#i could barely stand for 5 minutes without having to lean on something. all day. the first time i got up i had so sit back down cause i was

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[milkteabinniechan]

♡The Silk Thief's Embrace - Han Jisung

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: perv! Han Jisung x fem! reader

summary: You've been Han Jisung's neighbors for a few months now and he's only spoken a few words to you. But when you invite him over to help around the house, he helps himself to a little souvenir to take back to his bedroom.

warnings: panty stealing, panty sniffing, pervert behavior!! masturbation, humiliation

“On earth; or damned because, half animal, One lacks direct instinct, because one wakes, Afloat on movement that divides and breaks.”

Han stood in front of his bedroom fan as it ocellated back and forth across his body. With the cold air only lasting a few seconds as it swept across his bare skin. Summer had swooped in and landed smack dab in the middle of his apartment complex. The entire building felt like a sauna and Han’s tiny fan was doing little to relieve him. The one solace he had, however, was seeing you. Thursday was laundry day. So he knew that meant for just a few brief moments of the day, he would stand with you in a cramped laundry room and talk about your days.

Han gathered his clothes in a small laundry basket and made his way down the hallway towards the laundry room. It was still early and he knew you wouldn't be there yet, but he was hoping to snag the two good machines that actually worked properly. He turned the corner to see you already standing at the washing machine. You turned and smiled, taking notice of him almost immediately.

“Oh, hi Han! So hot today, huh?”

You pulled at the collar of your shirt and obnoxiously fanned your face. Your skin was glistening and glowing with small dew drops of sweat. Your hair clung to your forehead, while your cheeks blushed a flattering rosy hue.

Han stood in the doorway for a moment before coming back to his sensing and making his way to you. He loaded up a machine of his own and nodded his head meekly.

“Y-yeah… Hot.” He said under his breath, barely above a whisper.

You continued to fan your face and you leaned actually against the washing machine behind you, your arms bent back at the top like a model on the beach, advertising for beer or sunglasses. Han’s eyes raked over your entire body, his hands still loading the machine with clothes. His eyes trailed up from your legs to your hips. From your hips all the way up to your breasts. Then from your breasts to your lips. Han’s vision lingered on your lips for a moment before tracing back down to your hips. You wore these jean shorts that hugged your body perfectly. Every curve and dip of your figure poured into those shorts like a fine wine.

In another life, I want to come back as a button on her jean shorts.

Han stood up slowly and pressed the START button on his machine. The cycle began whirling and thumping around as the two of you stood in the noise for a moment.

“Han, could I ask you a favor? It's kind of last minute.” Your soft voice cut through the rumble of the laundry machines.

Han perked up, his eyes wide and attentive. He nodded his head slowly,

“Sure. What's up?”

You looked down at your feet for a moment, as if the favor you had for him was something awful or embarrassing. Eventually, you looked back at him with an unsure expression.

“My A/C unit has been acting up and I really don't want to have to buy another one. Do you think you could come take a look at it?”

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Han’s hands were beginning to sweat more than they already were. His mouth turned dry and the air in his lungs seemed to disappear for a moment. Somehow he willed the words “Yes” and “Sounds great” to come out of his mouth. You thanked him profusely and told him to be at your place at 6pm. You said you needed time to fold your laundry but Han didn't hear that part, his mind was elsewhere and now he just had to wait until 6pm.

Han stood outside your door that evening at 5:58pm. He fist hovered over your door and he stared at his watch. But without warning, you opened the door. You yelped at the sight of Han already standing there but quickly laughed it off. You motioned your hand inside and Han followed you. You started to walk towards your bedroom and Han was soon to follow. He immediately loved the smell of your apartment. The first scent was definitely your laundry detergent, something with lavender and lemon. The next scent was something sweeter, like baked goods. Had you been baking? He loved the idea of you baking muffins and cookies and other sweets.

“Here it is.” You stopped in front of your bedroom window where a large, and slightly rusted, air conditioning unit was wedged into the open window.

Han has recognized the model of a/c unit from his mother's house. She had never bothered to install central air so every summer Han went down to the basement and lugged up this behemoth of a device and placed it snug against the window of his mother's living room. Han looked over your air conditioning unit and gave a firm nod.

“I'll take a look.” He said confidently, giving you a soft smile.

You returned the smile and told him you would just be in the living room if he needed anything. And just like that you were gone. Han stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do next. He looked over the unit before crouching down in front of it. He noticed a small drip coming from the side and decided to follow it to its source. The search led him to a small tube that has been disconnected from the unit entirely.

Han smirked to himself and plugged the tube back into its proper place. He switched the unit on and soon felt the cooling arctic breeze of a functional air conditioner. Still crouched, he turned his body to shout the good news to you when his eyes caught something interesting.

Below your dresser, almost completely out of sight, was a pair of black lace panties. You must have missed them when you were putting your laundry away. They lay there on the carpet, almost calling out his name. Han’s breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight. He was frozen again and unsure of what to do. His mind was scolding him, telling him to get that perverted idea out of his mind. But his cock… his cock was pleading with him to grab those delicate lace panties and shove them around his shaft. Han shifted a bit in his crouched positions, eyes still fixated on your panties.

“How's it going in here?” Your voice rang out from the living room but was drawing closer.

Han had to make a decision. It was now or never. As you stepped closer to the bedroom doorway, Han reached his hand out instinctively and grabbed for the misplaced underwear. He hastily shoved them into the pocket of his jeans and stood up from the floor.

“All good! Got it working now.” He responded, still a bit out of breath.

You ran over to the A/C unit and breathed in the cold air. You shamelessly moaned from the sensation and thanked Han in an equally breathless voice.

Han walked out of your apartment as quickly as he could. You offered to pay him or even split a pizza but he made up some excuse about needing to get home right away. When he finally reached his own apartment, his heart was nearly beating out of his chest. He slid his hand into his pocket and felt the lace material against his fingertips. He groaned low as he slowly pulled the panties from his pocket and brought them up to his face, breathing in deeply.

The first initial contact of your scent flew up through his nostrils and straight to his brain. Every cell was on fire with lust. Desire was pumping through his face and it was all he could do not to whimper directly into the fabric draped across his face. He let your panties lay along the top of his face as he slid his hand down his pants. Any common sense that once occupied his mind was wiped away with the first whiff of your scent.

His hand slithered down past his waistband and found his cock easily like it had so many times before. But now there were already small beads of precum beginning to form and drip out of his needy tip. He was so achingly desperate for you. He could feel it. The way his hips moved into his hand like he was moving into you. He gripped his shaft tighter and picked up the speed ever so slightly. He leaned his head back against the door and imagined you sitting directly on his face. Perhaps he just pushed your panties aside. He imagined each lick he gave you, his tongue also gliding across the fabric of your panties. Just the edge of them, as you rocked your hips with the motion of his head. His tongue flicking and lapping your most sensitive spots.

Your panties shifted and moved on Han’s face as he continued to give his hard cock long, pleasing strokes. He whimpered softly into the material as it made its way to his open mouth. He tongue lolled out of his mouth as your lace panties coated his tongue. Han’s whimpers soon became louder and more pathetic as he tasted you. His tongue swirled around the delicate fabric of your stolen lace panties.

Han’s hand pushed through the final pumped until hot, thick ropes shot out and onto the floor. He let out a low, animalistic growl as he sprayed and covered where he stood. He laid his head back on the front door and sighed heavily. He felt satisfied and disgusting all at the same time. And he couldn't wait to do it again.

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[levis-poison-is-my-medicine]

Little Treats

(The Tea Lovers Pt. 5)

A Levi x reader fanfic

Crossposted from AO3

A/n: This update is a bit longer again, I hope you like it <3

tags: fluff and humor, silly and sweet, tea-obsessed fem!reader with their head in the clouds (word count: 2.95k)

(Part one) / (Levi x reader Masterlist)

Levi strode to your room without hesitation. His mind was filled with dread at the thought of all the creatively disturbing ways you might have drawn him.

The last one had been traumatizing enough, and you had drawn that as a sample for him. These, you had attempted to keep from him. There was no telling how deranged they would be. The thought made his steps quicken with urgency. He would make you hand them over. Better yet, he would make you burn them all.

He reached your door and knocked. There was no answer. Frowning, he knocked harder, calling your name.

The door opened just a crack. A face appeared, peering suspiciously out into the hallway. Her eyes widened in recognition when they met his.

"Captain Levi? Is that you?"

The door swung open completely, revealing a woman in a dressing gown squinting up at him in the dim light of the hallway. It was Nifa, one of your roommates. The room behind her was dark. "What's wrong?"

Only then did he realize what time it was. He scowled, cursing you under his breath while trying to think up an excuse to get out of this situation.

The young scout in front of him flinched. "I'm going to get her. Just a moment, please." Before he could protest, Nifa was gone again. He blew out a breath, defeated.

It took quite some time until you stumbled into the hallway, pushed by two other scouts. They immediately closed the door behind you to prevent you from going back inside.

"No fair", you mumbled, sleepily fumbling with the door handle. When the door didn't budge, you leaned on it instead, resting your head against the door frame. Your eyes were still closed.

Levi watched as you slowly slid down against the door. He cleared his throat. You didn't react, continuing your journey toward the floor. He sighed and took a step forward to wrap an arm around your waist, preventing you from falling.

Your head fell forward against his shoulder. "Hmm..." You sagged against him with a satisfied hum. "Bed," you murmured into his shirt.

"No," Levi said.

You muttered something unintelligible, muffled by the fabric. Then you snaked an arm around him, pulling him even closer. Levi stood very still. He had never been this close to you before. Your body was soft and still warm from sleep.

You sighed softly into his shoulder.

"Stop it. You're drooling."

"… Levi?" Your voice was a raspy whisper. You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, like you had only just noticed he was there. "Is it time for tea?"

"No. Go back to bed."

"Okay." Your body grew limb again. Levi sighed.

He carefully removed the arm you had wrapped around him and pulled away from you, steadying you with one hand and knocking with the other. The door opened instantly to the two women from earlier. He recognized them from Mike's squad, but couldn't recall their names. They shot him a long and curious glance. He could see Nifa standing behind them, barely visible in the darkness of the room.

"Go back inside," Levi told you and gave you a small push in the right direction. You plodded over to the women, who steered you back to your bed.

"Good night", he muttered before swiftly walking away.

– –

You woke up from someone shaking you by the shoulders. It was your roommate Nanaba.

"Just five more minutes", you mumbled, trying to free yourself from her grip.

"You wish! You already slept through your alarm. Again, might I add."

You grumbled something incomprehensible in return, refusing to open your eyes.

Nanaba let go of you. "Like I thought. It's one of those days. That leaves us with only one option." She turned to the woman beside her. "Lynne, is it ready?"

Lynne nodded and handed her a cup filled with a steaming, dark liquid. Nanaba brought it up to your nose, using her free hand to fan the steam into your nostrils.

You perked up immediately, snatching the cup from her to take a sip. "For me?" you asked only after you had already entirely downed its scalding hot content. "You shouldn't have. In bed? What a service. That's so nice of you." Usually you were the one to prepare the tea in the morning. Your definition of morning, anyway, since you always set your alarm to the latest possible time.

"It's fine," Nanaba said with a wave of her hand. "I think we can all use some help getting up today."

"I still can't believe how Captain Levi woke us all up yesterday night." Lynne yawned. "Took me so long to fall asleep again after that."

Nifa turned to you. "Yeah, what did he want? He seemed kind of angry."

"Beats me. I must've slept through it." You stretched.

"Um, no you didn't. You talked to him. "

"I did? Huh." You scratched your head. "Are you sure? Cause I can't remember."

"Yeah I'm sure. I was the one who had to drag you out of your bed for it."

"Huh."

"I really thought it must be an emergency, but he only ended up talking to you for like, two minutes or something. And you went right back to sleep, after it, too."

"Okay…?" Now your curiosity was piqued. "I wonder what it was about…I better go and ask him!"

You jumped out of bed and headed for the door.

Nanaba caught you by the hem of your pyjama shirt. "Maybe get dressed first?"

You stopped and looked down at yourself. "Oh. Yeah, I probably should," you admitted sheepishly.

"Though it's not like he hasn't seen her like that before," Nifa giggled.

"True," you said. "Still, I should look proper. I've got to train the new cadets later today." You put on your scout's uniform.

"Of course you should look proper. You're on your way to meet Captain Levi," Lynne said, also giggling.

"Yeah? What about it. I see him every day," you said, not understanding what all the fuss was about.

"You do?" Lynne sounded doubtful.

"Of course, for tea time."

"Are you saying…that you have tea with him every day?"

"Yep." You buttoned up your shirt.

"What?? Since when? How have you never mentioned that before?" Lynne's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

You shrugged. "Since sometime after my birthday, I think? I guess it just didn't come up."

"You gotta be kidding," Nifa said.

"I'm not. This is tea we're talking about," you said with a solemn expression.

"This is Levi we're talking about!" Lynne all but shouted.

"Yes, and...?" you asked, a bit confused.

"And you should have told us about it!" Lynne exclaimed.

"You were the one who told me to stop talking about tea all the time…" you muttered, pouting. "How is this different?"

"It is completely different," Lynne said in exasperation.

"It's not."

"It is, too."

"More importantly," Nifa said, interrupting your bickering, "Do you really plan on meeting him this way?" She gestured at your shirt.

"Sure, why wouldn't I?" You were growing more confused by the second. They didn't usually comment on your clothing.

"There's a stain on your uniform."

You bent your chin down to get a better look at it. "Oh, that. I got some tea on it while I was folding the laundry. I swear it's a fresh shirt." You rubbed at it with your thumb.

Nifa shook her head. "That won't do at all. Here, take one of mine." She handed you a neatly folded shirt out of the dresser.

"Thanks," you said, a bit surprised by their unusual behavior. "Though I don't think it's necessary…"

"Nonsense. You know how Captain Levi can get."

"Fine, if you insist." You put on the new shirt. "I still think you're overreacting."

"They definitely are," Nanaba piped up. "I don't understand them either. But then again, we should be used to it by now. They always get this way when it comes to him." She smirked.

"Shut up," Lynne said. "We are being perfectly reasonable. Just because you have a weird taste in men doesn't mean–"

"My taste is perfectly fine," Nanaba cut in. "Just because I prefer taller men–"

"The problem isn't that he's tall, it's that he's weird. The way he sniffs everything like a dog–"

"Take that back right now! How can you talk like that about our superior! Just because he has a good nose–"

"Aaand they're at it again. This could take a while. It's their classic Mike vs. Levi debate. You should go before they drag you into this," Nifa told you in a low voice.

You chuckled. "Yep, I better run."

– –

For once you actually remembered to knock on his office door, but you still tore it open without waiting for an answer.

"Good morning! I hope you don't mind the intrusion so early." It wasn't even that early anymore.

Levi looked up from his work with a disgruntled look on his face, making it clear that he, in fact, did mind the intrusion. You took no notice, plopping down on the chair opposite him with a cheerful smile.

"So, about last night…" you started, making his eyes snap to yours. "This is a bit embarrassing," you continued, oblivious to the way his gaze seared into your face. "But I don't actually remember what you said to me. You did talk to me, right? My roommates told me you came by, and I know it was probably very important, but I don't remember a thing. I'm sorry. I must have still been half-asleep or something."

"More than half," Levi muttered. He was looking down at his desk, his expression flat.

"I'm sorry?" you asked.

He didn't answer. You looked at him curiously.

"Soo, what was it about? I'm sorry I forgot. Please just tell me again, I swear I will remember it this time."

"The same way you remembered my order?" His tone was sharp.

You stared at him blankly. "What order?"

"The drawings of me. I know that you still have some. Where–"

"Ahh I just remembered I have something very important to do. So sorry. I will see you later." You got up very quickly, almost knocking over the chair.

Levi also stood up. "And what would that important thing be?" he asked coolly. Before you knew it, he was between you and the door. Damn, he really was fast.

"You know…Erwin asked me to help him with his paperwork. And then I also promised Hange to clean the lab with them. And that's all on top of my usual duties, like training the new cadets this afternoon. So you see, I am very busy."

You gave him an apologetic smile while you inched towards the door. If you made a dash for it, maybe you would be able to make it.

"So I take it you will be too busy for teatime today, too?"

You gasped. "Not that busy."

"That's what I thought. I am sure Erwin will understand if you start a little later then. Why don't we ask him right now?"

Levi walked to the door. You scrambled after him. "That won't be necessary…"

He didn't listen, already marching to Erwin's office. By the time you got there, he was knocking on his door.

"Come in," the commander said.

"Erwin", Levi said, staying in the doorway, "Do you mind if I borrow her for 10 minutes before she helps you with your pesky paperwork?"

Erwin looked up at him with knitted brows. "I'm sorry, who are you talking about?"

You squeezed past Levi. "Me. I promised I would help you with your paperwork, remember?" You gave him a pointed look.

He raised his eyebrows in response. "All of it," you said motioning at the stacks of papers which took up most of his desk.

"Ah, yes. That's very nice of you," Erwin said slowly, still looking at you with a puzzled expression. You nodded furiously.

"I should begin right away." You started for his desk, rolling up your sleeves.

"There is no need. Didn't Levi need you for something first?"

Shoot.

"That's right," Levi said.

You shot him a dirty look, but you had no choice but to follow him out of Erwin's office.

