#i knew she'd think that but it still hurt so badly to hear her say it

[milkyspine]

[sixxteenbullets]

for the johnny cade smut, it can be just an "i was worried about you" and kind of caring smut, the sex being rough but with praise? sorry if this doesn't make sense!

I WAS WORRIED

PAIRING- JOHNNY CADE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS- MENTIONS OF MURDER, P IN V, LOVING SMUT, WRITTEN BADLY

Smut starts at paragraph 14

Hearing that your boyfriend had gotten into trouble wasn't nice to hear. Especially when it involved a murder in self defence of a well known Soc boy. When Y/n heard about it, she felt many different things. The first was shock, then anger at how someone could try and hurt her baby, and then sadness because he had to go into hiding to avoid the mess.

That's what brought her to her current situation, demanding that Dallas Winston take her to him. "No, with that big mouth of yours, everybody would know."

That was absolute bullshit, they both knew it. Sure, she likes to gossip, but never at the stakes of her friends, definitely not at the stake of her lover. "Yes! Now get in this car and take me to see Johnny!"

He stood still for a moment, eyes narrowed, jaw clenching and unclenching. She grew nervous, but only for a moment before he scoffed and got into the driver's seat. As much as he didn't want to take the chance of his best friend getting caught, he knew Y/n was a good girl. She'd never rat. Plus, it would keep Johnny's mouth shut about her for a minute.

They didn't speak throughout the whole ride. There was nothing to say. Y/n wasn't shy about showing her anxiety through the tapping of a foot or the silent mumble from her lips as she thought about all of the things that could go wrong. While Dallas tried to hide what he was feeling, he didn't do it well. He touched his face too much, looked away from the road too much. He was stressed and it was clear to her, but they said nothing to comfort each other.

As soon as the thunderbird was parked in front of an old church, Y/n was off. Dallas only shook his head as he watched her run straight into the building and give the two of them a near heart attack. Ponyboy, once he realised who she was, just gave a soft smile and breathed in relief. Johnny on the other hand, wasted no time jumping up to pull her into him. There were no words to describe how refreshing it was for the boys to see a new face.

The two held each other for a while, ignoring Dallas and Ponyboy's teases and laughs. She was the one who broke the hug, much to his dismay, and headed over to the other criminal to give him a hug. He gladly accepted it and even showed disappointment when she ended it. She understood though, going so long without any sort of comforting affection like that must have been brutal.

After the tension of the arrival proved short-lived, the four all began conversing in whatever they could think of. This went on until Dallas abruptly stood up and had Ponyboy take him outside to their food supply as he was getting hungry.

When the two boys were gone, Johnny and Y/n sat in a comforting silence, eyes moving between contact and lips. There was an unspoken thought lingering between them, something that neither of them had built up the courage to say. It wasn't until she acted on an impulse and smashed her lips into his did he realise that she was very real and very much there. This was happening.

The kiss was filled with so much hunger and passion that he felt light headed. The love which was ignited between them was so foreign to him. She gave him everything she had and more. Johnny Cade was only eighteen years old, as was she, and his life was at risk. He could be thrown into prison, killed for revenge, or be driven mad by the constant danger he was in. That was too real. More than their love or their kiss. More than the hand that slid down his torso, and more than his actions of pulling away from her. "Not here,"

Y/n's only thoughts as she was being taken to a loft in the back of the abandoned church was how she was going to show her boyfriend how much she cared for him.

Johnny was laying on his back in no time, his girl slowly pressing kisses all over his face. Every one of them brought him happiness. At one point she stopped, pressing one last kiss to his jaw before she met his eyes again. Her legs moved to straddle his hips and her hands held his face. "I was so worried about you," she breathed. "So worried."

"Let me make it up to you." These words surprised both of them. She didn't think he would be so forward, and he thought the exact same thing.

In one swift, careful motion, he was on top. His hand was behind her head and his lips were on her neck. She closed her eyes and took in his warmth. Her lips parted in silent ecstasy as his hand roamed down her side, pulling her shirt up to be even with her waist. That was his next portrait. Kisses were trailed down her middle, stopping just above her pants before he pulled away.

A pathetic complaint left her mouth incoherently, but it was short lived as she saw his hands trail to his hips. She followed in suit by removing her shirt and her own pants. The look in his eyes was unreadable before it changed to hunger. Something that she's never seen before. And, fuck, was it hot.

Their lips met again and his hips grinded down into hers, creating a shameless moan from both of them. But he didn't stop there, every bit of contact made only encouraged the dirty passion.

It was his turn to pull away from her then, meet her eyes and speak so softly that she could hardly hear him. "Are you sure? Are you ready?"

"I want you." That was all he needed to hear before he tore away her underwear and lined up with her entrance. The anticipation got to her and made her close her eyes, preparing for what was about to come.

Seeing this, he pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you."

Every inch of him that was thrust into her was savored by each of them. Every inch of skin that they could think of was flooded with warmth. Her leg swung up over his hip, his hand gripping her thigh, moving up slowly to wrap around her waist and keep her impossibly close to him.

A tear of pure euphoria slipped down one of their faces, they didn't know which of them was crying but the salty taste that joined their lips confirmed that it was happening. Whatever discomfort there was for either lover couldn't even be remotely matched by the amount of love and pleasure they were engulfed in.

It was nearly impossible to keep quiet. Dallas and Ponyboy were not far from them, just outside the church. They could hear so easily. The risk, however, was not very present in their minds. Many other thoughts were taking over. For example, how fucking good they both felt.

His hips grinded into hers at a quick pace, pelvis hitting her clit with every motion. Her back arched and her torso met his. The arm that wasn't wrapped around her was used to slide down her arm as their fingers intertwined. Light, feathery kisses were pressed against her breasts.

She spoke in slow, breathy words. "You're so. . . Good."

For a brief moment, Y/n opened her eyes to look at Johnny. His face was twisted into an expression that could only be described as heavenly. A small, emotional smile graced her lips as she let her eyes close once more.

"You're beautiful." He was so quiet. His face hurried into her neck, mouth opened as he neared his high. The hot breath on her neck was something she never thought she'd enjoy so much. There was a tightness that grew in her core, then, building up so much that she struggled to keep from crying out.

As if nature was on their side that day, they reached their climax together. A fire ignited between them and spread through their most connected points all the way to the tips of their fingers, still laced together tight. The intimacy was crushing them in the most pleasurable way.

Her empty hand went to tangle in his hair, gripping tight. The arm that he had wrapped around her middle moved downward so that his hand could squeeze the fat of her ass.

He had pulled out and released on the ground between her thighs. There wasn't much time to allow his body to calm down before his attention was back on the girl in front of him. Her eyes were still closed as she attempted to calm down from her own high. He crawled back up beside her and laid down. She was quickly pulled into an embrace, neither party caring about how sweaty the other was.

"You're coming back again next week." It wasn't much of a question as it was a statement.

She breathed a laugh and nodded against his chest. "Yeah, I am."

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UGHHHH. RAHH. I'm sorry but I suck at smut lol. I'm not much of a johnny girl, nor a smut girl, so I'm sorry this isn't as good as it could have been.

@thesunmeltedthegrayaway on the other hand, has some really good works on johnny!

[ssparksflyy]

my tears ricochet but its jason grace and his 'lover' that he cant be bothered to give attention to

"even on my worst day, did i deserve, babe all the hell you gave me? 'cause i loved you, i swear i loved you 'til my dying day" but its his lover knowing she wasnt perfect, but also knew she didnt deserve the way he treated her.

"i didn't have it in myself to go with grace and you're the hero flying around, saving face" but its his lover watching him be everybody else's hero and prioritizing people he hardly knew.

"and if i'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? cursing my name, wishing i stayed" but its his lover watching him at her funeral from elysium and seeing how pathetic he's acting, saying he misses her, as if he didnt once tell her in an argument she was the last thing on his mind at the time.

