#Tom looks possibly slightly uncomfortable

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Omg hi!! I was wondering if you could write maybe something will bill in like 2007-2009 with a girlfriend that's in the band? The rest of the band know they are together but the public doesn't know until they slip up(there was already signs but nothing was confirmed) and all the fan girls figure out , and they are already don't like the reader because shes a girl in a band with 4 guys, how would this affect their relationship?

I don't really request so I didn't know how to word this sorry

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ofc!! I hope that I understood your request correctly and that it turned out how you wanted! <3 ( this is btw my first ever fanfic on tumblr, so if there are any writing mistakes, I apologize 😭 english isn’t my fist language, but I’ll try my best!)

Complications

„How do you do that?“ I asked genuinely interested the twin brother of my boyfriend, who was just playing something on his guitar again. He smiled at me. „Years of practice,“ he explained, whereupon I started laughing. I would probably never learn an instrument, I was just too impatient for that.

Warm hands suddenly wrapped around my hip and I immediately knew who it was. My cheeks had received a visible pink tone and my lips twisted into a grin. I felt Bill’s breath on my neck, which he kissed lightly. „Where have you been, babe? I missed you,“ he mumbled, whereupon I had to giggle and went through his spiky, soft hair with my hand. I wondered every time, how his hair could withstand all the chemicals contained in the dyes and all the cans of hairspray.

I looked into his pretty, brown eyes. “Where I have been? Where have you been! I missed you as well.” I said grinning. He lifted an eyebrow and a little smile appeared on his face. “I was running away from screaming girls and flashing cameras, just a normal day.” He said, sighing a little. Tom made a weird sound, which made my head turn into his direction. He was looking at us.

“Well, you guys know that you can’t hide your relationship forever. Sooner or later, it will come out. They will always find out.” Tom said with a little concern in his voice. My stomach twisted in an uncomfortable way and I shared a look with bill. I was pretty aware of that and I knew, that it was just a matter of time until everyone will know about our little secret.

“I know, but as long as we can, we will keep it undercover.” Bill said and I nodded in agreement. “I think that you’ll can’t do that for long anymore. They’re already signs.” Tom said and grabbed a newspaper from this morning. He handed it too bill and Bill opened the paper to find the article about the rumors. I looked too and there it was. It wasn’t so large so it didn’t got much attention, but it was still there.

„Frontman of Tokio Hotel was seen suspiciously close with the star-girl of the band! Could there be a possible relationship between the two? Does it affect the band? ...“ The article was not very long, but it was still visible and you immediately saw, that it was Bill Kaulitz in the photos. I was only seen from behind and my face was not great to see, yet we were close to each other. Slowly I shook my head and looked desperately at Bill, who seemed thoughtful.

„Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we just dissolved it,“ I said, staring deep into the eyes of Bill, who also now looked at mine. He pulled his eyebrows together. „Yes, probably, but it’s not that easy. I don’t want to drag you in there.“ His voice seemed worried and slightly anxious, which immediately made my chest tighter. My hand found his cheek, which I gently stroked.

„Hey, everything will be fine, I’m sure of it. You don’t have to worry, Bill. I have you, I know you will always take care of me. You’ll see, everything will go great as soon as everyone knows!“ I said cheeringly, but Bill’s half smile he gave me didn’t reach his eyes.

My heart raced and I felt Bill’s hand holding mine tight. The black sunglasses only protect a little from the violent lightning storm, which took us from all sides. The next day had begun and our „little secret“ was no longer so small. Reporters stood on every corner, asking unpleasant questions that we avoided.

Bill kept looking down at me to make sure I was okay, but I was already used to it. I have been part of the band for two years now and since I joined the band in 2006, I have already been included in the world of the band.

„Just look! There’s his girlfriend!“ Suddenly screamed a girl, who had stood between the reporters and now behind her a huge crowd of fans came towards us. Fear spread in me and I now clung to Bill’s arm, who now also took faster steps. He bent down to me, which only made the snapping of the cameras louder.

„Don’t panic, we’re almost there,“ he said gently, which calmed me down a little, but still did not completely free me from the nervousness that was spread throughout my body. The last steps were now taken and we all quickly rushed through the door of the studio.

The first preparations for the new album were sue, which is why we had a lot to do and thus spent a lot of time in the studio. Bill sighed with relief when he took off his sunglasses and looked at me. I did the same. His hands now held my face, which immediately captivated me. „I love you,“ he whispered and now pulled me closer to let his lips dance passionately on mine. We ignored everything and it was nice until Tom’s call brought us to the here and now.

„Stop!“ He called and came up to us to pull us apart. Bill stared at his brother stunned and was just about to say something, but I put my hand on his mouth to stop him. It was dead silence.

„Bill,“ I whispered and took my hand from his mouth. „What-“ he stopped his sentence, when he looked in the same direction as me. A group of girls, all with their cameras, had caught us. In addition, a larger group of reporters. My shocked look was found by Bill, but he was exactly the opposite of me. He didn’t look shocked or scared. He looked rather relaxed and calm.

„It’s in the news.“ it now came from Georg, who had turned on the TV in the meantime. Goosebumps spread on my body and my hands found my face. „Shit.“ I murmured and now felt Bill’s cold hands, gently enclosed my hands and freed them from my face. A smile lay on his lips, which left me confused.

„Fuck it,“ he said, his eyes sparkled just like his black hair, which smoothly framed his head. „Everyone should know that you are all mine and I belong to you. From my sight, the whole world can find out! I stand by you and I think we should stop hiding our feelings. They will understand it sooner or later,“ Bill said and stroked his thumb over my open lips. He was right.

I blushed. „That was really sweet,“ I said smiling, which made him give me a toothy grin. He came closer and pulled me into a long kiss again. This time it didn’t matter that all the fan girls were still glued to the window and photographed and filmed every inch of our kiss, because we were no longer interested in the opinion of others. It only counted him and me, everything else was unimportant and I will proudly present, how much he means to me.

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #fanfic #writers on tumblr #new fanfic #2000s #2008 #first story

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#Michael and his own little murder crew #In the book #it was just Tom and Rocco #and Clemenza waiting in the car #Neri was busy taking over Tessio's regime #The way they all casually stroll away #after watching a man be garotted #in front of them #so cold #but honestly I don't blame them #especially Michael and Tom #Tom looks possibly slightly uncomfortable #but not that much #The Godfather #michael corleone #Tom Hagen #Rocco Lampone #Al Neri

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Plz write about reader accidentally kissing someone else. Thanks in advance!

MISTAKE - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: a fan puts you in an awkward situation, tom getting the complete wrong idea, putting a divide between the two of you as you try to explain yourself, tom thinking of a different way to resolve this.

content: angst, angry sex, a little fluff at the end.

a/n: thank you for the request i hope u like it, i had sm fun writing this!! sorry it’s so long i got carried away…😭😭

“oh my god i love you so much!” another fan says, tears streaming down her face as i sign her autograph, sending her a warm smile and moving onto the next.

tom isn’t too far behind me, signing other fans autographs and taking pictures with the rest of the band, this being the standard before and after every event. we had just wrapped up the 2008 EMAs, getting ready to leave, not before acknowledging his fans. with me being his long term girlfriend, aside from the occasional fan who would hate on me purely out of spite, i had become quite popular amongst his fanbase, signing autographs and interacting with them turning into a regular occurrence, but i didn’t mind it. these people had given tom the success he has, and i couldnt thank them enough, taking pictures and speaking with them, even if it is only for a few seconds, being the least i could do.

and to say that tom likes how much his fans adore me is an understatement. he treats me like his prized possession, his face beaming with pride as i speak with every fan i can, occasionally turning around to see him smiling back at me, so much love in his eyes that my heart could melt at the sight. he wore two headbands, one black and the other grey, his long dreads tied up in a ponytail, losing his usual flat cap and opting for a dark brown t-shirt that read ‘tokio hotel’.

i however, wore a long black dress, the bottom split at one side, the material hugging my figure perfectly, paired with some black heels, my hair straightened and makeup caked on, excessive amounts of jewellery around my body. i was surprised tom hadn’t made any moves on me the whole night, the public eye never really stopping the PDA from him. he didn’t shy away from telling me how beautiful i looked before we arrived, promising that he would show me once we were back at the hotel room, and i knew exactly what that would entail, the details better left unsaid.

my body begins to feel slightly tired after being at the award show for hours, the amount of fans that i’m yet to speak to not going down. i approach the next one, already a little weirded out. he looks around my age, maybe a few years older, a strange smirk on his face as his eyes rake down my body, undressing me with his gaze. i already feel uncomfortable, unsure of what to say as his eyes stop at my cleavage, not even uttering a word.

“hey! how are you, is there anything that you want me to sign?” i eventually say, the guy quickly looking upwards, as if he hadn’t been checking out every inch of my body seconds before.

“can i get a picture?” he says simply, his tongue poking out as he slowly licks his lips, not breaking eye contact with me.

my insides are churning, the thought of him checking me out making me want to throw up, internally praying that tom could be beside me right now. i quickly look over, seeing him too immersed in signing fans autographs to glance in my direction, the high pitched sound of girls screaming his name leaving him a little distracted from me, understandably. i plaster a forced smile on my face, trying to be done with this guy as soon as possible so i can move away from him, already feeling super on edge.

“of course!” i say, moving closer to the barricade as he pulls out his phone.

he moves his hand, reaching it outwards as i assume he is going to put a friendly arm around my shoulder, not minding this as it’s something a lot of fans do. instead, his hand stretches towards my face, turning it so that it is facing him instead of the camera like it previously was, placing a kiss onto my lips before i can even register what is happening.

the second that i process another person’s lips are touching mine, a person that isn’t tom, i frantically pull away, my breathing fast and heavy as i quickly turn to face tom. he is already looking at me, having just witnessed the entire thing from a few metres away. he is pissed. his jaw clenched, eyes hooded, chest heaving up and down as he completely ignores the girls shoving paper and pens at him, begging for an autograph.

i ignore the guy, knowing that if i speak my mind to him in this moment, i’ll deal with a pretty big scandal. instead, i rush over to tom, tears clouding my vision, trying to push them back as i force a smile, walking over as he steps back from the fans, facing away from the crowd.

“we’re gonna talk about this once we get back. don’t think that you’re getting off the hook, what the actual fuck?” he whispers, his teeth gritted. “now you’re gonna act like everything is fine until this whole thing is over, yeah?”

“but tom i-” i begin, desperately trying to explain myself.

“i don’t wanna fucking hear it. you’ve done enough, don’t you think? now smile.” he mutters, quickly turning back around to the crowd, wrapping his arm around my waist and planting a kiss onto my cheek as if nothing has happened.

the fans go wild, screaming loudly, the paparazzi loving this, knowing that pictures of tom and i are something that the world goes literally crazy for. flashing lights blind my vision as i try to blink the tears away, doing so successfully, putting my emotions aside for the sake of tom’s career, desperate to get out of here so that i can explain myself, tom clearly getting the wrong idea.

“kiss her properly tom!” someone within the crowd of paparazzi shouts, tom flashing them all a smile, pecking my lips as the cameras go wild, taking advantage of the opportunity. i can tell that he is pissed from the way his lips touch mine, his hand around my waist, the other hanging loosely by his side, no love in the kiss. but he doesn’t let anyone else see that. to anybody else, it would look completely normal, like a couple with no problems, not as if tom had witnessed me kiss another guy with zero context. his hand grasps mine, interlocking our fingers, taking me over to an interviewer beckoning us over, this the part i am dreading most.

she smiles warmly at us, speaking into the microphone, tom still holding my hand, squeezing it slightly, this not to comfort me, but to remind me to act normal.

“so guys, how are you both? and, congratulations to you, tom, and the rest of tokio hotel for winning an award tonight!” she says, pointing the microphone to tom as he smiles before speaking into it.

“we’re doing great. it feels so crazy to win another award with the band, we couldn’t have done it without our fans, so thank you, all of you.” he says, smiling warmly at the camera as the interviewer takes the mic back.

“and, as tom’s girlfriend, how does it feel to be here with him tonight, and, i’m guessing there’s gonna be big celebrations later on!” she laughs, winking at me when saying the last part.

“yeah, it’s amazing. i feel so honoured to be here with him and the rest of the band tonight, i’m just so proud of how far he’s come, and i’m so thankful to be on this journey with him.” i nod, smiling and looking into his eyes as convincingly as i can, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

tom leans into the mic, the interviewer pointing it in his direction. “and to answer the second part of your question, i don’t think we’re gonna be doing much sleeping tonight.” he smirks, winking in my direction as i laugh lightly, smacking his arm and rolling my eyes playfully.

as angry at he is right now, he is good at not showing it as even i question if he is acting anymore, his affection so natural that it doesn’t seem forced.

the interview drags on for at least another ten minutes, asking questions about our relationship, to which we answer the best we can, appearing to convince the interviewer and crowd pretty well. she ends it by thanking us, wishing us a great night as we walk away, big smiles plastered on our faces as we head to take more pictures, paparazzi again demanding us to be as intimate as we can, tom and i obliging, followed by more interviews.

“tom can you please just listen to me-”

“i don’t want to hear it, just get in the car.” he says, opening the door for me and climbing in, sitting silently with his arms crossed as the car falls silent, the driver taking us to the hotel room.

the entire ride home is silent, tom completely ignoring me as he won’t touch or even look at me, his head resting on the window, jaw clenched and his entire expression angry. i try to hold his hand, moving my fingers and attempting to intertwine them with his, but he shrugs them off, refusing to say a word.

we stop outside the hotel, the driver opening the door for us as we both say our thanks, stepping out of the car. tom walks ahead, not waiting for me as i struggle to keep up, only catching up once he buzzes for the elevator, both of us stepping inside, tom standing on the other side, looking downwards at his feet and refusing to make eye contact with me.

“baby please just let me talk, i can explain.” i plead, my voice a little shaky, slightly scared of his ability to so naturally act like he is in love with me in front of the cameras, but once we are alone, he can turn from caring to cold in seconds.

“what, you can explain kissing another guy right in front of me? can you fucking hear yourself?” he scoffs, tutting as the elevator opens. his hands are in his pockets as he lifts his body up from where it was slouched against the wall of the elevator, walking ahead of me once again, using his key card and entering the hotel room, finding the rest of the band already there. they had left earlier than us, already finished with their interviews as the band had done their collective ones earlier on, tom and i only needing to stay to do our separate ones.

“hey guys.” tom says, saying nothing more as he walks into our shared bedroom.

bill furrows his eyebrows in confusion, and i send him a small smile, mouthing ‘i’ll explain later’, before following where tom had gone. the bedroom is dark, tom not in there, but the balcony doors are open. i can make out his figure through the darkness, smoke coming from his mouth as i look towards the lit cigarette in his hands, hesitantly joining him on the balcony which overlooks the city.

he takes a quick glance at me, looking forwards and ignoring me as he had since the incident had happened.

“you gonna keep ignoring me? or can i explain?” i ask, trying to stand a little closer to him, testing what my boundaries are.

“nothing for you to explain.” he mutters, bringing the cig to his lips, inhaling and watching the smoke exit his mouth.

the cold breeze of the night causes me to shiver a little, my strapless dress not helping me out as i rub my hands up and down my arms in an attempt to warm myself up.

“i didn’t fucking kiss him. jesus christ do you think i’m some slut who can’t contain myself? i haven’t cheated on you throughout our whole relationship, tom, and i definitely wouldn’t do it in public like that.” i sigh, the tears already beginning to form in my eyes as i can see that he isn’t in any position to hear me out, his mind already set on what he thinks he has witnessed.

“what so i was fucking hallucinating when i saw him kiss you?” he scoffs sarcastically, putting his cig out and looking into my eyes for the first time, his full of rage, a lit fuse ready to blow. he shakes his head when i stay silent, walking back into the bedroom.

i don’t give up yet, quickly following him into the room.

“he asked for a picture. i wasn’t even looking at him, i was looking into his camera. he grabbed my face and kissed me. he forced me onto him, and i pulled away. so can you stop being so fucking stubborn, ‘cause i’m tired of this shit. i shouldn’t feel bad when you’re too childish to hear me out! so fucking grow a pair and-”

my heated rambling is quickly cut off my tom firmly pressing his lips against mine, walking me backwards until my back harshly collides with the wall, a gasp leaving my mouth as i do so.

“fucking shut up.” he mumbles against my lips, his hand reaching behind me as he quickly pulls the zipper of my dress down, pushing his tongue into my mouth and kissing me with so much hunger that it is hard to remember why we were even arguing in the first place.

but the harshness of his kiss tells me that he is still irritated, taking out his anger on me in the best way possible, his hands reaching for the top of my dress, pulling it down my frame without removing his lips from mine, letting it hit the floor, leaving me in only my black lace panties.

he moves his hands to underneath my thighs, lifting them up in one smooth motion, wrapping them tightly around his waist as he walks us to the bed, his tongue still exploring my mouth, only fuelling the need to feel him inside me, the burning in between my thighs getting harder and harder to ignore.

he lays me on the bed, wasting no time in climbing on top of me, my hands scrambling to removing his t-shirt, lifting the material up and over his head. he moves his knee in between my thighs as he unbuckles his belt, the hunger mixed with pure lust causing me to grind on him, brushing perfectly against my clit as i sigh out in pleasure. tom has his tongue pressed to the corner of his mouth, almost mocking my desperation.

