#anyways i gave myself a headache from the crying so that’s cool

[seventh-district]

CW: mention of gun violence (in a nightmare. not IRL)

i know for a fact that my period makes me more apt to cry over things because i can have a vivid nightmare about getting randomly gunned down while waiting in line to pick up a pizza then wake up and not shed a tear but when i’m on my period i can have one (1) bad dream about my father yelling at me and i wake up and promptly begin full-on sobbing into my pillow

#cw gun mention #cw gun violence #cw nightmares #cw menstruation #cw periods #Seven.txt #Seven’s Public Diary #anyways i gave myself a headache from the crying so that’s cool #what’s ironic is that while i was laying there feeling all sad and pathetic i suddenly thought of the Reader x Moon oneshot i wrote #uhhh what was it called i can’t think straight rn #‘when i’ve got no one else’ or smthn like that #and i started crying even harder LMAO #alright it’s midnight-thirty i need to drink some water and go back to sleep #everything’s fine i’m just Stressed™️ right now and yesterday was a long and draining day #i’m almost grateful for my periods making me more emotional actually bc it’s like. easier to just cry and let it all out. y’know? #i used to despise that part of menstruation cause it made me feel weak but you know what? fuck it #maybe sometimes we need to let ourselves feel weak. maybe the inability to let ourselves be vulnerable is actually the thing to hate #being weak sometimes is important in a way #if you can’t let yourself break down sometimes you will like. explode or something. maybe not physically but. emotionally. mentally. #constantly being strong and/or dead inside will hurt you in the end. you gotta be soft and vulnerable every so often. me thinks #okay enough midnight thoughts GOODNIGHT my everything is sore and hurting so i am gonna stop talking now and go back to sleep

[cassandrajoybellbittner]

All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 41b

*warning Adult Content*

Liam

Making my way down stairs I dropped my bag by the door and headed to my father's office and knocked.

"Come in," he called out.

Shaking my head I walked in.

He was looking down at some paper work before lifting his head up and smiling at me.

"What's up?" he asked.

Closing the door I walked up to his desk.

"I just wanted to tell you, I'm going to take Aiden away for the weekend."

His grey eyes brightened at the mention of our little get away.

"Oh good, good have fun," he winked at me and I shook my head at his childishness.

"Dad, can you do something for me," I asked him.

He put his pen down and leant back against his chair.

"And what is that?"

"I need you to keep an eye on Dominic for me."

He frowned.

"You do?"

I nodded.

"He's having a hard time with his mate rejecting him."

His eyes widened.

"She what?"

He sat forward.

I kept my face straight but I knew that my eyes gave way to how miserable I felt for Dom.

Dad sighed heavily and stood.

"I will."

"Thank you."

I headed back towards the door.

"I'm heading out, tell mom I love her when she gets back."

"Alright, you take care."

I nodded.

Once reached the front door I reached down grabbing my bag on the way towards my car.

"Liam."

Looking over my shoulder and I saw Sadie running up to me.

"Sadie," I said smiling at her.

I hadn't seen her since the Kyle incident.

"Where are you going?" she asked looking down at my bag.

"Away for a bit... I'll be back soon," I told her.

"Oh, well I just wanted to say I'm sorry for the way my brother acted. You know how he is."

I chuckled.

"Yes, I do know. But I'm over it. When I get back well hang alright? I have a special surprise for everyone anyway."

She smiled as she jumped in my arms.

Laughing I welcomed her embrace.

"Thank you for being so cool," she whispered in my neck.

"And I'm dying meet the mystery scent."

This caught me off guard.

Setting her down I back up.

"What?" I asked her astonished.

"I'm not stupid Liam, I know that you found your mate. I've been around enough mated wolves to figure out the obvious. So I'll be waiting."

She reached up and patted my cheek as I stared at her dumbfounded.

"Now go."

She pushed me towards my car.

"See you later Sadie."

I watched her skip back in the house like the little fairy she is.

Shaking my head I hopped back in my car.

*****

"I put all his medication in his bag, make sure he take it every six hours, that's what the doctor told us. Since he was brought in for a head injury he might get really bad headaches. Also I put some ibuprofen I there as well," Mrs. Carlisle said handing Aiden's bag over to me.

I nodded giving her a sorrowful look.

"I'm sorry I had to do this to guys."

She shook her head her face tight like she was going to cry.

I sighed.

"No I understand, your right. I was being selfish."

She gave me a tight smile.

Just then Mr. Carlisle came out with Aiden slowly walking by his side.

It was amazing how he was getting the strength back in his legs so fast.

He was look down at the ground as he stepped.

"Just take good care of him or else I'll hunt you down Liam and feed you to the wolves," Grace warned me.

I bit my lip trying to stop myself from bursting with laughter.

How close she was.

Aiden made it to my side smiling up at me.

"Ready?" I asked him.

He nodded before turning to his mom.

She squealed and rushed him in a hug. I flinched forward afraid she was hurting him but I held myself back.

"Call me every hour on the hour you got that," she wailed, touching his face and straightening his clothes.

"Mom," he whined trying to back away from her.

I head Mr. Carlisle laughing.

"Let the boy go Grace," he snickered.

Pouting she let him go and he turned into his dad's loving embrace.

"Be safe. I love you Aiden," he whispered to him.

"I love you too dad."

Stepping back he stood by my side.

"And I love you, mom."

Emmitt wrapped his arm around his wife's waist with a small smile on his face.

I helped Aiden in to the car shutting it for him.

Waving at his parents one last time he climbed into the car.

I pulled out of the parking lot and on to the road.

"So, where are we going?" he asked after a while.

I smiled but kept my eyes on the road.

"It's a surprise," I teased.

"Oh come on Liam, you know I hate surprises," he said.

This time I looked over to him.

"Actually, I didn't."

He stared at me blankly before rolling his eyes at me.

"Just tell me," he whined.

"Haha, well aren't you cute when you beg," I laughed.

Huffing he crossed his arms against his chest.

"Fine... be that way jerk," he muttered.

Snickering I reached over and turned the radio on.

"I will."

I planned to take him somewhere special, somewhere that he deserved to be.

Somewhere he can be at peace and away from all the bull he had to go through at school and home apparently.

Ugh. That still and always will piss me off.

To think he was not only being harassed at school but to know the place where you're supposed to feel the safest was where the worst part of it happened.

He needed a vacation and if I was able to give him a break... I'll damn well give it to him.

I look over at awhile later to find his head resting against the window fast asleep.

Throughout the whole drive I kept sneaking peeks at him, how his black hair hung in his face from the angle his head was tilting.

Since the doctors had to put stiches in his head, they shaved the back off but now it had grown out to his nape.

So now it was short in the back and long in the front.

I could tell that his mom help him fix it a bit before he left with me but I have to say... I loved it on him... it was sexy.

He was still pale but I could see the life coming back in his cheeks.

I hope the place I was taking him would help that glow come back.

Reaching out I caressed the back of his head.

Sighing, I couldn't wait to be alone with him.

My fingers were absentmindedly playing in his short hair as I kept my eyes on the road till we finally arrived a couple hours later.

Slowly pulled up the drive way.

I shook Aiden slightly, waking him.

"Aiden," I said softly.

He moaned as I shook him again causing him to lift his head from the glass.

Stretching he looked over at me a small cute tired smile graced his beautiful lips.

I couldn't help it... I leant over to him and kissed him softly.

"We're here," I breathed against his lips.

Pulling back he looked out the window and gave a small gasp.

"Wow," was all he said.

I guess he liked it.

[alisheaburgess]

The Death of 'Me': A Travel Memoir Part 2 of "yes"

April 4, 2022 (Still on the way to Vegas) (Full Journey Map)

So...

My flight had a layover in Dallas. My experience there was not the best. The Dallas airport is kinda poopy. The people working at the restaurants in there were mean, not just like normal bad day kinda stuff, like MEAN! (I've worked fast food, and they were just poopy). And it was at all the places I checked out too.

Without going to into it, I can't eat gluten and they gave me the wrong items knowing that. I couldn't fix it... so I ate french fries that whole day... (Grammarly wants me to capitalize that 'french' so bad XD)

I need food to function, as most people do!

At this point I'm still so nervous because I've never done this before so it's all kinda whorly at the moment. And then...

I get to my terminal and there is a huge commotion. Huge crowd, and lots of yelling from one or two people. It sounded like a fight at first. People were huddled around the terminal and video. I couldn't see anything and it wasn't in me to ask (much like food wasn't in me...).

It was here that I was getting a bit scared about being on my own. Everything felt horrible (I was just hungry and nervous). I also had to call the hotel and tell them I'd be checking in late. Don't ask how I knew to do that. I don't know. In my over-planning and freak-out researching...somehow, I learned that.

I hate phone calls XD

You may have already guessed this, but I did, in fact, survive the phone call. I know, I was shocked myself. I'm also pleased to announce that it only hurt a little, and not enough for crying. Now I didn't cry, but I easily could have. Which is why I said "pleased to announce" and not "whelp" XD

This flight was a bit delayed I think... because of spooky airport things (I have no idea, we were just sitting there. I'm sure they told us but I really wasn't well 😅)

WOW... hold up! The sunset right now as I'm writing is the color yellow that looks red in the bottle. Like food coloring yellow... I didn't know they made the sky in that color... neat! -April 7, 2023... I just remembered that it's Amber... the color is amber

It was here that I decided I was never gonna fly again because being in an airplane was the reason I was feeling like a dehydrated potato. It wasn't but that was a hint... The noise was a lot because I was sitting on the wing for the first flight, as you can see in the photos in the first post. I think I was a bit in front of them this time... It was still loud, but the headache wasn't from the plane anyway XD

And oh yeah, Las Vegas is a desert!

Note: I arrived somewhere between 12am-1am. Which means we are on a separate day from the one dated at the top. I am of course used to this as I use the day I woke up in and not the date of the present when journaling. I usually wrote at like 3 am... Cause when else are you supposed to write how the day made you feel? After it leaves is the only option! Going forward just know that it is the 5th of April.

The airport was huge and had so many baggage claims. My airport has 2...small ones. And I've only seen them use one...

I arrange a pickup, get my luggage, and head to the 'place to wait.' Not the official name, but it sounds right. The cool part is that there are signs FOR EVERYTHING!!!

Now as soon as I stepped foot outside, my mouth went so dry... The darn desert stole my spit. It was so fast it was scary. Never experienced that. Never want to again. I decided that if I was gonna die though, it was my final mission to make it to the hotel. (I wasn't feeling well! I'm the drama, I get it XD)

This is my first time EVER riding with a stranger alone... so I was really worried about this part. Not safety-wise, but rather my anxiety... I also have really bad road anxiety (or whatever you call it...).

But I survived! And even though I was near unconscious at this point with a full migraine, I had a fun convo with the driver. I don't remember it because I was out of it... But I remember that it was fun!

Up until this point in my life, I thought I was shy... (spoiler: not) At this point in the trip though I thought I was just scooting by. I figured as soon as I ate and drank some water I would clam up again. I thought it was nerves. Oh, honey.

I get to the hotel and holy crap, there was a huge line to check in at 1am!!! But I didn't die yet so...

Next life mission: check into the hotel. I've never done this and was super nervous...

I think it took me an hour or more to get checked in. I was so miserable at the point that the couple behind me kept talking to me and I can only assume they were checking on me. I'm super neuro spicy and so whenever I'm uncomfy, or just existing, I move around a lot... They were super sweet and even as much as I couldn't interact, it was a pleasant distraction from the wait.

When I got to the desk, the guy who helped me was so nice!!! I stayed at The Link and the staff the entire time I was there was so nice. I asked him where I could get water. Cause I knew I wasn't in a state to find it on my own... He loaded me up with 4-6 waters to take with me. I thought he was gonna point me to a vending machine XD He was so sweet! I was worried after the Dallas airport 😥

So I didn't die! I didn't have any food yet though so I just drank water and went to bed. Don't recommend that but hey...

That was 2 life missions in just a couple hours. That's quite a night if you ask me. And that was the first day of my 7-day trip to Las Vegas. The majority of it was spent being nervous about it actually happening XD

This trip was already such a big step for me. I have never been anywhere by myself. Never went anywhere just for me. And this was for an entire week!!! And I did it all by myself. Something I was convinced I couldn't do. So if you are thinking about traveling, even if you need to go solo, you can do it! You can take safety precautions just as well as the person you are told you had to take with you. I was 27 years when I got to take this trip. It took a lot to get to this point, but once you get there, it's only a couple of life missions until you are in your hotel bed and safe again... XD You got this!

I don't have any photos or diary entries for this leg because of all the near-death experiences and life missions to fulfill. But the rest of the posts will have more! But these are from the earlier flight... I also looked at a cloud on the first flight and said, "I'd jump into that..." I then decided that I meant sky diving (I had to search for the word, I almost put 'sky jumping' XD help) So fluffy!!!!

P.S. at this point in the trip I'm still listening to Shakira...

#travel #travel journal #travel diary #las vegas #solo travel #travel blog #travel memories #i like to talk #i like to write #neurospicy #neurodivergent #Spotify #travel photography #drink water if going to the desert #just a thought #map of the dark #unfolding deck

[fangirlovestuff]

Smile - Thor Odinson x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! this is for this lovely request by @cotton-candy-clouds-26​ , thank you!! i just couldn’t bring myself to write Steve cheating, i love him and i just don’t think he’d do that, but i hope it’s okay. enjoy!<3

Summary: you and Steve break up and it’s rough, but luckily there’s someone out there that helps you get over it. you could say he’s worthy of your affections (i had to hehe)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Some curse words and a little angst

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"Steve?" you called out, "you ready to go?"

"Just a couple seconds!" he replied, and you sat down on the couch, scrolling on your phone while you waited for him.

It was your six months anniversary, and you were getting ready to go to dinner with Steve. He's been acting a little weird the past few days, and it was starting to raise your suspicion.

Maybe he's getting me a surprise, you tried to shrug your worry off. You knew Steve wasn't that good at keeping secrets, especially from you, and you'd try and get it out of him tonight.

"Ready t-" you began to ask, but stopped once you saw he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. "Stevie, you know I love your t-shirts," you said, appreciatively eying the bulge on his muscles revealed by the sort, tight sleeves, "but I was under the impression we're going to a fancy restaurant tonight. You know, the kind that won't appreciate anyone, including Captain America, coming in a t-shirt and jeans," you smirked.

"I'm not going," he sighed, sitting down next to you.

"You're not goi- is everything alright? Are you feeling unwell? I mean, I didn't even know you could get ill, but-"

"I'm not sick," he shook his head, "I just… I thought I could give you this one nice night, but I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? Steve, what's going on? Are they calling you on a mission or something?"

"No, no mission. Not today anyway." He took a deep breath before he continued. "I think we should break up."

Your mouth agape, it took you a couple of seconds to register what he just said. You closed your mouth and swallowed. "What?" you asked, your voice nearly a whisper.

"I'm sorry," he said, averting his eyes to the floor, "I just… I don't think I feel the same way about you anymore, and I don't wanna hold you back or anything. I thought the right thing to do was to treat you to a nice dinner before I…" he trailed off, his eyes fixed ahead of him, away from you, "Anyways, I couldn't do it. I didn't want to lie to you, or lead you on. You deserve better than that," his gaze finally turned to you, waiting for your response.

You didn't know what to say. You knew he was acting weird, but you'd have never seen this coming. "So this is it?" you asked disbelievingly. "This is how we end?"

"Look, I'm so-"

"Sorry, yeah, I know." You took a deep breath, willing your tears away. "I think I'll just go home," you got up, getting your stuff.

"Wait, I didn't cancel the reservation. If you wanna go yourself you— can," he called after you, the last word after you'd slammed the door behind you.

Outside of Steve's room, you let out a shuddering breath. He was living in the Avengers compound, so you had to keep yourself together until you got out of here, in case any of them saw you. You started getting outside, but your distracted state of mind probably led you to take a wrong turn in one of the corridors, because now you had no idea where you are.

"Shit," you mumbled under your breath before turning to look around you. You heard what you thought was the noise of a TV from behind one of the doors, and you knocked on it tentatively. You heard some shuffling and then the door opened to reveal none other than Thor. You know, God of Thunder Thor. God of Thunder Thor that was standing in front of you right now, waiting for you to say something because you were the one that knocked on his door.

You willed your brain to go back to functioning. "Um, hi," you said hesitantly, "I was just… I was on my way out of the compound and I got lost. Could you, um, point me in the right direction?"

"Of course," his voice was deep, you could almost feel it rumbling around you when he spoke. "Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, just the exit," you shrugged.

"Alright. I apologized, I just assumed, from the way you're dressed…"

"No, it's alright. I was supposed to go to this fancy restaurant for dinner, but then… anyways, I wouldn't want to go alone," you sighed.

"Well, in that case, would you like me to accompany you? I wouldn't mind dining with a lovely lady such as yourself," he smiled.

"Oh," you blinked in surprise. You weren't really planning on it, but you were actually kinda hungry. And hey, eating in a fancy restaurant with Thor does sound a little nicer than eating at home and wallowing in self-pity. The wallowing could wait. "I mean, if you'd like to," you smiled back at him, "but you'd have to put on a suit, something fancy."

"Oh, I'm sure I have one of those," he said, leaving the door open and heading back inside. "Come in," he said, loud enough for you to hear it. You guessed he headed into the bathroom to change, since when you got in all you saw was the room itself. It was simple, not a lot of personal touches. Makes sense since he's probably not here most of the time, but in Asgard, which would also explain why you hadn't met him yet.

"How's that?" he asked, getting out of the bathroom. The suit was slightly tight on his tall, broad frame, but it was more than okay with you.

"Perfect," you smiled, "we'll blend right in."

You drove the two of you to the restaurant, spending the time making small talk about 'Midgard habits', as Thor called them, or, as you called them, social norms.

When you got there, the hostess smiled at you and asked for the name of your reservation. By that point you had nearly forgotten it, but your shoulders sagged as you mumbled "Steve Rogers."

"I'll let you right in," she smiled and led you to your table.

"Wait, so Steve was going to come with you?" Thor asked once you got to the table. "Are you his girlfriend I've heard so much about from Tony?"

"I'm… not his girlfriend anymore," you said, averting your eyes to the table, playing with the napkin.

"Oh."

"He broke up with me today," you said, your voice breaking before you could get your emotions under control.

"My apologies," he offered, and put his hand over yours, "I know how unpleasant it is to be… broken up with."

"Yeah? Who'd ever dump Thor?" you chuckled, raising your gaze to meet him.

"Quite a few people over the years," he smiled, lighthearted.

"Well, I'm sorry," you squeezed his hand in yours.

When you were waiting for the main course, you had an idea. "Hey, you can't get drunk, right?"

"Not on your Midgardian version of booze, no. Why?"

"Perfect. Hey!" you signaled for a waitress to come over, ignoring Thor's questioning look, "Can we get a bottle of the most alcoholic wine you got here?" you smiled.

If the waitress thought the request was weird, she didn't show it. She just told you how much it costs, which nearly made you give it up but you really needed this tonight.

When you were done ordering it and the waitress went to bring it, you turned to Thor. "I know we just met each other, and this probably isn't the best first impression, but please can you just call me a cab at the end of dinner? Because I'm kinda planning to get drunk."

He chuckled, again making you experience the illusion that you could feel the sound between you. "Of course. If that would help."

"That would help a ton, thank you," you grinned at him, just as the waitress came back with your wine and the first course.

A whole bottle of wine consumed exclusively by you and a few dishes later, you knew it was time to go home. You paid the bill, trying not to freak out at how expansive it was. Thor wanted to pay too, but you assured him that it was fine, and it was you that dragged him out here anyway.

While you were standing outside waiting for a cab you could hail, you shivered a little in the cold.

Steve always gave you his jacket when you got cold.

Maybe it was the drinks, the late hour or just plain old breakup sadness, you felt tears come to your eyes, unable to stop them from flowing out.

You started sniffling and Thor noticed, his head immediately turning to look at you. "What's wrong?"

"He left me, Thor," you cried, "I thought everything was fine and he dumped me. And he was nice about it, so I can't even be mad and blame him, and that just means that," you barely contained your sobs, "it means I'm not enough. Everyone leaves me because I'm never enough." You buried your face in his bicep, too wound up in your misery to even notice how nice it was.

"Now, now," his other hand lifted to stroke your hair. It was a little awkward, but in your inebriated state you couldn't care less. "You're more than enough. I met you today and even I know you're wonderful."

You lifted your head to meet his eyes. Sniffling once again, you tried to stop crying. "Thank you," you said once you felt you gained enough composure. "I'm sorry I sprung all of this on you. I'll get a cab, go sleep it off," you said, awkwardness now prominent. God, you just made a fool of yourself in front of… a god. A literal god. Fuck.

"Where do you live?" he asked, seemingly unbothered. You gave him your address. "Well, I believe it's not that far. Do you need to wait for a cab or can you walk home?"

