round face of the case looks proportionately sized to Greg's wrist.

It's beautiful.

"Tom, this is - " Greg swallows, a little overwhelmed. "This is really nice, man."

"I know you've got that one from Kendall," Tom says, and Greg has to hold back a wince. The one from Kendall. Right. The one that wiped out Greg's entire savings account and then some. "But I thought you should have another option. In case you wanted it."

"Right," Greg says. He looks down at the Rolex on his wrist. Which has, once again, stopped fucking telling time.

He lifts his hands to Tom, offering his wrist and the watch Tom got for him.

"You wanna change 'em out for me?"

Tom's eyes seem to darken. Greg wonders vaguely if Waystar's having electrical problems again.

"Yes," Tom says, voice a little lower than before. "Yes, I can do that."

Tom's fingers are warm against Greg's wrist, unclasping the Rolex and sliding it off, setting it behind him on the desk. Then he guides the new watch onto Greg's arm. He leans in closer as he fastens it, taking care not to catch any of Greg's arm hair in the clasp.

By the time Tom straightens back up, Greg's feeling...well. He's feeling a little warm in the face. He hopes to god Tom doesn't notice.

"There," Tom says, eyes still fixed on Greg's wrist. "So -- what's the verdict?"

Greg shakes his wrist slightly. The watch is a cool, solid weight on his arm, and it shifts like it's perfectly-fitted. It looks elegant. Stately. But somehow not ill-suited to Greg's style.

It does, also, look a bit like something Tom would wear.

"I love it," Greg says honestly. He looks at Tom, and finds Tom already looking at him. "Thank you, Tom. Seriously, this is like -- this is so fucking nice, dude. I don't even know what to say."

Tom waves a hand dismissively. "Don't -- I'm just glad you like it. I thought it would suit you, but I wasn't sure where you stood on red gold, so it was a bit of a gamble."

"Well, I really like it, so," Greg offers him a little smile, "I think your gamble paid off."

"Yeah, well," Tom reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out something small and silver, before closing his fist around it. "I've got one more gamble here for you, if you're interested."

Tom extends his fist, palm-side down.

Greg meets him halfway -- hand open, palm up.

Tom drops a key into Greg's hand.

"Oh," Greg says, a little confused. He pulls the key up to his face, but he can't make out any identifying information. "Does this, um. Does this open something I should know about?"

"Remember that condo tour I had you tag along on last weekend?"

"Yeah?" It hadn't exactly been the highlight of Greg's weekend -- traipsing through real estate that was just a sore reminder of the apartment Kendall had snatched back from him last month. Tom had helped him find a short term rental for the moment, but even that was a bit beyond Greg's financial means right now.

"You seemed to like that one," Tom says, as if Greg's opinion of his potential bachelor pad is of any importance, "and it has three bedrooms, so. I thought maybe you would like one of them."

Greg laughs.

Tom's face falls.

Wait.

Greg's stomach swoops. "Wait, are you serious?"

"If you don't want to, that's fine." Tom reaches for the key, like he's going to take it back.

"Wait," Greg pulls the key away, clutching it against his chest. Out of reach. "Tom, that was real question. Are you being serious? This isn't a joke? You're actually offering?"

"Of course I am," Tom says, prickly. "Why would I joke about this?"

Greg scans his face. Tom's got the beginnings of an angry pout going, which means he's actually a little upset.

Which means he's telling the truth.

He's offering Greg a home.

"Oh my god," Greg breathes, and then pitches forward to pull Tom into a hug.

Tom lets out a startled oof, arms curling around Greg's back immediately.

"Dude," Greg says, all-too-conscious of the way his lips are brushing against Tom's hair, "Tom, of course I'll move in with you."

The way that sounds registers a moment too late, and Greg winces, but then Tom's arms tighten around him and he feels Tom inhale sharply against his neck.

Oh.

Oh.

Heat prickles up the back of Greg's neck.

So it is like that, then.

Emboldened, Greg pulls back enough to press his lips lightly to Tom's cheek.

This time, Tom's gasp is audible. Greg watches the way his eyelashes flutter.

Those stupidly pretty eyes had been the very first thing Greg had noticed, the day he met Tom.

They're still just as pretty.

