#emotional hurtcomfort

[blondiest]

i am in a crying mood so more details about my love, mine all mine would be delightful!!

HIII snap <3 ^_^ heheh this one is a Mello POV followup to it's you and me, that's my whole world (which, despite the tswift title, was actually mostly inspired by francis forever)

Mello gives herself time, first, to recover.

She is patient. Uncharacteristically so. She lays there and holds Near and soaks in the feeling of the new world. She whispers sweet things to her beloved, the girl she almost died for, the girl she would kill for, her sole possession on this awful, fucked-up planet. She allows herself every moment of tender, adoring indulgence that she was once so fucking afraid of, entwined fingers and promises of forever and slow, beautiful, easy kisses.

And then, eventually, she needs more.

send me the name of one of my WIPs and i'll give you an excerpt or tell you something about it :-)

#meronia #my writing #asks #ty for the ask!! <3 #bc of its predecessor we are leaning heavy into the corny emotional hurtcomfort vibes.

[babygorewhore]

Unrequited Love

You’ve been best friends with Rafe Cameron since childhood and you have deep feelings for him you can’t control. But when you tell him, it goes horribly wrong.

So I was in a car accident today and this idea hit me. Warnings! Angst! Hurtcomfort! Car crash! Injury and violence! W.C over 2k

Rafe Cameron only had a soft spot for one person. And that was you. Unfortunately, he only saw you as a friend. His best friend at that. You had known him since you were in kindergarten and grown up together. You were in college now while he ran the Cameron empire. So he didn't have as much time for you. But before then, you were always at his house. At his parties. At the beach.

And you were madly in love with him.

You loved his personality as insane as he was, his charm and his protectiveness. You felt like you were the only one he liked. His ray of sunshine. Or figuratively sometimes.

But he never seemed to meet your emotions. The times where he had stayed over, he slept on the floor or the couch. Or vice Versa when you pretended you wanted a sleepover with Sarah, he left you to your own devices.

He was hot and cold. Sometimes he was affectionate. Slinging an arm over your shoulder. A hand on your back as he moved past. Or right now. At this party. He wasn’t paying any attention as he entertained a girl feet away from you. She swayed her hips as she threw her head back in a laugh. Everyone was having a good time. Drinking. Snorting something in the corner while you were standing alone watching him be with someone else.

You had dressed up in his favorite colored dress and heels. Your hair was down and makeup accentuated your eyes that you hoped one day he noticed. But he didn’t.

You gathered your purse, deciding to go home and you ignored the ache in your chest and turned. But you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Rafe stood in his shorts and black and white shirt. His hair was mused and you noticed lipstick staining his lips. “Hey, are you leaving already? What’s going on?”

You didn’t know what overcame you but tears pricked your eyes and you cleared your throat. “Yes. I’m going home.”

“What? Why? Are you sick?”

“No, rafe. I’m not sick.” You gritted out. A slew of emotions hitting you. Anger. Jealousy as you watched the girl impatiently look at you both from the corner.

“Then-“

His hand went to touch you when you moved away. You remembered all the times you comforted him while he talked about his father and the weight of being the eldest. The times where he felt burdened and where he would sometimes sweep you into his arms whenever the roles were reversed. Even as a Pogue, he still treated you fairly.

The necklace you wore, it was a small gem of your birthstone that he got you as a high school graduate present and you actually accepted the expensive token. You subconsciously touched it and moved away from him. “Rafe, I can’t pretend anymore.”

Rafe eyebrows moved together as you cleared your throat.

“I can’t pretend that it doesn’t bother me that you’re with her. When I’m always here. And you ignore me sometimes. It hurts my feelings. I mean you’re my best friend. We’ve always been around each other-“

“Whoa, why are you being so clingy? It’s not like you’re my girlfriend. This isn’t anything more than that. You know I don’t date.” Rafe’s words cut you like a knife as you clutched at your stomach.

“That can’t be true. You can’t tell me it’s never crossed your mind. Rafe, come on. Please at least hear me out-“

“I can’t fucking do this right now. It’s a party for god's sake. Why are you being so dramatic? So what? It’s a crush. You don’t need to do all of this.” Rafe snapped and started to turn. “Now I’m gonna go back and let you clear your head.”

“It’s not a fucking crush, I love you!” You yelled at him before clapping a hand over your mouth with wide eyes.

“Then you’re an idiot.” Rafe realized too late what he said as people faced your direction with pity in their eyes before a few snickered at your expense.

Your chin trembled but you refused to cry in front of all these Kooks. “Fuck you.” You said slowly and turned.

You ran out to your car after kicking off your shoes and he didn’t even bother calling out to you as you reached your car. You slammed the door and immediately felt hot tears staining your cheeks. You set your phone down and started playing music as you drove through the incoming storm. You started crying harder as a favorite song of yours came on. That perfectly describes your feelings for Rafe and the time he saw a guy messing with you.

He saw him grab your ass. Rafe had beat the shit out of him telling him to stay away from you. He was always doing that. Telling you to stop being around men who were beneath you. And now you completely humiliated yourself with his harsh words. Of course he didn’t love you back. He never said that.

As you drove through a green light, you saw another car speeding through a red one through the intersection. You froze knowing that he wasn’t going to stop and you felt the crash first, slamming against your car as you felt yourself slam against the door, hitting your head. You saw stars as you slid across the road, your entire body on fire as your seatbelt snapped and the strap cut against your skin. The passenger window shattered and you felt glass hit your body as you were pushed against a tree.

Your vision went dark briefly as another car came to a stop. You could barely move. You didn’t know if anything was broken as blood dripped from your head and nose from your face hitting the steering wheel airbag.

“Ma’am! Oh Jesus! I’m calling the police right now!” A female voice was by your window and you lucidly looked at her.

“I’m in-im hurt.” You managed and glanced at your shattered phone. Rafes contact was ringing but you couldn’t move your arm to reach.

The pain hit you as the other car sped off, leaving you in a heap as you waited.

“Yes. She’s a young woman. It was a hit and run. Yes. She’s hurt. Badly. I don’t think she can move. Please hurry! Should I get her out?”

The woman’s voice faded as you passed out.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” You snapped awake at the sound of a booming voice. “Of course I know her. She’s-she’s my best friend. She doesn’t have any family here!”

It was Rafe.

You were in the hospital bed, a cast on your arm and a gown. You had a few bandages on your face as you blinked. You had dozed on and off as the police came and took your statement and insurance information.

They gave you a few mild pain killers for the broken bones as they tried to find you a ride home. The sweet older woman who had called stayed with you. Her name was Julie as she rushed into your room, pulling the curtain back.

“There’s a man demanding to see you. Says his name is Rafe Cameron.”

You tensed and shook your head. Tears streaming down your face from the horrors of your accident and heartbreak. “No. Tell him to go away.”

“Go away?” He came in then, moving past Julie and he looked horrible. His eyes were a blaze of rage and fear as he took in your state. His clothes got wet from the rain.

“Oh my god, he could have fucking killed you.” He rushed to your side as you looked at him with cold eyes.

“And why are you here?” You snapped. He pulled back.

“You were in an accident. Of course I’m here. She answered the phone for you when they pulled you out. And I’m-“

“Get out!” You yelled at him, sitting up despite the pain. “I’ve heard enough from you today. I don’t have time to get my heart broken again.”

“Wait-“ Rafe held his hands up.

“NO! I’ve waited already. I’ve waited for years for you to admit you felt the same way when you embarrassed me. You completely hurt me when you said I was being clingy. If anything, you are. I have been by your side for years. Always putting you first. Because I love you. And that’s why I did everything. Why I put up with your bullshit. Your fighting. The way you’ve treated people. I can’t deal with it. I could have died rafe and I would rather sit here alone in pain than be near you.”

Rafe’s own eyes welled with tears. “Please. I’m so sorry-“

“I don’t care.” You whispered icily. “Get. Out.”

And he did.

He left.

“Oh sweetheart…” Julie said. After being silent during the entire exchange. “I’m sorry, my dear.”

Hours went by as you wept into your pillow. Hating yourself for telling him off but you had to have self respect. You had to stay strong. You couldn’t let him think it was okay to speak to you that way. Even if you loved him.

What you didn’t expect was the man you loved to come back in, it was well past visiting hours but you didn’t doubt he probably paid someone off. Rafe held a pair of clothes, one was his shirt and your pair of pants. He had been in your apartment. He set them gently on the chair. He had changed and he interrupted you from fully losing your temper.

“Listen. I am so sorry for what I did. There’s no excuse for that. But I can’t leave you. Not again. I’m gonna fight for you just like you’ve always done for me. When my shit dad hurt me and you threatened him. The way you slapped rose in the face. You’ve alway been there for me. And-“ Rafe moved slowly over to you.

“I never said because I felt like I didn’t deserve you. I’ve never had someone love me and I was selfish. I never said how much you meant to me because I was afraid I would always end up losing you. It’s not an excuse but-I love you too.”

You sniffled as you processed what he said. Your heart was still broken as you laid in the hospital bed. Broken arm but something about him made you resist screaming at him again. But you couldn’t let him off the hook so easily.

“What did you do when you left?”

“I found that motherfucker and had him arrested.” Rafe said unapologetically. “I also beat the shit out of him.”

“Rafe!” You cried out and he held a finger to his lips.

“He deserved more, baby. For hurting you. I’d never let anyone get away from that. Even myself.” He sank to his knees on your side of the bed. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I swear to god, I’ll never do that again. I promise.”

He was fully crying now, something he never did in front of anyone. But you were still so tired. Tired of getting your hopes up.

“Rafe-you know I love you. But I’m scared you don’t mean it.” You said thickly as you tried to reel in emotions as he took your uninjured hand.

“I do mean it. I know I fucked up. But I won’t ever do that again, baby girl. I love you. And I’m so glad you’re okay. I was so scared you were going to, I can’t even say the words.” Rafe pleaded with you.

Finally, you nodded. “It’ll take some time but I do forgive you.” Because you always would. He was everything to you.