“getting off on my knee, you’re that needy? baby you need to use your words. i’ll give you what you want, you just need to say the word.” he teases, pulling his pants down and throwing them somewhere on the floor, leaving him in just his boxers, our underwear now the only thing separating us.

he climbs back on top of me, moving his knee as i whine slightly, a little frustrated at the loss of contact. he buries his head in the crook of my neck, biting at the skin harshly, soothing the slight pain with his tongue after, sending a chill down my body, my breathing becoming erratic as he begins to grind down on me, knowing exactly how to tease me.

“you know what you want.” he whispers against the skin of my neck, before carrying on placing slow and wet kisses there, knowing he will leave marks afterwards. “just say it. say what you want.”

i feel him smile against me, enjoying the way i wither beneath him, completely at his mercy, so desperate to feel his dick inside me.

“i need you…inside me.” i breathe out, my fingers moving to the inside of his boxers, fiddling with the waistband as i just want them off, tired of his teasing.

“was that so hard?” he asks, kissing me roughly as he moves my hands away, tugging his boxers down and moving to my panties, pulling his lips away from me and using his teeth to pull them down a little, loving the way my breath hitches in my throat when he does this. he replaces his mouth with his hands, swiftly taking my panties off, leaving us both naked.

“don’t think i’m going easy on you. i’m still pissed about earlier.” he begins, positioning his tip at my entrance. “i just knew i’d be able to get you all worked up doing this.”

he stops, looking into my eyes as our faces are inches apart, before moving into me, stretching my walls as he gives me no time to adjust, bottoming out inside me and almost completely pulling out, snapping his hips once again.

“fuck- too much.” i whine, the pain overtaking the pleasure as i squeeze his bicep, my eyes watering as my teeth sink into my bottom lip.

“i thought you wanted this.” he taunts, slowly moving out of me again, before thrusting into me again, a restrained groan escaping his mouth. “can you not take it, hm?”

all i can do is moan in response, trying to caress his chest as he begins a fast rhythm, showing no remorse as he moves in and out of me at a rapid pace.

“mm, no touching.” he says, taking both my arms and placing them above my head, using one hand to hold them in place, whilst the other begins to toy with my clit, the pain quickly subsiding as i am lost in pure ecstasy.

his tip brushes over my g-spot, a loud moan emitting from my parted lips, my eyes screwing shut, unable to take the pleasure as it hits me faster than ever.

“oh my god, there…right there, please tom!” i cry out, biting my lip to try and contain my moans, remembering that the rest of the band are right down the hall, not wanting them to hear any of this.

“here?” he teases, angling himself so that he isn’t just brushing over the spot, his tip is directly hitting it over and over again, my release fast approaching.

“that guy…” he begins, pressing his hand on my lower stomach, the print of his dick moving in and out of me now visible. “he couldn’t fuck you like this. only i can, mhm? say it.”

i am so lost in pleasure that i don’t even register what he is saying, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, legs going numb as they instinctively wrap around his waist, bringing him closer into me, allowing him to drill into me even deeper with each thrust, hitting angles that i had never felt before. i don’t comprehend his words until i feel his thumb touch my bottom lip, dragging downwards until it releases with a pop.

“fucking say it.” he demands, grunting lowly and moving in and out of me even harder, my legs feeling a dull ache between them as the knot in my stomach only tightens, my release fast approaching.

“only- fuck! only you can do this.” i manage to breathe out, my words so incoherent that they can barely be made out, so lost in pleasure that i am beyond the point of caring.

“i’m close baby.” tom says, connecting his lips with mine once again, our mouths sloppily colliding as small moans are muffled within the kiss. i can’t even tell him that i am close too, but the way i clench around him gives him enough of an idea.

his dick twitches inside of me as he pulls away, his mouth hanging open whilst his head falls back, a choked moan escaping his mouth as i feel his cum coat my walls, this triggering my own release. my ability to speak is quickly lost, a high pitched moan leaving my mouth as i let my release take over, my vision clouding up as the pleasure becomes too much, tom clearly not looking to stop as he chases another release, my eyes squeezing shut as i quickly become overstimulated.

“too much…” i whine. “cant take it.”

“should’ve thought about that before you let me catch another guy kissing you. i’m not stopping till you fucking understand only i can do that.” he replies, flipping us over so that i am on top.

“ride.” he says, placing his hands on my hips as mine rest on his shoulders, his lips moving to my collarbone.

“i can’t.” i sigh, tears clouding my vision as i fall onto him, completely exhausted. my legs ache, my inner thighs sore from him not letting me adjust, my throat dry from the sounds he made leave my mouth.

he sighs, guilt taking over his expression as he begins to feel a little bad, his hands reaching to rub my back.

“you did so good schatz.” he says, pulling out of me as i whine from the loss of contact, my body hot, forehead glistening with sweat. “you okay? did i go too hard. sorry, i was just angry, if i took it too far you have to-”

i cut him off by gently pecking his lips, reassuring him. “it’s fine, tom, i’m okay. i’m really sorry about tonight.”

“it wasn’t your fault. sorry i was such an ass about it.” he apologises, tracing random shapes along my back. “i think it’s best i don’t leave your side in public from now on, yeah? i swear to god if i see that asshole again-”

“don’t worry about it, it’s okay now.” i laugh, taking his hand and playing with his fingers, my breathing slowing down. “i don’t think he’ll be coming to anymore events that we’re at, you should’ve seen how humiliated he was when i pulled away. fucking loser, i don’t understand what else he wanted me to do.”

he chuckles slightly, tightening his hold on me and planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “let’s get you cleaned up.”

he takes my hand, laughing at the way my legs shake as i struggle to walk, taking me towards the bathroom and running me a bath, showering me with kisses for the rest of the night.

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[sidekick-hero]

Carry you

(steddie | rated t | wc: 4k | cw: drug addiction, hurt Eddie Munson, post break-up, hopeful ending | @steddielovemonth | prompt by @starryeyedjanai "Love is letting someone take care of you" | AO3)

When Eddie opens his eyes, he has no idea where he is.

That should probably scare him, but the only thing he can think in that moment between blissful nothingness and cold, hard reality is "the bathroom at the party looked different." Because he is in a bathroom, that much he can say. There are white tiles everywhere and a roll of toilet paper in front of him and... is that a plastic handrail?

Lifting his head is a Herculean effort, but somehow he manages to do it, even though it makes his stomach turn.

In front of him is a freestanding shower and a bathtub with stairs to get into. The bathroom is huge and sterile, smelling of disinfectant.

As more and more of his senses come back online, Eddie notices several things at once:

#1 He's wearing what can barely be called a gown, cold air hitting his exposed skin everywhere. His back, his legs, hell, even his junk gets more of a breeze than he likes.

#2 He's nauseous, his stomach rolls uncomfortably, and his head is killing him, a sharp pain that's increasing in intensity by the second.

#3 He knows that something is definitely very, very wrong and he can feel the anxiety rising like bile in his throat.

It's that last realization that triggers his fight or flight response and in seconds he's off the toilet he's sitting on, the sudden movement sending him stumbling, his legs wobbling and his head spinning. Everything hurts and he feels so weak. He catches himself on the railing next to the toilet and figures that's what it's there for. Although he has no idea what kind of person would have such a strange bathroom. The last one he was in, at Tim's or Tom's or Terry's party, something with a T, for sure, the tiles had been black and there had been a lot of bamboo furniture and gold accents. It had smelled nice too, vanilla and cinnamon.

He staggers to a door that hopefully leads out of this fucking nightmare. Maybe Gareth or Freak are behind this, to teach Eddie a lesson for ditching them again to go partying when they had to pack up their shit after the show. But not Jeff, he's too nice to do something like that. The next morning, when Eddie arrives with a hangover the size of his ego, to quote Gareth, Jeff will only look at him with disappointment.

Or maybe they just don't care enough about him anymore to pull a prank on him. Eddie can't remember the last time they even talked to him, beyond discussing the bare minimum for their shows.

Leaving the bathroom, he carefully walks down a long hallway with the ugliest yellow linoleum Eddie has ever seen. It hurts his eyes and his stomach gives another unpleasant churning. On his right, he sees a glass door with "Intermediate Care Unit" written in big white letters.

What the fuck?

He turns right and continues down the hall, hoping to find someone who can tell him where he is and why his body feels like it's been hit with a sledgehammer. Repeatedly.

"Mr. Munson, you shouldn't be out of bed," a stern voice calls from behind him, and when he turns around he sees a middle-aged woman in white scrubs looking at him with a stern expression on her face.

Feeling more and more like he has landed in an episode of The Twilight Zone, Eddie looks at her with an incredulous look on his face. "Who are you? And where is everyone?"

She scoffs at his answer, clearly not pleased.

"I am the nurse responsible for getting you well enough to leave this ward as soon as possible, and you would make my job a lot easier if you would go back to your bed." Before he can process the meaning of her words, she continues. "As for everyone else, well, no one else overdosed, so I would assume they're all home by now."

Eddie can only stare at her open-mouthed, disbelief and horror probably written all over his face, because her own face is softening slightly.

"Now come on, let's get you back to bed, you really shouldn't be wandering around."

She gently takes his elbow and leads him to a door with the number 719 on it. As she opens it for him, Eddie sees three beds inside. To the left and right, he sees two old men, both looking directly at him. The one on the right says, "We tried to stop him, Nurse Elli, we really did," in a high, nasal voice that is already getting on Eddie's nerves. "The kid wouldn't listen to us, would he, Harry?"

"Exactly," Harry answered, at least in a deeper, more bearable tone.

Ignoring the geriatric Ernie and Bert, Nurse Elli leads him to the bed in the middle and helps him to lie down again. Only then does Eddie remember that all he's wearing is a thin hospital gown with an open back. Well, he thinks, Nurse Elli has seen worse in her profession than his pale, scrawny ass. Besides, it's not like much of his modesty has survived the last two years of sex, drugs and rock'n'roll that have been his life.

By the time he's back under the covers, his nurse has turned around and is walking back over to the door. A bone-deep exhaustion has begun to seep into his body, slowly dragging him back under, but seeing her walk out of the room gives him a burst of energy.

"Wait! Someone needs to tell me what happened. What am I doing here?"

Embarrassment burns hot under his skin as he hears the tears in his voice, but the sound of it breaking at his question makes Nurse Elli stop. She turns back to him and her eyes are much kinder than before.

"The doctor will be with you shortly. He'll explain everything to you, Mr. Munson. I'll let him know you're awake now."

And then she leaves, and Eddie sinks back into his bed in the hope that the next time he opens his eyes, it will all have been just a bad dream.

It was not all just a bad dream.

The next time Eddie comes to, he's alone in his room, except for a middle-aged man who seems to be the doctor Nurse Elli told him would be stopping by.

Doctor Owens explains that he overdosed on alcohol and coke at a party at some music producer's house and had been in a coma for two full days. They quickly stabilized him, pumped his stomach and gave him fluids through an IV. Eddie is lucky he's still young and his system recovered from the shock quite well. When he showed signs of waking up, they brought him down here from the ICU to free up his bed for someone who needed it more.

"If Mr. Harrington hadn't called 911 and told them to come get you, you'd be dead right now, Mr. Munson. I'm sorry to say this, but from what I've heard, no one at the party even cared, just insisted that you brought your own drugs and they had nothing to do with it. Mr. Harrington has also been your only visitor so far."

His words should make him angry or sad, something, but he can't process them. Not when his brain is still struggling to make sense of the first part of his statement, Eddie’s heart racing in his chest.

"Mr. Harrington? As in..."

"Steve Harrington, he says he's a close friend. He's the one who called the ambulance, gave the operator your cell phone number so they could track your phone and get you to the hospital. He's been visiting you every day since. He also called your uncle, because we are not allowed to give out any medical information to anyone outside of the family. Your uncle should be here soon, I called him yesterday to give him an update on your condition."

His mind is reeling, too many thoughts fighting for dominance and one word screaming louder than any of them in his head.

Steve, Steve, Steve.

How... it couldn't be. Not after their last fight. Not after the things he said to Steve. To his horror, he feels tears burning hot in his eyes at the memory. A memory he had pushed as far back in his mind as he could because every time he thought about that night he wanted to curl up into a fetal position and cry.

"You are a lucky man, Mr. Munson. This man seems to care a lot about you, as does your uncle. You should let them help you. And if you will allow me to be very clear with you: You need all the help you can get. You're young, so your body can take a lot. But it's not in good shape. You have an old man's liver, and your spleen and kidneys are showing signs of the abuse you put them through. The echo also showed some irregularities in your heartbeat. If you continue down the path you're on, your organs will fail and you will die, Mr. Munson. Painfully. So my advice to you is to get clean as soon as possible. We have some facilities we work with, a nurse will bring you some brochures."

Eddie could only nod numbly, tears now falling freely from his eyes, his throat tight and his head aching. Everything hurt. Especially his heart.

"Okay, we'll keep you here for two more days until we're sure you're stable enough to be on your own." Doctor Owens tells him, turning to leave and get on with his day, as if he hadn't just dropped a damn bomb on his head. He pauses at the door and turns back to him.

"And a word of advice from someone twice your age who's seen a lot in his time here: stick with people who really care about you, like Mr. Harrington, instead of spending your time with people who leave you lying in a bathroom in your own vomit."

With that, he steps out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him and leaving Eddie alone with his thoughts.

Eddie doesn't know how long it's been since Dr. Owens left. It could have been hours, days, weeks, for all he knows, too deep inside his own head to spare any thought for the passing of time. Lying in a hospital bed, the nausea and pain raging through his battered body, Eddie finally breaks down and lets the thoughts come.

He's lost in his memories, thinking about everything that led him here, alone and in pain in a hospital bed, after nearly killing himself with things he swore he'd never use. Weed was fine, though he didn't indulge much anyway, preferring to sell it and make some much-needed money than to smoke it himself. But coke? Nah, he knew how epically stupid it would be to even try that shit.

And yet he did.

A party to celebrate the release of their first single. One lapse in judgment while flying so fucking high that nothing could touch him. One bad decision was all it took for him to succumb to the effects of the white powder.

The high he felt after snorting his first line had been magical and he's been chasing that feeling ever since, blind to all he's sacrificed in the process.

It changed him, he knows. Every euphoric high that made him talk a mile a minute, overly affectionate, loud and brash and in love with the whole world would inevitably end in a crash. He became irritable and hostile toward the people he loved, thinking they were out to get him. Whenever his friends or Wayne or Steve so much as looked at him the wrong way about his new habit, he would lash out at them.

He became increasingly angry and accused them of trying to control him, of envying him his success and happiness.

That's when he started drinking, too. He drank himself stupid so that he wouldn't have to think about the way Steve was starting to look at him as if he didn't even know him anymore. To forget the sad look in Wayne's eyes or the way his friends had started to avoid him. When he was drunk out of his mind, he could forget the way the Coffin boys had started talking about him behind his back, could ignore the murderous looks Robin kept sending his way.

Thinking back, Eddie felt like everything had spun out of his control so fast.

It's like one day he comes home to Steve, ecstatic about signing their first record deal and celebrating the start of a new chapter with the love of his life by dancing around their living room barefoot, laughing and kissing each other, promising happiness and forever.

Only to throw that love right back in Steve's face the next day by calling him needy, clingy, and full of bullshit.

He claimed that Steve was holding him back and that Steve didn't love him, that he just didn't want to be alone. He also said that Steve still thought he was better than Eddie, better than the town freak, the fuck-up, the trailer trash.

You don't want me to succeed and finally step out of your perfect shadow, because then what would stop me from leaving you, right?

Eddie regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. Secretly, he had always feared that his success would cause a rift in his relationship with Steve. Eddie had no desire to leave Steve, because Steve was still the best goddamn thing that ever happened to him, but he couldn't help but feel that he was losing him anyway. Even more so when he had seen Steve's face crumble, when he had seen the exact moment when his heart had broken into a million pieces.

He had wanted to take Steve in his arms and apologize for saying cruel things he didn't even believe. It had been his own insecurities that had caused him to lash out, and he had hurt Steve before he had a chance to be hurt himself.

Instead, in true Munson fashion, he had run away and hasn't seen or heard from Steve in six long months that have felt like years.

Steve looks almost exactly the same as he did the last time Eddie saw him.

That's not a good thing, though. Because Steve had been driving himself crazy with worry about Eddie for months before Eddie had taken Steve's heart and torn it apart right in front of him.

Back then he had the same dark circles under his eyes that he has now. The usually golden skin is still too pale and Steve's trademark hair looks even more disheveled from how often he's run his hands through it. His well-fitting jeans, which once hugged his ass just right, now sit baggy on his too-slim frame and Eddie hates it.

He hates that Eddie could still hurt Steve even after he left. That even from a distance he managed to ruin the only person who ever really loved him besides Wayne. There should be some kind of warning sign on him: Beware, do not get attached, will hurt you.

"You're awake," are the first words out of Steve's mouth, and despite everything, Eddie can't stop his heart from responding to the sound of his sweet voice. Steve sounds tired, weary, but to Eddie's ears his voice is better than any Metallica song could ever be.

He tries to smile at him, but he feels as tired as Steve sounds, so it lacks the usual spark.

"Sure am. From what I heard, I have you to thank for that," Eddie adds, unable to help himself. He still doesn't know why and especially how Steve knew he needed help. If this were a Nicholas Sparks novel, their love would have created an invisible bond that made Steve feel when Eddie needed help.