"you know i didn't want to have to haunt you but what a ghostly scene, you wear the same jewels that i gave you as you bury me" but it's the way he can't think of anything else but her, no matter how hard he tries, after she's gone. but it's the way that he had the audacity to wear the necklace he gave her when they started dating to the funeral.

"'cause when i'd fight, you used to tell me i was brave" but its their 'honeymoon phase' where he used to treat her as if she was the only person he'd ever care for.

"and i can go anywhere i want, anywhere i want, just not home" but it's the way he infiltrated her home that once adored her and made it all about him. the way camp half blood was once the only real home she ever knew, but now it wasn't. the way that jason once served as a home to her, only for a very short amount of time, but she was incapable of reaching that home as well.

"and you can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones" but it's the way that he now realizes and regrets how much and badly he hurt her. the way she'll forever haunt him. the way he refuses to ever forgive himself and knows that apart of him died in shame that day.

"and i still talk to you (when i'm screaming at the sky)" but it's the way that when she was alive, his lover would beg all the gods for a way out. the way she wouldn't allow herself to leave but begged for the strength to continue fighting for his love that simply was no longer there.

"and when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)" but its the way that jason can't stop replaying the one video he has of her singing by the campfire and the way he can't fall asleep without listening to it.

"you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same" but it's the way that jason could've saved her from dying, but chose to help another camper in need, thinking you'd just get hurt and would heal eventually. the way that decision is the reason why he can't get out of bed in the morning, the way that decision is what causes him to lose himself.

"you turned into your worst fears" but its the way that jason realizes that he's no better than his father, the man he hates most, for being so careless and heartless when it came to somebody who loved and adored him in a way nobody else could.

"look at how my tears ricochet" but it's jason grace and his lover who both lost themselves for each other, but at different times. one of those times, being far too late.

his lover died in battle against an invasion of monsters in the woods of camp half blood. jason saw her just minutes before she passed, knowing he couldve helped her, but instead decided to help the camper who was only a year younger than her and who's name he didnt know. he figured she'd be fine and accepted the fact she'd get hurt, but knew she would heal later. years later, he's still killing himself from within for being unable to answer the question, if he knew it all then, would he do it again?

[k4ulitzs]

can u do one where reader invited tom around to her house and she excuses herself to get some water and her mum comes in and starts talking about how he is not the man for her, but neither of them knew tom followed her and was listening? Ending with fluff? Ty

perfect ~ tom kaulitz

little bit of angst, fluff.

thank u sm for this req anon, much appreciated !!

Knock knock. My head shoots up from my phone, an ear to ear smile forming on my face as I knew who was knocking - my boyfriend tom who I had invited over. Just as I was about to stand up, my mum pokes her head through the kitchen door.

"who's that?" she asks, her eyes squinting. "don't worry, it's just tom. I'll get it." I sighed, reading the uneasy look on her face. My mum has to be the most judging person I know, and of course, she has not yet properly met my boyfriend, but just by the way she was looking at me, I could read her like a book. I stood up, not caring about her thoughts on him. I love him, and wether she did or not, it would never change how I felt.

"mum, can you please keep your opinions to yourself for now? I don't want you unloading on him. He's nervous enough, he doesn't need you piling on." I state, making it clear I didn't want her harsh opinions making tom feel hurt in anyway. After all, tom was a very soft person, so an opinion as unaccommodating as my mums would definitely hurt him.

She raised both her hands. "fine, fine." she sighed, disappearing back into the kitchen. I roll my eyes, knowing my mum, even though I had warned her, she would probably still say something. I walked towards the door and opened it, smiling once I saw his beautiful face.

"hey baby." he smiled, lowering his head with a blush forming on his cheeks. I could tell he was nervous. And though he wasn't actually in a 'meeting the parents' situation, I could still tell he was unsure about coming here. After all, the previous encounter he had with my mum did not go so well, her throwing disguised insults his way all the time.

"hey love, come on in. Let's just go straight to my room, okay?" I say in reassurance, helping him realise we can avoid my mum. He slowly nods, seeing me holding my hand out, he takes it and let's me guide him in.

I quickly take him to my room, avoiding my mums presence as much as possible. I close my door behind me, and sit on the bed with him. I take a movie dvd out my drawer, and put it into my tv, watching the movie begin. he took my hand and pulled me closer, wrapping an arm around my waist and laying my head on his chest, his hand rubbing small circles on my waist as we both felt warm, watching the movie in eachothers embrace.

After the movie finished, i turned my head a little, seeing that tom had fallen asleep. Small breaths emitting from his parted lips, his arms wrapped around me comfortingly, his head resting close to my chest. I couldn't help but admire him right now.

I felt pretty thirsty, so somehow I had to go to the kitchen without waking tom up. I manoeuvred my way out of his hold as gently as I could and, somehow, I managed to without waking him up. Or so I thought.

I made my way into the kitchen, seeing my mum cooking dinner. I ignored her, because I knew if any conversation were to start, she'd somehow bring up her disliking for tom into it, so i stayed quiet. Grabbing a glass, I poured some water into it. Yet even my attempts to avoid any sort of talking with her, were not enough. "I'm telling you, he is not the one. You are blinded by his pretty looks, but does he even really lo-" I quickly cut off my mums words with my own.

"mum, can you please stop? I'm not blinded by shit, leave him the fuck alone. Can't you and me have a normal conversation without you finding a way to bring up how horrible you think he is?" I argue, not at all in the mood to hear her talking badly about him, again.

I just wish she knew what went on behind closed doors. In all, he was a genuine sweetheart and cared about me. She had no idea, and the reason being, because she had probably scared him with her quick assumptions, so now if he tried putting effort in, he would be worried it wouldn't be enough to please her, and in the end, all he wanted to do was make a good impression. However, my mum never gave him the chance.

"im never wrong, and I'm warning you here and now, he doesn't love you. He seems like the kind of man to take advantage of you. Why can't you just listen to me? I'm trying to protect you!" she argues back, but I didn't care, I was not going to let her insult him for no reason.

"what?! He would never take advantage of me, are you hearing yourself?! You have no idea what he is like because you were too quick to judge him. You've probably scared him off! You aren't trying to protect me, so don't feed me that bullshit." I scoff, my tone getting louder by the second.

Her mouth opened to say something more, but her speech was interrupted by a sigh that came from outside the kitchen. Shit.

I open my bedroom door, seeing tom lay there, his tongue playing with his lip ring, I could tell he was uneasy. "baby...? How much of it did you hear?" I sigh, disappointed in myself for letting all this pressure get to him.

His eyes flickered to me, "all of it, I got up after you left the room." he softly groaned. He suddenly sits up, speaking once more. "this is too much. I don't wanna sound rude baby I promise, but your mum is too much." he softly sighed, rubbing his temples.

"oh love..." I exhale, making my way over to him and sitting beside him. I take his hand, and hold it with both of mine, holding it just under my chin and giving it a few kisses, leaving him smiling. "I know how she can be, trust me. But just because she doesn't like you, doesn't mean I don't. I love you." I say the last part slowly, hoping it registers. But after his puzzled look and his silence, I immediately regret speaking.

"oh...! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sa-" my words are cut off by his free hand cupping my cheek, and kissing me, the kiss so clearly full of love that we can feel eachother smiling. His tongue lightly grazes my bottom lip, laying one last soft kiss on my lips before pulling back and resting our foreheads on eachothers. "I love you more, schatz." he kisses my nose, sighing contently after he spoke.

I smile widely, and kiss his cheek. "and don't worry about my mum. I want you and only you, you're perfect." I whisper, before he has a wide grin spreading across his face, pulling me close and pressing his lips onto mine.

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[mullermilkshake]

Milk for pussy cats

Yakuza!Choso x reader Tags: Yakuza AU, 80’s Japan, fluff, lots and lots of cats, cuteness overload, kittens

When you agreed to go on another date with Choso, he didn’t think that taking you to see the cats he grew up chasing.