He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned forward. He pressed a gentle kiss to your head a few times.

“Ouch.” You giggled and he gasped.

“Sorry. I got a little too excited.” You leaned up and kissed him on the lips gingerly.

“Come here.” You made room and he laid next to you as best as his large body could. You ignored the discomfort as you felt him lightly as he possibly could stroke your hair.

It wasn’t perfect. And he would have to prove it.

But you did believe him.

@xxbutdaddyilovehimxx @xxhellfirebunnyxx @drewstarkeyslut @slvt4jamesmarch @marchsfreakshow @lesservillain @take-everything-you-can @emsgoodthinkin @redhead1180 @imyourdaninow

#Rafe Cameron #Rafe Cameron imagine #Rafe Cameron angst #rafe cameron one shot #Rafe Cameron hurt comfort #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe x you #Rafe angst #outerbanks rafe #rafe fanfiction #rafe fic #rafe x y/n #rafe x female!mc #drew starkey #drew starkey fanfiction #Drew Starkey imagine

[otpcutie]

Burning Bright (0.5k)

Summary (Stony, M): Steve asks Tony about a new friend of his.

Contains: Nonsexual D/s, puppy play, sub/puppy Steve, Owner/dom Tony, jealousy, reassurance, fluff, affection (more on AO3)

A/N: this includes a prompt I received for any pairing + "Oh, so they are just a friend, right? That's what you're telling me?"

@stonyauniverse fill: jealousy / @cap-ironman Stony Bingo fill: vulnerability / @cabottombingo fill: free space / @steverogersbingo fill: hair petting/brushing kink / @tonystarkbingo fill: kink: dom/sub / @hurtcomfort-bingo fill: care

Preview below:

“Oh, so they’re just a friend, right?” 

The question gave Tony pause. 

Steve may have sounded deceptively calm but his gaze had fallen to the carpet and Tony could see the emotions tightly wound in his body, giving himself away. 

His eyes flicked up to Tony’s, big and beautiful. It made his heart clench—they told him everything Steve was too afraid to say.

His voice was achingly shy, barely above a whisper when he rested his chin on Tony's knee, those distracting long lashes fanning his cheeks. “That’s what you’re telling me?”

♥︎ Continue on AO3 ♥︎ My Masterlist ♥︎

#stony #stony fic #stony moodboard #stevetony #otpcutie #otpcutie fics #otpcutie moodboards #ficlets #ao3: otpcutie

[evadne01]

Sweet persuasion

@larluce your sweet persuasion idea didn't get out of my mind, so I wrote this little omegaverse piece with Gwen that persuade Merlin to use the same method *wink*

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandom: Merlin (TV) Relationships: Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen & Merlin (Merlin), pre Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Additional Tags: Omega Merlin (Merlin), Omega Gwen (Merlin), Alpha Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Alpha Morgana Pendragon (Merlin), Awesome Gwen (Merlin), Hurt Merlin (Merlin), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sweet Persuasion, Protective Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Episode: s01e07 Gates of Avalon (Merlin), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Omega Verse, Merlin is cute and Arthur does whatever Merlin wants

Summary: In his attempt to keep Arthur safe, Merlin uses Gwen's advice: sweet persuasion

@thebo3bingo , prompt: crying

@seasonaldelightsbingo, Five nights at Freddy's: “When I’m here, you play by my rules”

@fandom-free-bingo, flight edition: Tears

@hurtcomfort-bingo: Care

#thebo3bingo #seasonal delights bingo #fandom free bingo #hurtcomfortbingo #fanfiction #hadrianpeverellblack #ao3 fanfic #merlin #fanfic #arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #omegaverse #omega merlin #alpha arthur pendragon

[feministfandomgeek]

Blitzo Whump / HurtComfort Fanart Rec List

Emotional and Physical (for on tumblr content check my #whump or #helluva boss tags)

Feel free to contribute in the comments or reblogs! (Updated April 25)

BlitzFizz

https://x.com/the_dishlicker/status/1769470260380610831

https://x.com/LadyLemon3/status/1771335556510736839

https://x.com/PCShnun/status/1772018427906888182

https://x.com/xuxidraws/status/1772518233846714703 (fanvid)

Loona & Blitzo

https://x.com/norrynator/status/1456539136593072128

Blitzo & Barb

https://x.com/renyeeeee1/status/1628428130565369856

Stolitz

https://x.com/GabyLykes/status/1455564226395836421

https://x.com/Shan_screaming/status/1780634161620938939

https://x.com/cerebrusdean/status/1681178654049714176 (comic)

----Part6https://x.com/cerebrusdean/status/1688348380907425792

https://x.com/haramibara/status/1770451865416941801

https://x.com/GabyLykes/status/1477683904907722756

https://x.com/Osya_Ban/status/1782076902989312090

https://x.com/chanuaree/status/1765842921587372279 (comic)

https://x.com/Valygow/status/1671514082879451136

https://x.com/chanuaree/status/1779969941556670667

https://x.com/haramibara/status/1779851478758518973

https://x.com/TeaTheKook/status/1624777199625834496

https://x.com/TeaTheKook/status/1732695034171158750

https://x.com/zero_lawliet/status/1779907354072354817

https://x.com/paldobeobe59670/status/1780248641745400280

https://x.com/Albablue7771/status/1779902301466947997

https://x.com/altpriince/status/1772707141595337118

https://x.com/paldobeobe59670/status/1726163216630456742

https://x.com/_sky_finance_/status/1780037018308804710

https://x.com/renyeeeee1/status/1733940126034837741

Just Blitzo

https://x.com/HellaBitterHaze/status/1782336372013179255

https://x.com/SicaSaikoo/status/1782944380128739728

https://x.com/Murrielberries/status/1783533105959129296

#whump #hurtcomfort #helluva boss #blitzo #helluva blitzo #stolitz #blitzfizz

[auserath]

"The reason I have anxiety"

Hurtcomfort Korangi fic

König was on temporary leave for unknown reasons for the rest of KorTac and task force 141, he was staying inside of his room for the most part and only came out every once in a while for food. He was even ignoring Horangi, distancing himself the best of his abilities.

During one of these lonesome nights, König had snuck out of his room wearing several layers as he went outside and into the winter cold, sitting on one of the benches on the running field while he watched the gentle snow fall that layered the dead grass. The sky was a dull grey blue and the lights of the streets and track lit up the area gloriously. The Colonel's eyes wandered the field as memories of his childhood flooded in, a shaky sigh escaping his lips as he lifted up his fleece scarf to cover his cold cheeks and nose.

The Austrian man had slightly shifted to be slouching compared to his usual well composed posture, sliding down a little to his butt was just barely on the bench and he was able to comfortably roll his head back and over the bench. His eyes closed while the cold flakes of frozen water hit his eyelids and forehead, for once not actually wearing his mask and keeping his hair pulled back and in a tight ponytail.

Though the Austrian wished he could take back the things he had done on his last mission to get him temporarily discharged, he still didn't regret it as he thought more and more about it. How he threw himself in the battle so recklessly, how he took fire from the enemy to protect his teammates.

"Ich bin ein narr.." Spoke König, his voice quiet and heavy with an emotional burden that only he knew he possessed, sitting still in the cold for what felt like hours until he looked up, his neck being stiff from the awkward position which elicited a groan of pain to come from him.

The cold air kissed his skin as he sat up from the now warmed spot on the bench, the snow falling off of his coat and pants while he stood upright and brushed off the half melted flakes. The echoed sounds of cars pulling around the base being the only sound aside from the quiet breaths and crunching steps of the tall man as he made his way around the track to clear his head.

Undenounced to König, Horangi was watching König from his window and sighed a little while the cold glass fogged up from where he was sitting in the barracks. Despite his gut telling him to stay inside, he got up and into some more weather fit clothes and put on his swampy green balaclava, glancing down at the carnelian bracelet König had made to have them match.

As the Korean man made his way out of the barracks, König had made his first lap around and ended up stopping under one of the track lights, the shadowing of his body making him smile while he played with his shadow for a little bit until the crunching of snow coming from his right woke him from his daze.

"Ah, Hallo Horangi. What brings you out here..?" Asked König, the fog from his breath escaping from under his scarf, a deadly silence filled the air before Horangi went over and gently took the larger mans hand into his own and urging for him to walk along the track again.

Although the cold was comforting to the two of them, they both couldn't help but feel awkward while they walked, snow catching on their eyelashes and hair while they walked along the asphalt.

"Why are you out here so late, King?" Horangi finally broke the silence, his accent being thick and difficult to understand due to the time of night and laziness since he knew the tall man could understand the words being spoken. König stopped for some time and slightly rolled his shoulders back, a strained sigh echoing out of his chest as a puff of fog came from his mouth.

While the cold air surrounded the two and the gentle breeze that flowed around the two, König had stayed silent despite being asked a question, his blueish grey eyes looking into the dull sky while the warm light of the lamps lit up their path, the snow turning a yellowish orange in the new lighting. After some time however, König's strides turned into slow, steady steps and he decided to speak after the awkward quiet.

"I've been... thinking is all. About our last mission." He said in response, his voice heavy with what seemed to be regret and guilt, which the shorter male of the two took notice of very quickly while he slowed with König's pace, shivering as the melted snow ran down his neck and touched his warm skin.

"About what exactly?" Horangi looked up, admiring the sky and the slight dull sky that comforted him, just being in the presence of his beloved... Partner? Friend? Whol knew, it was a situationship at the moment.

"Just... Ich weiß nicht, wie ich es formulieren soll-"

"König, English please"

"Ah-- My bad.. I don't know how to word it is what I said."

"I can tell, You have a lot on your mind..?"

König stopped while Horangi spoke, slightly pulling them back and into a tight hug. The sudden warmth against Horangi's clothed body contrast to the cold air took the breath from the man but he was delighted to see that König was okay with physical affection as of the current moment although had a hint of concern because of the suddenness of the action. His suspicions were confirmed the moment a quiet yet sharp inhale was heard from them.

