#slight hurt/comfort

[broken-glowsticks]

What Once was Mine

Chapter 11 - When, How, and Why

Genre: Childhood friends, Eventual Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love corner/love triangle, love rivals, Series.

NOT ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE PROOF READ!!

Warnings: 18+, mdni, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption, additional warnings will be added to individual chapters as needed.

Additional warnings: mentions of explicit sex, loss of virginity, fingering (f receiving), piv, mentions of an underage related, mentions of bruises and bodily harm, slight angst.

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“What do you mean he almost kissed you?!” Felix's deep baritone ricocheted off the walls of his room, immediately followed by your hasty shushing.

“Ssshhhh! Felix, shut your face! I don't want Chan to hear!”

“Chan's elbows deep in work right now, his headphones are basically fused to his head. He's not going to hear anything.” Felix retorted, grabbing your wrists and removing the hands you had shoved against his mouth to shut him up. He didn't let you go, though. “Now spill,” he commanded, pulling you closer, a devious smile on his lips, “what exactly happened?”

With a sigh, you pulled your hands from Felix's grasp. Scooting closer to him on his bed, you tried to keep your voice down as you relayed the events that had happened the previous night.

“No fucking way, you little tease!” Felix basically sang as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, drawing you in to roughly nuzzle you.

“Ow, ow, ow, Felix, knock it off!” You whined, shoving him off you and yanking away the pillow he was leaning on as a form of cover. Felix only giggled.

“Alright, joking aside,” Felix began, once again pulling you in but gentler this time. “How do you feel about what almost happened?”

You sighed. Laying down, you rested your head on Felix's leg, gathering your thoughts as he began to tenderly stroke your hair. How did you really feel about Hyunjin almost kissing you?

“I feel like there's something going on that he's not telling me.”

“Okay, elaborate?”

“Hyunjin… struggles to communicate how he feels, he always has. The sex… always meant more.”

“More for him? I thought it was just something casual?” Felix meant no harm in his questions, genuinely wanting to understand. Before tonight, Felix didn't know Hyunjin as anything other than an obstacle to you and Changbins’ budding relationship. Everything he's ever learned about the guy has come from Jisungs’ blatant and self-admitted biased view. And while you knew Felix was still trying to sort things out, it still stung to be reminded how much you wished the sex with Hyunjin meant something different than it did. But you never pushed. You never dared to expose yourself like that because the entire time you were with him, you knew what those moments meant for Hyunjin.

“Hooking up…” you began, trying to find the words to properly express yourself, “sure, we would sometimes do it for fun or to de-stress, but that's not how it started.”

“Then… how did it start?” Taking your face in his hands, Felix leaned over, meeting his eyes with yours. “If the sex wasn't mainly just for fun, then what made you two start up in the first place?”

Your lips pressed into a thin line. You struggled to hold Felix's gaze, but he asked, and you've never spoken about this to anyone, not even Jisung, who's known you since before Hyunjin even re-entered your life. You don't know why you never spoke about it, maybe it was time.

“Alright, let's get some snacks and something to drink, I might get emotional.”

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You sniffled as you curled yourself further under your fluffy comforter, makeup smearing against your pillow - you didn't care, you were too heartbroken. Tonight was supposed to be the best date of your teenage life, never would you have thought someone from Hyunjins untouchable circle would take any kind of interest in you, you always assumed they thought too highly of themselves based on how they acted in the halls. Turns out you were right.

You had planned this night for days. All dressed up in the new outfit you had gotten at the mall with Jisung and his girlfriend, even tentatively donning the pretty lingerie set you had snuck off to buy in the event things got heated and felt right. Your parents weren't home, set to be gone until some time tomorrow afternoon. You had made a simple dinner and picked out a few movies to possibly rent in the event the night stayed chaste. Everything was all set, yet as time ticked by, you began to worry. When your dates' appointed arrival time came and went, you began to get nervous, texting him and Hyunjin in an attempt to get ahold of the elusive boy.

You weren't expecting Hyunjin to be able to do much, he had mentioned he had plans of his own and would check in whenever he had the time, but so far he had only been able to reply twice - both times before your date was even meant to begin. At least Hyunjin managed to reply at all. You had debated over calling Jisung, but you very much didn't want to deal with the embarrassment of admitting you may have gotten stood up because he was so against the date in the first place, only helping because you expressed it was something you really wanted. Maybe you should call your date? Not wanting to seem clingy and give him the benefit of the doubt you simply assumed his phone had died or something of the sort, leading you to lay on the couch to wait for him, eating chocolate and ice cream with some random YouTube videos playing to fill the dead air as you scrolled social media. That's when you saw it.

You had followed this boy on Instagram a little bit ago, hanging on his every post as a way to glean more knowledge of him, but at this moment you wished you didn't even know about his Instagram page at all. There, at the very top of your feed, was a carousel of images of him at a party, an impossibly gorgeous girl clinging to him like shrink wrap.

A burn scorched your throat as it tightened, your heart dropping to your stomach. Hot, angry tears welled in your eyes as, stupidly, you tapped on his profile picture and pulled up his stories, the time stamp indicating he posted only minutes ago. He looked like he was having so much fun, especially with that girl who was showing up often. The final nail in the coffin was when you saw your would-be date's final story, where - presumably - one of his friends had filmed him explicitly licking whipped cream off the girl's chest. Broken and disgusted, you aggressively dashed away your phone, escaping your room to wallow in your sorrows. You stayed there, sobbing, until you had no more tears to give, seeking solace within the plush embrace of your bed.

You were unsure when you started debating over cleaning up, maybe eating the dinner you made - no point in letting good food go to waste. You had only just managed to sit upright in your bed when you heard the tell-tale sign of a fist thrashing against your door, frequent ringing of your doorbell accompanying. The barrage of noise startled you into place, and you thought about pretending you weren't even home, but the sounds of a well-known voice shouting through the wood eased your nerves.

“Y/N? Beautiful, it's me, open up!!” Hyunjins strained voice shouted, screaming at the top of his lungs in hopes you would be able to hear him regardless of wherever you were hiding in the house.

Wordlessly, you made your way from your bed to the front door, turning on the front light so he knew you were there.

“Hyunjin, what are you-?”

“I'm gonna kill that fucking ass-hole,” Hyunjin growled through grit teeth the moment you opened the door, cutting you off by placing his hands on either side of your face. He could feel his temper rising as he took in your smudged makeup and red, puffy eyes. Despite his rough tone he held your face so gently that you almost began to cry again. “I swear to you, I didn't know he was going to do this.”

“I know it wasn't your fault Jinnie…” you breathed, attempting to remain collected enough to not give into your heartbreak. It wasn't enough, as soon as you opened your mouth to reassure him another sob tore from you and you were once again lost. Hyunjin didn't bat an eye, wrapping himself around you and holding you so tightly it felt as though he was the only thing even remotely keeping you together.

“I knew it was too good to be true, but I still believed that he might like me. That, maybe, I had a chance. God, I feel so stupid, Hyunjin!” You clung to Hyunjins denim jacket as you wailed shamelessly into the collar, “and… and when I saw his stories, how this girl was glued to him… it's dumb and I know I deserve better, but I still couldn't help but wonder why couldn't that be me? Did he think I wasn't good enough, not hot enough? What am I missing that I'm so undesirable to him?”

“Y/N stop,” Hyunjins hands were once again at your face, drawing your gaze to his. “You're beautiful, you know you are. Just because this guy doesn't see it, that doesn't mean it's not true. Hell, you even just said that you know you deserve better.” he said gently, pressing his forehead to yours. “God I'm so fucking angry,” he muttered more to himself than anything, squeezing his eyes shut. How dare this prick of a “friend” hurt you like this, in the exact same way he did?

“I know… I know I deserve better, I'm not ugly, but it's so hard to feel like I'm pretty, that I'm desirable at all, when guys keep rejecting me.”

“All those guys are idiots.” Hyunjin sighed, “I wish I could show you how desirable you really are,” he said in a whisper, his brows furrowed and eyes squeezing tighter. It hurt him so much to hear you speak like that.

“I love you for wanting that, but… I don't see how you could,” you whimpered, placing your hands over his, your glossy eyes drifting over his pained features. Was it just the harsh shadows from the front light, or did he have a couple of bruises on his face?

“I can think of one way,” Hyunjin said, his voice coming out small, almost shy. This surprised you. You couldn't remember the last time he came off as shy.

“What do you mean, Jinnie?” You asked in an equally soft tone, your curiosity and fear of spooking him out of sharing his idea overtaking the uncertainty of the possible bruises on his face.

Hyunjins eyes open slowly, his gaze unreadable. You didn't know what it was, but something about the intensity of his stare made you flush, rendering you speechless. Eventually, the longer you looked, the better you could see it - the internal war he was having with himself. Whatever his thought was, he was unsure over whether or not to follow through. For Hyunjin, he was unsure if this would help or if it was even something you needed. He was worried that after what happened to him tonight, he was focusing too much over what he needed.

“Are you not going to tell me?” You finally asked, trying to goad him into fussing up, “did you change your mind?”

“No, I just… I don't want to upset you.”

“Sounds like you have something risky in mind.”

“That's putting it lightly,” he chuckled, ghosting his thumb over your cheek. “I don't think we'd be the same after, and that scares me, I don't want you to shut me out, Beautiful.”

“Just do it, Jinnie. I know that regardless of whatever you have in mind, you just want to help. I could never be upset at you for that.”

“Are you sure?” He rasped, snaking one of his arms around your waist. Your pulse thudded at his actions, but after a stiff swallow, you nodded anyway.

“I'm sure Hyunjin, I trust you.”

Hyunjins eyes became hooded as he scanned your face, his lower lip catching between his teeth as he tipped your chin up with the hand that wasn't increasing its grip on your waist. You stopped breathing as Hyunjin ran his thumb over your lower lip, taking in the softness of your skin before delving in for a bite.

You whimpered at the gentle sting as he tugged at your lower lip, eyes screwed shut and hands clutching at his tear stained denim jacket. Before you could even question what was happening, Hyunjins' other arm wrapped around you, pulling your body hard against his as he tilted his head to kiss you properly. Your head spun. All you could focus on was his soft, plush, lips, and warm breath.

A squeal sneaked out of you when Hyunjin licked your lower lip, allowing him to slip between your lips when you gasped in surprise. You put up no fight, allowing him to roam as he pleased. You were so lost in everything about him, his touch, his smell, his taste. It was as if you were caught in a current drifting you further out to sea. Was this why every girl in town wanted a chance just to spend a night with him? Or was he so good because he got around? He was just kissing you, and you could feel your excitement stirring. How did it feel to do more than just kiss him? Wanting to know you released your grip on his jacket, slipping your hands beneath the collar.

Hyunjin shuttered at your cool touch, a stark contrast to the hot skin of his neck. Goosebumps raised as he felt you slip his jacket off of him, and he released your waist to help you along, dropping the fabric by the front door and kicking off his shoes. He was so focused that he let out a small noise of surprise when you slipped your hands under the hem of his shirt, hands resting on his abdomen.

“Y/N,” he murmured against your lips, chuckling when you refused to stop kissing him. Running a hand into your hair, he held on gently as he pulled away, full on grinning when your lips tried to chase after him, “easy there, girl.”

“Why'd you stop?” You softly whined, somewhat out of breath, a pout on your sweet lips.

“I just don't want to keep this up right by the front door, I keep thinking your parents are going to catch us or something,” Hyunjin said light heartedly, his eyes still lingering on your lips. He already wanted to kiss you again.

“Then…” you began, feeling shy at what you were about to suggest, “my room?”

“Your room,” Hyunjin agreed, lifting you from the floor and carrying your giggly self to your bed. Tearing off his flannel and climbing on top of you, he finally took a moment to take in your outfit. His heart sank once he realized this outfit was new, and you looked absolutely stunning in it. How dare your date not come to see how much effort you put in for tonight. Hyunjins hands clenched at your sheets as he told himself that at least you wouldn't have dressed up for nothing. He wouldn't let your efforts tonight go to waste.

“Hyunjin, are you alright?” Hyunjins eyes met yours, and he leaned in to place a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“I'm just nervous, I didn’t think you'd take it this far.”

“I didn't either,” you admitted, suddenly unable to look at him, “but I just… I liked what we were doing, how you were making me feel.” Your cheeks burned, but Hyunjin was right. You deserved to feel beautiful, and you were grateful that it was Hyunjin who was making you feel this way. “Hyunjin… I- I want you to keep going… would you… would you be my first?”

Hyunjins’ breath caught in his throat, and in an instant, he no longer felt like the full of confidence school bad boy. Instead, he was just a boy, a boy with his heart hammering in his chest as he looked down at the girl he secretly loved with the widest eyes imaginable.

“Are- Are you sure?” He whispered, the tremor in his voice matching the one shaking his body.

“Yes,” you breathed, finding the courage to look at him again. “I'm sure.”

With a fervored nod of his head, Hyunjin sat up and hastily fumbled for his wallet in his back pocket, praying that he still had a condom tucked away. With relief, he found one. He couldn't stop shaking.

“I'll stop whenever you tell me to,” Hyunjin said with a mix of excitement and anxiety, placing the condom next to you on the bed, “you call all the shots. I won't do anything you're not comfortable with, okay?”

Unable to speak, you nodded, taking several deep, steadying breaths as Hyunjin returned above you, wasting no time to kiss you sweetly. You did your best to focus on the moment, on the slant of his lips, the smell of his cologne clinging to his undershirt, of his shaky hand that trailed under your shirt to run his hand over your breast which caused your breath to hitch.

“Y/N, are you wearing lingerie?” Hyunjin murmured. Your hands flew to your face to cover your now tomato red face before he could even finish asking his question. Once again, you were only able to nod. With a groan, Hyunjin, unceremoniously and without warning, pushed your shirt up as far as it would go before sitting back on his haunches and tearing your bottoms off of you. Fuck, to think that good-for-nothing almost saw you in this. “I can't tell you how glad I am to be the only one to see you in this,” he said admiringly, pressing kisses to your knees, then down your inner thighs.

Hyunjin paused for a moment, giving you a chance to stop him before he went any further, but when you remained hiding behind your hands he continued to pepper kisses between your thighs as he worked his way down. With a small smirk, Hyunjin traced the little bow that topped the front of your lace panties. You were a present just for him. He felt grateful, getting something just for him.

Wanting to show just how appreciative he was, Hyunjin spread your legs, slotting his head in between them and placing soft kisses to your covered heat. He relished in your shy, needy whimpers as he ran his fingers up and down your clothed slit, pressing more kisses over your clit as the dampness against your panties worsened.

“I'm going to eat you out first before we do this, baby, I want you relaxed and feeling good before I try sliding in,” he instructed as he pulled your panties down your legs with his teeth and slid his finger over your now exposed slit.

You were already a panting mess from this little bit of stimulation, your hands no longer hiding your face but bunched at your chest as you watched him toy with you. You had never seen this side of Hyunjin before and were getting more and more aroused as he focused on your pleasure. You couldn't take your eyes off him, especially as he rested one of your legs over his shoulder, collecting your wetness on his middle finger before easing it between your folds. He pumped the digit in and out a few times, checking if there was any discomfort before easing in another finger. Your eyes fluttered closed at the filling sensation, savoring the delicious drag of his fingers as they slowly pumped in and out of you. Hyunjin took great care in building you up, exploring which spots were your weakest and prodding at them mercilessly until you were shaking beneath him. Right when you thought the sensation couldn't get more intense, Hyunjins' tongue slid over your sensitive clit, causing your hips to buck. Hyunjin grunted but continued licking and swirling his tongue over the bundle of nerves as his fingers continued to expertly press at your gummy walls. Hyunjin was reading you so well and all you could do was grasp at his hair and cry out pathetic moans beneath him.

Before you could even say anything, your orgasm rapidly built before exploding, your creaminess coating Hyunjins’ tongue and fingers. Your body shuttered, and Hyunjin continued to rub you walls as he helped ease you down.

“That's it, baby, you did so good. Just stay relaxed, okay?” Hyunjin cooed, licking you from his lips and fingers and reaching for the condom, “are you ready?”

“I- I think so,” you stammered out, surprised at yourself for managing to speak. Your head felt so cluttered, unable to believe Hyunjin just made you cum. Hyunjin, the guy you've known since you were a kid and who you've been able to platonically share a bed with. You were almost starting to second guess whether or not you should really go through with this, maybe Hyunjin was right about things changing, maybe it would change too much and you'd lose the closeness you had.

You didn't have time to dwell on these hesitant thoughts, Hyunjin unbuttoning his jeans and beginning to slip them down caught your full attention and you could do nothing but watch with bated breath as his stunning cock sprang free. It was too late. You had passed the point of no return, and there was nothing left to do but indulge, to let yourself dive as deep as you could and let yourself drown.

Or maybe that's just how Hyunjin was seeing it. Tonight did not go as he planned, before he deigned to open social media - all the while hiding in a tube slide at a child's park - he had gotten hurt, he was on the run, in overlapping shades of pain, his only solace being that at least you were having a good night with one of his friends. When Hyunjin had seen that the guy had ditched you for a party and some other girl, he couldn't think of a worse end to his night than leaving you to ache alone. So he ran to you, risking himself further with the exposure, but he didn't matter at that moment. He would swallow everything down, just for a chance to lift your spirits, he could deal with his own pain later, he just needed to help you otherwise he didn't think he could last the night.

He truly wasn't thinking of himself when he kissed you, Hyunjin only wanted to do whatever he could to prove to you that you are worthy of being wanted. But when you pulled him close, when you wanted more, Hyunjin realized he needed the same thing - only in a slightly different way.

Tonight had been horrible for you and Hyunjin before he came to you. He was not going to let the sun rise without something good happening for the both of you not realizing that the moment he took your hand in his, both sets of clothes now discarded on your bedroom floor, lips and tongues melting together as his protected head teasing your entrance, that he was giving the both of you the thing you wanted from each other the most.