Luckily, the majority of them weren’t in the sewer when he eventually found them. Part of him hiding what dingy doings he did just to pass the time.

That and fighting, though he was thankful that you hadn’t seen any more of his battle scars just yet, besides the one across his nose.

Chose assumed you’d run a mile when he came forward honestly with his feelings, that you would take any chance to pull away in disgust. But you didn’t.

In fact, you were far too good for him, watching the world go by and subtly slipping your soft hand into his as the sky grew darker.

There was still much you needed to heal from, losing your ex the way that you did and all that blood. Choso dreaded to think what was rushing around your brain with memories and feeling a that he just couldn’t comprehend or assist with.

But he could give you his love. He hoped that was enough and that you'd receive it with open arms when you were ready.

“It’s just down there.”

You smiled and eyed the direction of his finger. “I’m not usually a surprise type of person you know? I’m too impatient.”

“Almost there,” Choso said, taking you across the street to the nearest convenient store. “We just need something to bring with us, we can’t go empty handed.”

Your eyes widened with curiosity. “I’m guessing you won’t give me any clues?”

Choso let go of your hand and made his way to the back of the store. “I’m hoping this is a hint for you.”

A carton of milk.

"Milk?"

Choso was nervous for a moment. Would you think he was weird, or a guy who just liked to drink a carton of milk in the street? You expression did not say that at all, it was like the cogs in your brain was turning and working it all out.

You didn't give him an answer, just the cutest smile he'd ever seen. "This way, right?"

He nodded and watched you wander down past the store and towards the alley, looking close to the floor and almost tiptoeing along the brick until you were met with a corner.

"I knew it," you were grinning, crouching down before Choso even made it there. "I love cats!"

Choso let the breath he was holding, the cats were a good idea though he had many questions rolling over in his brain on the way over here because he wasn't sure if you were allergic or just hated cats.

What if this date resulted with you in the hospital over night because Choso just wasn't good enough to take you to the posh places and had you rolling about in the street with cat hair that could have hurt you.

To hear you loved them was the best case scenario.

"I'm gad you do, they're all over the city so I bring them milk and food so they don't go hungry." he didn't dare explain the extent of his relationship with these cats, growing up chasing them and giving them a home and miniature village in the sewers out of cardboard boxes.

You turned to look at him, letting one of the cats rub up against your hand absentmindedly. "You take care of them all? That's the nicest thing I think I've ever heard. They get treated so badly here, especially around the clubs and bars, it's nice to hear that someone else feels the same way I do about them."

Pulling out a dish from his pocket, Choso nodded and couldn't think of the words to produce from his lips that would not make him a fumbling idiot.

So he just poured the milk and watched the cats flock over. Ten of them meowing and stretching in the little nook away from the hustle of the street like they always did when Choso found them.

"Oh!" something had caught your attention, "look, that one has babies. They're so cute!"

Choso hadn't realised she'd had her kittens yet, "Let's give her some milk, I haven't seen her for a while, she's probably hungry."

The cat in particular was a veteran with Choso, one of the first of many that he caught with his bare hands as he was growing up. She was a quick one, clever too and loved to sit upon his lap when the nights got too cold down there in the sewer whenever Choso found himself below ground.

Like a proud father, he watched her nurse her babies and rubbed right under her chin for good luck. "Good girl."

"Thanks for this, Choso. This was a nice date."

That was good news, right? It meant you wanted to do something else with him, that was the best sign he could have hoped for.

"With everything that happened last year, I didn't think I would find someone who made me feel safe again, and you changed my mind completely."

You looked at him with such adoration, half lidded eyes with a cat snuggled on your lap. Did he appear to look at you the same way? He was most definitely looking at you like that in his heart.

Feeling safe was something Choso didn't have much to do with growing up, not until he found his brothers and Yuji to fill part of the void he was never given.

Before long, in his own trance, Choso hadn't realised that you were leaning into him and getting closer to his face. He wasn't sure how to approach it. If he turned in, it might throw you off unless you initiated what looked to be a kiss.

He could not run that risk of it not being a kiss, then you would think he was odd and run off never to see him again. So the remained still and waited for the sensation of your soft lips on his cheek.

"Thank you. I hope we can do it again soon."

If Choso had anything to do with it, he'd take you out every night.

[cookiesupplier]

Hell Ain't So Bad - Part Twenty-One

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, minor violence, swearing, cheating.

summary: Ellie was lost in the world, homeless with no idea what to do and nowhere to go.. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: Unbetaed, readers beware. Only one part left after this of Hell Ain't So Bad, and then we start A Friend Down In Hell

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @bngurngheart @cncohshit @valiantroeagleangel @blackveilomens @dominuslunae @tearfallpixie @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @notingridslurkaccount @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @jilliemiw86 @emmmm127 @laurpartyprogram

“Noah.”

Looking up at him, her breath caught in her throat, Ellie felt frozen in place.

“Ellie.”

Not BabyGirl. She remembered she’d shut him down for that. He hadn’t called her that since, not even in the messages. She’d noticed. Her heart and her head screamed two very different things, and do not ask her which one was saying which right now because for the life of her, she couldn’t tell you. One wanted to throw herself at him, right into his arms, wrap her own around him and never let go. The other wanted her to slam the door right in his face, his tired, drawn face. And he did look it, so tired, he looked a mess. Noah’s dark eyes looked dull, weary, whether of her, and of whether she’d bother to give him the time of day, or something else he’d been dealing with, she didn’t know. His hair hung limp around his face, and there were shadows forming under his eyes. This was not the Noah she knew. In a blink he could change his appearance, she knew that, but this was a Noah that didn’t seem to care. That didn’t seem to be fussed over anything, and it hurt some to see him like this. To see him beaten.

Why did it hurt? There was a part of her that was still so angry at him. How dare he make her feel like this. How dare he look at her with those eyes and make her want to crumble in her arms and beg his forgiveness for ignoring him, for sending him away, and she’d done nothing wrong!

Steeling herself, Ellie took in a deep breath as she looked up at him, with the state of him, she was almost surprised he was standing right now. He looked dead on his feet. Was he sleeping? None of the others had said anything about him doing this badly, but then again, she had refused to hear anything about him, refused to talk about him at all if she could help it. So how would they have been able to tell her anything? How would they have been able to tell her they were concerned about him or not?

“May I come in?”

He asked, his voice rough, and not in the roughness that told her she was going to be in for a wild night, wicked that would have her voice hoarse from delicious screams by morning. Still, Ellie blinked slowly and nodded slightly, accepting, he asked, he asked instead of demanding, for that she could give him time.

“I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

Offering without thinking, because, honestly, it sounded like he needed one. He sounded wrecked, and, if he was there to talk and not to knock her off. Hey, she was already dead, what more could he do to her, right? Aside from dragging her to a punishment realm, and Nicholas had already assured her she wasn’t assigned to one, then, the least she could do was make him a cup of damn tea while they talked. Find out what he had to say for himself.

Stepping aside, she let him pass her by and come into her apartment. The whole place was so very different from that first night he’d brought her home, that first night she’d drunkenly tried, and failed, to seduce him at the time. It had gone from just being a place where she just slept her nights away, considering she'd barely arrived back then, and now, this was her home. Noah had spent many a night with her here if she was honest, and yet right then, as he walked in, the way he looked, he just seemed, adrift, and it hurt her heart even more than she missed him. Less than two weeks ago, it had felt like he belonged here, about as much as the stupid fake plant Jolly had given her when all the boys had realised how easily she kept killing the ones they’d kept replacing for her housewarming present. Sure, she might keep a cactus alive, but this was one prettier! It had bright flowers, she loved the flowers.