"I mean, I could walk, it's just that New York City at night isn't the safest place for a girl to walk alone," you smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, yes," he frowned, "I suppose you're correct. I could walk you home, if you'd like?"

You looked around. No cabs in sight. "Actually, yeah. That'd be cool."

The chilly night air sobered you up a bit. Once you got to your building, you bid Thor goodbye, thanking him again, before going up to your apartment and stumbling tiredly onto your bed, where you fell into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, you woke up still wearing yesterday's dress and with a slight headache, groaning as you got yourself out of bed to shower, change and drink some water, get an aspirin.

Once you had done all that, you checked your phone for any messages. You weren't supposed to come into work today, so you weren't expecting anything, but just to make sure. Surprisingly enough, there was a text from a number you hadn't recognized.

It said it was Thor and he asked how are you, but there was no way that was true, right? I mean, you didn't think Thor even had a phone, let alone your number. On the other hand, you couldn't think of anyone else who'd know enough to text you that.

Skeptical, you texted back that you were fine, not too far from the truth but still kind of far, and were planning to spend the day watching movies and eating ice cream, which was the truth.

How'd you get my number? You texted again before he could answer.

Jarvis had it, he texted back. He's quite useful. I do wonder why he won't leave his room.

You laughed. Either this was actually Thor, or it was someone really, really good. Before you could think up a reply, you saw the three little dots signifying he was typing again.

Would you perhaps want some company while you watch these movies?

You gasped out loud even though there was no one there to hear it. Was Thor really asking to come over and watch movies? With you? It was hard to believe. Maybe it is someone else after all.

You texted him he should come over if he wanted to. Thor knew your address, if it was really him, he'd come over. If it was some crazy stalker, you just wouldn't let him in and continue in your plans of bawling in front of some sappy movies. If it was actually Thor… well, you'd have to cry in front of him, you guess.

You already started on your ice cream and started The Notebook, figuring it was a good way to start your wallowing fest, and you were starting to get really into it when you heard a knock on the door. You moved as quietly as you could towards the door, looking through the peephole. To your momentary relief, it was Thor and not some stalker. Why momentary? Because holy fucking shit Thor was standing at your day and you were in your pajamas.

"Just a sec!" you called out. You figured you didn't have time to change, but you at least tried to get your hair in some sort of order before you opened the door, hiding your PJs clad body with it.

"Hi," you smiled bashfully once you closed the door behind him.

"Hello," he said, smiling. "Ah, I see you've already started. What movie is that?"

"Well, it's called The Notebook. Do you know it?"

He replied that no, he didn't, and you explained the plot briefly to him as you sat down, wrapping yourself back up in a fuzzy blanket before taking your ice cream back.

"Oh, where are my manners, would you like some?" you gestured the ice cream towards him.

"Yes, sure!" he nodded, and you were glad he at least knew what ice cream was. If someone hadn't bothered to introduce him that would just be cruel.

You went to get the ice cream, the blanket dragging behind you like a cape, and you returned with another tub of ice cream and a spoon, bringing them to him before sitting back down and starting the movie.

You two didn't speak much throughout the movie. When it got to the really sad parts you started crying silently, but by the ending you were just fully sobbing, and, as it seemed, so was he.

"That was so… sad," he said, "is this the entertainment Midgardians always enjoy?"

"Not always," you said, stopping to blow your nose, "we have happy things too. It's just, I got dumped last night, so I'd like the chance to cry a little, you know?"

"That's fair. And it was very beautiful. They loved each other."

"They did," you said, your eyes filling with tears again.

"What's next?"

You watched some more sad movies, and then introduced Thor to the wonderful world of takeout food while you changed to some rom com, a little more cheerful. He laughed the whole way through, and the movie wasn't even that funny, but you giggled along as well, unable not to join his roaring laughter.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch in the evening, exhausted, mostly emotionally. The next morning when you woke up he was gone, but he did text you that if you needed anything you could tell him.

Over time, you and Thor started hanging out some more. Mostly at your place or outside, since you really didn't want to risk running into Steve.

It took you time, getting over Steve. Time and tears.  And really, Thor being there helped. A lot. He was a rock, a shoulder to cry on.

A broad, muscular shoulder to ugly cry on.

At first, the thought of starting something with Thor didn't even cross your mind. Sure, he was sweet, but it was platonic, and you were busy getting over your breakup anyway.

But then, you realized it became something… more. To you at least. Because despite the tears, he didn't leave. Never wanted to.

Long story short, when Thor invited you to go to dinner one night, a few months after you met each other, you tried really hard not to think of it as a date. A friend-date, if anything.

"How's it going?" you asked, sitting down in front of him in the small diner.

"Good," he smiled at you, "You?"

"Great," you smiled back.

"So, I have some news," he started, continued once you gave him an encouraging nod, "I have to go back to Asgard in a week or two."

"Oh," you said. It made sense, Thor being on earth as long as he already has been should've raised your curiosity, but you didn't really want to think about it until this moment. "I guess you're happy to go home."

"I am," he hummed, "But… there was something I wanted to ask you before I leave. And be honest. Would you like… well, would you give me the opportunity to court you?"

You sat in stunned silence for a few moments. "Like, you're asking me to date you?" you said incredulously.

"I am," he chuckled nervously, "But you don't have to- I know you might not want to because of Steve and-"

"I haven't thought of Steve for a really long time," you cut him off with a smile, "mostly thanks to you. You make me really happy, and I would love to let you court me," you giggled.

"Really?" he asked, awestruck.

"Really," you smiled, leaning across the table, intending to press a kiss to his cheek. At the last moment he turned, making you plant your lips on his in a soft kiss.

You pulled away smiling, and so was he. He took your hand in his from across the table, and you continued to eat your food like you two usually do. Well, almost. Now there were timid exchanges of looks, gently hand squeezes.

And a breathtaking goodnight kiss.

But it was so natural, so normal, you couldn't bring yourself to admit the absurdity of him being a literal god and you being… just a human.

You spent the week he had left together, making the best of it.

In the future, you'd visit his home, he'd visit yours. And he'll always make sure to remind you you're not just a human, you are, in fact, his favorite one.

It never failed to make you smile.

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this was my first time writing for thor, i hope i did him justice:))

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Hi!!! Love your writing style you're so cool! I was wondering if you'd be able to write a sickfic focusing on atsumu and osamu-specifically atsumu taking care of his little brother! And maaaybe if you wanted to add some angst before it got better 👀 anyways hope you have a wonderful dayyyyy 😊

Anonymous said:

Can I get an unexpected sick atsumu that is at home from school with his brother after sleeping in. Their mother had the day off and didn’t feel like going anywhere so she allowed them to stay home. Maybe in the middle of the afternoon Atsumu starts to feel strangely sick but he hoped it would pass if he took a nap. He slept on the top bunk while Osamu plays video games on the bottom when he sudden wakes up without warning and starts to projectile spew. Caretaker Mom (cause I need some sweet momma content) and Osamu being supportive and understanding.

The Biggest Idiot of All Idiots: a Miya twins sick fic

Characters: sick Atsumu, caretakers Osamu & Mama Miya (lol)

Word Count: 3,426 (!!!)

Warnings: swearing, heat exhaustion passing out, and Miya-family shenanigans

Part 2

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Thank you for the requests and kind words!! I combined it with one from @super-secret-sick-fics

I changed a couple details, but tried to stay mostly true to what was asked for! I hope that’s okay :)

This is gonna be a two-parter bc it got to be way too long. I’m not sure when Part 2 will be up yet.

I didn’t edit this at all (I never do, honestly) and I know I’ll hate myself for that later. But alas, I have zero patience so here it is!

Enjoy :)

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Atsumu was rudely awakened by something annoying and probably stupid pushing up on his back.

“Tsumu, get outta bed ya lazy asshole.”

Ah yes, the annoying and definitely stupid thing was his equally annoying and stupid brother shoving the bottom of his mattress up from the bottom bunk.

“Why?” he grumbled and flipped over onto his stomach. He buried his head into his pillow and sighed. There was a subtle ache nagging at him on the left side of his head and he wanted it to go away.

“Cause Ma took the day off to do yard work and chores with us. It’s ‘sposed to be hot today so we said we’d do the yard work first thing. Remember? Or are you really that stupid?”

Osamu’s face popped up over the railing of Atsumu’s bed. His brother’s normal deadpan stare was accented by a single eyebrow raise of expectation.

Atsumu narrowed his eyes at him for a brief moment before groaning. He sat up and the pain in his head spread to encompass the rest of his head. Immediately, he was cranky.

“Fine. Just get outta my face,” Atsumu all but spit. Osamu’s face scrunched up, but he jumped down to the floor.

“What’s crawled up yer ass so early?” He mumbled, pulling on some athletic shorts. Atsumu wanted to respond with something snarky, but the pain in his head muddled his thoughts and he couldn’t think of anything clever enough.

“Screw you,” he settled on and crawled to the ladder to get out of bed. The headache would most likely go away after he ate something, so there was no need to say anything about it and risk getting teased.

Osamu eyed him, a frown on his face for a second. Then he scoffed.

“Alright assface. I’ll be downstairs. Ma made breakfast.” With that, he left the room.

Atsumu took his time getting dressed and ready for the day. He was moving slower thanks to the ache in his skull. The dumb headache also made his body feel tired and achy so he didn’t really feel the need to push things and make it worse.

“Good mornin’, Sweetheart!” His mother greeted when he finally made it to the kitchen. She was at the stove, flipping some pancakes, her salt and pepper hair pulled back in a loose braid. She was already in work clothes. Atsumu had to admit that it was going to be nice to spend some time with his mom. Their father ran a small convenience store, so she had to work full time to help supplement that income. He was excited to spend time with either of his parents when he could, even if it was doing chores.

The twins had, of course, offered to get part time jobs. However, both of their parents shut down the idea quickly, telling them to focus on volleyball and “enjoying their youth.”

“Mornin’” he yawned and sat down across from Osamu at the table. He was already half way done eating and scrolled mindlessly through his phone. Atsumu tried to do the same, but the tiny words and the blue light from his phone only exacerbated his headache, so he sighed and gave up. Instead, he put his head down on his arms and waited for his mom to tell him to come get his food. After a minute, Osamu kicked his shin under the table.

“Oi, what’re ya doin’?” he asked roughly. Atsumu rolled his eyes and exhaled, annoyed.

“‘M tired. That alright with ya?” He glared at his brother. Osamu kept steady eye contact, rising to Atsumu’s challenge. The lights burned though, and Atsumu had to blink. He clicked his tongue and turned his head away.

“Yer bein’ weirder than normal,” Osamu said with his mouth full of pancake. Atsumu’s lip curled in disgust.

“Yer disgustin’.”

“Says the pig.”

“Listen—“

“Tsumu! Come get yer breakfast!” Miya-san interrupted. Osamu smirked at him, smug about getting the last word.

Atsumu sat down at the table with a single pancake, half a spoonful of scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice. His mother gave him an earful about not eating enough and he was sure that Samu would do the same.

Osamu eyed his plate and then eyed Atsumu and then his breakfast again. His twin pursed his lips, but didn’t say anything, shoving more food in his mouth.

While Atsumu was grateful that his brother didn’t comment on his smaller-than-usual meal, he was incredibly suspicious of the lack of insults.

The truth was, Atsumu’s stomach felt...wrong. He wasn’t sure what it was because he didn’t feel sick persay, but he didn’t feel good either. Starting off with a smaller meal and going back for seconds was more appealing to him than having a plate full of food that his brother and mom would force him to eat.

Atsumu ate his meal in silence and hoped that it would help his headache and the strange feeling in his stomach before he had to spend all afternoon doing yard work in the blazing summer heat.

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Osamu watched his brother weeding the flower bed with a careful eye. Something was wrong. He knew it from the moment Atsumu woke up. His stupid brother wouldn’t tell him anything (if he even registered it himself, the idiot) so the only thing he could do was keep an eye on him and make sure he didn’t start crying or dying.

They’d been outside for about an hour and a half now, weeding, mowing the lawn, planting new flowers, and whatever else their mom wanted and it was only getting hotter. The sun wasn’t even directly above them yet, but the heat surrounded them like a thick blanket. It felt like Osamu was moving through a pool of jell-o while he pushed the lawn mower forward.

Osamu was sweating and panting ever so slightly, but Atsumu looked like he just returned from a grueling volleyball game. He was dripping sweat and his shoulders moved visibly up and down with each breath he took. Osamu figured that his brother was probably dehydrated and too stupid to admit it or too stupid to realize it.

“Tsumu,” Osamu called. Atsumu pulled his head up from the weeds and squinted at his brother across the lawn. He was pale, and all of Osamu’s twinstincts told him Atsumu needed to go inside quickly.

“Wanna go get lunch?” He tried, because Atsumu was dumb and wouldn’t admit that something was wrong, so Osamu needed to find some excuse for them to go inside. There, his mother would realize that something was up and force his brother to rest and hydrate.

“We just ate not that long ago. You that hungry, ya pig?” Came the snappy comeback. It had less bite to it than usual. The lack of venom from this and the weak comebacks from this morning only solidified for Osamu that his brother was not alright. That, coupled with the sheer amount of sweat and his continued heavy breaths made it seem like the idiot was dying or something.

“Screw you,” Osamu sneered (because even if something was wrong with his stupid brother he was still an unbearable asshole). “It’s hot and I’m working up more of a sweat. So yeah, ‘m hungry.” Atsumu waved him off lethargically.

“Then you go in. I’m almost done here,” Atsumu all but wheezed and turned back to the flower bed. Osamu took a deep breath and tried to remember that he was attempting to be a good brother and good brothers don’t punch their dying brothers in the face.

“Just come in and get some water then,” Osamu offered, walking to stand behind his brother. Atsumu looked over his shoulder, his ugly face contorted into confusion.

“Why’re you being so nice?”

Osamu squeezed his fist by his side.

“If you get dehydrated, I’ll have to play setter tomorrow at mornin’ practice and I don’t wanna.”

Hopefully the threat of being replaced, even if temporarily, would get Atsumu to see some sense. The longer Osamu studied him the more (begrudging) concern he felt. Now that he was closer, he noticed a glaze over Atsumu’s eyes and a flush to his cheeks.

Osamu surmised from this that his stupid idiot brother caught a summer cold like a stupid idiot.

Atsumu hesitated, but eventually, nodded. He put his hands on his knees to push himself up. Osamu let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. One battle down. Next he’d have to convince him to rest up some.

His relief was short-lived. As soon as Atsumu stood up, his knees buckled underneath him and he fell back onto Osamu heavily. Startled, Osamu just barely managed to keep his balance and catch him, holding Atsumu under his arms.

“What the fu--” he started, ready to lay into Atsumu, only to be stopped by the vacant look in his brother’s eyes. It was different from the haze he noticed just a second ago. It was like Atsumu wasn’t seeing anything. His eyes stared off blankly at nothing, half-lidded and foggy. He was still panting, but it was shallower, if possible.

The next thing Osamu noticed was how cool Atsumu’s skin felt, despite the intense heat and the flush of his cheeks. Atsumu, the dumbass, was indeed not okay.

“Tsumu? Hey, can you hear me?” Osamu asked. Atsumu’s eyes slowly found Osamu’s, but it still didn’t look like he registered anything. The only response he got was a whine.

“Shit. Yer so freakin’ stupid, you dumbass,” Osamu muttered. Atsumu groaned. There was no way he could get Atsumu into the house without help. Thankfully, the flower bed was near the front door, so he wouldn’t have to take him far, but the door was shut in an attempt to keep the hot air outside, so he needed help.

“Ma!” Osamu yelled, “Ma! C’mere, quick! Tsumu’s sick!” Atsumu winced at his brother’s volume.

“Sorry, ‘Tsumu, I’m sorry. Fuck. I can’t believe you--” Osamu said frantically, despite himself. He really didn’t like his brother, but he still loved him and this was still very scary.

Their mom was at the door a second later, concern already painted on her face. Upon noticing her one son all but unconsciousness, leaning on her other son, the concern grew to panic and she was outside and beside them in no time flat.

“What in the hell happened?” she asked, brushing Atsumu’s hair back. Her eyes widened when she no doubt picked up on the abnormal cool temperature of his brother’s skin.

“He’s been actin’ weird all mornin’. Then he came out here in this heat and I just convinced him to go inside for some water when he passed out. He’s so freakin’ stupid.” Osamu explained.

“Of course, the stubborn idiot. Let’s get him inside and cool him off,” his mother said, still holding Tsumu’s face.

“Yeah. I can do it, I just need yer help with the door and getting him on my back,” Osamu replied. The longer they were in this heat the more dangerous it became so they needed to move as quickly as they could without making things worse.

Together, they managed to get Atsumu on Osamu’s back.

“Hold on, idiot,” Osamu commanded. Atsumu buried his face into his brother’s shoulders. He weakly grabbed onto his wrist to keep his arms wrapped around Osamu’s shoulder. Relief trickled in to meet Osamu’s panic when he realized that meant that Atsumu may be coming to just a little. Yeah

As soon as they were inside, their mom went to the kitchen to get some water and wet rags while Osamu took his imbecile brother to the couch. He laid him down, putting his feet up on the arm rest (all the boys on the volleyball team knew how to deal with heat exhaustion) and brought the fan closer. He sat on the floor beside Atsumu’s feet and waited for him to come back.

Miya-san came back a second later with a sports drink and several wash cloths. She placed one on Atsumu’s forehead and he sighed (Osamu was once again relieved that his brother seemed to be registering at least a little of his surroundings). The others she used to pat down his arms and legs.

The next few minutes were tense and silent as they waited for the idiot of the bunch to cool down and return to the land of the fully conscious.

“Sa-Samu?” Atsumu breathed. Osamu’s head whipped towards his brother. Atsumu was squeezing his eyes shut, a deep frown settled on his face.

“Tsumu, thank god,” Osamu exhaled heavily.

“Atsumu, baby, can you hear me? How’re ya feelin’?” Their mother asked gently, sweeping his hair back and sitting on the floor beside his head.

Atsumu’s eyes trailed lazily to meet their mother’s and he took a second longer than Osamu would have liked to respond.

“Head...head hurts,” he whined and closed his eyes again, his eyebrows furrowing together.

“Mhm, that’s to be expected when yer a dummy that got heat exhaustion. When yer ready, I need ya to sit up and drink something, okay?” She said, cupping his cheek. Her words, though seemingly harsh, were always soft. They never failed to comfort the twins whenever they were upset about something.

Atsumu visibly leaned into her touch.

“H-hot,” he murmured.

“No, shit, idiot,” Osamu responded. His mother shot him a glare. He rolled his eyes at her hypocrisy.

Another few minutes later, and they eased Atsumu into a sitting position and handed him the green sports drink (which Osamu found gross, but was his brother’s favorite). He took small sips and deep breaths.

“I’m goin’ to go get ya a little something to munch on, alright baby? Call me if ya need something,” Miya-san said. She kissed the top of his head and left the room.

Osamu watched his brother with a careful eye. He took in the flush of his cheeks, the paleness of the rest of his face, his shaking hand that rested subtly on his stomach. Sure, he just passed out and these things should be no surprise, but something deep in Osamu’s bones told him that Atsumu was hiding something; that something more was wrong.

“‘M gonna go help, Ma. Don’t do anything stupid.” Osamu stood and Atsumu nodded. The lack of a return insult, the lack of any verbal response at all from his obnoxious twin set all of Osamu’s nerves on edge.

“Ma,” he said as he entered the kitchen, “I think Tsumu is really sick.” He leaned against the counter where she was getting some crackers to put on a plate.

“He just passed out from heat exhaustion, Samu of course he’s sick.” She smiled at him softly.

“No, no. I mean… he’s been weird all mornin’ and I think somethins’ wrong,” Osamu pushed. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but his whole body told him that Atsumu was being a bigger idiot than either of them realized.

Miya-san glanced over at her son. Osamu tried to convey on his face how strongly he felt about this, how she needed to believe him. She studied him for a second before nodding and turning back to the plate.

“Okay. We’ll keep an eye on him, alright?” Osamu’s shoulders relaxed minutely.

In the living room, Atsumu was lying down again, his head pillowed against the arm rest and his legs curled into his stomach. He was still frowning.

“Tsumu, you should eat something,” Osamu tried. The frown on Atsumu’s face morphed into a grimace.

“Don’t wanna…” he replied, petulantly.

“Just a few crackers, please?” Miya-san asked, sitting by Atsumu’s feet. He looked between the two of them and sighed.

“Fine,” he relented. Too easily, for Osamu’s liking. On Osamu’s list of Things To Hate About Atsumu, stubbornness was easily in the top three.

Atsumu nibbled on a few crackers until their mother seemed satisfied and left the room. As soon as she did, Atsumu collapsed heavily back onto the couch.

Osamu paused for a second before he gave in to his baser instincts as a brother and twin and sat beside Atsumu on the couch. Almost immediately, Atsumu repositioned himself to lean on Osamu’s shoulder.