But this is real life, and no matter how much he loves Steve, there is no invisible bond holding them together. Just an unbridgeable chasm.

Steve is still hovering at the door and Eddie thinks he is fighting the urge to wring his hands. Eddie knows his tells by now and he figures Steve isn't sure he's welcome here. Which is ridiculous, because even at his worst, Eddie will always want Steve around, no matter what crap Eddie tells him.

It takes a lot of effort, but Eddie manages to sit up and lean out of bed to pat the chair next to his bed, his eyes never leaving Steve.

Eddie sees Steve's shoulders slump, some of the tension visibly draining from his body at the gesture, and Steve walks over to him and sits down tentatively.

"So..." Eddie begins, dragging out the 'o'. "What happened?"

Steve looks up from his hands in his lap, obviously surprised by the question. "You don't remember?"

"No. The last thing I remember is sitting on a leather couch with a bunch of people I don't know and don't care about, fooling myself into thinking I was having fun." Eddie has had plenty of time to think about his life and where he went wrong, so he decides to stick with honesty. Steve deserves as much and more. "Someone handed me a bottle of whiskey and I opened it and started drinking straight from the bottle. That's the last thing I remember. The next thing I know, I wake up in an ugly bathroom that smells like disinfectant, my whole body hurts like I've been hit by a train, and I have no idea where I am."

Before he can bring himself to say the next part, it's Eddie who has to look away, his eyes focused on his hands playing with the edge of the blanket.

"They told me it was you who called 911 and helped them find me. They said without you I would have died lying in my own vomit." He swallows audibly, tears burning in his eyes, wondering how he could have cried more in the last ten hours than in the last ten years. "They also said you were the only one who came to see me."

Eddie forces himself to look up and into Steve's eyes as he says, "Thank you, Steve. You didn't... I don't deserve you doing this. Not after..." The words die in his throat and he feels like he's choking on them.

He can't do this. He's a fucking coward, not worth saving. Not even worth looking at someone as good and beautiful as Steve.

There's a crease between Steve's eyebrows that Eddie used to smooth with his thumb and lips every time he saw it, and his fingers itch to do it again.

"You called me," Steve tells him, his own hands playing with the edge of Eddie's blanket. "At the party. You called me from the bathroom. I thought it was a butt call or maybe drunk dialing, I hadn't heard from you in months, Eddie."

Eddie winces at his words, but Steve chooses to ignore it.

"But then you sounded so small on the phone. You called me 'Stevie' and 'sweetheart' and then you started to cry." Steve looks like he's about to cry, too. His eyes are glassy and Eddie gets lost in the way the light breaks in them, gold and brown and green all mixed together.

"You told me you weren't feeling so good, that your stomach hurt and the room was spinning so you had to lie down. Your voice -" And here Steve's own voice breaks, after it had already started to shake badly, and without thinking Eddie grabs Steve's hand and holds it tight.

"I'm here, Stevie. You saved me. I'm okay."

"But you almost weren't!" Steve insists, his voice rising, and Eddie finally understands the depth of Steve's feelings. After all these months, after everything Eddie had said and done, Steve still cared deeply for him.

"You talked like you were dying, Eddie. You weren't drunk dialing, you were calling to say goodbye, asshole. You were telling me all these things that I needed to hear you say for months. But I wanted to hear them with you in the room so I could punch you in the face and then kiss it better. Not like this. Not as your last words over a fucking phone call."

That's when Steve breaks down, the tears finally overflowing and he buries his face on the bed at Eddie's hip, their joined hands pressed against his wet cheek.

"Baby," Eddie whispers, shocked, his own heart aching worse than ever as he begins to run his fingers through Steve's messy hair. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm so, so sorry, Stevie. I never meant to hurt you, but it seems like that's all I did."

Taking a deep breath, Eddie continues. "I don't know what I told you on the phone, but since I woke up I've had time to think about it all. I don't know if I can ever make it up to you. Or to Wayne and the kids, Gareth and Jeff and Grant. If I will ever deserve your forgiveness, but I want to try. I want to deserve it one day. I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but... I will go to rehab. I will quit drugs and alcohol, I will clean up my act. And then, if you let me, I will try to make it up to you every single day for the rest of our lives."

Steve slowly lifts his head from the bed and looks at him, searching Eddie's eyes for something.

"Why?" Steve asks, his hand gripping Eddie's even tighter.

There are so many reasons, so many things Eddie wants to say, but in the end there is only one simple answer.

"Because I love you."

The smile on Steve's face tells him it's the right answer, even more so when Steve presses a kiss into his palm. But then he turns serious once more.

"I haven't forgiven you yet, Eddie. You hurt me too much and I need time. But I need you to stop trying to run away from me. I don't want you to go to rehab and clean yourself up before you come back to me. I want to be with you every step of the way. Do it together. Because if you love me, you have to let me take care of you. You have to let me in, Eddie. Let me carry you for once, like Sam carried Frodo when he couldn't go on. Trust me not to let you fall. Please."

"Did you really just make a reference to Lord of the Rings?" Eddie demands and Steve rolls his eyes.

"Is that what you get from everything I just said?"

Eddie sobers up immediately. "No, it just made me fall a little bit more in love with you, and I didn't think that was possible."

"So what do you say?" Steve asks, chewing his lip between his teeth, and Eddie suspects he's not even breathing.

"It's going to suck, Stevie," Eddie says in a quiet voice, stroking Steve's knuckles with his thumb."Are you sure?"

"Yes." No hesitation, no wavering in his voice. It's the same tone, the same determined look on his face as when he told Eddie "Fuck'em," when Eddie told him people in their small-minded town would talk if Steve held his hand in public.

"There's a bunch of brochures of places to check out. Wanna help me pick the least horrible one?" Eddie says, pointing to the table in the corner of the room.

Without another word, Steve gets up to grab them, and for the first time in a long time, Eddie allows himself to hope.

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Womanizer~ 05

A/n; lemme know if you have feedback! It’s always welcome! So are Requests!

Plot; Everyone who knew who Tom Kaulitz was knew that he was girl crazy, he's very well known for having girls around him all the time.

Pairing; Tom Kaulitz x fem reader.

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"My body on your body, baby sticking like some glue."

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Is this shit even legal? Was this in my contract? Can I get this nut job of a woman sued for sexual harassment?

"I'm not doing this." I said as I was pacing around in my make up room, Adam who said on the couch was looking at me. Following my every move.

"I can't possibly have to do this." Adam sighed and stood up, he walked over to me and grabbed my upper arms to hold me in place.

His muscular hand grabbed a hold off of my chin and made me look at him, my heart started to race as I saw the serious expression on his face.

"This is just a one time thing," he said as he gently rubbed the skin on my face, I couldn't help but close my eyes as I instantly felt myself calm down.

"If you feel uncomfortable at any point tell him, he's experienced in this so I'm sure he has some decency to stop when told." He said with a hint of disgust in his tone. I slowly opened my eyes and smiled softly at the boy.

"Thank you." I whispered, his eyes fluttered over to my lips for a second making my mind race with thoughts.

Quickly before he could do what I think he was gonna do I pushed him off of me and cleared my throat.

"I-I should go." I stuttered before quickly grabbing the door knob and speed walking to the studio where we were filming leaving the confused and probably hurt boy behind.

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"What are you waiting for darling?" The woman asked as she gave me a tiny shove, they had me changed into a long silk robe and some overly sexual lingerie.

Tom on the other hand was wearing a pair of red boxers.

The director had the decency to make the rest of the band and most of the crew members leave so we could have some privacy.

I took a deep breath and walked over to Tom, "Action!" The director yelled making me jump slightly.

Tom gently grabbed my hands and pulled me closer, he leaned closer to my ear. His breath softly hit the side of my ear as his voice softly spoke: "Just trust me ok?" I found myself nod at him without a single thought.

He slowly grabbed a hold off of my chin and make me look in his eyes, they looked so... admiring?

"I'm scared." I whispered, he softly smiled at me and rubbed my cheek a bit. "I'm here, nothing will happen that you don't want." He whispered back. His words and the softness of his voice made my heart flutter. I nodded, trusting him weirdly enough.

His warm breath hit my lips as he leaned in closer and soon, his lips perfectly fit into mine.

Boy was he a good fucking kisser.

His hands left my face and moved over to my shoulder to remove the silk from my body revealing my body. He slowly pulled away from the kiss, sitting down on the bed behind him.

His eyes followed the way my body curved and couldn't help but let a smirk take over his features. I covered my face in embarrassment as he took a hold off of the flesh on my hips.

He gently tucked me closer to him making him go eye to eye with my stomach.

He pulled away my hands and leaned closer to my stomach, his lips gently pecked the skin of my stomach and looked up at me.

A heat spread to my body, holy shit. Instinctively my hands found the back of his head as ran my fingers through his dread locks.

"Fuck." He mumbled under his breath before pulled me into his lap, his arms immediately wrapped themself around my waist keeping me steady on his lap.

This time I took the opportunity to kiss him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tucked him closer to me, smacking my lips against his.

He hummed against my lips before kissing me back. "Pull her down with you." We heard the director speak, for a moment I had forgotten that she was even there as I felt Tom pull me onto the bed, making me lay on top of him.

His lips danced against mine, the heat from his body made a drowsy as I felt more comfortable then I thought I would.

His lips left mine as he started to kiss my neck, smacking my ass making me gasp. He smirked against my neck attacking the flesh that was getting bruised under his touch.

My eyes fluttered shut as he kept exploring my neck, what am I doing? Luckily before it could've gotten any hotter the director yelled "cut" making me jump up from the boy. The obvious tent caught me off guard as I quickly threw on my robe, hiding my body again.

Tom on the other hand was amused and acting as cocky as ever. "That was what we needed! Thank you Tom!" Tom nodded and smirked.

"It was my pleasure."

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To say that the music video of the one with Tom and I went viral would've been an understatement, fans ate that shit up.

The teasing of my band members were getting out of hand to the point where Adam would storm out without saying anything and then not coming back to our shared room for the night.

But the most annoying part? I couldn't stop thinking about how good he felt against me, his hands on me felt like fire and his lips that fit so well in mine.

I hated it.

I hated myself for liking it so much.

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[sebastianswallows]

Ardour — Chapter 2

— PAIRING: professor!Tom Riddle x Reader

— SYNOPSIS: Tom got what he wanted, he is the Hogwarts DADA professor. It's more tedious than he envisioned, but his day gets interesting when his favourite student comes to him for help after she is hit with a strong aphrodisiac.

— WARNINGS: smut, hurt/cumfort, fingering, wet and messy (very), sweet dirty talk, age difference (she is in 7th year), dub-con, sex pollen, hints of incest (reader is a distant relative Gaunt, to give Tom something to find palatable about her, ok? I know, but... just go with it)

— WORDCOUNT: 6k

— A/N: I procrastinated a lot on finishing this, but here it is. You can expect one other chapter, and what it will contain is hinted at at the very end. I hope you enjoy it very much, my dears!🐍💚Again, this was partly written with the help of this lovely AI Tom chat bot.

He said he was ‘going to have to give her an orgasm’ like he was talking about a pinch of dittany. She stared at him. She was gripped by shock at first, then outrage, then fear, and then a bucket of shame like icy water fell over her.

"What?!"

"I know, Adara," he whispered, an awkward smile on his face as he sat on the floor beside the sofa that she lay on. "It may sound like the most unconventional of treatments, but I assure you it’s very conventional in this case. Not to worry, I’ll —"

He was about to say he was going to be gentle, but that might have come out the wrong way.

"— I’ll… make sure you’re back to normal as soon as possible," he smiled.

He saw her give a sigh of relief at that. Her legs were restless on the sofa, not knowing whether they wanted to squeeze together to satisfy her, or spread apart and let her sensitive area have a chance to cool. Her hips were twisting too, like she couldn’t find a position that was comfortable — which, on that antique piece of furniture, was just as likely. But more tellingly, beneath her school shirt, he could see the hint of hard little peaks pressing so tightly against the white material that he could almost guess their colour.

Adara waited patiently while his eyes scanned her body, but just as he was drinking in the sight of her legs encased up to the knee in her black socks he heard her mewl and whimper and whisper with the little courage that she had, "Professor? Please…?"

"Shush."

He looked at her face once more and gave her a cold smile, then moved slightly lower, bending his legs in a comfortable position on the floor.

"Now, for your treatment..." Tom whispered, his eyes calm and dark.

"C-could you — ?"

"What?" he asked tensely.

"Erm… could you… not look?"

He glared at her. "Do you trust I have your best interest at heart, Miss Gaunt?"

She whimpered and bit her lip and said nothing, squirming as the Ardour Fly ate away at her resolve.

"If this is going to work, you will have to trust me not only with your problems — and the trouble you get yourself into — but with the most intimate parts of your body. Is that understood?"

She began to breathe heavily when she saw that he was actually waiting for an answer, and all the while she was in pain, her heart nearly beating out of her chest like she was in danger.

"Yes, Professor," she said, almost too quickly. "I trust you."

"Good girl," said Tom with quiet satisfaction. "Now, you lift your skirt again. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered breathlessly, and obeyed.

Her trembling hands grabbed hold of the hem of her skirt and clumsily pulled it up, and away.

He shifted in his pose on the hard floor, becoming aware of something very uncomfortable happening to him… He grunted to himself at how weak his body was, how easily tempted. Not now, he thought ruefully toward his petulant, touch-starved, yearning member. It plumped up at the mere sight of her, pressing against his trousers, pointing up and forward and toward her, reaching for that small part of her that she had just revealed. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, but all he could breathe in was the scent of her, and it made everything worse. His manhood throbbed, cried, ached in his confines, but he decided to ignore it, as he often did on the rare occasions that it acted up this way.

With one cold hand, Professor Riddle pressed her squirming legs flat on the sofa so that he could have a better look at her. She let go of the shirt at the sudden motion, letting it gather on her stomach, and clung to the cushions.

He could see it throbbing, her mound, the folds that plumped beneath it, could see it moving enticingly — torturously, no doubt, for her — to a rhythm he suspected was the beating of her heart. It seemed in every way a hungry mouth looking for something, anything, to suckle on. Around the edges of her modest black panties, wetness made her skin glow in the low candlelight. Her upper thighs and even the part where her legs met her torso were soppy with clear, sticky secretions. And he could smell it, her lust, could smell it more strongly now than ever before, salty and sweet and warm and fleshy and fresh... It filled his lungs, it made his mouth water, it made him dizzy.

He heard her whimper again in that bratty fashion, and finally he tore his eyes away from this tender part of her body for the sake of focusing on something more practical...

He took his wand out of his pocket and with a wordless incantation he made his heavy professor robes disappear from his body to a clothes hanger in his bedroom. Then, he undid the cuff on his right arm and folded them back a couple of times. He expected this could get a little messy…

"Be good, now. And don’t make a fuss," Tom said as kindly but firmly as he could. His eyes slid to her face to find it quite red, her eyes looking miserably sad, and her lip bitten nearly bloody.

He thought he might start slow… He placed the tips of his fingers on the inside of her knee and stroked from there, up her inner thigh, up to where she was hurting — and she was so soft, so warm, feeling warmer as he got closer to her aching mound, feverish and damp… But that, of course, was the wrong approach, because it only teased her.

"Sirrr!" she whined, her back arching.

Tom coughed awkwardly, feeling guilty for the intimately slow caress — which teased not only her, but himself as well. He was made to feel something a little different at hearing her high-pitched cry… Perhaps it was pity. Yes, that’s what it was… He took a deep breath, decided on his next actions, and firmly settled his fingers where they were needed — at her core.

She nearly jumped off the sofa and released a deep moan, half-pain half-pleasure. "There!" she said, once she could finally speak.

Tom just held his fingers against her, his eyes betraying nothing. Adara looked down at her body, her hands clinging to the cushions by her thighs.

"It... it aches, Sir, it hurts..." she complained, biting her lip in shame and desire.

"It's alright," he whispered, his voice calm and distant, almost professional, but a hint of something else lingered behind. "I will make it all better for you."

She whimpered impatiently, her desperate gaze fixated on where her Professor’s wrist disappeared behind the clump of her skirt, between her thighs. Her knees began to fiddle nervously.

"Just keep your eyes on me, Adara," he said quietly, looking at her blushing face. "And breathe deeply, alright? Deep breaths for me. Can you do that? Just concentrate on me, on my eyes, on my touch..."

His cold, elegant fingers began to make circles over her clothed folds, a slow, gentle movement, his eyes staring into her own.

"Deep breaths, Adara, like you mean it. Like you need it."

"Yes, Professor," she moaned, her head resting sapless on its side as she looked at him.

As he requested, she kept her eyes on him, taking deep, deep breaths, in and out and in and out, while his fingers went up and down and up and down. What he was doing to her soothed her somewhat, like gentling a wild animal.

His hands continued to move slowly over her pulsing mound and lower, feeling his way around, his eyes staring deep into hers, almost piercing her with his gaze. His eyes were burning with a mix of emotions, worry and care, but still that hint of something unwanted behind them — the faintest shadow of greed.

"That's it, you're doing well," he whispered, slowly moving his hand faster and faster. "Keep looking at me."

Yes... That's it... That's it...