Standing in her kitchen, she watched as he moved to sit on one of the stools at her breakfast bar, swallowing as she set the kettle to boil and prepared Noah some tea. It was Mama Ruffilo’s special blend, she made it herself. He was silent as he waited, just watching her while she moved around the kitchen until she set the cup in front of him lightly and moved to sit across from him with her own cup of tea. As he took a sip, sighing as she looked at him. Swallowing as her hands curved around her mug, trying not to think about how formal this felt now that they were sitting across from each other. Those dark eyes looked right into her like they always did though, a shiver running down her spine.

“Do you have any idea how much I have tried to beg to get this tea out of Mama Ruffilo?”

Ellie smiled slightly at the question, his voice a touch smoother, but still so rough, and tired. Noah was trying to find a way to be light-hearted, she could tell, but what was between them was weighing them both down.

“Please, she’ll practically give you anything you want, Noah Sebastian. She loves you like a son, Nicholas always spouts that she’d disown him and adopt you if her husband would let her, and you know it.”

Shaking his head a little, taking another sip of his tea slowly, easing it down his throat before speaking again. His eyes held a little mirth at her words, she wasn’t wrong, it was a running joke between him and Nicholas about his mother, however when it came to this tea, that was a different story altogether.

“Not this tea, this is her magic tea, this is her feel-good tea. She only ever gives it up when she wants to make someone feel better, or, she particularly likes someone. She hasn’t given that tea to any of us to take home, ever. Furthermore, she gives it to Nicholas for his office to calm anxious people, she makes us a cup when we visit, but lets any of us take some of it home. Never. Until you. Everyone says I’m her favourite, but I think it’s you, BabyGirl.”

Noah’s voice grew smoother, and softer as he spoke, the tea soothing his throat as it did. She tried not to react, but a tiny smile formed on her lips as he spoke of Mama Ruffilo and how protective she was of her tea, and his claim that she was her favourite. Never had she ever been anyone’s favourite before. She did know about the tea at the office, she’d been one of those that needed a little soothing, just as Nick had told her, she remembered telling his mom about her magic tea, and how it healed her cough.. She realised now that she’d known she was dead, it was a horrible reality, figuring out all the people who had hidden so much from her. Did it make her a horrible person that forgiving Mama Ruffilo was easier, though? Was it cruel to hold it against Noah? He’d been in her home, her life, her bed.. He lied to her every day.

Then her breath hitched, that tiny smile on her lips froze, and her heart clenched when she heard it, BabyGirl. She remembered him telling her how nothing could make him not want her as his BabyGirl. Taking in a sharp breath as her expression dropped, setting her mug down, she wasn’t sure calming tea was going to help her now.

“Noah, I-”

Swallowing, she didn’t know what to say to him.

“Listen, Ellie, I would have told you if I-”

“Don’t.”

Her eyes closed quickly as she stood back from the bar and shook her head, no.

“I don’t want to hear you tell me excuses, about how you would have told me if you could have. Noah, you could have. You chose not to. You lied to me, Noah, you started a relationship with me knowing you were lying to me, the entire time.”

Ellie couldn’t help the way the words were flowing when she started talking now, almost ranting at him. Noah’s dark eyes pained as he regarded her, he hated that she thought that they got involved as they did, and how he felt about her, and all she could think about was that he lied to her. He knew why, he knew... And it was killing him.

“I’m not-”

She just kept going, cutting him off as he tried to talk.

“And don’t you dare try to say we weren’t properly dating, because I was stupid enough to keep telling myself that again and again, that we were just hooking up, and just hanging out every time you came over to spend time with me. That we were only enjoying ourselves, nothing more. Even if we never said the words specifically, even if we never actually called them what they were, we’ve been dating for months. You’ve been lying to me for months.”

Standing from the breakfast bar, Noah’s voice was forceful as it cut through her little tirade, but he had no choice as it was the only way to get her to hear him as her words just kept steamrolling forward. “Goddammit, Ellie, I’m not Jeremy!”

He couldn’t stand it anymore, he couldn’t stand her accusing him like that, she wasn’t saying it, but she was comparing him to that bastard, he could feel it, every time she talked about their relationship, talked about him lying.

“Yes, I lied, I should have told you, but I didn’t, because, I love you BabyGirl. After our talk, I was trying to convince Nick to tell you, I was going to enlist his Mama if I had to, to get him on board, but I was not going to back down. I didn’t care if I was going to get busted down to the lowest of ranks, I would have done it.”

Ellie glared a little at how aggressively he spoke about Jeremy, she knew he wasn’t, didn’t she? She went to yell at him, how dare he assume to know what she was thinking when he kept going, and suddenly she was completely floored with what he was saying to her.

Watching him, completely silent, a bit dumbfounded actually as he paced back and forth, ranting about how he was going to push Nicholas to finally agree to tell her if it was the last thing he did. Hearing that he couldn’t stand holding back from her anymore, that the night before she found out had almost broken him, but his best friend, his brother, it was his job that was on the line, and betraying him was…

Hearing Noah’s voice crack at the word betrayal had Ellie finding her voice, finally, not just because it was finally dawning on her just how much turmoil Noah must have been dealing with, going in circles dealing with his loyalty to Nicholas, and how much guilt he had with how he’d treated her.. But also her feelings about what he’d said..

“You love me?”

Her voice was so quiet, that the words were barely breathed out. She felt so small. He’d never said it, and she knew she hadn’t either, not until, not until she’d admittedly thrown it in his face that she’d fallen in love with another liar.

Despite how soft her voice was, even with his ranting, Noah heard them, how could he not? Of course, he fucking heard them, this was Ellie, this was BabyGirl, he’d been dying to get her to talk to him all week, and hearing her utter anything at all, and he’d hear it. No matter how painful. Yes, her questioning whether he loved her, was painful, because, did she not know?

No, he hadn’t admitted how he felt, that was something Noah had struggled with since he was young, and he always had, he’d lost so many people in his life, that telling someone how he felt came with actions, over words. He showed them how he felt. Which, is kind of why he tended to round up all the people who hurt everyone he loved and tortured them to wit's end. It was safe to say, that Carla, Jeremy and Gia had truly been enduring so much pain and suffering at Noah’s hands this past week. It wasn’t his wrath that was justly earned, however, his pain that had been poured into their suffering, which just made it all the more potent as far as he was concerned.

Noah moved around the island bar and shifted to stand before her, his hands moving to cup her face in his hands.

“Ellie, BabyGirl, of course, I love you. If you’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

His forehead leaned down to hers softly, she shuddered softly, tears glistening in her eyes as she smiled slowly,

“I love you too, you, idiot.”

Thankfully he was already leaning down to press his forehead to herself so it wasn’t hard to bring her lips to his with a kiss. She hadn’t told anyone she loved them properly since, since… Jeremy. Ellie hadn’t dared trust herself to do such a thing, because the thought of that kind of betrayal…

Her heart clenched thinking about loving someone who would use her, and lie to her, and yet, seeing the pain and anguish in Noah’s eyes with the fact he’d been living with the reality, she’d been comparing them.

And she had, hadn’t she?

It made her feel sick.

That this man, this man that had been willing to try and force the hand of the closest person to him in the world, his brother, for her. No, not a man, a demon, who could torture, main, and kill, all manner of beings in ways she could only imagine, and he had been talking about plotting against Nicholas, because that was what he’d been saying in no uncertain terms with that little rant just now. His words were coming out in a jumbled mess as he paced along the breakfast bar, but they had been there. Looking up at him now, her hands resting on his biceps, fingers squeezing lightly as she smiled.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, BabyGirl, but I couldn’t stand the thought of, okay, still having been lying to you when I did.”

She laughed at that, tears in her eye, fuck, why was she crying, her cheeks were wet and Noah was kissing them now, brushing her tears away with his lips. Sighing when she got another good look at him though, shaking her head, she might be in tears, but he looked, damn he still looked like he was barely able to stand up on his feet, how was he still standing right now?