"And did you say Hange–"

"Fine. I do have some drawings of you," you begrudgingly conceded, before he could make you go to Hange, too. "But I swear I had them for a while. You see, they are simply remnants of stock from before you ordered me not to do them anymore. What was I supposed to do with them?" You looked at him with big, pleading eyes.

"Hand them over."

"But Levi–"

"Hand them over." He was scowling.

You exhaled loudly, accepting your fate. "Fine. They're in my room."

"Let's go to your room, then."

You trudged after him as he made his way down the stairs. This was bad. Really bad. The shirtless-drawings-of-Levi type of bad.

You reached your room before you were able to come up with a solution. Levi stood in front of the door with his arms crossed. He was looking at you expectantly.

"Before you see them, you should know that all of these were commissions. Someone described to me very clearly what they had in mind, I simply helped them put it to paper. So in a way I was but a mere tool to help them get the message across, you know? And you know how they say: don't shoot the messenger."

You laughed nervously, but it didn't look good for you. Your rambling had only made the frown on his face deepen further.

You let out a big sigh. "Okay," you said as you opened the door with sweaty palms. You entered with Levi close behind you.

"Fine! Maybe Mike is only humanity's second strongest soldier, but he is by far the hottest! I would choose him over Levi any day!" Nanaba was shouting at Lynne.

"Um, guys?" you said. They turned to you. Nanaba went pale. Lynne went red. Neither of them said another word. Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the sound of the door falling shut behind you.

"I should really learn how to knock, huh."

The two women just stared at you, aghast. Nifa was nowhere to be seen. You glanced at Levi, who stood next you with an unreadable expression.

"Don't mind me and Levi here. We'll just be a second," you continued, walking over to your bed and throwing your pillow and blanket onto the floor.

Now it wasn't just the women who were dumbfounded.

You flipped over your mattress. "I know it's a lame hiding place," you said as you retrieved a brown paper envelope.

You opened it, pulling out a few sheets of paper, and started flipping through them. You grimaced. It was worse than you had remembered. Levi didn't wear a shirt in any of them.

When you got to the last one, you froze. "Fuck," you muttered under your breath. It was a piece you had planned to give Petra for her birthday as a surprise. Of all the drawings in the envelope, it was by far the tamest. Yet it was the only one you just couldn't allow him to see.

Your eyes shifted to Levi. He was looking at you with hawk eyes. There was no way you would be able to make it disappear unnoticed.

You separated the drawing from the rest and slipped the others back into the envelope, letting them stick out enough that his face was visible on the first one. "Here you go," you said and held it out to him.

"What about that one?" He pointed at the piece of paper you still had in your hands.

"That one's not of you," you said, pressing it to your chest protectively, with its blank backside facing in his direction.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Show it to me."

"No."

He stretched out his hand. You backed away. "I'm allowed to have my privacy."

Levi huffed. He was coming closer. This left you with no choice.

You scrunched up the paper into a tiny ball and shoved it into your mouth. It tasted awful. You chewed on it frantically.

"What the hell?" Levi glared at you. "Spit it out."

You swallowed. "Too late. Unless you want me to throw it up for you?"

He scoffed.

It was such a shame about the drawing, though. You had put in a lot of time and effort. But there was nothing you could have done: the drawing hadn't just depicted Levi. Petra had been on it, too, standing really close to him, holding his hand. It was fine if he got mad at you, but you didn't want him to get mad at her. It would break her heart. You couldn't let that happen. So you had done what you had to.

You looked over to your roommates. Lynne was covering her mouth in shock. Nanaba was trying her best to hold in a laugh.

"What? I was hungry. I didn't have breakfast yet."

"Help yourself, there's plenty more where that came from," Levi deadpanned, holding out the envelope.

"No thanks. These are nice little treats, but they're not the healthiest."

"Nice little treats, you say?" He pulled out the topmost drawing from the envelope. His deadpan expression slipped, eyes widening in shock. You covered your eyes with your fingers. When you warily peeked through them, he was already glowering at you, wearing the worst scowl you had ever seen on him.

"Into my office. Now."

You sighed. Here we go again.

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[villain-crown]

traitor | @jegulus-microfic | words: 755

critical care, part 5 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9)

a Jegulus nurse!AU

* back by popular demand

Lunch.

Together.

Just Regulus and James.

Oh yeah, and apparently Tom fucking Riddle too.

James couldn’t believe this. He’d summoned every drop of disregard for his own physical wellbeing to ask Regulus out, and Dr. Slughorn’s bloody fellow had decided to swoop in and ruin the whole thing!

Tom Riddle Jr. was tall and handsome with very neatly coiffed black hair and a regal face, not much older than them. At first, James had thought he was just passing by their table, so the idle chit chat hadn’t bothered him—especially when Regulus had to tilt his head back and bare his lovely neck to accommodate Riddle’s position standing nearly on top of him. A delicate silver chain was linked around it with three letters settled into the hollow of his throat: RAB. But then Riddle had the gall to ask if he could take a seat, and James, not wanting to be rude, had agreed. Things had gone downhill from there as the Slytherin fellow had firmly excluded James from the conversation as he began to engage Regulus on unit-specific subjects and events that he had no way of providing input on.

“How is the dialysis line I put in?” Riddle asked about five minutes into all this.

“Perfect,” Regulus answered, his silver gaze flicking to James. He kept doing that. It was like he was waiting for something, but James wasn’t sure what.

He withheld a scowl at the cardiothoracic fellow’s flash of perfect teeth. “Excellent. You were so helpful getting that done. I don’t know what my resident was thinking, bringing the kit without a pigtail with him. Lucius is usually much smarter than that. You really are always one step ahead of everyone, Regulus. So good.”

Apparently, Regulus was not as unlike Sirius as James had originally thought because he preened at the complement in just the same way. His desire for approval would have been nice to learn later on when he had Regulus on his knees sucking him off, James’s fingers tugging roughly through his soft curls as he uttered praise for his gorgeous tongue—not here in the cafeteria watching Riddle blatantly flirt with his lunch date right under James’s nose.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Get your own nurse, Riddle,” James finally snapped, goodwill and politeness dismissed. “This one’s taken.”

The two Slytherins looked over at him in surprise—Riddle with a bit of amusement and Regulus with such obvious interest that James could feel his traitorous heart uptick in response.

“Taken?” Riddle repeated with a smirk, leaning back in his seat. “He doesn’t look all that taken, Potter, and believe me, I’m familiar with what he looks like when he is.”

“Well I’m looking forward to seeing it for myself really soon, so no spoilers.”

Riddle laughed. “That’s presumptuous. You always did think you were better than everyone else. I’m starting to remember that about you now from my residency days.”

“Oh, I’m not saying I’m better than everyone. I’m just better than you.”

James wasn’t sure what Regulus had been waiting for the whole time Riddle was inflicting his presence on them. Regulus didn’t strike him as the kind of guy to suffer silently, but maybe he wasn’t suffering at all, but simply enjoying James’s torment. At last, however, it seemed that he had finally been satisfied; that James had passed some kind of test.

“Hey Riddle?” Regulus interrupted calmly.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck off.”

Riddle stared hard at Regulus and wow okay maybe James wasn’t the only one who liked his lovers feisty. He looked equal parts pissed off and ravenous. “‘Fuck off,’” he repeated darkly. “Just like that, huh?”

“Just like that,” Regulus agreed, peeling the lid off his clam chowder.

Riddle’s lips twisted in a smirk even as he toyed with his soda straw. “Now really, Regulus, what use are you going to have for him? Potter’s the most generically pleasant person in the tower; the personification of a low-sodium diet. He’s a third rate nurse running a fourth rate unit.”

“And you’re a fifth rate doctor with a sixth rate personality, so now what?”

He’s just so fucking fiery, James groaned to himself, unsuccessfully attempting to hold it together. Bloody hell, I need a minute.

Apparently Riddle was thinking along the same lines because he ran his tongue over his teeth in obvious frustration, his carmel-brown eyes glinting. “Reconsider.”

“We're off the unit. That means I don’t take orders from you.”

“Regul—“

“Don’t make me tell you twice. It makes you look desperate.”

There was a short, charged silence as the two frankly vicious personalities clashed like swords before James’s eyes. Riddle looked like he wanted to jump the petite brunet right there and then, but Regulus looked completely unconcerned, even dismissive. Eventually, Riddle had no choice but to back off with an irritated scoff, pick up his soda and strut off towards a table on the other side of the dining room populated by people in monochromatic light blue OR scrubs.

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Chapter 3

Biscuits and favors

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“Celeste.”

A voice, stern and perhaps a bit concerned, pulled Celeste out of her reverie. She had taken her break under the small awning at the back of the café, leaned up against the wall, staring out into nothing. Her head had been pounding all morning, and she had yet to shake the fog she was in.

She had readied for work that morning on autopilot, barely taking in anything as she went along. Somehow, she managed to shower, dress, and shove some dry toast in her mouth before she was out the door. As for the drive into work, it was a blur. Celeste only realized she made it there in one piece without incident when she threw the car into park in its usual spot in the parking lot.

“I’m sorry, what?” Celeste asked as she resisted the urge to rub at her still throbbing temples.

“Did you not hear a word I said?” Andrea asked as she dug around in her apron.

“I, ah,” Celeste tried to search her mind to see if she had picked up on anything but drew a complete blank. She hadn’t even realized the woman had been standing there. “No, sorry, I was a bit-“

“Never mind, doesn’t matter,” Andrea answered, cutting her off instantly, her voice clipped with annoyance. “I just need to know if you can take my tables or not. Max’s school called. He’s sick, I have to go.”

“Oh, right. Sure, I mean, I think that’ll be fine,” Celeste started as she dug her phone out of her pocket to check the time. “What time are you scheduled until? I’ve been here since-”

“Until seven,” Andrea cut her off before Celeste could finish. “Appreciate it. I owe you.” Her tone gave off no air of truly appreciating it or that she would make up the fact she owed Celeste as she turned around to head back inside. This was the fourth shift Celeste had taken for her in a month, and Andrea did nothing but give her a perfunctory thank you and ignore her for the rest of their shifts together. Celeste knew she didn’t do anything to earn herself friends, but the fact that Andrea only spoke to her when she needed something set her teeth on edge.  

“Fuck me,” Celeste groaned as she slipped her phone back in her pocket. She was looking at another twelve-hour day.  

Heading back inside, she made herself a coffee from the pot behind the counter, pulling a face at the old taste before setting up a new one. Although she technically had another ten minutes left of her break, Andrea wasted no time leaving the cafe, and customers were waiting. Celeste dumped an extra sugar packet in her drink and scribbled her initials on the paper cup before heading back out to the floor.

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“Are we stoppin’ to eat?” Johnny asked a bit loudly over the music before it lowered on its own. “I’m starved,” he reasoned as they slowed their bikes down to a halt at the light.  

“When aren’t you hungry?” Simon asked quietly as his eyes darted around the area, taking it in. “Kyle’s waiting on us.”

While the town wasn’t exactly what he would call small, with its sprawling streets along the valley, it was certainly tight. The roads were narrow, and they had to weave their bikes carefully around the wending roads so they didn’t tip over.

“We’ll bring him something,” Johnny reasoned as he leaned back on his seat to stretch out his back a bit, feeling his chest pop. “There’s a place right there,” he added as his eyes fell on a small hanging sign that swung a bit in the wind. “In and out.”

“If we get caught in the rain,” Simon started as he led the way into the turn headed right for the shop.

“Yeah, yeah,” Johnny answered with a small laugh. “You’ll have my head.” He knew the moment he had asked for food, they would stop. He was wise enough, though, to never outwardly tell Simon that he had turned into a pushover when they were off the field.

“Text Kyle,” Simon replied as he pulled his helmet off. “See what he wants.”

Quick as a flash, Simon pulled the mask up that he had kept around his neck while he rode before smoothing his ruffled hair out in the reflection of the large picture window. He had picked off an open spot they could both fit into right in front of the café, even if it may not have technically been a space. The place was packed, and he could see a waitress flitting about between tables, carefully sidestepping umbrellas and bags as she balanced a tray. This wasn’t going to be a quick in and out, and glancing up at the sky, they would be racing the clock.

“He just wants biscuits,” Johnny answered as he pulled his helmet off as well, sliding the phone into his jacket. He yanked off a glove with his teeth to free up his hand and try to give some life back to his flattened mohawk, but it had been compressed for too long to do anything but fall limply.

“Biscuits,” Simon said blandly as he watched Johnny fight with his hair. “Doesn’t sound like John got through to him with his fussing.”

“If it were up to you and John, we’d eat nothing but red meat and vegetables with Scotch for the rest of our lives,” Johnny answered as he swung his leg over his bike to get off, setting the helmet down in his now vacant seat. “A biscuit will not kill him.”

“No, but you’re going to buy more than one, and I’ll have to hide them from the both of you like errant children,” Simon answered as he followed behind Johnny, grabbing the door pointedly to hold it open for him to walk in.

“By hiding, you mean eat them yourself,” Johnny answered as he walked in, smirking to himself as the warm air of the café hit him.

It was a typical hodgepodge family-owned place you would find in a small tourist town like the one they were now calling home. The menu was a handwritten chalkboard that was mounted to the wall behind the counter: a mixture of sandwiches, soups, and salads. A glass case to the left of the register displayed freshly baked bread, seasonal treats, mini cakes, and slices of pie. Then off to the side was another small counter for self-service coffee and tea; the cups running low and the surface in need of a wipe down from splashed creamer.

“Sit down or head home?” Johnny asked as he nodded toward a small sign that said wait to be seated or head to the counter.

“Depends on what you’re willing to risk,” Simon answered as he pulled his eyes from a small display of brochures advertising things to do in the town. They were all dated for the prior year, and some of them were well-worn from being read through a few times and replaced or sprayed one too many times with cleaner.

“You won’t melt,” Johnny answered with a small eye roll, “but fine, I’d rather do take away than listen to you grouse the whole ride.”

They both walked up to the counter, eyes roving over the handwritten menu as they waited for someone to take their order. Simon stood with his arms crossed across his chest, narrowing his eyes a bit to find something appetizing while Johnny planted his hands on the counter and blatantly leaned in to read. The writing was a bit slanted, sloppy, and Simon cocked his head to the side, trying to discern if a letter was an O or an E when a woman appeared behind the counter.

“Sorry for the wait,” Celeste said with a small smile, her eyes darting to the side to see where Carl had disappeared to. Not only was she covering the floor for Andrea, but it also seemed she was having to keep track of the counter while he snuck off for a smoke. “I ah,” she patted herself down for a pen as she pulled out her order book, “what can I get started for you?”

Celeste did her best not to stare at the two men, unlike the rest of the patrons of the café. They had caused a ripple across the floor when they pulled in on their bikes. The motors were loud, so loud that the sound bled through the single pane of glass on the storefront, and the café seemed to hush for a moment as everyone watched them.

Newcomers were an oddity during the off-season, and the fact that they were larger than life itself drew everyone’s eye. They didn’t seem to notice, though, either because they were so used to it that it didn’t register or because they couldn’t care less about the attention.

“What’s your favorite?” Johnny asked easily as he took in the waitress before him, leaning his hip against the counter and looking at Simon to see if he had made a choice.

“The signature sandwich is good,” Celeste said with a small shrug, “but it just depends on what you like. Rueben is popular, but I don’t care for it personally.” She didn’t have time to stand and chitchat, and she kept glancing at the back door, where she knew Carl had to be lurking.

While she waited for an order, her eyes drifted back to the second man. He was still standing with his arms across his chest, eyes darting between her as she spoke and the menu. The mask on his face hid the lower half from view, but Celeste could tell by the way he carried and held himself that the mask certainly wasn’t for medical purposes. The biggest indicator was that it had a skull imprint on it that matched with his riding gloves, whose fingers were digging hard into his biceps.

“Two signatures then,” Johnny answered Celeste before looking to Simon, who merely nodded in confirmation. “No pickles on one and no mayo on the other,” he paused while Celeste wrote it down before tacking on, “and tack on a coffee with a pack of biscuits.” He leaned to look at the flavors behind the glass case before standing up fully again, “your pick on those.”

“Give us a few,” Celeste answered as she tore the order from her book after he paid, taking the ticket to the kitchen window. “Feel free to take a seat…somewhere,” she said as she took in the café over her shoulder. It was still fairly full from the late lunch crowd. This time of year, they didn’t open up the extended seating area, and it was still too miserable outside to use the patio just yet. “If the coffee isn’t fresh, just let me know; we’re a little short-staffed at the moment.”

“No problem,” Johnny answered with a grin as he wandered over to the coffee counter to make himself a cup.

Celeste built a small box for the biscuits, the white cardboard stubborn as she pushed the sides out. This job was supposed to be easy relaxing. The whole reason she had packed up her life in London and left her office job was because she needed peace. Needed a chance to recover without the immense pressure of the fast-paced job she had and all the bills to keep up with while living in the city.

The family cottage was her solution. Far from the city and already paid off thanks to being in her husband’s family for a few generations. He was set to inherit it from his parents as it was, so they gladly gave it to Celeste when she was looking for somewhere else to go. She wasn’t sure if it was more a relief to her or them that she was taking it. They had spent every free moment up at the cabin when he was growing up, so the memories had to be painful.