It hurt, of course, but Hyunjin was gentle. Easing himself in and out in sections, going inch by inch and refusing to push deeper until you were accustomed. He didn't want you to cry. He refused to make you bleed, and when he finally finally bottomed out, you thought you were going to faint from how shallow your breathing was.

“Breath, baby, breath,” he whispered, kissing you tenderly, “I won't move until you breathe.”

“Hyunjin…” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck and drinking in his gentle attention. “It's okay, you can move, it doesn't hurt,” you reassured. With a few more kisses, Hyunjin rested his forehead for yours before he slowly rolled his hips into yours.

You squeezed your eyes shut, the sensation - while not entirely painful - felt foreign, and you struggled to acclimate quickly, but you refused to let him stop. You knew you just needed to ride this out, that it would get better, and it did. You could feel your body accepting him and soon wanting more.

“Jinnie… more, it's not enough, more,” you mewled, wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to draw him closer.

“Okay, Beautiful, I'll take care of you. Just lay back, Jinnie will make you feel good,” Hyunjin murmured, pressing kissing into your neck and picking up his pace, earning himself a few sweet moans.

It was only when all tension left your body that Hyunjin dared to truly let himself enjoy you. Adjusting so he was on his knees, he pulled your legs up, holding each behind your knees as he began to truly fuck himself into you. Hyunjin watched as your sweet, shy moans turned into heated, wanton screams as he plowed into your gummy spot. Never did he think he would see you make such a gorgeous face or hear your pussy make such filthy squelching sounds as his dick slipped in and out of you. For a moment, Hyunjin thought he was dreaming as he watched you drown in bliss below him. If he was, he never wanted to wake up. He wanted to stay right here, in this too-good-to-be-true moment where all the worries from hours ago purged themselves from his mind.

“Hyun… Jin… Jinnie…” you gasped out, feeling the pressure from your building orgasm start to grow.

“Does it feel good, Beautiful? Are you gonna cum?” He asked in ragged breaths.

“Yes… yes, I think I'm close. Oh, please don't stop,” you begged, closing your eyes and throwing your head back onto your pillow. Almost as soon as you finished uttering those words, your body clenched around him as you came for the second time, a creamy ring coating Hyunjins dick.

“Fuck, baby,” Hyunjin groaned, slamming his dick into you more rapidly as he chased his own orgasm.

Feeling his hips beginning to stutter, you forced your tired eyes to open just in time to watch Hyunjins’ beautiful face twist in pleasure as he came, melodic moans bouncing off your walls. You did your best to memorize that face as he came down from his high.

After a moment of catching his breath, Hyunjin eased himself out of you to remove the condom, your body giving a shudder at the lack of his body heat.

“Let's clean up, yeah?” Hyunjin suggested, helping you up from the bed and leading the two of you to the bathroom. The following intimate moments of clean-up felt oddly comfortable and right. Once your post-orgasm bliss had faded, you expected an air of awkwardness to be lingerie around you both, but there never was.

“Hey, can I wear your flanel?”

“What?” Hyunjin asked with a laugh.

“That's what always happens in the movies. The girl wears the guys clothes after sex. I kinda wanna try it.”

“Just for a bit? That's dumb,” he replied but handed you his flannel anyway as he grabbed the rest of his clothes to put back on.

You needed to change out of your lingerie set, so you opted to wear nothing but his flannel, a comfort pair of panties, and some knee-high socks. You wanted to wear his shirt for the bit, so you were going to commit. Besides, he had officially seen too much for you to be shy at this point.

“Was this food meant to be for tonight?” Hyunjins voice called from the kitchen. You didn't notice he had left your room since he didn't bother to shut the door.

“Yeah,” you replied as you joined him in the dimly lit kitchen, missing his double take and blushing at your choice in attire. “I was actually going to come eat it before you showed up. It's meant for two, want some, or have you eaten?”

“I haven't. Go rest, I'll heat this up.” With a smile, you nodded, leaning up to place a peck on his still tinted cheek.

“Thank you for coming tonight, Jinnie. I needed it.”

“Yeah, of course, Beautiful,” he said as you walked into the living room, “I needed it too…” he added, but you were too far to hear.

It didn't take long for the food to be reheated and soon the two of you were nestled on the couch together, sharing a blanket in the dark living room as one of the movies you had picked out for tonight played.

“In a way, I'm kind of glad the jackass never showed up, I got to have this date with you instead,” Hyunjins said rather sincerely. It made your heart flutter.

“I'm glad too. He set you up to come to my rescue and make my night better. Maybe even better than if he had actually shown up.”

“Do you really mean that?” Hyunjin asked, his heart melting as he set down his plate to pull you close and nuzzle you, “awwwww you're too sweet!”

“Alright, alright, that's enough!” You laughed, pushing his face from yours. You had meant the gesture to be light-hearted, but your nerves spiked the instant Hyunjins head shot back in recoil, giving a small hiss of pain. “Oh my god, Hyunjin, are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean-”

“No, no, no, it's ok,” he reassured, his hand hovering over his eye as if he wanted to soothe the skin but feared touching it.

“Are you sure? Let me see,” you attempted to get closer, but Hyunjins long arm held you back.

“I'm fine, Y/N, let's just watch the movie.”

You blinked at him before frowning and attempted to lunge at him again.

“Hyunjin, what are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing!” He said a little too defensively. Not in the mood to play games, you stood from the couch and walked off. Hyunjin assumed this was you pouting but ultimately dropped the matter, how wrong he was.

Stomping to the light switch, you bathed the livingstone in bright light, noticing the completely unsubtle way Hyunjin dove for cover. You weren't letting this slide. Over to the couch, you didn't even attempt to pull away the pillow Hyunjin used to cover his face, instead climbing on top of him and began to tickle his sides. Instantly, his body began to jerk and wiggle, but he was adamant on not letting you see his face. However, he was struggling to handle your body on top of him and soon had no choice but to tip the both of you off the couch in an attempt to ease the ache.

This did not work in his favor. Easily catching yourself, you now stood over him, the small fall making him release his grip on the pillow just enough for you to yank it from his hands.

Your arms paused as you held the pillow mid-air in shock. Your eyes weren't playing tricks earlier. It wasn't just a trick of the light. Blooming across his cheek bone and at the corner of his lips were two bruises, and there was even a small cut near his brow that would easily be covered by his hair, were he not on his back.

“Hyunjin, what happened to you…?” You breathed, dropping the pillow. Slowly dropping to your knees, you sat on Hyunjins hips, keeping him pinned in place so he couldn't escape.

Hyunjin didn't answer. He couldn’t even meet your eyes as your fingers barely ghosted over the discolored skin. Without realizing it, you dropped your hand on his side, only to snap your hand away when he flinched in pain. You sat as still as a statue for a few moments before reaching down and lifting his shirt, showing more discoloration.

You felt horrible. How could you not notice? How could you not see? The instant the thought popped into your head, realization hit you.

“This is why you didn't want to be by the front door… with the light right on you. You didn't worry in my room cause the lights were off, and in the bathroom and kitchen too… There was only dim lighting. It was so I couldn't see.” The look of guilt on Hyunjins face was all you needed to confirm that you were right. He was hiding this from you, but why? What happened to your Hyunjin that he came to you so hurt?

“Please don't cry, beautiful. You've already cried so much tonight.”

“Then tell me what happened,” you said firmly.

Hyunjins lips pressed together, he didn't want to open up, he especially didn't want to ruin the special evening you two were just having together. But he knew you wouldn't let this slide, and if he was honest… someone about the way you were dressed brought him back to the surprising feeling of comfort he felt while being in bed with you.

“... okay,” he eventually relented, gingerly sitting up and bumping noses with you. “But kiss me first.”

“Huh?”

“Just… please.”

He sounded so tired and defeated. Wanting nothing more than to swallow up all his pain, you didn't hesitate again, wrapping your arms around his neck and bushing your lips over his.

Hyunjin kissed you back desperately, wrapping his arms around you and holding on to you. If he didn't, he felt he would fall apart, a stark contrast to the way he held you in your doorway. You didn't realize when his hand had slipped under his flanel until his nails raked over your back, raising goosebumps in their wake as his hands traveled between your bodies.

“Hyunjin,” you called, pulling from his lips. He didn't stop, his lips dropping to your neck the moment you pulled away. “Hyunjin,” you said again, attempting to sound more stern with little success. You were melting under his touch again.

“I just want to feel you against me,” he mumbled against your skin, unbuttoning the flannel and opening it just enough to expose you, but not take it off completely. He then pulled back, once again pulling off his tee before leaning back into you, his arms snaking around you under his shirt and his face buried in the crook of your neck.

You two stayed stationery in that position for a few moments, the only sound coming from your forgotten move. Not knowing what else to do for Hyunjin, at that moment, you slid your fingers into his hair and scratched gently at his skull. Only then did Hyunjin finally relax. He finally felt the same warmth, safety, and intimacy from earlier, making it easier for him to finally explain what happened.

You weren't the only one heartbroken that night. Hyunjin had gotten involved with an older woman. He was really having fun with her. He thought she actually cared about him. She made him feel like somebody. But right when he thought things were going great, that's when everything went wrong.

What was supposed to be a normal night together turned into him finding out she was married in the worst way possibly, with her husband catching them getting hot and heavy together and beating the shit out of Hyunjin for messing around with someone he shouldn't. The guy wouldn't even believe Hyunjin when he said he didn't know the woman was married.

Turns out this woman has a history of luring young, hot guys to her with tons of spoiling and praise, only to then have her way with them until her husband finds out and beats the shit out of the poor boy. Rinse and repeat, right up to Hyunjin. The latest in a line of victims.

Hyunjin managed to get away but never before had he felt so cheap and pathetic, this wasn't the first time a girl slept with him for her own gain but sometimes about this time just made him feel so… worthless. It brought tears to his eyes to admit this, and he clung to you tightly as he cried.

You've never known Hyunjin could cry so hard, and it broke your heart to learn that this happened to him, but you were also proud of him. He said he never intended on telling anyone and that he was just going to hold on to this until the day he died, but he didn't. He told you, he let it out, and even though it broke your heart to see him like this, you wanted him to always talk to someone, even if it wasn't you. You also promised that you would do whatever it took to make him comfortable enough to open up, that while you couldn't fix his problems, you could be his safe place.

“It's funny, but… this is what we're doing right now. It's what I need. This is my safe place,” Hyunjin admitted, his lips tickling your collar bone.

“The skin contact??” By now you and Hyunjin had made your way back to your bed, settling in under the covers, each of you wearing next to nothing so Hyunjin could feel as much of you against him as possible.

“Kinda, just… the intimacy of it all. If I could, I'd be buried inside you again. I want to be as close to you as I can. It makes me feel like I'm not worthless. It makes me feel wanted.”

“Having your dick in someone makes you feel wanted?” You teasingly asked with a giggle.

“No, baby,” Hyunjin replied with a laugh, lifting his head from your chest to fix you with a soft stare. “I only feel like this because it's you. The only girl I've shared years of my life and my darkest secrets. The only girl who trusts me so much she'd ask me to be her first and who loves me enough to sit in and listen to my problems the same night.” You were too stunned to speak, but you were sure Hyunjin could see just how red your face was. “You're my closest and most trusted friend, Y/N. I think sex and stuff like that will only feel this special, this safe and warm, with you.” It was also because Hyunjin was secretly in love with you too, but he decided to keep that part to himself, he wanted to enjoy this moment, this look on your face, for just a little while longer.

“I… I think so too, Hyun. It won't ever mean the same with anyone else,” you said, decidingly also refusing to admit the feelings you've been harboring for Hyunjin.

A sweet smile spread across Hyunjin's face, his eyes curving into crescents. You knew you were essentially digging your own grave, dooming yourself to what you assumed was going to be a mainly physical relationship, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Not when Hyunjin looked so irresistible and said such endearments, snuggling against you and showering your skin with kisses, leading you two to get lost in each other again until you fell asleep in each other's arms, only for him to cling to you the all throughout the next morning. If you could just have more moments like this with him, it would all be worth it. Anything to be the safe space for the boy you were so desperately in love with.

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“So that's it, that's how you and Hyunjin became, well, you and Hyunjin. You were in love with him, and you were his security blanket.”

“I mean, kinda,” you replied, polishing off the last of your water bottle and opening another. “Sex with me, at least at the beginning, meant so much to him because I was someone who really cared about him. He never had to doubt if I was doing things with him for clout or for some sick kick. That gave him a sense of safety, and it gave him space to open up. And I was only too eager to please cause not only was I completely in love with him, but he did mean so much to me beyond that. He was a friend who put everything aside, even his own issues, to look out for me.”

“Which is why you feel bad you can't be as close to him as you used to be and why when he keeps things to himself, it bothers you so much.”

“Exactly.” Heaving a deep sigh, you rummaged through your pile of trash to hopefully find an unopened piece of candy. Meanwhile, Felix sat silently next to you, feeling sympathetic to your situation.

“I take it you and Changbin haven't talked about any of this?” Felix asked tentatively, making you pause your search.

“... No, I'm not even sure if it's worth bringing up,” you admitted, laying back against Felix's mattress and watching his ceiling fan turn. “It was such a big part of my life, but it's over now. I made my choice, and I chose myself. I'm finally with someone who's as much mine as I am theirs. I don't want to throw a wrench into things by telling him about something that ended before we even got together.”

“So you have no regrets then?”

“None. I'm happy with Changbin, even if I don't get to see him as often as I like.”

Just then, the sound of Chan's door opening and closing caught yours and Felix's attention. It was the first time you've heard any noise coming from him since you even got to the boys' shared apartment, and upon checking the time, you noticed that it was already 11 in the evening.

“Hey, how often do you get to see Bin?” Felix asked.

“Barely… I see him just slightly more often than I see my own roommate.”

“I hardly see my roommate anymore either,” Felix said, a deep sense of dread building in him. “How… How long has it been since you and Bin started dating?” You swallowed hard at his question, choosing instead to focus on the sound of Chan rustling through the kitchen before returning to his room. You knew where Felix was going with this.

“It's only been a little over a month.”

A tense silence settled between the two of you, neither one of you daring to say it. But you knew what he was thinking. You could feel the worry radiating off of Felix's slender body, seeping into your bones. You had essentially severed your deepest and longest lasting relationship to be with Changbin, and now, due to one stroke of chance you barely get to see him and can't even turn to the person from your second longest lasting relationship for aid.

What's going to happen to your freshly established relationship if this demand for 3racha keeps going? How will you survive not being able to see, not only your boyfriend, but one of your best friends who championed your budding connection to said boyfriend? Especially when the only deep connection you had left was someone you were desperately attempting to put space around?

These worries troubled you. Long after Felix's attempts to sedate them, long after you bid him good night and drove yourself home, and long after, you readied yourself inside your all too silent apartment and clambered into bed. You had been so happy for 3racha, so determined to support them, but now all that lingered over head was the fact that in one fleeting moment you realized you no longer had the steady foundation built by the three most precious people in your life.

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Well... this chapter certainly ended up taking on a life of its own, and as I mentioned in this post, it ended up coming to mean a bit more to me than the other chapters.

Anyway, I had intended on this to be a bonus chapter, but I thought it flowed better as part of the main story. I'm getting better at placing the back stories/flashbacks.

If you go back to the first couple of chapters, you can see I was formatting the story differently. I was struggling with the build-up of the story and then found my stride in later chapters. If I allow myself to be a bit delulu for a moment, if i ever get my E. L. James or Anna Todd moment, I'd definitely go back and re-write those beginning segments.

Taglist: @groovygroovyhyunjin @hhwangsmoon @luvyblossom @doggezz@kayleefriedchicken @hyunjinhoexxx

#bang chan #han jisung #stray kids fanfic #changbin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader #seo changbin x reader #skz stay #slow burn #lee felix #what once was mine #slight angst #slight hurt/comfort #series #hyunjin x you #hyunjin focused chapter #hyunjin smut #loss of virginity #flashback #fanfiction

[peregrine21]

Firearm Training - Abby Sciuto x Gibbs'!Daughter Reader

Pairing: Abby Sciuto x Gibbs'!Daughter Reader

Includes: fluff, slight hurt/angst?, cute moments with Abby, Abby comforting you, soft Gibbs moment because he’s your dad

Warnings: guns, shooting guns (at paper targets) 

Word Count: 2395 (I hope this finds people who also love Abby bc it’s so rare that I make it to 2000 words)

Brief Description: Your dad (Gibbs) wanted you to learn firearm safety and how to shoot a gun after several incidents of members of his team and/or their loved ones being targeted. You did fine for most of the lesson but did not handle live fire well. You had an emotional reaction to it but tried to push through until Abby came up to comfort you. Your dad took you and her to get milkshakes and cookies after to help you feel better.  

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Firearm training. You were here because your dad wanted you to learn firearm safety and how to shoot a gun. You weren’t fond of loud noises; you preferred bows and crossbows to a gun anyday. However, after several incidents of the team being targeted and even your girlfriend Abby being violently stalked by an ex, you could understand your dad wanting you to learn how to use a gun. Most of the team was there, save for Ducky and Palmer. It was you, Abby, Tony, Tim, Ziva, Director Shepard, and your dad for the day on a private outdoor range with one of your dad’s friends as the instructor. You used one of your dad’s pistols for the day, with “GIBBS”written on the side of the magazine. The guns were all on tables for now as for the first section of the day, your group was reviewed on the build and mechanisms of standard pistols and magazines. 