“Come on, Mister, you look like you are about to fall asleep on your feet! What you have been doing all week??”

Starting to guide Noah towards her room, he really did need to sleep, he looked dead tired, and she was the one who was honestly dead.

“I’ve been playing with my new pets, three of them, it's been cathartic to make them scream.”

Oh, oh, she could bet what their names were too, Carla, Jeremy, and Gia.

As she got him into her room, and into her bed, wrapping him up into her blanket, he managed to convince her to join him, she did, wrapped up with him, cuddles, nothing more, he needed sleep. Sure, he could magic himself to look normal, but he’d still be exhausted, and she wouldn’t believe him for a second until she’d seen him sleep with her own two eyes. Her head on his cheek, hearing his heartbeat start to lull,

“Ellie?”

“Mmm, yeah?”

“M’not Mister.”

“No?”

“I’m the fucking king.”

Giggling as she remembered one of his lines at the music show, yes, yes he was.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Villain's Coffee Shop part 13

Warnings: none, really, this one's mostly passive

Three days passed. Three days of waffling, of thinking it over again and again.

Hero was giving him the chance to save lives with his powers, instead of take them. Despite the dark nature of his particular gifts. He was so indecisive and uncertain it was driving him crazy. There was a reason he was Villain - and it was because the world had rejected him. Did he really want to open himself up to potentially getting hurt again?

But... if there was even a slight chance...

Villain downed the last of his fifth cup of coffee for the day, and it wasn't even noon yet. It was the weekend, and his shop was closed. Giving him plenty of time to get lost in his thoughts, to weigh the pros and cons of taking up Hero's offer. Of giving this whole 'being a hero' thing a try.

He felt a little guilty remembering how he'd hurt Hero recently when the control over his powers had slipped. Would she even want him to join the hero team after that? He hoped he hadn't scared her too badly with his flashy show of power during their last encounter.

Villain jumped and turned at hearing something clatter to the floor and saw Mocha hop off one of the counters to land with a light thump next to the phone he'd knocked off it. He rolled his eyes with a laugh and walked over, petting Mocha on the head before scooping up his fallen phone.

"Yeah, yeah, I know I'm procrastinating,'" he sighed affectionately, and scooped the scruffy cat up in his free hand, helping Mocha climb to perch on his shoulders, draped across the back of his neck like a purring scarf. It was his favorite spot to lounge while Villain worked when there weren't customers around. It kept him out of the way and freed Villain's hands up to work, while Mocha was still able to get what he wanted too -- to stay near his owner at all times.

Villain waited until Mocha had settled down around his neck before unlocking his phone and going to type in a phone number. He hesitated with a finger hovering over the call button, chewing his lip. "What do you say, Mocha? Should I do it?"

Mocha booped his cheek with a wet nose, and Villain smiled.

"All right, guess I'm trying something new…”

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The call went surprisingly well, and Hero spoke as if nothing had happened between them -- as if Villain hadn't attacked her in his own coffee shop when she'd come to speak with him about the job offer.

But eventually, the meeting point was set. Villain half-suspected it might be a trap, so he made sure to be cautious when he arrived, in full civilian clothes. He wasn't wearing any facial-molding makeup -- scars out on full display. He wouldn't waste time with an organization that wouldn't accept him for who he was, hideous face and all. And he brought Mocha with him. The clever cat went practically everywhere with him, anytime he wasn't on-duty fighting heroes in the streets. This was no exception.

Mocha was also a frighteningly good judge of character, so it was convenient to bring him as a test to check out whoever his future employer was going to be. Villain would be able to tell from how Mocha reacted alone if someone had bad intentions. And he wouldn't associate himself with those who would judge a three-legged cat anyway.

Hero was already waiting for him when he arrived, standing outside a tall building Villain knew belonged to Agency. Being so close to the enemy's headquarters put him on-edge, but he firmly reminded himself that he was here to play nice.

Villain glanced briefly at Hero's wrist, which was wrapped in medical dressings.

"Still not healed?" Villain commented as he approached behind her.

Hero whipped around, startled, then relaxed at seeing who it was. She rubbed her arm sheepishly, glaring. "You fractured my wrist, jerk. Of course it's not healed yet," she spat.

"I suppose I do deserve that," Villain muttered.

Hero arched an eyebrow, glancing down at the black cat sitting next to him. "You... brought your cat?" She questioned.

Villain didn't bat an eye when he answered. "Yes. I did."

Hero's nose wrinkled in confusion, but she didn't argue with it, spinning around and gesturing beckoningly to him. "Come with me, I'll show you to the office you'll be interviewed in."

Villain strode after her, Mocha trotting next to him like a dog. Such a clingy little creature. But they shared a close bond, so it made sense that wherever Villain was, his cat could be found too.

Hero took them up an elevator to the fifth story, leading the way until they reached a large, empty office. There were two chairs on one side of a desk in the middle, and one chair on the other. Villain took a seat, and Mocha immediately hopped up into his lap. Hero took the chair next to him.

“My boss should arrive shortly,” she announced reassuringly.

⏪️ Back Next ⏩️

Masterlist

@scoundrelwithboba @lumpofsand @isikedmyself878 @iamheretohurt @fleur-a-whump

@ay5ksal @otterfrost @sausages-things @togzy

@whump-till-ya-jump @cravesunconditionallove @whumpwritinglover222

@federthenotsogreat @everynameistakencarrots

[dear-theodosia22]

For @overthemoons7 a dorlene short fic

Do You Love Me Still?

Marlene didn't know if she still had time to confess,to tell her she cares

Marlene has always been told she's rather dense, slow on the uptake if you will. But now she feels really stupid because it's been staring at her for ages now

Marlene needed to see her so badly

She saw a flash of gold beaded hair turning the corner, and she latched on to that like a dog who just got a fresh bone.

She ran towards the corner only to run into a wall , wait scratch that a person, who by the smell of it was pretty damn smelly.

James Potter

"Marlene! I didn't see you at practice today? Where were you?" James asked, puzzled that Marlene would miss something that's so important to her.

"Looking for someone, and I'm still looking" Marlene replied, her eyes darting to every flash of green she saw.

"Who ya looking for?"

"Dorcas"

"Hmm... Think I saw her with Reg when-"

Marlene didn't give James time to finish because she was already gone by the time he said Reg, calling out a quick "Thanks!"

She knew where she was at, she was always there when she was with the youngest Black.

She entered the courtyard, panting and face red. But her eyes went to scan the area zeroing in on her.

She fixed her messy blonde locks, a bit frizzy from all the sweat.

She slowly walked up to her, because even though she was trying to find her all day, she was nervous.

The youngest Black's eyes immediately latched on to her. His eyes were confused at first, then curious, and then finally realization finally dawned on him.

"Excuse me Cas, it's come to my attention that a certain buffoon and I have made plans. Goodbye" The youngest Black, said before getting up and leaving.

"You know you don't have to call your boyfriend that-" Dorcas grinned before her eyes fell on Marlene

Her grin faded into a frown, "Marlene? What're you doing here?"

"I.. wanted to tell you something"

"What is it?"

"I understand now, the letters, the trips to Hogsmeade, and the whole shabang"

"You didn't before?"

"No, I didn't" Marlene paused, to take a breath before continuing "I understand that you thought for almost an entire half an year we were dating"

"Oh.." Dorcas' voice sounded so heartbroken it was hurting Marlene just hearing it.

"I understand... Sorry that I assumed"

"No! Wait listen, please.."

"Okay"

"For the longest time I've always known I liked girls, and it wasn't a secret I tried to hide" Marlene didn't know where to start so she began where she knew best.

" I always viewed you as a friend who I cared a lot for,"

"Cared? As in past-tense?"

"No- wait yes... I mean kinda"

"Just spit it out then" Dorcas' voice rang across the empty courtyard.