Osamu felt the tension ease out of his shoulders when his brother exhaled slowly and shakily, closing his eyes.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s really goin’ on? Or are you gonna continue to be stupid?” Osamu asked after a moment.

His ill twin tenses again and Osamu almost feels bad. Key word: almost.

(If Atsumu was going to continue being an asshole, he would not feel bad if this came and bit him in the ass.)

“...I don’t know. Just been feelin’ odd all day,” Atsumu relented and Osamu’s eyes disappeared behind his hairline.

“Must be feelin’ pretty bad if yer admittin’ it so easily,” Osamu teased. The guilt pooling in his stomach was not something he’d share with his brother easily. His pride wouldn’t let him.

That didn’t take away from the fact that it was there though. Of course it was. Osamu could tell something was off the second he looked at Atsumu’s face this morning, yet he let him go on and work in the scorching sun all morning.

“Mmm,” Atsumu hummed, easing further into his brother’s side.

“Can ya tell me what’s wrong?” Osamu rested his head on Atsumu’s.

“Head hurts. Stomach’s been feelin’ weird,” Atsumu yawned. Osamu nodded.

“Wanna go take a shower and lay in bed?”

“Can’t move even if I wanted to.”

“I’ll help ya, stupid,” Osamu scoffed.

“Why’re you bein’ so nice?” Atsumu asked again. Osamu wouldn’t acknowledge the twinge in his chest that came when Atsumu didn’t believe that Osamu could be nice to him when he needed to be.

“No one else is gonna be,” he said instead.

“Ma’s here,” came the rebuttal.

“Let’s just go upstairs. You should get some rest so I don’t have to sub for ya at practice tomorrow.”

“Hate to admit it, Samu, but I don’t think I’ll make practice tomorrow,” Atsumu grumbled.

And well. Fuck. If Atsumu was already thinking that way, if he wasn’t fighting him about practice, wasn’t convinced he’d go tomorrow, then he must be really sick. The rock in Osamu’s stomach got a little heavier.

“Let’s go,” Osamu said. Atsumu nodded.

“Ma! I’m taking Tsumu upstairs to shower and get in bed!” Osamu called to their mom.

With that, Osamu eased his brother to stand, trying to ignore the way his face paled when he was upright, and slowly they made their way upstairs.

Osamu made Atsumu take a cold shower before he allowed him to settle into bed.

(Atsumu protested and whined the whole time. Osamu kept to himself that the argument that ensued made him feel a little better about Atsumu’s overall condition.)

Atsumu fell asleep almost instantly, curled into a ball around his pillow. Osamu gave him a sweatshirt and some athletic shorts to wear because he kept complaining about being cold. Convincing him that it was just because of the shower and that he’d warm up proved completely fruitless, so in the end Osamu relented.

Looking at his brother now, Osamu could tell that the worst was yet to come. Again, it was just a gut feeling. It set him on edge and kept his shoulders tight by his ears.

When Miya-san came to check on them, Osamu apologized, and though it meant showing his concern for his idiotic brother, asked her if he could skip their chores for the rest of the day and hang out in their room to keep an eye on Atsumu.

(Their mother was the one person they couldn’t lie to; she’d see past their proud facades and break them down with her eyes until they relented and told her what was really happening. Eventually, they stopped trying to lie to her.)

She agreed easily and told him she would run out to the store to prepare for the worst case scenario (see: Atsumu being a whiny little pissant). Osamu shouldn’t have been surprised that she believed him about his weird gut feeling. Thinking back on it, the two twins always knew when something was wrong with the other.

Miya-san left and Osamu took one last look at his brother sleeping on the top bunk before settling on the floor in front of his own bed. He grabbed an X-Box remote and turned on some game he’s played a thousand times, the volume low, and waited for the other shoe to drop.

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Dincobb Week Day 2 - Hurt/Comfort (SFW)

Welcome to my Dincobb Week fanfic posts! I've written stories and scenes of varying lengths and tones. For clarity I should say that most of these exist as miniature AUs of their own and have no continuity with each other or with anything else I've written about these characters, so in different pieces they may be described having different physical features, personal possessions, preferences, et cetera. (There are three exceptions which I'll note as such when they come out.) Thanks to @djarining, who helped me a lot with brainstorming and discussing my ideas!

For today I have two pieces, an SFW and an NSFW - the NSFW is scheduled to post an hour after this one. The SFW is the first of the three linked stories - the other two are SFW and NSFW for a finale (but the SFWs can stand alone if you prefer not to read the NSFW one).

Hurt/Comfort - Sunburn and Grief

“Oh, partner,” Cobb says with rueful sympathy. “Look at the state of you.”

Din doesn’t know how his face looks, but from the hot, tight feeling of the skin he guesses it’s much like what he can see of his arms, shoulders, chest — burned crimson. Even his eyelids feel burned, and puffy to boot. He’s feeling pretty angry with himself. Just because he’d been enjoying the newfound warmth of the sun on his face was no reason to decide to take his shirt off and feel it all over the top of his body. It was a dumb impulse and the fact it had felt blissfully good, so much so that after he lay down to bask on the patch of sand behind Cobb’s house that he jokingly calls the garden, he fell fast asleep, did not excuse it. This is his natural punishment, he guesses, for getting into a “nothing matters any more so I’ll do whatever I feel like” state of mind, exacerbated by day-drinking. He’s not sure if the splitting headache is because of the sunburn or more of a hangover symptom. Either way, he knows he deserves it — and he doesn’t deserve how gentle Cobb is being with him, guiding him into the cool shade of the house with a hand carefully on his unburned back.

“You don’t have to look after me,” Din says. “I deserve this.”

“You’re under my roof, so yes I do,” says Cobb. “We take hospitality seriously out here. Sit down.” He guides him into a chair by his kitchen table and looks him over again. “You’re already blistering, you poor dummy. Well, first things first, you’re dehydrated.” He brings him a tall glass of water. “Slow sips, now. You gulp it down and you’re liable to throw up. I once found that out the hard way.”

Din doesn’t want to be fussed over but he still has enough of a wish to survive that he takes the glass gratefully. He takes a first sip to wet his mouth and throat, then another that he tries to hold in his mouth for as long as he can before swallowing. Cobb’s left the room; he thinks he can hear him in the bathroom, opening and shutting the cabinets. It’s so hard to think clearly; his head aches and he’s still not really sober. He can’t think what he should be doing. Is this sunstroke? What are you supposed to do for sunstroke again? He doesn’t think he’s ever been sunburned before, maybe it always feels this awful and he just wouldn’t know. Not really a Mandalorian problem. And he’s not really a Mandalorian now, so it’s become his problem. He drinks the rest of the water, probably too fast, but if he throws up he probably deserves that too.

Cobb comes back with a handful of washcloths and a big jar of something pale yellow and waxy-looking. “Let’s get you cooled down,” he says, and goes about efficiently filling a big bowl with water, throwing in some ice from the freezer, soaking the cloths and laying them spread out on Din’s chest and arms. They feel shockingly cold at first and he flinches, but almost immediately they seem to grow warm from the heat of his skin. Cobb’s humming softly as he does it, a constant soothing sound. “Head back,” he says, and lays a wet cloth over Din’s face, then leaves again and comes back with something that he sets on the table beside him. There’s a click and a whirr and a fan is blowing across his body, helping to chill the wet cloths again. Cobb keeps re-dipping and replacing them. Quiet minutes pass. The coolness is so merciful. Din opens his mouth a bit and sucks some water from the cloth over his face. His lips really hurt, but it’s still comforting somehow. He remembers how Grogu was hellbent on sucking soapy water out of the washcloth whenever he gave him a bath, and the memory stabs him under the ribs. Why does he have to remember stuff like that? Stuff that was annoying and a little gross and worried him at the time, but that he’d now give an arm or a leg to have back in his life?

“Okay,” says Cobb, peeling the wet cloth back from his face, “I want you to drink some more water. I put some rehydration salts in this glass, so it may taste a little funny, but you need the electrolytes or whatever.” Din accepts the glass and drinks, obediently; he’s starting to feel very slightly better physically. “And I bet you have the mother of a headache, so take these too.” He gives him a couple of white capsules to swallow.

“Thanks,” Din says, his voice even more subdued than normal. Cobb is watching him with his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand. He looks concerned, which makes Din feel guilty, but also irritable because Cobb doesn’t have to concern himself. Yes, Din asked if he could stay here, but he could always have said no, he can always ask him to leave if he becomes a burden. He should leave, it was so selfish to come here just because he was miserable and didn’t want to be around anyone else. He doesn’t know where else to go, though. He can probably go and find Boba. He would give him a job. He should probably have stuck with him anyway, but he felt like he’d imposed on him a lot already. Or followed Bo-Katan and tried to sort out all the Darksaber political nonsense. Not come here just because he wanted to see Cobb. Because he missed him and wished he could have spent longer with him in the first place. And all he’s done since he got here is act like a depressed asshole. And for reasons unknown Cobb is putting up with it. Yes, he’s a good, kind person, and maybe he feels like he still owes Din for his help over and above giving him the armour, but he still shouldn’t put up with it. Maybe he won’t for much longer. Whatever good opinion Din bought back then must be eroding fast. And that thought stabs at him, too.

“Okay,” says Cobb, taking the washcloths off Din’s left arm, closer to him, resting on the wooden arm of the chair. “This is good for sunburn, windburn, you name it. The all-purpose old-fashioned Tatooine skin balm.” He takes the lid off the jar, scoops out a generous amount on his fingertips, and begins smoothing it onto the burned skin on the back of Din’s left hand. It looks waxy, but it’s so soft that it melts into his skin almost immediately. “Mind you, you’re bound to peel, as crispy as you are, but this’ll soothe the pain and help your skin recover.”

Din’s cracked lips tremble, and if he wasn’t dehydrated he’s pretty sure there would be tears in his eyes. Cobb’s hands are so gentle. Being touched on the sunburn hurts, too, but it’s the gentleness that makes him want to cry. Cobb quietly, patiently, continues up Din’s arm to the shoulder, then moves his chair to do the same on the other side. He’s humming all the while, an old Tatooine folk song, Din thinks. Or for all he knows, last summer’s big pop hit, it’s not like he keeps up with these things.

“Sure do have a lot of scars,” Cobb remarks as he reaches the top of Din’s arm. “Looks like some of these wounds were cauterised.”

“I can’t exactly give myself stitches,” mumbles Din.

“Life’s been like that, huh?” Cobb says sympathetically. “Been there. Things are better now.” His voice softens further. “Things do get better, if you give it time and don’t lose heart. Turn your chair towards me, I gotta get your front.”

When he removes one of the washcloths from Din’s chest, Din takes it from him and drapes it over his face again. Being covered is such a relief, even if he has no right to it now. It’s particularly a relief because Cobb’s hand stroking his belly and chest with soothing balm is… embarrassing. His face would be red even if it wasn’t burned. He’s not used to this kind of physical intimacy with… anyone really. The fact that it’s still somewhat painful to be touched and his head still aches is keeping him from enjoying it in any unseemly way, but he wishes he’d laid down to bask on his front. He could just have a burnt back then. Much less… confronting to have your back touched. Cobb’s hand is stroking his neck now; he’s even burned under his chin, which feels ridiculous.

“Okay,” says Cobb, “I need to see your face again.” He takes the washcloth and Din lifts his head again, but keeps his eyes closed. Cobb begins by smoothing a dab of balm over each puffy upper lid. Now he thinks about it, he must look pretty hideous, not just red but swollen. It’s not the sort of thing he’s used to thinking about, or caring about, but it does bother him a little to have Cobb see him look like this. Gentle but firm fingertips spread balm over his forehead, down his nose, across his cheeks, down to his chin. He must have absorbed enough water by now from the two glasses he drank; tears are sneaking from the corners of his eyes and stinging his skin painfully. He feels Cobb’s thumb brushing balm across his chapped lips, the last place on his face, and thinks that will be the end of it, but then he feels hands cupping the sides of his head, thumbs stroking his temples. “Look at me, Din,” Cobb says quietly.

Reluctantly, he opens his eyes. He isn’t prepared for what he sees in Cobb’s eyes, the tenderness and affection but also the trouble and fear.

“Don’t hurt yourself like this again,” Cobb says. “Please.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Din says, although his voice comes out weird, choked and husky.

“Wasn’t it?”

“Trust me,” he says with a little grim smile, “if I wanted to hurt myself I know a lot more efficient ways to do it.”

“But —”

“If I wanted to hurt myself I could just go out back and eat my blaster. Quick and easy. Roll down the dune and let the wind cover me up.”

“Please don’t talk like that,” Cobb says urgently. “Don’t be so flip like you don’t matter.”

“I — I don’t matter,” Din says. “I don’t matter any more. I — I’m nothing any more,” and then the dam breaks and he’s crying. It hurts, it hurts to stretch the burned skin of his face, it hurts where the tears cut through the balm, but it hurts worst inside his chest, around his heart.

“Oh, no,” says Cobb, and pulls him forward, pulls Din’s head to his shoulder, hugs him close, and Din feels his hands stroke his back, his unburned back where thank heavens, he can feel some real comfort from the touch. He still can’t stop crying. It’s a raw, ugly sound that tears his throat, a stupid, inarticulate a-hur-hur-hur. “No, darlin’, no,” Cobb’s telling him, “you’re so wrong, you matter so much to me, you are everything to me. You don’t know how happy I was to see you. To see your face! Or how broken up to see you so miserable. I wish I knew what to do for you, what to say.”

Din still can’t stop crying, but if he’s ever able to do so, he’ll want to tell Cobb that he’s doing and saying it now.

#dincobweek2021 #dincobweek #dincobb week #fanfic #suicidal ideation cw #self harm cw #hurt/comfort

[ivanabaqero]

Since I just returned from rehab, here is my.. idk, emotional journey on my chronic illness + mental health or wtf ever u wanna call this. This is the most personal thing I have ever posted but I need to get it out. 

Before you read, I guess I gotta tw this for suicidal thoughts and descriptions of my symptoms.

I don’t even know where to start. It feels like all of this happened in one week and at the same in a span of several years. But no idea, time just kept passing and more shit happened. 

Last summer was pretty cool. I worked hard and made a fuckton of money - not really considering the consequences of the fact that I overstepped the boundaries of my body every single day. Either way, I regret nothing it was pretty cool and another experience I am glad I could make. Well, but when I came back home, I started to notice a few things. Among some weird shit nobody wants to know about, I noticed a change of my eyesight. There was a cloud right on the vision on my left eye and it got blurry. At first, it started with minutes and then it passed. But I knew my body responded to exhaustion in an odd way so I let it slide. As doctors have instructed me, only when it lasts over 24 hours it’s an actual episode/flare and I should go to the ER -- to elaborate this further, I have been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 2015 and have not had any bigger flares since, only the regular symptoms like fatigue, etc.

 I got treated with the regular medication; cortisone. This shit gave me some energy boost for a few days and then, things went back to somewhat normal. The blurry thing in my eye has changed into a weird ass thing called nystagmus. Basically, my eyeball was twitching. It was better than the blurry sight and my doctors told me that physical therapy was the only thing to help me with that, and up until some weeks ago this didn’t stop, at the moment it’s gotten way better though - a relief because that caused me mad headache and made reading really difficult.

Anyway, that was the smaller problem. A few months later, in December around Christmas, I have gotten really weak and have been constantly dizzy. As usual, I let it slide for some days. Up until that point when I couldn’t move from the bed or look at anything else but right up at the ceiling or I would get fucking dizzy. Back to the ER again, the same procedure began. Cortisone  resulted in a massive push of energy that lasted for some days, but after that, all the symptoms slowly returned. Not only that, but it started to get worse. I have been dragging and limping with my left foot since months but I still managed somehow to walk and get around. In January I had a major panic attack when I noticed that I couldn’t walk on my own to my doctors, which is merely an 8 minute walk away. I had to call my mom to bring me back home because I couldn’t go any step more. My doctor sent me to the ER but the next day, I decided that I was fine and being over dramatic and everything was perfectly fine. The whole thing kept getting worse, I could not walk anymore, I kept feeling dizzy all the time unless I was staring at only one spot: my laptop or phone. So that was what I did, ignore my symptoms. Adding to my chronic fatigue, dizziness, inability to walk and my eye problem, a sensitivity problem spread all over my body from the chest downwards. My hands hurt and my fingers cramped up and got stiff, I lost all feeling in my feet. I had an appointment at the neurologist thank god, or else, I would have let it gotten worse and kept telling myself that I am being over dramatic and nothing is actually wrong. Delusional? Maybe. I don’t understand myself there either.

The neurologist decided to keep me in hospital for a whole ass week, getting cortisone every day. I got in there with the ambulance in a wheelchair and left out of there walking again. Not perfectly, but I thought things were looking up. Of course, once the high dose of steroids begins to wear off and you slowly come down from it, you first catch sleep. Steroids this time have been given to me five days in high dose instead of three and in addition, I had to take pills that I had to reduce slowly over another two weeks. I did not sleep in those three weeks more than 3-4 hours per night and then I finally could. To make this more understandable; my brain was tired but my body was buzzing. I also had a tremor that has still not entirely left me as a wonderful side effect from the medication. 

That time stationary they finally put me back in a MRT and found 2 bigger new lesions. One of them in my cerebellum and the other in my spinal cord. Each of them causing me all those massive problems. Back at home I had physical therapy every day, but despite all of it, I had to rely on a wheelchair. I got my wheelchair in march and named him Otto because he is the best man ever. Next time in hospital, I was mentally and physically just fucking done and tried to just ignore how much my mental health was going downhill along with my body, the neurologist offered me stationary rehab at a very well known center where they treat several physical as well as mental illnesses. I said yes, and luckily got a place in July.

The initial plan was to stay there for four weeks, but the doctors suggested to extend to six. I did. And good that I did. I made slow progress. Very slow. To imagine, in twenty minutes at the first day I could barely walk 130m with four  breaks in between, with walking aid and what not - and my last day I made 640m in the same time with no breaks. I know this doesn’t sound like a lot but fuck -- I made it out of a fucking wheelchair. I am walking again. Not perfectly or any good, but my legs are used for their purpose again; to get me through this world. For someone who loves hiking and going for little walks alone, this was such a big deal to just not be able to anymore. 

The day I had the panic attack was the day I realized that in 2015 I made a promise to myself that if I ever have to rely on other people, I would end it. But I felt selfish for not wanting to end it. I felt selfish  for wanting to live and being a burden to people. I know, none of this is my fault and I am the first to give good advice, but am I good at handling my own shit? Absolutely not. 

With all the physical therapy I did for six weeks every day, I also had a psychologist that helped me understand myself better and deal with the trauma this experience brought me. I have to find another psychologist at home as well, because I didn’t feel the one I have helped me at all. I had to make a lot of promises to myself, such as accepting and asking for help and that it’s no shame in doing so. I feared losing my independence and I still do. But fuck, this experience was an eye opener in so many ways. I made new friends in rehab as well, which was one of the coolest things. And I got hit on by two attractive men - can you believe? I was in a wheelchair, dressed like absolute shit and not making any kind of deal of how I look! But yeah, my interest wasn’t really there to get involved in anything. I’ve got a lot of love to give but I need to give it to myself rather than pour it out on someone else.

I learned so many lessons, about my body and about my mind. My brain is an idiot and I have so many fears I was never even able to see until now. I thought optimism could beat everything and well... while it helps me a lot to get through every day life, every now and then I just need a slap in the face to look at things in another light. Not everything is fine if you tell yourself it is, no, you are not over reacting and you are allowed to feel sorry for yourself when life is dealing you a bad card. It doesn’t matter that other people have it worse -- it doesn’t mean your own shit is any less valid. And with that, I am going to wash my face and stop crying. I am still in a shock of reality state because I am  back at home now and everything is different. And I got to admit, I feel a little lonely. But I don’t want to reach out to my old friends at the moment with whom I felt like the “sick friend”. I want more friends in similar positions as me so I don’t have to feel bad for... well, feeling bad, and I don’t want to hear any more optimism monologues from healthy people who have absolutely no idea what it is like to have chronic pain, fatigue and overall; an illness. Whether it be mental or physical.

If you really read all of this, thank you. There was no need to, but I appreciate it. I honestly just needed to let it out. Because I haven’t done so properly since all of that started. 

#shush vanana #uhh #no tags i am lazy

[pastelwitchling]

“Please stop pacing,” Alex sighed, his arm over his eyes. “It’s making me dizzy.”

“Where the hell is Valenti?” Michael muttered. “He’s been gone forever.”

“He’s been gone five minutes, and – hey,” he grabbed Michael’s sleeve, stilling him. “Seriously, knock it off.”

Michael swallowed, staring at Alex as he brought his hand down to his stomach, his left leg swinging idly off the edge of the bed. He was trying not to look like he was in pain, but Michael could see his chest rising and falling a little too quickly, like he was trying not to breathe too deeply. Acid burned at the back of Michael’s throat.