Sitting in a circle with the team, you learned firearm safety: how to carry and handle a pistol safely; the build and parts of a basic pistol: how to take it apart, clean it, reassemble it; and its functions: how to load rounds into a magazine followed by how to load and unload a pistol without shooting it. You did a few rounds of safety checks and learned to never assume it’s unloaded. You practiced dry firing it and the instructor helped you with your hand positioning and grip; your stance was already solid from your previous years in martial arts. The dry fire shooting felt easy going and made you feel cool as you heard the click of shooting imaginary bullets at the target. Your dad and girlfriend both looked at you often with proud expressions on their faces as you quickly picked up each concept and were doing quite well in the course thus far. 

It was 4 hours into the course and was finally time for lunch. After lunch it would be time to start shooting live rounds at paper targets. However, for now you all just gathered round and decided to go to a local diner for lunch. It was a 20 minute drive there, and despite there being 8 of you, you were all seated right away as the town you were in was remote enough for the diner to be sparse on patrons. You sat next to Abby, Director Shepard next to her, and the instructor at the end of your side of the table. Ziva was in front of you then, Tony, McGee, and your dad filling the other 3 seats on that side of the table respectively. You and Abby ordered fried chicken and waffles to share, your dad and Shepard got steaks, Ziva, Tony, and McGee got sandwiches, and the instructor got a burger. You all took your time to enjoy the meal in each others’ company, you occasionally leaning your head on Abby’s shoulder or her stealing a bite of the waffle you were nibbling on. After much enjoyment and frivolity, you all ended up returning to the range an hour and a half later for the second half of the course. 

You got out of Abby’s car and walked over to the range, Shepard and the instructor already waiting on the course as they rode with your dad, and Tony was close on the way driving Ziva and McGee. You, Abby, your Dad, and director Shepard were already set up as you and Abby were borrowing a pair of your dad’s spare handguns that he stored in his car. Each of your respective guns and accessories were set on the tables, now accompanied by trays of live rounds. Tony’s, Ziva’s and McGee’s guns and gear were with them already, and they would have to set it up themselves upon arriving. The trio soon arrived, and as they got set up, the instructor had the rest of you start with putting on your noise canceling headphones and safety glasses. You glanced over at Abby, adored at how amazing she looked even in the firearm noise canceling headphones and glasses, the headphones set against her bow topped pigtails. The instructor then called for a safety check, followed by loading your magazines with a few live rounds. You were starting to feel a bit anxious as you’d never fired a live round before and the instructor warned you’d need a firm grip to counter the power of shooting live rounds. Before picking up the guns to load in the magazines, Abby leaned over and kissed your cheek— likely leaving a lipstick mark— and gave your hand a squeeze. “You’ll do fine,” she assured you with a gentle smile, clearly noticing your nerves start to kick in. 

You lined up with the rest of your group, the instructor on your left to help with your lesson, and Abby on your right for moral support. The instructor led for everyone to begin. Each in your group aimed their guns forward  and the instructor made minor adjustments to your grip before telling you to place your finger on the trigger and fire when ready. Before you could do so, you heard the first few shots fired from the team and flinched, your eyes closing at the same time. You opened them and took a deep breath trying to brush it off and fixed your own aim. The instructor had held up her hand to signal everyone else to stop firing so as to let you focus. You aimed at the target, took a deep breath, and slowly pulled the trigger as instructed. On the outside you appeared calm, but it felt like winding a jack in the box until *BANG!* You jumped and your hands were shoved up as your body absorbed the inertia of the shot. You looked at your instructor and pasted a smile on your face as she told you that you’d done well. Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes but you fought them, slightly confused as to why they were forming as you didn’t feel particularly sad. You flashed your plastered smile at Abbs, and she smiled in return as she took a few shots herself. You still flinched at every loud bang, but you pushed it all down. It was fine, you were fine. You asked the instructor for some advice on how to avoid losing your grip again, “Uhh, how do I keep my hands from shooting up when the gun fires and keep my grip?”. The instructor moved you into position and put her hands over yours on the gun, “you gotta make sure there is no space between your hands and hold your (dominant) hand firmly with your (non-dominant) hand”. You nodded, giving an ok in response before the instructor took a break to use the restroom. Abbs had finished a few rounds and put her gun on the table before coming up to you from the side. She laid a hand on your back and left a gentle kiss on the back side of your neck, “I’ll be over at the tent babe, you’re doing great!”, she informed you before returning cheerfully to the tent set up for breaks and spectating. It was now you, Ziva, McGee, Tony, and Director Shepard on the range. Your dad was watching from the tent along with Abbs who had just sat in one of the chairs to spectate with him. 

You prepared to take another shot and aimed at the target when Ziva came up beside you, “Fix your grip, there’s a gap between your hands again.” You did as she told you and thanked her before putting your finger on the trigger and slowly pulling it again. *BANG!* You jump again and silent tears form. You try to push through and keep your gaze forward so as to not let anyone onto the tears nearly falling down your face. You take a deep breath your heart racing, fixing your grip before pulling the trigger a third time, *BANG!* Silent tears start to fall down your cheeks, still baffling you as you don't feel sad or upset. A sniffle tips off Ziva who leans over to look at your face. She notices the tears and bluntly inquires, "What are the tears for? You're only shooting at a paper." You feel bad for not being able to stop it and feel pressured to suck it up, responding that you’re fine and start setting up for another shot. Abby heard from the chairs set up at the tent behind the shooting range and immediately made her way over, your father Gibbs behind her. Your calm steadiness starts to waver as your hands begin to shake. You breathe, put your finger on the trigger and take your 4th shot, losing your grip on the gun as your hands start to shake even more. You bring your (non-dominant hand) back onto the gun and aim at the target once more, hands and arms shaking profusely and tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision a bit.

Ziva is baffled at your emotional state, giving you a confused look as to why this is making you cry. You didn’t really understand why yourself, you just knew you couldn’t stop it or hold it back even though you didn’t necessarily feel upset. You hear another couple shots  from Tony and McGee and flinch again. By this time, Abby has finally made it to you and pressed her body against your back, wrapping one arm around you and grabbing the gun out of your hands with the other. You turn and melt into her, tears still falling down your face and she rubs her thumb against your back trying to calm you a bit, “Darling, it’s ok, you did so good. You don’t have to keep going.” Your dad makes it over and looks to Ziva who is still perplexed, “Stop staring and take the gun from Abby would ya?!” You bury yourself further into Abby as Ziva takes the gun out of Abby’s hand and places it on the table. Now with a free hand, Abby turns the volume all the way off on your headphones to reduce the loudness of the gunshots. You look up at her. “It helps a bit to have the volume all the way down” she tells you as she holds your face and wipes the tears away with her thumb. You bury your face into her neck and she wraps her other arm around you, holding you close and whispering affirmations and sweet nothings into your ear. Your dad puts a hand on your shoulder, standing behind Abby to talk to you, “Hey, you did good kid. You can stop if you want to. I just wanted you to know how to shoot if you ever need to. Now you can.” Abby walked you over to the tent and sat against a table, keeping you in her arms as you calmed down, rubbing circles on your back with her thumb. The rest of the team kept on shooting, your Dad taking your place in the lineup. Director Shepard came over and leaned against the table beside Abby, placing a hand on your back and reassuring you, “Hey, you’re ok.” She smiled, and you tried to smile back in return, still shaking a bit. “You can sit over here with us while they finish the course, no need to go back out.” After a few minutes, your breathing had finally evened out again, and Abby brought you around the table to the chairs while keeping you close to her. She sat down and guided you to sit in her lap as Director Shepard sat in the chair beside hers. You sat across her lap, legs over the side of the chair, and leaned into her. You kept your head on her shoulder as she put one around your waist and left the other one free. You still flinched at most of the shots the rest of the team took so Abby pulled out your book to distract you a bit. She held you in her arms and read your book with you until the shooting course was over. 

Afterwards, the team packed up all their gear and put it into their respective cars, your dad packing up for you and Abby as both of you had borrowed his spare pistols for the course. Tony, Ziva, and McGee left first, bidding the rest of you farewell. Your dad came up to you and Abby, both of you still consumed in the book, and pulled it down to get both your attention, “Hey, how about we go to the diner for milkshakes before heading home?” You liked the idea. Shepard joined the three of you; she had felt like a mother to you and Abby. The instructor bid you all a farewell as she had her own car to return home with and still had to pack up the course for the night. 

Around 20 minutes later, you had arrived at the diner and been seated in a 4 person booth, you and Abby on one side and Gibbs and Shepard on the other. Your dad ordered a chocolate malt shake, Shepard a Vanilla one, and Abby a Black and White (think chocolate and marshmallows). You still felt shaken so Abby, knowing your favorites, ordered your favorite milkshake as well as a double order of chocolate chip cookies for you and her to share. Once the waitress had gone to put in your orders, Abby pulled you close by the waist and the two of you sat nuzzled up together. You remained like this still when your orders arrived and as you enjoyed the sugary rewards of the day. After you were done, the sun was starting to set so your dad paid the bill and you all headed out: Shepard with Gibbs and you with Abbs. She had her hand either on your thigh or laced into your hand for half of the ride to your house where she was spending the night. Your dad cooked dinner that night for the four of you and Shepard headed home at around 9pm. You and Abby remained cuddled up for the rest of the night before finally falling asleep, wrapped together in each other's arms.

#fluff #x-reader #abby sciuto x reader #abby sciuto #abbs #gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs #slight angst #slight hurt/comfort #ncis #anthony dinozzo #ziva david #timothy mcgee #director shepard #jenny shepard #firearm training #girls with guns #handgun #ncis fanfiction #ncis fandom #pauley perrette #ncis x reader #abby x reader #abby sciuto ncis #abby sciuto x y/n #abby sciuto x you #sapphic #girlfriends #wlw

[farfromstrange]

Depression | Matt Murdock x Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!Reader (she/her pronouns)

This is an unfinished draft I’ve found from another depressive episode I had, and since I’m clearing out my Google Docs to make space, I wanted to share this before I foolishly delete it

Warnings: Depression

She wasn’t sure when it all went downhill. For the first couple of days, she was okay. Until she wasn’t. And then it struck her hard: she wasn’t the person she used to be, she was worse, and no matter how well he treated her, she could never be enough. She has never been enough for anyone, not even herself.

She tried to hide it from him, but all good things must come to an end.

It came down on her while he was out and she was alone, and she suddenly felt suffocated by it all. She had tried falling asleep, knowing she had an early morning the next day, but none of her usual tactics worked.

She ended up curled up in a ball and just started sobbing. She couldn’t help it. And the second she did, she counted the minutes until he would open the door and find her like this.

“What’s wrong?” she heard the voice in the distance. “Sweetheart, hey,” the bed dipped and suddenly he was there, rolling her over so she could lie down in his lap, “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Talk to me.”

She couldn’t.

“You’re not breathing right. Sweetheart, please. I need you to calm down and talk to me.”

“I can’t… it hurts.”

“What hurts?”

“My soul, it just… it h-hurts.”

He gently took her into his arms, rocking her back and forth like a child. “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m here,” he cooed.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she sobbed into his chest. “I’m so tired, I can’t… I can’t breathe. I can’t…”

“Okay, okay. Look at me, sweetheart. Look at me!” She did, although the tears clouded her vision. “You’re okay. This is just your head trying to tear you down. I know it hurts and it’s gonna continue hurting for a while, but I’m here to pick you up. I’m here.”

“You’re here,” she said.

“Yes, I’m here. I’m always gonna be here. Just don’t shut me out. When you feel like this, you need to talk to me right away.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t think…”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

And it truly wasn’t her fault.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #tw: depressive episode #drabble #daredevil #daredevil x reader #female reader #matt murdock angst #matt murdock fluff #slight hurt/comfort #unfinished draft #it’s queue bitch

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Little Severide- Sister!Severide, Kelly Severide, Matt Casey

Summary/ request: Severide’s sister and Casey are great friends until they both have feelings for each other. Casey is still engaged to Halie and he is thinking about breaking up with her. Severide’s sister is scared since she is in love with her brothers best friend.

Everyone knows about the feelings that Severide’s sister and Casey have for each other but they don’t know that the other one has feelings for them.

Authors note: Someone requested this a WHILE ago and it has taken me this long to finally finish it up. I hope you enjoy it!

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You grew up in firehouses. Benny had you and Kelly tagging along since you both could walk. Kelly has been at 51 for about 5 years and you often join the crew for dinner and would generally hang around when you had the time, so you know everyone. Now that you’ve graduated the academy at the age of 21, you are finally able to start working in the firehouse. Of course, since you grew with 51 for the past 5 years, Chief Boden pulled some strings to take over Shay’s spot on Ambo. May she rest in peace.

“I hope this isn’t awkward.” You confessed to Matt as you both trailed behind Kelly on your way to your first shift.

“No way!” Matt said, putting an arm around your shoulders. “It’ll be like normal. Just that you actually go on calls with us now.” Matt said, kissing the side of your head right before he held the door open for you. “You’ll be fine sweetheart.” Matt placated, successfully easing some of your fears.

“Thanks Matty.” You said, acting cool and collected on the outside, but utterly buzzing with the affection he was showing you. You have had a crush on Matt Casey ever since he and Kelly started being friends. Even during the whole Andy incident, you still remained close to Matt despite your big brother’s attitude toward the man. Hiding your feelings of someone for 5 years isn’t easy, but he was engaged to Halie and you weren’t about to ruin your friendship.

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Weeks later, you feel like your friendship with Matt is a breath away from imploding. It’s gotten harder and harder to hide your feelings for your brother’s best friend the more time you spend together. Matt is one of the most accident prone firefighters you have ever met. You knew this coming into the job, given the amount of times Kelly has come home talking about all the daring things he and Matt have done on any given shift. What used to be enduring to hear about is heart wrenching to watch as you pray that your brother and his best friends come out of burning buildings alive.

Dawson has been watching you and Matt ever since you began working on the rig with her. It’s hard not to see the way you two look at each other or the way you immediately rush to Matt’s aid. The sexual tension alone is thick enough to cut with a knife when you and Matt are in the same vicinity.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel already?” Gabbi asks you.

“Tell who?” You ask, playing dumb as you pretend to continue the paperwork for the last run as Gabbi drives back to the house.

“You know exactly who I’m talking about.” Gabbi replied, almost sounding like she was reprimanding you.

“Because he’s engaged. That’s why. End of discussion.” You say, throwing your head back into the headrest.

Gabbi nods, not saying another word. After all these years, she knows better than to push you when you shut down like this.

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Matt has been working truck harder than he ever has. He needs a distraction from you. He needs something to keep his mind from wandering how you would look and feel completely undone for him in the turnout room. Watching you walk around the firehouse like you own the place, dressed in your uniform, makes Matt’s mind run wild. He can’t think of you that way. You are Kelly’s sister and he is engaged to Halie.

“What’s going on with you?” Hermann asks one day as they sat at the table in the common room.

Matt looked up from his construction plans and gave Hermann a look. “Nothing. Just want us to be at the top of our game.” Matt replied, shrugging and looking back down at his plans.

Hermann nodded, knowing that Matt was done talking without needed to be told.

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Kelly has known for a couple years now that you have a major crush on Matt. Now that you are working in the same firehouse and on the same shifts, Kelly can tell that Matt reciprocates your feelings.

While sitting and having a drink at Molly’s, Kelly notices Matt staring over his shoulder. When Kelt turns to look, he sees you in his line of sight, leaning against the bar chatting with Hermann.

“Dude. That’s my sister.” Kelly chuckles, nudging Matt. “Be careful.”

“What?” Matt asks, shaking his head and sitting back.

“You were just staring at y/n.” Kelly states, shaking his head and taking a swig of his beer.

“I was not!” Matt hurriedly defends himself. “I-I was just zoned out.” Matt says, shrugging as he takes a sip of his own beer.

“Mmhmmm.” Kelly hums, nodding his head. “Suuuuure. You better decide before you marry Halie.” Kelly remarked, running a hand down his face.

“Decide what? There is absolutely nothing to decide. I’m in love with Y/n.” Matt said, shrugging and taking another sip.

Kelly almost spit his drink out as he stared at his best friend. ”W-what? Did you finally just fess up?” Kelly asked, really wondering if he heard him right.

Matt looked at Kelly like he had to heads. “Did I just what? You know I’m marrying Halie, right? Of course I love her.”

“No no no. You said y/n, my sister’s name.” Kelly clarified, looking smug.

“I did not!” Matt defended.

“Yes you did!” Kelly accused. “You are so in love with my sister!” Kelly chuckled, shaking his head as he sat back once again, watching Matt struggle.

“Okay! I do! I’m in love with Y/n!” Matt practically shouted, fed up with Kelly. Not realizing his volume, nor that the whole bar had gone quiet, Matt sat back and finished his beer.

“You are?” You asked quietly, walking up to their table. “You’re in love with me?” You asked, making sure you heard him right. But hell, the whole bar heard Matt declare his love for her.

“Y/n.” Matt sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I-I’m sorry. I am, but Halie.” Matt trailed off, shaking his head and diverting his eyes from you as tears welled in your own.

You nodded, tipping back your own drink before placing the empty glass on the table. “All good. Bad timing.” You said, shrugging nonchalantly before giving Kelly a side hug. “Good night Kel. Love you.” She whispered, kissing him on the cheek as she practically ran out of the bar.

“Smooth move dumbass.” Kelly muttered, putting some cash on the table. “You know, she’s loved you for a very long time. You can’t be in love with her and marry Halie. It’s just not right man.” Kelly said, all playful banter gone from his voice. “I’ll take the blame for starting this, but you could have handled that better. Now I gotta go check on my heart broken sister.” Kelly said, shrugging on his coat and running out after you.

Outside, Kelly found you sitting in your car, radio blasting as you sobbed. He gently knocked on the passenger side door until you noticed and quickly unlocked the door for him. Neither one of you spoke until Kelly was settled and had the radio turned down.

“You okay?” Kelly asked, not knowing what else to say.

You laughed darkly, swiping at the tears that were falling from your eyes without prompt. “What do you think? I cry for fun?” You asked, rolling your eyes at your brother.