When she accepted the job on the spot after seeing the sign they were hiring in the window, it wasn’t what she thought it would be. Sure, she didn’t take it home with her; she wasn’t checking emails at two in the morning or putting out fires during her weekends, but this was its own different kind of stress. Instead, she spent all of her time in the café. She got called early in the morning to pick up a shift, asked to stay past her scheduled hours, and dealt with running the place almost solo many times. While the distraction was nice most of the time, on days like today, it felt like too much.  

Setting the box on the counter, Celeste went back out to the tables to make another pass. Picking up dirty plates, refilling water, dropping off tickets to only have to meet them at the register to check them out anyway. Carl was still nowhere to be found when the kitchen, currently the owner's mother, called for an order up. Celeste was elbows deep boxing up leftovers for someone and grabbing a fresh loaf of sourdough when the woman hit the bell again.

“Just a second,” she called, her eyes darting over to the men who had taken up a perch at the coffee counter. They were leaning casually against the bar, talking quietly with one another, the one with the Scottish accent sipping on his coffee as he observed the place. They had been waiting for almost twenty minutes, and based on the line, it would be a few more.

“I can get it,” Johnny piped up after a second, tossing the barely drunk coffee in the trash. It was old, but after watching the poor woman running herself ragged to help everyone, he wasn’t about to ask for fresh.

“No, you really,” Celeste started, but he just moved behind the counter and right up to the kitchen window to grab their bagged sandwiches. She knew the older woman in the kitchen was probably staring at him wide-eyed as he scooped them up and gave her a wink with a polite thanks before he walked to grab his boxed biscuits.

“Sorry, let me at least send you home with some drinks or something,” Celeste offered as the guy with the mask held his hand out for the box of sweets. “It usually doesn’t take this long…and I don’t make it a regular practice for customers to get their own food.”

“Can’t take ‘em on the bikes,” the Scottish one answered. “Maybe next time, I’m sure we’ll see you around. Just moved in.” He grinned as he pushed a few folded bills toward her directly, avoiding the tip jar, before making a grab back for the box of sweets. The guy in the mask twisted them away and ushered him out the door with a quiet reprimand.

Celeste watched them go between taking care of customers, grinning a bit as the bigger guy tucked the white box decidedly in his bike bag. They didn’t linger outside long, and after the rumbling of their bikes faded out, the café erupted in chatter. People wanted to know if others knew where they had moved to, some whispering about the guy in the mask, others scandalized by the fact one of them walked behind the counter. Small-town gossip really was like being back in school, and Celeste often wondered just what they whispered about her when she wasn’t around.

“See you tomorrow,” Celeste barely sighed out as she pushed open the front door of the café to practically run to her car as soon as the clock hit seven. She knew Carl was hinting at her helping him close down the register and do the final cleaning, but she was too exhausted. The headache pounded with each step, each slight movement, and she wanted nothing more than to be home. Twenty minutes, and she’d be in her comfy clothes in the blissful silence by the lake; she just needed to keep it together for that long.

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“I warned you,” Kyle answered as Simon stared at the bedroom that was to be his and Johnny’s. The beds were laughably small; one was a damn day bed covered in pink and white lace.

“You could have been a little more detailed,” Johnny answered around his mouthful of a chocolate chip biscuit. “Looks like one of us is sleeping on the couch.”

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Simon answered a bit too quickly, his eyes tracing over Johnny’s face. They spent too many nights apart as it was; he wasn’t about to waste another one for lack of a bed. He’d slept on the ground plenty of times; a wood floor was no different.

“You could ask me nicely to use my bed,” Kyle answered simply as he moved to take a seat on the daybed, sinking another few inches into the plush prim covers.  

“What’s that going to cost me?” Johnny asked with a grin, doing his best not to fall into pieces at Simon’s quiet declaration that they wouldn’t be apart no matter what.

“I need you to do me a favor,” Kyle answered. As if on queue, lights swept across the bedroom wall, and the tires crunched on the drive next door. “See if you can figure out what is going on with our neighbor.”

“I’m not getting their number for you,” Johnny answered as he crossed the room to the window to peer out into the dark. “John will have my head if he finds out I’m playing wingman for you,” he paused and turned to look at Kyle. "Unless you’re that desperate, you’re trying the jealousy card?”

“I don’t want to hear a word about desperate,” Kyle answered as he looked pointedly between Johnny and Simon. “And no. If I had wanted her number for that purpose, I would have asked by now. It’s not that, it’s something else.”

“It’s the woman from the café,” Simon said quietly as he peered down at Celeste through the trees as she walked around her still-illuminated car lights.

“That’s where she works then,” Kyle said more to himself. “I knew she was out early most days, but I hadn’t been able to track where exactly. She’s barely got any internet presence,” he explained as he came to stand at the window as well, carefully cutting the lights to the room so she wouldn’t look up and see them.

“And why exactly do you want me to do this then?” Johnny asked as she disappeared inside the cottage.

“Give it about ten minutes,” Kyle answered. “Let’s go for a smoke.”

Sitting in the dark, sharing a cigarette, Johnny and Kyle sat in the rickety chairs John had scrounged up while Simon perched on the half-collapsed railing of the deck. Simon wasn’t a fan of smoking, but he kept his mouth shut as he sipped his drink, waiting and watching Kyle, who was like a dog on a hunt. The other man was listening for any noise, scanning for any movement, and when the backdoor of the cottage squeaked open, he perked up a bit and gestured.

“That’s why,” Kyle stated as Celeste wandered to the dock and took a seat in her normal spot for her nightly vigil. “She’ll be out there for hours, sometimes almost until dawn when she doesn’t have work.” He hesitated as Johnny and Simon cut their eyes to him. “It’s not like I have much else to do with this fucking thing,” he vaguely raised his arm that was still in a sling.

“John’s rubbing off on you,” Simon said quietly as he shifted to walk closer to the deck edge, leaning his elbows on a sturdier part of the rail so he could duck down and see below the tree branches. He could see her silhouette in the chair as she settled in, tucking a blanket around her legs and arms.

“John said he should have left all three of us out in the rain,” Kyle retorted with a grin before silence fell again. “I’m just…I don’t think she has anyone else,” Kyle replied quietly after a second. “No one is ever in that second chair.”

“You’ve had all this time to go over there. Why haven’t you?” Johnny asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Because he’s afraid of the answer he’ll get. Afraid it’ll hit a little too close to home,” Simon supplied, and Kyle didn’t disagree.

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Just A Little Bit

well....it's certainly been a minute, hasn't it

but what better way to come back than lee!George week??? If you didn't know (or sleep under a rock), @wishitweresummer is hosting a lee!george week, perfectly named lee!GeorgeSummer (make sure to use that as the hashtag if you contribute)! if you click this link, you can find out all the details about the upcoming week! I got to do my own lee!george week last May and it was the most incredible thing, I honestly am so excited to see what everyone does!

okay, anyway, we're starting off with day 1 - first time!

this idea came to me randomly at 5:30 this morning when I saw a random text post, and it gave me the biggest shot of inspiration, and FINALLY cured my writers block! so much so that I...wrote a pretty long one. ha ha...whoops. aaaanyway, thank you to summer for hosting this awesome week and for cheering me on while you watched me destroy george in the ending, and thank you to my partner in crime @awkwardtickleetoo for listening to me whine about writers block for months, and for supporting me through it all AND reading this before it was posted. couldn't have done this without you both, thank you so much <3

OKAY I promise I'm done rambling, please enjoy the fic! :D

(lee!George / ler!Dream / ler!Sapnap : 4.5K words)

“Dream! Come on, I have to show you something!” 

Dream rolled his eyes as Sapnap called him from downstairs for the fifth time in under a minute, chuckling to himself at how impatient he could be. Despite being annoyed, he was also incredibly intrigued, and so he saved the video he had been editing before standing up to go see what all the fuss was about. On his short walk to the end of the hallway, he could hear George squealing and protesting, though he couldn’t make out what was being said. 

“What is so important that it couldn’t wait until I finished the video?” Dream called as he reached the thin railing at the top of the steps, clasping his hands around it and leaning forward to find where the two boys were. However, his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in the unexpected scene below him. 

In the living room was Sapnap, straddling a very squirmy George on the couch. George was screaming and thrashing around while Sapnap was beside himself with laughter through it all. They continued to fight as Dream quickly made his way down the steps, almost losing his balance as he refused to take his eyes off the two as he descended. 

“What are you doing-“ Dream’s question was cut off by a squeal from George, who was throwing his body around so violently it looked as if Sapnap was riding a bull. 

“DREAM! STOP HIM!” 

“Well, what is he-“ Again, Dream’s question was cut off by a scream, this time coming from Sapnap. George had attempted to knee him between the legs, and Sapnap had barely stopped it before it was too late.

“Well now you’re really fucked, aren’t you, George?” Sapnap leaned down close to his face, invading his space with a wide smirk as George’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. He shook his head from side to side frantically, spewing out apologies and practically pleading for his life. 

“No! No nohoho no! P-Please! Sapnap, come on!” George pleaded through nervous giggles as he continued to kick and squirm, attempting to escape the smaller boy in any way he could. But Sapnap held his own on George’s waist, clamping his thighs tighter together and giggling triumphantly when it effectively lessened the squirming.

“Can someone just tell me what’s going on?” Dream spoke up awkwardly, now standing at the end of the couch, unsure of what to do. Sapnap and George immediately looked towards the voice, almost as if they forgot the other was there in the first place.

“Oh, right! So, our best buddy Georgie here is- MHF!” George had successfully slapped a hand over Sapnap’s mouth, preventing him from sharing the information with their third party. Sapnap raised an eyebrow down at George, and no more than a second later Sapnap’s hands lowered onto his ribs. The hand over his mouth immediately dropped as George brought his arms to his sides, pressing them tightly against his body as he threw his head back, eyes screwed shut in what seemed to be agony. 

“George are you-“

“Oh don’t worry, he’s fine! He just doesn’t want you to find out about his little secret.” Sapnap cut him off once again, causing Dream to run a hand through his messy curls in frustration. 

“Shut UP, Snapmap!” George hissed from below Sapnap, articulating the dreaded nickname as he reached both hands up to try and cover his mouth again. Unfortunately for George, Sapnap’s strength was too much for him, and his wrists were scooped up into a tight hold. 

“If he doesn’t want me to know, it’s okay!” Dream blurted out quickly, seeing how panicked George was becoming. Sapnap shook his head as he chuckled, looking down at George with wiggling eyebrows before he turned his attention back to the blonde.

“No, it’s nothing like that.” Sapnap started, his chuckles turning into bright giggles as George struggled harder than he had before to break free. The older boy let out a scream, trying to talk over Sapnap, which in turn only made him more keen on exposing him. George continued to scream every time Sapnap attempted to even open his mouth, and finally fed up with the boy, he placed his hand harshly over George’s mouth. When the noise was finally muffled, Sapnap flashed Dream the biggest smile he had ever seen in their time living together.

“The big secret is that our little friend here…” Sapnap raised his eyebrows as his mouth hung open, pausing for dramatic effect to make Dream laugh. “Is extremely, devastatingly, ticklish.”

Dream felt his jaw drop slightly as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, no doubt looking like a lost puppy as his two friends watched his reaction. George whined behind Sapnap’s hand, squealing when Sapnap released his previously held wrist in favor of roughly squeezing his cheek. The pinching hand was quickly slapped away, but Sapnap made sure to keep his other pressed tightly over George’s mouth. Dream made his way over to where they were on the couch, standing over them and shrugging his shoulders at the two.

“…Really? That’s it?” Dream questioned, not understanding what the huge deal was.

“No, like, Dream. You have to see it. It’s kind of insane how ticklish he is.” Sapnap explained, giggling as George began screaming behind his hand again. Dream looked down at George, purely out of curiosity, and was surprised when the brunette immediately turned his head to face the couch cushions. He chewed on his bottom lip as he turned his gaze to Sapnap, questioning the action, but it went ignored.

“I’m serious! You need to see it! No, wait. Actually, you need to experience it. You need to tickle him, Dream!” Sapnap exclaimed, giggling again when George tried to buck his hips up to make Sapnap lose his balance. 

“No, come on Sap, I can see he doesn’t like it.” Dream spoke softly, craning his neck slightly as he leaned his body forward to try and get a glimpse of George. This only made him lean into the cushions more, now trapping Sapnap’s hand between his mouth and the couch. 

“No no, don’t mind him! He’s fine, Dream! Just scribble your fingers here!” Sapnap poked at George’s lower tummy twice, making George jolt underneath him and causing Dream to jump back at the panicked action. 

“Sapnap, no, we don’t have to-“ Dream tried again, shifting his weight nervously from foot to foot, watching as George fought for his life underneath the youngest boy. Sapnap finally removed his hand from over George’s mouth, successfully opening the floodgates to his screams and frantic laughter. George kept his forehead pressed against the cushions, leaving room for him to continue yelling as he blindly battled with Sapnap’s hands that were actively trying to render his own useless. 

“It’s fine! He loves it!” Sapnap countered through bubbly giggles, his voice growing louder to drown out George’s girlish screams as he finally managed to wrangle the small wrists down against the couch. 

Dream crossed his arms and tapped his fingers against his elbows in thought, trying to find the words to make Sapnap stop, when George finally turned his head away from the couch. This left room for the two to finally make eye contact. It was brief, only lasting a few seconds before George turned back towards the couch, but Dream knew immediately what was really going on. It wasn’t that George was uncomfortable like he had initially thought; it wasn’t because he hated it. 

Dream was incredibly familiar with George’s tells. Like how his nose would scrunch up whenever he tried a new food he didn’t like. The way George would mess with his hair whenever he got tired, always tangling small strands around his pointer finger without a thought. Dream knew that  whenever George would stomp down the steps to steer clear of him until he satisfied his inner hunger-beast. 

And he definitely recognized this particular George.

The deep red in his cheeks. The glassy eyes. The continuous whining through his protests that seemed never ending. Dream knew what this really was. George was simply embarrassed. 

Realizing this, Dream felt all the tension in his shoulders melt away, finally allowing his arms to drop and a smile to form over his face. He took a step forward, his knees lightly pressing into the seat cushions as he leaned his upper body over George. Already anticipating he would hide further into the couch, Dream brought a hand up to lean on the back of the couch to steady himself and used his free hand to run through George’s hair. Dream’s smile widened when George let out a high pitched whine at the feeling, angry at his body for betraying him as he leaned into the touch. 

“Someone’s embarrassed.” Dream stated nonchalantly, sending George into another round of loud protests that had Sapnap in near stitches. Hearing both boys giggle only made George’s blush spread, and he quickly hid his face back into the cushion as his face continued to rise in temperature. 

“Awh, is wittle Georgie embawassed?” Sapnap teased, squeezing his wrists a few times playfully to make George struggle against him more. To his surprise, George wasn’t fighting back nearly as hard anymore. Dream was still scratching lightly at his scalp, and the longer it went on the more Sapnap felt George relax beneath him. Slowly, Sapnap released George’s hands, silently observing as the wrists stayed pressed to the couch despite not being held down anymore. 

“You’re both idiots.” George mumbled quietly into the fabric, bringing his left hand up to cover his ear and the visible side of his face to hide his own smile. Sapnap reached out to grab onto his wrist, ready to pull it back down, but Dream stopped him before he could. Sapnap met his eyes in confusion, only to have his features soften a few seconds later when he understood the silent agreement Dream was trying to make. 

“Oh, come on, George. I can tell you love this. Just let it happen.” Dream suggested, receiving a high pitched growl in response. His hand never wavered from carding through George’s hair as he slowly brought himself down into a kneeling position, therefore freeing up the hand he was using to balance himself against the couch. He brought the hand down the front of the cushion slowly, allowing George time to stop him if he wanted to.

But he didn’t. Just like Dream expected.

“If you need me to stop, just tell me, okay?” George’s nod was almost missed, and would’ve been if Dream hadn’t been watching the blush slowly spread onto his ears. The tips of them were beginning to turn a deep shade of red, and Dream wondered if his cheeks were the same hue. He quickly dispelled the curiosity though, not wanting to make George shy away while in this very vulnerable position. 

“Mh mhhm.” Sapnap and Dream exchanged a quick glance to see if the other had caught what George said, but unfortunately neither did. Sapnap sat back on his heels, providing George more space to breathe as Dream did the same. The only touch left on George was the hand steadily scratching, with Dream’s fingertips lightly resting against the seat cushion next to his torso. 

“What was that, baby?” Sapnap tried to be as soft as possible, understanding the importance of keeping his tone neutral so as to not spook George.

“My…my hands.” 

“What about them?” Dream spoke next, leaning a little closer in to hear the muffled speech. 

“I just. I can’t keep them down once you start.” He practically whispered, bringing his other hand up to cover his face completely as he spoke. Dream moved his hand from the couch to rest it against George’s bicep closest to him, rubbing soothingly over the shirt sleeve with his thumb. 

“That’s okay, angel, if you need to stop me you can.” He reassured George, carding a little more harshly through his hair as a playful gesture with his gentle words.

“Well…it’s not that I want to. I just…can’t help it.” George let his voice trail off into a whisper, obviously embarrassed about his confession. He quickly tried to twist his body away from the two, but was stopped by Dream’s sudden grip on his arm. The older boy whimpered, allowing himself to be returned to his position on his back, facing the ceiling. His hands were still clamped tightly over his face, a poor attempt at blocking the two from seeing his blush. Dream and Sapnap just about cooed audibly at that, but stopped themselves before they ruined the calm atmosphere they were currently in. 