Greg wills himself to pull back, releasing Tom from the hug and putting a step or two's distance between them before Greg does something a little too bold.

Those sea-blue eyes follow him, wide and searching.

"I think this might be my best birthday ever," Greg admits, quiet. "So, seriously -- thank you."

"I - " Tom's voice cracks. He clears his throat roughly. "I haven't even told you about your birthday dinner yet."

"You're taking me to dinner, too?" This time, his wording is deliberate.

"I -- yes. Yes," Tom says. His tone is pointed. "If you'd like me to."

Message received, Greg thinks. They're speaking the same code now.

"Yeah, Tommy," he says, "I'd like that."

Tom's cheeks pink, ever-so-slightly. "Okay. Dinner it is."

"Dinner it is." Greg echoes, grinning.

Yeah.

Definitely the best birthday ever.

[nakachuchu]

The Private Tutor | Sub! Oikawa Tooru (nsfw)

SYNOPSIS: AU - He's your private tutor, but there's not much tutoring happening behind locked doors.

READER: rich! female

INCLUDES: femdom, seduction, small age gap, mommy kink, overstimulation, edging, bit gag, bondage, blindfold, vibrator, anal plug, dog ears, handjob, choking, saliva, dacryphilia

WORDS: 1364

WRITTEN: 05/22/2021

NOTES: This is for @tobios-housewife femdom event! Make sure to check out everyone's work for the event! This fic didn't turn out as rough as I originally planned but my moods change too often lol. I was also debating between a milf reader or young adult, but I thought it was fun to see Oikawa submitting to someone even younger than him.

You came from a rich family, so your parents had the money to hire a private tutor for you. You had gone through many tutors because you were picky when you were younger.

When you were eighteen, in your last year of high school, you got a new private tutor to help you with your exams. His name was Oikawa Tooru and you were infatuated with him as a teenager.

It had started with simple touches to his upper thigh whenever he sat next to you. His glasses would start sliding down the bridge of his nose because of how hot and nervous he was.

He knew it was wrong. He was six years older than you, after all. But you were so alluring that it was hard for him to not be excited by the thought of you having your way with him.

You were all nice and bubbly on the outside with your family, so proper and elegant, but when you were with him, you were a seductress.

Of course, you never did anything, even though you were of age. You'd tease him and stop right before anything got too serious, but you didn't do it to be nice. You did it to get him riled up, trying to rope him further into your web.

Well, it seemed to work. Years later after you had gotten into college, Tooru had finally submitted to you.

Your parents were thrilled to hear that he was a tutor that you liked, so they still kept him around. If only they know what the two of you got up to during your tutoring sessions.

"Mmm—"

Tooru was underneath you with a bit gag in his mouth. There was a cloth blindfold tied over his eyes. His tears dampened the cloth and you could see his tears staining his cheeks.

He was tied to the bed in a starfish position, completely naked. There were fluffy dog ears on his head and a dog tail anal plug stuffed into his ass.

You were holding a vibrator to his cock, cooing and awing at how purple and swollen it was, only to take it away right before he was about to cum.

"How many times has that been? The third time?"

He cried out, muffled by the gag.

"I know, Tooru. It must be frustrating. When was the last time we saw each other? Hmm, two weeks ago? You must have been so eager to see me. Well, that's what I thought, but you seemed to be having fun with that girl today."

"Mhm, hmph—"

"Sorry, I couldn't quite catch that," you said as you turned up the level on the vibrator.

He tensed up, back arching off the bed and arms pulling against the ropes around his wrists for a moment before falling back onto the bed.

"Mother says I have a bad temper sometimes," you said with a wistful sigh. "That I'm spoiled. I'm not spoiled, right? I'm entitled to my own thoughts and opinions. Oops."

You quickly tore off the vibrator from his throbbing cock before he could cum. He cried out for you, thrashing and pulling against the restraints placed on him.

You turned off the vibrator and sat down on your ass, letting out a loud sigh. Tooru strained his ears, trying to listen to what you were going to do next.

"Maybe we should call it a day. You must be tired from your other tutoring sessions."

He clenched his fists, shaking his head in denial of your words. He didn't want to stop, even if you were mad at him today.