“No.” Kelly sighed, leaning his head back. “I’m sorry. I started all that with Matt. I was poking around when I clearly shouldn’t have.” Kelly apologized, hating that you were so upset.

“Just get out Kelly. Go back inside with our friends. I’m going home. I’ve been embarrassed enough for one night.” You said, pulling down the visor mirror to wipe off the makeup that was tracking down your face.

“Y/n…” Kelt sighed. “At least let me take you home. You had more than me.” Kelly said, placing his hand on your arm.

“I’m fine. Please. Just go.” You said, not bothering to look at him.

Kelly shook his head and grabbed your keys from the ignition. “This isn’t a discussion. I’m your big brother and it’s my job to take care of you.” Kelly said, leaving no room for argument. “Come on. Let’s go home.” Kelly said, getting out of the car.

While he waited for you to get your things and get out of your car, Kelly leaned against the hood and looked at his phone.

One new message from Matt Casey:

You were right. I’m going to break up with Halie. Tell Y/n I’m sorry.

#one chicago #one chicago x reader #matt casey #kelly severide #fluff #matt casey x reader #comfort #kelly severide x reader #slight hurt/comfort #sister!reader #sister!severide

[friendlyneighbourhood-parker]

Hot Sweet Cup

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader / Marc Spector x reader / Jake Lockley x reader

Summary: You have problems sleeping, Insomnia can sometimes be a bitch. But after the moon boys come home to find you sobbing they try to comfort you in the best way they know

Word Count: 3.4 k

Warnings: n/a

A/N: one of my biggest headcanons for the moonboys's system is that Jake loves hot chocolate so I wrote this!

the reader can be read as gender neutral but preciosa is a term mostly used for a feminine pressenting person and I couldn't find a gender neutral alternative

also If you want the translations for the Spanish parts I recomend you to go to AO3

It’s been years since your family moved to London and still the weather had a curious way of surprising you, the rain hitting the window was all you could hear inside the flat you shared with your partners, piles of books muffled the sound coming from the neighbours and you could smell the freshly made coffee from bed.

You looked to your side, on the table laid your favourite coffee mug with a sticky note on it

'Went to work, love you -Jake'

Of course it was Jake, he was the only one who knew where the coffee was hidden and would know exactly when to leave the mug on the bedside table so you could drink it from bed without it going cold even if Steven and Marc told him not to, yesterday you had trouble sleeping, it wasn't very uncommon for you to spend the night awake and even if Steven never really had a sleeping disorder you actually did.

insomnia, most of your childhood nights were spent with your mom drinking sleepy time tea and talking in the kitchen while your father slept upstairs but now you had nothing to do as your boyfriends spent their nights away 'working'.

They knew, of course they did but it didn't make them feel any less guilty when they came back home and found you wide awake. Throughout the years you developed new hobbies, ones you could do even at night without disrupting the people sleeping around you.

Knitting, crocheting, reading, drawing and baking where some of them and even if baking was one of your favourites you opted to wait until you were alone, not thrilled with the idea of accidentally waking someone up.

You’ve tried reading some of Steven's books before but in all honesty you prefer to hear him read it out loud with your head resting on his legs, laying there while one of his hands played with your hair. You could hear him talk or read you about ancient Egypt for hours until you would drift to sleep.

He didn't mind, always glad he could help you in any way.

Last night was no difference, you sat on the cold wooden floor, your back against the sofa while you read some of the books you brought when you moved in. it was late in the night when you heard the locked door opened, Marc coming through the door.

"Hi luv" you said when your eyes drifted to him

He noticed how tired you sounded and it pained him how your body still decided that sleeping wasn't an option.

"Come here baby" he helped you stand up "problem sleeping again?"

"Yeah, it's hard when you're not around" you cupped his cheek noticing the slight scratches on his face

The suit would heal them but tonight was a new moon and the little scars that shouldn’t be there at all remained still.

Marc asked how you spent your night, trying not to talk about the things that Konshu had them taken care of. You told him about the new cookie recipe that you found online and wanted to try, how in the midst of baking them you finished one of your books so you picked a new one and told him about the package you received in the afternoon with the new book that you had to review for work, he seemed almost as tired as you, trying to pay attention while his headmates talked into his ear, slowly starting to disassociate.

"It’s alright luv, you can relax" you placed your hand on top of his, closed your eyes and remained in silence for a bit.

"You still awake?" Steven asked a bit disoriented

"Unfortunately" you smiled and rubbed your thumb on the back of his hand "made you some cookies"

"Would you fancy some tea?" he asked you while standing up "we can have it with the cookies"

His movements were cautious and slow, you could sense just how tired he really was, probably running almost on the same amount of sleep as you.

"Yes please" he kissed your forehead and you yawned.

How late was it?? You checked your phone, it was hard adjusting to the sudden bright light, once your vision adjusted you saw how late really was ‘four am’

Bloody hell

It was almost time for them to go. Steven placed the kettle on the stove and went besides you to rub your back. Your elbows were on top of the table and your face rested on your hands enjoying the little backrub.

Marc had tried to make you tea before but every time he would end up tired of Steven nagging him about 'how bad he was at making it', the poor lad so stressed about Marc putting the mug with water and a tea bag directly into the microwave.

Of course he would still endure it if it meant he would see you smile at him when he handed you the mug. But after a long night of working for Konshu he wasn't thrilled to have Steven correcting every little mistake he made, granting him with control of the body for the rest of the night.

"Steven?"

"Yes luv?" he kissed the top of your head and you gave him a tired smile

"Can you stay with me?"

he knew what you meant and of course he knew it was pure banter, every morning you would beg for him to stay in and not go to work, just for you to feed Gus two and three while he was getting ready and then give him his set of keys with a kiss as he left for work. Your little routine made you happy and it gave him a reason to actually go to work.

You didn't want to admit it but sometimes it would get lonely in the mornings. Working in a publishing house was great, everything that you always dreamed of but there was so much joy you could have while reading manuscripts to write the little synopsis for the back or reviewing some of the new releases. It sometimes can get lonely.

"I'd love that darling" he smiled and poured you a cup of the tea "but tomorrow's a big one, can't miss it"

That’s right, after he joined a new museum and worked in the back for a while tomorrow was the first time he would actually work as a tour guide, you haven't seen him this happy since the day he got the actual job.

"I know you'll crush it" you leaned to kiss his cheek and took a sip of the tea

Steven poured himself a cup as well, he couldn't really stand the taste of coffee like his other two headmates. Every time he had coffee with you in the mornings he took it with an ungodly amount of sugar and milk, which would translate to his drinking tea habbits; Marc really couldn't bother, he preferred coffee over tea but wouldn't turn down a cup if either you or Steven had left one behind for him.

Jake on the other hand couldn't stand the taste of any tea. Only really drinking it if you were the one pouring him a cup, he'd endured the taste of sleepy time tea from time to time if it meant keeping you company in the nights where it seemed the only thing you wanted to do was talk after you finished patching him up. But what he actually loved was making hot chocolate, the aftertaste of cinnamon and the sweetness of the chocolate comforted him in a way he couldn't explain.

After finishing the tea Steven decided it was time to head over to bed, pulling you with him. You could feel Steven's body next to you, his warmth being enough for you to finally give in and fall asleep, never noticing when he turned to hug you and the light was never enough for him to notice the little smiled that formed on your face.

~☽☾ ~

"Hello luv, how's everything??" you cheered up when you heard your partner's voice through the phone

"Good morning Steven" he could hear the smile forming on your face

"Not quite luv, our bruv decided to take a quick break"

"Oh no, what happened??"

You still remembered the first time Jake imitated your boyfriend's accent, it was really spot on. That contagious laugh he only dared to let out around you kept interrupting him as he told you of the time he asked one of Steven's co-workers out, at that time they still hadn’t noticed his presence in the system and the poor lad was so confused when the girl reminded him of how greatly he talked about the steak from the restaurant they were supposedly meeting at.

"Nothing to worry about mi amor so calm down, Marc's taking care of it" there was his normal accent again, he tried his best to keep up the fake British one whenever he had to front at Steven's work.

Mark tried to do it once, when Steven forced him to front after getting really overwhelmed. Let’s just say an old lady got him in trouble because he was allegedly 'making fun of her'

"Couldn’t sleep more?"

"Not really, thanks for the coffee tho"

"You’re welcome preciosa" he smiled "I'll try to get home early today, because, you know what? yo también quiero dormir acurrucado contigo "

You laughed a bit "baby, you know I have no idea what you said"

"It means that I'm head over heels for you… all of us"

You knew that wasn't what he’d said but it didn't make the confession any less honest and it only made the heat rise all the way up to your cheeks turning them a lovely shade of red.

"I love you too"

"Good to know" you could hear him laughing from his side of the phone call "hey, would ya mind grabbing something for me? It’s on the kitchen table"

"Yeah sure" you crawled out of the bed carefully walking, trying not to bump into the piles of books laying around. There was a package laying on the table “Do you want me to stop by and drop you this?”

“No baby that’s for you”

“Really?”

“¿Me estás diciendo mentiroso? Just open it love” and as if it were more than a suggestion you followed his word, tearing the wrapping paper.

“Oh my days!” You saw the book you’ve been meaning to read for months but never actually found on stock, it was impossible for you to contain the little sounds of excitement and that only made Jake’s smile grow bigger and bigger

“Steven knew how much you wanted it, so we got it for you”

“Thank you!” you placed the book on the table and looked through the window “If you were here I would kiss you”

“I’m on my way amor” you laughed and rolled your eyes before hanging up.

There was a lot of waiting around before your boyfriends were back home and you knew how that time was about to be spent, enjoying the book laying on the bed.

~☽☾ ~

You looked through the window and saw the sun already setting, your felt your lip quivering as little hiccups fell from your lips, fuck this book was depressing. You’ve read great reviews online and the summary seemed pretty interesting, in no point was there mention of how hearth wrenching it could get. For the past half hour you’ve tried to keep your mind out of the story, trying to ground and comfort yourself but nothing seemed to work.

There was no use in knitting or drawing and even if you wanted to bake something you felt too bad to go out for the ingredients you were missing.

So you tried cooking.

Keyword, tried.

You’ve seen Jake making hot chocolate a docent times before so it shouldn’t be that hard, right? Or at least it wouldn’t be if you actually payed attention but your mind only could recall how good he looked on his T-shirt and underwear while cooking for you.

You took out a pot and placed it on the stove and then some of the chocolate that Jake often used from the cupboard, trying to recreate the sense of comfort that it would bring you but the smell wasn’t quite right and neither was the taste, the bitterness of the pure chocolate clung to your tongue. You couldn't even finish the mug you had served, rinsing it out and leaving it in the sink.

So that’s why you were back to reading the book when he walked in, you wanted nothing more but to be done with it already having only less than fifty pages to go. But when the light from the hall creeped in and he saw you sobbing on the couch wrapped in some blankets he couldn’t help but worry.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Marc’s hand caressed your cheek, cleaning the tears that rolled down

“It’s just…” you buried your head in the book and sobbed “I hate this”

He took the book from you and placed it on the coffee table before hugging you, he felt the way you trembled and clung to his clothes, some kissed were left on the top of your head as he rubbed it with love.

“Tell me what’s wrong?”

You tried, you tried to explain what about that book could be so upsetting and how even if it made your heart ache it was too good to put down.

“And then the chocolate” you leaned your back against the arm rest, cleaning away what was left from the tears laughing amused at your failed attempt.

His eyes fell into yours confused before you pointed to the pot still filled with the hideous chocolate that you made.

“Ay baby” He cupped your face his soft touch guiding you to look at him “Did you miss us?”

You nodded, you looked to the side, seeing the reason for your sadness. Your mind going directly to the story contained in those pages and new tears formed in your eyes.

“I want chocolate Marc” a whimper escaped from your lips and you leaned on his chest wanting to feel his warmth, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead.

~☽☾ ~

"I can see..." both of you were on the kitchen, you sat on a stool while he stood in front of the stove, his hands on his hips as he inspected what was inside the pot "was it good?"

You shook your head. 'I can't believe that' he said before pouring himself a mug but once he drank it you saw how hard he tried not to frown, the unexpected bitterness from the drink being a little too strong. He poured the rest of the drink back to the pot.

He looked your way leaning on the counter.

"Ya ví por que" Jake looked at the mug and then back at you "did ya add sugar?"

You shook your head "the package said..."

"I know, but it usually isn't enough" he reached for the cupboard and took from it something wrapped in brown paper "this is called panela"

He cut a tiny piece of the brown triangle and gave it to you before adding a larger piece to the chocolate, you tried it and the sugariness of it made you smile. It was really sweet but not to the point of becoming disgusting and the taste was different from regular sugar.

"Can you reach for the spices?" he pointed at the rack to your left. It was filled to the brim, something he was really proud of as he gave himself the task of slowly gathering them "there's cinnamon sticks there"

"Need one or two" you looked at him, he noticed how your mood was improving already and it made him smiled

“I think we'll only use one" he looked at the pot and then back at you "it is small after all"

he poured a bit of water to it and you walked up to him, he backed down for you to reach the mixture and you thought he would stay there but then you felt him pressed on your back, his chin resting on your shoulder and guiding your hand on top the pot, near enough for it not to splash once you dropped the stick but not too close for the heat to burn you.

You could feel the little kisses he placed on your shoulder before backing once more, and you longed to have him that close just for a little longer.

"Do I grab the oat milk?" you pointed to the fridge and you saw him smile shaking his head while he continued to stir the pot

On a normal day he would make enough for Marc, himself and you, going to the extent of using that ‘God forsaken awful’ milk that Steven had in his section of the fridge, just so that he would also have some of it to comfort him while fronting. ‘incluso personas sin sentido del gusto merecen probarlo’ he would say often.

"Not today, this one's just for you" he pinched your cheek making you giggle and unconsciously rubbed your face on your shoulder “That’s right peque. We don’t want more crying, alright? Or I’ll throw the book out the window”

You gasped

“Don’t you dare!” you slapped his arm jokingly gaining a laugh from him.

“Try me” he winked with a smirk plastered on his face and now you were the one to laugh.

“Oh I will Mr. Lockely” you cheekily smiled and continued stirring the chocolate “A special thanks for this” you took some with the spoon and tried it. You turned around to look at him, so excited for how good it tasted.

“I’ll have to start waking up earlier” the wicked smirk still plastered on his face. “Para hacerte chocolate en las mañanas”

“And rob me from Steven’s breakfast? No way!” you cleaned your hands with the cloth you hung from the oven and sat back down on the stool

“You can ask him for coffee then” he took a mug from the cabinet and poured the chocolate, placing it in front of you.

“It’s just banter! Please, not you two” you took a sip from the chocolate and closed your eyes.

“That’s what I thought” he leaned to kiss you

“A tad chuffed, aren’t we?” you teased

He sat across from the table and covered his mouth, you saw the way his eyebrows quirked up and his eyes close amused.

“oi!” he said and it was enough to get the reaction he wanted out of you. Your jaw dropped amused.

“You are insufferable” you rested your head on your hand squinting your eyes

“I know and yet you love me” he squinted back

“I do” you said without thinking, you’ve told him a million times before but no matter what he didn’t seem to get tired of hearing it “I truly do”

You were being honest and he knew that, he knew because of the way your shoulders were relaxed and you didn’t nib on your lip. He knew because you showed him in the way you were around him.

He loved the company you provided. How even if you didn’t like watching the games you would still sat beside him while reading one of the books that the publishing house sent you or how you would lay on the bed while he leaned on one of the bookshelves that acted as a wall, he was pleased listening to you talk about what he’d missed the days where he weren’t around.

Like the time Marc had snooze off while watching one of those really old movies he liked when he was supposed to be cuddling you. Or the time Steven spent all day prancing around the apartment while talking your ears off about ancient Egypt after they told him there was going to be interviews for a new tour guide and he was too nervous to mess it up.

He got the job, of course.

Because even before you started dating him, when you weren’t even friends, just two strangers under the same roof who loved the same people. You demeanour towards him was the same, full of unconditional affection.

“Vamos peque” he got up and patted your back “finish off so we can sleep”

“But I’m not tired” you finished what was left of the chocolate and left the mug in the sink

“Then we can just lay there for a while” he kissed your temple and guided you towards the shared bed after turning off the lights.

Walking in complete darkness was hard, more in a flat as messy as yours but you managed to make your way to the bed collapsing on it. Your back was against his chest and his arms wrapped around you. You always slept better besides him.

Peque - little one

preciosa - gorgeous/pretty

también quiero dormir acurrucado contigo - I also want to cuddle with you

Me estás diciendo mentiroso - are you calling me a liar?

Ya ví por que - I see why

‘incluso personas sin sentido del gusto merecen probarlo' - even people with bad taste deserve to try it

Para hacerte chocolate en las mañanas - Make you chocolate every morning

Vamos peque - let's go little one

#Jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #moon knight #moon knight fandom #steven grant x reader #steven grant #marc spector x reader #marvel #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic #moon knight system #moon boys #oscar issac #Jake lockely fluff #slight hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #fluff fanfic

[that-tmr-girl]

His Past {Part 1}

Sub Aris x Dom female reader smut, masterbation, blowjob, oral, face riding, vaginal sex

Y/N was never supposed to find out about Aris's past. His ties to WICKED, the way had watched them in the Maze, the plans he helped put together, all of it. She was never supposed to find out just how much he had truly done.

He had been sloppy though. Because while he usually vented to the mirror about everything when she wasn't around, he hadn't made sure of it. Not after the memories of them.

Despite being the main player of them he had woken up in tears. Seeing Y/N's face watching over him while she whispered soothing words, he came back to reality as his heart rate slowly went back to normal.

“You're okay, Aris. It was just a nightmare, okay? You're safe now. You're safe with me,”She coaxed, pressing her lips to his forehead.