“I didn’t mean to, Alex,” he said, the desperate plea in his voice to know, to understand, evident to his own ears. “I – I didn’t think – I didn’t see you – if I had –”

“Shh,” Alex took Michael’s hand, silencing him. His brows were furrowed like he had a headache and his lips pinched at the corner. “I’m fine,” he said. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Michael’s lower lip trembled. He’d just been frustrated, throwing things around his bunker. His star projections hadn’t been aligning right and his calculations hadn’t been adding up and the memory of Alex and Forrest together at the Crashdown that morning haunted every corner of his mind and pissed him off more. In all the commotion, he hadn’t heard Alex climb down the ladder, hadn’t heard him calling his name, hadn’t realized it was his hand on his shoulder until he’d lashed out and his powers had gotten away from him. Until he’d heard Alex’s wince of pain as his back hit the wall, hard, and Michael had seen him fall.

Everything had turned silent then. Michael could say nothing but Alex’s name on his lips, shocked and horrified by what he’d done. Alex had tried to stand, to insist he was fine, but his voice had been hoarse and his breathing ragged. Michael had right then called Kyle and told him he was bringing Alex to him, his hands trembling.

“Stop, Guerin,” Alex had tried. “I’m fine –”

“Get in the truck, Private!” Michael had snapped. He had hurt Alex. He had hurt Alex. He hadn’t been breathing right since.

Michael knelt by Alex’s bed now, and gently pushed his bangs back from his eyes after a moment’s hesitance. His heart swelled when Alex’s eyes fluttered and he turned into the touch, like these hands hadn’t been the same ones that had put him here.

Michael cupped Alex’s jaw, his thumb brushing his cheek, shivering at the soft and cool skin. Alex had always been colder than him, but Michael always found it an unspeakable comfort, something so inherently Alex that no one else ever compared. No one else could be Alex for him. He’d learned that the hard way.

Alex covered Michael’s hand with his own, sighing deeply into his palm. The only deep breath he’d taken since Michael had thrown him into the wall. He winced as the mental image flashed in his mind.

“Why were you wrecking your bunker anyway?” Alex asked, his eyes still closed.

Michael clenched his jaw. He considered lying only for a second before he realized it was the last thing he wanted to do. Not now.

“I saw you and Forrest together at the Crashdown,” he croaked. “I – I got angry.”

Alex opened his eyes, his brows furrowed. “You were jealous?”

“But I didn’t want to hurt you,” Michael said immediately. “I didn’t even hear you come in, I – I hate myself for what I did to you, Alex, I swear –”

“Stop it,” Alex shook his head. “D-Don’t talk like that.”

Michael’s other hand on Alex’s jacket sleeve tightened. “I hurt you –”

“It was an accident,” Alex defended, like he couldn’t stand the thought of even Michael talking bad about his favorite cowboy.

Michael sighed shakily, his eyes burning. “I love you,” he whispered. “I’m so in love with you, Alex, I think it’ll kill me.”

Alex shook his head, and for a terrifying second, Michael worried he’d gone too far. But then a smile tugged at his airman’s lips.

“I love you, too,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Which is what I told Forrest before he went back to New York this morning.”

Michael froze. “What?”

Alex kissed Michael’s palm wearily. “Forrest went back to New York. We broke up last week. We were just . . . saying goodbye.”

Michael started to stand. “R-Really?”

“And you would’ve known that,” Alex chuckled, nuzzling Michael’s hand, “if you’d just asked me. Now you have to replace everything in your bunker. All that work – gone. You’re usually smart, how’d you let that happen?”

But Michael didn’t hear that light jab, didn’t care about his things in the bunker, his research. None of it mattered because . . .

“You love me?”

Alex smiled fondly, and not without some exasperation at Michael, like he wasn’t even surprised that Michael had taken away only one line of their conversation.

“C’mere,” he murmured, putting his other hand in Michael’s curls, bringing his head in.

Michael’s mouth hung open in anticipation, his eyes already fluttering shut, but just as his lips brushed Alex’s, he remembered why they were in the hospital in the first place and all but leaped back.

“No,” he breathed, shaking his head. “No, I’ll – I’ll hurt you again.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Guerin –”

“Hey, back away,” were Kyle’s first words as he came in, glaring at Michael. “It’s your fault he’s even in that bed.”

Michael clenched his jaw, pulling his hands away and curling them to fists in his pockets before he could do something he would regret.

Alex pinched the bridge of his nose. “Kyle, I already told you, this was an accident.”

“Hey,” Kyle tossed Alex’s file on the end of his bed, “you might be willing to shrug this off, but I’m not.” He turned his dark eyes on Michael. “And after all that crap you gave me about hurting him when we were kids –"

“I would never hurt Alex,” Michael growled.

Kyle scoffed, clicking a button on a screen, revealing the x-ray of Alex’s chest that he’d taken. Michael flinched. “Sorry, what? I can’t hear you over the scanner.”

“Okay,” Alex tried, “can we just . . . not right now, please?”

Kyle heaved a sigh and sat on the edge of Alex’s bed, pulling his stethoscope from around his neck. Michael wanted to be angry at him, but Kyle’s eyes softened as they fell on Alex again and he helped him sit up. This was Michael’s fault. Whether he’d meant to do it or not, it was all his fault. What if Kyle was right? What if Alex was just too forgiving of him to be as angry as he should be?

“Breathe in,” Kyle said gently. “Breathe out. Again.”

This went on for another few minutes, and Michael knew Kyle wanted to be thorough, but he was losing his mind waiting for some results. Finally, Kyle sat back.

“The good news is you’ve only got a chest bruise,” he said. “You were hit pretty hard –”

“I didn’t hit him!”

“Then the wall did!” he snapped. “With the force you threw him, you could’ve punctured his lung, Guerin!”

“Guys –”

“If I’d known it was Alex, I –”

“You what?” Kyle demanded. “Maybe if you tried to think with your head instead of your ass –”

“Please –”

“Were you thinking with your head when you made his life a living hell in high school?” Michael tried, but the bite was weak even to him.

Kyle’s barked a laugh. “Yeah, tell me all about that before I take Alex’s file to the nurse.”

“Stop it!” Alex snapped, and collapsed into a fit of coughs. Michael and Kyle fell silent at once, Kyle rubbing soothing circles on Alex’s back as Alex held a hand to his chest.

“Okay, Alex,” Michael managed, his heart breaking with every cough, every wince, every ragged breath. “Okay, baby, I’m sorry. We won’t fight, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” Kyle murmured, still rubbing his back. “It’s okay, just breathe. You’re okay.”

Soon, Alex was leaning against Kyle, his eyes closed, his brows pinched as he took shallow breaths.

“M’okay,” he croaked, and Michael turned away before Alex could see him cry. “M’fine.”

“I know,” Kyle said quietly. “I know you are. You should get some sleep though, stay here tonight.”

Michael turned, wide-eyed. “H-He really needs that?”

Some of the venom in Kyle’s gaze seemed to have gone. “Just for observation. He doesn’t really need it, but it’d make me feel better.” A moment of silence and Michael took note of Kyle still rubbing soothing circles into Alex’s back.

“Here,” Kyle said after a while, and Michael blinked. It took him a second to realize that Kyle wanted him to rub Alex’s back. “It helps.”

Michael swallowed, expecting Alex to insist he didn’t need it, but Alex seemed half-asleep already, the pain in his leg and chest and back, and the countless hours waiting weighing heavily on him now. Not wanting Kyle to change his mind, Michael sat down on the bed, on Alex’s other side, and wrapped an arm around his airman’s waist, pulling him in against him.

“Right around here,” Kyle showed a spot down near Alex’s spine, where he’d been hurt the worst, and Michael held his breath as he pressed his fingers to the area. Alex whimpered slightly against Michael’s neck, but his expression soon relaxed as Michael rubbed.

Before he knew it, Kyle was gone, but he didn’t care. Alex was in his arms, sleeping against his chest like he’d always belonged there. Michael thought he always had.

Alex stirred after half an hour. He turned his face into Michael’s shoulder, gripping his jacket. He started to lie down, and Michael was helpless but to follow. In the end, they ended up with Alex curled around Michael’s chest, his breathing gradually turning slower and deeper.

Michael hesitated before he dared press a kiss to Alex’s forehead. “I love you,” he whispered into his hair. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

Alex murmured an incoherent response, snuggling deeper against Michael’s neck, inhaling his scent, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. And still Michael rubbed his back, holding him tightly, promising him that he wouldn’t let him down again.

***

I just wanted some angst and fluff.

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #malex fanfic #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #malex angst #malex fluff #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

[mythiccheroacademia]

Injured!Reader Headcanons

A/N: I thought it was time again that I gave myself room to publicly simp over a couple of my groupies. It’s truly an odd bunch but who gon check me? It’s a little self-indulgent, but mainly practice for writing character personalities that never really get requested. Enjoy this hotties 🤸🏾

Warnings: mature language, mentions of blood

Todoroki Natsuo:

i hc that he’ll probably end up with another doctor

is it bc i wanna be a doctor? don’t worry about it

anyways

natsuo is the pinacle of a good bf/husband, but he’s not special enough to not fall into the MD mindset 

doctors make for the worst patients

they also make the worst caretakers when it came to their own family 

you deadass have to be bleeding out on the floor before they consider taking you to the hospital 

you had gotten into a car accident and, you were okay, but you ended up with a dislocated shoulder and a consussion

natsuo was in the middle of a surgery and had to wait two hours before he could quickly text you once he heard word of your accident 

him: “y/n? please tell me you’re okay”

you: “i lived bitch”

him: “niceee”

as soon as natsuo heard that nothing life-threatening happened he just patted you on the back and said

“aren’t you a trooper!” 

when they went to pop your shoulder back in, you were scared out of your mind. you’re looking for support and this man deadass goes

“it’s just a little readjustment, babe. you’ll be fine” with that goofy ass smile

 you: “....aight keep that same energy when i readjust your face, hoe”

you’d admit that you were being whiny during recovery, but the headaches were awful

and it didnt help that you were constantly thinking about the small possibility that if you fell asleep, your brain would swell and then...death

natsuo just laughed at you 

“it’s just a little concussion, sweetheart. you’ll be okay in like 10 days”

the todoroki gene for denseness is dominant it seems

you told him that if he wrote off your fears again, you’d have thanksgiving with endeavor this year

he suddenly turned into a mother hen

“is your head okay?”

“do you need a heating pad?”

“on a scale of 1-10, what’s your level of pain?”

honestly, it’ll take a couple threats here and there, but he’s good at his job

Sero Hanta: 

being a pro-hero could be fun and all, but it was dangerous as hell 

you two were called on a case with a few other heroes

the villain was a high-level threat, and you all were focused on disarming them before they could cause any more damage

sero’s quirk was more apt for disabling villians, so he focued on that

you were more of powerhouse, and focused on protecting him and others that were trying to take down the enemy

in the midst of things, you saw a mother and her child about to be crushed by falling debris

you push her out of the way, but you’re leg is crushed under the cement

the woman is crying, thanking you whiles begging to help you

despite the intense pain, you tell her you’ll be fine and she reluctantly leaves for a safer area

sero feels his heart stop as he observes the blood pooling by you body

tokoyami tells him that he can handle the rest and for him to go to you 

he doesnt have to be told twice

when he get over to you, he’s quickly thinking of ways to get the cement off of you 

meanwhile, youre more worried about the villain

due the adrenaline in both of your bodies, you start to bicker about what’s more important

sero is usually good at keeping a calm head under pressure, but your dissmsal of your injury was really starting to piss him off

“hanta, this doesnt matter! go help tokoyami!”

“just let me ensure that you don’t lose your leg, first” he snapped

“no! just go!”

“i’m just--”

“stop!”

“y/n--”

“sero--”

“GOD DAMN IT Y/N! WILL YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME HELP YOU!”

he never yelled at you like that before

you were kind of shook, so you just kept quiet

sero eventually got the rock off of you, but he was still pissed even after the enemy was detained

when you both got back from the hospital, you apologized for making him angry

your bf is quick to let go of his anger. he just sighs and holds you close

he apologizes for losing his cool

he loves you so much that seeing you injured makes him go crazy

#Sero Hanta #sero x reader #cellophane #natsuo x reader #natsuo todoroki #sero hanta x reader #natsuo todoroki x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha x black reader #mha x poc!reader #bnha x black reader #bnha x poc!reader

[angst-fairygodmother]

Taken Care Of (Derek x Reader)

A/N: I love a sick fic. It’s good, low-stakes hurt/comfort style fluff. The title was originally “Is it really love if he’s never seen you shoot snot rockets?” but since there was no actual said rockets, it seemed misleading. 

Apparently, also my writing is prophetic because I’m finishing this under feverish duress of some sort of cold (its 81 degrees, I’m wearing a hoodie, and I'm freezing. This is bullshit.)

Word Count: 2437

Rating: G - descriptions of illness (mostly pain, dizziness), crying and self-deprecation

For what will soon become obvious reasons, this is set pre-movie.

“Derek? What are you doing here?” you asked, crossing the school lobby quickly to greet him, your friends trailing behind a little slowly.

“Hey Baby Girl,” he said with a grin. “You've been so busy, I feel like I don't ever see you. I missed you,” he gave you that pout he was frustratingly good at, the one that made you melt like butter no matter what else was going on, as he laced his fingers between yours.

“So you decided to visit me at school?” As glad as you were to see him, part of you wished he hadn’t just shown up. This hadn’t been how you planned for him to be added to this part of your life, and it wasn’t exactly good timing. 

“I thought we could get lunch? I didn't know you'd be hangin out with your friends. Don't let me interrupt.”

His words nudged you, and you hastily made introductions. 

“Oh, so you're the mysterious Derek. I always knew Y/N had good taste,” Alli hummed, looking over him with a flirtatious hunger.

You felt your stomach clench at the look she gave him. It wasn’t quite jealousy, trusting him far too much for concern to ever cross your mind, but something like fear settled over you. Or maybe it was just the nausea you’d felt all week, you tried to tell yourself. Derek seemed to sense the tension you held in every part of your body, and gave your hand an affirming squeeze.

“I don't know about mysterious,” he chuckled, “Y/N reads me like an open book.”

Jen laughed. “Perfect answer,” she slung an arm over your shoulder with a grin. “I like him. Definitely approve.”

“Ladies,” Alexi said, interrupting on their way past. “As curious as we all are to meet and drool over the boy Y/N’s been keeping to herself, let her have him to herself.” 

They hooked their arms through the other two’s elbows who planted their feet and refused to be dragged away. You couldn’t help but laugh at your friends' antics, as tired and slightly embarrassed as you were. Derek was grinning at them, still holding your hand and keeping you tucked against him. 

“Wait wait,” Jen protested. “Y/N. You’re taking him to Aida’s right? You have to.” 

“I don’t know…” the smirk on Alli’s face continued to roil your stomach. “I’d just take him home.” 

“What’s Aida’s?” Derek asked, hiding his face in your hair, surprising you that he was actually embarrassed by your friends’ comments.

“Only the best food ever,” Alexi answered with a smile. “Y/N can tell you all about it on the way. Just do that cute thing and share a milkshake with two straws, or I’ll hunt you. Byyyye.” 

Giving up on pulling the others, they decided to push you two out the doors instead. Rather than dealing with more of their nonsense, you let yourselves leave, and stopped just out of range. 

“Aida’s is a place around the corner. Cheap. Definitely knows how to cater to the student crowd. Good food, pretty amazing milkshakes. And coffee has unlimited free refills in a two hour window.”

“Sounds great. I wanted to take you to lunch. Do you want to?”

“It’s no big deal,” you shrugged. “I go there all the time. We should do something special, since you came all this way.” 

“Y/N. You know I don’t care about that. I’m happy anywhere you decide. Besides,” he leaned closer to purr in your ear, words like honey sending a shiver down your spine, “I want to know all your places.”

“You’re terrible. Maybe another time. It’s a longer walk but...I’m feeling ramen?”

“Lead the way.”

You felt your steps dragging as you and Derek walked, trying your best to hide it from your boyfriend. Your lungs burned despite the walk normally being well within manageable, and several times you stumbled, doing your best to stay upright in the wake of a wave of exhaustion.

“I know you wanted to get lunch,” you said suddenly, pausing, “but can't we just get to-go and go back to my place? I’m pretty tired, and I really don't…I was just hoping for a nap before work tonight.”

He caught your hesitation and frowned. “Baby, what's wrong?”

“Nothing. I just...haven't been feeling myself for a couple of days. It's been a hard semester, that's all. The walk’s making it hit me a little.”

Derek stopped, turning to face you, eyes tracing over your face. No doubt he was taking in the deep, almost bruise-colored bags under your eyes that were only sort of hidden by your makeup. Or maybe it was the glossy sheen behind them. Once he had spotted one, the other signs started to jump at him: your fever-flushed cheeks and discolored skin, your dry, cracked lips, the slump of your shoulders, even your unusually loose and ill-fitted clothing. 

You watched his jaw working as he struggled to contain whatever thought was on the tip of his tongue.

“Go ahead and say it,” you said with a sigh, throat burning with the exaggerated airflow.

“Say what?”

“Whatever you’re holding back.”

“Baby girl, you look awful,” his tone was flat and his face apologetic. 

You tried to laugh, but it came out in more of a wet cough that made you wince, partially from the feeling, but mostly from the look he now wore.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“I’m not. It’s just a little cold,” you protested, the argument weakened by another coughing fit, this one hitting harder and leaving you wheezing. The fit, or the way you swayed, dizzy and unsteady as the blood rushed back out of your head when it was over, seemed to be the last straw.

“That’s it,” he said, tone serious and sharp. “We’re going to my mom’s and she and I are gonna take care of you.”

“But--”

“Nope. You lost your protest privileges.” He was already steering you back in the opposite direction of where you were headed. “You can call Nino and tell him you won’t be in while I drive.”

“I don’t want to rob you of lunch,” you tried to fight anyway, voice weak and throat raw.

“I’ll eat somethin at home. I can’t believe you’re still tryin to...” he shook his head, muttering fondly about stubborn Irish pains in the ass. 

~

After begrudgingly making the call to Nino, who sounded shocked but completely forgiving, you decided on one last ditch effort to escape admitting to and dealing with being sick. 

‘Help I’m being held hostage!’ you texted Sean. 

His response came only a moment later. ‘What??????!’ 

‘Your stupid bestfriend is making me admit I’m sick and keeping me from going to work.’

‘He’ A second text came through a moment later. ‘Good.’

‘WHAT? You’re my cousin, you’re supposed to be on my side. Rescue me. Before he sics his mother on me.’

There was a long pause, more than you thought Sean should need to respond. When the message finally came through, you couldn’t help glaring at the screen.

‘I’d rather fight an actual bear than Ma Sandoval.’

‘Ah. So you’re in on it. I see how it is. Your betrayal will not be forgotten.’

‘Feel better soon.’ He added a smile to the end, and you could practically see it as his signature smirk.

‘I hate you.’ 

You sighed, shoving your phone back in your pocket and slumped down in the seat. You closed your eyes, hoping that it would combat the movement of the car and the effect it was having on your headache. You were frustrated at Derek for making you admit something was wrong (even though you knew really that he was right to) and at the fact that it seemed like the minute you admitted it, the symptoms seemed to get immediately worse. 

The next thing you knew, you were stirred from a light doze by a change in movement. Instead of the steady, rocking vibration of the car and the smooth, cool feeling of the glass under your cheek, you were pressed close against something warm and solid, bobbing in a more natural, if uneven, rhythm. Your mind was sluggish but after a moment, and a soft, familiar chuckle as you buried your face into him to escape the sun in your eyes, you realized that it was because Derek was carrying you, bridal-style across the lawn and into his house. 

You suppressed an involuntary whine and the urge to cling to him as he settled you down in his bed. Heavy blankets that smelled like him were pulled up around your shoulders, the sudden warmth making you realize how cold you’d been.

“Not sick my ass,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “Get some sleep baby girl.” 

The door clicked quietly behind him and you let the comfortable darkness pull you back under.

~

Some unknown time later, there was a knock that pulled you out of strange, feverish dreams and you croaked something that you hoped sounded like come in, squinting against the light that poured through behind the person.

“Y/N, you should wake up for a little while,” Derek’s mother said, flicking on a bedside lamp. “I made you soup.” 

You pushed yourself up into a seated position and smiled gratefully at her. “Thank you Mrs. Sandoval.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, you are dating my son, you at least call me Ma. Just like everyone else.”

“Sorry,” you looked down bashfully, the word tasting foreign in your mouth. “Ma.” 

“Why are you not taking care of yourself?” she tutted as she set the bowl down and sat on the edge of the bed. “You are so busy trying to be able to be a fancy lawyer and change the world but you can’t do that if you drop dead. And of a little cold?” 