He didn't mean to make you jealous. She was just another student he was tutoring for money, but you were different. You were his and he was yours.

"No?"

You crawled over him and sat on his chest, then undid the bit gag. You pulled it away from his mouth, watching the way his saliva stretched until falling.

"M-Mommy, d-don't," he cried. "I'm s-sorry."

"Really now?"

You got off being called ‘Mommy.’ You liked being the one in charge—the one with authority.

He sniffled and nodded. "I didn't—didn't mean to. Mommy's the only one for me. P-Please, I wanna see you."

Tooru wasn't this submissive usually. To the public eye, he was an energetic and dominant playboy. Of course, he stopped his playboy ways after starting a relationship with you but old habits died hard. Occasionally, his mouth would accidentally say something flirty to someone else without realizing it.

"You wanna see me? Do you deserve that?" you asked.

"I-I'm sorry. P-Please!"

You were a sucker for tears and he had given enough of that today. You brushed your knuckles against his tear-stained cheeks.

"What would you do if my parents saw you like this? Aren't you supposed to be the tutor to their sweet daughter?"

"But—"

"Teach me something, baby."

You could see his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. Your knuckles wiped away his tears and your fingers played with the hem of the blindfold.

"The—The p-value is a p-proportion: if your p-value is 0.05, that means that—that 5% of the time, you would see a test statistic at least as extreme as the one you found if the null hypothesis was t-true."

"Really? How interesting," you murmured as you lifted the blindfold over his head.

You readjusted the dog ears on his head before finally looking at him. His teary eyes were blinking at you, drawn up sadly as he begged for your kindness.

You reached back and squeezed his cock with one hand. He bit down on his lip, forcing back his moan. Your other hand reached forward to tug his lip from his teeth.

"You'll ruin your pretty face," you said. "It's the only part of you I like right now."

"I'm—"

You wrapped your hand around his neck and squeezed it. He whimpered and you could feel his cock throb in your hand.

Your thumb pulled his jaw down by the chin, opening his mouth. You leaned over and gathered your spit in your mouth before spitting it into his mouth.

"I bet you're thirsty, dog."

He swallowed it eagerly, making you chuckle at how obedient he was. You turned around, facing his cock. He whined at not being able to see you, even though he had a good view of your ass pressed against his lower abdomen from behind.

You stroked his cock in one hand while your other hand slightly tugged on the anal plug. He moaned, hips arching and turning to tell you he wanted more.

You played with the plug stuffed in his ass, pulling it until it nearly came out, only to let his backside suck it back in like the slut he was.

"M-Mommy, p-please," he cried.

"I don't recall the phrase 'Mommy, please' being part of statistics," you said as you wrapped both hands around his cock.

Your hands felt hot around him. Your thumb swiped over the sensitive head of his cock. He hoped you would find some kindness in your heart to allow him to cum this time.

"Nngh—"

“Cumming already, baby?”

“Y-Yes, f-fuck, M-Mommy,” he cried.

“It's okay, baby. I'll let you cum this time.”

“Th-Thank y-you—G-God—Nngh—”

His cum shot out, and if your face had been any closer, you were sure it would have splattered onto your cheeks.

He was panting heavily beneath you. A trail of drool escaping the corner of his lips as your hands slowed down. He occasionally twitched and whimpered, hips shifting to throw your hands off him.

Your hands slipped away from his cock gently, then you turned around to face him with a soft smile on your face.

“What a good boy,” you cooed, a hand reaching out to pinch his cheek.

“Hmm.”

He leaned into your hand, nuzzling his cheek against it as you opened your palm out to him. You smiled and leaned in to kiss his tears away.

“If you had been good from the start, this would have never happened.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“It's all right, Tooru. Now, let's get started on the second round. Let's start off with a chemistry fact, okay?”

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part VI/VII)

"the downfall"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

Tags:

Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadows @missmulti @accioweaslcy @andreaareynoso @georgeweasley16 @dianarte @skarlettmikaelson

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language, allusions to sex

A/N: my apologies for keeping y'all waiting for this one darlings, but here comes the next part YAYY! Enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

He had left me in the room that morning, alone, with regret and guilt straining my chest, with embarrassment and panic heaving over me, my only company being a terrible headache and a sore body.