“Do you want me to hold your wrists down for you?” Dream asked. George slowly spread his fingers apart, meeting Dream’s eyes before speaking. 

“No, not you! Sapnap!” He barked, closing the gaps in his fingers when the two laughed at his outburst. “You think I want Sapnap to do that to me? He’ll kill me!” Sapnap sat up on his knees with a hand thrown over his heart like he had just been shot, offended by George’s accusation. 

“To be fair, he does have a point, Sap.” George giggled quietly at the comment, causing Sapnap to poke timidly into his lower ribs with both pointer fingers. Dream watched as George’s body jerked to the side, amazed at how such a tiny touch could produce such a reaction. 

“See! I told you he was bad!” Sapnap playfully slapped Dream’s shoulder when he noticed him looking, further proving the point he was previously attempting to make. 

“Shut up!” George screeched from behind his hands, moving them up his face slightly until he was able to lightly grip some of his hair that draped over his forehead. Dream shot one last warning glare Sapnap’s way before he turned back to George, delicately gripping his wrists and moving them slowly towards Sapnap; slow enough that George could stop it if he wanted to. 

But again, he didn’t. And again, it was exactly what Dream had expected. 

Sapnap took George’s wrists, moving them down until his hands rested against the couch on either side of his thighs. Dream sat up further, crowding a little more into George’s space in order to place both hands on either side of his ribcage. He looked down at George, searching for any sign that he wanted this to stop, that he was uncomfortable, too nervous, but Dream found none. And so, he lifted his hands from the couch and let them touch down onto George’s body, not moving them yet, but resting so he could get used to the feeling at his own pace. 

“Fuck!” George cried out when he felt Dream’s fingers press against his lowest set of ribs, throwing himself upwards as his back arched into the sky against his will. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face into the couch again, embarrassed by his own reactions. 

“I didn’t even do anything yet, George.” Dream snorted.

“I-I know but, like, I know you’re gonna!” George whined, throwing his head back when Dream poked his cheek to get him to return his head straight so they could see him. He kept his eyes closed, refusing to look at either of them but still obeying Dream’s quiet request anyway.

“It’s alright, Georgie. It’s just a little tickling.” Sapnap teased, vibrating George’s wrists softly into the couch as he spoke. George giggled at that, followed by a deep exhale he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. And after that much needed release, his nerves were finally calming down. 

“I know, I know. But it’s still, like..y’know, flustering or whatever.” George grumbled, peeking out of one eye to see what the two were up to. Just as he decided to do that, though, Dream poked gently up his ribs, directly up to the highest ones, stopping there when George shrieked in response. 

“Plehehease please please! No!” His laughter was louder now that Dream was focused on such a tiny, hypersensitive spot, unable to hold it in any longer. Sapnap giggled along with George as he made sure to keep the squirmy boy down, leaning forward slightly to put more of his weight into restraining George. 

“You’re okay, George. Like Sap said, it’s just a little bit of tickling, right?” It was Dream’s turn to tease him, relishing in the feeling of being the one to make George react like this. He pressed two of his fingers into both sides of his upper ribs, rubbing slightly to see what George would do.

“FUCK NOHOHOHO!” George was howling at that, the sound of heavy thudding coming from behind Sapnap as George drummed his legs against the couch as he thrashed. Dream wished he could whip out his phone and snap a picture of Sapnap, who looked as if he’d just found a goldmine. Technically, it was Dream who found it, but Sapnap’s reaction was just as good as George’s was. 

“Are you doing okay?” Dream asked loud enough for George to hear over his own laughter. He saw a slight nod but decided to pause entirely to make sure, not wanting to overwhelm George. 

“Yehehes, I’m okay, just…please, you hahave to move!” George pleaded as he let his head lull to the side, breathing heavily through his nose as he recovered from the mini tickle attack. Dream rolled his eyes as he watched George’s chest heave up and down dramatically, still surprised at the intense reactions such little tickling was causing.

“Okay, giggly boy, I hear you loud and clear,” Dream began, lifting his hands up and wiggling his fingers over George’s torso. “How about…here?” 

“Wh- NO!” George’s protest came too late as Dream tapped his fingers gently over his lower tummy, kneading gently into it and giggling softly to himself when George squealed in response. He felt his finger catch on the edge of his bellybutton, making George’s laughter jump an octave. Dream ran his fingers over the spot directly under it, back and forth, over and over, until eventually deciding to spider them out towards his hips. Sapnap bounced as George attempted to buck his hips into the air, squealing when Dream’s thumbs found his hip bones and rubbed into them roughly. 

“Oh, there’s good, huh?” Dream commented, looking up to Sapnap for confirmation while George was busy laughing under his fingers. 

“Definitely a good spot. I like to get there when he’s being annoying.” Sapnap answered, laughing when Dream tweaked his hip bones again, causing George to squeal through his hysterics. He noted the spot in his mind and continued his ticklish journey to the spots that made George laugh the hardest. His squeezing migrated up to his sides, eyes widening when George suddenly twisted his whole body away from Dream. Sapnap used his knee to press into George’s hip, trapping his waist down against the couch so Dream could continue tickling up his sides. Dream tested the spot further, letting his hands dip under George’s shirt to skitter cold fingertips along the warm skin. 

“Dohohon’t! Plehease!” George begged as Dream’s fingers continued their venture, making sure to knead over each and every rib as they climbed higher and higher. Sapnap watched in awe as George squeezed his eyes shut tighter, a few stray tears collecting together at the outer corners of his eyes as he continued to laugh himself silly. 

“Please? But I have to! You wanted this, remember?” Dream reminded him, using two fingers on each side to act as if his fingers were actually walking up his ribcage. George squirmed from side to side, as much as he could with Sapnap’s full weight practically holding him in place. 

“‘H-Hold my hands Sapnap! Dream, don’t tickle me too much pwetty pwease!’” Sapnap mocked, breaking out into his own laughter when George let out what could only be described as a lion cub’s roar trying to cover up Sapnap’s teases. 

“Stohop, idiot!” George pleaded through his laughter, kicking harder against the couch as he tried to expel the ticklish energy that was coursing through him. 

“Awh, Dweam, I think the pretty kitty is angwy!” Sapnap pretended to pout, sticking his bottom lip out as much as he could as he looked at Dream for fake sympathy. Dream gasped at the comment, feigning surprise at George’s complaints.

“The pretty kitty is angry?” Dream stopped tickling for a moment, removing his hands from under George’s shirt and bringing one up to rest under his chin as he pretended to think over his options. “Well, I think I have just the thing to help with that!” 

“Wait, no, nonono!” George cried out, throwing himself forward to try and counteract Sapnap’s weight to knock him off balance, but all he accomplished was giving Sapnap more of a reason to make him suffer. 

“You wanna play it like that, baby boy? Okay, I can do that.” Sapnap spoke flatly, stopping his moments for a second before throwing himself further over George, flinging his arms up and over his head, pressing his wrists deep into the cushions as George begged and apologized profusely under him. 

“Noho NO! I’m sorry! I’m sohoho sorry!” George tried to talk his way out of his impending doom, but it fell onto deaf ears as Sapnap leaned forward slightly, dragging his wrists up further until George’s arms were practically straight up over his head. The position had him completely stretched out, not only extending the area of his torso, but more importantly, leaving a very vulnerable opening under his arms. 

“Sorry won’t cut it, George. We want you to be happy! We can’t have our little kitty angry, now, can we?” Dream spoke over the screaming, ignoring the many apologies and threats that were now being thrown their way. “You leave us no choice, pretty boy.” With that, Dream lunged forward, letting his fingers dance under George’s arms with speed and precision that only a ballerina could possess. 

It was an understatement to claim that George lost his mind. 

George screamed out, high pitched and desperate as Dream’s fingers made circles under his arms, zoning in on the very centers. His laughter was hysterical, having no choice but to lay there and take whatever tickles Dream decided to make him endure. There was a brief pause, just to let George take in a quick gasp of air, and then Dream was back to the torment.

“Surely it can’t be that bad, George.” Sapnap chortled, watching as the small body below him writhed in ticklish agony. Dream took this opportunity to shove his hands inside of George’s shirt sleeves, using his two pointer fingers to gently scribble at the outer parts of his armpits, watching for every tiny jump and twitch from George as he did. 

“Yeah, I’m sure I could be doing something much worse,” Dream smirked, looking up at Sapnap with raised eyebrows as he began to spider all ten of his fingers under George’s arms. “Something like this, right? That’s worse?” 

“Wh-wait, wa-AHAHAHAIT! NOHOHO!” George was full on shrieking now, squirming and thrashing and throwing his body every which way to try and escape the torturous feeling. As Dream continued the tickling, George quickly lost his ability to speak, just blurting out little half pleads here and there whenever he got a second to breathe. His head was titled so far back the two thought he might snap it off if he leaned it back any farther. The tears that had been clinging to his eyelashes finally fell, rapidly descending down each side of his cheeks, right over his ears, that were burning hot from all the laughing. 

“Okay I think- woah! What- Sapnap!”

Just as Dream had noticed the tears and decided to put an end to George’s torment, Sapnap had other ideas. He let go of George’s wrists, allowing him to fling them down, nearly decapitating Dream in the process, in favor of reaching behind him to squeeze the inner part of George’s thighs. His laughter refused to go any higher, and so it went silent as he pounded his fists against Sapnap’s own thighs. 

“Okay, Sap, that’s enough. We’re not trying to kill him!” Dream reached behind Sapnap, quickly putting an end to Sapnap’s vice-like grip on George’s thighs. Sapnap rolled his eyes with an overexaggerated sigh, annoyed that his fun was ruined before it even got started. 

“I guess you’re right.” Sapnap pouted again as he climbed off of George, picking up his legs and placing them over his own thighs as Sapnap sat on the couch next to him. He rubbed at the sore muscles, giggling when bubbly laughter exploded from George at the action. 

“Y-You were supposed tohoho be nihihice!” George weakly pointed a finger in Dream’s direction, causing the two boys to laugh along with him when he pointed the complete opposite way of Dream, his eyes still closed as he took in quick gasps through the leftover giggles to try and steady his breathing. Dream slid his arms under George’s torso, picking him up and maneuvering a very limp George into his lap as he climbed up onto the couch next to Sapnap. He draped George’s back over his thighs, using his arm as a headrest for George. 

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just hard not to get carried away when I’m tickling someone this cute.” Dream smiled down at him, bringing his thumbs up to rub the tears away from under George’s eyes. A moment later, George’s eyes fluttered open, his hands coming up to rub his knuckles harshly into them as he got used to the light again. 

“Yeah, yeah. Remember that when I get you both back, later.” George threatened, giggling up at the two when they exchanged nervous glances. “Yeah, that’s right. And don’t think you both will team up on me again. You’re both too smart for that. You’ll turn on each other, just wait.” 

Sapnap and Dream turned towards each other, smiles slowly fading into determined looks. Suddenly George was on his back on the floor as they both scrambled to run out of the living room, trailing each other up the steps, shouting threats and cursing each other as they made their way to their respective rooms, slamming the doors behind them. Not even a second later, George heard his phone vibrating like crazy on the couch cushions above him. He picked up his phone, smirking when he had messages from both boys, detailing each other’s weaknesses and vowing to make amends with him to take the other one down. George giggled to himself, standing up and walking over to where Patches had been sitting on the other end of the couch, snuggling up with her.

He had them exactly where he wanted them. 

(you can find this fic on ao3 here!)

[hergrandplan]

Wille's Month Day 7 ( @youngroyals-events ): Erik

While out in the city, Wille sees an all too familiar face staring back at him. (cw: discussion of/dealing with grief, panic attack)

Read below the cut or on ao3! (Light angst, G, 1.7k)

Grief, as Wille has learned over the years, is never ending. It gets easier, sure. Tidal waves become gentle laps on the shore. Storms pass over and roaring fires eventually turn to embers. But it never stops. Not fully, anyways. And how could it, when someone gets taken you from you in the blink of an eye? When, like a fire that leaves the skeleton of a house standing, a part of Wille got taken that day too?

One minute Wille will be fine, going about his life. If there’s an ache at all like something’s missing, it’s barely noticeable. And then suddenly, without warning, he’s drowning. Sometimes it's a whiff of his cologne, or a stranger's laughter that sounds just like he did when they were running chasing each other through the palace, Wille on Erik's heels, but Erik just out of reach. Always just out of reach. 

Today, it's his own face. He catches a glimpse of it in a shopping window. It's distorted a bit, partially hidden in shadows. But it's the slope of his nose, the way his hair used to fall before he had put any gel in it, when he had just woken up and was sat at the breakfast table in the sun room. It's his dark brown eyes that Wille's suddenly looking into. 

He's looking at a ghost.

Wille stumbles his way to the nearest restaurant, barely even looking at the hostess, or noticing the confused looks of the restaurant’s patrons as he barges past to the bathrooms.

He throws himself over the toilet bowl, heaving. When there’s nothing left that can come out, he flushes and leans his head against the door.

Wille’s not sure where this is coming from. He knows he didn’t actually see Erik, that this was just a distorted version of his own face. He doesn’t even know if Erik would have looked like that, at this age. But still – it had felt like it was him.

Wille shuts his eyes tight and tries to focus on his breathing, but instead his mind wanders, keeps circling back to Erik.

Wille is older now than Erik ever got to be – by 5 years, to be exact. He’s lived this whole life already, in those 5 years. He has a ring in his pocket that he will never be able to tell Erik about and an apartment that he never got to give Erik a tour of, never got to ask for his opinions on furniture or the chance to show off that beautiful second-hand wardrobe they found.

Erik never even knew about the most important part of Wille’s life, that man who lights up Wille’s world like nothing else, even in his darkest moments. And he never will.

It’s that realization that has Wille gasping for breath, restricting any oxygen from flowing into his lungs. He’s choking, he’s drowning and he can’t think, he’s going to throw up again, he’s sure of it and -

With shaking hands, he finds the number in his phone. He hasn’t dialled it in years. He’s not sure if it even works still, or if he will only find a stranger on the other end of the line.

But he hits call, and the phone rings once, twice, and then –

Hey, you’ve reached Erik. I can’t come to the phone right now, but leave a message and I’ll call you back. Unless you’re Wille, because in that case: no, Wille, I’m not going to pick you up from Hillerska. It will get better, I  - a loud beep sounds, signalling the start of the recording.

Wille lets out a watery chuckle. He’d almost forgotten how he’d called Erik every night for those first few days, begging him to please take him home. It’s jarring to hear his brother’s voice again, after so long. He sounded exactly the same – of course he did, it’s a recording after all. But it sounded alive, as if he will call Wille back, if Wille would just be patient.

Wille swallows thickly.

“Hey, Erik, it’s um… it’s me.“ Wille’s voice is rough, rougher than normal. Not for the first time, he wonders if Erik would even recognize him at all, if he could see him now.

“It’s Wille. Don’t worry, I’m – I’m not  asking you to come save me from Hillerska. You were right about that, actually. It did get better. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you, haha.

“I just… I know I haven’t talked to you in a while. Or well… a really long time actually.” He’s never done this, never called his brother after he passed. His thumb had lingered over Erik’s contact a couple of times, at the beginning, but he wasn’t ready to hear his brother’s voice yet. And then he… forgot. But now he’s filled with this need to talk to him, even if Erik will never hear this. He just needs his brother to know.

“But I miss you and so much is happening and it’s so unfair that you’re not here. They say the ache dulls overtime – my therapist told me at least, and I’m inclined to believe her, and sometimes… sometimes I do forget. Sometimes it’s like the pain was never even there in the first place, but then I also forget what your voice sounds like when you find a joke particularly funny, or that look in your eyes when you’re about to get me in trouble even though it was you who stole the muffins from the kitchen.

"Do you remember that? I do. The cook was so pissed, I was sure she was going to spit in my food.

"Anyways, that’s not –“

Wille stops for a moment, and takes a deep breath, fighting back the tears that are threatening to spill down his face at the memory.

“That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. Because the thing is, I’ve been doing great lately. I have a job, one that I choose to do and isn’t forced on me. And … mom’s been doing fine. I think she will always be a little disappointed that I’m not following in her footsteps, but it’s better for both of us that I don’t. She still misses you too, even though she doesn’t say it. We don’t – we don’t really talk about it, actually. But we miss you – I think we always will.

“I have my own place now. Well, not my own own place, I’m – I’m living there with someone. But oh, you would have loved it Erik. It has these big windows that look out over the water and we see the boats pass by from our breakfast table.

“I don’t think we’ll live there forever. I mean, I think we’ll want a house at some point. More space, maybe a garden. But it’s good for now. It’s good to sit out on our balcony, and watch the sun go down after a long day.

“But I guess, the reason why I’ve been doing good for well… years now, really, is … god, why is this so hard? It’s not like I’m actually talking to you, I’m just leaving you a – it doesn’t matter.