Her panties sloshed over her womanhood as he moved his fingers faster, her wetness soaking his skin clean through the cotton as if it wasn’t even there. And he could feel, in that little hollowing where her slit was — a fresh release of something sweet. Then, he trailed his middle finger right between where her folds were, teasing her panties into the divot, then trailed his digit upward, pressing down hard, until he found it, her little nub. She winced in pain again, and Tom thought he knew why. The Ardour Fly had been blown up her skirt, she said… That must have meant her underwear was covered in it, and pressing it against her must have made it worse.

He pressed down harder.

"Professor!" she gasped, her arms coming up to hide her face. She felt warmer and warmer as he rubbed the remnants of the aphrodisiac into her lips, between them, against that rebelliously hard nub…

"I know, sweet girl," he whispered, his cold hand starting to circle that hard little point in the most barely-there touch that only gave it something to strain towards, to reach for, to harden more. "I know..."

"Aaaaah!" she screamed when he switched from gentle strokes to cruelly rubbing it with the edge of his nail.

Adara squirmed on the sofa and her legs spread wider. She whimpered in humiliation as she felt more wetness seep out of her, a warm little dollop bubbling out, wetting her panties more.

The bastard smiled at her reaction and she could hear a throaty chuckle — and did he sound a little smug?

She bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly, and turned her head away toward the back of the sofa. Across her thighs, she could feel her Professor’s hand bracing against her flesh to access her better, now that her legs were spread.

She peeked briefly to look at him — his eyes were already waiting for her, fixed on her face, but his head was leaning slightly over her, right in front of her, right in front of where she was exposed. He licked his lips when he saw her looking back, his mouth tilted in a smile. Then, as she watched him, he shamelessly looked down between her legs. Gently, he put a bit more pressure on his elbow, as if steadying himself — it forced her legs to spread even more for him.

"Would you look at that…" he whispered in an appraising tone. He could feel his shaft twitch angrily in his trousers and grunted at the slight rub it gave itself.

The heat of his dark eyes conflicted with his gentle, slow touching, his patient torturous playing with her over her soaked panties. He was giving her the time that she needed, the space to let herself become vulnerable for him, to give him control over her body.

His fingers focused on that dip between her folds where he found her hole, two fingers pressing against it, moving the cotton in such a way that it scraped over her whole womanhood and rubbed her in every sensitive place. Wetness spilt over the edges, dripping down her thighs, and lower…

"Sir, please," she begged, her head still turned away in shame — because she didn't know if she could say this if she was looking at him — "it still hurts, Sir, it hurts so much, it burns, it hurts... please..."

"What do you want?" he whispered, his voice still so soft and tender. "What do you need from me?"

"You know!" she cried. "Please, I... I need it..."

He could tell. Her folds pulsed with her heartbeat, throbbing, swollen as if bruised. They moved against his finger with every pulse as if kissing his digits, coaxing them inside. With a shudder, he felt his manhood twitch in sympathy, feeling hot and heavy between his legs, wetting him slightly with either his seeping juices or perhaps just sweat, and what wasn’t absorbed by the rough cotton made his skin feel damp and disgusting.

"It hurts, does it? Your traitorous flesh," he whispered softly as he looked up at her from the corner of his eyes, speaking in a way to both her and himself. He breathed in deeply, trying to relax his body as much as hers, trying to be a point of stability through this process. But beneath it all, there was... a worry, concern that told her he wanted nothing more than to hold her and keep her safe and take care of her.

He took his fingers away for one second, then returned to place his index horizontally, across her folds, and traced it from the very base of her swollen parts all the way up where her pearl peeked out between them, hard and yearning for affection. Then, he moved his finger back down, and then back up, over and over… It was as if he was petting her, but all it did was drive her mad. And every time she peeked out to look, she found him there, looking at her, waiting for her gaze, focused entirely on her.

He ended this part of the ‘treatment’ with a quick and rough rub of her pearl using his middle finger again, bullying it just a bit, playing with it meanly. Just for a few seconds, just enough to make her whole body shiver and her lips part in a moan and her back to arch in pleading for him to stop stop stop… And then he did stop, and his hands went on either side of her hips.

"I hope you remember what you promised me earlier," he said in a voice that sounded warm and close, although he was all the way down at her hips. She looked blearily up at him, her lips parted dumbly as she took heavy breaths. Tom kept his dark eyes on hers, so sharp in comparison but shadowed with his own mixed feelings. "You told me you trust me, remember?"

She whimpered.

"With every part of you..."

Slowly, like a caress, like an accidental brushing of his hands down her hips, he started tugging her panties down. Her knees bent up to aid him.

"No matter how… small…"

They were pulled from her waist, tugged with a couple of stronger pulls from beneath her behind, and then glided slowly, smoothly, under his control.

"No matter how…"

Away from her mound and out from between the folds that held the material loosely between the lips, slivers of wetness trailed behind like dribble before breaking off and sticking in transparent threads all the way down her thighs.

"…intimate."

He let her panties fall somewhere behind him on the floor as he took in the sight before him. His eyes drank her in with interest and a strange hunger, a need that came suddenly and from so deep inside it muddled his senses for a second. He leaned a bit further back to catch a better glimpse of… what he had to work with. He even put his ostensible professionalism aside to grip her bent legs gently and lift the a bit on the sofa, spreading her knees just a touch, opening her up.

Against his will, his lips parted in a breathless gasp. Her mound was covered in dark curls, but they were matted with wetness between her thighs. Her folds were so swollen he couldn’t see anything between them, but he could see them continue to throb hungrily, the delicate muscles there working hard beneath the skin. Above, he could just see the hint of where her pearl was. And slathered all over her were trails of white translucent seepings tempering the dark-red colour of her excited flesh, sticky and fragrant and copious. He could almost taste her on his tongue.

"S-sir?" she asked with a tremulous little rasp.

His gaze trailed calmly to hers, but otherwise, he didn’t move a muscle — except to lick his lips. Her eyes widened at that, and he smirked at what he saw inside her head.

"Are you ready for your treatment?" he asked sweetly.

She whimpered, her hands folded nicely at the base of her ribs. To his surprise, she nodded excitedly.

Tom chuckled and leaned back to where he was before, and pressed her legs back down onto the sofa, only this time keeping them a little more apart. He looked coldly into her eyes, seemingly disinterested in what he was doing, while his fingers drew circles around her right inner thigh, as if he were thinking…

Beneath his wandering fingers, he felt her twitch, her muscles jumping with pain or excitement — or perhaps it was just the Ardour Fly working on her… Yes, that must be the reason.

It was about time he kept his word, and treated her.

Tom sighed, gripped by his own feelings of anxiety. He slid one hand surreptitiously down to his waist to settle his member more comfortably, then, in one straight stroke upwards, he brought his fingers straight up against her naked womanhood.

Her body convulsed in satisfaction and he could hear her moan little shards of Yes yes yes! while her legs struggled against his grip to try to spread wider for him.

"Be good now," he said with a tone of warning, the same tone he’d used in class so many times before. "Stay still for me."

"Professor, I can’t…" she complained.

He ignored her petulance save for a disapproving side glance, then focused once more on tending to her. He leaned back slightly for a better view.

She was leaking fresh dollops of her feminine juices all down her plush folds and her thighs and between her cheeks and down onto his sofa. His middle finger rested where he thought her hole would be, and he pressed between those full and hungry lips, moving slightly up and down, searching her, until he found it. He heard her wince uncomfortably when his finger touched the entrance to her body.

"Oh hush," he whispered dismissively. "Don’t tell me you’ve never played with this."

She said nothing to that, but from the corner of his vision, he saw her hide her head away again between her folded arms.

Tom gave her little hole a bit of attention, circling it, introducing himself to it… It made her begin to pulse and clench, leaking with want. He let his finger rest right against it, and it only took a few hungry twitches for her hole to nearly pull him in all on its own, like it was looking for something to nurse on.

He smirked, and moved higher. Her downy hair tickled the sides of his finger as he stroked her slit before it rested on her little nub, flesh on flesh.

She really jumped at that.

"Aaaahhh! Sir, please! That’s…!"

"Is this it then, my dear?" he asked with a mockingly academic tone. "Is this your most sensitive part? This little thing right here?"

His middle finger rubbed it from the base, around its raw head, then up to the soft hood that covered it.

"It’s…! Aahhh…. Aahhh…."

She was beside herself, nonsensical. Tom chuckled, but to his own surprise the sound was not one of mockery this time — it was almost fond.

He found it hard to keep tending to her in that state, she was so swollen, so engorged with blood from the effects of the aphrodisiac… So he moved his ring and index finger to her folds and kept them apart, exposing her, and with his thumb braced against her little hood, preventing it from protecting her sensitive pearl, he put his middle finger back to work, pleasuring her.

She was slippery wet, and the little thing was so hard it was almost sharp, truly the smallest point on her body — yet so, so delicate, so sensitive, so powerful it made her whole body move, would have if he didn’t move his arm from her legs to her waist to hold her down, his heavy cold palm pressed down on her tense stomach.

And as much as she arched her back and screamed and canted her hips into his strokes or away from them, his hand between her legs didn’t budge, it stayed on her, followed her, forcing her lower lips open and relentlessly flicking her nub.

"PLEASE!" she cried, her hands coming down to grip the sofa cushions again. "Please please please…"

His finger moved in broader strokes now, going down to her hole to gather more slick before licking a path back to her nub to tease it a bit, then tease it harder, then flick it loosely as if he tested how erect it was, how stiff — and then going down again to rest his finger at her entrance, just letting it know he’s there, letting it know he hadn’t forgotten about it, trying to soothe it.

"There you go," he praised, surprising himself by smiling fondly as he looked at her flushed face. Her cheeks were damp with tears and strands of her hair stuck sweetly to her skin. "My favourite student... my prettiest girl..." he praised. Where did that come from? he asked himself — but it didn’t matter. It didn’t feel like a lie when he said it. She reminded him too much of himself in her darkness, in her frustrated need, in her sullenness, for him to dislike her… especially now.

Adara smiled with a mix of shyness and pride, as if she could never have expected to hear such a thing. She knew she was good in his class, and that Professor Riddle thought highly of her, but she never dared hope that she was his favourite.

"Am I, Sir?" she asked, looking into his eyes and managing a small, warm smile. Her hips started moving at steeper but slower angles until she could almost trick his fingers into penetrating her, her movement and his gentle motions uniting to almost bring her finger into her most intimate hole. "You're my favourite professor, you know" she confessed, looking at him with admiration and surrender and deep, deep affection.

He smirked at that, feeling unapologetically pleased.

"That’s right, you're my favourite student, Adara..." he whispered, his voice deep and warm but with an unspoken need hiding behind it.

He went slower, than faster, his moving in unpredictable patterns. He wanted to savour the moment... wanted to savour her.

She smiled tightly and sadly at him, not even the pleasure of his fingers enough to distract her.

"Am I really?" she whispered, in between the moans caused by his soft, gentle touches that stroked her pain away. "Irma Burke is far better than me, and — oh, right there, Sir — and Juniper Flint and — aaaahhh P-professor, so good, please please please…"

"Shhh... shhh..." he gentled her as his fingers continued their movement, their caressing and their touching, right there, right where she needed it.

"They might be talented too," he whispered, his voice softer still as he continued to move, his eyes still locked with hers. "But they're not as good as you."

His fingers were moving deliberately, ever so gently, ever so carefully, a little bit faster now…

She bit her lip to shut herself up and looked into his eyes with longing, so grateful to him for his sweet words, his praises, his attention… He was giving her everything she ever needed, that she never got anywhere else... He made her feel so safe, so cared for that she could have fallen in love...

As his tending to her brought Adara closer to the height of her pleasure, she gasped and arched her back in a hungry chase after his touch. Smirking at her efforts, Tom pressed his hand down harder on her lower stomach, and let his fingers rest at her entrance again. Just resting there...

She whined and winced and moved her hips the little that she could, then gasped.

The greedy little twitches of her hole began to draw him in, and slowly, through the greed of her own body, the tip of his middle finger finally penetrated her. Tom groaned — she was feverishly hot inside, worrying so. A sloppy puddle was waiting just inside her hole and was pushed out by his presence. It slid around his finger, licking its way down it to his knuckles, his palm, an adventurous little trail of it making it all he way down to his wrist.

"P-p-prof—!"

"Shhh… That’s it, good girl..." he whispered in a tender, comforting voice... but with that darkness and hunger and need still lurking in the depths of his eyes, a need as great as hers.

He let his finger be drawn inside by her hungry little womanhood, pulled in with each tensing throb. It managed to do so only down to the first knuckle, and then he had to push.

His length throbbed in jealousy, and he could feel from his tip the bubbling of a little tear of longing. The sensation was so intense, so rare, that it almost hurt. His whole loins were in pain, in fact, and the hard floor was doing no favours to his sac that churned with its unspilled desire for her, for the vulnerable young girl that was under his care.

"Sir, you’re… y—"

"Yes, I’m inside you now, aren’t I?" he whispered teasingly, his dark gaze holding her wide, humiliated eyes. His middle finger and his index kept her folds parted, forcing her tenderest parts to be exposed, but his thumb began to rub soothing circles on the hood above her nub. "Isn’t that better, hmm? Are you liking your treatment?"

She moaned senselessly with each little bit of his finger that he squeezed through her tight hole, but she had the presence of mind to nod as she looked into his eyes.

"So beautiful... so vulnerable... so... pretty..." he whispered as his fingers continued to move around her sensitive little parts, to caress her...

His dark eyes drank her in — the most darling sight in the world to him at this point... his prettiest girl, his best girl... right there. Her channel kept throbbing more strongly, fighting back against an invasion that got thicker as he worked his way to the second knuckle and more. He curled it slightly against that spongy spot above. She mewled and started hyperventilating, her thighs suddenly clenching, feet scrambling against the sofa. If she weren’t so wet, he might have had trouble shoving even one finger in, he noted with surprise. He might have been a man, but until then he’d thought his fingers were quite slender…

He growled when he felt her channel try to stop him in a firm, tight clench, and he moved his thumb back to her nub, beginning to rub it harshly now, pressing into it without mercy while holding her squirming waist down, ignoring her excited cries. He bullied that little pearl while he kept his finger still. Slowly, gently, imperceptively, he let her own squirms and cantings of her hips pull his middle finger deeper, work her down onto him.

Eventually, he could feel he reached the end of her. He realised with wonder that he was touching the mouth to her womb. The girl cried out at the intimate feeling.

"Aaahhh! Professor!"

The room was filled with the wet sounds of his thumb slicking up and down her button while the finger in her hole began to thrust. He kept it slightly curled, greedy for that soft spot, eager to press into it, to tease it, to caress it, hungry for the sounds she made whenever he did so — throaty moans, pleading whines, and the senseless gasps of pleasure with her head tilted back and her eyes lazily looking at him and her legs a bit bent and spread… She was a vision.

"Does it hurt, Adara?" he whispered, his voice soft and tender.

"It hurts so much, Sir," she whined, tears coming to her eyes again. "It hurts me… It hurts me it hurts me it hurts me," she moaned, her body shaking. "Please, Sir, help me, please make it stop, make it stop..."

His eyes went wide as he heard her, as he saw the tears forming in her eyes. It made things happen to his body, not only his loins but his entire skin and his heart and his lungs, that he never thought possible… To reward her, his hands moved just a little faster and he started to take her closer, closer to the ultimate release that would bring her some relief. She was in pain... pain she didn't deserve... he had to fix that, fix her... make her feel better.

"Calm down," he said in a gentle, caring voice as his hands kept their movement, still tending, still caressing, but a little bit faster still, a little more urgently.

His hand pressed down on her lower stomach to try to control her frantic body, but it only made her moan louder, her legs spread wider…

"What’s this here?" he whispered gently as he looked down at his flat palm. "Hmm? You like it here? Is there something good here?"

"My… my…"

"Your womb, that’s right…" he whispered hotly, licking his lips as he looked into her eyes.

He pressed down deliberately on it now while his finger worked heatedly into the channel that led up into it, torturing her pleasure spot from both sides, giving it no escape, no mercy, no choice but to give her the release she needed.

"Aaaaahhh! Aaaahhhh there," she whined needily. "There, there…!"

His motioned pulled dollops of her seeping juices out with each outward slide, and then his finger thrust straight up to tickle the entrance to her womb with each push, before retreating and curling almost aggressively into that tender spongy spot again and again and again. His thumb kept rubbing harshly at her nub, occasionally letting his short nail scratch just the surface of it, just to see her cry a bit.

"It pains you, doesn’t it?" he whispered sympathetically, so at odds with his rough tending to her. "This little womb… Don’t you want to make it happy? Don’t you want to give it some release?"

She closed her eyes shut tightly in shame and anxiety and nodded.

"Come on, my darling girl, give in to it… Give in to me…" he coaxed.

His whole hand was soaked from her, his fingers so wet they were starting to prune, and his manhood was so stiff and swollen he felt sure it was about to rip a seam. But none of that mattered; he had to take care of her.

"Professor," she whined loudly, arching her back in pleasure as he started to tend to her faster. "Professor Riddle... Sir... So good..."

Her hips moved up and down as she began to rub herself against his fingers and he began to move in harmony with her. She teased her little pearl against his thumb now, worked her pulsing channel down his middle finger, letting him help bring her closer to the end of her treatment.

"Good girl," he whispered as his eyes widened in delight. "My best girl…”

His fingers moved faster still, his movements growing more deliberate, building her up higher, and higher, and higher, getting closer and closer to the ultimate release, that moment of pure ecstacy... of satisfaction... of relief...