"I love you, and I know it took me a while but I do. Do you love me still?" Marlene said as she held her breath scared of the answer.

It was quiet for some time and Marlene began to feel heartbroken

"I do, I do, I do" Dorcas whispered, so quietly it was hard for Marlene to make sure she heard her right.

Marlene was so happy she leaned to kiss Dorcas on the lips, just a small peck of course, they just confessed their love she could wait for something deeper.

"I hope you say that another time for me" Marlene grinned, eyes crinkling at how wide the smile was.

Love was always something joyful to express, for Marlene, she always had joyful experiences with the word love.

And now, with the girl she loves tucked into her there's nowhere she'd rather be.

[swiftsdelucaa]

 Hi, can you do a meredith grey x reader where meredith can’t decide who to pick between reader and Derek. Then she makes her decision once she sees her come into the hospital after she gets injured? Please?

❛ 𝑰 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Meredith Grey x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Sorry for the wait 🙏This was a good idea anyway anon, I hope you'll enjoy this!!

Even though your relationship didn't last long, this girl could make you feel so damn good. Meredith Gray is one of those people you never wanted to lose.

Everything seemed to be fine, but then... he came along. Derek Shepherd, one of the world's most famous neurosurgeons who would come to work in the same hospital as you. Well that's great. But beyond that he was also Meredith's ex-boyfriend, and since he'd arrived she'd gotten weird.

She had begun to behave differently with you, and when you found out why you immediately felt like a useless object. Did she still love him?

Herself had declared that she didn't know. She said that it had been one of her most important relationships to her, and that ending it had been so hard. And she was probably retrying everything right now. You didn't even know if still believe her when she told you to care about you.

Sometimes meetings between you, Meredith and Derek happened so embarrassing that you would want to disappear from the whole world. More you got to know him, more he just seemed like an asshole, you had no idea how could Meredith fell for someone like that.

Since she didn't intend to do anything to change the situation you decided to walk away from her. She seemed to have noticed it, so when she saw you she often tended to follow you to try to talk to you, and you couldn't take it anymore.

"Y/n, please, wait!" you heard her voice coming from behind you as you went down the stairs.

"What do you still want to me?" you addressed her in a rather annoyed tone.

"Y/n, I really care about you, you must believe me, but-"

"But what?" you interrupted her. "Meredith, I'm the last person in the world who's going to tell you what to do and stop you from being happy. If being with Derek is what you want, go. I'm not going to stay here and wait forever for a person who doesn't even know what wants and playing with other people's feelings. I knew what I wanted, and it was just to be with you, but sadly it doesn't always go as hoped..." you could see the tears in her eyes before you could walk away. As difficult as it's been, it was the only solution, but it hurt you badly.

From that moment the only thing you waited for was the end of the day to go home. You would have sat on the sofa and started drinking to forget all this crap.

You left the hospital, went to your car and you've gone. You were just calmly continuing on your way, the sun was bothering your eyesight, so you reached over to get to your bag and get your sunglasses, but you just dropped everything. You huffed and turned for a moment to gather everything up, sorted yourself out, and immediately you saw the car in front of you stopped. You pressed your foot quickly on the brake, but since you would never be able to stop in time you swerved sharply. You couldn't even see where you had crashed as you hit your head for the impact, and after that you didn't remember anything.

When you woke up you were so confused, everyone was around your stretcher. You wanted to try to say something, but you felt like you didn't quite have the strength.

You were hearing them talk about a possible concussion, when all of a sudden you started getting severe pain in your abdomen, and everyone leaned over having heard you moan.

"Possible internal bleeding, let's take her to the operating room, right now!" they began to take you away, while you still looked around and the pain took over. Then you saw her, Meredith. She seemed to freeze completely at the sight of you like this. But it was certainly not the right time to think about this.

The surgery had gone well fortunately, now you were alone in a depressing room to say the least. You felt your head pounding, but at least the rest of the pain was under control.

"Y/n" you turned to see Meredith near the edge of the door. "Can I enter please?" there was nothing you could do to stop her being stuck in a hospital bed, so you just nodded.

"How are you?" she sat next to you.

"I've been better..."

"I'm so sorry" her gaze was sad.

"Well it's my fault, I got distracted for a second..."

A strange atmosphere had formed in the room, accompanied by an awkward silence.

"Y/n, I- I've never been really good with new experiences..."

"Meredith, we don't have to talk about it now-"

"No, please listen to me. I've never been good with it, and for me with Derek it's been very important. But there's nothing between us anymore, and knowing you it's been one of the best thing until now. I want you with me, I chose you, and I'll always choose you" these words lit up your face and your mind, almost making you feel better. You flashed her a big smile and she shook your hand.

"If I knew it would take an accident to make you say it, then I would have done it long ago" you both laughed.

"Shut up!" she looked at you smiling and gave you a little kiss on your forehead.

[shurisbathwater]

--𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄; Riri Williams.

But my third eye is going blind,

I'm unaligned with my body and mind

It's playing tricks, I say I'm fine

But really, It's hurting me deep inside.

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|| you have been in love with Riri Williams for a while now, but she can't seem to open her eyes to see that. She starts to experiment and see others -- which you have to hide your hurt.

A/n : yall i loveeee this song so much you don't understand, so I thought why not make it into a lil fic?

Tags : @verachii @shurislover @shuriszn @lunax0654 @6-noir @icespiceluva

Angst. Emotional, but yall are not ready for the next one.

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Airplane mode -- limbo . ☆

YOU BOUNCED YOUR KNEE up and down as you waited for Riri's text,maybe call..? she had went on a date with some guy on tinder. The name rolled off her tounge whenever she said it.

You had hoped , desperately hoped it went wrong. Truth is, Riri has been your first love for years now..and yet she still hasn't noticed.

You were too shy to make a move, and you were worried that your friendship would end if you slipped up--which you didnt want. Even if she didn't like you back, you still loved her and wanted her in your life.

Cause I been dreaming about you, oooh

I've been wishing that I was next to you, oooh

I've been dreaming of us, oooh

I've been thinking that this is not a need or a must, but....

You sighed shakily as you switched your phone on and checked your messages.

Riri : you home?

Riri : nvm I'm already here haha

You then hear a knock on the door and you get up from your couch to answer it. Its Riri, of course. You thought it would be. "The date went great!" She squeals as she makes herself comfortable in your apartment.

You smile sadly and choke back tears. "Thats amazing." You say as you go to your kitchen to grab a cold water from your fridge, your back to her.

You gulp it down, just to stop the tears and your shaky nerves. "You thinking of seeing him again?" You give her a tight lipped smile and take a seat next to her.

"Yeah.." she lays her head on your shoulder and stares at the TV.

Gosh, you loved when she did that.

"He just like..has the same interests that I do, and he's exactly my type..and I just feel like.."

"-he's the match for you?" You finish her sentence. She nods slowly as looks up at you with her doe eyes.

"I love you, y/n."

Your heart thumps as you try to muster up some words to say. "You love me?" You say as you nibble your lip.

"Of course I love you, you're my best friend."

Oh.

"Yeah...I..love you too." You say, giving her a shaky smile, blinking back tears once again.

Fuck. You really thought. Why would you expect that? Your dream was just a dream. And nothing could even change that. Gosh, you felt stupid--thinking she'd feel the same way. Why couldn't you just stop loving her?

I'm sorry, baby

Please puppy

I'm trying to be ultra mega happy

And show you my smile

And send you my feelings,

And fuck it is so hard

Being so damn far....

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YOU HAD BEEN avoiding Riri for a while now as you knew your feelings were about to be hurt, badly. Truth is, you need to move on too. She'd never see you in that way. Not even a small chance.

Riri wasn't in for it though, she bombarded you with messages day and night. She'd make plans, you'd decline any chance you'd get.

Until today -- when she decided to pound on your door at three in the morning. "Y/n, open this door!" A faint voice said as you heard knocking.