“I--”

“And you made Derek worry.” She placed a wrist against your forehead to check your temperature. “He’s going to fret over you forever, now. It’s how he shows his love. I hurt my back a few years ago, and still he is ‘Mami you shouldn’t reach so high, Mami let me get that for you, Mami don’t carry so many heavy groceries.’ Imagine when you have children. They won’t be able to scrape a knee. If your doctor doesn’t put you on bed rest, he will.”

Her words made you choke on the food you had just sipped into your mouth, sending you into a coughing fit that left you short of breath.

“See, you wouldn’t be doing that if you said you were sick to begin with.”

“I just...thought if I took some cold medicine, it would go away on its own. I’ve been so busy. And I didn’t...want anyone to worry, or think anyone would care?” you admitted sheepishly, looking down at the soup in your lap and the blanket over your legs and trying not to think too hard about what you were telling her.

“Mija, look at me,” she said firmly but kindly. When you didn’t follow her instruction, she used a hand to tilt your head up. “You have family now. You don’t have to do everything alone. Now eat  your soup.”

The sentiment, and the matter-of-fact way she delivered it, broke down a dam inside you, and suddenly you were crying, and she was hugging you, rubbing small circles on your back with one hand while the other cradled your head against her. You wanted to attribute your overwhelmed feelings to being sick, but in your heart you knew: it was a kind of acceptance and love that you had never expected, especially from someone who didn’t even have to like you. 

After sitting like that for several long minutes, letting you sob and offering you comfort, she shifted back to nurse-mode. 

“You need more fluids, not letting them all out through your eyes. Eat your soup, and I’ll go make you tea,” she said, nudging you back to rest against the headboard and standing. 

You laughed wetly and tried again to thank her, only to have it waved away.

~

“How is she?” Derek asked, almost as soon as he walked through the door a few hours later.

His mother laughed, shaking her head wryly. “She will survive. Just needs to rest for a few days. It’s a cold.”

“That’s like asking the tide to take a few days off,” he chuckled, until his mother fixed him with a glare. 

“Maybe if you told her the truth about how you felt, and she didn’t feel like she was on her own trying to be everything, she would.”

“Ma that’s not--”

“Derek Michael Sandoval, do not argue with me,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “You have been telling me for weeks now how much you love this girl, and it is obvious to a blind saint. Yet she is sick and doesn’t tell anyone because she thinks it would be a burden no one would want. Now what would give her that idea?”

Derek felt his stomach twist guiltily. It was true that he hadn’t told you he loved you, even though he was completely certain he did. But he thought it was for your benefit, to not scare you off by pushing too hard. He had never considered that it might be making things worse. He opened his mouth, looking for an answer to give his mother and found that he couldn’t get any words out. Instead, he just looked at her helplessly. 

She rolled her eyes. “You are both so stupid.”

~

You were fast asleep when he slipped through the door, and as he got ready for bed as quietly as possible, he kept finding himself stopping to look down at you. You were burrowed deep in the blankets, wrapped in one of his hoodies in addition as the fever made you shiver. You looked so small and fragile and vulnerable there in his bed, and his chest ached with a need to protect you, a desire for taking care of you and loving to be his entire purpose in life for the rest of his life and it nearly knocked him on his ass. 

As he slid under the covers beside you, you seemed to cuddle closer instinctively, and he wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair. “And I know you can’t hear me right now, but baby girl, I promise, I’m gonna make sure you know, soon.”

#it wouldn't be me if it wasn't a little angsty #but mostly it's cute I think? #and more than a little cheesy #also guest starring Ma Sandoval because Moms make everything better #sick fic #Derek Sandoval x reader #Bad Samaritan fic #this ended up in a different direction than I intended but one I really like #I'm gonna go die now. goodnight #(coincidentally posted on Carlito's and thus Derek's birthday) #so that's fun

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Best Friend’s Brother (Tom Holland X Reader)

Summary: (y/n) never wanted to hurt her best friend, but sometimes life has different plans. She just wished they could have different consequences. 

A/N: This “one-shot” is very long. When I say that, I mean that it’s over 5500 words. The reason I put quotation marks around one-shot is because I’m considering doing a part two if you guys want. 

Warnings: yelling, curse words, guilt, alluded to sex, derogatory terms, angst, a little bit of fluff

I felt my heart break with every word coming out of Harry’s mouth. I had betrayed him. I knew the consequences of my actions, and yet I still went through with them. What kind of friend does that? I can feel tears rolling down my face as my chest gets heavy with guilt. Yet, somehow, even with all of the trouble it caused, I still don’t regret going to that pub.

Two years ago, I made the decision to finish my schooling at the University of London. It was a big choice, but I knew it would ultimately be the best one for my career. So, I packed up my belongings and moved into an apartment off campus.

My new roommates, Celeste and Esma, and I clicked right away. I knew from the moment I met them that I had made the right choice. 

It was early December when they invited me to go to a local pub with them, the Blackfriar. 

I’m not personally a drinker, but it was an opportunity to spend more time with them before I had to go back home for the holidays. With this in mind, how could I refuse the offer?

Everything was fine up until the point Celeste started talking to the handsome stranger besides her. Esma followed her lead and started to talk to the young man seated to her left, leaving me to nurse my water with lemon pathetically.

It wasn’t too long until the two left with the men. I honestly didn’t mind too much until a curly haired man sat besides me. 

He was very obviously intoxicated and was trying (but failing) to get me to come home with him.

He used cheesy pick up lines along with the generous offer to buy me a drink to try and persuade me, but I mostly just ignored his advances. After about 10 minutes of him flirting, I had decided to just pay off my tab and go home. 

“Listen, I’m sure you’re a nice guy and all, but I’m really not interested.”

The man nodded at this, “That’s okay, it’s cool. I should probably call a taxi anyway.”

“Okay,” I chuckled at his slurred speech, “You go and call you and your friends a taxi.”

I thought that was the end of our conversation until he gave me a perplexed expression.

“My friends left with a group of girls about an hour ago.”

“Wait, so they left you by yourself, drunk, at a pub.”

“You make it sound so bad,” he told me while holding his head up with his hand. 

I sighed as I contemplated my options. I could either let him find his own way home, or help him to make sure nothing happened while he’s not in the right state of mind. Ugh, why can’t I just be an asshole?

“Okay, excuse me!” I called over the bartender to settle both of our tabs.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking care of the tabs before we get you home.”

He gave me a lazy smirk before saying, “I knew you’d want to go home with me.”

I laughed at him, “Wow there cowboy, I’m just making sure you get home without being murder. Nothing else is happening.”

The bartender, who was running my card, looked up at me. “You’re actually just taking him home?”

“Yeah, his friends left and I don’t feel like having a guilty conscience tonight.”

He gave me an impressed look, “Good for you.”

After everything was settled, I called the two of us a taxi after getting the man’s address. 

“You know I don’t even know your name.”

I looked down at the man resting his head on my shoulder as the taxi driver made his way through the streets of London.

“I know, I never gave you my name just like you never gave me yours.”

“I’m Harry, love. Now what’s your excuse?”

“I’m (y/n).”

“(y/n). It’s a pretty name for an even prettier girl.”

“Alright Romeo, let’s just focus on getting you home.”

We sat in a comfortable silence for the remainder of the trip, finally ending up in front of an apartment building. 

We got out of the taxi after paying the driver. I barely managed to pull Harry out of the taxi because he had gone almost limp at this point from fatigue.

“Come on, Harry. I can’t fully support your body. I need you to help me out here. At least tell me your apartment number.”

“It’s 312,” He mumbled while pressing his face into my neck.

We stumbled up to his apartment, me fully supporting him at this point.

He fumbled with the keys he pulled out from his pocket, unable to get the key to fully turn in the lock.

I sighed, “Give me the keys. I got it.”

After Harry passed me the keys, I was able to easily unlock the door, dragging him in behind me. We made our way through the apartment and into what I assumed was the master bedroom. 

I plopped Harry onto the bed, leaning over to fully cover him with the blanket.

Just as I was pulling back a set of arms wrapped around my waist.

“Don’t leave. I won't try anything, I just want to cuddle.”

Harry dragged me into the bed and held on to me tightly. I tried to wiggle my way out of his strong embrace but I was unable to. 

“Harry, come on man. I need to go. Please let me go. Harry? Harry?”

I looked down and saw him fast asleep, half on top of me. Guess I wasn’t going anywhere.

The morning pulled around and Harry woke up to an empty bed and a killer headache.

He groggily got out of bed, changing from the clothes he had on last night into a pair of sweats and a white shirt to be more comfortable. He began to make his way to the bathroom when he heard banging coming from the kitchen.

He quickly made his way to the area where the sound was coming from and found me cooking.

I could feel his questioning gaze on me and turned around.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Surprised your up. Would have thought the hangover would keep you down for a bit more.”

I could tell I was thoroughly confusing Harry and I couldn’t help but smirk to myself and the puzzled look on his face.

“Um … yeah, the hangover sucks, but I’ve had worse. I’m sorry, but who are you?”

I couldn’t help but mess with him in this situation. I mean come on, the dude doesn’t remember me and he held me hostage for the night. The least I could do was have some fun.

“What do you mean? You don’t remember me? How could you not remember the person who you told ‘I love you’ to? How could you not remember the person you proposed to last night?” I held up my left hand, showing him the ring that I got from my mother last Christmas that only fits on my ring finger. 

Harry looked mortified with this information and I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself.

“Listen, I’m sure you're great and all, but I was drunk out of my mind last night. Please don’t take any offense, but I don’t know who you are.” He looked me up and down briefly before a smirk began to pull at his lips. “I’m sure we can figure something out though. How about I take you to breakfast and we figure out where to go from here. I’m sure the drunk me proposed to you for a reason. I’m more than happy to find out why.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at him which made the smirk on his face disappear.

“Easy there tiger, I was playing with you. We met at the pub and you were wasted, and started to flirt with me. After I rejected you, you told me how your friends had left and you should be going home. I felt bad for you and decided to take you here so nothing bad happened. I was planning on leaving after putting you in bed, but apparently someone’s a cuddly drunk. You fell asleep on top of me and I couldn’t leave.”

Harry went bright red at the retelling of last night. He dragged his hand down his face and quickly got a glass of water.

“Please tell me that’s a lie.”

I shook my head in response, laughing when I heard him mumble how he would have preferred the first story.

“Honestly, it’s all cool man. I would probably take some medicine for that hangover though. I’m sure your head’s still pounding.”

He nodded before going to the medicine cabinet and grabbing some Tylenol. He swallowed two of the pills before looking back at me.

“I’m really sorry about last night. Let me buy you breakfast.”

I gave him a pointed look.

He put his hand up in defense, “I just want to apologize and the best way to do that is with food.”

I thought about it for a moment before agreeing. I mean, he wasn’t wrong.

That was the start of a beautiful friendship. That drunken idiot became my best friend. The friendship has brought me nothing but joy and acceptance. Well, until now that is. There was one problem with this friendship. It also brought me the love of my life.

I continued to listen to Harry yelling at me, Harrison and Tuwaine trying to get him to calm down. 

I couldn’t talk back, I couldn’t say anything. My throat was closing as I continued to cry. I knew this would happen. I knew from the moment I met him that I was in trouble.

“Are you excited for the cookout?”

I looked up from the book I was reading to see Harry barging into my room. 

“When did you get here?”

He didn’t answer my question as he took off his shoes and flung himself besides me. He proceeded to take my book from my hand and toss it onto my dresser. Harry made himself comfortable and turned on my TV, settling on continuing Criminal Minds. 

Once he was settled he finally looked at me. 

“You done? Great. Now that I have your attention, when did you get here?”

“That’s not important. Are you excited for the cookout? You never answered.”

I rolled my eyes at him before giving him a small smile, “Yes, Harry. I’m very excited for the cookout. I get to meet your twin and the rest of the family.”

He beamed back at me, “I’m glad you're excited. They can’t wait to meet you. My brothers low key think we’re dating and my parents think we would be cute together just from what they heard. I can’t wait to get them off our backs finally.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t know Harry, I don’t think meeting them will help. It might just get worse. Everyone I meet loves me. I’m just a people person I guess.”

Harry sat up and proceeded to hit me with a pillow.

“Hey, this is my room. Calm down mister.”

“Stop being a div. Hopefully they’ll see that we’re good friends and will only be good friends. That is unless you want to try to be something more. I mean you already got the ring and everything.”

I glared at him while he laughed. After a few seconds I joined in, never being able to contain myself when he’s laughing. 

Even though he makes comments like these, we both know we’ll only ever be friends. That’s all we want to be. This isn’t me just assuming either, we’ve had actual deep conversations about what we feel for the other and we both agree that we don’t romantically love the other. 

“So listen -”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound good.”

Harry gave me an annoyed look before continuing, “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. There’s something I kind of haven’t told you. My brother’s Spiderman. Well, he’s the actor that plays Spiderman, cause you know Spiderman isn’t actually real.”

I gave a dramatic gasp. “Spiderman isn’t real. My whole life has been a lie,” I laughed.

When I looked back at Harry I could tell he was genuinely worried about the information he just gave me.

“Harry, I know.”

He sat back up quickly, “What?”

“I come from a family that watches marvel movies. I figured out he was your brother once I knew your last name.”

He looked down, “Oh.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at his behavior. It took a minute before it all clicked.

“Harry, you’re my best friend,” I took his hand while I spoke. “You got that title on your own. I considered you a friend before I even made the connection and the discovery didn’t change anything. I’m not friends with you because of your brother. I would never use you like that. Believe it or not, I actually like hanging out with you. I know it surprises me too sometimes.”

I gave me a smile while he nudged me. I smiled back, happy that I reassured him of our friendship.

“Anyways, I’m excited for you to meet my family. I think you’ll get along well with them.”

Harry couldn’t be more right about that. 

From the moment I stepped into his parents house, I was greeted with ‘hello’s and ‘it’s nice to finally meet you’s. 

I met Harry’s mother first. She was by the front hall when we arrived and instantly started to talk to me. Harry looked offended when she brushed right past him to see me and I couldn’t help but give him a smug look. 

After proper introductions, she took me to the living room where I met his father and little brother, Paddy. 

Harry and I were a tad bit early, so I helped his mother set out some food while Harry helped his father grill. 

It wasn’t long till Harry’s brother, Sam, arrived with his girlfriend. I was ecstatic to meet the twin I had heard so much about.

“Hi, I’m (y/n). It’s nice to meet you.”

“So you’re the (y/n) I’ve heard about. I got to tell you, the whole proposal thing, absolutely amazing.”

I laughed at his allusion to the first proper conversation Harry and I had. 

We carried the conversation outside to meet with the rest of the family. Harry eventually joined in when Sam started to poke fun at him.

It was about an hour before a blue-eyed man came through the back door.

“Harrison,” Sam greeted.

“Hey, bro. Oh, who’s this?”

I smiled at the man before getting up to properly meet him.

“Hi, I’m (y/n), Harry’s friend. I’m guessing you’re Harrison?”

He chuckled, “Yeah, that’s me.”

Before I could say more, Nikki and Dom came and welcomed the man, asking about their oldest son.

“Tom should be coming out soon. He had to put the cake into the fridge.”

As if on cue, Tom walked into the background. I was taken back for a minute by seeing him in person, but quickly recovered once Harry and his other two brothers came forward.

“You’re back! How was filming in Atlanta?” Paddy asked while hugging his brother.

“Pretty good,” Tom laughed while moving on to hug Sam.

The family fully greeted one another and kept asking Tom questions about his most recent film. Tom was so immersed in his family's conversation that he didn’t even notice me until Harry wrapped his arm over my shoulders.

“Oh, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Tom,” he smiled and held out his hand.

“(y/n). I’m Harry’s friend,” I replied while shaking his hand.

When our hands met, tingles ran up my arm and down my spine. I could tell Tom felt the same thing by the way his eyes met mine. I knew exactly what we were both feeling once I looked into his chocolate eyes. We quickly pulled away from one another and continued the previous conversation before Tom changed the subject to me. We both didn’t want to acknowledge what we felt, or at least I didn’t.

The rest of the night went by calmly. I mostly stayed by Harry’s side as he caught up with his friends and family. I was brought into the conversations as well, so I wasn’t bored or being ignored. It was quite lovely up until I began to help put leftover food away.

Tom decided to help as well, which was fine until we ended up in the kitchen alone with each other.

“So you’re Harry’s girlfriend?”

I quickly turned around from the steak I was packing up. “What? No, we’re just friends.”

“So you’re single?” He turned around to face me while asking.

“I am. Why are you so interested,” I laughed, trying to cover up the sound of my beating heart. 

He shook his head back at me, turning back around. “No reason. Just wanted to know more about you. Harry and you seem close, so I wanted to see why he’s so enamored with you. I see why now.”

I couldn’t help the small smile that grazed my lips. “I don’t think Harry would ever use the word enamored when trying to describe how he feels about me.”

“He didn’t, I did. Thought it was fitting,” he told me while looking over his shoulder.

I quickly turned back to the counter to cover up my blush. 

Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you see it, Harry walked in with another plate of steaks. 

“Hey, (y/n). I got more beef for you to pack away. Wanted to see how well you can handle your meat.”

I gave him a disgusted look, “I’m going to beat the shit out of you one day, I swear. Give me the dead cow.”

Harry began to laugh at me and I could hear Tom trying to stifle his laughs from behind me.

“Oh, so you think it’s funny too, Tom. Okay, I see how it is. It’s fine. I’ll get you both back. Watch, I’m vengeful enough to do it when you’re least expecting it. I’ll wait years just to get the moment perfect. We’ll see if you both are laughing then.”

This just made the two of them laugh even harder, causing me to join in. 

“I trusted you, (y/n). I trusted you with everything. I told you things I’ve never told anyone before and you still decide to betray me like this? I thought you were my friend.”

I held the blanket closer to me, thinking that it could somehow help me deflect his words. I deserved it though. I did betray him. I betrayed him in the worst way possible.

I was spending the night at the apartment that Harry shares with Tom, Harrison, and Tuwaine. 

Harry slept soundly besides me as I tried to fall asleep. No matter what position I got into or what supposedly soothing sound I listened to, I couldn’t fall asleep. 

I eventually gave up around 3:47 and settled on just trying to pass the time until I was tired. 

I made my way down to the kitchen, mind set on the cookies I helped bake earlier. 

I was startled to see the light in the kitchen was already on. I thought I was the only one up.

I made my way to the entrance, stopping when I saw Tom looking back at me with half a cookie in his mouth.

I softly smiled at him, “Hey. what are you still doing up?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

I laughed at him while rubbing my eyes, “I couldn’t sleep and I wanted some of the cookies that you’re currency eating. Funny how you wait until the dead of night to eat them. Is that because I told you you couldn’t have any when you refused to help make them?” I teased him while slowly walking closer to him.

He smiled back, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, love. I’m just eating some cookies I found in my home.”

I grabbed the other half of the cookie from his hand and took a bite.

“They’re pretty good, not to brag.”

“You’re so humble too.”

“I know, I’m amazing. Not to brag.”

We both quietly laughed, trying not to wake up the others. 

“So, you avoided my question. Why are you awake still?”

Tom looked down, “I don’t know. Guess I just have a lot on my mind.”

I slowly brought my hand to his chin, turning his head to look at me. “Is everything okay?”

Tom grabbed my hand from his chin, interlocking out fingers while he looked me in the eye.

His eyes changed their focus to my lips, slowly leaning in before looking back into my eyes for permission.

I knew it was wrong, but I gave a small nod, sealing my own downfall.

Our lips connected in a passion filled kiss. Nothing was rushed but I could still feel our need for each other by the way we pushed our bodies as close as possible, not wanting to be apart in any way. We acted on the feelings that had been held in for a year. A year of building tension was finally being released and we both wanted to savor every moment of it.

I pulled away from the kiss, Tom trying to follow my lips once I did.

“This isn’t going to end well, Tom.”

He sighed before pulling me in for a hug. “I know, but honestly, I don’t care.”

I pulled back, only to kiss him again. 

The screams coming from Harry drowned out the sound of the front door opening and the sound of footsteps rushing into his room.

“What the hell is going on here? You’re making her cry, mate.” Tom said while rushing in. 

Harry whipped around, glaring at his brother. If looks could kill, Tom would be six feet in the ground.

“Oh, so you want to come in here and be her knight in shining armor, huh? If you were really that noble then you wouldn’t be fucking my best friend behind my back.”

Tom’s eyes widened at Harry’s words, shifting his eyes to me.

“No! Don’t look at her. You really thought you could hide this from me?”

Harrison and Tuwaine backed out of the room, knowing that they shouldn’t be present during the conversation that was about to happen. 

“Look it’s not like that - “

“Not like that? Are you kidding me? I saw the bloody video,” Harry cut him off.

I had just arrived at Harry’s apartment when I got a text from him.

‘Hey, got caught up in the shoot. Won’t be home for another hour.’

Well that was just great. I still made my way to the door, knowing that one of the other boys will answer.