“Sorry,”He muttered, feeling his face heat up as he avoided looking at her. Shaking her head, she repeated that it was okay before kissing the tip of his nose.

“I've got tea, okay? That'll help knock you out for a few hours,”She promised.

“When'd you make tea?”

“It doesn't matter,”She shrugged, leaving his side for a moment. Pulling his knees to his chest, as he watched her leave he tried not to cry. Sometimes, he wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to get it over with already so that this weight would be lifted from his shoulders. Then, maybe his mind would let him be truly at peace.

If she reacted in anger though, if she left, he would never find peace again. He would never know the word hope. He would never feel her lips on her skin as she made the world better by those little things. Little things like meeting his gaze across the room, holding his hand under the table, whispering loving words in his ear when they were surrounded by people, kissing him whenever he walked through the door, letting him pick her up and spin her around just because, read to him, keep her head on his lap while they looked at the stars, dance in the ocean waves when nobody else was awake, and make him tea.

Thinking about all those little things made him sure that this secret slipping out would ruin everything. So he kept his mouth shut as she came back with a cup of tea and a gentle smile. Rubbing his back, she kept her gaze on him as he drank it. Still in a mindless daze, it was gone before he could even comprehend the taste.

Despite having already been ready to collapse the drink truly was pushing him over the edge. So the second his head moved from her shoulder to the pillow he was out like a light.

When he woke up, she wasn't there. Looking through the blinds, when he saw that the sun was up it made sense. She was stuck with the afternoon job, getting to deal with the heat as she tensed to the crops. He had the evening job of healing up anybody who was injured or sick. Usually, they would spend their mornings together. While he wished he would have been awake for that, he recognized that she found a way for him to sleep soundly. So he would look forward to seeing her tonight.

That memory from last night though, of him in front of the monitor, watching a Greenie run straight from the Maze before anyone could catch him, stung. The Gladers did what they were able, yelling for him from outside, sending all their Runners in, but in the end it was all in vain. The Griever's got to him early in the night.

Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at himself as he kept telling himself everything he thought.

“They're going to find out one day. All of them. They're going to realize that you were their capture,”He started, putting his hands behind his neck as he kept going. “They'll realize that you hid that you're from WICKED and outcast you. They'll kill you,”He continued. “They'll hate you for working for . . . WICKED,”He finished, seeing someone in the reflection behind him. Daring to turn around, he saw Y/N standing there looking at him with something that he had never seen before. That normal bit of love and adoration wasn't there. Her soft eyes were replaced with a cold stare and her gentle smile was now a scowl.

Disgust.

She was disgusted by him.

She actually did hate him.

Now that he saw it he didn't think that it would have been true. He realized that he didn't realize that she truly would want nothing to do with him.

Shaking her head, she stormed to her closet and grabbed regular clothes. Changing her shirt, as she went to get her hygiene supplies so that she could stay with a friend he blocked the doorway. Begging her to listen, he kept holding back tears as she glared at him. Deciding that she had enough, she turned to leave, figuring that she could find other stuff.

Aris though, couldn't let that happen.

So, in a desperate, pathetic attempt to make her stay he was on his knees, holding her legs as he begged her to understand and forgive him for keeping this from her.

While Y/N knew that she could kick him off, there was something about him begging that did things to her it shouldn't. So she remained silent, listening to his pleads as he groveled at her feet.

Without realizing he had his head between her legs, making her gasp as his pleas sent vibrations through her body. Unable to handle it, she pulled him up and forced him on the bed behind him. Laying there, he just stared at her as he tried to think about what she could possibly be willing to do with him.

“Here's what happens. You let me do whatever I want to you, and I'll forget about this. Or if you want, we'll talk about it. Either way, you have to let me do whatever I desire,”She bargained.

“Whatever it takes,”He promised.

Not giving him a verbal response, she was on his lap, straddling him. As he tried to put his hand on her back she pushed him away.

“You do everything when I say. You touch me when I say, where I say. You stop your sounds when I say. You cum when I say. I am in charge,”She said firmly.

“Whatever you want,”He repeated.

“You sit back,”She demanded, pushing his chest back. Doing as she said, he watched as she slowly pulled her shirt over her head, letting it fall to the ground and revealing her black, lace bralet. Slowly pulling the hem of her pants down, she gave him a glimpse of her red underwear, immediately turning his face the color of them.

Putting her knees on the side of him, when he tried to touch her waist she pulled his hands back. Slowly grinding on him, she put her hands on his shoulders, kissing his neck. Biting his skin, when he moaned she pulled away and admired her work before her eyes traveled to his arms, seeing them balled into fists as he held back from touching her.

Making it worse, she got off and let the last of her undergarments fall, making his eyes go wide as she ran her hands down her stomach, to her inner thigh. Coming to her slit, she made him watch her get herself off. Sticking two fingers inside of her, she moaned as Aris grew hard. Barely having self control he closed his eyes only to feel hands on his jaw. Looking up, he saw Y/N gazing at him.

“Watch the show,”She demanded, stepping back. Taking her bra off, she sat on his still clothed dick while pushing her breasts to his face. Realizing what she was demanding, he sucked on her nipple, swirling his tongue around her bud. Grinding against him, she felt his erection as he moaned on her skin.

Suddenly pulling away and throwing her hair over her back, she took his shirt off. Trailing her hands down his chest, she came to his belt loops. Taking them between her fingers, she pulled them and his boxers off, revealing his precum already dripping down his sides. Stroking him, she played with his cock before kissing his tip. Just barely swirling her tongue around it, she licked down the side, only stopping when she was by his balls. Pulling away, she looked at the way he was panting as her teasingness killed him.

Uncaring, she just stared at him while chewing on her bottom lip in a way that had him feral.

“You’re going to let me ride your face,”She ordered, positioning herself above him before just wrapping her thighs around his head. Bouncing on his face, she felt his tongue inside of her while she grew closer. Letting out high pitched whimpers, she rubbed herself against his mouth as he opened so that he would swallow.

Wrapping her thighs around his head even tighter, she moaned as she creamed on him. With him holding her waist, he got every bit he could in his mouth. Just the way he knew she wanted.

Getting off, she sat on his stomach while raking her hands down his chest. Just as he was getting comfortable though, she crawled on top of him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she held him still as she rode his cock. Staring at her, he resisted the temptation of touching her. Her waist, her hips, her stomach, her tits, her ass, her thighs, her. He couldn't touch her.

At the same time the though, he could feel his orgasm coming as her tits bounced and her moans grew louder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”He repeated as he closed his eyes while somehow holding back. Bouncing faster, she met his harsh thrusts as he started begging. “Please? Please, please, please let me cum? Just let me cum in you,”He repeated.

“Shut up, and fuck me,”She ordered through heavy breaths. Doing what she said, he was almost in tears as his body was begging for release.

Hearing his whimpers, she smashed her lips against his. Moaning in her mouth, he was barely hanging on. With his noises getting to her, she pulled away and repeated his name to the gods as the knot in her stomach broke.

No longer moving, she just watched the tears in his eyes at the discomfort. With a satisfied smile, she got off of his still very hard dick.

“Y/N-”

“That isn't my name.”

“Then what-”

“Call me a slut,”She ordered, knowing just how against the idea he would be.

“Excuse me?”

“Call me your slut.”

“But I-”

“Call me a slut while you fuck my goddamn brains out or I’ll make you,”She threatened. Hesitantly shaking his head no, he waited for whatever she was going to do to him.

Pulling him off the bed, she had him standing there as he just kept wanting to touch her.

“Knees, now,”She ordered. Doing as she told him, he waited for the next command.

Going against the idea, she just grabbed his face and pushed it into her. Harshly pulling his hair, she listened to him whine as he tried to keep up with the pace. Ignoring it, she put her hands behind his neck and pushed him into her over and over. Grinding her hips on him, she looked as he sucked on her juices, somehow plunging his tongue in and out. With a groan of pleasure, she came all over his face. Lapping up all he could, he licked her thighs and stomach as he silently prayed for her to just make him cum.

“Call me your slut,”She slowly repeated. As he shook his head no she glared at him before throwing him on the bed.

“You don't listen well, do you?”She asked. Not saying anything, he just stared while still breathing heavily.

Sliding back on his cock, she moaned as she started riding him. Arching his back, he whimpered as he was just waiting for her to say yes. To say that he could put his hands all over him while filling her up. He just wanted to do something, to show love, to be loved again. He just wanted her.

Increasing her pace, she was almost screaming as the knot in her core came back. With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, she pulled off and grinded against his thigh until she came. With not even that being enough, he was back to pleading.

“Please let me touch you? Please, please, please, please?”He begged. Ignoring it, she grabbed her handcuffs and cuffed his arms to the bedposts.

“Have fun,”She whispered in his ear, slowly stroking him a few times before swirling her tongue around his tip. Just as he thought it was over she stood up and walked grabbed her clothes l.

“Y/N? Y/N, don't. Please no, I-”

“We’ll talk later. I’ve got things to do,”She waved him off, putting her garments on.

“Y/N, please don't-”

Interrupting him, she shut the door, leaving him tied there, completely nude and hard. Throwing his head back, mumbled a string of curses.

From right outside the door, she listened, her heart still hurting as she debated just opening it and hearing what he had to say. Hear why he didn't trust her enough to say it out right. Hear why all the love she had given him hadn't been enough for him to trust her.

Shaking her head, she walked downstairs as she tried to figure out what the hell she was supposed to do next. How the hell they were supposed to move on from just everything.

She wasn't sure, but some part of her desperately hoped that they could. If they had survived so much, she just prayed that they would make it through this too, together.

#aris jones #aris x reader #aris smut #aris tmr #tmr aris #light angst #slight hurt/comfort #smut and angst #smut oneshot #smut #part 1/2 #tmr

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 9: Hashtag Touch Starved

Luigi wakes up the next morning, and reminisces about old memories from his time in the Mushroom Kingdom. After making Mario some breakfast...they chat a bit more about the truth behind the Tickle Community.

I want to take a moment to wish my newest friend @theybibsxi, a very happy birthday! Congratulations on surviving another 365 days! XD And welcome to the silly squad!

And as for everyone else, I hope you all enjoy!

The next morning…it was bright, and warm…comforting too. If Luigi could think of a brief descriptive explanation for this morning, he would easily say “It felt a little bit like heaven”. Though, that also could’ve been because…It also happened to be Saturday…aka, their weekend off. So knowing it was their weekend, made their morning already better. But…For Luigi…that better morning tripled. 

Luigi woke up rather peacefully. He rolled himself onto his back and sighed softly, looking at the ceiling. He felt proud of himself…Like, genuinely proud of himself. He had finally explained his love for tickling to his twin brother. Though it was anxiety-inducing at first, it got so much easier to handle over time. The hardest part was the confession…and he didn’t even need to do that! Luigi only needed to explain the slang and the trade secrets hidden within the community. And…he was proud of himself for doing that. 

Luigi couldn’t help the little smile that creeped up on his lips. He could hear the slightly muffled sound of birds chirping outside. He looked at the window, looking to see if there were any birds or parrots sitting on the window sill. But despite the pretty sky and the clouds, the window sill appeared to be quite empty. So, he looked away from the window and lifted his head slightly to look over at the door window. That window showed more of the hills and valleys of trees that surrounded the general house location. Sometimes Luigi still struggled to believe they had found such a beautiful place by accident. Though it took a bit longer for Luigi to see the beautiful side of the Mushroom Kingdom, he was more than awestruck by its beauty and was immediately eager to explore the beautiful, country-like landscape the Mushroom Kingdom provided. 

He looked down with a slightly wider smile when he remembered the first time he saw Mario eating a powerup mushroom in front of him. Mario had found a couple brick blocks that were in the way. Eager to get rid of them, Mario pulled out a powerup. And to Luigi’s surprise, it looked like a mushroom! Mario hates Mushrooms! How is he- 

…And then he remembered dropping his jaw the moment he saw Mario shoving it down in one bite. HOLY- WHEN DID MARIO LIKE MUSHROOMS?! Just a few weeks earlier, he had complained about tiny, cut up mushrooms being on his plate! And that same person, had JUST EATEN A WHOLE MUSHROOM IN ONE GO! Who is this person?! And what the heck happened to the brother he knew so well?! But when he saw Mario get taller from the powerup, he smiled and crossed his arms. He literally ate a mushroom that had the magical ability to make him taller and stronger. Maybe the need to feel taller and stronger, especially for Mario, was worth the bad taste of the mushroom. 

And then Luigi got to try the mushroom…It was the weirdest thing, seeing all his limbs get bigger in a matter of seconds. It scared him at first, to be completely honest. But when he opened his eyes again, he couldn’t believe how much he had grown! And the energy burst! He felt like he could sprint and jump around nonstop for hours! It felt incredible! And overtime, Mario and Peach took their time helping him learn about the power ups and abilities he could have if he found them. 

Luigi couldn’t help the silent little laugh that left his mouth when memories of his first fire flower filled his mind. He remembered seeing the fire flower just growing in the grass. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He remembered bringing his hand slightly close to the flower, and feeling its warmth. 

And Peach had told him to place his hand closer to the fire. And when he did, his whole hand lit up with fire! Luigi remembered actually panicking at first, thinking the fire was going to spread to the rest of his body and burn him. He remembered he had started shrieking and shaking his arm around, unintentionally causing fireballs to fly absolutely everywhere! Mario and Peach both managed to somehow dodge every flying fireball in order to get to Luigi. And when they did, Mario had to physically hold Luigi’s arm still to stop any more fireballs from leaving his palm while he attempted to calm his brother down. 

With Mario and Peach’s help, Luigi soon realized that the fire wasn’t actually burning him. Yes, his arm was on fire…but his sleeves and skin were still perfectly intact. Not only that, but his clothes had actually changed colors as well! And that fact absolutely blew his mind the first time! Finally, Luigi managed to understand that he wasn’t really in danger…and with time, he even figured out how to control this power and shoot the fireballs. It was a learning process that no one had originally thought they needed to prepare for. 

Luigi looked over at Mario’s bed, and smiled a bit when he saw Mario tossing a bit in his sleep. Curious, Luigi looked at the time on his clock: 

[8:52am]

He smiled and started to get himself out of bed. He walked over to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and started to grab some things from the fridge. He pulled out the eggs, the bacon, the cream, the shaved ham, and the cheese before closing the fridge. In the cupboard, he pulled out the bag of bread. In another cupboard, he grabbed the salt and pepper. And on the counter, he grabbed the butter before grabbing a knife, a fork and a spatula from the drawer. With everything in place, Luigi prepared to make Mario’s favorite breakfast. 

Luigi started by putting a smaller pan onto the stove. He sprayed the pan with cooking spray, and walked himself over to the other counter that held his ingredients. There, he cracked three eggs into the bowl like he usually did: one-handed. Luigi poured a small bit of cream into the egg mix, before adding a couple pinches of salt and a tiny sprinkle of pepper. Then, he walked to the pan, turned on the stove, and mixed the eggs all together while he waited for the pan to heat up. When it was warm enough, Luigi poured the egg mix into the pan, and let the eggs settle into its usual circular shape. 

While that was happening, Luigi grabbed out a bigger-sized pan, and turned on the heat. Then, he opened up the package of bacon, and placed as many little pieces of bacon as he could into the pan. He managed to fit 7 bacon strips into the pan, before grabbing the tongs and watching it cook for a bit. Luigi put down the tongs, believing he may not need them for a bit. But the moment those tongs touched the counter, a pair of hands poked and squeezed Luigi’s sides. 

Luigi shrieked and straightened his back, covering his mouth with shock before letting out little fits of giggles. 

The person walked over to the right to look at Luigi. “Good morning, Lu-Lu~!” The person teased, revealing themself to be Mario. 

Luigi looked to the right to see his brother. “Gohohohood morning, Mario!” Luigi reacted. He let out a breath of relief as he held his own chest. “I didn’t see you get up. I thought you were still asleep!” Luigi admitted. 

“Well I was…” Mario admitted. “But then I heard eggs cracking, mixing, a small bit of sizzling…all the signs of an amazing breakfast.” Mario said. 

Luigi nodded as he grabbed the egg pan and flipped the omelette over almost perfectly. Mario chuckled a bit as he saw his brother work with the food almost like a professional chef. “Another thing you get from Mama:” Mario poked his elbow. “Impeccable cooking skill.” Mario added. 

Luigi rolled his eyes. “It’s just eggs, Mario. People learn that when they’re 13.” Luigi reminded him. 

“You and Mama also have this thing where you can make every activity look so fun and easy…” Mario admitted. 

Luigi tilted his head. “I do?” 

Mario nodded. “Yeah. Like now, even. You flipped the omelette perfectly without a second thought. The way you hold your spatula makes you look like you’re a natural.” Mario added. “Heck, you could even make homework look fun.” Mario reacted. 

Luigi chuckled. “I really don’t mean to.” Luigi told him. “With cooking, I just kinda…let autopilot take over. I know what I’m doing.” Luigi admitted, before chuckling. “And I seriously doubt I could make homework look fun.” Luigi added. 

“Maybe not fun, but you made it look much easier than it is.” Mario clarified. 

Luigi shrugged his shoulders. “A lot of the math concepts just happened to make sense to me. I’ll still never understand why you hated doing Area and Perimeter so much. Algebra, maybe. But Area and Perimeter?” Luigi added. “And believe it or not, division —no matter how complicated it gets— is basic stuff you need to know.” Luigi added as he sprinkled some cheese and ham onto the omelette.

Mario rolled his eyes. “Says the one who messed up the three there's' all throughout high school.” Mario teased. 

Luigi scoffed as he flipped half of the omelette over, and squished it down. “At least I didn’t proclaim with confidence that 4 x 4 = 8…and then explain my thinking by saying ‘I used mental math’.” Luigi teased. 