I was still waiting for him to come back. Of course, he still lived in the apartment, but the day after, he slept at Shell Cottage because Bill needed help with the chores, and the next night at the Burrow because Molly had asked to keep an eye on 'the kids' —the kids being Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione— while she and Arthur were off to visit Andromeda, and at Lee's because Angelina was away and they were going to have a boys' weekend; in summary, he managed to avoid stepping into the flat while I was in there for an entire week.

I would be lying if I said the idea of moving out hadn't crossed my mind, but I knew I was being dramatic— we were being dramatic; we were adults, even if we forgot about it more often than not, and adults talk things out, so I decided to confront him at the only place I would manage to corner him; the shop.

When I descended from the office on the second floor, I spotted the ginger turning the 'CLOSED' to face the glass door. "Oi!" His head snapped to me as I climbed downstairs and he instantly walked to the shelves on the opposite side. "Can I have a word?" I requested, following him, only for George to move on to another shelf.

"Right now I'm quite busy." He replied, seemingly absent-minded as he pretended to check the products in front of him.

"This is important." I insisted, moving to stand besides him.

Not fast enough, though, because he was off to yet another part of the shop as soon as I got close. "I'm sure it can wait."

"You know it can't," I assured intently, stalking after him, only for him to speed up his own pace, moving from product to product without stopping too long in front of him. "George I'm- Oi, stop! We need to talk about this!"

"Well maybe I don't wanna talk about this!" He exclaimed, taking big steps under one of the stairs in order to shamelessly dodge the hand with which I had reached out to stop him.

"George Weasley don't run away from me!"

"I'm not running away from you!"

"You're literally RUNNING AWAY!"

He stopped circling the counter and stood across from me, slamming his palms over the till. "ALRIGHT, LOVE!" for the first time, I didn't like the way the name dripped off his tongue. "Let's talk about how we accidentally FUCKED! That's what you want so badly, isn't it?!" Flush crept up his neck and ears, and I couldn't tell if it was from anger or from timidness. "Go on, darling, lead the bloody way!"

I felt my own cheeks going red, partly because of his straightforward statement but also because I genuinely had never heard George raise his voice like he had just done.

"Cat's got your tongue now?!" My stuttering seemed to fuel his anger more. "C'mon, Y/n, talk! You wanted to talk!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, GEORGE!" He clenched his jaw as his freckles drowned in a sea of pinkish red. "Yeah I want to talk! 'Cause that's what grown-ups do! We don't know how to act around each other so we just don't spend time together anymore— Fuck, I've barely seen you! AND WE. LIVE. TOGETHER!" I emphasised each word with stomps. "We can either pretend it didn't happen or talk it out to make sure we're on the same page, you choose but for Merlin's sake, don't avoid me!"

"OKAY!" His eyes widened, surprised at his own tone, and then he repeated in a softer, self-conscious one, "Okay." He breathed deeply and then added. "We're on the same page, right?" His eyebrows raised as he looked into my eyes. "It was... A mistake."

I should have noticed the uncertainty and hope in his voice, but I panicked and was too quick to respond, "Yeah! A massive mistake." My words stung my heart and, to my dismay, his own just as much. "Can we go back to being friends? Because I'm going crazy without you." I blamed our watery eyes to the argument we had had, and not to the fact that it had been a mistake.

He circled the counter and walked to me, hesitating before pulling me into a hug. "Can I...?" I tugged him closer, wrapping my arms around his middle. It took a moment for him to ease into my embrace, and I could tell we had fucked up our friendship for good. "It's alright, we'll make it right again." His words made me squeeze him tighter, as if he was about to vanish from my side.

And from then, we tried to make it right, we tried so hard, because it seemed so easy to make it wrong again.

Everytime we stood too close, everytime he leaned on to whisper something, everytime I helped him with his tie, our eyes would fall on each other's lips; I would sometimes drift off the conversation, staring too much at his mouth and hands, wandering if they would feel just as amazing as they had done while we were drunk.

"Y/n are you listening?"

"Uh yeah- I mean, no- sorry, what?"

I was so focused on trying to hide it that I didn't notice George was in the exact same situation, meaning that neither of us could give in, because we would go down together. In all honesty, it was doomed to happen at some point, we were just delaying the inevitable.