“The thing is, Erik, that I met someone. I met him years ago, at Hillerska, and he’s the reason for well… everything good in my life. Remember Parents’ Day? You teased me about having a crush on someone, only I never told you who it was but … it was him. He was the reason I didn’t want to come home that weekend. I wanted to tell you, I really did, but it was still so fresh and new and I hadn’t really figured out my own feelings but…

“His name is Simon and he’s… well,  he’s perfect. Perfect for me, anyways. He’s kind and patient, and has so much love to give. And he’s so open and bold. He’s never afraid to speak his mind, and it’s one of the things I love most about him.

“And he’s so beautiful, you wouldn’t believe it. Like … genuinely. He has this gorgeous smile, and his eyes are just so – ugh. I can’t even describe it because any description wouldn’t do him justice but trust me when I say he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.

“He’s also a huge pain in the ass, sometimes, don't get me wrong. He can be wicked and teasing and when he gets a certain smirk… I know I’m in trouble. Because that’s when he will share every embarrassing thing I have ever done and… I think you two would have gotten along very well, actually. You would have really loved making my life miserable, together. Or maybe I just… maybe I just hope that you would. I don’t know if – I mean, I guess I’ll never know if you would truly have liked him. Or even accepted the fact that I’m not straight and with a man, but one can hope… right? Maybe you would have learned to accept it, over time. Maybe once you saw how happy he makes me, how happy we are together.

“Because I love him. I guess that’s the most important part, isn’t it? I love the way he makes me laugh and the way he just sees me, sees past everything, and loves me for who I am.

“And I’m gonna marry him, Erik. I don’t know a lot of things. I’m 27 and I’m still figuring it out. But I know I’m gonna marry him. I’ve already picked out the ring and it’s – it’s this silver band with these dark blue stones. Felice helped me pick it out. I’m looking at it now, actually. And it’s so beautiful. I can’t – fuck, I can’t wait to give it to him. I’m not even nervous about it. I know he’ll say yes. Like, we’ve talked about this. We both want this.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him, Erik. And it doesn’t even scare me in the least, none of these feelings that I have for him scare me, no matter how big and overwhelming they sometimes are. Because the truth is, he’s my home. He’s my home for all time.”

[the-light-finds-its-way]

Ya Titan is strong! Powerful!! Brave!! Enough so to realize when he needs to get help and assistance!! :)

I am physically disabled. The pain I feel in my legs and have felt all day every day awake and asleep since I was 11 years old, is finally becoming too much for me. I can still "walk" (read: limp). I can still stand. I can't do either very well or for very long, just a few minutes at a time, a few times a day. I can barely use stairs, and it's only gotten worse over the years.

So, I've decided to get an electric wheelchair. And that is great.

There are days where I can do workouts, walk 4 miles, and be completely fine. Then, there are days like today, where I have to call out of work because I'm in so much pain that I can't get out of bed, let alone move anything at all, without wanting to cry.

Just because I have good days, doesn't mean I can't have bad ones, too, and that those bad days can't be made easier. And a wheelchair is going to make things FAR better and easier for myself, and my poorly body.

I don't remember what it's like to walk, only what it's like to limp. I've never been pain free, but I manage the pain by sitting down. I haven't run since I was 9 years old, and now, I'm in my mid 20s.

When I was born, my parents were told I'd have a 1/100 chance to survive my heart and organ conditions, and that if I did, I'd be disabled and likely pass on early in life. For a brief few years, I could run, I could walk. Things were normal. I don't remember those days much, but there was one day where I ran, and began coughing profusely. I choked. That was... strange. Maybe I was sick? I got bronchitis frequently (3-4x a year), so maybe it was that?

In gym class, I continued trying to run. Every time, I'd start coughing uncontrollably, and struggle to breathe. I chose to stop running, and that didn't sit well with my teachers. At all.

Shortly thereafter, I began to get cramps in my legs. Kind of like growing pains, but not exactly... And then, months later, I hadn't grown one bit. But the pain stayed. Everyone around me was growing! But I stayed the same height, 4ft11in tall. Others reached well past 6ft. Their pains went away, but I knew this was something more, especially when, after 2 years, I was stuck at that height, and still in pain.

I resorted to limping everywhere, my legs aching constantly in random places, never consistent or in any pattern. My parents continued to tell me, for another 3 years, I was just growing. I'd grow out of the pain.

By 14, even my mom knew something was wrong because the pain was still there, and I still hadn't grown, and I still couldn't run without coughing. She went ahead, called a specialist, and brought me to him. I got blood work done, and when he looked over it, he said I was too young for lupus or arthritis, so he passed it off as an unknown illness, and sent me on my way without anything else.

My mom was livid. For another 2 years, she sought doctors to help me, with no success. By a miracle, my grandfather went to the hospital for pneumonia, and his nurse was a doctor who helped tremendously. Somehow, my mom convinced this doctor to take me on, despite the fact that I was 2 years too young for her practice, and when the doctor heard about my problems, she immediately sent me for more blood testing, called me in the moment results came, and diagnosed me with arthritis and lupus. She sent me to an asthma specialist, who diagnosed me with athletically induced asthma, and allergy asthma after several tests. I got an inhaler, and finally, I could work out without coughing!

But I still couldn't run without severe pain. I was still limping. And I was told, that pain will never go away. It will never get better, only worse. And I have no choice but to live with it forever.

And ever since, I've gone on, suffering, limping, never going very far. I can't go shopping without leaning on a cart, or cane. I can't go up a single flight of 5 stairs. And so, I acknowledged at long last that I need a wheelchair, and it's ok. This isn't a failure. This isn't giving up. Just like I have to get therapy and meds for my PTSD, and other mental illnesses, I have to get a mobility aid for my physical well-being.

I learned, when I was diagnosed with my mental illnesses, and reached my breaking point, I had to get help, and that there is nothing wrong with that, and there's no shame in it. It shows how strong I am because it proves I know when I need to rely on others since I've done all I can alone, and that has inherent strength in and of itself because accepting help is a step toward being more powerful by yourself.

And getting a mobility aid, I realized, is no different. It's accepting help so I can be more powerful on my own.

My father made me believe for years that accepting any help is a sign of weakness, and shows you're broken. He taught me that wheelchairs are exclusively for those who cannot walk at all, who are paralyzed or deformed or don't have legs.

But I've met a few specific people who, they've shown me otherwise. They're like me: they can walk, but it's hard and it hurts. And they taught me, I don't have to suffer by pretending to be able bodied. I don't have to mask as abled just to please my father, or society, or whoever. Just as I stopped masking my autism, I'm going to stop masking my physical disabilities.

And my old teacher, who supported me in every way throughout high school when almost everyone else made fun of me, said I'd amount to nothing, and wouldn't make it as a creative, she messaged me last night saying she has a wheelchair she's looking to get rid of, that it takes up room, and she'd love to help me out by selling it to me for whatever I think it's worth.

So, happy holidays to me. :) I'm buying a wheelchair, and I'm regaining my freedom. The pain may never get better, but my life as a whole can. And damn. My 2024 is looking great. Concerts, LARPs, 2 or more Renaissance festivals, a trip to Disney with my friends, another trip to the Poconos with the same people just weeks later, and finishing off the year with the Texas Viking Festival. I've quit college to work full time and save up for my own place. And I know, finally, it's going to be ok. For the first time in my life, I'm going to be ok. :)

[reminiscentreader]

Love your fics!😩 Can u write one where there is an event the Hawthornes+Avery have to attend but they haven’t left the house cuz Grayson is late and everyone is confused, and then one of his brothers come to check on him in his room only to find out he’s asleep cuz he’s feeling sick, and then that brother stays with him??😭

Thank you for being so patient! I’ve been wanting to write this for a while but I’ve been really busy 😭

Anyways hope you enjoy xx

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Jameson

The annual Hawthorne gala, Hundreds of important rich people from al over the world coming to see the Hawthorne heiress, my Hawthorne heiress. I watch as Avery slips on her deep green dress, it fits her perfectly, she is perfect, “Jamie,” I sit up a little straighter, “zip me up will you?” I make my way off our bed and towards her “of course heiress.” After I zip up her dress I rest my hands on her shoulders and tuck my head into the crook of her head, “you look so beautiful tonight heiress” I reach my hand out to stroke down her braid, “I love you” Avery leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, “I love you too.”

Grayson

I feel awful. I don’t ever get sick but right now I feel like curling into a ball and dying, I can barely stand up or see and there are tears streaming my face. I hate how vulnerable I’ve made myself, I’m ment to be attending the annual gala for goodness sake, so if I don’t sort myself out in the next five minutes, I’m fucked. I desperately try to make my way to the bathroom but I’m hopelessy stumbling around, tears blurring my vision. What would the old man say if he saw me now? Your letting yourself get sick Grayson? Hawthornes don’t get sick. They are fighters. We don’t let anything get in the way. Kill yourself tobias, is what I would’ve probably thought if he wasn’t already dead.

I don’t know how long I’ve had my head stuck in this toilet for, violently vomiting to the point of passing out, I suddenly feel light headed, maybe I should get some sleep, maybe I should take a break from work? No. Weak.

weak.

weak.

weak.

weak.

weak….

Nash

I clap my hands to get everyone’s attention, “Right ya’ll, everyone here ready to go?” 7 heads nod back at me, “alright let’s head to the car room.” About five minutes into walking Avery exclaims, “Grayson, Have you got the papers we need?” Nobody responds. “G-Grayson?” Everyone starts to look around murmuring, “Now where the hell ‘as Gray gone.” I say looking for him in the crowd of people following me, “Jesus Christ, did anyone see him come out?” Again in response I get a couple of murmurs, “Nobody?” They all shake there heads, “Guess I’ll go find him then.”

After walking all the way back to the house, I was starting to wonder if Grayson wasn’t even in the state, maybe he went to go visit his sister or something, nah, I know gray wouldn’t miss this if he was half dying. I’d stopped to ask one of the maids if they’d seen him, “M-mister Hawthorne hasn’t been out of his wing all day.” I quickly thanked her with the tip of my hat and headed towards graysons wing.

so here I am, stood outside graysons wing I’ve already knocked five times, five times with no response, “GRAYSON DAVENPORT HAWTHORNE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DOOR IN 5 SECONDS IM KNOCKING IT DOWN.” No response. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.., still nothing, I know how much grayson hates privacy invaders, but it’s for his own safety, he could be dead in there for fucks sake. So Nash kicked down the door.

Grayson

the first thing I heard when I woke up was the bang of what I assumed to be someone kicking down my door, I tried to pull myself up, to see who it was, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything without it hurting, the next thing I saw was Nash standing at the bathroom door, “oh gray” Nash knealed down to my level and pushed a bit of hair that had fell into my eyes away, “what’s up?” I only grunted in response, I didn’t trust myself, “ok gray let’s get you into bed.” He helped me up, I was shaking so badly, I was tired, so so so tired. I fell asleep almost immediately, I heard Nash pull up a chair next to my bed and say something like, “Get some rest gray, please.” He helped me into my bed and the minute my head hit the pillow I fell fast asleep.

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Nash stayed with Grayson that night, and when his brothers arrived home, he did not tell them what had happened, he simply let them guess, when Grayson woke up, he did take a break from work. The night Grayson Hawthorne missed the annual Hawthorne gala, would become a secret between the two oldest Hawthornes, that the others would never found out about.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I am so so so sorry for how long this took 😭 I really hope you enjoyed it ❤️❤️

[dingertdongert]

Chapter 9

Content warning: One mention of sex, that's it.

The first thing you saw as soon as the gift shop area came into view after walking through the large, open doors of the museum, was Steven leaning over the desk, expectingly holding his hand out.

Rolling your eyes, you reached inside your bag and pulled out the Tupperware. You ignored his open hand and walked behind the desk, placing it next to him instead causing him to respond with a playful frown.

'I've been looking forward to these all weekend' he said giddily, already popping the tub open. 'Do you not want to at least savour them?'

'Well, I forgot to have breakfast' he mumbled, food already in his mouth when you were mid question.

'I'm going to choose to ignore that, though I'm not pleased' you said sternly, pointing a finger at him, 'a more important question is how are you so early?'

'Well I was just so excited obviously' he said with a beaming smile, clearly trying to make you forget about his self neglect. It very nearly worked as well, until you remembered Steven always made his lunch in the morning.

'Did you even pack a lunch for today?' he paused mid chew, eyes widening. 'Oh bugger, I completely forgot about that'

You laughed 'God how do you continue to survive?' Steven nodded in agreement and replied 'I think I'm a scientific marvel to be honest with you'.

'Clinical trials and studies do pay a fair bit, just saying' you teased. There was truth to the matter though, from you've been told by him, he doesn't sleep, and he barely eats. How he has the energy to be standing is an amazing feat, let alone work a 9-5, travel everyday, and stay up afterwards. You worry about him each time it's brought up, but if Steven is content joking about it, then why ruin it for him by being serious.

'Did you remember your lunch for today, huh?' He interrupted your train-of-thought by playing you at your own game, staring at you demandingly for an answer. Now it was your turn for your eyes to open in horror, realising that you failed to pick up the second container of food in your fridge, which was next to the one that was now sat on the desk. Your lack of satisfaction instigated rage has now left you without food for the day. Your shoulders dropped and you let out a heavy sigh.

'Ha, gotcha' he quipped, with almost too much glee for your liking, and you responded with a firm scowl. 'Something's up with you today, I could tell as soon as you walked through those doors' he said, squinting at you with suspicion.

'And?' you replied cattily. 'Aaand' he answered, gesturing at you with both hands, a dough-ball pinched between two fingers, trying to summon an answer from you. You folded your arms and lifted an eyebrow at him in response. He rolled his eyes 'And, I'm waiting for you to tell me what's got your knickers in a twist'

You scoffed. The nerve of him, to even dare mention knickers. It's almost like he knew, the crafty bastard. 'Come on, tell me what's wrong, please? You're getting me worried now' he probed, looking at you with those big, dark eyes.

'I'm fine Steven, really'

'Really?'

'Yes, just a little... frustrated. The morning didn't start the way I wanted it to'. He nodded in understanding, though his mornings not going to plan probably took on a different meaning to what had actually happened in your scenario.

'I know what to do to cheer you up'

'Oh yeah?' you said, beginning to smile.

'Yeah, there's a mexican place, about a 10 minute walk from here. Honestly mate, their burritos are banging, I swear to you. Let me surprise you with the filling, okay?'

'Okay' you nodded, trying not to show a look of solemn disappointment on your face. It was ringing through your head.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

At least he was making it clear from the get go, you didn't have to embarrass yourself by asking him any questions about Saturday. Did you have fun? How are your books? Do you like me? Was it a date? Would you consider having sex with me?

He'd made it all so much easier now, clearly he didn't feel any particular way at all. About that day or you.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

Steven continued to ramble on about this restaurant to you. In all honesty you couldn't hear what he was talking about. All sounds around you had become dull and quiet as your mind carried on ringing that one word out over and over again, like a bell.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

'Hey, Y/N!'

'Huh?' you shook your head, trying to clear your mind of the sudden fuzz. 'Yeah, what's up?' you tried to give Steven a smile. It probably came off as a more pained grimace, but he seemed to fall for it.

'You don't have any allergies, right?'

[riftwalker-limbro]

scarred - part 5

masterpost

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The next day, Vince indicated he was ready to try out fighting. Happy to oblige and finally see what he was capable of, Kelth decided to start by observing how he did in unarmed hand-to-hand with Sufford.

He did not fare well at all. His stance was nothing that Sufford could place as useful or stable. Sufford held back and slowed down his movements, widely telegraphing incoming hits, but still had to hold back from actually touching the other when he failed to dodge anything. Every time he thought he was about to get hit, Vince flinched back wildly, no control or discipline, which didn’t help anything.

Sufford’s concern grew, and after another near-hit, when Vince took noticeably longer to get back into his stance, he called a halt to it. At some point between the last time they’d taken note of Sufford’s mentality towards the newcomer and now, he had changed from being concerned about taking on a useless warframe to being concerned for said useless warframe. Kelth would’ve been glad for his change of mind, if they hadn’t had entirely the same concerns.

The second after practice was called off, Vince dropped his arms and walked away, sinking down onto the floor, back against the wall, breathing hard, chest rattling with the rhythm of it. In contrast, Sufford’s energy levels had barely gone down.

Since practice was over and Sufford very unwilling to subject him to any more physical tests today anymore, Kelth broke the transference link and rushed up to the lounge themself. Once they got there, Vince was still on the floor, Sufford still standing over him with his arms crossed.

“Sufford, can you go grab his datapad?” Kelth asked. He’d left it in the hallway, so it wouldn’t be in the way but still easy to get once practice was over. It was very solidly over, now.

Sufford looked up, nodded, and went to retrieve it. Kelth sat down in front of Vince.

“You okay?” they asked, worry thick.

Vince rolled his head back to lean against the wall, giving a weak nod.

Kelth snorted. “Somehow, I don’t really believe that.” Sufford reappeared, sat down cross-legged on the floor with them, handing Vince his pad. He accepted it, but put it down into his lap immediately, still rattling. “You shouldn’t push yourself like this,” they chided him. “If you need a break, tell us. This helps no one.”

Vince didn’t respond immediately. Eventually, he did lift one hand to the datapad and typed out a short message, without his usually correct punctuation or capitalisation: “done for the day”.

Kelth frowned again. “No shit. Get some rest. We can do something much less intense tomorrow. It’s fine if you can’t get the hang of this, or not just yet - Sufford was kind of made for hand-to-hand combat, this outcome isn’t surprising.”