Mario widened his eyes and looked away, embarrassed. That stupid mistake from 6th grade STILL haunts him to this day…

But then Mario looked at Luigi and narrowed his eyes at him. “At least I didn’t tell people that Wednesday was spelled W-E-N-D-S-D-A-Y.” Mario clapped back. 

Luigi widened his eyes and froze. He had completely forgotten about that…and now Mario had re-reminded him of that horrifying mistake. It was enough to make him cringe in pain and embarrassment. Luigi shook his head and quickly focused on putting the finished bacon onto the plate. “Maybe I did…” Luigi said. “But we got it correct eventually, right?” Luigi asked. 

“The point I was trying to make is…you’re not afraid to show off your skills. And that’s good.” Mario said, reverting back to the old conversation. 

Luigi turned off the stove and dumped the bacon oil into a small bowl to harden. “Thank you.” Luigi finished, before grabbing a fork and placing it onto the plate. “Breakfast is served.” Luigi told him, placing the plate in front of him.

Mario took the fork and happily cut a bite-sized piece of omelette with his fork. Popping it into his mouth, Mario visibly relaxed as the eggs practically melted in his mouth. “I…have no idea how you do it.” Mario admitted, cutting another piece of omelette with his fork. 

Luigi tilted his head. “Is it really that good?” Luigi asked, a bit surprised. 

Mario put the omelette piece he had just cut, right onto Luigi’s unused plate before cutting a third piece for himself. “Try it yourself. It’s SO good.” Mario told him. 

Luigi shrugged his shoulders and popped the piece of omelette into his mouth. Luigi took his time processing the taste on his tongue. “Okay, okay.” Luigi replied, covering his mouth somewhat with the back of his hand as he nodded. 

“It is taking everything in me to not devour this thing like an animal. I’m not even kidding.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth. What is up with all the compliments today? It’s been almost never ending ever since he woke up. The only time they paused the compliments, was so they could tease each other about the mistakes they made in school. And that lasted only a few seconds! 

Luigi could feel a slight blush showing up on his cheeks. “Thank you. I’m…” Luigi looked at Mario with genuine contentment in his eyes. “I’m really glad I can use my skills to make you happy.” Luigi expressed. 

Mario choked a small bit of his omelette, and looked at Luigi with confusion and slight worry. He swallowed his food. “Are you okay?” He asked. 

Luigi nodded his head. “Uh…yeah. Why?” Luigi asked. 

Mario pointed at him with the fork. “Because that…did NOT sound like a Luigi response…at all.” Mario told him. “That…actually sounded a lot like the scripted words of an English major, or the outward monologue of a novel writer.” Mario told him. “I think that writer’s influencing you.” Mario teased. 

Luigi widened his eyes and chuckled, taking it as a compliment. “Huh…that’s ironic, considering I didn’t even open my phone yet today.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario chuckled. “What’s their name again? Something about ‘switch’?” Mario asked. 

Luigi blushed and tittered a bit. “TrashySwitch.” Luigi replied. “But she goes by the nickname ‘Pocket’ too.” Luigi replied. 

“She?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded. “Yeah. Pocket is a girl.” Luigi replied. 

Mario nodded as took a bite of the bacon. He hummed as he widened his eyes, staring at the bacon for a moment. “Who taught you how to make bacon?” Mario asked somewhat casually. 

Luigi looked around awkwardly. “Uhh…Dad did.” Luigi admitted, a small blush showing up on his cheeks. 

“You-” Mario swallowed and pointed to the bacon. “You cooked it exactly how Dad did! I think you even chose the same brand and flavor!” Mario reacted. “This is literally bringing back memories of our childhood!” Mario reacted. “How in the-” 

Luigi’s blush deepened in shade as he heard his brother compliment him for the upteenth time that morning. “M-Mario…” Luigi muttered. 

“What?” Mario asked, before looking at Luigi. Right away, Mario noticed the blush on his face, and tilted his head. “What?” He asked, confused. 

“Ihi appreciate the compliments-a Mario, but…” Luigi couldn’t help the little giggle that left his mouth. “Buhut you’re reaching a point where it’s too much!” Luigi admitted. “You keep going, and you’re gonna milk it.” Luigi warned. 

Mario narrowed his eyes at him as he smirked. “So I guess compliments make you blush too?” Mario asked. 

Luigi looked to the side, nodding his head. “Are compliments a part of the tickle community too?” Mario asked next. 

Luigi widened his eyes and felt his blush deepen yet again. “W-What- No, Mario- I-” 

Mario wheezed and laughed out loud. “Oho my god- are my compliments putting you into a ticklee mood?!” Mario teased. 

Luigi suddenly frowned and started pouting. “......Nooo.” Luigi mumbled. 

Mario guffawed. “That’s a lie and a half…” He muttered, taking another bite of his bacon. 

Luigi smiled a bit, playing with his overall button while embarrassment took over. 

“So…what do you usually do when you’re in a lee...ticklee?” Mario paused before shrugging his shoulders. “What do you do to help your lee mood?” Mario asked. 

Luigi bit his lip. “Honestly…I always tried to read those stories and just daydream…” Luigi admitted. “Or I take time to remember memories of being tickled in the past, and just…let myself fall down that wholesome rabbit hole.” 

Mario smiled with sadness in his eyes. “That’s the epitome of reading stories about cuddling, and then sitting in your sorrow because you’re not being cuddled.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi looked at Mario with shock. He smiled a bit and looked down, a bit of sadness in his own eyes. “Yeah…I…” Luigi bit his lip and leaned on the island. He sniffled as he attempted to hold back his tears. Something about that brief summary really jabbed him in the heart. 

Mario looked up at him, showing confusion and a bit of worry. “What…Did I say something wrong?” Mario asked. 

Luigi shook his head. “No no, you didn’t. You actually nailed it on the head.” Luigi replied. “But…um…” He let out a breath. “The tickle community is not just a community of people that enjoy being tickled and teased…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario nodded and took a bite of his second piece of bacon. “I figured there was more than just a love of tickling involved.” Mario admitted. “So where does the enjoyment come from?” Mario asked. 

Luigi scratched his head. “Well…” He thought for a moment. “The tickle community seems to have an appreciation for cuddles, hugs, and other forms of affection besides tickling.” Luigi admitted. “The most common age for the tickle community seems to be people between the age of 12, to 20 years old…which is the age range where parents seem to lessen their physical love with their children.” Luigi told him. “Other tickle community members aged 20 and up, tend to be single or in an online relationship, which drastically limits their ability to experience affection.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario bit his lip. “I see…” Mario muttered. “So…when I reached teenagehood, I was ready to move on from physical love from our parents. Not completely, but I didn’t need to be coddled like a toddler anymore. I wanted to be my own person with my own opinions and thoughts.” Mario explained. 

Luigi nodded. “I know, I did too. I wanted to become my own person as well.” Luigi said back. “But when I reached adulthood…I began to struggle with being lonely.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario looked down, attempting to recall any moments he looked lonely. But…he couldn’t even think of one. “But…you were never alone. We were inseparable our whole lives.” Mario said. “I never wanted you to be lonely. I made sure you weren’t alone.” Mario told him. “Did me being there help you at all?” 

Luigi thought for a moment. “It should’ve…” Luigi replied, before shaking his head. “One thing about the community is…I learned that being alone and being lonely are two different things.” Luigi admitted. “I knew that you were there for me, and loved me. But…” Luigi swallowed the lump in his throat that was aching for him to start crying. He tried really hard to keep it together. “I still felt isolated.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario popped another piece of omelette into his mouth and put the fork down, before adjusting himself in his chair. “It sounds like you’ve been dealing with this for a lot longer than a year and a half.” Mario admitted, looking at him. 

Luigi lowered his hat bill slightly to hide the tears that were threatening to leave his eyes. “Since age 17, I think.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario looked up at Luigi, and counted on his fingers from age 17, to Luigi’s current age. Then, Mario froze as he stared at his fingers. “6 years?” Mario asked with shock. “You’ve been hiding this information for 6 years?” Mario asked, his voice filled with shock, with horror painted on his face.

Luigi widened his eyes as he thought about it a bit more. He looked at Mario’s fingers, and was taken aback. “Has it really been that long?!” Luigi asked, not believing the number at first. 

Mario blinked, not sure how to react. “I…guess. You said age 17, and we’re both 23 now.” Mario replied. He shook his head as he put his hands down. “But…why didn’t you say anything?” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled dryly as he hugged himself with a sad smile on his face. He knew Mario was going to ask him that question. He knew it had been coming for ages now. But…that didn’t make his answer any less heartbreaking. He looked Mario in the eyes. “You never liked being touched by anyone other than me. Even then, you didn’t like too much touch. You have your limits, and you made that evident with everyone long ago.” Luigi told him. 

Mario softened his expression and looked away, biting his lip. 

“So knowing that, I assumed that you never struggled with loneliness.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario sighed. “And you assumed correctly. I rarely ever struggled with loneliness.” Mario admitted. 

“So…I guess I assumed that even if I told you, you likely wouldn’t understand.” Luigi explained. “So…I never bothered to bring it up.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario sighed and fixed his hat. “Honestly…You’re right.” Mario said. “I wouldn’t have understood. And…I still don’t fully understand…because I’m not as much of a touchy-feely guy.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi nodded. “But that shouldn’t stop me from trying to understand.” Mario told him. He got out of his chair and walked up to Luigi’s side. “If it’s hugs, cuddles, tickles, any physical affection that you desperately need…” Mario placed his hand on Luigi’s arm. “Then please let me know.” Mario told him.

Luigi looked at Mario, before tilting his head. “But what if I ask too often? And what if I hold you for too long?” Luigi asked. 

“Knowing that you need it, will justify both of those questions. Plus, you can’t ask too often. If you need it, then you ask for it.” Mario replied. “And I don’t want you to worry about holding me for too long. It will take a bit of getting used to, but…You’ve accommodated me your whole life.” Mario gave Luigi a big hug. “It’s time for me to accommodate you.” Mario said. 

Luigi widened his eyes for a moment, before squeezing them shut and hugging Mario just as securely. He had tried so hard to keep his tears in up until this point. But when Mario hugged him, that’s when the dam finally broke open. Luigi held onto Mario for a few minutes, refusing to let go, even when Mario’s hugging limit would’ve been over by now. He was tired of accommodating other people...and Mario said it’s okay. So…it has to be okay. 

Right now…he just really needed to be held. 

Mario began to gently rub his back as he let Luigi hug him. The hug was lasting a lot longer than he’s used to. He normally had his limit with hugs, which Luigi knew all too well. However…Mario could sense how much Luigi needed the longer hug. So…Mario let Luigi hug him for as long as he needed. 

Luigi let go of Mario after 10-15 minutes, before attempting to wipe his tears away. Mario chuckled and grabbed Luigi a kleenex, before wiping a few of the tears off Luigi’s cheeks with the kleenex. “So…What’s the tickling community really about?” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled. “It’s…a community of touch-starved people who just want to be hugged, cuddled, teased and tickled.” Luigi replied. 

Mario chuckled. “Alright. So you got your hug. So which other options did you want now?” Mario asked. 

Luigi tilted his head. “What do you mean?” Luigi asked. 

Mario giggled. “What you said to describe the community. Do you wanna be cuddled? Do you wanna be teased? Or do you wanna be tickled?” Mario asked. 

Luigi looked down with a smile, feeling the little blush filling his face. “Uuuhuh…” Luigi mumbled. “The…The third one…” Luigi admitted, touching his index fingers together. 

“What’s the third one?” Mario asked, crossing his arms. 

“...Y-You know…” Luigi mumbled. 

“Can you say it?” Mario asked. 

Luigi groaned and covered his face with his hands. 

Mario laughed at this reaction. “I’m not gonna do anything until you tell me what you want.” Mario let him know. 

Luigi uncovered his right eye by splitting his index and middle finger apart. “Hmm?” Luigi hummed. 

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it for you.” Mario told him. 

“B-But-But-” Luigi argued. 

Mario shook his head and held up his hands as a warning. “No, no-” Mario smirked. “You want to tell me about this stuff? You gotta say the word.” Mario told him. 

Luigi whined and covered up his right eye again. He could feel his blush spreading to the tops of his ears. Mario seriously wanted him to say the word?! Now!? And Mario’s seriously not gonna give him tickles until he says it?! HOW DOES HE KNOW THAT’S A THING IN THE COMMUNITY?!

Luigi finally uncovered his face and looked at Mario. “Iwanttobetickled.” Luigi said as quickly as he could. 

Mario raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear that. You were mumbling. Can you say it again?” Mario asked, making it even more embarrassing by cupping his own ear and bringing it closer to Luigi’s face. 

Luigi squeaked and covered his mouth, whining in agony. Why must Mario embarrass him like this?! WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS?! HE DID NOTHING! THIS IS SOOO MEAN!

Mario giggled at his reaction, before crossing his arms. “In order for you to get what you want, you’re gonna have to learn to tell me.” Mario told him. “That means learning how to say ‘Tickle’ in a casual sentence.” Mario told him. 

Finally, Luigi uncovered his mouth and let out a slow breath. “I would like to be tickled.” Luigi finally managed to let out. 

Mario smiled brightly. Wow! The man can do it! It’s not an impossible feat for his brother after all! Mario was thoroughly impressed. But he wasn’t done yet. “What’s the magic word?” Mario teased. 

Luigi huffed, feeling a slight bit of embarrassed anger. “Can you please tickle me?” Luigi asked calmly. 

Mario smirked as he noticed the anger on his brother’s face. “Nope. Not with that attitude.” Mario replied. 

Luigi dropped his jaw and covered his mouth, growling in anger. “MARIO-” 

Mario bursted out laughing and held his hands up in arrest. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Mario replied. “I’ll tickle you.” He said, bringing Luigi out of the kitchen and into the bedroom area. “Okay. Spread your arms.” Mario told him. 

Luigi looked away, struggling to hide his embarrassment as he brought his arms out beside him. He closed his eyes, waiting impatiently for the tickles to begin. 

Suddenly, the fingers touched down right on his armpits! Luigi screeched and bursted out cackling as he felt his body drop to the floor. Mario followed Luigi to the floor, and continued to tickle him in as many places as he had access to. And as you can imagine, the shorter twin had access to a lot of tickle spots. And if he’d be allowed to, Mario wanted to give special attention to every ticklish spot on Luigi’s body. 

Meanwhile, Luigi let himself laugh, giggle, squeal and snort all he wanted to. He felt like he really deserved it. As he was tickled, Luigi couldn’t help but notice the feeling of freedom he was currently experiencing. He could finally just laugh his heart out without the need to be cautious or too suspicious. It felt like he had finally opened his wings to finally let himself fly with the breeze. And…it felt overwhelming, but empowering. The time of hiding his secret is finally over. 

#cooking #teasing #touch starved #slight hurt/comfort #surprise #compliments #ticklefic #ler!mario #lee!luigi #brotherly bonding #luigi's secret

[purplesoil]

When is Mikey Ever Responsible?

🌱YAM 101 (04/10/2024)

“Hey, bad accident. Won’t be back for a while. Nite.”

Was all Mikey texted Emma before proceeding to ignore her calls, voice messages, and texts afterwards. She frantically contacted the other guys, but none of them responded. Not even Draken.

Good night, my ass! How am I supposed to sleep... [read on AO3!]

bgm: White Noise, by Official Hige Dandism (I was obsessed with this song)

inspired by: a little scare I had with some friends T^T I just need to make sure you guys are alive

#yam #creative writing #fanfiction #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers #emma sano #mikey sano #draken #fluff #slight hurt/comfort

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

Small Fyolai headcanon

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Whenever Fyodor chewed his fingers all bloody once again, Nikolai cleans them carefully and not only puts ointment but also very colorful bandaids for kids on them.

Fyodor pretends to be annyoyed but he secretly likes the bandaids.

#Fyolai #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #Fyodor #Fyodor Dostoevsky #Bsd Nikolai #Bsd Nikolai Gogol #Nikolai Gogol #Fyogol #Headcanons #Bsd #Bungou stray dogs #Bungou gay dogs #Gay #Ratsinlove #Soft #Cute #Slight hurt/comfort #Comfort #These b!ches gay. Good for them #I love them #Soft fyolai #Bsd hc #Bsd headcanons #Bungou stray dogs hcs #Bungou stray dogs headcanons #Small headcanons

[fauxserenity]

Fushiguro Siblings KidFic Drabble

Tsumiki was doing her homework in the kitchen when Megumi appeared, face blotchy as he sniffled, unable to contain the tears.

“Hey ‘Gumi, what happened?” she asks, beckoning the boy closer.

“I- we were playing…” he begins to say, his gaze focused on his sister as the tears slowly come to a stop, “b-but then… then there was this uhh… something, a hole maybe, a-and…”

“Did you get hurt?” she asks, cautious as she gets up and sits Megumi where she was doing her homework.

The boy nods slowly and raises his leg, letting her see the scraped knee that was covered by his shorts until now, blood already crusting around the wound.

“I’ll go get the first-aid kit, wait here, okay?” she smiles, walking as fast as she can to the bathroom to get everything she needs.

Carefully, she cleans the dirty knee, revealing a few smaller cuts. Megumi stays put as she cleans and disinfects his knee, only squirming with excitement at the sight of his favorite band-aid design.

“Remember that this is only so your wounds don’t get infected now,” Tsumiki reminds him as she places the baby blue band-aid on top of the biggest cut. “Want me to kiss it better?” she asks, still smiling.

“I’m too old for that,” Megumi answers with a pout, blushing slightly.

“Sure you are,” she humors him before getting up and taking the things back to the right place.

Megumi gets up from the chair and waits for her to come back.

“Thank you, I’ll be more careful next time.”

Tsumiki is a bit surprised by her brother’s behavior but smiles once again, bending to kiss his cheek.