The moment came the last night of January, when George showed up in my room due to a really rough nightmare, and I, as always, invited him in so we could lay down together.

"Isn't this... Weird?" He murmured as we scooted closer. We had kept physical contact at bay for obvious reasons, and cuddling had been off the table since New Year.

"It doesn't have to be." I replied, my voice as quiet as his. "We've done this a thousand times."

"Right." He cleared his throat, averting his eyes from mines as we shifted in our places ever so slightly, trying to find a position where the situation turned less awkward.

And it happened, my mind got lost on the way his neck tensed, on the damp locks hanging over his forehead, sweaty due to the nightmare; on his plump lips, which he had just wetted with his tongue in the most subtle way. It was a nervous habit of him, something he would usually do, but that didn't make it any less hot.

"George..." I called his name without noticing, my heart hammering violently against my chest when his gaze landed on my eyes, quickly falling on my lips.

The next thing I knew was that he was holding my thigh over his hip, his other hand on the back of my neck while we shared a hungry kiss that, as soon as my hips involuntarily rocked against his, turned into something more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

The next morning we swore to each other that it was just another accident, that it would happen again.

And the next one too.

And the following.

The fifth time that happened, we agreed to call the situation a 'friends with benefits' kind of thing, well aware that it was an euphemism for the downfall of our friendship.

I had longed to be hers for so long, and it that moment, as I lay by her side in her bed, that wish seemed so close yet so far; I could reach out and my fingertips would touch her skin, yet I had never felt that distant towards her.

The moment my eyes were averted from her form, her gaze was laid on me. "You don't have to go."

"I know." I replied in a mumble, already sitting up and reaching for my pants. "But soon we'll have to get up, so I might as well do that and let you sleep." I didn't want to turn around, I didn't want to see her beautiful irises pleading for me to stay by her side, because I knew I would.

I saw on my peripheral vision her fingers attempting to carefully wrap around my wrist, and I was quick to stand up and walk to the door; sadly, I did not miss Y/n burying her face into the pillow, her hands fisting on the fabric ever so subtly.

She tried to hide her tears like that, and I agressively wiped mines as soon as I reached the corridor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Morning, lady!" I light-heartedly greeted Y/n without turning my back to the making of our breakfast when I heard the steps approaching the kitchen.

In the morning it was easier to pretend everything was back to normal; usually, the refreshing sunlight and the drowsiness provided by a night of sleep were enough to wash away the sad truth of our relationship.

"Good morning, sir." She responded with a yawn, rubbing her eyes as she walked to stand besides me, leaning against the counter with her arms folded. "Smells good." She commented, leaning on to take a peek at the scrambled eggs.

I was about to make a cocky, playful comment when it dawned on me what she was wearing; it was my jumper, one of the old ones that I exclusively used for pyjamas.

I knew she didn't do it intently; I had left it on the floor the previous night, and it was probably the first thing she grabbed, but it struck a nerve.

I had seen a similar scene way too many times before; a sleepy, dishevelled Y/n entering the kitchen with an ugly Weasley jumper as only clothing, ready to start the bickering with an almost identical version of me who would be making breakfast.

My head then travelled to the thought that lately crossed my mind more often than not and my heart clenched; In Y/n's eyes, I was, most likely, just a poor replacement for Fred.

"You alright?" That worried furrow appeared between her brows too often lately. We were both walking on eggshells, and it got me on my nerves.

"You don't have to ask if I'm alright every time I'm quiet." I hadn't meant it to come out harsh or curt, but it definitely did.

"You're not quiet, you're overthinking." She responded with a tinge of hostility.

"What's to overthink?" I fought the need to raise my voice.

"Dunno, you tell me." She squinted her eyes with a scrutinising gaze directed to me.

"Can we not do this?" I almost pleaded; heated arguments had become a usual thing between us —yet another sign of the unfixable problem we refused to address.

Y/n was about to reply something that would lead us into a fight when the doorbell rung. "Mister Weasley?" I took that as a cue to go open the door to Verity, already dressed on her uniform. "The Valentine's Day products arrived, should I unpack them or..." Her eyes flickered behind me and her cheeks heated up. "Y/n—" When I looked over my shoulder, I felt my own face flushing out of embarrassment. Y/n was still my employee and Fred's ex, so Verity catching a glimpse of her dressed in my jumper wasn't the best thing for any of us. "I— am I— sorry, am I interrupting?"