"What does my good girl need?" he whispered, looking at her with a mix of pity and desire, with a genuine need to see her brought to satisfaction.

"More," she begged, looking deep into his eyes, pleading with him. "More, please Professor... More... I need more... I need you," she finally confessed, breaking her gaze away and biting her lip. "I need you..."

She began to leak profusely against his fingers almost as if she were wetting herself, soiling him down to his wrist with her girlish juices. He felt her begin to pulse in a strong, clenching way, her hips stuttering, her back arching, her legs spreading wider, and...

"AAAAH! AH! AH! AH!"

She screamed and her body shivered, her legs trembling on either side of his arm, her intimate parts throbbing stronger, her hole opening and closing as if was swallowing him down... Dollops of wetness bubbled out of her pulsating entrance, filling the air with that sweet and fleshy scent that he was addicted to by now. It slid between his fingers that kept moving, kept tending to her.

"Yes... yes... you need me... you need your Professor, don’t you, my favourite girl...?" his voice was deep and husky with lust and love and pride — and more of that pesky underlying need, that hunger, that desire to possess her, to possess all of her for himself, to keep her for himself, as all of this came together into this sensitive, fragile release.

He was proud. Proud of her, proud of what he had done, proud of her need... her desire... her dependence on him.

She whimpered as she began to relax, her body shaking with occasional twitches of after-pleasure. It caused her to moan deliciously. Slowly, her hips relaxed and settled. Tom kept his finger inside of her little hole, but let her folds go. They closed around his finger in a grateful kiss.

She bit her lip and looked at Professor Riddle, her eyes foggy with pleasure and in disbelief at what had just happened, what he had done to her.

"Good girl..." he whispered. He smiled fondly down at her as his thumb caressed the hood above her nub in soothing, consoling circles. "You feel better now? No more pain?"

His voice was soft and caring, and his eyes shone with delight after all that had happened. He wasn’t half as breathless as she was, but he was far from unaffected. His heart had nearly pounded out of his chest when he saw her and felt her and heard her reach her pleasure as he worked her little body with just two fingers.

"Mmmm…"

Her eyes were half-lidded and her hands were curled up into loose fists over her chest, moving up and down with her deep breaths. Tom smiled and leaned down over her to give her another little kiss, like a prince in a fairy tale waking the princess from eternal sleep.

"Do you feel better?" he asked again softly.

She moaned into his kiss, leaning up into it, chasing his mouth. She was still so needy for him... Her thighs closed around his wrist, not wanting him to part from her, desperate to keep him close to her.

"Feels a bit better," she whispered as their lips parted. His gentle strokes made her shiver, made pleasure bloom in her even after her devastatingly strong peak, and she rubbed herself tiredly against his finger. "But... it's still... there's still an ache, Sir..." she blushed, looking down. "I'm sorry..."

So the pain was still there...

"An ache?" he whispered with genuine concern. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be in any pain right now. He had to fix this…

"Where?" he asked with a frown. "Why does it — Oh."

He was to blame. He’d rubbed her panties against her folds at first, rubbed more of that Ardour fly onto her like a second dose. And now, she was feeling the consequences…

He shushed her as she whined, his fingers doing what they could to soothe her tender little parts. Her eyes were drowsy and so pained that they nearly broke his heart...

His voice was soft and caring and concerned, even while it was filled with his own neediness beneath, as he informed her of what he had to do to her next.

"I’m going to clean you up, my good girl," he said, looking fondly and even apologetically down at her. "And I can think of only one way to do it that would convey how contrite I am for the pain you’re in."

He let her hole nurse on his finger while he took the other palm off her tense stomach and began to undo his tie.

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Arrangement (Roy!Sibling x Lukas Matsson)

((SUCCESSION SPOILERS))

Character/s: Lukas, Kendall, Shiv, Roman, Logan mention

Word Count: 1,732

Requested: hi!! can i request roy!baby sibling being sent to “woo” lukas in favor of the deal? they were indifferent at first but eventually fell for him. (not necessarily needed to be included but i imagine kendall would find out about the blood thing with ebba and try to tank the deal hahaha) - anon

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: Hope you like it my love!!! This is based off the latest episode, so spoilers ahead for anyone who hasn't seen it!! Thank you for requesting!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

You cleared your throat, following him through the doorway. Your glass was cold, the stem fragile, the red wine disgusting. Something expensive, Tom had poured, swishing around, threatening to spill. You took one last glance back. They stood huddled together, nodding at you, insisting you go in. You would have rolled your eyes if he hadn’t turned to see you, inviting you in. You smiled, cursing your family. Fuck Kendall, fuck Shiv, fuck Roman, and especially fuck Logan. The door shut behind you, making you jump. Don’t worry, I’m not going to try anything. I just want to talk. His hand fell the small of your back, ever so slightly pushing you along to where the living set sat. Fuck all fo them, you added at the end, over and over again until you were sitting across from him. The room was dark except for a few lamps. One wall was floor to ceiling windows. He had his back turned on the view, as if it didn’t matter, as if the only thing you should be focusing on was him. Shiv’s home had so many rooms, so many ins and outs, it was a wonder she didn’t get lost every day. You couldn’t help yourself, letting your eyes wander over him, above him, to the glittering city. It was too dark to see any details, but that didn’t really matter. It stood grand, solid, daunting in the darkness. Your home, for as long as you’ve been alive. It looked its most perfect at its most blurry, shunned from the daylight. 

He looked tired. That was the first thing you’d noticed about him when he showed up. He wasn’t some godlike creature they all feared he was. He was just some guy in a gold jacket. The bags under his eyes were puffy, as if he hadn’t slept in a while. He brought Ebba and Oskar with him, making fun of them as if that’s what all bosses did. You weren’t sure if you should laugh or not, so you said nothing. Everyone seemed uncomfortable but him. You had Gerri, Frank, and all of your siblings. An army, and for what? This guy? You tried to hide your smile. This was the guy everyone had been worried about? Leave it to them to be dramatic. Jesus, you could have stayed in the home. It was a last minute invitation. Whose idea, you’re not sure. After everything with dad, you were more than happy to tag along. It was a wanted distraction. The thought sent a shiver through your body. This election party was a nice distraction, even if it meant schmoozing with this guy. He shook hands with your brothers, and attempted to hug your sister, stopping at you. His eyes seemed to light up. You went in for a hug, unsure of what else to do, as Kendall introduced you. Y/n, the baby of the Roy family. You’d never met him before. You weren’t even sure he knew you existed. You were as far removed from the company as possible. You just weren’t interested. You had a life outside of all this. You thought everyone should do the same, though the idea isn’t well liked. He likes you, Roman said while you two followed the rest to a private room. Was that true? He just learned your name, and yet, it seemed like he couldn’t take his gaze off you, even if you were the least significant Roy in the room. You had no idea what the deal was, what you were supposed to be rooting for, only that it was worth a lot and it was keeping your brothers up at night. Shut up, you hissed back, really wishing you’d said no. The deal went well in Norway, so you thought this was just a formality. You had no idea it was falling apart behind the scenes. 

It was their plan all along. Kendall and Rome had learned his “type”. He had a weakness for someone who looked like you. It didn’t hurt that you were the youngest, either. Barely legal, Roman always joked, though you were far older than that. They knew bringing you along would help, at least it would offer some sort of distraction, like a parting gift. He gets to talk to you, stare at you, imagine whatever he wanted, and they’d get their deal. All you had to do was stand there and look pretty. You’d figured it out quick enough. You played nice, used your best manners, but they were acting strange about it. They watched your every move, paid close attention to everything you did and said. They waited for him to laugh at your jokes before they found it funny. Lukas seemed distracted by you, too. He lost track of what they were talking about, having to be gently, constantly reminded. Even out on the grass, surrounded by his team, the rest of you left to mingle, he always found his way to you. Rome was right. The more he got to know you, heard your sarcasm, your jokes, your unfiltered thoughts and feelings, the more he seemed to like you. Want you. Over the balcony's edge, he followed you out, stood beside you, asking you questions, needing to know more. What were your interests, your hobbies, why weren't you more involved in the company. They never took their eyes off you, wanting to make sure what you were saying was okay. He wasn’t even supposed to show, but he did, and you were his bait. 

Is he always like that? You ask, taking another rancid sip, Oskar I mean. He was high, obviously, and keen on making everyone he came into contact with uncomfortable. He talked about your body in ways you’d never thought at a political party. Lukas came to your defense immediately, seriously, making him and Ebba jump at his tone. You hadn’t expected him to be so offended on your part, but he seemed genuinely upset, leaving the pair in favor of your company. Like an asshole? Most of the time, yes. He chuckles. I am sorry for his behavior. You force a smile. You should hear what they all say. They’re on their best behavior tonight. There were a few Nazis here, it could have been much worse. He nods, understanding, having gotten a warning speech from your sister about how to act and what to say. He asks how you’re doing with your father. You shrug. No one’s asked you since that night. It still feels unreal. He talks about his own father. You can’t help but notice how human he looks all of a sudden, so fragile, so small. You almost feel bad for him. Despite the situation, being offered up to him like a piece of meat, he’s a kid just like you, like your siblings, pretending to know how to handle this niche slice of adulthood. You make a joke about the wine  that gets you a smile. You become more comfortable with him, letting your shoulders drop, your spine slouch. He speaks of Sweden, how beautiful it is, how much he misses it. About his past relationships, that they never seemed to work out. About your family, how messy they are. You can’t help but agree. Not just your siblings, though it was a miracle you were all in the same room without fighting, but your father and mother. He was cruel and took pleasure in pinning you against one another. She was absent and yet so needy, unstable. You talk about your past relationships, how hard it was to find someone who wanted you, not your money or your name. An hour has gone by before you know it. You didn’t mean to tell him all of this, to open up, it just happened. 

Do you want to go back to the party? He asks, eyeing the door. Not really, you think. You can hear the murmur of guests just outside. All of them trying their best to smile and get along. Tomorrow they’ll be at one another's throats. Do you? He shakes his head no. It’s more fun here. That makes heat rush to your face. The conversation flows without any hiccups. Where you want to travel next, what you wanted to be when you were a kid, all your thoughts about the next presidential candidate, favorite ice cream toppings. You spoke about everything and anything. His laugh came easy, especially at your jokes. It was one of the things he liked most about you, your humor. He told you things he wasn’t proud of, things you’d later realize information  your brothers would have killed for. Nothing big, nothing scary, just personal fears. He trusted you with this. You wouldn’t tell another soul. You liked him a hell of a lot more than when you first met. He was more of a person, not just a walking conglomerate. His company was even enjoyable. He had absolutely no filter and said some outrageous things, but in a world like yours, that was normal. The only reason you even stopped was because of a knock at the door. Shiv wore a tight smile, asking if she could speak to Lukas alone. Behind her, Kendall and Rome watched. I’ll see you soon, he promised, don’t stray too far. You nodded, getting up, leaving the room. You couldn’t read your brother's expressions, but it didn’t look good. Wordlessly, they took your arm, leading you far from the room. What the fuck? I was doing what you said to, you said once you were alone, pulling yourself from their tight grips. Roman rolled his eyes. Not everything is about you. Did he tell you about the blood and hair? What the fuck was he talking about? The shock on your face was enough to convince them. They began speaking at the same time. Fucking Matsson has been sending. . . stuff to his ex-girlfriend. I don’t want you going near him again. His numbers are all wrong, they’re all made up. Never should have used you like this. Fraud. Deal. Freak. What were they talking about? You looked down the hall, through the open doorway, where Shiv is talking to him. She looked angry, upset. He seemed content, even jovial, laughing at himself. Was this true? You wouldn't believe it. He seemed like such a nice guy.

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[senseless-writing]

A Not-So-Happy Accident

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Summary: Austin gets hurt doing something stupid on set, and Y/n is not happy about it. 

Warnings: Talk of blood, cuts, and stitches. Nothing too graphic

A/N: This is based on an interview where Baz, Olivia, and Austin (and possibly Tom Hanks) talk about a time on set where Austin cut his face on a guitar. Of course, I can’t find the interview now, but I swear to god it was real. If anyone finds it, please tag me so I know I’m not going crazy!

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The first words out of Austin’s mouth after realizing he’d cut his face open on set was “Nobody tell Y/n!” 

Which, of course, made everyone laugh. Up until that point, the room was practically frozen with anxiety, each and every person shushing to a respectful yet uncomfortable silence at the prospect of their star being down for the count. Their minds were put at ease to hear him cracking jokes. 

But Austin wasn’t joking. Not in the slightest. 

Y/n always worried that Austin gave too much of himself to his craft. The mental changes were hard enough, but physical changes scared her. Perhaps it was because she wasn’t an actor, and would therefore never truly understand the lengths to which were necessary in this sort of portrayal. But she sometimes felt like a mother scolding her child for falling down after being told not to run. 

And Austin didn’t just want to run. He wanted to fly. Which only made things worse. 

But he promised his girlfriend to always be careful on set. Not just with his body, but also his mind, soul, and heart. 

“We’re not even doing any stunts, baby. It’s the safest set I’ve ever been on.” 

In hindsight, the words felt pretty stupid now. 

The sting of ice pressed against his right temple was nothing in comparison to the sudden fear he felt over how he was going to tell Y/n. The paramedic holding the bag to Austin’s face had the same look of fear in his eyes, as if he was slightly shocked to be doing what he was doing. In most cases, these sort of professionals were just a precaution. Nobody actually expected to use them. 

The man directed his gaze towards Baz, who stood behind Austin’s chair with a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s a clean cut, that’s for sure. Definitely going to need a stitch or two.” 

Austin scoffed in disbelief. “I didn’t even feel it.”

“We know,” Baz said with half a laugh. “You went through the entire rest of the concert without noticing blood running down your face.” 

Austin could feel it now, though. He was just glad nothing got on the costume. “How long will it take to get the stitches out?” 

“No more than five days. Eyebrow scars, in particular, heal quite nicely. You won’t even see it after a little bit.” 

At least filming won’t be thrown off too much, Austin thought bitterly. No one was very keen on delaying the movie any farther, not after covid stopped everything for so long. Again, the actor was filled with a sense of dread. 

The feeling almost immediately doubled, however, when Austin noticed Baz’s personal assistant was missing from the director's side. 

“Baz?” he turned his head to look at the man still standing slightly over his shoulder. He spoke slowly, as if already knowing the answer but not yet ready to hear it. “Where’s Rachel?” 

At least Baz had the sense to look guilty. Immediately, Austin’s mind wandered to where Y/n sat, happily awaiting his return to his trailer across the lot. 

“You didn’t-” 

“Austin Robert Butler!”

“Oh, dear god,” he mumbled to himself, though he knew there was no point in begging. No deity could help him now. That’s what he got for finding himself one firecracker of a woman. 

She stomped over with the force of a thousand horses, and everyone parted like the red sea to let her through. It was suddenly abundantly clear to everyone on set why he hadn’t wanted to tell her about his accident. They all averted their eyes from the absolute scolding that Austin was about to receive. 

“Hi, honey,” he mumbled just as she reached his chair. The medic switched from holding ice to gauze on Austin’s angry cut, and he, too, pretended not to hear the conversation taking place. 

“Don’t you ‘hi, honey’ me! Not after you just cracked your goddamn head open!” 

“It’s a scratch-”

She pointed a finger towards him at once, swiftly silencing any poor rebuttal he thought he had. “Don’t interrupt me!” Y/n warned, and Austin’s lips clamped shut. “My honest assumption is that you cracked your head open, and you must have some serious brain damage. ‘Cuz why else would you be acting this stupid? ‘Nobody tell Y/n!’ Seriously, Austin!” 

Austin spun around, despite the medic’s protest, to stare at Rachel accusingly. “You told her that?” 

Y/n smacked him on the shoulder, and Austin’s eyes snapped back to hers with a shout of protest. “Don’t you yell at her! At least someone around here tells me something.” 

“I didn’t want you to worry, baby,” he reached out to rest one hand on her waist, which she allowed. It was a start, at least, in Austin’s eyes. 

Y/n was clearly still upset. Her arms were crossed, hands clenched in fists, and her whole body was stiff as a board. “I have a right to worry! You should thank Baz for sending Rachel to tell me, or we’d be having a completely different conversation right now.” 

Austin didn’t want to think about how that conversation would go. He could still feel the weight of Baz’s hand on his shoulder, and was suddenly immensely grateful for it. 

The older man patted his back with a gentle smile. “I’ll be right back, okay you two? I’m going to arrange for a car to take you to the hospital for some stitches. Better to do them there, right doc?” 

The medic nodded, examining the cut again. “Agreed.” 

Y/n shifted awkwardly on her feet as she watched him walk away, her fiery eyes wandering to the medic. The poor soul seemed to notice, and after a moment's thought, motioned for Austin to take the gauze he was holding. “Here, you take this. Keep the pressure, okay? I should probably help Baz make a few calls.” 

Y/n stepped forward before Austin could speak. “I’ve got it.” 

She slipped herself closer into her boyfriend's hold, pressing the gauze with gentle fingers despite the firm pressure. Austin spread his legs a little to make room for her, and settled both hands comfortably on her hips once the medic turned to walk away. 

Austin couldn’t help it. He knew Y/n was upset with him, and yet his heart still raced at the feeling of her so close to him like this. 

“What happened?” she asked after a breath.

He gave her hips a gentle squeeze. “We were doing another concert performance, like I told you. Filming for the ‘Burning Love’ montage.” 