"Bitte... Bitte verlass mich nicht... Nehmen sie mich nicht als Ihr beispiel" König struggled to speak while he took deep breaths, blinking away the tears that had been threatening to poke their ugly head out for the past few days. "Es ist mir lieber, dass du mich verlierst, als dass ich dich verliere..."

Despite not knowing a damn thing about what König was saying, he embraced them into his arms and put a firm hand on the back of their head while his other arm held around their middle lumbar, soft coos and lulls of sweet praise towards König came from Horangi.

"König... Relax and take a deep breath for me... Okay?" Horangi hushed to König, which only led the Austrian man to bear hugging them, shaking in their arms as he took some deep breaths as instructed but would hold it before letting go as if to gain control over his emotions, if not only for a little bit before letting go and relaxing.

Even with the two speaking, the place was silent as if the world had stopped for the two, the only thing that kept track of the time was their watches and the snowfall that piled around their feet.

"I-I am so sorry... I don't mean to burden you with my life issues, you don't even understand what I had said so please... Just ignore it." König muttered into their shoulder, his tone gentle and vulnerable, something Horangi never thought he would see from the colonel.

"No no, tell me. I'm your friend, I am supposed to be here." Horangi said firmly, lifting König's face so he could see the expressions they were making and so he could get a genuine response from them, his autumn orange eyes meeting the icy blue eyes that König had, being a perfect contrast. He removed his balaclava, his scarred up face and short black hair being revealed to show sincerity and genuine appreciation for his friend.

Although König had been trying his hardest to keep it together, the words uttered by Horangi caused him to break like shattered glass. Tears welled and burned in his eyes while his lip quivered, averting his gaze from Horangi with worry that him crying would change their point of view on him.

"I can't lose you... I don't think I could handle another loss." König spoke through voice cracks and sniffles, the tear streaks on his face growing cold as the wind blew on his face and his face burned with embarrassment, feeling pathetic and discouraged.

"Don't look away from me... Please. Let me see your eyes." Horangi grabbed König's face, his fingers brushing passed their ears while his thumbs rubbed away the tears that poured from his eyes. He had known that the man was going through things but had mostly kept to himself so he wouldn't feel like he was snooping on König, but in this moment he needed König to know that they were safe.

König flinched away from the touch, being reminded of his mother and pressing his face into their hands while he let out a whine, his eyes closing and his head tilting forward despite Horangi's request for him to look at them.

"Horangi... I have lost too many people, that's the reason I have such severe anxiety, for the fear if I get too close, they'll dissapear or they'll get taken right out of my hands... I have been so reckless thinking it'd be better if I were to go first but... I can't leave you." König had said as he rested his head back on Horangi's shoulder, biting his lip as his body convulsed while holding sobs and yells of frustration.

"I won't ever leave you... That I can promise you." Horangi said confidently as he wrapped his arms around their neck, one hand caressing the back of their head and ponytail while the other held the opposite shoulder close. He slowly began to guide the tall man inside, making sure to avoid main hallways and leading König to their room, rubbing their back while their steps echoed quietly through the barracks.

Once inside König's desolate bedroom, Horangi sat them down and helped removed their winter clothing before removing his own and laying them down. "There you are... Would you like me to stay?" Without a moments hesitation, König grabbed Horangi and pulled the shorter man down into his bed.

Horangi had yelped and slightly fell onto König, quickly apologizing before getting comfortable on the bed and slightly intertwining his legs with König's. He pulled their head to his chest and took out their ponytail, brushing their hair with his fingers while the blanket warmed the two up from being outside.

"I love you, König. Never forget that."

"I won't... I love you too, Horangi.."

#cod men #cod mw2 #korangi #König #Horangi #konig x horangi #horangi x könig #konig cod #konig #hurt comfort #fluff #angst #light angst

[summerwritesfics]

🫧So Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want This Time

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang, Sektor/Kuai Liang, Original Male Character/Kuai Liang Fandom: Mortal Kombat Length: 6966 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Abusive Relationships, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Choking, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Gentle Sex, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Controlling Behaviour, Angst, Angst With A Happy Ending, One Night Stands, No Aftercare, Aftercare, Self-Esteem Issues, Nicknames, Kissing, Bathing/Washing, Unhealthy Relationships, Healthy Relationships, Degradation, I know a lot of these contradict each other but they happen in different sections, All sex is consensual but definitely not healthy, None of the bad or unhealthy stuff happens with Hanzo/Kuai tho @hurtcomfort-bingo: Nickname(s)

Hurt And Comfort Bingo Masterlist

Notes: I wanted to write a fic sort of exploring Kuai’s growth in terms of relationships, and I actually felt the nickname prompt on this bingo card was an interesting way for me to do that. Basically this fic is from various points of Kuai’s life, framed around nicknames he’s received at some point. I really wanted to focus on the transition from unhealthy relationships to healthy ones, and how despite Kuai initially not coping in a healthy way, he eventually finds love and healing. So, head’s up, like it says in the tags, this fic does focus on some of the abuse Kuai’s suffered and it’s somewhat explicit in this one rather than implied or discussed as being in the past like it has in previous fics. I will say that the worst of it is relegated to the first part, so you might be able to skip ahead to the first line break and be fine, but be aware that it’s kind of a big part of the fic. Title is from “Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want” by The Smiths.

“You never learn, Snowstorm.”

Kuai Liang felt himself being thrown against the wall, pain blossomed in his side where hours earlier he’d been struck with a metal pipe. Seconds after he hit the wall, a hand wrapped around his neck and began to squeeze. He choked slightly, hands reaching up to claw at the hand while he stared Sektor straight in the eyes.

Kuai didn’t really remember when Sektor started calling him snowstorm, but now that he thought about it, the nickname really told how Sektor viewed Kuai. He was an oncoming storm, wild and out of control, completely unpredictable and impossible to tame. Unruly. Destructive. Uncooperative. Something that Sektor desperately wanted to get under his control.

“S-Sektor,” Kuai whispered, hoping that wouldn’t cause him to do anything rash. “Please.”

Sektor laughed bitterly, “oh now you want to grovel.” He lent in closer, face practically touching Kuai’s. “You were so mouthy and proud of yourself in front of my father.” Kuai just stilled under Sektor, not really wanting to provoke him further. “You realise that because I was assigned to dish out your punishment, every time you act out like a little bitch, it makes me look bad in turn?”

“Oh no, what a shame,” Kuai sarcastically replied before he could stop himself. The second it slipped from his lips, his eyes widened, watching the way Sektor’s face warped. “I- I- I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry.” Kuai felt the panic rise in his chest when his pathetic apologies were clearly not being accepted. “I am so sorry, I’ll be better next time I promise.”

To his relief, the hand around his throat retreated, only to feel himself being yanked forward. The world spun as he was thrown in a completely different direction, side protesting the action. He fell back onto something soft. Lifting his head, it took him an embarrassing couple of seconds to realise he was on Sektor’s bed, with Sektor himself standing above him.

He looked so god damn pissed, face twisted and teeth bared, his chest heaving from how heavy he was breathing.

“I-I really am sorry.” He didn’t know if this would work. He just didn’t want this to escalate, especially when he was already injured. He scrambled to sit up slightly. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’d fucking better,” Sektor hissed between his teeth. “This shit is why you haven’t earned a name yet.”

Kuai flinched at that. Somehow that hurt more than any physical blow Sektor could have delivered to him. Actually at this point Kuai wished it had been a punch. That would be easier to deal with. The fact he still had not received his codename was a very sore point. Most Lin Kuei got theirs in their early to mid teens, and yet Kuai Liang was 19 and had still not done enough in the eyes of the Grandmaster. He really didn’t know how much more he could give.

“Did I hit a nerve?” Sektor asked, voice dripping with poison. “Now you know how I feel every time you do stupid shit that reflects badly on me.”

“I’m sorry,” Kuai whispered, keeping his head low. All he’d done was ask for clarification on an order he didn’t fully understand. He’d just wanted to make sure he got it right, he really wasn’t trying to be disrespectful or disobey. Was that really a crime that justified this screaming and berating?

“Oh, you are always sorry, Snowstorm.” Sektor took a few steps forward, and then there was a hand hooking under Kuai’s chin and forcing his face up. “The problem is you’re never sorry enough to actually make any changes.”

He tried. As the Elder Gods themselves as his witness, he swore he tried. The expectations of him just always seemed to change, they constantly moved the goal posts and he couldn’t keep up. He swore they didn’t seem to do this with anyone but him. They’d already decided he was a failure, and they were determined to make that a self-fulfilling prophecy.

“I know. I’ll do better. I will.” He knew that he couldn’t. He would never be better, and they’d never accept he was even trying to be better. But if saying it would placate Sektor, it was worth lying his ass off about.

Sektor didn’t reply, just pulled away with an annoyed sigh. Thankfully Kuai was well versed at this point in distracting Sektor from his anger. He knew exactly what would turn this situation around.

He slid off the bed, allowing himself to kneel on the floor before Sektor. His hands reached to Sektor’s hips, loosely clinging to Sektor’s belt. He tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his side from the bruising lacing his ribs.

“Let me make it up to you,” Kuai purred, carefully tugging on Sektor’s trousers.

Sektor huffed, reaching down to slap Kuai’s hand away. Initially, Kuai assumed his advances were being rejected, until Sektor hissed at him “hands behind your back.”

Kuai gave a relieved sigh, putting his hands behind his back like he was told. As he did so, Sektor reached for his belt, undoing it and moving the fabric of his trousers down just enough for his cock to spring free. He was already half hard, clearly Kuai Liang’s pleading had begun to get him fired up. Typical. 

“Open your mouth,” Sektor ordered, reaching one hand to stroke his cock slightly, trying to coax it to further harden. Kuai did as he was told, letting his mouth hang open, ready and waiting for what Sektor intended to give him. Sektor tutted. “Of course you can follow these sorts of orders, whore.”