"You're not interrupting." I assured her with a reassuring smile. "Leave the boxes on the puking pastries section, we'll be down in ten."

"Alright, sir." Her curious gaze travelled to Y/n one last time, and with that, she was rushing back down to the shop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

The ache that had appeared on my chest the day after New Year would end up killing me, or at least it felt like that.

I had a dreadful gut feeling of knowing what caused that pain, but my mind refused to believe it was that, and kept pushing the sensation back into my heart day by day.

George had gone to relocate the puking pastries in the upper level of the shop so I could prepare the section with the Valentine's Day products.

My eyes dawned on the small packages of Amortentia. I knew it was a terrible idea but I needed to know.

I took a look around, making sure Verity wasn't near and George was up still, and brought one of the Amortentias under my nose. It didn't take long for the scents to besot me, and I had to put all my will on not to fall under the potion's spell.

The first smell to reach my nostrils was gunpowder; my heart skipped a bit when the next scent was vanilla.

Then strawberry and chocolate; candy floss cupcakes and George's cologne.

The tiny, heart-shaped bottle fell from my hands, scattering all over the shop's floor. "Shit!" I rapidly kneeled to pick the shattered glass when I realized it had echoed in the empty establishment.

"Oi! What was that?" George descended from the second floor, using the ladder. "Oh shit—" his hands took a hold on my bicep and pulled me away from the pool of pinkish pearl liquid that seemed to be attracting me. "Don't!" He warned Verity, who had attempted to jog in the potion's direction too. "Verity, can you bring me my wand?" The girl complied running up to the office.

In Verity's absence, George took the chance and cupped my cheeks, tilting my head up to check my eyes. "You alright?" I managed to give him a slow nod, my mind buzzing with the newly acquired information. "Getting the Amortentias was a bad idea, wasn't it?" I nodded again, producing a frown between his eyebrows. "No 'told you so'? Are you sure you're alright?" He chuckled nervously, his hands falling to his sides right in time for Verity to rush back to us.

"Here, Mister Weasley!"

"Thank you, darling." He politely replied, taking the wand and restoring the potion bottle in a swift movement. His eyes peeked at me again; I could see the worry growing on him. "Y/n-"

"I'm gonna go wash my face." The words hastily left my mouth before I dashed off to the restroom.

I closed the door behind me and took a look at the mirror; my pupils were blown and my cheeks pink. I ran the tab and splashed the water on my face a few times until the potion's mild effect was gone and my mind clear.

It was in that moment that it dawned on me that I was in love with George Weasley.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

CHOOSE

Alexander “Tig” Trager x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

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“So, what about (Y/N) and you?” Bobby asks sipping from his beer.

“What about what?”

“Ar'ya alrede' ‘official’”? Chibs adds while Jax, Juice and Happy leans above the table with a naughty smile drawn on their lips, palming the picnic table and making some noise.

“She's just a groupie, man”.

You can't hear Tig chuckling, because of the sound your heart does by breaking itself is louder.

“A groupie?” Jax's voice sounds confused, raising a blonde eyebrow as the palms stops.

“Yeah, you know. She's not one of those bitches that come here to eat us. But she's not my girl either. We just have fun”.

“You just have fun?” Juice asks incredulous, shaking his head just for a moment.

“Yeah, man! I must say I have eaten a lot of pussies, but, shit! Hers is a fucking delight. And she doesn' have any contagious disease, that's an important plus too”.

“If she was my mom, I would pull out your eyes”. The scratchy voice of Happy appears from nowhere, somewhat disappointed. “And I would eat them”.

“What the fuck?”

“Brother, that girl really lose her shit for you”. Bobby says, because it's something pretty obvious. “And you can say whatever you wan', but you're strained to the bone for that sassy girl”.

Tig's laughs flood the main yard, before drinking his beer.

“Man, you call her when we're ridin'. And her house it's the first stop when you come back”. Juice assures placing his forearms over the table.