“I’m sure you’ll be.” she chuckles when she sees Megumi frown at the kiss, “But I think you should play after eating something, Gojo said he’d cook something when he gets back.”

Megumi nods, his hand frozen on his cheek that he’d rubbed when Tsumiki turned to look at him.

“Are you too old for kisses as well?” she teases.

“Yes, I’m already ten.”

“Well, you’re still my baby brother.”

Tsumiki’s laugh only becomes louder as Megumi blushes and grumbles something about being ridiculed by the old.

When Gojo finally gets back, clothes dirty and a bit torn, tired from his impromptu mission, he’s received by laughter and the siblings setting the table while they joke together.

#jjk drabbles #jjk fluff #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro tsumiki #kid fic #gojo appears a bit at the end #slight hurt/comfort

[pokemonispain]

Rolling Thunder-Tighnari & Collei

Summary:  In which Tighnari has to complete his patrol during a thunderstorm.

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One of the things that Valuka Shunas were known for besides their light-colored fur were rather large ears, ears that at the moment were giving Tighnari quite a bit of trouble.

“Master Tighnari? Are you sure you’re alright,” Collie asked hesitantly as she gave him a slightly nervous glance as they walked.

This was her second time asking truthfully, usually, she wouldn’t really need to ask at all but she had a good reason. At the moment they were doing their regular patrols, which generally wouldn’t have been a problem, but the humidity in the avidya forest had whipped up a thunderstorm.

This thunderstorm had begun early that morning and was still happening as she and Tighnari had started their patrols. When she’d met up with Tighnari to begin the patrol she couldn’t help but notice that he looked a bit pale, his ears which would normally be sticking through the holes on his hood were laid flat.

Each time thunder cracked and rumbled through the sky his face would tense as if doing his best to hold back a grimace.

It was no secret that Tighnari’s hearing was extremely sensitive to the point where he avoid Sumeru city and Port Ormos if he had a choice in the matter.

Typically Tighnari didn’t often have patrols during thunderstorms with many of the other forest watchers lending a hand. However, with the uptick of tourists to Sumeru as of late all of the forest rangers were rather busy Tighnari included.

Tighnari looked over at Collei with a slight smile, although she can’t help but think it looked a bit strained. “I’m alright, it’s not the first time I’ve done a patrol during a thunderstorm,” he told her with a small chuckle.

Seemingly satisfied Collei returned his smile before she looked away.

Tighnari can’t help the small nearly inaudible sigh that escapes his mouth when Collei looked away, truthfully he’s far from fine at the moment.

His head is throbbing viscously, the ache and ringing in his ears brought on by the repeatedly booming thunder having ushered in a migraine. The dull ache at the base of his skull that he’d woken up too early that morning had rapidly blossomed into a harsh throb that streaked across his skull feeling as if someone had it in a vice attempting to crack it open.

With the migraine came other problems as well, exhaustion for one as the pain seemed as if it were gradually draining his energy bit by bit. The dizziness that had him moving even more carefully than usual, especially with the wet earth beneath his feet and the nausea that was stirring in his stomach leaving it feeling more than a little unsettled.

The headache seemed to spike sharply and Tighnari just barely bites back a whimper, gritting his teeth. The violent throbbing is so harsh he can feel it in his teeth, practically pulsing in his gums.

Thunder rumbles in the air, lightning sharply cracks the sky overhead and this time Tighnari does whimper.

His ears ache horribly, a buzzing hum filling them and he quickly reaches up pressing his hands over his ears as he screws his eyes shut as if trying to ease the dull ache behind them.

He doesn’t even realize he’s fallen to his knees, Collei’s worried shriek not reaching his ringing eardrums.

“Master Tighnari!”

He opens his eyes slightly, his hands clutching at his ears, however, he ends up squeezing them tight once more flinching when the rumbling thunder and flash of lightning feel as if someone is driving a metal spike through his eyes.

Somewhere in the back of his mind Tighnari has the vague thought that his migraines had not been this horrific in a long while.

Fingers brush his shoulder and he flinches,s unconsciously curling in on himself slightly. Through the waves of pain, dizziness, and nausea he can vaguely make out Collei’s worried barrage of questions.

Some part of him can’t help but feel rather ashamed for worrying her with something as needless as this, and he grits his teeth doing his best to force his eyes open slightly trying to ignore the nausea tugging in the pit of his stomach.

The world is a dizzying blur of colors that does nothing to help matters, so he chose to keep his eyes on the ground.

“It’s…merely…a migraine…” he told her, the words coming to him slowly the violent throb in his skull leaves him feeling as if his brain is being turned to mush.

He doesn’t see the alarmed look on Collei’s face at his words, but he does hear it in the words she speaks next.

“Let’s return to Gandharva Ville,” Collie said immediately.

Her hand goes to Tighnari’s arm attempting to help him to his feet but he flinches away from her his face pale as a sheet and his eyes squeezed shut.

“G-give me a moment…” he murmured his words punctuated by a wet-sounding hiccup.

“Is there anything I can do to help,” she asked as she leaned forward a bit to look into his face. This time when she reaches out to lay a hand on his shoulder, he lets her not surprised to feel her hand trembling a bit more than he was.

Tighnari’s eyes open a bit, his mouth parting as if he were going to say something a wet, hiccup leaving his mouth instead and Collei can briefly see his throat bobbing as if he were trying to swallow something.

In the next moment, Tighnari quickly turned away from her, his shoulders hitching and his cheeks briefly bulging out before a mouthful of slightly watery pale vomit burst from his lips splattering the ground.

Collei can’t help but give a startled yelp, wincing when she sees him flinch due to the noise.

“S-sorry…I’ll be fin-“ Tighnari slurred out only to be cut off when another wet, nauseated hiccup seemed to bubble out of him from deep in the pit of his stomach sending a larger gush of watery vomit spewing from his lips.

Tighnari coughed and spluttered, his head pounding as stars seemed to burst before his eyes with each violent retch. He feels Collei rest a careful yet trembling hand on his back, and a moment passes of him gasping for air before she slowly begins to rub his back.

Admittedly it’s soothing and yet as Tighnari’s stomach attempts to turn itself inside out one final time he can’t help the humiliation that stirs somewhere inside of him.

Honestly, if he had a choice, Collie wouldn’t be seeing him like this. But that’s just the thing, he doesn’t have a choice, so all he can do is sit there shivering and trembling, his eyes glassy with tears and threads of drool dripping onto the mess on the ground that was quickly being washed away by the rain.

Fatigue has long since set in and his brain feels practically numb, that horrible throb getting rid of any other thought at the moment.

He gives a shaky groan, closing his eyes as he sits back his ears laid flat as he does his best to get his bearings. His tail flicks out as he shudders before spitting off to the side in an effort to rid his mouth of the vile taste.

“M-Master Tighnari…”

Turning his head slowly Tighnari notices Collei holding out a small green handkerchief for him, which he takes with a soft word of thanks.

“We should head back when you’re ready, Master Tighnari.”

Normally Tighnari would insist that he was fine and technically he was, once the migraine faded he’d be right as rain. But he also knows that he can’t deny his current state considering what had just happened.

“V-very well, let’s head back,” he murmured more than a little eager to get away from the crackling lightning and roaring thunder.

#emetophilia #My writing #tighnari genshin #collei genshin #slight hurt/comfort #emeto fic #Genshin emeto #Tighnari really is adorable #Collei is trying her best #Set before 3.2 update

[lokigayforhela]

could you do one where Hela is the one who's pregnant instead of reader, and she's going through a rough pregnancy so the reader takes care of her

I apologize for disappearing so long. I got OC brainrot and couldn't write anything other than an au in which my OC girlfriend for Hela is a Valkyrie sent to fight Hela and things Go Wrong. Anyway, I hope this beast of a cute fic makes up for my absence, as well as the knowledge that I also have another, smuttier fic to upload tomorrow, too. Enjoy~

Rating: G

TW: Rough pregnancy

WC: 2958

“Look at it this way, darling. You get to do what you love most. Lying in bed and sleeping as much as you want.”

Hela scowled and crossed her arms over her chest, but you knew her well enough by now to know that it was more a defensive act than Hela harboring any real anger.

“I don’t want to spend the next two months doing nothing but staying in bed and eating and peeing. It sounds boring,” Hela grumbled, and you reached over to lay your hand on her belly gently, knowing it would calm the both of you down a little more.

“…we’ll talk more about this when we get home, okay?” You could tell there was something that Hela wasn’t quite saying, and you knew the back of a cab was the least appropriate place to discuss it, so you decided to hold off on any further talk until you’d gotten back to your apartment.

You kept an arm around Hela as you guided her to your bathroom so that you could run her a bath, fully intending on pampering her, now that you knew she was both in a not-so-great mood and because you knew she deserved it, with the long seven months she’d been through already, and as the water ran, you let your mind wander back.

When you’d first found out that your attempts to get pregnant had worked, you’d both been over the moon. Hela was excited to carry your child, and you were excited to be doing it with her, and everything had been absolutely perfect.

But the honeymoon phase had worn off rather immediately. Hela had quickly become miserable with morning sickness that left her in the bathroom for the better part of an hour most mornings, she’d had all sorts of aches and pains that came with her body preparing itself to give birth, and to top it all off, she’d tried to remain as present as possible, as the CEO of her own company, which had added even more stress than either of them had planned for.

But the real icing on the cake had been today, when you’d gone in for Hela’s monthly check-up and had found out that she had high blood pressure and was recommended bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy, which Hela had found less than ideal.

And all of that together, you mused, was causing Hela to have the standoffish reaction she was showcasing at the moment, and if you were being honest, you couldn’t blame her for it one bit.

“Come on… Out of these clothes and into the bath with you,” you cooed, going over to her so you could help her get out of her shoes without losing balance, and you were glad that Hela allowed the help. Even heavily pregnant, she had remained steadfast in her insistence that she was independent and didn’t need help.

Spoiling, on the other hand… That, she didn’t mind one bit, and you’d certainly been laying it on ever since you’d received the news.

You let Hela use your arm for support as she undressed herself and stepped into the tub, and when you turned around with the intention to bring a towel over for her, she caught your wrist.

“…join me?” Her voice had taken on a more vulnerable quality, and you knew that meant whatever it was that was bothering her, she was ready to talk about it, and so you nodded, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Of course. I’m just getting towels, I’ll be right back.”

You made quick work of fetching said towels, as well as undressing yourself, and as soon as you stepped into the tub, Hela sat up so that you could sit behind her, and settled down as soon as you’d gotten yourself comfortable.

For a few long moments, you just held her, arms wrapped around her waist and hands gently splayed against her belly, smiling softly when you felt the baby give a little kick as they moved, and as you waited for Hela to speak, you pressed gentle kisses to her shoulders and back, loving on her softly.

“…I’m just so worried that everything that can go wrong is going wrong,” Hela murmured after a heavy silence.

You nodded, and pressed one last kiss to her shoulder before settling your chin there. “…I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind, too. And goodness knows, you’ve had it rough this whole time.” You paused, rubbing her belly gently as you thought. “But the doctor said everything else looks absolutely normal. You’re healthy… Little bean is healthy… This happens sometimes. It’s completely normal, with first-time mothers. The doctor said so herself. And the bedrest is just… a precaution. To make sure things don’t go really wrong.”

Hela said nothing, but you could tell she was stewing in what you’d just said, and so you kissed her cheek gently before continuing. “I know you’re worried, that you’ll get behind at work, and that you’ll miss a lot by not going in, but you know… That’s what Zoom calls are for… Though I do think you should take it easy, even with that. I know how… stressed you get even just talking about work sometimes, so… I don’t know, maybe one call a week, to check in on things. Everyone else there knows what they’re doing and what you want. They’ll manage just fine, and you know that.”

“…I do,” Hela admitted in a quiet voice, and you moved your hands away as she moved herself to recline more against you, and you shifted with her, making sure she was as comfortable as possible as you looked down at her. “I’m just overthinking, and I know that.”

You nodded along with her. “Which is why I’m going to make sure you have all sorts of things to keep your mind off of work and everything else. I’ll make you a whole little basket, full of things to keep you entertained while you’re at home. All your favorite movies and books and snacks… Crossword puzzles, you like those… Sudoku, although maybe not, because you always get pissed when you mess up.”

That earned a laugh from Hela, and you smiled, relaxing a little more, now that she seemed to be doing the same. “…chocolates?”

“Only the finest of chocolates, for the finest of wives.” You laughed softly, and pressed another kiss to her temple, lingering there for a moment. “And when I’m home, I’m going to absolutely spoil you. I mean, even more than I’ve been spoiling you, and you know how much I’ve been spoiling you. I’m talking foot rubs whenever you want, back massages with body oil and everything… Hell, I’ll even be your own personal chef and cook you anything and everything you want. And if a craving hits you at three in the morning, I’ll go right out to the corner store and get you whatever it is. Pickles and peanut butter, a gallon of ice cubes. You name it and it’s yours.”

“Mm, what would I ever do without you?” Hela mused, in a playful tone that sounded much closer to her usual self, and you hummed softly.

“You’ll never have to know.”

A more comfortable silence settled over the both of you, and you reached for a washcloth, wet it, and got it soapy before taking to gently lathering Hela as she sat up.

“…y/n?” When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, and hesitant again, and you fell still, anticipating what she was about to say. “What happens if I… if I meet the same fate as my mother?”

It was just what you’d expected her to say. Ever since she’d been pregnant, Hela had been consistently worried about dying in childbirth, as he own mother had, and you’d let her worry to you about it every time that the concern crossed her mind. And you had to admit, you were a little terrified that something that drastic might run in the family.

All the same, you kept a level head as you hummed softly. “…we live in different times now. We have better doctors, better technology, more advancements. Even if, heaven forbid, something was to go wrong in the delivery room, I think the nurses would be prepared to do anything and everything they need to. But I don’t think it’ll ever come down to that. You’re my brave, strong girl. And I love you. So much.”

You pressed a kiss to her shoulder and let the washrag sink to the floor of the tub as you wrapped your arms around her again.

“I don’t want you to worry about that anymore, darling. And I know that’s a difficult ask of you, and I understand it’ll come up again. But just… trust me. You’re going to be just fine.”

Hela gave a single hum of acknowledgement, and made no move to speak, so you settled for kissing her shoulder again and going back to washing her.

Hela would come around, on her own. And if she didn’t, you’d be there to help her every step of the way.

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“What’s all this?” Hela looked up at you in mild amusement, straining to see you over the mound of goodies you’d stuffed into a basket you’d bought to keep by the bed.

“I told you I was gonna spoil you!” You sat the basket down on the bed and plopped down next to Hela, pulling your feet up so you could sit cross-legged as she looked between you and the basket. “Go on, take everything out! I’ll put it all back in once you’ve ensured everything is up to your standards.”

Hela rolled her eyes, but you hadn’t seen her smile this much since the doctor had put her on bedrest a few days ago.

“Alright, alright, give it here, then.”

In lieu of tugging the, admittedly very heavy, basket over to Hela, you simply pulled on one part of it until it came tumbling down on its side onto the bed, spilling its contents across the bedsheets.

“Okay, I see this blanket looks extremely fuzzy and very warm,” Hela pulled the soft, emerald green blanket you’d rolled up toward her, running a hand over it.

“For those pregnancy chills you get sometimes,” you explained, smiling when she draped the blanket over her lap. “Keep going, keep going, there’s, like… thirty things in there.”

“I see… Ten different DVDs, Y/N, you know we have Netflix, right?” Hela looked over at you and you simply shrugged.

“Speaking of, we also now have Disney+, Hulu, HBOMax, Paramount+… Am I forgetting something? I don’t know. But remind me to cancel all those subscriptions once the baby’s come. I mean, unless you want to keep them all, which is fine, too.” Hela gave you a look, and you smiled innocently. “What? I wanted you to have options.”

Hela said nothing else on the matter, and turned back to the basket. “True to your word, I see two different crossword books… And I see you traded the Sudoku idea for an adult coloring book and colored pencils.”

“They’re supposed to be calming.” You nodded sagely, earning a laugh from Hela.

“And when I tear all the pages out in sheer frustration?”

You grinned. “It came in a ten-pack, so…”

“Right. Of course you thought of that. What else have you hid in here…” Hela pulled out no less than ten different packages of her favorite chocolates and other snacks, ranging from somewhat healthy to bordering on sugar-rush inducing. “I don’t think I should be having some of this stuff, with the little bean still cooking.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t~” you sing-songed, beaming when Hela rolled her eyes fondly and set the pile of treats aside. “Massage oil. Y/N, how adult of you.”

You scowled playfully, nose wrinkling. “Get your mind out of the gutter, it’s not for that.”

“I mean, it could be…” Hela wiggled her eyebrows in a manner that was more comedic than anything else, and you snorted.

“Bedrest, Hela, not bedsex.”

“Well, why not both? I hear it’s good for me.”

This time, it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Moving on, please.”

“Oh, we’ll revisit this discussion later.”

“Mmhmm.”

You fell silent as Hela took out a few more items: a five-foot long charging cord (“So you don’t have to reach”), a portable charger (“So you don’t have to turn over to reach”), and a handheld, battery-run game that boasted including over ninety-nine different games.

“You really think I’m going to be bored, don’t you?” Hela mused, setting everything to the side.

“I mean… I would be, if I had nothing to do but sit in the same place all day every day for the next two months, and…” You trailed off as Hela cut you an absolutely annoyed glare. “…I’m not making things any better. Sorry.” You decided it was in your best interest, then, to shut up, and instead nudged a few more items from the basket toward Hela.

“’What To Expect When You’re Expecting,’ darling, don’t you think it’s a little late in the baby-making process for a book like that?”

You shrugged a shoulder. “Just something to read. Again, I mean, since we read it, like… six months ago. I bookmarked parts that might still be useful to you. Like breathing exercises and stuff, and what to do if you get Braxton-Hicks contractions, and what to do when your water breaks and you get real contractions.”