Before Kuai could do or say anything in retaliation, Sektor surged forward, lining his cock up with Kuai’s open mouth and thrusting in. With one swift motion, Sektor’s cock hit the back of his throat, causing Kuai to gag.

There was very little ceremony and certainly no foreplay. Sektor grabbed the back of Kuai’s head, using his hair as an anchor. The thrusts were fast and rough, barely giving Kuai a chance to prepare for the onslaught. He gagged a few more times, something he hadn’t really done in a while.

Sektor didn’t pause, and Kuai was okay with that. He could handle it, actually he rather enjoyed it. Being dominated, being subservient and submissive. It excited him in ways it probably shouldn’t. The fact his own cock was stirring in his pants was a testament to that.

“Fuck. At least there’s one thing you’re good at,” Sektor growled, throwing his head back and shoving himself in as far as he could.

Something about that made Kuai happy. It wasn’t exactly praise, but it was the closest to it he’d had in a long time. He purred around Sektor’s cock, pushing the flat of his tongue against the length as Sektor continued to thrust in and out. The loud groan told Kuai his efforts were appreciated. With Sektor setting the pace so thoroughly, it was the only way he could really contribute.

He wasn’t sure how long they were there for, time seemed to mean nothing when he could feel his knees start to ache from where they rubbed against the stone floor. His jaw painfully locked in place as Sektor used his mouth. The taste of precum smearing across his tongue with every thrust. Kuai desperately kept his hands clasped together, nails digging into the opposite hand in an attempt to stop himself from reaching down for his own cock. He hadn’t been given permission yet, and he knew Sektor would be displeased if he disobeyed now.

Suddenly, Sektor pulled Kuai forwards, until his nose was touching Sektor’s pelvis. Hands kept him still in place, as his mouth was filled with cum. The salty taste hit his tongue and the back of his throat immediately. Sektor rocked his hips back and forth a couple of more times, before finally pulling out with a wet pop. Kuai closed his eyes and swallowed, hearing the unmistakable sound of fabric.

When Kuai reopened his eyes, Sektor was turned away, fiddling with his clothing, replacing his cock in his pants. Kuai gave a happy sigh, and whispered “I love you.”

Sektor stilled, going completely rigid for a few seconds. He then continued to put himself back into place, completely ignoring what Kuai Liang had just said. It was always like this, but that was okay. Sektor didn’t have to say it back, Kuai Liang could vocalise it for the both of them.

“I need to go talk to my father, to fix your mess,” Sektor snarled, finally turning back to Kuai and pointing at his face. “You will stay right here and wait for me to return. I am not done with you. If I find out you have left this room at any point, you will regret it.”

Kuai took the hand in front of him, pulling it to his mouth as he kissed Sektor’s knuckles. “I’ll wait for you.”

Sektor gave a cruel laugh, the sort where it was clear that Kuai was exactly where the other man wanted him. He patted Kuai’s face a couple of times, before straightening himself out, and striding towards the door.

With a slam of the door, Sektor was gone, and Kuai was left still kneeling on the floor. He smiled to himself, letting himself lean back against the bed. He held his hands to his chest, as if his feelings were so large they were about to burst out, and this was the only way to keep them contained.

But… there were no feelings.

There were no butterflies, no heart palpitations, no feelings of breathlessness. All he felt was a deep sinking emptiness. Like his chest was completely void, his entire soul having been carved out of his body. His hand curled up into a fist, taking a deep breath to try and ground himself.

This was fine. Everything was fine. This was just how he felt after every encounter they had, he was used to it by now. He’d wanted it this way. Sure, Sektor wouldn’t say those three simple words back to him, but that was just what Sektor was like. He couldn’t say them, he couldn’t show affection because if anyone found out it would be seen as a weakness. Definitely not something the next Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei should be showing.

Yet Kuai could not deny that he craved it. He craved Sektor telling him he loved him. He craved soft touches and lazy mornings. Just the two of them holding each other close. Maybe if he was lucky, when Sektor became Grandmaster, he’d get what he wanted.

He closed his eyes, ignoring the hollowness and the tears that rolled down his cheeks, and imagined a future where he and Sektor did not have to hide anymore.

“From this day on, you shall be known as Tundra.”

Kuai bowed in respect towards Grandmaster Oniro, despite knowing full well this code name was yet another indication of all his deficiencies.

Tundra. Hardly the most intimidating of names, it sounded like it belonged to a cuddly puppy than a trained assassin. Maybe to some it would bring to mind harsh conditions and barren wilderness, but to Kuai Liang it just sounded… Soft. Like The Lin Kuei’s elders accused him of being far too often. They wanted him to be harsher, yet they gave him a name like that?

And the way Grandmaster Oniro looked at him, sneering and spiteful. As if this name was meant to twist in the knife representing the fact Kuai Liang would never be Sub Zero. He had accepted a long time ago that Bi-Han deserved the title far more than he ever would, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t hurtful to have it thrown in his face. That he’d never be good enough to be Sub Zero, even if something were to happen to Bi-Han.

But what could he say? He couldn’t voice displeasure at the name, that would just earn him even more trouble. They could even take his name away from him. Even if Tundra was given to him as an insult, he’d still worked hard to earn the name, he couldn’t lose it now just because he wanted to be a spoilt brat about it.

And really, he should be thankful that Sektor hadn’t wormed his opinion in and ensured his codename was Snowstorm. As in love as he was with Sektor, sometimes the way the man made every action he took towards Kuai into some weird power play made Kuai’s skin crawl. So, at the very least, for now Sektor didn’t have that kind of control over his life.

What the fuck will it be like when Sektor becomes Grandmaster? 

He pushed those feelings aside, straightening up from his bow and stating “I am honoured to be assigned my codename, Grandmaster.”

“As you should be,” the Grandmaster spoke in a condescending tone. “It took you far too long, but I will admit, you actually did a good job on the Benjamin Ward assignment. Maybe there is more to you than we initially thought.”

Kuai fought so fucking hard to not let his surprise show. The fact the Grandmaster even remotely acknowledged that Kuai had actually done something well was shocking. He had to remain passive however, he couldn’t let it show how much the praise actually meant to him. That’d be a good way to ensure he never received any recognition ever again.

“I hope to continue to prove my worth to you, Grandmaster.” He wasn’t stupid. He knew this would likely be the only time he’d ever get that kind of compliment on his work.

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves,” the Grandmaster grumbled, and any high Kuai might have been feeling from the compliment went crashing down around him. “You still have a long way to go before I will accept we made the right choice in not executing you a long time ago.” Despite the urge to lower his head at that, Kuai kept it held high, knowing that the Grandmaster was saying these to get a reaction. “But, your bloodline is a prestigious one, and even one such as yourself could pass on your cryomancy genes to the next, and hopefully better, generation.”

Kuai almost bit his lip at that. Passing on my genes. He wondered how the Grandmaster would react if he knew that most likely wasn’t going to happen. Sektor had made it pretty clear to Kuai that once he became Grandmaster, his intent was to keep Kuai as his consort. And well…

Children between them wasn’t exactly possible, biologically speaking.

Though he supposed there were always other ways for him to have children. Not that Sektor would ever let him do those. He was far too possessive for anything like that.

“Regardless. The title is yours,” the Grandmaster continued, blissfully unaware that his son was fucking Kuai senseless most nights. “I do hope that I won’t come to regret giving it to you.”

“You won’t, Grandmaster.” Kuai bowed again, and the Grandmaster gave a rough sigh.

“You are dismissed, Tundra.”

Kuai didn’t stick around to be reprimanded for disobeying such a clear direction. He turned on his heel and made his way to the exit of the throne room. Once he stepped out into the corridor, shutting the large heavy doors behind him, he let out a sigh of relief. He’d made it through that with only a few hurt feelings. Despite his disappointment at himself, it could have gone so much worse.

A grey blur caught his eye, seconds before Tomas' face loomed in front of his own, hands grasping Kuai’s shoulders and eyes wide.

“Well? What happened? Are you okay? What did they want? Can I do anything to help, Kuai Liang?” The questions came at a mile a minute and Kuai almost laughed in poor Tomas face. It was nice though, that someone was concerned about him.

“I think you mean, can I do anything to help, Tundra,” Kuai corrected with a small grin, watching Tomas' face fall in confusion before it lit up in pure delight.

“You got your name?” He asked, and Kuai nodded in response. “Yes!”

Tomas suddenly grabbed Kuai around the waist, hauling him up into the air and spinning him around. Kuai giggled, even knowing that if anyone caught them they’d both get in trouble for it. Tomas seemed to remember himself and his surroundings, and quickly placed Kuai back on the ground.

“Sorry. I was excited,” he explained, reaching to brush his hair out of his face and revealing a bright red blush across his features.

“You seem more excited about it than I am,” Kuai joked, although really, Tomas did seem to be more elated by the news.

“So, how do you feel, Tundra?” Tomas asked gleefully, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet and grinning ear to ear. Kuai gave him a small smile, it was hard not to with the energy that Tomas was radiating.

“I’m proud,” he said shortly, hoping the sweet smile was enough to hide his real thoughts. I’m a failure. 

“You should be,” Tomas cheered, throwing his arm around Kuai’s shoulders. He pulled Kuai close and lowered his voice to a whisper. “So, Cyrax and I were thinking about sneaking out later, and now we actually have something to celebrate, if you’re feeling like it.”

“Ah, you mean I get to break my first rule now I’m officially Tundra,” Kuai replied quietly, trying not to giggle too loudly. “You know I can’t resist that.”

“Great.” Tomas pulled Kuai into a small alcove. “We’re gonna slip out about 9pm, separately and then meet at the old watchtower. We’ll wait for about 20 minutes, so try not to be late.”

“Got it,” Kuai claimed with a grin.

Sure, he still felt useless, but at least he could try and put that aside by celebrating this minor achievement with two of his favourite people.

“Fucking take it, you slut!”

Kuai hissed as the man thrust inside him with speed and power. The man was holding Kuai’s wrists above his head with one hand, the other being used to occasionally grope and slap various parts of Kuai’s body. The problem was this man was obviously still holding back somewhat, and Kuai did not want that. He wanted to be absolutely ruined by this man.