Vince nodded, and after another moment, made to move. He waved off Sufford’s offer of help, struggled back up to standing by himself, and slowly disappeared down the hallway.

—

The next morning, Vince contacted Kelth with the same offer he’d started the previous day with. Even if he did feel like trying that again, they were still feeling off about the outcome, and were curious as to his other abilities still, as well. So, they made a counteroffer: how did trying out transference sound?

They almost felt bad about how giddy they got when he accepted - they’d been curious about it for so long, but had to remember to keep an open mind. They’d been thinking about how there could be a warframe that had never been battle-tested: maybe he had just been a fluke of some kind, or he might not have any abilities at all. Kelth settled on simply trying to be as open as they could be, and told him to meet them in the somatic link’s room in ten minutes.

When he arrived, they first spent some time polishing up his - surprisingly poor - understanding of what transference even was. They didn’t miss his flinch when they said they’d be with him in his mind, and rushed to reassure him that they wouldn’t be able to see or do anything he didn’t want them to, which did seem to relax him somewhat.

Eventually, Kelth thought he was ready, so they had him sit down on the floor to prevent hiccups, and entered the somatic link device themself, closing their eyes but leaving the device itself open. They easily found his transference signal, so close to them, still a little shaky, flickering with a regular frequency. For a second, they wondered if that was something that could or even should be fixed, but they quickly put the thought aside for now and requested a connection.

For a second, nothing happened, and then - still nothing, but different, as they could feel the connection taking hold. The world was still as dark as it had been when they closed their eyes in the somatic link. They could still feel their own body as they always could while connected to Sufford, but where they normally had access to Sufford’s somatic data next to their own, Vince was a black box. Whereas they always had a sense of Sufford’s mental state, Vince was silent.

Start with the basics. “Vince?” Kelth spoke with their own voice, “I know I said you could cut me off from whatever you liked, but could you try and let me see through your neuroptics?”

They could suddenly feel the embarrassment spike in him, as he took another few seconds. Suddenly, it was like they had just blinked, and they could see their own body sitting in the somatic link. A thin black line ran through their field of vision, hairline cracks fanning out from one end, not particularly impeding Vince’s view, but still noticeable.

They still couldn’t move, but when he moved his head, the neuroptics followed. He seemed to be beginning to figure out transference communication as well, because he sent them the feeling of a question. “Yeah,” they replied in kind, doing their best to send him encouragement as well, “that seems to work fine. Nice work. You want to try out giving me access to your vitals next?”

Apprehension and a brief spike of fear, which were gone again quick enough for Kelth to doubt that they’d just felt those at all. Then, one by one, they gained a sense of his limbs. They were starting to get a mild headache, which they normally never got from Sufford, but they wanted to go for as long as Vince wanted, so they ignored it. In the somatic link, their leg suddenly cramped up, so, hissing in pain, they half withdrew from Vince, intending to wait it out until it passed - but the second they were no longer in full transference with him, it went down again, along with the headache.

The connection was still present enough for Kelth to feel the sudden worry in Vince. “I’m fine,” they spoke out loud, “It’s just my leg having incredibly bad timing. Let’s try that again?”

At his nod, they went back in fully, and suddenly, the headache was back, along with their knee throbbing like they’d just woken up on one of their bad days. Well, that was no longer a coincidence.

“Vince,” they carefully asked, “your scars aren’t just on the surface, are they?”

He did the mental equivalent of drawing up his shoulders high and looking away - embarrassment and shame, as well as resignation. A second later, he figured out how to speak through transference.

“You know they aren’t,” he said. His voice was raspy, but less deep than Sufford’s, and he had an accent they weren’t familiar with. Kelth was too baffled to reply for a second, so he continued, sounding defensive. “You’ve seen the projection, you know how deep they go.”

“Yes, but I didn’t realise you were in pain because of them,” they replied.

“Your leg is the same, no?” he shot back.

Kelth was stunned for a second - surely not? Surely their leg would eventually still heal? But it had been a while…

“Shit. Sorry,” Vince said the second he could apparently feel the realisation hit them. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No, you’re right, I think,” Kelth said. “Putting that aside for now, I can figure that out later, on my own time.” Mildly hypocritical of them, but whatever. “Do you know if there’s anything we can do to help with your pain?”

Vince sighed. “I’m not sure. I’ve looked around online, and there’s nothing much for warframes out there, but the coat does help - the pressure is… better than nothing.” He was silent for a moment, and then continued, with seemingly renewed energy. “Enough about that, let’s continue. What’s next?”

He shook his head out and raised it, sitting ready for the next step, jolting Kelth out of their own thoughts when his field of vision jerked all over the place. “Okay,” they said, “I can see through you, I can tell what you’re feeling, the next step is letting me drive. Let’s see if I can raise your arm, first.”

They tried. No response.

“Vince?”

“Yes, sorry, one moment- there?”

They tried again, and this time, his arm jerked up wildly, which caused Vince to flinch back from himself, causing him to almost lose his balance. He managed to not fall over by putting the hand not currently in the air on the floor behind him.

“Was that you or me?” he asked them, surprised and a little disgruntled.

“Sorry, I guess Sufford is heavier than you are,” they said, sheepish, “let me try again, starting from as little force as I can put in.”

Together, they figured out the strength required for his movement, going limb by limb until Vince was standing up, walking around jerkily, piloted by Kelth. He didn’t indicate he wanted to stop when they asked, but his stress levels were rising rapidly, and Kelth was starting to connect some dots, and feeling extremely bad about the conclusion presenting itself.

“Hey, if you want to quit for now, you can, y’know,” they said, tentatively.

Immediately, all of Vince’s anxiety vanished - it wasn’t likely that it was actually gone, though, just behind a newly-built barrier. 

“No, no, this is fine,” he said, with an incredibly false air of bravado. 

Oh hell no.

They frowned and withdrew a little, slow enough that he was able to notice and catch himself before he fell without their control. “Vince, you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to. That’s not how we do things here. You don’t need to push yourself beyond your limits.”

A flash of panic reached them from behind his walls, but that was hidden away quickly, too. But now they knew to look for it. “What if I want to push myself?” he retorted, now sounding annoyed. “And you said it yourself, it’s in the name, I’m a warframe, aren’t I? So I should be able to do these things.”

“Just because you’re a-” Kelth started, before their idea from earlier returned, and they tried to word it in a way that might help Vince. “Oh, maybe- I’ve been thinking about how you’ve never seen battle, and maybe you’re from a different line of frames altogether? Sufford’s really built for it and you can tell, all of his abilities are to do with fighting, too.”

Vince kept silent, didn’t move, so they cut themself off and backtracked, cursing themself for their off-topic thoughts.

“Either way, you need to tell us when it’s too much, this isn’t sustainable. It’s a lot, and it’s all new to you, and-”

“If I don’t push myself about it, I won’t get up to speed, will I?” he said, snark on full display.

“Why are you being so stubborn about this?” Kelth said, frustrated. “There is no need for this, none. If you don’t want to take care of yourself for your own sake, think about it like this: how do you think I feel now that I know I’ve been forcing you to do things you didn’t want to do?”

That startled him, badly, and as if by reflex, he kicked Kelth out of transference altogether. They opened their eyes, woozy and blinking as if suddenly woken from the middle of a dream - that was not pleasant, but at least he had enforced his boundaries. And at least the headache was finally gone. Vince’s past twitchy behaviour made so much more sense to them now - and it had gotten suspiciously better with the coat, which he did say helped with the pain. Oh, they were so fucking blind.

He was standing in front of them, staring right back. After a moment, he suddenly drew himself up and strode over to where his datapad was still laying on the floor. No more transference talking, then. He typed something out, motions harsher than usual, and stalked over to them, stiffly presenting the pad so they could read it.

“If you insist. Same time tomorrow.”

Not a question. Before they could reply, he turned on his heel, coattails snapping around his legs, and strode out of the room, leaving them to sit there with their realisations.

—

They hadn’t expected to see him again at all until the next day. Instead, that evening when they were sitting in the lounge with Sufford after an unsuccessful drive run, trying to fend off a headache of their own making, he stormed in with half a datapad.

Half a datapad, with a break that looked incredibly clean, and a mood that had completely turned around from how the day had started - he looked excited, steps with almost a hop to them. He put the halved datapad down onto the table.

Ordis’ hologram flickered to life in response. “Did you fucking break- ahem, your datapad, Vince? It seems to be-”

He stopped in front of Kelth, pointed at the one they were currently using. With a glance down at his broken one, and still very startled by his sudden appearance, they lifted it closer to their chest, protective. There was only one more spare on board, and they weren’t the cheapest. “What- Vince, what did you do?”

He gestured at his throat and shrugged widely, as if to say I’d love to tell you, but I can’t.

“Will you break mine too if I give it to you?” Kelth asked, one eyebrow drawn up.

Vince seemed to realise what it looked like he was trying to do, then - he facepalmed, and then shook his head at them.

“Fine, but if you do break it, I’ll- doodle something on your hat,” they threatened lightly, staying away from any mentions of having to repay them. They were still reeling a little from the morning, and didn’t feel like even joking about putting more pressure on him.

He took their pad and immediately set to typing, metal fingers tapping out a quick rhythm against the Tenno-made glass. At least he was getting some use out of it, as opposed to Sufford, who didn’t particularly see the point in such technology when they had Ordis, as he had grumpily told them after the coat incident. When he was done, he handed it to them, bouncing on his feet as he waited for them to read it.

“You mentioned abilities this morning. I think that might be what happened. I was trying to recall an equation when something activated, and now the other half of the datapad is in my room, on the floor, stuck in a plane of existence between reality and the Void.”

Kelth stared at the last bit. “What.”

He grabbed for the datapad, so they let it go, amused. He started typing with renewed vigour.

“A plane of existence between reality and the Void?” Kelth mused. “Ordis, do you know anything about that?”

The rapid tapping stopped, as did his signature rattling breaths. From the corner of their eye, they saw Vince freeze up.

“Hm,” Ordis said before they could wonder why. “There seems to be some research into such a thing, from a group of researchers at the University of Deimos - which was never finished before the Old War really got going, sadly. The continuation of the research was not considered worth funding during wartime. It seems some key researchers also went missing around this time, and they lacked the expertise afterwards.”

Kelth perked up. “Vince, do you know about this? Were you built as part of their work?”

Vince slowly turned towards them, tilting his head. He shrugged.

“It sounds like what you did is at least related, though, right?”

Vince switched to a new tab in the text application and typed a question of his own. “Can you send me the documents you found, Ordis?”

“I’ll send them to your new datapad,” he said. “Oh, this is exciting - these equations do not make sense when considered for the accepted laws of physics, but if you take into account-”

Kelth’s attention suddenly caught on something else. “Wait, Vince, these are your abilities? You figured them out?”

Vince glanced up at them, before looking down, opening yet another tab, and typing out another new sentence. “I think so? I need to try out more things, starting with retrieving the half datapad on my floor. I can’t manually remove it, my hand just goes through it.”

They grinned wide. “Nice work! Yeah, now you have to figure out the rest of it, I guess.”

Ordis made a sound, as if to start saying something, before he cut himself off.

“Ordis?” Kelth asked.

“Nothing, it’s just- that’s a, uh, very clean cut on that datapad,” Ordis said, noticeably uneasy. “It’s like the cuts we found on the edges of your fragments.”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Vince had once again stopped breathing, standing completely still. Next to them, Sufford leaned forwards, ready to- Kelth wasn’t sure.

Oh, that was a really horrible implication. “Are you sure about this, Ordis?” they asked.

“The patterns are identical,” he said.

The tapping of Vince typing something new startled Kelth out of their own horror-tinged surprise. This time, he was slow and deliberate about it.

“It makes sense to connect the two, though I don’t have memories to confirm anything. Speculation on if that is really what happened would be useless. I will be careful and take every measure to avoid harming myself or others while investigating my abilities going forwards.”

He seemed much more subdued than earlier at the prospect of figuring out what he was capable of. And in a way, Kelth was glad - this sounded dangerous, less predictable and familiar than Sufford’s swords, he should be looking at this with the utmost caution.

“If you need help or resources to figure this out,” they said, “tell us. You’re not alone in this. And this isn’t something you can leave not-figured-out.”

Vince paused, but nodded. He sighed deeply. Drawing himself back up, he sheepishly pointed at their datapad again.

Kelth snorted. “Ordis, you said you had-”

“Taxon is on its way with the spare datapad,” he said.

“Thanks,” Vince signed, with less delay and more confidence than last time. Kelth felt pride swelling up in them for him.

“You’re welcome,” Ordis said, warmly.

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

bakugou who is trying so hard to go the entire month to beat everyone else, meanwhile you're trying to get him to fuck you the whole month. One the last day you pull out all the stops and he just can't hold back anymore.

The Bet

(No nut November)

Bakugo x reader

Masterlist

One hundred dollars. Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Todoroki, and Midoriya bet one hundred dollars to whoever would last all of November without having sex or masturbating. You, Mina, Jirou, Yaoyorozu, and Uraraka all bet two hundred dollars you could make them break, whoever doesn't succeed with her guy, having to pay the other girls. The guys had no idea about the bet, but they figured it out within a few days. None of them were too thrilled, but all the guys said they wouldn't break.

The only rule was no pills or sabotage among each other, meaning between them. If it's between the couple, that's ok. But no Viagra or anything like that at all. To make sure nobody went behind each other back and actually did it, everyone got custom watches that monitored their heart rates. If their heart rate increased, meaning they had sex or masturbated, it would alert everyone. It took into consideration when they were fighting or working out. Another nonbias person (Shinsou) needed to be present to prove if they were working out or doing something active, but other than that, if their heart rate increased, they would lose.

Surprisingly, the first loser wasn't until a week and a half into November, on the 11th. Poor Kamainari, he couldn't resist Jirou. She barely even had to try. By the 13th, Midoirya, Todoroki, Bakugo, and Kirishima were a lot crankier than usual. They all had a lot of pent-up stuff through the days, and not being able to relax and release their demons officially took its toll. Next was Kirishima on the 17th. Mina got ahold of him, got him drinking, and it was over. By the 4th drink and her in his lingerie merch, he didn't stand a chance.

You had a separate bet with Uraraka that Midoirya wouldn't last two weeks. That was fifty bucks from you and Bakugo's joint account that you weren't happy to give up. It was over for Midoriya on the 20th. Uraraka finally pulled the one thing she knew he couldn't resist. The dance. She used her quirk, giving him a mid-air dance on a floating pool. Midoriya wasn't sure why he loved it so much, but what he did know was 5 minutes into the dance, he was pulling her out of the air, and 10 minutes later, he was hunched over her naked body, spilling his soul out through his dick.

Then it was only, Bakugo and Todoroki left. You tried your best, doing everything you knew he loved, trying to get him to crack. You refused to pay the other girls the money. That would be six hundred dollars, eight if Yaoyorozu broke Todoroki. By the last day of November, you were out of ideas, and you had no idea what you were going to do. You did everything you could think. Dirty talk, wearing his clothes, merch, wearing lingerie, giving him a lap dance, pulling on his hair, you even got on his lap and ground into him yesterday. Nothing worked. You were praying that Bakugo's watch didn't up, signaling Todoroki's failure in the game. By the afternoon, you were already getting the money sorted to give to the other girls. You hated losing bets and giving up money. You sigh, deciding to give it one last try, putting everything you have into this one last time.

Bakugo was sitting on the couch, his usual scowl painted on his face. You walk behind him, slowly sliding both your hands down his shoulders, leaning down close to his ear. "Katsuki." You coo seductively. "Few hours, Y/n. Save it. You're not breaking me." He says. You lean down, ignoring him, kissing across his jaw. "I said" He grabs your jaw, pulling your head from his and looking at you. "Save it for later. I'm going to wreak you." He says, looking deep into your soul. You can almost see all the frustration he's been holding back through the weeks. "Please, Katsu." You say, a pout in your voice, you lean in, licking along the outside of his ear. You feel him start to shutter before jolting away. "No, Y/n. I'm not losing to that stupid half n half." He says, turning around and looking at you.

He takes in the sight of you. You had a blanket wrapped around your body, making it seem as if you were naked under it. "And put some clothes on." He growls, clenching his fist and rolling his eyes, turning around. You smile slightly, walking in from of him as he looks back at the tv. "What? This?" You say bring attention to the blanket. "I do not care if you are naked under that." He says. You smile, already able to see the faint outline of his hardening cock. "Hm. Good to know." You say, nodding, then dropping the blanket from your body. Instead of being met with your naked body like he thought he would be, he was met with you wearing more of his lingerie, a new set you'd never worn.

His eyes scanned over your body. The black bra with green highlights around it, the little symbols in the middle of the cups, meant to be his explosions. The straps connect to the bra, spreading from under each armpit and across your stomach, making an X. On the X, one strand has Katsuki, the other has Bakugo. The underwear is bright orange, with a dark green X right over your crotch. Around your wrist, green scaly-type armbands. You stand, tilting your head and smiling innocently at him. You see Katsuki inhale slowly, fist gripping into the couch. "Put some clothes on." He says through clenched teeth.