A few seconds after I knocked, the door opened to reveal Tom in just some gray sweatpants.

“Hello, miss, how may I help you today?” Tom smirked at me.

“Hello, young man. Is your mom home?” Tom’s smirk fell at this, but was quickly put back on.

“Actually it’s just me. Lonely and bored, looking for something or someone to do.”

After he said this he quickly met me on the door mat, smashing our lips together and grabbing my ass at the same time. 

“Would you be interested in helping me?” He asked once he pulled away, smirking at my dazed expression.

“Well, if you’re really in need as much as you say you are. The only right thing to do would be to help.”

He smiled back at me before kissing me again, this time bringing his hands to my thighs for me to jump into. 

He carried me inside and pressed me into the now closed door, never breaking the kiss once. 

His lips moved to my neck as I moved my hands to his hair, slightly tugging on it to pull him away.

“Are you really alone?”

“Yep, Haz and Tuwaine won’t be back for at least an hour. Is Harry going to be here soon?”

My smile grew at his words, “He just texted me that he won’t be here for another hour.”

“Well, then that gives us more than enough time doesn’t it.”

His lips returned to my neck again as he walked us to his bedroom.

By the time Harry came home, I was already put back together and looked as if nothing happened. 

“Hey (y/n), sorry to keep you waiting. I know you get upset when I’m not around.”

I laughed at Harry, “You wish, Holland. Though next time, you may want to be more careful. I mean having me wait alone for an hour in your room wasn’t smart. Expectantly when you don’t have a password on your computer.”

His eyes widened at my words before he grabbed his laptop from his bed and put it in a drawer.

I laughed even harder at this, “Calm down, I’m just messing with you. Now I have a frightening idea what’s on your computer though.”

Harry calmed down before flopping on his bed next to me, “Wait, you waited alone? Why didn’t you just hang out with Tom before I got home? I know he’s here.”

“Oh, I didn’t want to bother Tom. I figured his jet lag is pretty bad.”

“I heard my name,” Tom said while coming into the room.

His hair was combed and he had gotten dressed in some jeans and a shirt.

“Just because we were talking about you doesn’t mean you have to get involved.”

We all laughed at Harry’s joke. 

“Well, okay then. I get when I’m not wanted. Lucky for me, I need to go to the store. I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay. Oh, can you get more chocolate chips? (y/n)’s going to make some more cookies.”

“I am?” I asked Harry.

He turned his head to me while getting up, “Yes, you are. I’m going to grab some chips. Oh, can you get more of those too?” 

Tom let out a chuckle as Harry left the room, not even waiting for an answer.

He turned his attention back to me.

“I’ll be back soon, darling. I love you,” he said while leaning down to kiss me.

“I love you too.”

He kissed me again, this time making it a bit longer. 

I laughed as he pulled away only to plant more kisses on the corners of my mouth.

“You need to go, Tom.”

“Okay, okay. Just one more,” he said pecking my lips once again.

Tom had just stood up straight again when Harry walked back into the room with some Doritos. 

“I thought you were leaving?”

“I am, just wanted to ask (y/n) if she wanted something.”

Tom left with that, leaving Harry to jump back into bed with me and put on the Purge.

About thirty minutes in, Harry began to talk to me, “I would leave the country if something like this was happening.”

“Same, or at least get a security camera and a hidden room.”

Harry suddenly sat up and grabbed his phone from the side table. “That reminds me, I actually installed some cameras.”

“Really? Why would you do that? Last time I checked, the purge takes place in America.”

Harry laughed at my joke while shaking his head. “I don’t want anything bad happening. There’s crazy people in all countries, (y/n). I set up cameras in the backyard and the front entrance. Wait, I can actually go back to earlier today when you arrived. Hold on a minute.”

Harry began to rewind the footage he pulled up from an app on his phone. I quickly understood what would happen if he saw that footage.

“Harry, you don’t need to do that. Let’s just watch the movie,” I said as I tried to take his phone.

“No, no, I almost got it. Here! See, Tom’s opening the door.”

I tried to grab his phone again, “Okay, well we saw it. Now can we please go back to the movie, I want to see what happens.”

Harry looked at me confused, “You’ve seen this movie (y/n).” His attention returned to the phone, “Hey, why didn’t you hang out with Tom when he’s the one who opened the door? I know he likes to hang out with you. He always asks if you’re coming over.”

Suddenly Harry’s face changed. I could see his emotions change from confused, to shocked, to upset, to angry. The cat was out of the bag. 

“Harry, let me explain -”

Harry quickly stood up and made his way away from me. 

“You’re sleeping with Tom?” He cut me off.

“It really isn’t what -”

“Are you really about to tell me that it isn’t what it looks like? I saw the fucking video (y/n). So, what is it then? Huh, what am I not getting?”

I tried to answer, but my throat was closing.

“That’s what I thought.”

At this moment, Harrison and Tuwaine came running into the room, worried about the shouting.

“Mate, what’s going on -” Harrison tried to ask.

“What’s going on is that (y/n) is a lying whore. A snake who only uses people for their own gain.”

The two roommates were taken back by the statement, not used to Harry talking about me this way.

It was at this that the dam holding back my tears broke, causing a flood of emotions to overtake me. 

Harry looked at me in disgust, “You don’t get to cry. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

From there the one sided argument continued. 

“What video, Harry?” Tom asked.

“I installed cameras in the front entrance. I saw your little greeting.”

Tom’s eyes widened, “Harry, it really isn’t what you’re thinking. We aren’t just hooking up behind your back. I love her.”

My voice came back with Tom, “And I love him, Harry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I was worried about how you would react. I didn’t want you to find out this way. You’re my best friend, Harry. Even when you said those horrible things about me, which I am pissed about by the way, you’re still my best friend. 

Harry took in a deep breath, “I’m sorry about what I said. I know that was over the top, but that doesn’t change the fact that you knew how I felt about introducing you to Tom. You knew I was scared of something like this happening and yet you still went behind my back and did it.”

“I know and I am so sorry about what happened. But, I can’t help the way I feel, Harry. I love both of you too much for my own good. I knew that telling you would ruin one of those relationships and I couldn’t do that. It was selfish, I know, but that didn’t stop me.”

Harry sighed, seeming to be already regretting what he was about to say. “You were right, (y/n). This kind of news is going to ruin one of your relationships. I’m sorry, but I can’t stand you two being together if I’m still going to be friends with you. You know I was worried about you using me to get to Tom. Hell, even when that was settled, I was worried that you would want to be with Tom more than you wanted to be with me. I’m always going to be insecure about you and him, (y/n). I already have to deal with this, I don’t want it to double. I want what’s best for you, even if that isn’t me. I’m happy for you if you want to be with Tom, but I can’t be your friend if you are. I know that it’s selfish and I know it’s a dick move, but I can’t deal with it all. I’m sorry.”

I stood up from his bed, walking over to him to give him a hug. I made eye contact with Tom from over Harry’s shoulder. He gave me a small smile as I pulled away. He knew what I was about to do, and he accepted it. Tears began to pool in my eyes again.

“You’re my best friend, Harry. You’re one of the first people that made me feel like I made the right decision by moving here. I can’t lose you.”

“You know what that means, right?”

I gave Tom one last look, “I know.”

Harry smiled back at me and pulled me in for another hug. “I promise things will be okay. Just give it a week and it’ll be like nothing ever happened.”

Tom walked out of the room at this. 

I wanted to believe Harry’s words, but I knew better. Nothing would ever be the same. I can't just turn off my feelings for Tom because I didn’t want to lose my best friend. But that’s the thing. I would have lost either way.

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[iamyoursinblog]

It's not what I want...

Pairing: BamBam x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count:   3 k

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Why am I so unlucky, BamBam thought to himself. He sat next to his girlfriend and all the members. Something went wrong in his plan to spend the evening with his beloved, with whom, due to work, it was not possible to be alone for more than a month. Why did he answer Mark's call. If hyung calls in the evening it means they are drunk and anyway it will turn into a big drunk party. 'Open the door' are two words that killed the romance of this evening. He's lucky that you were very good friends with the members. For a second, he thought that they only came to him because they knew that you should be here. And this thought did not leave him all evening, because all the guys talked only with you and did not pay any attention to him.

"Hyung, shouldn't you go home?" he asked Jackson, who flirted with you the most.

“Home? Now? We've only just begun. Let's have a drink, " Yugyeom shouted, raising his glass of soju.

"BamBam, I have the feeling that you're not happy that we came?" Mark laughed

“What are you talk about, hyung. I'm glad. Very." he answered dryly. "I'll bring some more booze." He got up and went to the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, he went to the table and rested his hands on it, lowering his head. He looked at the candles he had prepared for tonight's supper and sighed heavily. He felt the arms embrace him. You approached him from behind and hugged him, pressing your body against his back.

"Are you okay honey?" you asked

“No, I'm not okay. That's not how I imagined this evening. You and I haven't been alone for ages, and I wanted to spend this weekend just with you! " he could not hide his disappointment.

"Just calm down and enjoy the evening." You squeezed between him and the table, taking his face with your hands, you made him look at you. “You don't spend time with all the members that often right now. Regardless of your behavior, I know you miss them too. Besides, I am not leaving for Antarctica, and tomorrow we will spend the whole day together. So stop being spiky and have fun with everyone, okay? " you left a light kiss on his lips.

He lowered his head, resting his forehead against yours. What could he say, you were right as always. “Okay,” he smiled at you, lifting his head. After taking the drink you went back to the others.

"So fast?" laughed JB

"_________, you would have 'stayed' in the kitchen much longer with me." Jinyoung winked at you and everyone laughed.

BamBam rolled his eyes and wanted to answer, but you answered first, "Jinyoung, are you so sure you would have lasted longer?" you asked raising an eyebrow, and everyone started laughing even harder. For the first time that evening, he laughed heartily. He adored you. After that, the jokes about Jinyoung started and everyone turned my attention to him. He sat down next to you and hugged you, resting his hand on the back of your chair.

“Actually, you're not alone here. So it's worth separating this pair. We're having a drunken party, not a cuddle club, " Youngjae said. A moment later, Mark squeezed himself between your chairs, pushing you apart. He put his chair between you and sat down. This made him absolutely happy, because now you were sitting between Mark and Jackson, the main cause of his headache. These two did not miss any opportunity to flirt with you. And unlike the rest, he knew that it was not a joke on their part. He accidentally overheard a drunken conversation between the them while they were drinking in the dorm, and Mark confessed to Jackson that he liked you very much from the first meeting, to which Jackson replied that he felt the same. It was a long time ago, and naturally they never crossed the line with you, but every time you drank everything together, these two could not control themselves next to you.

“Calm down, calm down,” he repeated this over and over in his head.

"Let's play spin the bottle?" offered Yugyeom, put the bottle in the middle of the table.

"Yaaya, did you go nuts at all?" shouted BamBam and everyone laughed

“Well, we're not going to play for kisses,” Yugyeom immediately raised his hands. “To whom the bottles are pointing, he answers the truth to a question or drinks”

"Cool, I'll start." said Mark and spin the bottle. “Bingo” he clapped his hands when the bottle pointed at you. Naturally, everyone wanted to get at you. It seems this game was started only to find out everything about you. “You like someone from the group” asked Mark, turning to face you.

He mentally burned out with anger that this was all a question. How can Mark ask you about this if he was around.

"Yes, it’s BamBam" you smiled.

"I didn't mean it, someone other than him"

“You won't elaborate on this. You asked about the whole group " you stuck your tongue out at him. And everyone laughed.

"Now I will clarify the questions so you can't get out anymore." Mark folded his arms across his chest while everyone was still laughing at him.

You spin the bottle and hit Jinyoung. “Have you ever heard how someone of members jerk off in a dorm?” Jackson practically fell out of his chair laughing, and Youngjae choked on the water he was drinking while everyone else looked at you with their mouths open.

"Baby!" shouted BamBam

"What? This is a drunken game of truth, questions are appropriate. Or did you think I was going to ask children's questions? " you shrugged.

"Just have a drink please" BamBam turned his head towards Jinyoung

Jinyoung raised his glass and raised it to his lips, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "I will answer." said Jinyoung, putting the glass on the table without taking a sip. Chaos and noise began.

“So, we either play for an adult or we don't play at all.” JB hit the table and the noise stopped.

“It was JB. I got home earlier than I should have and I heard. Therefore, I immediately left the apartment and rang the doorbell " everyone laughed when JB fell on the table covering his head with his hands.

"I think I dug a hole for myself," JB said when he rose up. And everyone laughed even harder. The next few laps, no one got on you, and BamBam was very happy about it. Questions between the members were more humorous than true, which proves once again that everyone wanted to ask you.

JB got at you and laughed. "The hour of reckoning has come"

"It's not me who gave you up that you jerked off" you shrugged and everyone laughed

"You are unbearable!" JB rolled his eyes

"Hyung, you either ask or you skip move" said Jackson

“You just shut up. So ... Oooh ... I have a question. Once I talked to BamBam on the phone and after a while his breathing became heavy and it became more difficult for him to speak. Did you start giving him a blow job at that moment? "

"Hyung ..." BamBam practically jumped from his seat when the noise came after the question.

"Yes" you answered so easily, as if the question was about the weather. While everyone was laughing, he fell on the table. He knew that it was not easy to embarrass you, on the contrary, it was you who usually embarrassed everyone when they wanted to make fun of you. After a few more laps Mark got you again, and his smile did not bode well.

"Great, this time my question will be extremely precise so that you cannot escape the answer."

"Come on, babyboy" you grinned

"During any of our performances, name a member, EXCEPT YOUR BOYFRIEND, who has ever turned you on with his performance!"

You turned completely at him and looked with a sneer, "Do you want to hear your name?" Everyone around him laughed as Mark's jaw tightened and he couldn't answer. "There was a moment long ago when I was more ahgase than the BamBam girlfriend." this time the one who was straining was BamBam. A feeling of jealousy enveloped him with renewed vigor. "It was JB."

"ME?" JB's face lit up with a wide smile, and his gaze turned into a predatory one. "When?"

"You can ask about it if your move points to me." You stuck out your tongue and spun the bottle. You fell for Jackson, who all evening bombarded you with vulgar questions, regardless of his move or anyone else. "Oh, finally!" you raised your voice and all eyes were on you.

“It seems like someone is get a trouble right now,” Youngjae laughed.

"Jackson, good luck!" Yugyeom encouraged Jackson

“For a long time I was interested in something, just 'yes' or 'no', and you naturally can not answer and just drink” you looked at him with a challenge. "Ever, even for one moment, did one of the members turn you on sexually so much that you wanted to kiss him?" after this question, began complete chaos.

"Baby ..." BamBam lowered his head, only you could ask something like that. Everyone around was running and screaming, and Jackson curled up on the floor.

“Just have a drink! Do not say anything! Just have a drink! " Yugyeom and Youngjae practically squeaked while covering their ears with their hands.

“Ok, have a drink, but then just tell only me the answer,” you said, and smiled at Jackson, who was getting up from the floor. He leaned over to your ear and whispered something, then drank the shot. Your face has not changed at all, and it was completely incomprehensible what exactly the answer was.

“Sometimes I think you have steel balls when you ask questions like this.” JB gave you a candid look.

"So this is the last question!" said BamBam, closing his eyes, he could already imagine what questions would be asked to you. "It's late, let's go to sleep"

“Let's go,” Jinyoung replied, who did not take his eyes off you.

BamBam didn't expect at all that members would stay overnight here, except for a ruined evening alone with you, he still cannot spend the night with you, as he wants. He had a feeling that he was about to cry. After you cleaned everything up together, you went to his room while he got out pillows and blankets for the members. He said good night and went to the bedroom. He smiled when he found you in his T-shirt and only panties lying on the bed and looking at the phone. God give him strength to survive this night ...

"How can someone be so sexy just by smiling?" you asked when you looked at him

"How can someone be so sexy just by looking at phone?" he asked and you laughed softly.

"I missed you so much," you whispered in a sexy voice. Now you were more like a cat that wants petting. You stretched out on the bed, lifting your ass up, which made his pants cramped.

“Let's sleep, baby,” he tried to sound calm, despite the urge to pounce on you.

"Sleep?" you looked at him in surprise. He grabbed your ankles sharply and pulled you with force to the edge of the bed where he was standing. Out of surprise, you screamed loudly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa ... let's be quiet there!" Jackson's voice came from the next room

“That's why we're going to sleep. I don’t want everyone to hear your moans and then jerk off imagining them over and over again ”

You laughed at his words “BamBam, are you still jealous of me for them? Why would they suddenly jerk off thinking about me. " You shook your head, crawling under the covers. He said nothing, but only went to the closet, taking off his clothes. He remained only in his underpants and crawled under the covers, hugging you. You pressed against his body and threw your leg over his thigh, because of which his hard dick rested against your crotch. You rocked your hips creating friction.

He moved his hand and squeezed your thigh with his fingers, preventing you from moving. "Cuddles?" he smiled at you. His composure was at the limit, and such movements clearly did not help him. You kissed him, and the kiss reflected the same desire as his own. For a second, he allowed himself to drown in the kisses before regaining his composure. He ran his hands under your T-shirt, his hands caressing your bare skin. He pulled away from the kiss with force and rested his forehead against your "Baby ..." his whisper was more like a plea.

You turned him on his back being on top of him. You ran your tongue over his neck before biting his ear. A soft moan escaped his lips. You kept kissing his skin until you covered his nipple, squeezing it with your lips. This time his groan was louder. “Baby, I told you…” he couldn't finish the sentence because you bit his nipple with your teeth, sending electric shocks through his entire body.

You raised your head and looked at him, your eyes were saturated with lust, you will definitely become his destruction. “You said you didn't want them to hear my moans, you didn't say anything about yours” you sent him a dangerous smile and ran your fingers over the hard dick through the fabric.

"Gosh ..." he moaned with pleasure

You quickly moved and taking off his boxers, grabbed his dick with your fingers. You continued to drive up and down its length before lowering your head and running the tip of your tongue over the damp head, which made him growl. His mind clouded over, his fingers gripping the sheet, trying to hold back the groans that burst out. His body ached with the urge to cum. He couldn't hold back the loud moans when you took his entire dick into your mouth. The damp heat of your mouth enveloped him, turning his body into a tight knot. He could not breathe, with every movement you made it seemed like thousands of needles were going through his body. He abruptly grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. He didn't care anymore. He knew what game you started and he definitely lost it, your smug smile became a confirmation of this. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as he shed the clothes on your body. You moaned almost silently when his mouth covered your nipples. He wanted to dissolve in your body, he squeezed it with such force that he knew for sure tomorrow your delicate skin would be covered with red marks from his fingers. He muffled his feet by kissing you when his fingers touched your wet pussy.

“My baby, so wet and ready for me,” he said pushing two fingers at you. You moaned into his mouth, he wanted to listen to this sweet sound all his time, but today not only he could hear it. A new wave of jealousy covered him, remembering tonight. Removing his fingers, he pushed a dick into you, sharply and forcefully. Your moans filled the room and you quickly covered your mouth with your hands trying to make less noise. But now he wanted to show everyone that he is the one who gives you pleasure, and no matter how they try to flirt with you, you and your pleasure belong only to him. He pressed your hands to the bed, continuing to make strong thrusts, each of which caused moans you could not control. He knew for sure that if the member was awake, then they could hear your sweet moans soaked in pleasure.

"Didn't you say you didn't want them to hear my moans?" you moaned

“I think we gave them enough time to asleep. Besides, I miss you so much that I don't care who and what can hear now. " He abruptly left you, unfolding you on your stomach, he put several high pillows under your thighs, opening you completely to his gaze. He bent down and ran his tongue over your crotch. You kept moaning as his mouth caressed you eagerly. Your body shook with pleasure, before he got up he left a kiss on your buttocks. He pushed into you again, entering with a sharp push to the full length. He squeezed your ass with his hands, pulling you towards him with each thrust, deepening the thrust. The sight of his dick sinking into your so wet and sweet pussy made him moan loudly. The pleasure was so intense that he could almost taste the orgasm that was coming on him. His pace became merciless, your loud moans mingled with his growl, and he put his fingers on your clit, forcing you to cum first. Your body tensed when the orgasm covered you, you tightly squeezed his dick from which he moaned loudly. He continued to thrust deeply, reaching his own orgasm, which seemed to lift his body into the air and then violently threw it to the ground, shattering it into a million small pieces. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around your body. He squeezed you tightly, pressing you against his body, while he made slow thrusts trying to prolong his pleasure as long as possible.

"I love only you, BamBam" you whispered in the sheets. His heart sank, you knew exactly what he was doing now, fucking you when the others were in the next room.

"Forgive me" was the only thing he could say now ...

He moved to the side leaving you. You turned to face him and hugged, kissing him.

"I love you BamBam!" you smiled broadly at him

"Sor..." you kissed him again, cutting off his words

"I love you BamBam" you whispered into his lips

"I love you, ______!" he whispered back, and you pressed your whole body against him.