Damn, you fell asleep on the couch. Cold, uneaten popcorn sat on your coffee table and your 90's sitcom paused. You rub your eyes and get up to see who it is.

Riri. You can't get yourself out of this one. You open the door, leaving the chain locked. "I know you've been avoiding me." She says, you scan her outfit, some sweats, a black crop top and her hair in a satin scarf--tied.

"Why y/n?" You open the chain and she waltzes in. "Did i say something wrong? Did I offend you -- I'm sorry I got caught up and --"

I've been waiting on you, ooh

I've been waiting for you to tell me those three words too cause

I been hoping its true, ooh

"No..its..maybe its better you don't know. I dont want to ruin our friendship and I dont want to make it awkward." You let out a sharp exhale as you avoid eye contact.

"Cmon..we're 4lifers right? You can tell me anything and you know that." She says reassuringly.

"Fuck it..im in love with you Riri, I have been for a while now. I understand if you dont want to be friends because I ruin everything like I always do and you'd never see me that way and I'm sorry..." you say as a tear rolls down your cheek.

"Shit." You quickly wipe your face before she can notice.

"I didnt know you'd see me in that way.."

"And you're moving on and I have to act like I'm okay with it when I'm really not, it kills me day by day." Your voice cracks. "Sorry, I'm being so dramatic right now..you can go.." you muttered. You open the door for her.

"Y/n..I-"

"Please leave." She looks at you with sad eyes and walks through the door. You lock the door behind you and sit on the couch and just sob.

Full on sob.

You just ruined everything.

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YOUR PHONE BUZZED once again, of course it was Riri, she had been blowing your phone up for a while now, and all you could do was avoid because you didn't know what to say. You eyed your phone sadly as you watched it vibrate.

Riri : y/n let's talk please

Riri : we need to talk.

You blink back tears as you scroll through the endless messages..feeling embarrassed. You suddenly click on the settings button and put your phone on airplane mode. Flipping it over, and looking for something else to focus on.

Airplane mode.

[that-tmr-girl]

The Rules {Part 1}

Despite being broken up you and Aris are still more than comfortable with each other.

Oral

I already know what everyone would say if they knew about us. How it's a bad idea and we'll get hurt. How it would only end in feelings and disaster. How we'll both just be worse off than before. How history will only repeat itself.

But what's the alternative? I can't just go around taking every girl's virginity, and there aren’t exactly any other guys coming anytime soon. Besides, even if there was, they wouldn't know her the way I do. They wouldn't know the right way to touch her, where to be soft, how fast to go, and all the things she adores but won't ask for. And nobody else could be her. Nobody could make her sounds, taste like her, feel like her, look like her. Nobody could ever be her.

And now, nobody needs to be.

Brushing her hair out of her face, I whispered in her ear, listening to her laugh as I pulled away. Holding back a smile, I put my fingers to my lips as she gave me a nod, her lips still upturned in her pretty grin.

Taking in her features for a moment, I averted my gaze when I felt it become too much. Kissing down her stomach, I made sure not to look her in the eye as I trailed my lips against her soft skin before coming to her pants. Pulling everything off, I looked up at her for permission which she granted.

Accepting her answer, I licked up a teasing stripe up her middle. Giving me a whine, she clutched the sheets as I slowly pleasured her with my mouth. Not that it matters. She'd be pulling my hair soon enough.

Pressing a kiss to her clit, I gripped her thighs as I started plunging my tongue in and out. Arching her back, she let out small whimpers as I increased my pace just enough. Sure enough, her hands made my way to my head as she started tangling her hands in my hair. Moaning inside of her, I heard her grow just a little louder as she repeated my name through ragged breaths. Pretending that didn't kill me, I tuned out her sounds as I felt the way her legs started shaking. With her grip on my hair tightening, I kept her legs spread as she pushed her hips further into my mouth one last time before letting go. Keeping my mouth open, I got everything I could from her, savoring her white liquids on my tongue before swallowing them. Pulling away, I traced my tongue on her inner thighs just to be safe, feeling her cum warm my throat. Licking my lips, I got the rest of her before opening my eyes to see her out of breath with a dazed smile. Resisting the urge to call her my sweet girl, my beautiful girl, my love, my princess, I didn't say anything as I caressed her cheek.

“Need you, Aris,”She said through heavy breaths. And I need her too. Just not only in that way.

Pushing the thought down, I straddled her and aligned myself with her entrance before asking if she was ready. When she said yes, I slowly pushed into her. Hearing her moan my name, I closed my eyes to stop the tears as I tried to savor being inside of her. Holding her waist, I fit myself all the way in before holding still so that she could adjust. Holding back grunts, I didn't think anything of the way I kept my hands on her. Not until I felt her start to shake a little too much. I looked at her only to see little tears in her eyes. Pulling out and leaning over her, I was quick to wipe them and ask what happened.

“You’ve never held on that tight,”She managed to say through ragged breaths. Looking down, I saw the dark handprints, soon to be bruises I left on her, and she was never good with pain. Her tolerance was admittedly low so what could be so minor to some hurt so badly to her.

“I’m so sorry. I’m really, really sorry,”I promised, praying that she knew that I always only wanted to be gentle with her. With her body, with her mind, and with her heart. Hoping that she knew I didn't do it on purpose and never would. Silently pleading to myself that this wouldn't be our last night like this.

Being light, I ran my fingers over the bruises to try and soothe her. All the while, repeating my apology.

Feeling the way she seemed less tense, I pressed my lips to every single print before gazing up at her. While her tears had stopped falling, she just looked out of it. With a quiet yawn, I got my answer as to why. She was tired. Really tired.

“Is there anything you need from me?”I asked, still tracing my fingers on the bruises.

“Stay?”She whispered.

“Of course. I always-”

“No. Next to me. Stay next to me,”She clarified.

The rules. This was definitely against the rules.

But I don't care. I had missed her. Really, really missed her, and even if I didn't mean to, I had just hurt her. The rules can fuck off for one night.

Like I used to, I slipped her underwear back on, being extra cautious this time, before putting her in one of my hoodies. Only bothering with my boxers, I put the blanket over her before pulling her close. She seemed to lean into my touch as I pressed a kiss to her neck. Wrapping my arms around her, she intertwined our legs as she held me back.

This was breaking the rules. So many of them.

But I couldn't care less. Whether I said it or not, it was true. I had never fallen out of love with her.

[midnightlizard]

How would Nia Nal react to her little brother getting hurt on a mission?

You're my responsability

Nia Nal & brother!reader

Warnings: nothing

Word count: 1.3k

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oh she'd be furious, livid even

The only words that came out of her mouth every time you got hurt were cuss words and harsh remarks.

When it comes to a small cut or a superficial bruise you could get away with a simple scolding and a slap of the wrist.

But whenever it was something serious - which in Nia's terms could mean a broken bone - she would become insufferable, snapping at everyone who dares mentioning the mission for the following days.

One could say things got a lot better after a long and difficult conversation between her and Alex, you don't know what really went down in the office the day you heard your sister shouting at the redhead, or rather with the redhead, you just noticed a much deeper bond between the two. Having more things in common than you think.

However, things were still tense with you, you tried to be patient because you knew she was just worried about you.

But sometimes she really didn't think the effect her words could have on you.

This time you got hurt. Badly. It wasn't life-treathning or anything, it just looked bad on the outside and felt worse on the inside. You'll manage, you've suffered worse things in your life.

In the week that you spent in the DEO recory room, your sister never came to check up on you. You could see her walking past the glass door time and time again. Sometimes she was wearing her suit and was clearly in a hurry, and sometime she was wearing her normal clothes, walking with someone. They would greet you with a smile and a small wave, while the only interaction you got from Nia was a quick glance towards you, before she lowered her head to look at the ground.

So much for worry.