Y/n nodded along. 

“And we decided it was time to switch into another costume, which was fine. But I’ve never worn this jumpsuit before, beyond trying it on. I guess I’m not used to how it feels yet. Anyways, it came to the part of the song where I do the guitar toss, and the strap got stuck on my cape. So I had to tilt the guitar as I was throwing it to get it unstuck, and when I did, I caught myself on the face.” 

While he spoke, Y/n used her other head to cup his face, turning it to properly examine the injury with her own eyes. Austin let her, mostly because he thought she looked really cute when focusing so intently. 

When Y/n was satisfied with her examination, her eyes met him again with a sigh. “I’m mad at you, you know,” she said very matter-of-factly. 

Austin nodded with a soft smile. “I know.” 

“You promised me you’d be careful. And not telling me when you’re hurt, Austin? Seriously?” 

“I was always going to tell you, baby. Maybe just…when everything was more under control.” 

“You mean you were gonna put a band-aid over it and call it a day?” 

His smile turned sheepish. “Probably.” 

“Mhm,” Y/n mumbled, because she knew her boyfriend better than anyone else. She knew what he was thinking, even when he didn’t want her to. Perhaps that’s what made her so angry. 

Austin fought the urge to purr like a cat when her hand found his hair, running it through her fingers and brushing it off his forehead. “Does it hurt?” Y/n asked him in a tone that told him she was on the road to forgetting her anger for now. 

“No,” he lied. It hurt a bit, though he thought he’d worried her enough for one night. 

She leaned into his tightening grip. “The stitches will hurt.” 

“Maybe,” he agreed, moving awkwardly to press a loving kiss to her cheek. Sometimes, Austin felt stupid for loving this girl as much as he did. 

Y/n giggled at the feeling while struggling to hold the gauze on his forehead, and he felt the vibrations through his lips. “I bet I could kiss it better.” 

His whole face lit up at the thought, which only made her laugh again. “Oh, you definitely could. I think that’s exactly what I need.” 

Her fingers gripped his chin lightly, pointing it down so she could reach his forehead, where she then placed a quick peck to just above the offending cut. Austin pouted up at her, tapping his lips.

“It hurts a little here, too.” 

“I’m sure it does,” Y/n hummed sarcastically, though she still pressed a small kiss to his awaiting lips. Too quick, if you asked Austin. 

“I feel better already,” he assured her. “I think I’m gonna need a few more of those throughout the night, though. You know, to speed up the healing process.” 

Y/n gave him a knowing smirk with loving eyes. “I’m at your service.” 

A true level of seriousness settled behind his next words. “And I’ll try to be more careful from now on, okay? I promise.” 

“I’ve heard those words before.” 

“I meant them then,” he nodded. “And I mean them now. Accidents happen, baby.” 

Her eyes faltered, as if suddenly feeling guilty, which wasn’t at all what Austin was aiming for. “I know.” 

He was quick to continue. “But you’re right. I need to be smarter about things. No more doing scary stuff in costumes I’ve never worn, okay? Or anything else in the same category of stupid.” 

That made her laugh, which Austin considered to be a success. “That sounds like a better deal.” 

Austin couldn’t even feel the pain in his temple. He didn’t notice the scratch of the gauze, the burn of the cut being exposed to air, or the sting from anti-infection spray that the medic put on earlier. All of it paled in comparison to the love he felt from Y/n.

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[dreamingofyeo]

Jar of similes ☆彡

Yeosang x gn reader fluff

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You walked down the path towards the fried chicken place, you’d been working on your art project all day and hadn’t realised how late it had gotten until your stomach had rudely reminded you. Your surroundings were, to a non artistic eye, rather normal and even dull in comparison to the rest of Seoul. You found it beautiful though. The cherry blossom petals on the ground, the odd feather here and there. The sounds of the city at night and the sight of its lights reflecting off of the puddles on the ground. Taking note of all the colour around you, you pull out one of the little jars you keep in your tote bag for exactly this occasion. You crouch down on the edge of the path, scooping a few of the petals into the jar to recreate the exact colour layer on for your project. You stand up and place the jar into your bag before carrying on down the path, you hadn’t even realised your phone had slipped out of your pocket when you’d been crouched down, too engrossed in your whirlwind of thoughts and ideas for the colour.

You wouldn’t have noticed at all if it were not for the sound of boots jogging to catch up with you before a tap on your shoulder. You turn around confused. That confusion is quickly replaced by intrigue and awe as you take in the young man before you. He is ethereal you can tell that much even with the mask and bucket hat and also familiar. Features sculpted onto his face perfectly yet in an utterly unique way. Like a painting. He has a birthmark blossoming from his left eye in the most delicate way, you’d like to paint him. You wonder to yourself if he’d be interested in modelling for you to do so. He could certainly do it professionallyi with his looks anyway. An idol even perhaps.

His voice snaps you out of your trance, it’s deep and mellifluous, though a little nervous and awkward all the same.

“Excuse me miss, you dropped your phone.”

You know that voice. As he holds out your phone with both hands, the pieces click into place but you decide against saying anything about it, not wanting to make him uncomfortable or risk it just being a huge coincidence that he looks and sounds just like Kang Yeosang of Ateez. So instead you steel your nerves and reply.

“Ah I’m sorry, thank you so much” you say politely, bowing to accept your phone back.

You smile awkwardly and turn to walk, but not before asking if he was also going to the chicken place, considering there wasn’t much else down this path. Inwardly considering that he is Yeosang after all so the likelihood is high.

He nods happily telling you he’s been craving it.

You look down and smile to yourself, now walking next to him.

“What’s your name?”

This catches you completely off guard, you forget your name for a moment but get it out regardless, asking him for his in return. You knew it but it was an open opportunity to confirm it.

“Kang Yeosang, it’s nice to meet you.” He says, you don’t miss the beat of hesitation before the reveal though.

You smile and return the sentiment before speaking in as calm a tone as you can manage.

“I thought I recognised you, I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to be wrong or make you uncomfortable, or both.” You say, laughing slightly at the end.

His head snaps to you at this, confusion and surprise written in his eyes.

“You know Ateez?”

“Yeah of course, you guys are so talented I love your music.” You confirm, smiling at him.

His eyebrows shoot upwards even more if it were even possible.

“You’re atiny? Who’s your bias?”

You laugh, “not telling, you can guess when we’ve picked up the chicken.”

Even through his mask, you can see the pouty smile forming on his face. You almost crack. Almost.

You talk and laugh for a while with Yeosang on the way to get your food. He’s certainly surprised, not used to having such tame interactions with fans outside of the occasional wholesome fancall and fansign experience. He’s being treated like a person, not like a doll to be criticised and controlled like some people who call themselves fans seem to unknowingly consider him to be. It’s nice. You’re nice, he could see himself being friends with you surprisingly easily. He’s also not blind, you’re very pretty, but he won’t let himself go down that road. He speaks up again after a bit of comfortable silence.

“How long have you been in Seoul for?”

“Not long, a few months.”

“Have you managed to make friends yet, or anything more?”

“A few friends here and there, I don’t think I’m built for dating here though so it’ll likely just stay like that.” You chuckle lightly.

“Why’s that? You’re very nice and I’d be lying if I said you didn’t have the looks for it.”

You feel yourself flush, looking up at him in shock, did he just compliment you?

“Was that a compliment?”

He laughs, that beautiful and adorable yet shy laugh of his.

“What else would it be?”

You shrug and laugh it off.

“True, well thank you, I feel honoured considering it’s coming from you.”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

Is he messing with you? Surely?

“It’s hard to explain. You’re one of the prettiest people I’ve ever seen to be honest, so it’s just a high compliment coming from you.”

Now it’s his turn to flush, he laughs under his breath thanking you quietly.

“You don’t believe me?” You ask, teasing him now.

Now it may make you cringe in the morning but you couldn’t resist. You pull out another little jar. He looks at you quizzically.

“I collect things to mimic the colour of for my art projects.” You explain quickly before getting to work.

He watches you in confusion, as you flit around the path and nature around you, picking up seemingly random pieces and collecting them in the jar. You bring it back to him, taking his hand and placing the jar in it.

He analyses the contents with just as much confusion as before. A feather, a petal, a dandelion whisp and a leaf skeleton.

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“I’d put a snowflake in there if I could, but if it helps you understand, you’re pretty like all the delicate parts of nature.” You smile, already cringing inside for tomorrow morning slightly.

His eyes soften though, and he smiles and thanks you, pocketing the jar before continuing to walk to the chicken place with you.

As if to make the city lights more pretty than before, it begins to rain. Yeosang groans slightly, having forgotten an umbrella. You laugh and turn to him.

“You don’t like the rain?”

“Not when I don’t have an umbrella.”

“There’s not much point to them, you get wet anyway, might aswell just accept and enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it?” He asks incredulously.

“Yeah! You can feel completely free in the rain. It’s something people usually avoid, a little bit like emotion if you think about it, if you enjoy it then it feels freeing in the same way as feeling your emotions, not caring about anything, not about the people watching you or getting wet and cold, it’s just nice.” You say, you cringe at yourself slightly but you decide to take your own advice and just accept it this time.

He smiles, “I guess you’re right.”

“I usually am.” You laugh.

“Somehow I don’t doubt that.” He says seriously.

“I was only joking but thank you.” You laugh again. An idea strikes you.

“Come on I’ll show you.”

He’s yet again confused, “show me what.”

“How to enjoy it. Dance with me, no steps nobody to perform for just enjoy it.”

He laughs now, shaking his head at you.

“Come onnnn, let me be right again you won’t regret it.” You plead with him, tilting your head almost teasingly.

He shakes his head again, this time in defeat. You smile widely and take a hold of his wrists pulling him into the centre of the empty path. The rain is hammering down around you both now as you dance with him, no steps, no strings, just two souls exploring the joy of being alive. He’s laughing with you now, jumping in a circle with you, arms swinging up and down to no rhythm but your own whims. You let go of one of his wrists and motion for him to twirl, the water under his boots sprays out and splashes you increasing the laughter sounding from you both. He returns the favour and keeps twirling you around until you dizzily stumble to a halt in front of him, holding onto his jacket to keep stable. He wipes the soaked strands of hair from your face and you look up at him, he looks so happy. He smiles down at you.

“You were right.”

“I told you so.”

You finally reach the chicken store, and walk back along the path, cracking jokes and laughing the whole way. You reach the intersection where you turn left and he turns right, he turns to you and speaks softly before leaving.

“You’re pretty like the rain.”

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[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Analyzing Sonic's love language + Sonamy, pt. 1

Sonamy is probably one of the most conflicted ships I've seen in the fandom. Which I find funny, because it's quite clearly the ship that the Sonic Team favors the most and gives the most content for, at least when it comes to Sonic himself. But anyway, I've seen a lot of people claim that Sonic "clearly" doesn't like Amy back because of how uncomfortable he looks whenever she showers him with affection. (And yes, I know the more recent media has given her a ton of maturity regarding that, which I appreciate.) But from my observations, that's just not the case.

Why? It boils down to each of the characters' love languages.

And Sonic's love language is quite clearly NOT physical affection. And that doesn't just manifest with Amy; it manifests with EVERYONE that tries to show him more touchy-feely affection, including people we know for a fact he loves to death. Like Tails.

Sonic himself doesn't initiate hugs very often, so when Tails got hurt in the Sonic Boom episode "The Sidekick" and Sonic was trying to figure out some way to protect him and express how much he'd been worried, he does awkwardly hug his little brother. Look at Tails' reaction.

He's probably shocked right now. He would know better than anyone else that Sonic doesn't normally do that.

I don't think Sonic minds hugs, but he actually isn't a big fan of them in general. In the episode "Do Not Disturb," when Sonic and Tails ended up driving each other nuts with their personal lifestyles, Tails walks over and throws his arms around Sonic after they apologize and reconcile. This time, look at Sonic's reaction.

His stance and expression make it pretty clear he was not expecting it, and after a couple seconds he says "Kay, too long, gettin' weird," and gently pulls away. But he's still kinda smiling, so it's clear he's not mad, just slightly uncomfortable at the touch.

While we know there's many different variations of Sonic's character throughout the franchise, this trait is pretty consistent. Something very similar to this situation happens in the second live action movie, when Sonic tells Tails that they're pals, and Tails hugs him. Once again, look at Sonic's response.

He's startled and pretty quickly picks Tails up and puts him back, but he's smiling amidst it. Same as before; enjoying the emotion, but not necessarily comfortable with the means of affection.

Yeah, yeah, at the end of the movie after he comes back from being Super, Maddie and Tom both come running and each individually hug him. Sonic doesn't pull away that time, and I think he's more okay with it that time, since barely five minutes before they thought they were going to die together. He just kinda smiles a little and closes his eyes when they hug him.

(on a side note those screenshots give me such happiness 🥹 this family >>>)

I'm gonna leave it at that for this post, but yeah, this is part 1. Mostly because I can't add many more images, and I had too many more to share. Part 2, which I'll post as quickly as possible, will move on to Sonic X and apply these things to Sonamy. 😁💞

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[zoeykallus]

Hunter - Dirty Lillte Thief 19 - Old Wounds And Broken Hearts

Hunter x FemReader Multi Chapter FF

AC: Repost/New post because of an Update I had to make. There was a whole chunk missing because I forgot to copy it out of my docs after translating my stuff and tumblr didn't let me overwork/correct my own post, yet again.

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Warnings: Sexual Themes Mentioned (18+)/Angst/Fluff/Jealous Hunter

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

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WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE:

Dirty Little Thief

Part 2 -Fairplay

Part 3- What We Do Not Admit

Part 4 - Provocative

Part 5 - Fighting And Loving

Part 6 - Scorching Hot

Part 7 - Keep It Together

Part 8 - Give Me More

Part 9 - Don’t You Dare

Part 10 - Hurt

Part 11 - Say You Won’t Miss Me

Part 12 - Still A Dirty Little Thief

Part 13 – In The Shadows

Part 14 - Burning Bridges

Part 15 – Under A Red Sun

Part 16 – See You Again

Part 17 - Reunion

Part 18 - I Missed You

This sexual encounter between you and Hunter had been so much more intense than ever before, even if it was a bit rushed. But even more uncomfortable you felt about the fact, that this togetherness could not end properly, your orgasm had just barely ended, as you've been disturbed.

At first, you feel a little uncomfortable looking at Echo, you are sure that when he was looking for Hunter, just before he said something to you, he must have heard something, maybe even seen something.

You know Echo is not a peeping Tom, he is of the decent sort, but to approach Hunter about this important matter, he must have been nearby, waiting.

Your eyes meet briefly, and an annoying little voice in the back of your head tells you that Echo knows Hunter's sperm is dripping into your panties.

You hope you get time to wash up and put on some fresh clothes as soon as possible.

Hunter turns to you and says, to your relief, "Hey, um, why don't you go freshen up. It's just a bunch of locals, mostly farmers on their way here, nothing exciting."

You try not to let on how damn relieved you are and slip into the refresher. To your surprise, Hunter has clean clothes ready. He hasn't disposed of your stuff, even after two years; he's kept everything.

You smile in satisfaction as you step into the shower.

As you come out of the refresher, you hear Hunter talking to someone. You pause and listen. "Since the Empire rose, you've practically been on your own, on the run?" You know that voice, at first you can't immediately place it, but you know it, clearly. You hear Hunter grumble, then he answers, "More or less, yes. Are you hiding from the Empire here, too?" "Pretty much, yeah. This planet doesn't offer much except farmland, there's no mineral resources, nothing to mine or exploit, that's why the Empire isn't interested in us so far. It's a very simple life, a quiet one, but also a free and peaceful one" "Doesn't sound so bad," Wrecker notes. You cautiously approach the voices, carefully pushing past Wrecker and finally standing next to Hunter. When you see the face to the voice, you realize why it sounded familiar. At first Hunter's counterpart looks flabbergasted, then he smiles broadly and when he says your name, everyone perks up, and you feel Hunter tense a little beside you. "Damn, I didn't think you'd ever leave this dead, dry planet alive," the man standing in front of you says to you.

He has a slight shadow of a beard, intense blue eyes, amber hair, he is well-built, large strong hands, the hands of a laborer, rough and calloused. He is about Hunter's height, maybe an inch or two taller, but hardly remarkably taller. His face was still as perfect as ever, except for the shadow of his beard and a smudge of dirt on his right cheek. His cheekbones high but not too high, broad strong chin, eyes the perfect angle and distance apart. Strong but straight even nose, thick full hair. Not to forget the perfectly matching voice, deep, very slightly gravelly but gentle. "Kenjam Dennolli," you say with a sigh. "You know each other?" asks Hunter cautiously. Dennolli laughs and says, "You could say that." "He's my ex-boyfriend," you say, rolling your eyes.

Hunter next to you tenses. "Meaning, we know each other very well. Theoretically, we never broke up," Dennolli says, laughing.

You look at the man with the goggles.