You shrug, walking away into the bedroom. Around 10 minutes later, you walk back out, slowly swaying your hips as you walk. You get in the corner of Bakugo's eyesight, and he can't help but look over at what he thinks he sees, and he's right. You had on his hero costume. His. Hero costume. Gauntlets and all. His eyes went wide, mouth dropping open slightly. "Y-you can carry those?" He asks, eyes trained on the gauntlets. "Mhm, yeah. Why?" You ask, smiling sweetly. No, you can't. Your arms were on fire. You don't know how he carries them all the time. They were at least 85 pounds each. But it was worth it, and you put on a good show and would get rewarded in more ways than one.

While thinking about the weight in your arms, you didn't even notice the fast dash of Katsuki, picking you up and now holding you against the wall. His hands were digging into your sides, his eyes dark with lust. He was panting, and you could visibly see him fighting a battle in his head, and you could visibly see when he loses, immediately diving in and kissing you. He tucks his arms behind your back, holding you into his body, leaving no space between you, feeling him grind his hard cock against you. "I want you. I want you so bad. God, I can't wait anymore." He says, starting to rip his hero suit from your body.

He grabs your legs, pulling to make you jump, wrapping your legs around his waist. He brings his fingers up, sticking them in you as he kisses you roughly on your neck, already fast with his fingers inside of you, groaning as he feels you tighten around his fingers. Once he's sure you're ready, he pulls his fingers out, tugging his sweats down, quickly grabbing his cock and starting to lead it into your hole. "Oh, god." He moans as he slips in your wet folds. He bottoms out and stills, his head leaning against the wall next to your head. "I'm not- I'm not gonna last." He groans through clenched teeth. You start to move your hips, making shakingly moan. He pulls his hips back and quickly thrusts them in again. You can see him shaking, already on the verge of cumming from just being inside you.

You feel him tighten his grip on you again, bringing his hips back and thrusting up into you. He does it barely five more times before his head drops on your shoulder, moaning loudly, shooting long warm ropes of cum into you. "O-oh my god." He says against your shoulder, his cum still flowing, emptying in you. He pants, pulling you closer and pulling you from the wall, dropping on the couch with you. The second your back hits the couch, he pulls his hips back again, thrusting into you, this time picking up a good pace. He's mumbling into your neck things along the lines of, "so good, so good. Feels so good."

You arch your back, feeling your orgasm approaching. Your mouth drops open, eyes closed as it washes over you. The second Katsuki feels you tighten around him, his hips stutter, his hand flying up on the couch, gripping it tightly as his ex-neglected cock spills cum into you again, almost like an unending stream of warm cum spilling into you. Katsuki lets out shaky breaths, trying to calm himself down, relaxing his body on you. He pulls his head from your neck slightly, looking at your arms. He brings his hand up, unlocking his gauntlets from around your wrists. "I know these are heavy." He says quietly. "I can't believe I lost to that stupid IcyHot." He says. Like on cue, his watch lit up with Todoroki's face. It was 10:30 pm, they all lost.

In the next hour, the group chat was lighting up. They talked about how nobody got any money, all the guys lost, and all the girls won. They were all bummed, but the girls couldn't get enough of making fun that they all broke the guys. Little did they know, in the guy's group chat, they were planning their revenge. After all, Divine Dick December was only 15 minutes away.

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Take care of you

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

NSFW CONTENT!

Summary: Eren knows how to exhaust your body in more ways than one.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, oral sex F receiving, slight choking, creampie, suggestive language

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Going on a ski vacation with Eren and your friends was something you’d both wanted to do for a long time, and this year, you took it upon yourself and got on with the planning, finally making it happen. You’d reserved this big villa with separate rooms for everyone, with each bedroom having its own bathroom, a huge jacuzzi outside of the house, and an enormous living room with a fireplace at the center of it. It was all just how you’d imagined it, even better, and you were more than happy to start your little getaway from your daily lives.

After your first day, however, what you’d come to realize was that your boyfriend wasn’t one for staying still and just relaxing. Oh no, he was the type that would wake you up at 8:00 o’clock sharp, get your ski equipment ready, and spend the entire day on the most dangerous slopes without taking so much as a 5-minute break. It was like he wasn’t even human, and you could spend endless hours wondering where he got the energy from, but you’d never really find an answer.

So needless to say, after an entire day with him, you were pretty much exhausted. After making dinner with your friends and almost falling asleep on the table, you decided to go take a bath and just lay in bed with a good book in hand until you fell asleep. You somehow succeeded in convincing Eren in letting you go, turning down his proposition of falling asleep on his lap while you all watched a movie together because you really needed a bed.

As you laid in the comfort of the incredibly soft mattress after taking the most relaxing bubble bath, you were just beginning to doze off after reading “The Prisoner of Azkaban” for the 100th time, until you heard the showerhead being turned on in the bathroom. You looked at the time, realizing Eren probably got tired after all because it wasn’t even an hour since you got to bed. Remembering that you forgot to brush your teeth, you put on your fluffy slippers and ambled towards the bathroom.

Now, maybe it was because you were still sleepy, but the way you absolutely ignored your fully-naked, incredibly hot boyfriend while he washed his body like he was in a shower gel commercial was something he did not expect. You were moving your hands like a robot, scrubbing at your teeth with your toothbrush as he watched how his favourite “Nirvana” T-shirt, that you so shamelessly stole from him to be your new nightgown, barely covered your fine, fine ass. All kinds of thoughts came rushing into his mind, and he really, really tried his absolute best to stop them, because he knew you were worn out, but in the end, he couldn’t help it. His blood went rushing south, and when you bent over the sink to remove some leftover mascara from your eyelash, exposing what was left of his imagination, he couldn’t just stand and look at you from afar.

That’s why when he got out of the shower, he didn’t even wipe the droplets of water off his body, his big arms instantly finding their place around your smaller frame. You jumped, his sudden appearance stunning you.

“Ren, you scared me.” You turned to give him a lazy peck on the lips, the bit of foam you had left from the toothpaste coloring his pretty mouth.

“Sorry��� you barely heard him, because what you felt next was his rock-hard member pressing against your bare ass.

“Babe, I’m so tired.” You almost whined out the words, leaning your head back against his uncovered chest.

“I know” he kissed the side of your head “let me take care of you.” He grabbed his length and began pumping it between your ass cheeks, with you gasping from the way his tip brushed against your entrance.

“Eren..” your hand went to the back of his neck, fingers curling around his loose hair and pulling him closer so you could kiss him again. It was true that you couldn’t even stand up straight, but no amount of exhaustion could make you resist him fucking you with that big cock he had on him. You weren’t one to miss opportunities.

After sharing a fervent kiss with his tongue sliding in rhythm against your own, Eren slipped his hand under your shirt, his fingers playing with your hardened nipple as he spat on his other one, dipping two digits inside your heat. His mouth found yours again as he began thrusting them inside you slowly, feeling your slick and spreading it around your pussy, applying a bit more pressure on your clit. Your muffled moans echoed throughout the small space you were in, your body instinctively moving back and forth into his hand.

Then, while your lips were still interlocked with his, you felt his whole length fill you up at once, with you letting a deep cry of pleasure, the feeling of fullness making your whole body tremble with excitement.

“Shh” Eren’s big palm covered your mouth “be quiet.”

And that you were, for a total of 5 seconds. It wasn’t your fault that with every rock of his hips, you felt him kiss your cervix over and over, and it sure wasn’t your fault that he was doing it as fast as he was, either.

“You want everyone to hear us?” You caught his breathy voice “Hear that tight little cunt?”

You couldn’t care one bit if you had to be honest, but you didn’t mind the way he talked to you, nor the way he put his rough fingers inside your mouth, making you gag on them, nor the way he roughly pinched your nipples every time you got a little bit louder. No, you didn’t mind any of that at all.

“You feel so good baby” Eren’s strong hold around you made every thrust that much harder, your eyes shining in pure bliss as he moved his fingers from your mouth to the little pearl between your legs. “I bet if you cum you’re gonna feel even better.”

The moment his fingertips landed on your little happy place, your mouth fell agape.

“Sloppier.”

Oh how good he knew you, how perfectly he moved his fingers around your clit, knowing exactly what to say and do to you to bring you over the edge in seconds. Sometimes you wondered if you really were this easy to please or if he was the sole reason for you losing your mind every time he fucked you. You kind of knew the answer, because even you couldn’t bring yourself that much pleasure no matter how horny you were. It was like your body wasn’t even yours, reacting to him in ways it never did before you met him. It was his.

Your orgasm was just around the corner, heart hammering inside your chest and nails sinking into the side of his thigh, demanding more. Unluckily for you, the exhaustion from the day began to catch up with your legs, not being able to hold yourself up as he mercilessly rammed his cock inside your little hole.

“Eren, my legs are shaking” you blurted out and he groaned, biting your shoulder and turning you around, lifting your plush ass so you could sit on the sink. He immediately spread your legs apart and kneeled to latch his long tongue on your bud.

“Oh my god, oh my god-“ you came almost instantly, his fingers having pretty much done the job just seconds before, and his tongue only finishing it. You were so glad though because it was so different cumming on that experienced muscle of his, increasing the intensity of your orgasm to new extremes.

Your moans were so loud, Eren couldn’t keep his chuckle in, giving your thigh a harmless slap. He then came up and kissed your mouth with your juices still dribbling off his chin. Never breaking the kiss, he slipped his dick inside you again, moans falling from him from all the wetness, his big palms landing on your ass-cheeks to steady himself and slam inside you even harder.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?”  He grabbed your jaw, intense green eyes staring at your fucked-out face. His thick eyebrows were knitted together so beautifully, plump lips parted, with the sexiest possible grunts escaping them.

A breathy “yes” escaped your mouth between all the other incomprehensible sounds, just the thought making your pussy clench.

“Say it.” His palm moved from your jaw to your neck, squeezing it gently.

“Please cum inside me” you knew that the little “please” would make him lose what was left of his mind, his thoughts becoming incoherent as his animal instincts took over.

“Yeah?” He squeezed your throat a little tighter, slamming himself inside you until you felt him in your tummy.

“Please” you circled your arms around him as he fastened his movements. “I want to feel you fill me up.” You greedily moved yourself forward, meeting his hips halfway, just waiting for him to paint your walls.

“Faster” you choked out, not even sure if it was possible, but of course it was because this was Eren, and he’d be damned if he didn’t listen to his girl’s requests.

Your lips parted in a muted “oh” with him mimicking that same expression as his orgasm hit. You pulled him in a kiss, tongues clashing together as he softly moaned into your mouth. His sounds were so pretty, you just wanted to stay like this and listen to them forever.

When his high died down, he slowly pulled out, eyes exploring the mess he made of your pussy.

“You know baby” he cupped your face, planting a cute little kiss on your nose, “I think it’s better if we stay in tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” You grinned.

“Yeah.” And he returned it.

Needless to say, with all the dirty looks you got in the morning, it was better not to risk someone pushing you off your ski.

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A/N: I’m on a ski trip with my boyfriend rn and let’s just say it gave me a lot of scenarios for vacation sex🥰 maybe I’ll post another one soon, who knows

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Breaking up Part 2 Albedo x gn!reader

Sorry it took so long! Haha. Yeah tumblr effed over for me. But here it is! :D

Scenario: Breaking up and getting back together again

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst? NOT PROOFREAD

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read:  (Part 1) (Part 3 - Final)

“Sucrose... Do you know where Y/N went?”

5 days 3 hours and 12 minutes. He’d been counting. He’d been counting since you left. It was only today that he had the courage to ask Sucrose about it. 

Sucrose jumps at the sudden call of her name. 

Albedo had not been the same. The frequent mistakes in the lab proved it. The constant slips of the hand and test tubes shattering on the floor told Sucrose that perhaps that was how his heart looked like too.

“...No, I don’t,” Sucrose simply says, then lets the silence of the lab fill the air. Only the bubbles from their experiments hanging. It was still for a moment, Sucrose going back to her calculations and research. Albedo sat in front of his alchemy set, blankly staring at it.

He doesn’t even understand what being “tired” feels like anymore. He hasn’t had a decent sleep. Every small movement in the house, every whisper of the wind he would bolt up in bed, thinking it was you coming in from the front door. Sometimes he would hear someone shuffling, he would stop and listen for you, but then realizes that the sound was the sound of his legs under the covers, trying to keep warm without you around. 

Sucrose glances up at her mentor. He’s buried his face in his hands, his hair in slight disarray. She knew what was going to happen next. He was going to stand up and just walk away from the lab, and Sucrose was not going to see him until tomorrow again. 

Tomorrow, the cycle would repeat. 

Albedo couldn’t function. It was pathetic. He really thought that he must be such a sight right now, eyes heavy with exhaustion, hair down and clothes a little unruly. He ran away from the lab again. He abandoned his “important” experiment and went back home, retreating in his room, falling on his knees and slumping on the bed in front of him.

He buried his face into his arms and tried to piece his heart back together.

“Albedo, will you ever get tired of me?”

There was a soft hint of a frown on your face. Silly you, Albedo thought. Always worried about being apart from him. He only smiles and cups your chin in his hand, leans in close to press his forehead against yours to whisper, “Never,” 

His fists clutch at the bedsheets, the fabric scrunching up under his hands. Every.damn.time. he tried to take a break, he would be reminded of you. Every thing reminded him of you. Breathing reminded him of you. It was as if you were right beside him and yet you weren’t. 

It was him. He was supposed to be the one asking “Y/N, will you ever get tired of me?” He was supposed to be the one worried. But he hadn’t been because he had taken you for granted. He thought that you’d always just be there, waiting for him patiently as you always had but now that he was alone, he realized just how lonely this silence could be.

“You must have been lonely...waiting here for me in this silence...”

His voice was muffled by the sheets, and he didn’t know who he was talking to. He did that a lot these days. Saying things that he wished you could still hear. 

The next day, just as Sucrose predicted. It was the same. Halfway through his experiment Albedo stopped, and stared at nothing in particular. She wondered if, whenever he did that, he remembered the things he said to you that day. 

But, just as Sucrose thinks today would end up the same...

it didn’t.

“Big brother Albedo!” Klee stormed into the lab, the door slamming open really loud. “Oh...I’m sorry, I didn’t check the sign... I...” Klee stepped out to look at the door sign and found “KEEP OUT” still there. “Oh no...! I did a mistake! Sorry big brother,” the little girl fumbled with her fingers and swung from side to side to show her apology. 

A hint of a smile appears on Albedo’s face and Sucrose was thunderstruck. There had been no expression on the Kreideprinz’s face for the longest time that the smile had felt so foreign. “It’s alright, Klee. Do you need help with something?” and his voice wasn’t hoarse. If there was anything that could cheer him up, it would be Klee.

He was done prioritizing his research over the people that really mattered. 

“Look what I got! I’ve never seen such a pretty flower in Mondstadt before,” Klee showed off the blue flower to Albedo, eyes shining and wide. Albedo touched the petals as Klee held it up for him. “Ah, yes, Glaze Lilies. You can only find them in Liyue, Klee,” Albedo explains. Klee bounces excitedly.

“Ohhhh! That’s amazing! Y/N must have travelled there recently!” 

The silence in the lab was deafening. Albedo’s hand drops from the flower as he looks at Klee, confused. Sucrose had stopped what she was doing, wide-eyed, staring at the young bomber. “...What do you mean, Klee?” Albedo whispered out. 

Hearing your name said by someone else made it all the more real that you weren’t here with him anymore. 

“Oh! See, Klee was in Windrise and... I was looking at the fishes...” Klee gasped a little, “Please don’t tell Master Jean!” she whispered pointedly but continued. “I saw Y/N there, and Y/N gave me a really big hug and gave me this Guh lays Lily,” the young girl got the name wrong, but Albedo hadn’t been listening anymore. He stood up and crouched down to eye level with Klee, hands on her shoulders.  “W-When, Klee?” he clears his throat and tries again, “When did this happen?” Sucrose had also been listening and watching in bated breath.  Klee gave one of her biggest, most innocent smiles, not knowing how crucial this information had been to Albedo. “Just now! I just came back from Windrise!” 

Albedo didn’t feel the slightest sorry that he bolted out of the lab without explaining to Klee. She would understand and Surcrose was there. He sprinted towards the gates of Mondstadt like his life depended on it. In some senses, it really did.

I can make it.

He was panting hard. His footsteps thundering in his ears. His breath coming in quick ins and outs. His heart is about to fly off its cage.

I can make it. It’s just outside of Mondstadt. 

Wind rushes past him, the pigeons on the bridge outside of Mondstadt, disturbed, flying away in a frenzy. Timmie shouting after him. 

Please be there. Please.

It takes him longer than he wanted. He wanted to be faster, wanted to be there already but he was still running. Still chasing after that hope. The adrenaline he feels pumps in his veins and yet he is so out of breath that he needs to stop. His hands resting on his knees as he closes his eyes and tries to get his breathing even. 

I have to keep going.

His legs were killing him. They were strained by the sudden rush of exercise and yet he still drags both towards Windrise. He could see the large tree at the horizon, but he was too far away to see if you were there. He continues to pant, steadying his breath, preparing for another burst of energy to run towards where he so desperately hoped you were.  What if you weren’t there anymore?

What if he was too late?

What if he never saw you again?

“What if it doesn’t work...?” Albedo asks, pondering over the research and discussing it with you over dinner. He loved to talk about his experiments with you because you gave valuable insights on it, and really listened to him. You smile and give him the confidence that he needs, “Then you can try again, Bedo. You always find a way!”