“Good night,” you left a light kiss on his lips before placing your head on his shoulder.

He hugged you, getting a comfortable pose "Good night, my baby"

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[musicalmagic]

Some Things Just Are

Summary: Hoseok and you are roommates, and have been for a while. There's just one tiny detail: You're autistic. That's nothing to be ashamed of, it just means that there is always something that can bother you throughout the day, and with support from Hoseok and everything else, you'll get through no matter what comes your way.

A/N: First off, hi...I’m back. Did you miss me? Uh so... this one is a little more personal, a little more real. Just to let you know, some sentences where a character other than yourself is talking, I may not include how they say it (also because I might not be able to describe it in the first place…haha hahahh) I am autistic myself by the way. I have experienced a lot of what the reader has dealt with, and have also included a couple of my own personal stims. This story isn't a representation of all autistic individuals however, it's a perspective of one person. As autism is extremely personal and every one of us is different. But please, if you don't know what we've gone through, don't try to explain how we feel for us. Just listen.

* Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Autistic Reader

* Word Count: 1,222

* Genre: Fluff

* Warnings: Meltdown scene

While it was just before 8am when your alarm would blare and awake you, you had woken up before it. Blinking rapidly as sleep worked its way out of you, the weight of your blanket heavy against your chest and your back tingling from it pressing against the mattress. It was always something tactile, always something, every fibre of your being ignited when something made itself known to your skin. It was a relief to feel the almost automatic smoothness from turning to your side and feeling one foot moving up and down the other as you yawned and released the stiffness in your muscles for sleeping in the same place for too long. Truthfully, it was a natural thing that you had done since you were young. No one taught you to do this motion when the sensations from everything else began to irritate you. It was just, something you did.

 You were still in your pjs when you exited the room you occupied. Rubbing your eyes and trying to get it to focus afterwards, Hoseok, the “best-roomie-ever” was jumping excitedly in front of the T.V, watching the dancers move about the screen. Recently, he had bought a smart T.V that had YouTube as a function, and you thought it was because of all the new features and cool things that were built-in. Yet again however, Hoseok smiled and said that he bought it for YouTube, so that he could have the T.V “large enough to view the dance moves”, as he had graciously put it. You only laughed and had gone about your day afterwards as Hoseok switched it.

 Now, Hoseok was studying the main dancer extremely close, watching every movement and flick of their hips, all the little intricacies that they were doing.

 “Hoseok, you’re doing it again!” You called out to him from your room, voice slightly croaky.

 He turned, waved and smiled a little, and sat on the couch behind him. You moved over behind him and started to thread your hands through his hair.

 “Ahh, so I was up to it again, eh?” Hoseok said playfully.

 “Yup,” you replied.

 “How do you always manage to catch me though?”

 “I don’t know. You seem to have a habit of it. I just am there to witness it,” almost a robotic sounding reply, to anyone else that didn’t know you, but Hoseok just tilted his head up, craning his neck to see you and had a fond expression on his face.

 Hoseok didn’t say anything as he stared at you, and truthfully, you had not the faintest idea why. To you, Hoseok and many other people were an enigma that couldn’t be solved. Much less try to wrap your head around. So, you detached your fingers from his bedhead and ran over to the other side of the couch. Avoiding his gaze as he trained his eyes on you.

 “Anyways, wanna watch something better than the news right now?” You said quickly, plopping yourself down next to him, “I had an idea of watching a T.V show I saved for this very occasion.”

 “It’s barely 8:30 in the morning and you want to watch T.V?” Hoseok asked, a slight chuckle under his breath.

 “Yeah!” You said happily. Hoseok gave you a funny look, but shook his head at you. Which you took as a no, it wasn’t a bad thing.

 The couch’s pillows had, with all its rough glory, begun to irritate you, Hoseok was none the wiser as he switched from YouTube to Netflix, but your back was tingling with that familiar feeling, and at some points down your back was starting to hurt slightly. You wiggled in your seat trying to dispel the discomfort, only for you to sit back in a huff.

 “Hobiiiiii,” you whined. Hoseok turned his head in confusion, only to see your reddened face and an unhappy expression.

 Pleadingly you said, “Please can we get something a little less fluffy on the pillows!” Hoseok only stared, and you tried your best to look for longer than a second or two, but honestly the pillow was really annoying you.

 He could tell you were about to crack like an egg if too much pressure was pressed to it, his gentle hands pulling you forward, and you came face to face with him. How did he get there so fast?

 “Breathe. You gotta breathe,” he suddenly said sternly. Like a switch from happy and joking to concern and worry, yet you still couldn’t keep your eyes on his for too long. Lest it’d stir up uncomfy-ness in you. Your back had stopped tingling like before, but his fingers that pressed into your wrists (barely there), and hair sticking to your face, not to mention the clothes that weighed on your skin, was enough for you.

 It had broken you.

 Like something came over you, you shoved Hoseok away and retreated to your room. Eyes unfocused and blurry, everything up against you was so consuming. Thoughts switching off as you desperately tried to rid the feeling, and all you could do was press your hands together and rock; back and forth, back and forth, a haze in your head like a bad headache, but it just made you dizzy instead of just the pure pain of it forcing a pressure to your skull. You didn’t hear as Hoseok opened the door, or when he quietly sat next to you. Humming under his breath, a simple melody that you could latch onto. Becoming hyper focused to the sound of the notes, the haze in your brain becoming lighter, and lighter, and lighter, until it was barely there. You sighed as you slowed, and your white-red hands flooding with blood as you relaxed them.

 When it was finally over, you tipped your head and felt like crying. It happened again.

 Hoseok didn’t say anything as he handed you a tissue, and you held it with both hands. A neutralness to the tissue that you liked. Nothing soft nor rough, which suited you fine. You glued your eyes to your lap, studying the patterns.

 “I’m sorry…I ruined our morning again, haven’t I?” You said sorrowfully.

 He was quiet for a moment before he answered, “No. You never ruin it.” Hoseok suddenly laughed, his signature heart-smile breaking through, “Although, I think we’ll definitely get a better pillowcase!”

 You laughed too. It relaxed you, and nothing was better to latch onto than someone’s laugh. Especially Hoseok’s, something about his laugh always made you feel better.

 “Yeah…I don’t like that pillowcase anymore. I know I was the one who chose it, but…” You trailed off.

 “Hey, hey,” he started to say, “It’s alright, no biggie. Besides, I never liked—”

 Your head twisted so quick that it cut Hoseok off in momentary surprise, “You didn’t like it?”

 He stuttered, “Y- I mean, of course I liked it! It was a combo of your and I’s favourite colour after all!”

 “Oh…that’s good,” you simply said, happy at his answer.

 “By the way,” Hoseok began, clearing his throat, “I hope you know, that you don’t ever ruin my day. Never ever, so please, don’t think that.”

 “It’s hard not to Hoseok…” You answered sadly.

 “I know…” He breathed in, “I know.”

 “But no matter what, you’re who you are; that’s nothing short of amazing.”

#bts stories #bts #hoseok x reader #jung hoseok and reader #autistic reader #actually autistic

[cuddlepilefics]

Lullaby and good night

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie/Little: Minho

Caregiver: Jisung

 Minho’s POV.:

Our next comeback was approaching and 3racha had only finished up in the studio very recently. Now that all their tracks had been finished, it was the dance-line’s task to come up with choreographies. Being the oldest member of the dance-line, I felt a sense of responsibility, so I pretty much took the lead and spent most of my time in the practice room. In my free time, which was mostly at night, I went to the studio to practice my vocals. I knew I had to improve my singing, I read all the comments online, saying the only reason I was in the group was for my visuals. As much as it honored me that Stay found me handsome, as much did it hurt to hear I was good for nothing. Some nights I skipped entirely, not going back to the dorm at all and meeting up with my members for practice the next morning. Often it took a stern conversation with Chan-hyung to drag me back and get some rest. Couldn’t he see that I needed more time to practice? That I needed to work more to make up for the talent I was lacking? I hadn’t gone home after practice last night, instead dancing for another three hours before dragging my sore body to the studio to go over some of the new songs. I hoped with enough practice I’d get my lines down to perfection. It weren’t many anyways.

The next morning, I met up with Hyunjin and Felix to work on our choreos. The young Aussie was having a tough time, often messing up and being on edge the entire time. I saw his hands shaking every time he lost a step and his brows were furrowed as though he had a headache. Being a little myself, it didn’t take long for me to put two and two together. The poor boy was trying so hard not to slip but the stress was slowly getting to him. He wasn’t even there for a full hour before I decided to be a good hyung and send him home. It took a while for Felix to accept my decision, he didn’t want to hold us back and be a burden and I knew exactly how he felt but after quite some pushing from Hyunjin and me and a call to Chan, the dance-line maknae let the leader collect him from the practice room. From that on, it was only Hyunjin and me. We hadn’t even danced for that long but we were both drenched in sweat. My limbs ached and my protested with every movement. I doubted my dongsaeng felt any different but he put on a battle-face and soldiered on. Hyunjin really was something, though sensitive most of the time, when it came to dancing, he was pure professionalism. Not once did he complain about me torturing both of us with endless reruns of the same sequence. It was easy to work with him and seeing him be strong and push his exhaustion and pain away, gave me the strength to do the same.

We cut our lunch break short. Hyunjin gave me a proteinbar from his bag because I had eaten my last for dinner last night. I’d have to go back to the dorm soon to refill the snack-department of my practice bag. The break was just long enough to catch our breaths and force down a proteinbar and some water. Sure, it wasn’t a full meal but if we ate too much, the sharp movements would make us queasy. My eyes were burning and my head ached but on second thought, everything ached, so all I could do was suck it up and hope we’d finish soon. I was really craving a shower and my bed at this point. We had only resumed dancing for a few minutes, when my eyes were starting to bother me, well, bother me more than before. The bright overhead lights seamed distorted, casting strange shapes. I really shouldn’t wear my contacts for days on end. Blinking rapidly, I tried to clear my vision from the shimmering distortions before looking over at Hyunjin, squinting in an attempt to see him clearly. I’ve probably been staring at him for too long because he gave me a questioning look. The room suddenly shifted sideways before everything went black.

When I came to again, the first thing I heard was a loud howling noise quickly changing in pitch. It was too loud, my head was pounding and the noise didn’t help with that at all. Why couldn’t it just be quiet? I wanted to sleep. There were broken and half-suppressed sobs somewhere close. But where? It sounded a lot like Hyunjin. Trying to open my eyes, I failed as my eyelids seemed to be glued shut. There was a pressure around my hand, which seemed to come from the same direction as the sobs. Finally managing to blink my eyes open, I quickly closed them again and groaned as I hadn’t expected it too be so bright. I felt my hand being squeezed and I gave a weak squeeze back. There was also a voice that I didn’t recognize, words blurring together incomprehensible. Just wanting to sleep, I decided to ignore the voice and kept my eyes closed. It was too bright to open them anyways. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t go back to sleep. As soon as I became aware of the moist stickiness, with which my pants clung to me, it was too uncomfortable to get another minute of rest.

Through all the commotion, I kept my eyes closed. Why wouldn’t they stop bothering me? Is it too much to ask to just be allowed some rest? There were hands on me and my bed was shaking. I tried swatting the hands away but I wasn’t strong enough. My clothes were pulled on and suddenly I felt cold. Was I naked? My breathing quickened as I felt helpless and violated. All I had wanted to do was sleep off the pounding headache behind my temples. Oh thanks, someone had put a blanket on me. The commotion was slowly dying down and I dared opening my eyes again, though only a crack. The reassuring hand in mine had disappeared for a while but now I could feel it again. Looking over, I was faced with a tearstained Hyunjin. “H-Hey, you’re awake, hyung”, he smiled shakily. Trying to speak, I head to clear my throat a few times before I was able to get a sound out: “J-Jinnie? Wha’ happened? People were touching me, my head hurts.” – “It’s ok, hyung. They were only helping”, Hyunjin promised before breaking into tears again, “We were dancing together when you kept staring at me. I asked you a few times what was wrong but – but-…” – “Jinnie?”, rasped, squeezing his hand like he had done to me before. My dongsaeng just continued to choke on sobs, clearly terrified of something. But what?

I wanted to reassure him but how could I when I didn’t even know what happened? I was still so unbelievably tired but I couldn’t go to sleep, knowing my dongsaeng was crying next to me. The door opened and in piled my friends. Chan sat down on the bed next to my, taking my hand into his, while Changbin pulled Hyunjin out of the chair and into his arms. “Hyung?”, I looked at him with pleading eyes. The oldest sighed, studying my face: “You don’t remember what happened, do you Min?” I shook my head a bit, waiting for an explanation. “Hyunjin called us because you suddenly collapsed and had a seizure. He called an ambulance, which took both of you here, we followed”, the leader explained calmly but in his eyes I could see he was anything but calm. I had heard anything clearly but for some reason I couldn’t comprehend his words. They made no sense to me. Why would I have a seizure? I never had one before. My hyung must have sensed my confusion because he added: “The doctor said it might have been caused by sleep deprivation but they couldn’t confirm it yet because no one knew how much or rather little sleep you had gotten recently. To me it sounds likely because there were too many nights you didn’t come back at all.” Refusing to meet Chan’s eyes, I stared at the blanket in my lap, which seemed to confirm his suspicions. “I don’t think I have to tell you that you should have taken better care of yourself. You’re one of the oldest here and I know I haven’t been the greatest role-model but not even I have ever taken it to that extreme”, He frowned disappointed. Fighting tears back, I tried to explain myself: “It’s just, all those comments online, reminding me of my lack of talent. I just wanted to improve myself for Stay.” Great, with that confession I have earned myself another round of ‘Why we are not supposed to read comments on social media’, but I knew they meant well giving me a talk.

Another hour, many compliments for my skills and hugs from everyone later, most members went home, promising that one or two of them would come back later to bring me a bag with some clothes and my toothbrush. Much to my dismay, I learned that I’d have to stay at least one night for observation. Chan and Jisung stayed after everyone else left. I was grateful for their presence because I still needed to come to terms with what had happened. I had talked to a doctor, who had explained my situation again. It gave me hope because he said it might never happen again if I make sure to take good care of my body. His words were very inspirational to me: ‘Rest is a right, not a reward.’ I will probably make a poster of this and hang it in the 3racha studio, so others could also benefit from this man’s wise words.

No one’s POV.:

Chan and Jisung stayed to keep Minho company. The dancer kept a cool exterior to reassure his friends but the two knew he was really shaken-up inside. The trio continued talking, about everything and anything, trying to distract themselves and the mood in the room was considerably light. Until a nurse came in, that is. She wanted to give the dancer an IV, which would also be useful for administering medication for the pain. The atmosphere turned sour and Minho squirmed uncomfortably. He hated needles. Jisung quickly took his hand, trying to calm the older down. The nurse gave them a sympathetic smile as she had seen the same scene multiple times. Her promises, it would only be a tiny pinch and it would be over before Minho knew it, fell on deaf ears. When she took another step closer, needle in hand, the dancer couldn’t take it anymore. He screamed, trying to pull away from Jisung, who was holding onto his wrist. Then, as if a switch was flicked, he crawled back to the rapper, clutching his shirt. “Jiji, nuh let Min huwt!”, he sobbed, his breaths coming in short strained puffs. The nurse quickly put the needle down out of sight, taking a few steps back to give them space. Chan and Jisung had both paled immediately after noticing how Minho had slipped. They were terrified of it happening with a stranger in the room, afraid the little would be treated with disgust. Jisung was quick to sit on the edge of the bed, an arm wrapped around the dancer as he whispered soothing nothings and tried to help the other to slow his breathing down. At the same time, Chan studied the nurse, hoping for any clue on how she thought about little space.

A few minutes later, Jisung had finally managed to talk the little down and the nurse considered it safe to approach them again, without a needle this time. “Hey sweetie, can you tell me how old you feel right now?”, she cooed, crouching in front of the pair. All she got was a whimper from Minho, who pressed himself closer to Jisung, and the stunned looks of Chan and Jisung. She smiled at their confusion: “Regressing in age is a not too uncommon coping mechanism. People only thing it’s uncommon because everyone’s ashamed of talking about it. What’s bad about creating a safe space for oneself? It’s harmless, unlike taking drugs or self-harming as an outlet.” She wasn’t wrong there and her acceptance helped Minho build the courage to meet her eyes. When they were going to give the IV another try, Chan silently disappeared out of the room to call the members at the dorm, asking them to also pack Minho’s beloved cat plushie and a pacifier.

“Min, I’d need to give you some medicine but to be able to do that, I’ll have to put a small tube into the back of your hand”, she tried carefully. The little’s eyes went wide and he shook his head furiously. Jisung rubbed his back, hoping to be able to convince him: “Kitten, I know you’re scared. Hyung knows. But don’t you feel icky?” Minho sniffled and touched his head, whimpering a pitiful: “Ouchie.” – “I know, bubba. She’s going to help with that, if you let her. You trust Jiji-hyungie, right? I wouldn’t let anyone do anything that’s bad for you”, the rapper promised, “You’re my brave boy, aren’t you?” Minho whined loudly, he knew Jisung was right but he hated it. “Usually when we have to give a child an injection or IV, we let them sit on their parents lap”, the nurse mused. Jisung didn’t have to be told twice to kick of his shoes and sit down on the bed properly. He pulled the little onto his lap, who quickly buried his face against the rapper’s neck. Taking a few deep breaths and inhaling the caregiver’s soothing scent, Minho held out his right hand, stretching it far away from his body. “You’re so brave, kitten. Hyung’s really proud of you”, Jisung praised. The nurse wasted no time, afraid the little’s burst of confidence would be over before she’d have the needle in. It was really only a small prick and Minho didn’t even have the time to cry out before it was over. Quickly wrapping a few layers of bandage around the dancer’s hand to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally pull the needle out, she stepped back and smiled. She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small piece of paper, chuckling: “A brave boy like you totally deserves some stickers.” – “Stickers!!!”, the little squealed, accepting the sheet and studying it. Jisung grinned, glad the fuss was over, and reminded: “What do we say, Min?” – “Tank chuuu!”, the dancer giggled. With a satisfied smile, the nurse connected the bag of fluids and painkillers before leaving the room.

Chan returned and listened to Minho boast about his knew stickers, while they waited for their friends to arrive with the dancer’s necessities. “Hyung, I’m going to stay here with him tonight”, Jisung announced, still sitting on the bed with the little on his lap. The leader nodded, he had already expected this given the rapper was Minho’s main caregiver and the two were extremely close. They kept playing around for a while, the dancer giggling happily, IV already forgotten, till there was a knock on the door. In came Changbin and Seungmin their worried faces brightening at the sight of the happy little on Jisung’s lap. Their worry had doubled when Chan told them Minho had slipped but it now melted away completely. “Hey there, little one”, Seungmin laughed, walking over and ruffling the dancer’s hair, “You gave your Jinnie-hyung quite a scare”, noticing the little’s frown, he was quick to add, “Don’t worry Jinnie’s fine.” – “Look we brought Soori”, Changbin distracted, pulling the plushie from the bag and handing it over. Cuddling the stuffed cat close to his chest, Minho looked up with sparkling eyes and mumbled: “Tank chu, Binnie-hyung.”

Changbin and Seungmin took Chan back home with them after saying good bye to Minho and Jisung. The rapper gently helped the little to change out of the hospital into his own clothes, making sure to pull the bottle and tubing through the sleeve first and guiding Minho’s hand, so he wouldn’t mess with the IV. The energy and excitement, that had fueled the dancer while the other members were present, soon ebbed away and the exhaustion that had brought him into the current situation caught up to him. “Is there someone sleepy?”, Jisung cooed, running a hand through the little’s hair. Minho gave a small nod, yawning widely while he rubbed a fist against his eye: “Wan’ cuddle Jiji.” – “Okay baby, scoot over a bit”, the rapper requested, climbing under the blanket too, “Here, hold on to Soori, she wants cuddles too.” Clutching the plushie, the little snuggled up against his caregiver, who pulled a paci from the bag and slipped it between the little’s lips. “Go to sleep, kitten. Hyungie will sing for you, ok?”, Jisung hummed, he was hoping Minho would be able to catch up on the sleep he was lacking, “Good night, little one.”

#sick #sickfic #little #little space #agere #age regression #headspace #fanfic #fanfiction #skz #stray kkids #fluff #comfort #whump #lee know #lee minho #han jisung #minsung #hospital

[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter Four: E-Stim

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: Shane deals with the consequences of her email to her boss, both good and bad. A mortifying situation has an…unexpected outcome. Emotions run high in the fourth chapter of The Tx of Sy! Behind on the action? Catch up HERE! 

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Language, some angst and emotions. (Like I literally cried writing part of it) And like, an asshole boss…but if you stick it out with Susan, you won’t be disappointed.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.