He didn’t know the man’s name. He never knew the names of anyone he slept with, and he was just fine with that. In turn, they never knew his name either, in this setting he was exclusively known as either slut, or whore, or bitch. He made sure to find men who just wanted one night of rough no-holds-barred sex. One night where they could be as degrading as they wanted to be, because that’s exactly what Kuai Liang desired. He was tough enough to take anything they could throw at him.

Which is why it was annoying to him that this man was clearly holding back.

“Is this all you’ve got?” Kuai taunted, rolling his hips in time to the man’s thrust. When he saw the way the man’s face warped into displeasure, he knew he was about to get the reaction he wanted. “I can barely feel anything.”

The man responded by slamming the palm on his hand against Kuai’s face, hard enough to make Kuai’s head snap to one side.

Kuai laughed, “that’s more like it.”

“Fuck, you’re a masochist,” the man groaned, grabbing Kuai’s chin and forcing him to look at him again. “You really just want to be used as an object, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Kuai replied with a dreamy sigh, a lewd moan escaping his lips as the man's cock hit his prostate. God he was so close, he just needed a little more.

The man pressed Kuai’s wrists harder against the mattress, free hand roaming Kuai’s body, now with renewed purpose. Feeling at Kuai’s pecs, the touch was far more demanding, hard enough that it could possibly leave marks or bruises. Plucking at Kuai’s nipples and stretching them far longer than he should have. Running his nails down Kuai Liang’s sides, hard enough that Kuai could feel blood bead from where the skin split. Occasionally returning to Kuai’s face to slap him again.

This is what he needed. This is what he deserved.

All it took was one more hard thrust and Kuai Liang was coming. He arched his back off the bed and groaned. The man didn’t stop though, just kept thrusting and chasing his own pleasure. It was only when he gave a loud groan that Kuai knew he’d also reached orgasm. There was no feeling of being filled, the condom made sure of that. He would forever be thankful to Cyrax for pulling him aside as a teenager and teaching him of the dangers sex could present. No one else would have done so.

The man jerked his hips back and forth a couple more times, Kuai could feel him growing soft inside him. Eventually, he released Kuai’s wrists, pulling out and away.

Kuai lowered his arms to cover his face, making a satisfied noise. It had taken some provoking, but he’d gotten what he wanted in the end. He smiled to himself, panting and really soaking in the afterglow. The pleasure was still there, deep in his stomach, even as various parts of him began to ache from the rough treatment. That just amplified the bliss for him.

He was brought out of his stupor when he heard the sound of fabric rustling. He brought his arms down and shifted onto his side, watching as the man collected his clothes off the floor and began to put them back on. Kuai pouted slightly.

“Not going to stay for a second round?” Kuai questioned, resting his head on his hand and giving the most smolderingly lustful look he could give at that moment.

The man gave a tut and replied with “fucking hell, a bit insatiable, aren’t you?”

“So I’ve been told.” And he had. By many of the men he’d brought back here. Thankfully a lot of them were as sexually hungry as he was, and were more than willing to go all night until Kuai just couldn’t physically handle any more.

“I have work in the morning,” the man explained, and Kuai couldn’t help but feel it was a weak excuse. Who goes out to a bar on a night they have to go to work? “So… Yeah.”

“Right. That's… fine.” He tried not to sound disappointed. He was, but he didn’t want it to show. It’d been a while since he found someone up for an all nighter, and he’d hoped this would be one. But hey. When exactly did Kuai ever get what he wanted? “Thanks for the night.”

“Uh. Yeah, you too.” The man finished putting his clothes on, doing an awkward half bow and half wave as he turned to leave out the door. Kuai watched him go, no point in chasing after someone who didn’t want to be there, especially someone Kuai had no intent on ever seeing again after that night.

But now, he was left alone in his room with only his thoughts for company.

And quite frankly, they tended to be fucking awful company.

He pushed himself onto his back, and stared up at the ceiling. The pleasant feeling in his body began to fade, and all that was left was the ache. His sides stung from where the man's nails had dug into his skin, his chest was tender from how hard the man had squeezed it, his wrists were red and starting to bruise, his cheek was throbbing. And god damn, his ass was sore, deep inside as well, not enough that he was concerned there was damage but enough that it was hard to ignore.

But… this was what I wanted right? To be held down and used like a sex toy. To have someone dominate him so completely. To be fucked so hard he couldn’t breathe or walk right for weeks.

So… why was that empty pit in his chest opening again? The same one he used to get with Sektor. Why did he just want one person to stay with him after the fact and make sure he was okay? That was such a selfish wish, wasn’t it? The world didn’t revolve around him, it was unfair of him to ask for more, especially from strangers.

He ran his hand down his chest, wincing slightly when his fingers hit something wet. He brought his hand up to look at the cum now lacing his fingertips. He just stared at it, his previous high coming crashing down around him.

It wasn’t like he didn’t like the sex, he fucking loved it. At least, he loved it when it was happening. Yet somehow, every single time it was over, he was left feeling like this. Used, useless, craving for something more than the harsh hands he sought out. Something no one seemed to be able to give him. Something no one was willing to give him.

Maybe even something he would never receive.

He wanted to be loved. Some days he felt like his chest would burst from how much he wanted to love someone and have them return those feelings. Even now, after everything Sektor had put him through, he still fucking loved that bastard. But did Sektor love him back? Had Sektor ever loved him back?

Or was a sex toy all Kuai Liang could ever be to someone else?

His breathing hitched and his eyes began to sting. When he blinked to clear his eyes, he felt tears rolling down his face. This was so pathetic. He was a grown man crying over the fact no one would ever love him.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” he muttered to himself, placing his palm against his forehead. “So stupid.”

He closed his eyes, chanting the words so stupid to himself like a fucked up lullaby, waiting for sleep to claim him so that maybe in the morning he wouldn’t feel like such a piece of shit.

If love really did exist, it was clear that it was something the Elder Gods did not intend for him to experience.

“Hey! Grandmaster Blueberry Ice!”

Kuai smirked to himself, eyes closed and lying on his back in the middle of The Lin Kuei’s training courtyard. There was only one person foolish enough to call him by that nickname.

“Hello Jonathan,” Kuai greeted, opening his eyes to see, indeed, Johnny standing over him and looking down with a large grin on his face. “Can I help you?”

Johnny was a creature of habit. One of those habits was giving people the most ridiculous nickname’s Kuai Liang had ever heard. He was the only person who could give people those nicknames and walk away alive too. Kuai would never admit out loud that he was beginning to become fond of the Blueberry Ice nickname. Johnny was still the only person he’d allow to call him it, however.

“Just coming to ask a bit of a favour from my favourite Cryomancer,” Johnny claimed and Kuai gave a sly smile.

“I’m your favourite Cryomancer?” He teasingly questioned. “Or are you just trying to butter me up to get me to go through with some stupid plan you’ve come up with?”

“Excuse you, when have I ever come up with a stupid plan and tried to rope you into it?” Johnny asked, placing his hand on his chest in mock offence.

“Do you really want the list?“ Kuai sighed, pushing himself to sit up, before scrambling to try and actually stand. Johnny held out a hand, and Kuai took it, the other man helping haul him off the floor. “What do you need?”

“So, y’know I’ve been putting together a team with Special Forces?” Johnny asked and Kuai hummed in confirmation. From what Johnny had told him, the team consisted of 4 recruits, and while it sounded like they still had a long way to go in terms of working as a team, they did have a lot of promise. “Well, I was thinking about setting up a little test for them. Just to see how they might handle a difficult situation.”

“And I’m guessing you want The Lin Kuei to be their test?” Kuai assumed, with an eyebrow raised.

“Exactly. But I’m thinking of making it look real to them, y’know. Say that we lost contact with you, and need them to investigate.” Something about that caught Kuai Liang’s attention.

“Are you sure this is a test?” Kuai tilted his head slightly, trying to stop himself from laughing. “Because it rather sounds like you’re asking me to help you prank them.”

“Well, it being a prank doesn’t negate it being a test, it can be both those things.” Johnny shrugged dramatically and stuck his tongue out, and Kuai quickly put a hand over his mouth to hide his amusement. “So, what do you say? Wanna help me prank these kids?”

Kuai couldn’t stop himself from chuckling, shaking his head and saying “you son of a bitch, I’m in.”

“Great,” Johnny cheered, pumping his fist in excitement. “I haven’t worked out all the details yet, but it’ll be easier now I have you on board. I’ll let you know more as I know.”

“Well, why don’t we have a cup of tea and at least discuss some ideas.” Kuai gestured towards the temple.

“God that sounds good.” They both turned and began walking towards the temple, with Johnny bringing up his hands to his biceps and making a brring sound. “I always forget how fucking cold it is up here.” Johnny glanced Kuai up and down. “Doesn’t help you’re constantly walking around with your tits out.”

“Yes, well, I don’t feel the cold like you do,” Kuai said with a shrug. “I’ll light a fire for you, if you’d like.”

“Sounds good.” As they stepped inside, Kuai glanced at Johnny to notice an evil grin emerging on his face. “Speaking of fire…” Before Johnny could continue Kuai groaned, knowing exactly what was coming next. “How’s the Alliance with the Shirai Ryu doing?”

“It’s going well.” Kuai rubbed the back of his head, he wasn’t stupid enough to think the alliance was what Johnny was genuinely interested in. “Hanzo still seems a bit skittish around me, but it’s getting easier I suppose.”

“Uh huh,” Johnny drawled, closing his eyelids slightly and placing a hand on his chin. “So… You still haven’t told him yet, huh?”

Kuai choked on the air, face growing hot. Even knowing it was coming, the discussion of that particular topic still managed to get him flustered.

“No,” Kuai squeaked, hoping they wouldn’t run into any of his students. He didn’t exactly need them seeing him acting like a shy school girl over his crush. “I- I mean, it just seems like a bad idea, especially right now.”