“Yea', and you also have clothes in her house, and she in yours”. Jax hit the wood with his knuckles, watching the look on his face trying to hide how right they are.

“Oh! And remember that time (Y/N) told us that Tig brought breakfast at bed”. Ratboy palms Happy chest breaking into laughter, joying the talk, sitting by his side.

“We didn't even know you cook, brother”.

“C'mon, shut up!”

“And tha time ya brought ha' flowers”. Chibs points at Tig with pursed lips joking on him.

“Yeah, that was pretty romantic”. Jax continues with the jokes, making him feel angrier.

“I said she's just a fuckin' groupie. We fuck when I want. That's all”. Trager finishes the conversation, upset of their brothers teasing him about you.

Sitting on the sofa under the closest open window to them, you rest an empty beer on your lap. With your eyes on it and an incessant pain growing in your chest, lash after lash, you don't even know who the fuck are you. Then, the last year has been a lie. All those times he said he loved you, they were a lie. All those times he said he missed you, they were a lie. All those times he said you he didn't want a life without you, they were a lie. Like many others. Yes, he never asked you to be his girlfriend, but you didn't know he had to do it to make it ‘official’. You thought it was implicit in the fact that you really look like a couple. Not like Tara and Jax, but somewhat like. And it's confusing look back and seeing all the shit he did for you and all the shit you did for him, only to hear that your a clean pussy to put his cock in whenever he needs it. No feelings. No compromise. No nothing. Just sex.

You take off the black high-heels, holding them by the strips, leaving away the beer. Getting up and putting on well the dress you bought for him, feeling stupid on one of these garments, you walk barefoot towards the exit door at the end of the hallway' dorms. Your car is parked there. Safe from the Sons' of other subsidiaries and their non expected fights just for fun. The only thing you want to do is drive your way back home and hide in your bed of the shame you're feeling, after listening him talking like that about you with his friends.

“Brother, listen”. Jax sits on the nearest stool at the bar. “I lost Tara for fourteen years, don' commit my mistake”.

Tig has another shot, ripping his throat as he cleans his mouth with the back of the left hand.

“I was fuckin' scared of seeing that I was in love with her. We do all this shit that has our families in a continuous danger, but I don' regret about what I feel for my wife”. He defends the point of view he's trying to make him understand. “She's a good girl and you look focused since you met. Think about it”.

The other man doesn't say anything with the blue eyes placed on some bottles in front of him.

“You ok?” Tara's voice pushes you to reality.

You shake your head somewhat confused, raising your gaze towards her.

“I've been standing there for the last five minutes, without you noticing it”. She chuckles, closing the door behind her back to have a sit at the desk, having a quick look of the medical records on it. “Too much work?”

“I wish… It's been a quiet day and I need to distract myself”.

“It's everything okay? Didn' Tig like the dress?”

By the look on your face, putting away your eyes, Tara knows something isn't going well. You leave a heavy sigh, closing your eyes just to contain a wild tear.

“I'm just a… pussy for him”.

“What the hell…? Don't tell that, (Y/N). Maybe he's not the most romantic man on earth, but he loves you”.

“Yes, that what I thought”. Laughing somewhat bittersweet, you put your arms above the table. “Last night I heard him talking with the guys. Telling them I'm just a groupie to fuck when he needs it”.

The woman snorts resting her back on the chair, rubbing her eyes with both hands.

“The only difference between those... bitches he used to fuck and me, it's that I don't have HIV”.

“Maybe he was dru—”.

“I never heard Jax talk about you, as Tig talked about me, when he's drunk”. You reiterate shrugging your shoulders. “He just… told me all that bullshit about love and a family and a future to suck his cock. And I was so fuckin' stupid that I believed him…”

“I'm sorry, sweetheart”.

“Yeah, I'm too”. You answer getting up and taking off the medical gown to hang it on the coat rack. “I'm done with my meetings. Could you tell Marcia I wasn't feeling okay and I went home?”

“Yes, sure. Don't worry about it”.

All his stuff is already on a plastic bag. His clothes, his motorbike' things for when he travels… Everything. It was painful collect them all, with his smell flooding your room while you were keeping them. Placing it over the table in the kitchen, you sit there just waiting for him to come. You didn't call him, but even if he lied to you, you know something about him. So, when he didn't find you last night, he probably went first to the hospital by morning. And proving that you're right, the roar of his engine comes closer as he reaches your house. Crossing the back door in front of you, he takes off the helmet putting inside it the leather gloves and the sunglasses.