He’s still panting by the time he reaches the steps leading up to the large tree. His eyes dart around. He circles around in place, wondering if you were around the area. He continues forward, stepping up to the big roots and yet again looked around, trying to spot your familiar tuft of hair/colour. 

At the corner of his eye he spots something, behind the big tree. A Crystalfly. It was flying away and his eyes automatically follow it. There was a hand trying to reach out for it, but it barely grazed the Crystalfly’s wings. You stepped out from behind the tree, a little annoyed that you couldn’t catch the Crystalfly. 

Albedo feels like he’s frozen in time. He stands there and watches the wind caress your hair. Watches as you tuck your hair back behind your ear. Watches as you turn around and start walking away. He snaps back to reality and moves forward, roots and sticks cracking under his feet as he struggles through the root laden path just to get near you. 

You, hearing the disturbance from behind, turn around and was met face to face with the lover you left a few days ago. Something shatters inside you. You weren’t ready for this. You were far from ready to see him again. Why was he out here in the middle of the day? You stood still just as he did in front of you. 

You notice how his hair is sticking to his face with sweat. The fast rise and fall of his chest. The pained look in his eyes. The closed up fists on his side. “Y/N--” his voice cracks and tears start to pool in your eyes. 

You aren’t strong enough for this and you start to turn away.

Albedo rushes forward to trap you in a hug. His arms so desperately wrapped around you as his head rests on your shoulder. “Don’t,” he pleads. “Please don’t go. Come back with me, please,” there’s a different type of hopelessness in his voice. A moment later tears are streaming down your face. 

“I-I can’t Albedo. I--” can’t put myself through that again. I can’t and don’t want to be alone at home all the time. 

His body shakes and you realize it’s a sob that wracks his body. Your shoulder is slightly wet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please.” You’ve never seen him cry. Not like this. Not as he clings to you and admits defeat. “I...I couldn’t take care of you--It’s my fault. I know, but--”

“I like Windrise. It’s very relaxing.” You say as the two of you walk around the tree, collecting materials. “Is it?” Albedo responds, stopping momentarily to look up at the tree. “You don’t think so?” you curiously ask your lover. He ponders for a moment before smiling, “I think coming home to you is a lot more relaxing,” at the early stages of your relationship hearing something like that from him would cause you to blush.

You pry his arms away and look up at him. His head is dipped low and you can’t see his face clearly, concealed by his hair. You brush his hair away and lift his head up, and you see how streaks of tears run down his cheeks. You see the sleepless nights in his eyes. The hurt that creases on his forehead. You see what your absence has done to him, and all in one moment, you think that perhaps you were too harsh on him. That you should’ve talked it out instead of leaving so abruptly but you-- “I was hurt...” your lips tremble as you try to explain. 

“I try, really hard, to make things easier for you. To care about you. I have never asked for anything grand.” You’re surprised at how level your voice is, despite feeling like you might break down just as he does. 

“I’m aware,” Albedo wipes at his face, frustrated at himself. His tears have stopped. You were talking. That must be a good sign. “I don’t--Don’t deserve you,” but he steels himself and places his hands on your cheeks. God how long had it been since he touched you like this? and wipes away the tears that were silently falling from your eyes. “But I’ll take care of you. I’ll prove your worth. I... won’t make the same mistake again,” 

And when Albedo said or promised something he was one of the few people that you believed in the most. He was trustworthy all the way, and was true to most of what he said. “You have my word... and if I do make the same error again then... Then you can leave. But right now I--” he moves to rest his forehead against yours, taking in the warmth and love that he had missed. “I’m asking for another chance,” he gulps. “Please,”

You stay quiet for a moment. Assessing the situation. But your eyes close at the closeness the two of you are in right now. There was no doubt that you still loved him. A few days would not change anything. A few days would not ruin the years that you spent together. But you were scared and guarded. You weren’t sure what would happen and if it was worth it. You were scared of being with him and being lonely. “...We... should talk and think a little bit more about this...” you conclude and give your answer, stepping away from him.

Albedo’s face grimaces in distraught, but turns into confusion when you take his hand and tugs on it slightly. “...At home, we can talk about this at home...Is that okay? Let’s go back first,” you would figure it out with him from there.

His head drops and he tries hard not to let tears escape again. He really didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve this kindness but he sure as hell would take it. He would take it and make it right again. He picks his head up and squeezes your hand, voice slightly soft and trembling, and smiles.

“Thank you. That’s perfect,” 

and with his hand tight on yours, because he wasn’t letting you go again, the two of you make your way back.

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Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?

“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.

He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.

She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.

Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.

“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.

“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.

But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”

Jason stopped his kissing.

“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.

But she didn’t really care.

Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.

Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.

“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”

“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.

“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”

Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.

No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.

“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.

Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.

Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.

“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.

Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.

But how could he not?

The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.

Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.

“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”

“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.

Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.

But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.

Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.

“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.

Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”

But she opened her mouth to give another warning.

“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”

Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.

“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

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Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.

Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.

“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.

“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.

She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.

“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.

That’s when it clicked.

Y/N had a hickey on her neck.

“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.

Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.

“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.

To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”

It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.

But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.

When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.

Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.

After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.

“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.

“Who cares?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.

“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”

“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.

Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”

“Obviously.”

“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”

“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”

“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”

Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.

She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.

—————

Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.

“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”

“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.

Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.

Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.

“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”

“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.

“Thank you.”

“Arrives in 30 minutes.”

She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.

“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.

She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.

“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”

“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.

Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.

For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.

“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.

It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.

“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.

“Jason…” she warned.

But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.

Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.

Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”

Jason smirked. “And Damian.”

Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.

There stood Batman and Robin.

Tonight was just not her night.

“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.

“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.

“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.

Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”

“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.

“So…go find him,” Jason replied.

“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.

Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”

Bruce just nodded.

Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.

“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”

Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.

He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.

"And be nice to Damian."

"Never."

Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.

“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.

Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.

Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”

Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”

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[julesclues]

hi boooo! You’re legit my favorite author on here! I love your writing so much 💕 was wondering if you could do one: outer banks JJ getting so drunk at a party and throwing up at the party and getting sick all over JB car going back to the chateau with all the pogues. And like reader (not Girlfriend yet) taking care of him please 🥺 thank you so much!!!! 😍😍😍 I know you’re busy so like take you’re time and if you don’t want to it’s fine too 💕💕

Drunken Confessions

Warnings: excessive and underage drinking, cursing

Pairing: jj maybank x reader

Word count: 2.48k

Summary: JJ drinks a littleee too much at a party, which makes the reader worried about him. So being the great person she is, she decides to take care of him.

a/n: thank you for the kind words in your request! It really means a lot! <3

3 things JJ Maybank loves most in this world: sex, surfing, and booze. Emphasis on the booze because once he started, it was almost impossible to stop him which, was currently the situation at the party you were all at.

It was a normal party, one mixed with tourons and pouges. But a normal party for JJ obviously meant drinking. You always worried about him when he would over do it like he is now. Though you were all used to the underage drinking, it was kind of hard to remember that it still is, technically, illegal.

The music was almost too loud. You could barely hear your friends as they each took turns telling stories about their most embarrassing moment. “Mine’s gotta be in 3rd grade when I was in the talent show for dancing and wound up twirling off stage,” Kie exclaimed, making all of you laugh. Pope went next and then John B and as you went around the circle, you realized JJ was no where to be found. You stood up in worry and searched the party for his unique clothing style and beautiful set of hair. “Where is he?” You ask, making John B tilt his head. “Who?” You roll your eyes and look at him. “Your best friend?” You ask with a laugh. Before John B could answer though, you all heard some yelling in the distance. Turning your head to the sound, your question was answered.

There was JJ. Standing on top of a table. Chugging beer after beer, almost as if he was putting on a show for the cheering audience under him. They were all applauding him as he downed the substance, some of it pouring down his chest, turning his dark blue tee into black. You groaned in annoyance as you and the other pouges ran up to him. You pushed through the crowd and made your way to the front, giving you the perfect view of JJ’s drunken state. You sigh and stick your hand out to him. “JJ!” You yell, but he still continued to pour the drinks down his throat. “Maybank! Hey! Let’s go!” You attempt again, but it’s no use. So, you climb up on the table with him, earning even more cheers from the people below. Maybe they thought you were going to join him.

He finally turns to you and his eyes light up. “Y/n!” He exclaims happily. As much as you loved JJ, in this moment, you were pretty upset. All you wanted was for him to just take care of himself so he wouldn’t do stupid shit like this. “Let’s go J,” you whisper only loud enough for him to hear. You reach out to him but he dodges your touch. “No!” He yells, scanning the people below. “Please J. Come on. Please let’s go home,” you plead, making JJ turn toward you. This time, his eyes were soft and warm, almost as if he had turned sober for a quick moment. “Ugh, fine,” he groans, but secretly doesn’t mind the feeling of your finger tips guiding him off the table and back to the pouges. You ignored the boo’s you heard from the others, but they soon forgot about it. To you, they weren’t worth JJ’s time.

“He’s shit faced,” you state to the other pouges, as JJ leans further into your side. Without you, he might have fallen over. “What’s new?” Pope laughs, making you roll your eyes. You knew that this was normal for JJ and that the pouges took it as a joke, but that doesn’t mean it should’ve been normalized. You always worried about JJ and the fact that the other pouges didn’t, made you upset.

You sigh as you sway awkwardly with JJ, thinking about what to do. “Can we just take him back to John B’s? He can’t be drinking anymore guys,” you plead, as John B nods and grabs his keys to the van. “Let’s go then.” You all start walking to the van, you and JJ a little bit behind due to his wonky walking. “You’re cute,” he laughs in his drunken state, making you smile a bit. JJ flirting with you both sober and drunk wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it never failed to make you blush like a middle schooler. “You too J,” you admit, and he chuckles without saying another word.

You make it to the van where Kie holds the door open for you two to hop into the back. You shove JJ in first, having him sit near the window while you sit in the middle and Kie sits next to you guys. John B starts the van and starts driving, which makes JJ hold his stomach. You’re the only one who notices it. “You okay JJ?” You ask him, but all he does it roll down the window. “I’m gonna throw up,” he mumbles, making your eyes go wide. “Oh no JJ, not in the van please,” John B begs. JJ doesn’t say anything as he sticks his head out the window and starts violently throwing up. All of you groan and laugh, as you rub JJ’s back to soothe him. You repeat the phrases “it’s okay” and “you’re okay” like a mantra.

You felt something on your thigh and looked down to see JJ’s hand. After pulling his head back out the window, he plops down on the soft seat under him and looks at you with a sloppy smile while squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “I’m good,” he laughs, looking around the van. “Good cause if you ever throw up in my van, I’ll kill you,” John B chuckles, making everyone else laugh along.

Finally making it back to John B’s, with JJ getting sick almost every 5 minutes, you limp with him by your side as the pouges rush to get the door open for you two. “Come on,” you grunt, finding it a bit difficult to hold JJ up by yourself. He keeps giggling and laughing while slurring his words. “Get him cleaned up in the bathroom y/n,” Pope says, and you nod. “We’ll get him water and some tylenol but until then, just make sure he doesn’t throw up all over my house,” John B exclaims, making you chuckle and adjust yourself against JJ. “Sure thing John.”

You walk into the bathroom with JJ and plop him down on the toilet seat. He sways back and forth, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Jesus J, your clothes are so dirty,” you whisper with a sigh. “Would you like me to strip then, princess?” You roll your eyes but can’t help but grin at his flirty words. “Shut it Maybank. Let’s just get you cleaned u-“

Your words were interrupted by JJ rushing to get off the toilet seat so he could open it. He instantly started throwing up, gripping the sides of the toilet until his knuckles turned white. You instantly got on your knees and sat behind him, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. “Shit JJ..” you say sympathetically. “I fucking hate when you do this shit.” After a minute or so of throwing up, he sits down on the floor and wipes him mouth. “Come here,” you mumble, coming closer to him with a napkin, but he swats your hand away. “JJ..” you warn. “Y/n just get out of here, okay? I don’t need you taking care of me.” You blink in surprise of his words and how quickly he can switch up. “Instead of being petty JJ, how about you be grateful that someone cares about you!” He scoffs and looks away. “Whatever,” he hiccups. “Why do you even care? It’s not like you’re my girlfriend.” 

You freeze for a minute, trying to pretend like his words didn’t hurt you as much as they did. “You’re an asshole sometimes JJ. Girlfriend or not, I care about you. So stop denying my help and just shut up! God, I don’t even know why I’m fighting with you. You’re obviously so drunk right now. You don’t mean anything you’re saying.” You get up and stick your hand out for him. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He looks at your hand and then up at you. You shoot him a smile and he could swear, drunk or not, that smile would be the death of him one day. 

He hesitantly takes your hand, and you pull him up, having him stumble a bit before regaining his balance. You lead him to his bedroom and plop him down on his bed. You kneel down to take off his shoes for him, but he stops you. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, looking down to the ground. “For what?” You ask him, sitting down next to him. He feels the bed dip down a bit, which makes him sway a little. “For what I said in the bathroom,” he mumbles. You shake your head and chuckle. “JJ, you’re just drunk. I know you don’t mean any of it.” You were always so patient and understanding when it came to JJ. It was one of the many things he loved about you. That’s what made you so different from the other pouges. 

“Y/n?” He whispers. “Hm?” You ask in the same volume that he had used. “I like you a lot.” You smile and grip his shoulder. “I like you a lot too, JJ.” He shakes his head and lays down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. “No Y/n,” he sighs, while closing his eyes. “I don’t think you understand. I like you a lot.” You tilt your head for a second in confusion, but instantly look at him wide eyed when you get what he meant. “Wha- JJ? Are you serious?” But he doesn't respond. All you heard from him was his silent snores. You get up from his bed and look down at him, to see he was fast asleep. Your breathing starts to pick up as you pace around the room silently. “Oh my god, oh my god. He didn’t mean that, right? He’s just drunk.. right? My god Y/n, who are you even asking? You’re alone. Right.. okay.” You stop pacing and grab a blanket that’s folded on JJ’s bed and cover him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the forehead. “You better have meant what you said JJ, or I’ll kill you.” 

You leave a letter for him and go on your way, hoping he calls you in the morning or is not too sick to remember what he meant. 

Dear JJ, 

It’s your favorite person :) You were pretty drunk last night so the pouges left you some water and medicine while I took care of you. When you wake up, give me a call, okay? We kinda need to talk. And please JJ, try not to get so drunk anymore. You worry me when you do. I care about you. Girlfriend or not. 

Love, Y/n <3

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JJ wakes up the next morning with a groan and a pounding headache. He felt like he got hit by a truck. He never drinks this much and he knew it, but for some reason last night was different. He was trying to forget. And apparently it worked because he forgot what he was trying to forget. Bingo. He blinks a couple of times to get his vision from blurry to clear before standing up and stretching. He  looks down at his nightstand and finds a folded piece of paper and instantly recognizes your handwriting. 

He opens the letter and reads it. His eyes go wide when he reads “girlfriend or not.” He starts to wonder what he could’ve possibly said to you last night for you to include that in the letter, but his memory is failing him. Nevertheless, he finds his phone and quickly finds your contact, hesitantly clicking “call.” 

You answer after a couple of rings with a chipper yet out of breath ‘hello.’ 

“Hey Y/n..” he says softly, hearing your pants. “Are you okay?” he asks with a hint of concern in his voice. “Yeah J, I-I’m good. Just surfing. Why don’t you join me? None of the other pouges are here, and I’d like to talk to you, if that’s okay.” You didn’t sound mad or upset, which JJ took into consideration. The last thing he ever wanted was to make you upset. “Sure, yeah. I’m on my way.” 

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JJ meets you on the beach about 15 minutes after your phone call. “Hey J!” You say, running up to him with a smile. “How are you feeling?” You ask him, and he just rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m a little out of it but the strangest thing is that I don’t remember anything from last night.” Your face instantly drops and JJ is quick to recognize your disappointment. “Oh..” you sigh, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down. “What’s the matter? Did I say something last night? Y/n whatever I said, I didn’t mean it, okay?” You look back up at JJ with a bit of tears in your eyes. “You said you liked me,” you mumble, making JJ tilt his head. “Of course I like you,” he chuckles. You shake your head, realizing you were mimicking his actions from last night. “No JJ. You said you liked me.” His eyes go wide, immediately realizing what you meant. “Oh.. Y/n, I- I don’t-”

“Did you mean it J?”

“Y/N-”

“Just tell me JJ. Please. Don’t lie to me, okay?”

 JJ looks down for a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should tell the truth to you and potentially ruin the friendship, or lie to you, and ruin the friendship even further. He saw how hurt you look when he said he didn’t remember, so maybe, just maybe, there was a slight chance that you liked him back. 

“I like you Y/n. I do. More than a friend. I didn’t want to tell you while I was shitfaced and with you taking care of me. But I did, and I’m sorry. You deserved a better confession from me. I really do like you Y/n but if you don’t like me back then that’s okay. I ju- are you crying?!”

You wipe the tears away as you chuckle from JJ’s concerned face from you crying. “Of course I am, you idiot!” You exclaim, walking closer to him. “JJ I like you too. So much. I was really hoping you were telling the truth because I don’t think I could watch you have one night stands anymore,” you laugh, and so does he. “So does this mean..” his voice trails off but you knew what he meant. You nod with a smile and he returns it, blinking slowly. 

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Please do.”