“Is it a bad idea because you don’t think Hanzo will be able to handle your feelings, or a bad idea because you still have hang ups on if you deserve to be loved?” God damn, Johnny knew exactly which hard hitting questions to ask, and more importantly, how to ask them in a way that didn’t mean Kuai felt like he wanted to run for the hills rather than answer.

“A little of both, I guess.” He opened the door to his private quarters, stepping aside to let Johnny in first. He followed and shut the door behind him. “If there’s something that’s very clear to me, it’s that Hanzo very much still loves Harumi, and I do not wish to do anything that would get in the way of his grief.” He paused and sighed, “and well… You already know about the second one.”

“Okay. I am going to let you off this once, cause I agree that Grandmaster Grumpy Face is probably not ready for a new relationship.” Johnny reached forward and gently patted his shoulder. “But I do think you need to tell him how you feel at some point. Because otherwise, those feelings are just gonna eat you alive, and it’ll just get harder to say as time goes by.” Johnny gave him a smile. “And despite what you think, you do deserve to be happy, Kuai Liang.”

Kuai nodded, and smiled slightly. Really his feelings for Hanzo were new and, for the first time in his life, terrifying. He wanted love so badly, but he felt so guilty even thinking of asking that of Hanzo. Then there was that scary thought that even if Hanzo did accept his feelings, it would just end up how it did in the past. Mindless sex with little to no emotion. Kuai Liang giving his all and wearing his heart on his sleeve just for it to be stomped all over.

He didn’t truly believe that Hanzo would be so cruel and callous with him, yet there was a traitorous part of his mind that whispered “but what if he is?” 

“I will keep that in mind.” He would, he supposed. One day he’d have to get over his fears. But for now, he could push it away. That was something for future Kuai Liang to worry about. “I’ll get the fire started.”

The conversation thankfully returned back to the subject of the test. Still, even as Johnny and he discussed the details, there was a part of Kuai thinking about Hanzo, and wondering if there really was any possibility that he could be with him.

“I love you, Snowflake.”

Kuai did not stifle his moans as Hanzo kissed along his neck. He was on his back, being gently pressed against the mattress by Hanzo’s body. The pressure was just right, he didn’t feel like he was being smothered, it was more reassuring than that.

One of Hanzo’s hands was on the side of Kuai’s face, the other hooked under one of Kuai’s legs, lifting it up. Kuai’s hands were wrapped around Hanzo’s torso, resting on Hanzo’s back and pushing him closer. Holding him like if he didn’t he’d just disappear from his arms. Another kiss, sucked into the skin of Kuai’s neck reassured him that would not happen.

Hanzo thrusted his hips, gently but expertly aimed. Hitting Kuai’s sweet spot exactly and making his toes curl. He whined, rolling his hips a little to meet Hanzo’s own movements. Everything about this felt amazing, the way Hanzo stretched him out, the way he managed to hit that bundle of nerves every time. Hanzo’s lips were still practically glued to Kuai’s neck, showering him with kisses.

“Hanzo,” Kuai breathed out, arching his back and closing his eyes. “Hanzo.” The name came from his lips like he was giving a sermon. This experience was holy, sacred and Kuai Liang never wanted to stop feeling this way.

Their sex could get rough, they had fun figuring out their shared kinks. But even then it was different from the experiences he’d had before. Hanzo cared about his comfort, it was important to him to know exactly how Kuai was feeling throughout. And when everything was over? He never just left Kuai Liang to deal with the aftermath alone. He was there, doting on Kuai, spoiling him and showering him with adoration.

But then there were nights like this. Nights where there were no harsh touches or words. Only softness that frightened Kuai Liang at first for how foreign it was to him. He was so used to roughness that Hanzo being gentle, like Kuai Liang may break in his hands if he weren’t, was something he was genuinely unsure of at first. Could someone like him be gentle? Did he deserve it?

As Hanzo reached down between their torsos, gripping Kuai’s cock firmly and stroking, Kuai decided he no longer cared if he deserved this or not. This was wonderful, everything Hanzo did was wonderful, and he knew that he would be addicted to the other man's touch for the rest of his life. He couldn’t live without him.

“Hanzo,” Kuai gasped out desperately, fingers working his cock so wonderfully. “Please.”

“Let go, Kuai Liang,” Hanzo whispered in his ear, thumb reaching the head of his cock to circle it.

Kuai couldn’t hold back any longer, he gasped loudly as he came, closing his eyes as the pleasure flowed through him in waves. Hanzo continued to stroke him, helping him chase the aftershocks of pleasure. He knew throughout it all, his hole clenched around Hanzo’s cock, and given how snappy his thrusts were getting, it wouldn’t be long before he was coming too.

Hanzo desperately searched for Kuai’s lips, locking with his own, muffling his own loud moan. Kuai Liang could feel himself being filled, and god, it felt so weird how much of a blissful experience it was. Knowing that even once Hanzo pulled out, that part of him was still deep inside. That meant so much to Kuai in a way not even he could comprehend.

Hanzo broke the kiss, only to pepper a few more light pecks across Kuai’s face. Another display of affection that Kuai Liang adored. He giggled, even as he felt Hanzo remove himself. There was a very brief spike of panic, the fear this would be the day that Hanzo just up and left him. It was quickly snuffed out, when Hanzo’s hands cupped his face.

“Are you well, love?” Hanzo asked, and Kuai almost cried that such a small action made his heart sing.

“I am, thank you.” Kuai lent up to give Hanzo another quick kiss. “Thank you.”

Hanzo chuckled, clearly holding back from telling Kuai that he didn’t have to thank him. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

He moved off the bed, before scooping Kuai up in his arms. Kuai wrapped his arms around Hanzo’s neck, partially for stability, and partially because it helped him feel closer. Hanzo navigated the room, quickly reaching the ensuite bathroom. He carefully placed Kuai down in the tub, running the taps.

“I’ll get the soaps.” Hanzo stood up to go and walk over to the cabinet. He called over his shoulder. “Is there anything else you desire?”

“Could I have some mochi ice cream? Chocolate flavour, of course.” He felt a little silly about the clarification. But Hanzo didn’t say anything, just gave a small amused sigh.

“You can have anything you wish for, Snowflake.”

Snowflake. Hanzo had several pet names for Kuai, but Snowflake was the one that always stood out to Kuai. It felt so much more personal than any of the others.

Kuai thought back at the various names he’d been called over the years. He’d always just accepted them, never really thought about it. Most of the time, the reason for the name was obvious. And while he could think of at least one reason for it, the curiosity on if there was more to Snowflake than he realised was all too much.

“Hanzo,” Kuai softly spoke to get his lover's attention. Hanzo looked over his shoulder, still trying to get out the things he wanted for the bath. “Why do you call me Snowflake?”

Hanzo’s face dropped a little, and in a worried tone he asked “do you not like being called that?”

“Oh, I love it,” Kuai assured him, holding his hands up as if to try and reassure Hanzo. “I was just curious if there was a particular reason for it.” He tilted his head. “Other than it being winter related, that is.”

“I see.” Hanzo finished grabbing what he needed from the cabinet, walking over to place them by the side of the bath. “Well, I guess I call you that, because snowflakes remind me of you.” Hanzo knelt down on the floor beside him. “They float through the air so gracefully, like you on the battlefield. They are delicate, and yet so strong in the right circumstance. They have a tendency to bring delight to those who witness them. Your mere presence in the world changes it. Everyone is different and unique, just as you are amongst our peers.” Hanzo looked straight into Kuai Liang’s eyes and smiled softly as he answered with “and most importantly… They are beautiful, as are you.”

Kuai hiccupped. There they were, the butterflies. There were tears in his eyes, but this time, they were good ones. Even now, the way Hanzo talked about him left him feeling like his heart genuinely could beat from his chest. He was not used to it, and he hoped he never would be just so he could never take Hanzo’s love for granted.

“Are you okay?” Hanzo asked, placing his hand on Kuai’s cheek carefully. Obviously the tears were concerning him.

“I’m wonderful.” Kuai smiled, letting Hanzo see that it was just overwhelming happiness flowing through him. He reached forward himself, placing his hand on Hanzo’s cheek in turn. “You are wonderful.” He lent forward, pressing his lips to Hanzo’s. When he felt the other man kiss him back, he couldn’t help the exhale from his nose. He wrapped his hands around Hanzo’s neck, resting his head on Hanzo’s shoulder, and he happily sighed “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Hanzo replied, his own hands now reaching to cradle Kuai gently. “I am so grateful that you are mine.”

Somehow, all those years of dreaming could not prepare Kuai Liang for how this felt. It wasn’t everything he imagined. No. It was better than anything he’d thought possible for him.

To love, and be loved in return. 

Maybe the Elder Gods were smiling down on him after all.

#hurtcomfortbingo #mortal kombat #subscorp #seksub #kuai liang #sub zero #scorpion #hanzo hasashi #sektor #mk sektor #🫧hurt and comfort bingo

[crowbjection]

@badthingshappenbingo prompt: Grief/mourning @hurtcomfort-bingo prompt: Successful chance to escape @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition) prompt: Denial @seasonaldelightsbingo (Winter Wonderland) prompts: Getting a bad feel from something; Eyes filled with tears

Title: A future mourned Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Fandoms: Baldur's Gate 3 Relationships: Astarion/Gale, Astarion & Shadowheart Characters: Astarion, Gale, Shadowheart Tags: Major Character Death, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Sacrifice, Friendship, Grief/Mourning, Survivor Guilt, Sad Ending

Synopsis: Damn Mystra… She could have taken that thing out of him before it came to that point. She was a goddess, so she could have done something. Gods, 'he' should have done something. Astarion should have known that someone as stubborn as Gale wouldn't have given up on that suicidal plan so easily.

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Gale sacrifices himself in the final battle, and Astarion has to face the fact that he is, once again, alone.

#crow writes

[morganneedssomehelp]

My piece for HARRINGROVEWEEK @harringroveweek

I love this 80s song so I chose this instead of the prompts. Please listen along to the song while reading.