“Your boss told me you weren' feeling ok, what's up?” He asks truly worried, or at least seems like. Leaning forward he tries to kiss you, but you pull away your face without any words.

Now he's confused as fuck, getting up finding the bag on the table. Opening it with his forefinger to have a quick look twisting the neck just for a second, the blue eyes go straight you.

“What's that?”

“Your things. I want you to leave”.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” He demands making some gesture with both hands, as you get up of the chair.

“I'm not the one who lied every time I said ‘I love you’!” You push him away when he tries to take a step next to you, with all the pain concentrated on it.

“The fuck does it means? I didn' fuckin' lie to you”.

“Yeah, that's what you tell me in the meantime you tell your friends I'm just a clean pussy!”

“Who told you about that…?” He snorts cross-armed, supporting his waist against the counter.

“Nobody! I fuckin' hear you, Trager!” You scream totally mad, throwing him the plastic bag. “I just… fuckin' thought that someday you really would want to have a family... Shit, I'm so fucking stupid I feel so sorry for myself…”

“Sunshine, list—”.

“Go fuck yourself!” You push him away again, as he tries to grab your wrists, stirring under his grip. “You're a fucking dickhead!”

“Calm fuckin' down and listen!” He shouts at you for first time since you know him. Your heart stop, as your body does. Not because you're afraid, but because it's enough for you.

“I don' wanna see you anymore… Leave me alone”. You almost beg to him, shutting up some sobs stuck in your throat and your gaze away from the man.

He just nods in silence knowing that you are not going to come to your senses right now. So he grabs his things with anger, before throwing your house's keys on the table. Only when he disappear from the kitchen is when you break in tears. You had too much contained in your heart and you can't help but cry louder than never. Sometimes you have had fantasies about living together, having some free days and getting lost on the road, with nobody close to bother you. Sometimes you also have had fantasize of a kid running through your house calling him “daddy”. But it was just that. A year full of lies and a bunch of fantasies.

“What's that?” Bobby asks behinds the bar lifting up an eyebrow.

Tig throws the bag to the nearest wall, furious with himself and the way he has fucked up. His heart is beating fast, having a sit on a stool and grabbing a bottle of whisky to drink from it. There's no music in the clubhouse, just silence, so his guilty becomes louder of what he said. All those words dancing around him once and again.

“Clothes?” Juice asks taking the bag to open it confused.

“(Y/N) heard me last night”. He answers with his eyes getting reddened, trying to hold in the tears.

“I would have rip off your chest with a knife wetted on vinegar and salt”. Happy says without losing sight of the tip of the pool stick. After hit the white one, he raises his eyes towards him. “Later I would have pissed on you. Be thankful she kept your things in a bag”.

Jax looks at the ex-nomad not knowing why he's surprised about his threats. Walking close to Tig, with both hands inside the pockets, he supports a forearm against the bar.

“Now, what?” The president asks, lifting his chin in a simple gesture.

“Now nothing. I already lost her for being a fuckin' asshole. That's all”.

“Yeah, brotha, ya said fuckin' mean thengs bout ha'”. Chibs palms his back a little bit harder, making him spit the whisky in his mouth.

“Even if we were jokin'... Fuck man…” Jax shakes his head sighing, having a quick look of the Sons' faces. “Wan'me to talk with her?”

“No. I will… try to fix it”. He coughs by clearing his throat after the hit, having another sip.

“One year enduring your bullshit…” Bobby clicks his tongue, leaning above the bar. “I thinks it's fuckin' obvious what you should do, Tiggy”.

“Yes”. Juice, Chibs and Jax said in unison.

“That's the only way to fix it. And if you don' think so, then leave her alone”. In moments like that, Tig sees how much Jax looks like his father, with all those advices and wise words. “She's not a warm pussy, she's a woman who didn' care you're mentally fucked and who didn' care about what you do with the club”.

“I know…”

“Then, choose”. Palming the wooden bar, Jax finishes the conversation as if it was a table-business to Samcro.