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Shane had spent her morning getting ready for work and treating her first patient with a whopping headache…maybe a small glass of wine would have been more responsible of her. But she slept like the dead, which was the goal.

She took a moment before her second patient to check her email…there was a reply from Susan.

Shane, come to my office at your next possible availability.

No "thank you" or "please" or "fuck you very much." just an order. Last she checked, SHE wasn't in the military. Since Heather wasn't in yet, she messaged the secretary on duty, Marsha, to see if she could find a way to make an opening in her morning. She wanted to get this meeting over with.

Sure, Shane. Looks like Cory could take your next patient, if you like. He's seen him before.

Perfect. Please make that change and block me for a meeting with Susan. Thank you so much.

She saw Cory walk by, and warned him. "Cory, I'm having Marsha move Mr. Greenbaum to you next hour. I need to meet with Susan about something." she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, shit. Okay. No problem." Cory knew all too well the fuckery that a Susan meeting could entail.

"I really appreciate it. I owe you big time."

"Nah, Mr. G is cool. We just talk about huntin' and stuff."

"He'll probably like that we switched, then." she laughed. And headed for what felt like the principal's office. Bleak and miserable.

She knocked on the door, and was told in an all too cheerful manner to come in.

"Hey!"

"Morning Susan."

"Close the door and have a seat, Shane."

She typed away for a moment before fully engaging…as was her way. She thought it gave her the power. It really just annoyed the fuck out of everyone.

"So, tell me what's going on with this patient you emailed me about."

"Well, he's an ACL and MCL tear, traumatic, plus a dislocated patella. He did it during a mission in Iraq. Ummm, he's improving a lot. Potter did the surgery. He had him keep the crutches about two weeks longer than we thought he would, but--"

"No I mean…this relationship. What's the deal, here?"

"Oh, there's not much to say about it, really. He's been fairly flirty from pretty early on. I've been able to ignore it, but to be honest, I think he's a really great guy, and I think he deserves better than me ignoring his advances, especially when, to be honest Susan, the feelings he has for me are not unrequited." her heart was racing. More than if Sy had been in the room flirting with her, but so much less pleasant.

"I don't think you should see this guy until the treatment is over. What if it doesn't work out and he doesn't want to come here anymore because of you." That hurt…not that it wasn't rattling around in her head, too.

"Well, Susan, to be honest, that's one reason I haven't spoken up about this already. I have that fear. But he's been very adamant about it lately, and it's been on my mind a lot, and I think I owe it to the both of us to see it through."

"I think I should call this guy. Let me pull him up."

She gave her his details to get his information pulled up in their system. God, this was embarrassing. She should have known this nightmare was coming.

"Hello?" a gravelly bark came across the speakerphone.

"Hello, Mr. Syverson?"

"Captain Syverson, yes, Ma'am." She wasn't expecting him to pull rank…and he did it so politely.

"Sorry, Captain Syverson. My name is Susan DeForrest, I'm the manager here at Fort Wood Therapy Clinic. How are you this morning?"

"This side of the daisies ain't worth complainin. What can I do ya for, ma'am?"

"Well, I have Miss Benton, your therapist here in a meeting. You're on speaker."

"Hey Sy." Shane mewled sheepishly.

"Hey there, Shane." she could hear the smile in his voice. She didn't know if Susan could.

"She's saying that the two of you would like to see each other socially, outside of therapy."

"Oh, that's not quite the words I'd use, ma'am, but I s'pose you're technically correct."

"And she's explained to you that this facility has a policy in place regarding such fraternization?" What a load of bullshit she was shoveling. Making it sound so sinister and clandestine what she and Sy were trying to start up. Like espionage. This woman…

"I'm aware that certain policies exist like that to protect patients or customers, and more frequently the staff from situations that could present problems for both or either parties. I am not aware that a strict policy exists to police your staff in such a stringent manner. In fact, I know the opposite to be true."

"Excuse me?" Susan asked, shell shocked.

"See, them policies o' yours, they're all available online. Public knowledge. Even your personnel ones. Now, y'all have a nice and thorough handbook, I mean, I have been up all night just pouring over this like honey on toast, and I can tell you, I ain't findin' a word about y'all not being allowed to date your patients."

"Well, it's in policy number…"

"Nope, you were gonna say 47, subsection 2, part b. But that just says that you shouldn't treat anyone you're close to (i.e. friend, relative, or significant other) if you can't maintain objectivity or your own comfortability. Now, if I'd make Shane uncomfortable, or if she lost her objectivity over me, I'd be devastated. Shane, do I or do you think I could make you uncomfortable or unobjective?" he was laying it on so thick. If she hadn't been falling for him, this would have done it.

"I don't think so, Sy." She held back a smile…but not well.

"There ya have it. Miss DeForrest, I trust that Shane is free to live her life in the way she sees fit?"

"Well, I still think she should wait…" Susan started, but was cut off again by Sy.

"Because you see, I've seen a lot of young people fail to grow old. A lot of people waitin' to do things…they never ended up doin'. This life…it can be real, real short, Miss DeForrest. And I'm not keen on waitin' to be happy when I could be happy right now. Have I made myself clear enough for you? Or do I need to go to the next link in the chain of command here?" The emotion and resolve in his voice was completely shattering. He wasn't crying. But Shane and Susan both were. And then suddenly, Susan sniffed herself into composure and answered him with dignity.

"No, Captain Syverson. That will not be necessary. Shane…is free, of course, to socialize with whomever she sees fit so long as it doesn't affect anyone's treatment adversely. Thank you for your time, candor, and perspective, sir."

"I'm glad to help Shane. She's helped me more than any therapist I've ever had. We clicked immediately. I knew she was somethin' special. But getting to know her over the last few weeks has shown me what true happiness could feel like…I'd forgotten that over in Iraq. She gave that back to me. I'd like to thank her properly."

"I think she'd like that too. Thank you, sir." Susan hung up the phone without letting them say goodbye to each other, but Shane was an utter mess, and unable to form coherent words right now, anyway.

"Wow." Susan exclaimed.

"Yeah." Shane sniffed into a tissue, dabbing her eyes and then blowing her nose loudly, and unapologetically.

"Did he say he spent the whole night reading our policies?" Susan asked, not sure she heard him right.

"That's what I understood." Shane was somehow not surprised.

"Did you tell him to do that?"

"I didn't even know the policies were online, nor did I know you'd pull him in to our meeting…I didn't even know we were having one until twenty minutes ago."

"Right…fair. Sorry, I'm still…off-put by all of that." She had been beaten…and it wasn't familiar or comfortable.

"So, are we finished here?" Shane inquired, tentative about the state of mind her boss was in.

"Yes, go on and take the rest of the hour for continuing ed or whatever." She was normally much more composed…Sy had really gotten to her. She loved it.

Shane hurried back to her treatment room. She had to call him.

"Hello?" that same gravelly voice now confused as he'd just hung up with her, basically.

"May I speak to the great hero Captain Syverson, please?"

"Sunshine. How ya doin'?"

"Did you really stay up all night last night to read our entire employee manual?"

"I wanted the straight up, true life details about this policy that could mess up my future."

"I think you broke my boss's brain. She was still stewing when I left. She thought I told you where to find all that and what not. I didn't even know you could find it online. Plus, I didn't know we'd be meeting or that she'd drag you into a personnel matter. She's the worst. And you're literally my hero for beating her down like you did."

"Hey, ya know, she started it. I just finished it."

"You sure did. And how!"

"So…since we're all legal now…"

"Is the magic gone since it's not forbidden?" she laughed.

"Oh, I was gonna say, yeah, I think this may be a mistake. Sorry."

They both giggled.

"I'm free after work on Friday." she suggested.

"Not anymore, you're not. Bring some nice clothes and change when you're done. I'll pick you up after. Just text me when you're about ready?"

"You haven't given me your number, Sy."

"It's in my chart, dork."

"You have to officially give it to me."

"Oh I'll give it to ya, baby." He'd dug deep into the bass part of his register for that one.

"Syyyyy." she groaned.

"Oh, you already know I like it when you say my name."

"I'm being serious right now, what's your damn number or the date is off." She bluffed.

"Not because I believe that idle threat, but because I wanna…give it to ya." he rattled off the number.

"Okay, I'll be texting you with mine. Now, I have work today, so if you text me and don't get an immediate response, you know that's why."

"I'm not your only patient? I'm hurt, Shane."

"I know, that's why you've been coming to therapy for weeks."

"Har-Har, good thing I'm not into you for your sense of humor."

"Good thing I'm not into you for your looks, since 80% of your face is obscured by hair."

"We could go all day like this."

"The stamina." she teased.

"Well, look who joined the game!" he sounded almost proud.

"Don't think I haven't been participating silently for…a while."

"How long?" he inquired

"Isn't that my line?" she laughed at the penis joke she'd just made.

"You'll find out soon enough, and you won't be laughing. How long?"

"Well, you remember your evaluation."

"I do."

"Yeah…then." she bleated, too shy to say so with pride.

"No way! You mean you've liked me all this time too! And haven't said shit!?"

"I had to be professional, Sy! I didn't want to! Damn! You've gotta know how much I didn't want to be professional."

"I'll forgive ya, I guess, lil' lady."

"Merciful of you, sir!" she chuckled. "I'll need to go here soon. Won't be long now until my next one gets here."

"Tease me with a 'sir' then cut me off. Cruel."

"You like 'sir,' huh?" she whispered.

"I do. Yes…I…do."

"Noted. Well, until tomorrow."

"Don't forget to text me. I want you to give it to me too." he chuckled.

"Oh, you're bad."

"But, I'm real, real good sunshine." The deep rich promise in his voice did not go unnoticed.

"Bye Sy."

"Later Shane."

She hung up and texted him immediately. A selfie. He replied in kind. He seemed to be home on his couch, Aika by his side…he was not wearing a shirt…well…this day would be eternal.

Up Next: Chapter Five- Sensory Integration 1

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Deserved

A/N: This is my second elriel fic. I’ve done so many back and forth POV but let me know if you liked both or would have rather just seen one. Thank you @kimkla for the prompt. I had fun writing this. Enjoy!

Prompt: “Az just came back from a really difficult mission and has problems to get back to normal. Elain helps him through some bad flashbacks/anxiety attacks or sth. Angst w/ fluffy ending”

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Azriel POV

Rhys sent me on a mission. A mission that hits too close to home. I can’t be mad because he didn’t know but I’m still aggravated.

He sent me to go spy on someone causing trouble in the Illyrian mountains. What he didn’t know was the person causing trouble was one of my brothers. My brother who was torturing people for sport and then covered it up as if he didn’t do anything. But I’m not stupid.

I am finally going to get my revenge on him. He is going to regret ever causing harm to people. He is going to know what that harm feels like in return.

So I went to him as silent as my shadows and punched him to the ground. I punched him to the ground unconscious. Then I dragged his pathetic unconscious body to a cave and chained him up.

Then I let him gain his consciousness back and put oil on his hands and set them on fire. I let him feel what I had to feel. I let him feel the pain that I thought was going to kill me. The pain that I wished death upon.

I watched him scream and beg for mercy. I watched him apologize over and over and over again. I watched the tears pour from his eyes. I kept telling myself that he deserved this. He earned this pain.

But for some reason it just made me feel guilty. But he deserved this, didn’t he? He tortured me and so many others. He deserved to die a slow death.

I, then, grabbed my signature weapon, Truth-Teller, and cut him. Slowly. I stabbed him. I decided to remove his wings. And I let him bleed out.

All I could think about was the blood he poured from everybody else. The pain he caused everyone else. This will be worth it. It’s not like anyone will miss him anyway.

But why doesn’t this feel right?

As soon as his heart beated for the last time, I took him off the chains and burned his body. I contemplated keeping the wings as a trophy but I don’t think Elain would appreciate that.

When I was done, I was trembling. My whole body was shaking. I was pouring with sweat from the rage. The shame. The anxiety. The memories.

I am no better than he is. If I went and brutalized and killed him, I am no better than he that did that to other people. What was I thinking?

Elain POV

It’s currently midnight and I’m waiting for Azriel to come back to our cottage. He was supposed to be here by noon but he must have got stuck doing something. I’m sure he is alright.

By two in the morning I heard the front door open. Odd, he usually is as quiet as a mouse. I was on my way to go downstairs to meet him, to make sure he was okay, when the bedroom door opened and Az walked hurriedly to the bathing room.

Something must have gone wrong. He hasn’t come like this in a while. He usually only does when something bad went wrong. Something that he blames himself on.

I quietly followed him to the bathing room. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, panting. Panting because he was panicking. Sweat dripped off his face. His hands trembled. Blood. He had blood on him.

I ran to him quickly, “Az, blood. Is this your blood?”

He didn’t look up at me. “No.” Okay well I guess we’ll be playing a one-word game tonight.

I grabbed a towel to wash his face and hands up. “Let’s get you cleaned off then.”

Still without looking, he murmured, “No.”

Trying not to get frustrated, I softly spoke, “Az, I’m going to get the blood off you.”

I reached up to wipe some blood off his cheek. At the contact, he pushed me hard and yelled, “No!”

I fell backwards. I hit my head hard against the floor. The pain and dizziness was enough to take my speech away. At the tears that started to roll down my face, it seemed to snap him out of his rage.

He kneeled down next to me. “Elain, I- I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to. Crap. I’m sorry.” He tried to wipe the tears away but realized the blood on his hands.

I got up, albeit slowly. He was there watching me just in case I fell. I took a deep breath trying to pull my emotions of the physical and mental hurt, and said, “Azriel, I’ll be back in the morning. Hopefully, you’ll be in the mood to talk. Clean yourself up. Get enough rest. Bye.”

He looked distraught. But I had to go, I had to leave. He needed time to think. I know he didn’t mean to hurt me but before he can do anything else, I have to go. Just for a little bit.

I put on a dress and a cloak and headed to Feyre and Rhysand’s house. As I walked, I let the tears fall freely. I never expected this of him. He has never hurt me physically before. But I remind myself that he is obviously hurting himself. But still, not a good enough excuse.

After walking for an hour and half in the middle of winter, I arrived at their house. Rhysand opened the door. His eyes went wide with shock, either because it was me or because of the state I was in.

After a minute, he seemed to realize it was cold, “Um come in, Elain. Are you okay?”

I cried, “Can I talk to Feyre? I’m sorry I’m here so late.”

He pulled me into a hug. “Yes, of course. Don’t be sorry. She’ll be down here in a minute.”

He led me to the living room when another dizzy spell took over me. Rhys caught me and a look of concern replaced his look of pity. “Elain, are you sure you’re okay?”

He put his hands around my waist to keep me from falling. A blush rose high on my cheeks. He has never touched me like this, but that doesn’t matter right now.

I rubbed my eyes in an attempt to make them see straight but that didn’t work. I stammered, “Can- can I go sit down?”

He nodded his head. He kept an arm on my shoulder should I fall again. At the same time we sat down, I heard Feyre descend the stairs.

Azriel POV

I can’t believe I just did that. I pushed Elain. I hurt her. I’m an idiot, such an idiot. I will never forget the look of shock and hurt on her face. That was uncalled for. There is no excuse for that.

I decided to take a long bath and sleep on the couch. I will not sleep in our bed without her. Without Elain. It’s our bed not my bed. It feels wrong to sleep there without her.

I hope she will forgive me. I don’t deserve to be forgiven but still I hope she will. I need to sleep, calm myself, and take care of this chaotic mess I created. Tomorrow.

Elain POV

“I’m so sorry, Elain. Something must be bothering him pretty badly to act like this.” Feyre said, quietly.

Rhysand looked mad. He was barely controlling the anger boiling in his body. Feyre put a hand on his arm in an attempt to cool him off.

Feyre spoke again, “Maybe you should see a healer. Just to make sure your head is okay.”

“I’m fine, really.”

Rhysand looked at me at that, “Elle, you almost fell earlier. Please, I insist. Just to make sure everything is okay.”

I thought for a second. It wouldn’t hurt getting checked just to make sure.

I nodded my head, “Okay.”

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Madja came and examined me. She gave me a pain tonic for the headache that was starting to build pressure in my head. She told me to rest and take it easy for a little bit.

That’s exactly what I did. I went to bed thinking about what I was going to do tomorrow morning.

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Morning came and Rhys insisted that he go to the house first and check on Az. To make sure he isn’t going to hurt anybody else.

I let him. Just so that I wouldn’t be so nervous. Because I’m afraid. I’m afraid of the reaction my husband may have. I’m afraid he might accidentally hurt me again. Rhys going first will at least give me peace of mind.

Azriel POV

I heard a knock on the door. I was just going to ignore it. I’m too tired to deal with anything. But then the knock became persistent so I let in and got up to answer it.

I opened the door to a red-faced Rhys looking madder than I have seen him in a while.

He grabbed the collar of my tunic and dragged me to the couch, throwing me onto it.

“Do you want to tell me why Elain showed up at my house at 3:30 in the morning in the dead of winter, crying?”

I just stared at him, not saying a word.

“Do you wanna tell me why you got so mad you pushed her onto the floor?”

Again, I didn’t say a word.

Rhys grabbed my tunic again, he yelled, “Do you wanna tell me why you gave her a concussion? She has a freaking concussion because you can’t split your home life with your work life and that got her hurt. That’s pathetic, Azriel. Pathetic.”

Well, that got my attention, “Is she okay?”

“She’s okay. I had her see Madja. She gave her a pain tonic for the headache. Told her she needs a lot of sleep. Which she probably didn’t get much last night because of you.”

I looked down. I was ashamed. I didn’t know what to say.

Rhys sat down beside me. I heard him blow out a big breath. He put an arm around my back and gently asked, “What happened, Az? This isn’t like you.”

I swallowed, “The person causing all the trouble was my brother…”

I went on and told him everything. What I had done. What I had felt. I had never felt more vulnerable in my entire life.

By the end of it, I was shaking. Trembling. Like I was the night before. I didn’t realize a tear had slipped out until Rhys rubbed it off my cheek.

Rhys just hugged me and said, “I’m sorry, Az. If I had known-”

I cut him off, “No, you wouldn’t have known. I just need Elain. I need to see her. Apologize.

Rhys nodded his head. And headed out the door.

Elain POV

Rhys is winnowing me to my house. He said he talked to Azriel and said I needed to also talk to him. Here goes nothing.

Rhys gave me a timid smile and nodded his head. I tell him thank you and he’s gone.

I walk in the house and it’s quiet.

“Azriel!”

He walks out of the bedroom into the living room. “Hey Ellie.”

I see him take a deep breath and he continues, “I’m so sorry. That was uncalled for. I’m sorry I hurt you. I promise I won’t do it again. I’m just so so sorry. How are you doing? Are you okay?”

“I’m doing fine, Az. Just a headache and tiredness.” I paused and swallowed. “Talk to me. What happened yesterday?”

I saw Azriel’s body tense for a heartbeat and relaxed like nothing happened. He came and grabbed my hand and took me over to the couch.

“Elain, I killed my brother yesterday. I beat him, stabbed him, burned him. And I thought it would make me feel better that it would help me move past my childhood but it didn’t. In fact, it just makes me feel worse. I’m no better than he is, I’m no different than he was.” He told me everything that had happened.

Azriel POV

I could feel the tears trying to well up. I could feel the burning in my eyes. But I shouldn’t hold it back. Elain is my wife. She deserves to see every part of me. I let the tears fall.

Elain grabbed my face. “No, Az honey, you are nothing like he is. He got what he deserved. I never met your brother but I’m sure he doesn’t have the kind, tender heart that you have. I’m sure he doesn’t have your compassion. I know he doesn’t share the love you give so freely to your family. You are nothing like him.”

She kissed my tears away. I pulled her into my lap and wrapped my arms around her. “I’m still so sorry for yesterday. I caused you pain that should’ve never happened. I’m so sorry.”

“I know you're sorry. I know you didn’t want to. Don’t let your anger get the best of you. It was a mistake that I expect you won’t make again. Or I promise you, I will let the wrath of my sisters and your brothers to come upon you and you will regret it for the rest of your eternity.”

I laughed a low laugh. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. Please forgive and I will spend the rest of my eternity being the male I vowed to be to you, Elain Acheron.”

“I do forgive you, my most precious shadowsinger.” And she kissed me. And I kissed her. Passionately. Trying to convey all the love I have for her that words can’t even justify.

She wrapped her legs around my waist. Kissing my jaw line and down my neck. Which elicited a moan from deep within my throat. She went back up to my lips.

I broke the kiss off, “Elain, love, I’m pretty sure someone told me the healer said you needed lots of rest.”

“Rest can wait.”

“Rest is important for your healing. I promise you after you rest some then I will make love to you in the way you deserve it.”

She smiled at me and kissed the corner of my mouth. “Okay.”

I picked her up and carried her to our bed. We both took our clothes off and laid down with each other. She cuddled into my chest and I laid a kiss atop her hair.

Cauldron, I don’t know how I ever got this female. I definitely don’t deserve her but I will thank the mother everyday she thought I did.

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