Warnings: homophobic language for time period, contains light smut, mentions of abuse and emotional abuse, hurtcomfort.

Please let me know to add more warnings if forgotten

Rebel Yell

Date: June 1st 1985

Billy played with the cables and amps on the stage to the underground metal bar, his band mates working on their instruments. Eddie gave him a look as he bit his lip. Billy tutted, taking a drag from the cigarette between his fingers that was getting dangerously close to the filter, almost singing the tips of his fingers.

The bar was setting up and he was nervous, he had invited a certain brunette who recently plagued his thoughts. Now, to many people in his small town, the two hated each other, billy breaking his pretty face back in November of 84’. However what many didn’t know were the secret kisses the two shared, the secret meet-ups at skull rock, and Billy causing that perfect look of ecstasy on Steve’s face just before he came. The way the brunette king looked after him in his bed those months ago after the fight, and the way steve stood up for himself against billy which caused the male to take in a shaky breath.

Before Billy even knew what was going on, Eddie was poking him in the shoulder, people flooding into the bar, the sound of music playing as they set up and got everything perfect for the live performance. Billy’s blue eyes flit between people looking for that perfect head of hair. Billy chuckled dryly as he looked at the boy, he stood out so much. His preppy look caused many looks from the metal heads that filled the bar. Steve's salmon pink polo made the boy look like he was on the menu.

“Hey man, isn’t that Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington?” Eddie scoffed, dumbfounded that the jock was even here. Sitting by his lonesome at the bar, grabbing a beer before looking up at Billy with a soft blush. The blonde bit at his tongue before winking at Steve, his head tilting towards Munson.

“It seems so, why don’t we give the boy a show?” Billy cackledmanically before shucking off his leather jacket, leaving himself completely shirtless. Uncovering the scratches from Steve the night before.

Billy was wearing a pair of tight leather pants that clung to every curve he had, even his crotch. Girls whistled and hollered at the blonde. Billy’s boots stamped against the stage as he finished his cigarette, getting everyone’s attention. His pendant swang along with his perfect curls as Billy grabbed the mic.

“This is to you princess,” Billy muttered into the mic, people screaming, girls hoping it was aimed at them, and men already starting to flick their hair around getting ready to headbang.

The boys around him started to play, Eddie giving him a nod, his fingers dancing along the strings. The drums behind him made the floor shake, Billy grinned a cat-like smile as he gripped the mic.

Last night a little dancer came dancin’ to my door

Date: November 28th 1984

Billy spat down at the floor of the foliage scattered across the ground, billy laid across the bonnet of his Camero as he stared up at the sky, he looked at his hands, stretching them slightly, still feeling the slight twinge of pain from breaking his knuckles and Harringtons nose a few weeks before. He grabbed at a beer chugging it down slightly before his ears perked up the sound of a car coming towards him. Billy’s brow furrowed, this was loners' lookout, it was classed as redundant since Steve, king fucking Steve introduced skull rock to the masses. Billy rolled his eyes as he lay there. He thought back to the night, the night he got beaten by his father. A lone tear slid down his cheek as Billy downed his beer. The car finally pulled up next to him. Not that the boy cared to look who it was until he spotted a similar head of hair coming to look over him. Billy’s legs were spread as he finally went to look over the boy in front of him. Steve himself seemed sad, and nervous as he smiled. Billy went to get up to smack the boy's pretty smug look off his face before Steve offered him a beer. Billy said Nothing , going to look at his own six-pack, now empty. The boy snorted a laugh, grabbing at the bottle. Steve said nothing as he lay next to the boy on the bonnet of the Camaro. Billy went to light a cigarette, offering it to the brunette beside him, Steve’s gentle hand taking the cigarette and taking a long drag. The two looked up at the stars in silence and a truce.

Billy started to sweat now, his body dancing around as he sang his heart out to the people in the bar. People head banging, girls swinging their bras to the band and the sound of the Amps causes the place to shake. Billy side-eyed Steve at the bar, Billy’s curls covered parts of his face as he sang into the mic, his spit flying everywhere as the boy used every ounce of his feelings into the song as he tried to show the boy at the bar what he truly felt. The chorus was coming up and Billy took a breath as he swung his head up.

With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more!

Date: March 6th 1985

Billy grabbed at Steve’s legs, pinning him against the wall of the deserted showers in Hawkins high. Their mouths mashing together in a hungry kiss. Billy’s hands almost burned into Steve’s soft skin, the soft gasps and moans the boy let out as Billy touched him. Billy’s eyes burned into Steve’s as the boy tried to steady his breathing. Steve’s hair was limp and wet but that didn’t stop Billy from working his hands through it. Making the other lean into his touch. Billy couldn’t ask for more as his hands discovered more and more of Steve’s body. Billy’s big soapy calloused hands washed over the hair on Steve’s chest. The hair that made Billy so envious, hair that a tall, lanky pale boy could grow more chest hair than he could. He was bigger than Steve in almost every way, one arm could easily pin the boy against the shower wall, the two slipping slightly and Billy chuckling, his tan skin glowed under the lights. The steam surrounding them did not make it any easier for the two to try to breathe. Billy’s hand dragged down the brunette's chest slowly and achingly so, before finally reaching the sweet spot and Steve said something that made Billy go wild.

“More, Billy, more”

Billy huffed as he ran over to his bandmate, Eddie grinned a wild smile with Billy as the two sang together. Billy licked his lips, his tongue wagging at the crowd as the two simultaneously stuck their tongues out, Billy revealing a tongue piercing to the crowd which caused a scream. Billy cackled down the mic as he slapped Eddie's chest, proud of his friend.

She don’t like slavery, she won’t sit and beg

But when I’m tired and lonely she sleeps in bed

Date: February 28th 1985

“God billy, what’s wrong with you!” Steve shouted at the boy, slamming his hands against the boy's chest and pushing him away from him. Billy huffed, chewing on his lip. His hands pulled at his curls, as he fumed to himself. He felt like Neil was in his head as tears brimmed in his eyes. He couldn’t help it. Everyone hated him, even his mother, that’s why she left. Billy couldn’t hold onto it anymore as he let the tears fall.

“You know what’s wrong with me Harrington?! You really wanna know? I’m a fucking fairy! A queer, I like cock, do you get it now? I’m disgusting,” Billy shouted, it felt good getting it out. Hot tears fell down his cheeks. As the boy took in heavy breaths. His hands went back to pulling at his hair as he sobbed. He hadn’t cried in years, since that day his mother left back in California but here he was crying to the boy who actually cared about him telling him his darkest secret. His head was in his hands before The boy had finally realized the severity of his comment before looking up at a frozen steve.

He ran to his car starting it, his whole body shaking as he pressed his foot on the gas, leaving Steve at loner's lookout.

Billy sobbed to himself as he sat on his bed. The posters of half-naked women across his room made him laugh dryly to himself as he undressed. His eyes go to a yellow jumper on his laundry hamper. The tears started again as he held the jumper close to his chest, he swallowed as he heard a tap on the glass of his window. Billy jumped, seeing Harrington stand there with his usual smug grin. The boy miming for Billy to open the window. Billy sighed as he smiled, his tears continuing to fall but he didn’t care. He unlatched his window as Steve let himself in, falling to the floor with a thud. Billy thanked God his father was out of town and it was only Max in the other room. Steve said nothing, just like that night looking at the stars except Steve hugged him as he stood, and held him close to his chest as Billy sobbed.

The boys fell to the bed as Steve held Billy, his hands playing with the boy's curls. Steve said nothing and looked down into Billy’s blue eyes. Then without warning, Steve kissed him.

Billy sang the chorus again, enjoying himself, the song was almost finished but that wouldn’t stop the keen blonde from showing off.

Just as long, just as long it don't mess up his hair

Billy chuckled at that moment as Steve went to fix his hair, Eddie ripping into his guitar solo. Billy jumped as he screamed into the mic, he felt his voice go hoarse but he couldn’t stop. He had to show Steve. This was the only way he could show Steve.

I’d give you all, and have none, babe

Date: May 31st 1985

“I love you Billy,” Steve uttered into the kiss after the two had just had sex. Billy froze as the brunette with doe eyes went to kiss him again. Billy got up from the bed, Steve’s room was much neater than his own, probably with help of having Nancy as an ex. Billy’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to say it back, unable to. Billy really wasn’t one for emotion. More of a fuck it out kinda guy. Steve realized what he said as he got up trying to make light of the situation. Billy huffed, why was this shit so difficult? Billy didn’t know what to do so instead he grabbed his stuff and he left. Left Steve high and dry once again.

Billy cursed to himself on his bed, he had drove straight home after leaving Steve. he had ruined everything, and he knew what he felt in his heart. Steve was right and Billy felt it too, but he was unable to formulate the sentence. He went to the phone, as he dialed Steve’s house number. His eyes landed on the calendar. Tomorrow was his gig. Billy grinned as he slammed his fist against the wall. The dialing tone rang before a beep. Straight to answerphone. He took in a shaky breath.

“Hey, uh baby, I know you don’t wanna talk to me right now, but come to my gig tomorrow, please…” Billy almost begged. Before the beep ended Billy stood there.

As Billy finished the crowd screamed Billy’s name, Eddie patting Billy on the back. Billy only stared at Steve on the barstool. He could see the tears in his eyes. Billy’s mic went back up to his mouth. His voice was hoarse and sore but he needed to say it.

“I love you, princess,” Billy grinned.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fanfiction #harringroveweek #cuties #billy hargrove is bad at feelings #Spotify

[joyandthephantoms]

oh man i want to know them alllll tbh but how about the first 4 and the last 4?? if that's not too many lmao

aaaa thank you B! you're the best :)

from these

1. what's the fic you're most proud of?