“…fair enough. I see you’ve thrown a healthy mix of other genres in here, as well. Cheesy romance, young adult… children’s books?”

“To practice your mama reading voice,” you nodded, already smiling at the idea of Hela reading in a hushed tone to your baby while they slept in their crib or against one of your chests as you sat in a rocking chair.

“I think I’ll leave the mama voice to you, can you imagine me cooing? It would be laughable.”

“Actually, I can imagine it, and it’s extremely endearing and it makes me fall even more in love with you, so.” You accentuated the end of your sentence by sticking your tongue out, earning a huff of a laugh from Hela as she reached for one of the last items.

“’Ring for a Kiss,’ hm?” Hela smirked up at you, giving the bell a test, and this time, it was your turn to laugh as you leaned over to kiss her.

“Well, they didn’t exactly have one that said ‘Ring for Your Wife To Come Dote On You and Bring You What You Need.’”

“Mm. Too lengthy.” Hela nodded in agreement and set the bell aside before picking up the last item you’d tucked away in the basket, a small, black velvet-covered box, which Hela regarded with narrow eyes before glancing up at you.

“Okay, okay, so this one isn’t so much something to entertain you as it is a… thank you, I guess,” you muttered, suddenly feeling a little shy.

“…for…?” Hela prompted gently, waiting for you to explain before even thinking about opening the box.

“For… this, I guess? For carrying our baby. For making all the sacrifices you have, to keep yourself and our baby safe, and for still loving me through it all,” you explained sheepishly, worried Hela would find the idea, and the gift, laughable.

But Hela only smiled softly as she finally pried open the small jewelry box, carefully pulling out a gold chain with a modest infinity charm attached to it. “Y/N…”

“I thought we could add the baby’s name on it… Once they’re born and we have the right name for them… And then maybe we could keep doing that, if we decide to have more. But I promise right now, I’ll carry the next one. It’s only fair, after the absolute nightmare you’ve had to live through the past few months.”

“I’d do it all over again, for you. For us,” Hela murmured, holding out the necklace to you and moving to hold her hair out of the way so you could gently fasten it around her neck, which you did immediately, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as soon as you’d finished.

“I love you. So much.” You didn’t say it because you felt the need to. You just did. Needed Hela to remember that.

“And I love you. Always.” She turned around so that she could kiss you properly, lingering even as she drew back. “I’m so incredibly lucky to have you in my life, to take care of me and watch over me, and absolutely spoil me.”

You smiled softly, nuzzling your nose against hers. “And this is barely scraping the surface, just so you know. I’m not going to let you do a thing without me being there to help you. Just so we clear that up right now.”

Hela laughed gently, wrapping her arms around your neck to keep you close. “My hero.”

“My entire life,” you whispered in response, kissing her again and gently curling your hand around her belly. “Both of you. I’m gonna take such good care of you. Forever.”

“And we know that.” Hela kissed you again, and it felt so comfortable and warm and happy that you couldn’t help but to smile as you drew back.

“…okay, maybe bedsex just once…”

Hela only laughed. “You’re cleaning the bed off first.”

You flung yourself over with a dramatic sigh. “Must I sleep in the bed I made?”

But you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so entirely complete in your entire life than you did right in that moment.

#Hela x reader #Hela Odinsdottir x reader #Hela #Hela Odinsdottir #Marvel #fluff #pregnancy fluff #pregnancy #slight hurt/comfort #mama!Hela #anonymous #ask #answered #thank you for the ask!

[initiumm]

It was one of those nights Kaeya dreaded so much. Many years had passed since that day. Why is he still keeping himself awake because of it? His relationship with Diluc had been fixed, and though they still had some small discussions, he had nothing to worry about, not anymore. Diluc loves him and that’s what matters.

Perhaps it was the rain pouring outside, it brought back so many unpleasant memories. He had managed to fall asleep, but had a very unpleasant nightmare and when he woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, many raindrops were violently hitting the glass of his window. He tried to fall back asleep, but no matter how much he tossed and turned, his mind wouldn’t let him rest.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Diluc’s pained expression that day, about their fight, about how their relationship was almost burnt to ashes. It took him many years to rebuild it. to get where they are now, but he can’t help but wonder about the what if’s. What if they fight again? What if he loses Diluc, once again? He wouldn’t be able to bear with it. Without even noticing, tears started to fall from his uncovered eye. He hated overthinking, he hated when his mind wouldn’t even let him sleep in peace. Why does it have to be that way? Why can’t he just let go of his burdening feelings?

He was so deep in his rather annoying feelings he failed to hear the knock on his door. At this hour? Who could it be? He said nothing, perhaps it was just his imagination and even if someone did knock on the door, he didn’t want them to see him in this deplorable state. He only reacted when he heard a soft voice calling for him from the other side.

“Kaeya? Can you please open up?” Diluc urged. He knew something was wrong, and he also knew Kaeya would never leave him out, not again.

“It’s open, come in,” Kaeya said with a slightly broken voice. At least Diluc was here.

As soon as he felt Diluc’s weight on the bed he snuggled against him, searching for his comfort. He soon felt his hair being softly stroked.

“Another nightmare?”

“How did you know?” Was he that easy to read?

“It’s raining. I know you hate rainy nights so I came here to keep you company.”

“You know me so well, don’t you?” He mumbled. He was already starting to feel sleepy. How come Diluc has such effect on him?

“Kaeya?”

“Mhm?”

“I love you. And I’m always going to be here for you, to reassure you, no matter what. You’re not alone.” The red haired spoke with such conviction Kaeya could easily start crying again.

“I know… I love you too, Luc,” he said as he lazily wrapped his arms around his lover. “Thank you for coming all the way here, I really needed you.”

“It’s okay, Kae. You can rest now.”

In just a matter of seconds, Kaeya was sound asleep in Diluc’s arms, and the latter followed him shortly after. Just being together was more than enough for them to be at peace, free from the turmoil the past brought them.

#i wrote this instead of sleeping #kaeluc #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact #slight hurt/comfort

[farfromstrange]

Another preview because why not?

NSFW (18+)

[…] Only when his breathing had slowed, did Matt trust his voice again enough to form a logical sentence. “Thank you for doing this,” he said. 

“You don’t have to thank me,” she resisted the urge to run a hand through his messy hair, “I told you, I wanted to do this. You deserve to be taken care of too, you know. You don’t have to worry about me all the time. I’m a grown woman,” Eliza said, “And you’d know if I was lying.”

“I know.” He closed his eyes. “I just feel bad that you didn’t… you know, cum. You probably didn’t even enjoy it.”

She propped her head up on her elbow, smiling at him, and he turned his head in her direction. “I don’t need to be the one to cum first all the time, Matt. I enjoyed myself, believe me. It felt good to see you like that for a change. Made me forget about everything else.”

“You-” he swallowed, blushing once again. “The things you said…” She expected him to tell her he didn’t like it or that she did a bad job, perhaps, but he took her off guard with his actual answer. “When did you become so dirty?” […]

She was just born this way <3

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock imagines #human disaster matt murdock #matt murdock x female!oc #foreigner's god #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fluff #slight hurt/comfort #snippet #marvel #matt murdock x ofc #matt murdock x original character #original female character #matt murdock is a mess

[sevcasejay1chicago]

History- Matt Casey

Request: @firecaseyandseveride

The history between Casey and Dawson from season 2-5 with starting to date, engagement, break up to getting pregnant. But Dawson doesn’t exist just Y/N, and without miscarriage.Y/N don’t want to get back with Casey only because she is pregnant.The rest I leave for you

Author’s Note: With a lot of ground to cover, I went with the best way I could manage this ask! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of character(s) death, cursing

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Did I make the biggest mistake of my life? Possibly. Do I regret it? Maybe. At this point, there was no turning back as I looked down at the test in my hands. I’m pregnant and Matt Casey is the father.

Our relationship is practically nonexistent at the moment. A one night stand to comfort each other has brought us here, but he doesn’t even know it yet. Knowing Matt, he will want to get back together, but for the baby. Sighing, I stand up and put the test back in its box before washing my hands. God, I’m so scared and completely unprepared. Telling Matt would have to wait.

A few days later, while I’m tending the bar at Molly’s, Matt comes storming in. We lock eyes and he immediately comes to me. “What the hell Matt?” I ask, putting down the towel I have sling over my shoulder and grabbing his hand, pulling him into the back room.

“Y/n. I know things have been really weird between us. I know I haven’t been the same since my head injury. Not to mention me having the Darden boys and Shay’s death, I know our relationship hasn’t been the best.” Matt said, taking my hands in his. “I wanna change that. I realized that I could have lost you today and I would have so many regrets. I love you Y/F/N.”

I looked at Matt in shock. “Matt. We need to talk.” I said, taking my hands from his and stepping back. “Let me go tell one of the guys I’m leaving. We can go back to your place. I’ll meet you there, okay?” I said, patting his shoulder as I left, not letting him give me an answer.

I quickly walked back behind the bar and grabbed Otis by the elbow. He turned and leaned down to hear me over the loud noises in our crowded bar. “I gotta go. I’ll explain everything later.” I said, letting the urgency leak into my voice.

Otis stood straight, turning his full attention to you and looking at your face. You were pale and slightly sweaty. He could see the emotions flashing across your face. “Yeah. Go. I got it.” He nodded, patting my arm gently. “Let me know if you need anything.”

I nodded, replying with a quick, “Thanks Bud.” I turned and grabbed my bag and jacket from under the bar, tossing the jacket on and fiddling in my purse for my keys as I walked out. I jumped in my car and drove quickly to Matt’s apartment.

Arriving outside of his building, I sat in my car and took a few deep breaths. Whatever happened next would change our lives forever. Once I got my breathing under control, I walked inside and took my time getting to his door. Seconds after I knocked, the door was thrown open and Matt was ushering me inside.

“Want anything to drink?” Matt offered, figuring this conversation would last a while.

“Water would be good.” I replied, taking my jacket off and hanging it on the hook before going to sit in his recliner as I watched him grab some water from the kitchen.

Matt came back and handed me my water before sitting down and opening his beer. “So, what did you want to talk about?” Matt asked, trying to stay calm as he sat back and looked at you.

You had your head slightly bowed, afraid to look him in the eye. “Before I tell you, I want to make myself clear. I don’t not want to get back together because of this. I mean. We really have a lot of history together, which I’d like to discuss before I tell you what I want to tell you.” I spoke, shaking my head to try and get rid of the nerves. “I need to know that my close call today isn’t the only reason you suddenly feel like you love me or have regrets.”

Matt sat forward, placing his beer on the table and looked at you. “What do you mean?”

I sighed and sat back, trying to put some distance between the two of us. I could easily let Matt pull me right back into his orbit, but I had more to think about right now than just myself. “I mean, we’ve been friends for years. I helped you with Andy’s boys, after Hallie’s death, and you’ve helped me with Shay’s death and through the fire academy.” I started, finally looking to meet his gaze. “Hell Matt, we were engaged for a while there and it all fell apart. I mean we were so destructive with each other that it caused our breakup .How do I know it won’t fall apart again?” I said, searching his eyes as I spoke.

Matt’s eyebrows furrowed as he placed a hand over his mouth and sat back. “We just gotta try.” He simply stated, putting his hands in his lap. “I know we’ve had a rough go of it. I’ll be the first to admit that I was at fault for a lot of it, but Y/n, I really want to try here. Today was a wake up call. We may have a lot of history, but I can’t live without you.”

“Matt. I love you. I do, but we’ve been going back and forth for three years now. I’m on your truck. Your my boss. What’s that going to do to our relationship?” I asked. Quickly getting fed up, I stand and make my way to the door. “I just don’t think it’ll be a good idea Matt. I’ve got other things to think about.” I said, shrugging on my coat.

Matt hurried to catch up, standing slightly in my path to the door. There was room for me to go around him and leave, but his eyes grabbed my attention. “Like what? Can you just think about us for a second? Please Y/n.”

I sighed, closing my eyes and trying to focus. “Damn it Matt. I’m pregnant!” I shouted, throwing my hands in the air. “I’m pregnant and it’s yours and I won’t get back with you just because it’s yours. Okay? That’s what I have to think about!” I finished, letting angry tears fall as I looked at Matt and waited for his reaction.

Matt stood stunned for a few seconds before running a hand through his hair and over his face. “Wait. So, your pregnant.” Matt said, forcing the words out. “An-and it’s mine?” He asked, taking a few steps back to lean onto the wall.

I nodded, wiping some tears from my face. “Yes Matt. I’m pregnant and it’s yours.” I whispered, putting my hands into my pocket to stop myself from reaching for him.

Matt nodded, not looking at you. “Right.” He whispered. “What do you want to do?” He finally asked, looking up to meet my eyes.

“I’m keeping it.” I stated, rocking back and forth on my feet. “You’re more than welcome to be part of it’s life, but given our history, I don’t know if we should be together. I won’t be with you just because I’m pregnant with your child.” I stated again, needing to make myself clear.

Matt nodded and blew out a breath. “What if I love you? Not just because of you being pregnant. I meant what I said at Molly’s and earlier.” Matt said, finally straightening up and coming toward me. “I love you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I want to make this work.” Matt said, wiping tears from my face.

I let him wipe my tears, closing my eyes at his touch. God I miss his touch. “Matt.” I whispered. If only this man knew the pull he still had on me. “I’m scared.”

Matt sighed, leaning up to kiss my forehead. “I know. It’s okay. I’m scared too.” Matt admitted. “I’m here no matter what you decide.” He reassured, stepping back and running his hands down my arms until he was able to pull my hands out of my pockets and into his.

I nodded and looked down. I wasn’t showing yet. All I could see were my hands intertwined with his. It felt natural and so so right. “I’m willing to try, but I won’t stay with you just because I’m pregnant. If I feel like this isn’t working, I’m getting out and you just go back to being my friend and this baby’s daddy. Okay?” I finally caved, looking up to meet Matt’s eyes.

Matt smiled, tears pooling in his eyes. “Okay.” He agreed, nodding before he leaned up and kissed my forehead. “I love you. Both of you.”

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how about a little spine angst/fluff if youre feeling up to it? 😳 i was thinking maybe how does he feel when his crush or s/o see him in his snake form for the first time accidentally and they either freak out or are accepting of it? up to you what direction! ❤️

Here you go! I decided to give it a happy ending- my heart can't take an angsty end. Sorta short but I hope you enjoy it!! There's not enough snake The Spine appreciation out there

CW for insecurity and crying

You knocked gently on the door of the Hall of Wires, waiting for a second before poking your head in, a grin on your face. You had woken up a few minutes early so you could be the one waking The Spine up, instead of how he usually was the one waking you up.

The Hall was abandoned, as far as you could see. You grinned evilly, closing the door behind you. “The Spine?” You called out gently, taking care to not be too loud.

There was no reply and you snuck deeper into the Hall, looking left and right for your maybe-kinda crush. Oddly enough, he wasn’t there. You shrugged going deeper into the Hall of Wires. You’d find him eventually.

»——•——«

It had been about three minutes and you had yet to find The Spine. You checked behind another wire curtain, starting to get nervous. Peter had said that The Spine usually slept in here, maybe you had missed him? Maybe he wasn’t even in here at all?

You had devolved into a self-doubting mess and were just about to leave when you heard a soft humming, sounding roughly like what The Spine sounded like. You froze, straining your ears for the source of the sound. There it was again, coming from behind that mess of wires!

You poked your head sneakily around the tangled heap of wires and there lay a ball of wires, woven in a way that would mimic a bird’s nest. You tiptoed over, peeking over the rim of the nest to look inside. Lo and behold, there lay The Spine.

Well, part of The Spine. He was just a head with a tail-spine thing, no body to be seen. It was jarring, but he just looked so cute. “Awwwww!” you quietly cooed, covering your mouth to keep your adoring squeals quiet.

You pulled out your phone and took a few quick photos of him, still in awe of how adorable he looked. After fawning over him for a few more minutes, and taking some more pictures, you finally decided to do what you had come to do. “The Spine? The Spine, c’mon, wake up now,” You said teasingly, tapping the robot on the skull lightly.

The Spine stirred, his optics opening but not glowing yet. “Hmm? Wha?” He murmured, blinking and raising his head sleepily.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft ‘aww’, a grin making its way onto your face. “C’mon, lazybones. Get up,” You said playfully, tapping him on the head again.

He blinked again, this time his optics glowing bright. He squinted at you before his optics went wide, a look of panic going over his face and his photoreceptors going dim. “Y-Y/N!! Oh no, I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to see me li-like this-” He stuttered, wires hurriedly wrapping around his tail and lifting him up, starting to pull him into the tangled layer of wires that hung overhead at all times in the Hall.

“Why? You look absolutely adorable!” You said before you could stop yourself, freezing when you realised what you had just said.

The Spine froze too, gaping at you in surprise. “I-I’m… adorable?” He asked in shock, the wires lowering him a bit.

“We-Well, yeah? Yeah kinda maybe-” You stammered looking down and fiddling with your hands, hoping that he couldn’t see your blush in the red light.

“I…I don’t look creepy?” The Spine sniffled, drawing your attention. Was he crying?!

You turned to see that he was indeed crying, thin rivulets of oil trickling down his faceplate and dripping off of his chin. “Of course not!” You cried, cupping his face and brushing away his tears instinctively.

He leaned into your touch, the end of his tail wrapping around your wrist. It was cool and segmented, like his hand would have been. “R-Really?” The Spine asked shakily, 

You nodded, brushing away the rest of his tears. “Yeah, Spine. You look just fine,” You said, offering a comforting smile.

He smiled, his photoreceptors glowing a bit brighter. “Th-Thank you…” He said shyly.

“No problem. Now, how do we get out of here?”

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