"Of all the damn planets we could have ended up on, it had to be this one," you grumble in Tech's direction. Tech looks up indignantly from his holopad and says, "This is a moon. You act like this is my fault." Dennolli laughs again, "Still temperamental and argumentative I see." You glare at him angrily and say, "Breaking up wasn't necessary, Ken, because you just ran off the planet and I had no way of following you."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Echo wave the others along, leaving you and Hunter alone with Ken. Echo was always reliable when it came to getting some privacy, most of the time. Ken looks at you, not quite as amused as before, as he says, "I didn't go willingly, you know the Hutts were after me. I had to take the first chance I got, and taking you with me would have put you on Jabba's hit list as well." "Excuses," you growl softly, automatically standing closer to Hunter, as if some part of you is subconsciously seeking mental, emotional protection from him. Hunter senses that you're seeking his closeness, more or less half-hiding behind him, your behavior suggesting that you're still hurt and don't really want to work through this situation right now. He is not sure if he is relieved or worried. Even a blind man can see that Kenjam Dennolli is handsome and charismatic, Hunter thinks silently, annoyed.

Ken sighs and says quietly to you, "You know that's not true, that's not an excuse. And I've missed you a lot" "That was almost five years ago, Ken, I've been over it for a long time".

Ken says softly, "I'm happy for you, really, it's good you were able to move forward, I couldn't."

Hunter at your side becomes even more tense, you even see a vein on his neck. Was he jealous? You've never seen Hunter jealous before, not that you know of. Something is bubbling under his surface, you feel it clearly in the Force, something intense, it feels almost sharp, as if you could cut yourself on it if you got too close to him at the moment. And yet, you draw closer.

"Like I said," you say coolly, leaning meaningfully against Hunter's shoulder, "I've been over this a long time."

Ken blinks, then smiles humorlessly and says, "I understand. You two are therefore-"

"Indeed," Hunter grumbles.

Ken, clearly sensing Hunter's tension, laughs softly and nods.

"Okay, that's nice for you guys. Getting together for old times' sake tonight is probably a no-go then."

Hunter says coolly, "Certainly," and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

There is a small, awkward pause in which no one says anything, the two men look at each other, scrutinize and assess. You sense melancholy and an old longing, in Ken, like sweet, heavy wine. Hunter exudes sharpness and hardness, also a small bitter undertone of fear.

Again, your ex nods and finally says, "Okay, I think I overstayed my welcome for today. I'll better head back to work anyway. It was good to see you again."

You don't really know what to say to that, feeling a little uncomfortable in your own skin, so you keep quiet and watch Ken walk away. Finally, Hunter stirs beside you.

"Your ex, huh? Good-looking fellow," he growls.

You raise your eyebrows questioningly and look at him.

"Yeah, so? Did you expect me to be hanging out with ugly men before I started dating you?"

Hunter rolls his eyes, sighs softly, but finally looks at you, with a calm, gentle expression.

"No, it just feels weird"

"What do you mean?"

Hunter shrugs cautiously and explains, "We just got back together after being apart for a long time. It's all still fresh and suddenly this striking, handsome guy shows up. That's when a man in my situation feels a little pressured."

"Why?" you ask curiously.

Hunter steps closer, grabs your hands, plays with your fingers and says, "Imagine it the other way around. A gorgeous woman suddenly shows up here, and you're confronted with the fact that she's my ex and still interested in me."

You frown unwillingly. You don't like the idea at all.

"Do you have an ex like that?" you ask cautiously.

Hunter laughs and says, "No, but that's not the point. Just imagine it for a minute, and you'll understand how it feels to me right now."

You sigh softly, of course you can understand, but Hunter has no reason to worry, certainly not about Kenjam Dennolli.

You release your hands from his and wrap your arms around his shoulders, gently kissing along his jaw to his ear and finally whisper, "You can be absolutely sure that my heart, body and soul are yours alone, Hunter."

You feel Hunter shiver softly and shortly thereafter close his arms tightly around you.

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[edelfan]

Take Me Instead | Icemav

Cross-posted to AO3

Ice stared at his reflection in the mirror. His dress blues fit immetucally, as always. As Commander of the Pacific Fleet he was used to wearing them quite often, despite them being one of the more uncomfortable options of his Navy uniforms. Today, however, he had no other choice.

His medals and his wings were freshly polished, the low light of the morning sun, shining through the bedroom window, was reflecting in them. His eyes, though, were dull, unable to show anything, not even his sleepless nights since that fateful day.

A knock on the door made Ice avert his gaze. Slider's old familiar face was staring back at him. His former RIO was dressed quite similar, holding his white cap in his slightly shaking hands.

"You ready, Tom?"

One last look at the mirror before Ice reached for his own cap and placed it on his head.

"No... I'll never be."

~*~

It was a sunny day in San Diego and the Miramar National Cementary was unusually crowded with sailors, pilots and basically anbody in the Navy whose life had been touched by Maverick or Rooster.

Up front was the Dagger Squad - all still looking pale and distraught like they had already been on the carrier - framed by what was left of the '86 TOP GUN class. After receiving the terrible news they had gathered from all around the country to say goodbye and pay their last respects to their former classmate and friend as well as to the son of the man whose funeral they had attended back in the day. No words were spoken among them, only sad sighs and silent sniffling of tears that threatened to fall.

Up front and center was Ice - the only member left of their small, unusual and more often than not dysfunctional family. Slider was standing to his right, his former RIO having his hand on Tom's lower back, trying to show support and holding Ice up if needed.

To Ice's left was Jake Seresin - the young aviator being only a shadow of his former self. He was biting his lip hard to stop the sobs shaking his body, but it was in vain.

Ice knew that Jake blamed himself, constantly telling himself that he should have been faster, that he should have gotten missile lock on that last fifth gen fighter only moments, mere seconds, earlier. There were no words or gestures in this world that would sooth Jake's soul. He was not only mourning his CO and fellow pilots, but the chance to make up with the young man who had once been the love of his life.

As much as Ice would have liked to console the young man, he was in no state of mind to do so at the moment. After all, he was staring at the covered caskets of his husband and the man he had considered his son.

All those weeks back when Ice had picked Rooster as part of the call-backs and had sent Maverick to teach them, Ice had known that there was a possibility that the mission could bear personal desaster for him, especially when Cyclone had made Pete team leader. However, he had trusted in his husband's ability to survive any odds - like ejecting at Mach 10.4 - as well as his promise to make sure their son would return home.

And destiny had played with them on the day of the mission. Two consecutive miracles pulled off, only to listen to the desperate radio calls moments later when Maverick had taken the SAM for Rooster. With tears in his eyes and his heart ripped out of his chest Ice had pleaded for Rooster to return to the carrier. But his son hadn't listened and too soon it had been confirmed that Dagger Two had gone down.

Ice had lost his family and he had been screaming and crying in his cabin after not being able to stay in the command room any longer. The pain had been worse than anything he had endured during his cancer treatment years ago, no surgery and no chemo had been as bad as the hole inside his soul.

And then destiny had sent a ray of hope in the form of Hondo coming to tell him that Rooster's ESAT had come back on and that oversight had reported a F-14 on the way towards the carrier.

Ice had rushed back to the command room as fast as his body had allowed him to. At the moment he had stumbled through the door, he had heard Cyclone giving Hangman the order to take-off. In the following moments, everybody had silently watched the data on the screens, seeing two fifth gen fighters go down before the F-14 had encountered yet another one.

"I have visual... Oh God, they're climbing, they must be... Gimme tone, dammit!"

Hangman's voice had echoed through the command room. And then everything had happened within seconds... Both, the fifth gen fighter and the F-14 disappeared from the screens. Ice had collapsed to his knees before Warlock had given the order for Search and Rescue.

Tom didn't know if he should consider himself lucky that they actually had found their bodies, that there was something to bury today, that the caskets didn't end up empty. However, he would never forget seeing their badly hurt bodies, mostly covered up with a sheet, in the medical bay of the carrier.

Somewhere in the distance a bugler started the sounding of Taps, followed by the rifle salute. Ice watched in silent agony as the rest of the Dagger Squad, including Hangman and Cyclone, stepped forward, followed by their friends of the old Top Gun class. They started folding the flags, while several planes took off from the nearby airfield.

It was Slider and Cyclone who handed Tom both flags with the usual speech. In this moment, he didn't even try to suppress his tears. He simply nodded his thanks and watched as everybody, who had stepped up as an honor guard, turn towards Maverick's and Rooster's caskets again and salute them one last time.

In the air above them, four F-18 passed in missing man formation.

~*~

Ice couldn't remember his kitchen floor being that cold. On the other hand, he had never been sleeping on it before or whatever it had been what he just woke up from. He found himself surrounded by empty vodka bottles and slowly, but surely, the memories started to crawl back into his foggy mind. He had buried his family a few days ago...

His first reaction was to reach for one of the bottles which still had the tiniest amount of alcohol left in it. Ice just wanted to fall back asleep, anything to flee this horrible reality. It didn't matter that he was still one of the highest ranking admirals in the Navy, nothing mattered anymore.

In his attempt to return into a numb and hazy state, Ice didn't hear that someone was entering the house and walking straight to the kitchen after only a short moment of pondering.

"Jesus Christ, Tom..."

He looked up into Slider's familiar face - that was sporting a huge black eye. Deep inside his mind, Ice remembered throwing a punch at him the other day when Ron had tried to take away a vodka bottle from him.

Slider took in the whole scene in front of him before looking straight at Ice. It was only now that Tom noticed that he was still wearing his dress blues or whatever was left of them, covered in alcohol and puke.

"Go away."

Even his voice sounded foreign to him - not like after the cancer surgery years ago, but like something had crawled inside his throat and died there. That thought alone made Ice tip the bottle in his hand towards his mouth again, before it was suddenly ripped from his grasp.

"Not listening to you, old man. It can't go on like this anymore, Tom. Mav would haunt my ass if I'd let you waste away like that. Come on, up you go!"

Despite their age, Slider was still able to use his advantage in height compared to Tom by grabbing him under his arms and janking him upwards. Ice tried to protest, but all the colorful words that left his mouth simply sounded like gibberish to his former RIO.

In his weakened state he also wasn't able to fight the other man in any way or capacity. So Slider basicly heaved Ice up the stairs, dragging him towards the master bedroom.

Tom hadn't been inside since before the burial, unable to face the room that now seemed so cold and empty. But Slider didn't show any mercy, he brought him all the way into the ensuite where he started to undress his old friend.

"What are you doing?"

Ice's question was slurred, but even in his foggy mind he realized what was about to happen before Slider could even answer. After all, the other man had just turned on the shower, the missing steam a clear sign that the water definitely wasn't warm. Once again though, Ice had no chance to protest. His body didn't work like he wanted it to and so it was an easy task for Ron to push him under the cold spray and hold him there.

"You asshole... I fucking hate you!"

Slider had the nerves to just grin in this moment.

"No, you don't. I think you will actually thank me for this in the morning."

It was only when Tom started to shiver, his eyes a tiny bit clearer, that Slider turned off the water and helped him out of the shower. Soon Ice found himself wrapped in a fluffy towel and with instructions to dry himself as good as possible while Ron went looking for a pyjamas for him.

Somehow Tom could actually fulfill this task and only moments later, dressed in fresh and comfy clothes, Slider helped him crawl inside the bed. After a short moment of hesitation, Ice reached for one of Mav's pillows, burying his face in it as Ron wrapped him in the comforter. There was still a tiny trace of Pete's unique smell in the fabrique...

Ice looked up in surprise when he felt the bed dip on the other side. Ron was making himself comfortable next to him.

"What? You really think I would leave you alone right now? No way, old man. Now go to sleep. Tomorrow might not be any easier, but you have to remember that you're not alone..."

A long moment of silence passed between them.

"Ron?"

"Yeah?"

"If I could... I would take their place, without a moment of doubt or hesitation. Hell, I would accept the horrible of cancer again, if it would bring them back..."

"I know, Tom, I know."

~*~

Ice woke up to the sounds of someone rummaging in the kitchen downstairs. It seemed that Slider had spent the whole night with him and was now probably looking for coffee and breakfast. He wanted to call out to him, but a stinging pain inside his throat threw him into a heavy coughing fit.

"Ice? You okay?"

Sitting up, Tom nodded, about to wave his friend away, when his still tired brain realized that it hadn't been Ron's voice asking for his wellbeing.

Swallowing against the lump in his throat, Ice turned towards the door. He must have still be dreaming, this couldn't be real... But the shallow pain the coughing fit had left, told him enough that this wasn't a dream.

There in the doorway to their bedroom stood Pete, dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and his bomber jacket.

"Babe, is everything alright?"

Before Maverick had a chance to walk over to the bed, Ice stumbled onto his feet, rushing over to him. He only hesitated a very short moment, then he reached out, running his hand through Pete's soft hair before cupping his face.

"You're here..."

The look in Pete's eyes changed from worry to slightly amused confusion.

"Yeah, I'm still here... And if I don't hurry up, Cyclone will have my head for being late on the first day." Pete laughed, pulling Tom in for a short kiss. "And Admiral, you should polish yourself a little bit and dress up if you want to have that zoom meeting in an hour, explaining why your dear husband destroyed a multi billion dollar plane."

"No one told you to go past Mach 10."

"I know, but where's the fun in that? Call you at lunch break?"

Instead of answering, Ice just stared at Mav before falling forward and kissing his husband passionately. His sore throat made Tom pull back sooner than he would have liked.

"I love you."

"I love you, too, darling. And I really need to leave now..."

Chuckling, Mav pressed another kiss onto Tom's forehead before turning around and sprinting down the stairs.

With the roaring sounds of Mav's bike in the background, Ice slowly walked into their ensuite. He stared at his reflection in the mirror above the sink, still unable to believe that all of this could be true.

It was another coughing fit that pulled him from his thoughts, this one even worse than the one in the bed moments earlier. Still trying to gain his breath again, he reached for a tissue, holding it against his lips.

It was then that he saw something he hadn't seen in years, not since before his cancer surgery. The tissue was covered in blood.

And suddenly he understood.

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[tmd-clangen]

MOON 0 | SMILING MOON

As the two strange rogues fled, Heartstripe came to a sudden halt. “Cosmos above! Foxpaw, are you alright?!” Heartstripe cried, veering over to her apprentice. At this point she didn’t care if the other cats got away as long as she ensured his safety. I can’t possibly let Star Night down on the honor of mentorship! But this isn’t about you right now, Heartstripe!

Foxpaw shook himself briskly as the two rogues fled up the slope and away, growling. “Yeah, I’m fine!” he replied, frustrated, though the tone wasn’t a jab at her. “Just all scratched up now…”

Heartstripe pressed her paws to his fur to part the tufts and look closer at each of the red marks on his pelt. “Are you sure you’re okay?! We should get back to camp quickly, wounds shouldn’t stay out in the cold for so long, that’s not good–”

“I promise I’m completely alright, they don’t even hurt that bad. Please don’t worry too much, I’m okay,” Foxpaw meowed, backing away from her a little and smiling lightly. “That tom that attacked me seemed pretty young and inexperienced. They both seemed really little.”

Heartstripe nodded slowly, having made the same observation. The pitches of the tom’s voices, their shorter statures, the lightness of the wounds… It’s likely they’re not any older than six moons, maybe even younger. “Okay. Well, still, we ought to return quick. Star Night is going to want to hear about this. And you know Asterhaze is serious about never leaving even the smallest things unattended.”

“Yup yup, I gotchu,” Foxpaw replied humoredly. “Let’s go then.” He stuck his bushy tail up high and turned around to leave the other way.

Heartstripe let out a pressed sigh, catching up to him and taking the lead. “As if we didn’t already have enough problems to worry about… now there’s the possibility of rogues,” she fretted.

Foxpaw shrugged his shoulders, then said, surprisingly grimly, “Well, they might not be a problem for long, if the next moon turns out to be a blood moon. The beasts will take care of ‘em for us… you know, what usually happens?”

“I don’t wish that fate on any cat, even if they oppose us!” Heartstripe murmured sharply. “I’m rather appalled you think that way–”

“I mean! Not to say I like that happening to anyone, either!” Foxpaw tried hurriedly to repair his statement. “But it’s just… you know. That’s what happens all the time. We have an outsider problem and we don’t interfere because we know we’re guarded enough already and, nature will, well…”

“All right, why don’t we just stop talking about this,” Heartstripe laughed strainedly, trying to put an end to the topic. It’s a little uncomfortable to see he thinks this way… I have no doubt it’s because of Glowroar. She shook her head thinking of the violence-happy golden tom. “I understand what you’re saying but Star Night is going to want to hear about this issue anyway.”

And I need to see how I can resolve this, to a permanent end, Heartstripe thought to herself, brows furrowing slightly as she gazed off into the starry sky. It’s my duty, now.

"Anyway, you think you did good?"

Foxpaw exclaimed proudly, "For sure! I think that's been one of my better training sessions recently! And next time, I won't get all clawed up by some little cats."

“During a training outing, Heartstripe suggests to Foxpaw that this would be a good time for them to practice all sorts of things. Foxpaw gives her all he’s got! However, when they’re about to leave, they have a stressful encounter with two strange cats. While the assumed rogues get away unharmed and Foxpaw is left scratched up, Heartstripe is determined to tell Star Night everything and figure out how to end this new problem.”

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[shubblelive]

DEBUT ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

₊˚ʚ summary | after ranboo watches one of your musicals on stream, wilbur becomes fascinated with you. when you're actually performing in front of him, he can't take his eyes off you.