Ooooh I wanna say the Luke vs possessed Nick guitar battle, just mistakes with different names. It took me a long time to get it written exactly how I wanted it, but I feel like I did ultimately accomplish that, and I'm really proud of both the things that I consider my standard strengths (Luke POV/Characterization, Nick, exploration of complex feelings, etc) and the parts of it that were much bigger challenges for me (Caleb's voice, getting the action and pacing right, writing more than 2k in one fic lol). Genuinely I think it's the best thing I've ever written and near-perfect by the standards I tend to apply to my work.

2. what's a fic that took you to an emotional/dark/hard place?

So the realest answer to this is something I never really published, (though I did send it to a couple of friends, and B you're welcome to DM me if you wanna read it), which is some Luke angst/juke hurtcomfort building off of "you said 'we're cuffed to the past,' you found the key."

In terms of things I've actually posted, the hardest one was the Nick & Carrie sickfic; a lot of what I was writing about their relationship hit pretty close to some feelings about an ex-friend of mine.

I was writing both of those fics at the same time, and somewhere in the middle of that decided to temporarily ban myself from writing any Luke or NIck angst, which I think was a good call but did briefly leave me going "okay . . . wtf do I do with myself then" lmao

3. what fic are you emotionally attached to?

Literally all of them, most of my writing is very solidly rooted in my own feelings and it all matters to me, but for now I'm specifically gonna say make a wish and hold it tight. It's not even 400 words lol, but that specific warm feeling of people coming home is really important to me and applying it to Willie is also important and it reminds me of the people I currently come home to and the people I'm looking forward to coming home to in the future <3

4. what fic of your own do you read for comfort?

A bunch of them honestly, but probably to find someone you're safe with (nickjulie studio studying) more than anything, because I specifically wrote that one because I'd had a terrible week and wanted a. to make something nice for myself and b. to thank Lilly for being there for me through it, and like . . . it worked! mission accomplished, I feel better <33

17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

People are waaayyy too nice to me for me to be able to pick out one single thing; I hope everyone who has Ever said something nice or encouraging to me knows I absolutely took it to heart and it means the whole world to me.

But to highlight one specific thing: @ri-jane said in a comment that the guitar battle fic was a "compelling and compassionate piece and beautifully told" and I will never ever be over that because that's always the Entire goal, like what a lovely and kind and succinct way to summarize everything I'm ever trying to do, and to tell me I'm succeeding at it?? I'll cry

18. Do you only write when you’re inspired, or do you try and sit down at specific times and write no matter what?

lol I'm very solidly an "only when I feel like it" person. tons of respect to people who will write even when they don't feel it, and I absolutely see the value in that, but for me personally, writing is a thing I do for fun, and it stops being fun when I try to Make myself do it.

19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

This one's tricky and I'm not even sure this quite answers the questions asked, but my priorities, roughly in order, are that it does a good job expressing the idea/feeling I'm trying to articulate, that it's in-character, it flows well, and the language is pretty (more "high hopes tiptoes" shit, you know?). If I can hit all of those things in one fic that's amazing and ideal. I'd also love to write the girls more often, I'm not always as confident with portraying them but they are so important to me <3

20. What’s the greatest gift you’ve gotten from your writing?

oh god. I think just having something in my life that lets me feel like I'm putting something meaningful into the world is really really important to me. Not everything I write has to be life-changing or even matter very much but some of it does matter, I think, and that means a lot on a personal level--that I spend my life, like, collecting up pieces of art and poetry and stories that resonate with me and affect me and are worth carrying in my heart, and that I'm not an artist or a poet or a Serious Writer but I still get a chance to put something out there and contribute a tiny little piece to other people's heart-collages . . . it's so much.

#aaaa B tysm again #asks #writing about writing #joy to the world

[jihyoruri]

this might be ooc but I need 2 share my ideas (delusions) w the world….

chaewon richgirlyn arguing as usual and chaewon gets mad and is like what ever u don’t even do work.. ur dad paid for all this 🙄🙄and richgirlyn thought they were getting better and she’s bothered but doesn’t like say anything like🙁… and chaewon feels bad

PLEAASEE PELASE PELASEE (delusions of a hurtcomfort enjoyer)

(mostly joking lmao write what u want ‼️)

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LOL rich girl!yn would be like 🙁 but then immediately snap back and say some sly shit, which would make chae immediately not feel bad anymore.

if it wasn’t obvious both girls don’t do well with emotions 😭

#🎏anon

[cocktailsfairytales]

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Dangerous Strokes is a brand new dark mafia romance novel, sizzling with spice, emotion, and thrilling action. It is Book 1 in The Sanctum Syndicate series of interconnected standalones,

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✨ #LilithRoman #DangerousStroke #TheSanctumSyndicate #ForcedProximity #HurtComfort #HeFallsFirst #Romance #SpicyRomance #Spicy #Peachykeenas

[scottrecs]

Rec: A little Bit of Love

A Little Bit of Love (2753 words) by ira_fae Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Derek Hale/Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Isaac Lahey, Beta Vernon Boyd, Omega Erica Reyes, Beta Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Implied/Referenced Abuse, Anxiety, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Polyamory, Polyamorous Pack Summary:The door swings open and brings Scott out of his melancholic nostalgia. Scott’s heart rate shoots up. Derek smiles at both of them, bringing a happy scent. Scott really tries to refrain from sniffing loudly. Derek just smells so nice. He smells of spices and Scott might even say warm apple cider.

“It’s good to see you again, Ms. Morrell, Scott. Please, come in,” Derek steps back and gestures for them to step into the house. Scott hesitates, watching Ms. Morrell step in and start looking around. Derek makes eye contact with him, “Please, come in.” His tone is soft, his face and body language welcoming. Scott shoves his panic down and steps into the house.

“Mr. Hale, I’m sure you know but I do have to do one last check of the house before I leave Mr. McCall here with you,” Ms. Morrell says, tapping her clipboard. Derek nods.

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or; Scott is being left with his temporary Alpha and he's really anxious in the Mr. Hale's Home for Peculiar Werewolves AU (or the Walking Side by Side series).

#scerek #scisaac #disaac #scott mccall #isaac lahey #derek hale #emotional hurtcomfort #alternate universe

[dionysianrose]

My Harry Potter headcanons #2

(only my opinion)

TW! depression, self h*rm, bullying, anxiety

Remus Lupin would be the ultimate comfort teacher. He would be the one you feel safe with.

Imagine:

Remus Lupin seeing a bullied kid being pushed around and intervene the fight, stepping in front of them and punishing the bullies with detention, where they have to write an essay on everyone’s individuality and that anyone should be treated with respect, which he would grade then, and when they left talking to the crying kid, wiping away their tears with his wand and inviting them to his office to talk to them to make sure they are not to upset and don’t develop any worse problems. Of course they also would get chocolate.

Remus Lupin seeing scars on a students wrist when their sleeves accidentally expose their arms while casting a spell, having a concerned look in his eyes and asking them to stay after class and telling the other students it is because they had questions about the homework, then grabbing their arm and asking them how long they’ve been doing this and them it denying first, but as he doesn’t gives up ending up telling him and starting to cry, so he would hold them and would make them promise to not do it again. In every following class he would always watch them and would immediately notice them relapsing. He would really make them feel cared about and of course there would be chocolate.

Remus Lupin seeing one of his students being mentally absent all the time and acting apathetic and secretly casting a protection spell on them, so he would know if they would try anything, and one they being there at the right time and talking a student off from jumping from the astronomy tower, and afterwards making them promise to find him when it gets bad again. Lots of chocolate.

Remus Lupin never telling his students when they say something wrong so they are not scared to take part in class, instead he would be like „that is almost right, but you also need to consider...“.

Remus Lupin noticing a student having a panic attack while they are writing an exam, going outside with them and calming them down with breathing exercises, giving them chocolate and then allowing them to leave and repeat the exam at another day when they feel better.

#remus lupin #comfort character #comfort character remus lupin #comfort teacher #good teacher remus lupin #harry potter poa #prisoner of askaban #harry potter headcanon #harry potter #harry potter pov #marauders headcanon #marauders #pov #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #hurtcomfort

[giuliafc]

The Tube of Toothpaste

Genre: Angst/Hurt & Comfort/Romance Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Characters: Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Nino Lahiffe, Mlle Bustier, Mlle Bustier's Class, OCs Paring: Adrienette/LadyNoir/Lovesquare Rating: T Chapter 1/5 Read on Ao3|| FFN Summary: When Sabine finds a crying Adrien sitting on a bench in Place des Vosges, her mother hen's instinct takes over, and the real-life advice she gives him (and, a little later, to Marinette herself) changes everything. An angsty/fluffy/romantic reveal with Strike Back spoilers and a Tom/Sabine backstory headcanon, set a couple of days after the events of Strike Back.

Happy Mother's Day to all mothers who celebrate it tomorrow <3

@miraculousfanworks

#miraculous les aventures de ladybug et chat noir #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #ladynoir #adrienette #marichat #sabine cheng #ml #ml spoilers #miraculous #sabine knows #ml reveal #real life advice #hurtcomfort #hurt/comfort #hurt and comfort #emotional hurt comfort #hurt comfort #ml angst #angst with a happy ending #angst #romance #humor #reveal #identity reveal #Chat Noir reveal #Ladybug reveal

[jaffacakerebellion]

An empath/ telepath/ healer, who usually uses their powers to cure others, goes through a trauma which causes them to repress their feelings. Later on they get triggered by something, or stressed out by something, they don’t feel it, but instead their power reverses, and their loved one(s) suddenly become very ill, such as:

-a sudden extreme migraine

-fainting/ collapse

-a heart attack

-extreme abdominal pain

-extreme confusion and weepiness

-fever and delirium

-seizures

-paralysis

-panic attacks

When the empath/ healer/ telepath work out that they’re causing the problem, they only feel worse, making their loved one(s) sicker as they repress their emotions even more. The only way to save them is for the empath/ telepath/ healer to feel safer and begin to recover from what happened.

#emotional hurt comfort #emotional whump #whump #hurtcomfort #whumpee #whumper #fever #sickfic #fantasy au #magic #bbc merlin #whump tropes #whump prompts #healer