₊˚ʚ genre | pure fluff

₊˚ʚ warnings | swearing, typos

₊˚ʚ pairing | cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress!reader

₊˚ʚ featuring | cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!ranboo

₊˚ʚ pronouns | she/her

₊˚ʚ word count | 0.7k

₊˚ʚ note | this is my first mcyt imagine on tumblr, so please be tender with me lol. the musical they go and watch is called black friday, and it's connected to tgwdlm (the musical that ranboo and tubbo watched on stream a while ago). you don't need to have seen black friday OR the musical VOD to understand it though, don't worry. also the timeline is wrong, since ranboo and toby didn't even know each other when black friday came out but shhh

wilbur pretends to be too cool for the rest of them, literally vibrating from excitement. they're all jumping on the spot slightly, waiting for the doors to open. he acts like tubbo and ranboo dragged him along, but he probably would have gone anyway. just to see you. 

when ranboo and tubbo watched your last musical on stream, he'd tuned in. of course he did, he tried to watch as many of his friend's streams as possible, even just as background noise. background noise turned into making the window full screen, turned into watching all your other stuff, turned into subscribing to your twitch. 

the doors open and they start ushering people inside letting them take their seats. tommys tugging on his sleeve, dragging him to the front row where their tickets say, sitting right in the aisle seat. 

as the musical starts, you and a few of your costars make your say down through the audience to make your entrance and right before you step up onstage, your fingers brush his shoulder. you don't pause your singing though, to give him an in-character wink. tommy jabs him in the wrist as you continue to sing, glancing over your shoulder as you exit discreetly, ready to make your first quick change. some of the cast stays on, singing vibrantly about.... something fucking creepy. he wasn't paying attention, if he was honest. but not for lack of trying, he swears! 

the next characters are two he recognises from the last musical, and he cheers along with the audience, not even knowing the two were connected. he's eventually swept up in the show. 

he bops his head to the songs - they're catchy as fuck - and when tommy laughs uncomfortably loud at a dick joke, he's not even looking to see if it made you break character.  you change the dialogue once, and it's so subtle - such a small change - that no one notices. no one would have if they hadn't seen the show before.

you're supposed to make a fortnite joke, but you know your directors won't care if you change just the one word. 

"they're all into minecraft, dude!" you say, eyes flicking ever so slightly to his little group. the crowd laughs, the joke still lands, and tommy lets out an inappropriately loud cheer. wilbur tells him to shut up, but he does so with a smile on his face. 

the last song of the show gives him chills, and they're not the only ones who stand up to give their applause. tubbo and ranboo are chattering excitedly ("no, i swear it was her! she had the same jumper and everything!"), while tommy raves about the main character, also coincidentally named tom. 

wilbur just nods as they stand out in the foyer of the theatre, waiting for the cast to make their appearances. the other three go up to everyone they can, tommy making an absolute idiot of himself in front of tom's actor, who is 100% into it. he lays back, waiting. you're the last one out, and he practically attacks you. you beam at him. 

"wilby!" no one around you hears, and you launch yourself into his arms. he chuckles, eyeing his friends. they haven't noticed. "did you enjoy the show?" 

"i did, love," he said earnestly. "you were incredible. except for that bit where you had to kiss that guy. twice. it's like they don't know you have a boyfriend," he teased you, bumping you with his elbow.

 "to be fair, i didn't have a boyfriend when they cast me," you pointed out. he smiled at you and leant down to press a kiss to your temple. "can i meet your friends now?" he nods down at you, and you race off, stealing their attention from your costar. 

you introduce yourself, and they follow, if not somewhat confused. their faces all brighten simultaneously when you tack on "wil's girlfriend." 

tommy fake gags, and he knows what his little brother is thinking, exactly what tommy's thinking. "she's not out of my league, tom," he says.

 tommy looks scandalised. "yes she is,"

 he looks over at you talking animatedly with tubbo and ranboo. "yes she is," he agrees.

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[totally-a-different-person]

you know exactly what I want then (Edd x the bullies please)

I fucking kid you not, I sat there for so long ripping my fucking hair out trying to figure out how in the world this could possibly come to be then I realized it was actually pretty simple and I was just an idiot so uh, the only way I could really see it coming to be in the first place is where when the guy says "and we get your girl too" He isn't talking about Tom he's talking about Edd but then the gang loses (nsft past this point, I feel like I losing my mind, also dubcon I guess?? So watch out for that)

Edd was very bitter as he followed the three, arms crossed and pouting slightly as he walked. The tallest one had his hand on Edd's shoulder, slightly guiding him as they walked to the car, the other two laughing and talking about their victory. "You can't actually keep me you know, that's against the law, I'm a human being" The brit said sounding very bitter as he looked up Mike who just laughed "I know that, we aren't even taking you home, just going to the car, a more secluded area, to get some use out of our prize" he grinned, though Edd looked confused.

How could they use him at the car, he thought they were at least gonna make him clean their house or something, but what would they have for him to do at the car? As they arrived he looked at Karl, the one that had blond hair and was the shortest of the three. He laughed and elbowed the other one, who seemed rather upset, mumbling "oh whatever"

Karl opened up the car door and got inside, looking for something. Edd looked up at the man and opened his mouth to speak, but Mike beat him to it, telling him to "come here and bend over" obviously Edd had objections to that but cut himself off with a yelp as Mike smacked his bottom, making his face flush as the man used his large hand to bend him over and the blond got back out of the car, him being met with Karl's hard member in his face, and he was speachless.

He looked up at the man as he felt a hand in his hair, watching him hand Mike a bottle of lube. "Go on, do it." It was clearly a command, pulling Edd's pants down as well making him just blush deeper, they were in public, not even hidden or anything, just further away, literally anyone could come over and see them. Still... Edd, thoroughly flustered, slowly opened his mouth and let Karl carefully lower his head down, taking his cock into his mouth. He sort of had to crain his neck at a slightly uncomfortable angle, but that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. The taller man grinned, rubbing his side a bit "good boy~" he purred.

The man shuddered at the warmth around him as Edd began sucking gently making Mike chuckle, pouring some of the lube onto his fingers and pressing them against Edd's hole, causing the artist to gasp and jump a bit. He was getting hard as well at this point, whimpering as he felt two of Mike's fingers pushed inside of him so suddenly. It hurt, as they were rather large, but he couldn't help melting when he started moving them, his member now fully erect as he struggled to keep the pase he had set with bobbing his head, Karl mostly taking over, holding his hair and thrusting into his throat as he gagged and moaned around him, drool going down his chin.

Edd jerked when Mike brushed his prostate, choking for a moment as his eyes shot open and he gave a loud moan. The man grinned and shoved a third finger in, again pressing into his sweet spot like it was a big button and Edd nearly screamed, legs shaking. Mike curled his fingers, which actually hurt quite a bit but Edd could hardly feel the pain over the intense pleasure, tearing up slightly.

Suddenly Karl came hard into his throat, giving a sharp groan and holding his head down so he swallowed, coughing a bit once he was pulled up and giving a sharp gasp as the fingers were suddenly pulled out of him. He was far from thinking clearly at this point and wasn't at all concerned about his dignity, so at the sudden empty feeling he whined softly, frowning and trying to look back at Mike to see why he had stopped.

Though he was stopped, Karl laughing a bit and saying "no no, you're not done" The one with black hair who had previously been stroking his dick while watching grabbed Edd's dark brown hair and pressed his cock against his lips, causing his face to flush once again. It was a bit longer than Karl's had been, admittedly making him a little nervous. He wanted to be good though, so he opened his mouth and let Steve slide into his mouth, he managed to get most of it in before gagging, trying his best to relax as he took as much as he could.

He took a sharp breath through his nose as he felt something wet and big pressed against his hole, starting to panic. There was no way that was gonna fit inside him, Mike wasn't actually gonna try to put the whole thing in right? "Relax..." Steve said softly in an attempt to soothe him as he ran his fingers through his hair, rocking his hips slowly into the boy's mouth as Mike grabbed both of his hips, watching the way his fingers made slight dents in his love handles.

He slowly pushed in, smirking to himself as he watched Edd tense up and whimper, doing his best to adjust and accommodate all while Steve softly encouraged and praised him, telling him how good he was taking it already. Mike pressed in very slowly, watching his dick disappear into Edd's asshole. He was a little over halfway in and Edd was having a harder and harder time taking it all. "You can do it, I know you can, you're doing so well baby." Steve spoke softly, pulling out to just press the tip against Edd's lips. The sub's own drooling cock twitched slightly, his legs quivering. He put it back into Edd's mouth to muffle a moan as Mike pushed in further, almost all the way then stopping.

Edd felt so full, like he could feel it in his stomach. He whimpered around Steve, he wasn't even trying anymore, just letting the man fuck his throat while he choked and moaned. Mike started moving, holding Edd's hips very tight as he did. It was so strange, he melted as it was pulled out of him slowly before back in, pressing hard against that special spot and electing a sharp moan as he flinched. Mike gripped him harder as he started going, very hard at a medium making it nearly impossible for Edd to form any coherent thoughts other than about how incredible it felt, despite the stretch.

The man would yank him backwards a bit as he would thrust, shoving it as deep as it would go, Edd would jerk and give high muffled moans every time. But then Mike let his hips go, grabbing both of his arms and holding his wrists, one in each hand, as he started moving faster, pulling more out when he did then slamming it back in. Edd screamed around Steve's dick, drool running down his chin and throat, he was just hazy eyed and dizzy, gently sucking when it would stop for a few moments before going back to just having his throat fucked while he cried.

He was really enjoying himself, his head was held so he couldn't look back and see Mike fucking him, he could just feel it jackhammering inside of him, filling him up completely over and over. He realized how close he was to cumming, a pool of fire in his stomach. He didn't have a clear enough mind to say anything or try not to, just giving a high pitched moan as he came, his legs were twitching and shaking. He could hear Steve breathing heavily, as well as moving his hips a bit faster as he held Edd's hair with both hands, looking up at Mike after another second of staring at the brunette's face "I-I'm getting close too"

Just like he said after a few more thrusts he came in Edd's mouth, holding his head down and panting. The brit struggled slightly to swallow it, some spilling out. He let his head go and carefully pulled it out of his mouth, letting his breath for a minute. But then Mike pulled out too, and Edd was confused. He definitely thought he would have wanted to cum too, but maybe he was done. He let Edd's arms go and grabbed his waist again, lifting him off his feet and turning him around. Now Edd was very very confused and a little startled, looking at him wide eyed.

Mike pinned him down in the car against the seat, spreading his legs and slamming himself back in making Edd scream. He chuckled softly and held Edd there while he pounded into him, mumbling "that's better" his pace was cruel, ramming into him roughly with no sign of stopping any time soon. He absolutely abused Edd's sweet spot, wanting to watch him twitch and squirm while he cried. It was too much, Edd was getting close again already, he couldn't take it. Though so was Mike. He yanked the artists hips down and he thrusted in deep a few more times before biting Edd's collar bone hard as he came.

The brunet cried out, climaxing as well all over his own stomach, getting it on his shirt as he whined. "A-ahh~" he moaned softly as Mike gently humped him, more grinding against his insides than thrusting, wanting to make sure he was good and full before pulling out. Edd felt so dazed and stuffed "I-it's so hot..." He mumbled, panting softly. He soon pulled out, leaving Edd leaking and feeling weirdly empty. He picked him up once again and set him on his feet on the ground, chuckling as the shorter man wobbled a bit, doing his best to stand but nearly falling. "You can go ahead back to your friends" He just sort of walking him in the right direction for a few steps then went to help his friends pack up the car. Edd was left frazzled and flustered, just staying for a moment before walking back to the others.

#sinsworld #sw edd #sw bullies #ig????? #should I just put the names? #I mean ig #sw Mike #sw steve #sw Karl

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An Actress Life - Chapter 2

Chapter two

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"This will be so nice to have my little sis on set." Jared says luckily,  but then his smile fades slightly. (He loves you like a little sister, although you're older than him xD) "What kind of role?" He asks concerned. You start to get nervous, so you just remain quiet. You already regret saying yes to Edward. 

"Uh-As the love interest of Dean." You look at the floor, feeling guilty and a bit stupid for accepting that job. He and Gen look shocked and concerned at the same time. "I don't even understand, why he asked for me." "I do, you're good at what you’re doing." He tries to smile, but all he can  think of is how jensen will be feelings about this change. "Guys, could you please stop looking at me like this the whole time….it’s getting uncomfortable." You say a bit nervously. 

"I know guys, I didn't think about Jensen and me. I guess it's better, if I call my manager and reject this offer." You grab your jacket and take out your phone to dial Ed's number. Gen and Jared look at each other, then Gen walks towards you and takes your phone away, quickly ending the call. "Maybe you and Jensen just should talk about everything...talk the whole thing out. Ask him if he and you are okay." Jared says. Jared is right, he kinda always is about things like that, but you’d never actually would admit to that.

"Are you sure? I mean you are his best friend, you should protect him of me. I know, I hurt him badly and I am sorry. I still feel really guilty about the whole thing. I let him go, for the stupidest reason. He was probably the best boyfriend, I could’ve ever had." You say with a deep sigh. "Wait, do you still love him?" Gen asks and you realize, what you’ve just said. "When yes, why did you left him?" Jared says disappointed and also kinda confused.

"I think I do. Why I left him? Because I felt so unloved and unwanted like I wasn’t good enough.” you say quietly. "Y/N, you're like a little sister to me, since we met in 2008 at the set of Friday the 13th and I am thankful for introducing that wonderful woman to me…" he points at Gen "but you're definitely dumb. I'm sorry, but Jensen was gonna purpose you and you just left him because you felt this way? Why didn’t you two just talk like adults?”  Silence, because you know he is right. You weren’t mature enough, you were like 20 or something, still a stupid child. 

"He loved you more than everything." He adds. You start to cry because you know he's right, even more than right and you hate yourself for this. Gen wraps her arms around you, hugging you close. "Everyone makes mistakes, it's okay." She whispers into your ear and puts you tighter to her as much as possible because of her baby bump."Y/N, I can't believe you're so dumb." Jared almost yells. Gen lets you go. "I'm sorry, okay?" You yell back. You’re are fighting for about five minutes and not noticing that Gen is trying to get both of your attention, for a few minutes now. 

"What's wrong?" You ask annoyed and look at her and you realise that there is puddle on the floor, already regretting how you answered her. "Oh my god." Jared says nervously. "Get her bag and get Thomas. I'll get the car." He nods and gets Thomas quickly. He goes to their bedroom, meanwhile you get Tom and Gen into the car. 

10 minutes later you arrive at the hospital...

"Just get Gen inside as fast as you can. I'll take care of everything else." You say. He nods thankfully. You park the car and take Thomas out of the car. During the drive Jared has called Jensen. This would be the first time that you see him after your breakup. You remember it wasn't that easy ,because the pressure made it a way harder for you two. 

You’ve been together for three years with him. These were the best three years of your life. You regret everything that happened so much, because you never loved a man like him. You enter the hospital with a sleepy Tom in your arms. Your heart stops, when you see Jensen for the first time, after five years. 

You feel butterflies all around your stomach, then you feel the pain and guilt in your gut. You swear you can see that his wonderful eyes are filled with anger, pain and luck. You go over to him, he tries to smile. "Hey, it's been a long, since we’ve last seen each other." He tries to be friendly. "Yeah, that’s true." You say with a weak smile. He glares all over your body and has spotted the ring on your finger. His small smile fades away. It's the ring your Grandma has given you, before she died 1 year ago. It used to be the engagement ring your grandpa gave to her. 

"They're already in, aren't they?" He nods and looks at the ring again. Tom wakes up. "Auntie Y/N/N." He rubs his eyes sleepily. "Uncle J." "Hey Buddy." Jensen says with an adoring smile and takes Tom out of your arms. You missed his smile so much. "How's life going's?" He asks. "Pretty good, what about you?" "Same old things." He smiles, you smile back. 

You sit in a awkward silence for almost an hour before Jared finally comes out and tells you that their second sun is born. His expression full of love and happiness. Y’all walk through the door to see Gen and the baby. "Hey." You whisper gently and smile at her and the baby. "What's his name?" Jensen asks. Jared and Gen look at each other. 

"Austin Shepherd Padalecki." Gen says a bit exhausted but happily. "And you two are gonna be the godparents." Jared says proudly. Jensen looks at you with a little smile, that you can see from the corner of your eye. You feel so indescribable happy that you're gonna be his godmother. Maybe Jensen and you will get closer again. "J can we talk for a minute?" Jared asks Jensen. "Sure." They go outside and you sit down on a chair. "Congratulations." You whisper happily. "Thank you." She smiles holding the baby in her arms. 

—Jensen PoV—

„Dude, congratulations." "Thanks." We hug. But then my thoughts get back to her, her beautiful hair, her beautiful y/e/c eyes, just everything. But when I look into her face I feel deep pain. She really hurt me, after her I didn't love a woman like her ever again. "Jensen?" Jared tears me out of my thoughts. "Yes?" "Everything alright ?" "Yeah, it's just I didn't expect to see her here after all those years." "I know, that's the thing. She got an offer from Kripke, she would play the love interest of Dean." My breath stops for a moment. "Would you be okay with that?" He asks softly and even a bit concerned.

 "I guess I have to." "Dude, I know how much she hurt you, maybe it's not the best situation." Jared says gently. "I guess I have to be professional and I will be just fine. Don't worry about me, just take care of Gen, Shepherd and Tom." I tell him. We go back inside the room. "Okay, guys I gotta go." She says and leaves the room. "J maybe you should follow and talk to her." Gen says softly. I think about that and she's right. "Okay you're right. Bye Gen." I hug her carefully. "I’m so happy for you, man." I tell Jared and hug him before leaving as fast as I can, trying to catch up with her.

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