When Alex said you could finally be dismessed you didn't know how to feel, you were obviously happy to get back to your normal life, but the mere though of having to interact with Nia - even though she was the one avoiding you in the first place - almost made you nauseous.

Alex could see the battle in your mind displayed in the crease of your eyebrows, and decided to speak up softly "You know she cares about you, right?"

You sighed "I know" you knew better than to judge your sister on a simple, very hurtful, very confusing behaviour "I just don't get all that anger towards me, I might have made a mistake but the mission was still a success"

"She's didn't ignore you out of anger, (Y/N)" you scoffed at that.

"Then why would she?" you slightly raised your voice, thanfully Alex didn't take it to heart.

She offered you a kind smile, this all situation reminding her of when Kara first revealed herself to the world "I can't tell you that, what I can tell you is that you should give Nia a chance to explain herself"

You kept replaying Alex's words in your head as your leaned your elbows on the balcony of the DEO. It was nithtime by now and the chilly air was sneaking through you light shirt hitting you warm chest. You preferred this rather than the costant tempersture of the hospital room. And the sunset was a sight to behold from this height.

"You shouldn't be out here without a jacket, you could catch a cold"

You turned around at the sound of her voice, slightly limping as you did so. You crossed you arms over your chest. She must have seen you shiver a moment ago. "As if you care"

"Of course I do" she admitted quietly, wounded by your assumption. Nia tried looking into your eyes but your hard gaze only made her lower her head once again.

Then it came. The question Nia was dreading to hear - "Then why have you been ignoring me all week?" - but one she knew she had to answer nonetheless.

"I wanted to, I really did" she began fiddling with her fingers, her eyes moving around, not daring to reach your own. This was the first time you saw her more insecure than angry. "But every time I thought about coming into your room, looking at your wounds would have brought me back to that night. And how it could have gone differently-"

"oh my god would you drop it already?" the brunette was taken aback by your outburst "you need to stop lecturing me about every single mistake i make!"

"what are you talking about?" she stammered out.

"ever since I started using my powers you have tried to stop me, I just want to help people like you but you won't let me!"

"I'm not trying to stop you!" she started screaming too now "you're my little brother, I'm trying to protect you"

You took a big breath when you saw Nia having a hard time finding words and handing them to you in a way you would understand. And screaming at each other was definetly not going to help.

You leaned back against the balcony behind you. Standing was starting to hurt but you were not planning on telling your stupidly over-protective sister that. "Look, I know what I signed up for when i started working for the DEO. I knew the risks but I still decided to take the job because helping people with my gift is what I want to do. I'm sure you can understand that. I'm not a kid anymore, you can't keep me under your wing forever"

She took a glance at the dark sky, trying to blink her tears away so her words woulnd't come out in big hiccups. "I know that, I really do" she inhaled sharply.

Had you not been holding onto the railing for dear life, you would have gone up to her and gave her your hands to play with. Something you always used to do whenever she was a little kid scared of her real self. Or a grown woman worried about her gift.

"I don't want to stop you. I just- You'd think I would be able to predict whenever my family is about to get hurt. But I never do." She finished with a shrug, gesturing to the bandages still decorating your body.

Then it hit you. You never actually saw past the facade. You always thought all her anger was a mask to her worry, that it was fake.

But it was very real, you were just not the target.

"I never expect for you to save me, you know that right?" You spoke in a much softer voice.

You carefully strided across the room, noticing Nia's gaze stuck on your limping. Once you were in front of her she reached her arms out to grasp yours to offer stability, which you gladly accepted.

"And neither should you. Your gift is to help civilians and save the city. Your little brother can take care of himself"

Lifting her head, the brunette mirrored your smile, finding comfort in the warmth of your skin under her hands.

"I'm always going to be worried about you"

"And that's fine, I'm worried about you too" your hands coming up to caress her shoulders "You could just, stop being a bitch every time I get hurt"

The hand resting on your arm became a punch and she rolled her eyes "and you could stop getting hurt every time"

"Oh come on you know damn well I don't"

After the laughter died down on both parts Nia tugged on your slevee "come on, let's go home. You're staying at my apartment tonight"

You followed her inside, surrounded by a much warmer environment. You knew the two of you had still some things to work out, Nia wasn't going to suddenly stop feeling at fault every time something happened to you, but now you could be on her side, and not on the other side of the battlefield.

Nia Nal Masterlist - Supergirl Masterlist

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[cheshireegray]

☆。I know I haven’t been on here in the longest time, but I’m sorta back so here’s a Klaroline one shot as an apology. Please don’t hate me 🫣

𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑰𝑺𝑵𝑻 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑿

ＳＥＲＩＥＳ ＯＮＥ： ＫＬＡＲＯＬＩＮＥ

𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗔𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗦

&

𝗛𝗬𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗗 𝗞𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗦 𝗠𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗢𝗡

"Okay favorite color?" Her voice was light and airy as she called the next question. Klaus leans behind her combing his slender fingers through her bouncy water curls. Humming softly to an older classical singer he favored.

His young blonde turns her head a little to retrieve his attention again—-not that she ever lost it, but he hadn't answered quickly like her last few turns.

The original chuckles lightly and kisses her hair, "that one's easy, it's yellow."

Caroline shakes her head but hums when he massages her scalp with his firm hands. She lets her body sink deeper into his spread legs, feeling her hands wave and sway with the bathtub water. Klaus's finger graze the tip of her temple before he pulls them back lightly.

"What was my youngest brother's name?"

The question itself didn't float around so hotly or discomforted as it once did in the first year of their relationship. At first he wouldn't answer any questions that she'd asked—-involving his past sibling. Always reminding how she didn't need to dig into something he'd never cared to talk about, which caused arguments and very emotional tears. 

That was then though. 

He hears her heart pump slightly more, a known excitement coursing through her delicate skin. He knew how much she enjoyed talking about 'the Viking days' with him. Always finding deep enjoyment in his stories of how he once lived his very old and tedious life. 

"I personally love calling him Henry, but his name was Henrik." Her head tilts with a speckle of sass in her tone, knowing he'd be smirking behind her. It was true Caroline loved calling Henrik—-Henry or little hen, saying if he was still alive they'd be best friends. Making bracelets, playing with their magic, still remaining their fragile human selves,  and playing innocent jokes on the rest of his dysfunctional family. 

Klaus smirks--as she'd known. Thinking about how much a simple human girl could shift his dark and immortal life. So much of him he'd thought had died along with the his last human heart beat, she'd pulled out of his cold blocked off heart. 

He continued to wonder where she'd been when he was human and begging to find a love such as the kind they'd experienced currently. Well of course he knew that she wasn't even a seedling when he was flesh and fragile skinned, but it never hurt to question. 

The still hot bathtub water waves against her shifting to lean her head back toward his bare chest. Humming when his hands wrap to cover her bare---soft skin, pulling her closer in between his legs. 

Klaus leans down to plant sweet lipped touches across her next, slowly tasting the salty taste of the lavender bubble bath. Nobody would or could ever understand his affection for the short blonde that leaned up against his chest in a fathomable way. 

None could understand how badly he breathed her oxygen, ingesting the sweet tangling smell of her everything. Klaus had always lived to be the eternal bachelor, until the day she'd run into him while he was walking through the wood in mystic falls. Trying to plot ways to get the doppelganger to break his curse. 

He remembered how she criticized him on being a weirdo for walking in the woods at nearly  eleven at night. Her hair had been  wet from the lake that she'd been taking a late night swim in, speckles falling down her neck, just above the beating line that pumped the invigorating liquid he'd feasted upon only hours before from a bystander. 

It was like his heart skipped the centuries worth of beats it had over the thousand years. Watching her chest rise and fall ever so gently as she breathed in the thing he'd no longer needed. Caroline had been the first breath he'd breathed since before the sword went right into his heart. 

That was the night he'd felt a crack run down the barrier of his heart when she'd smiled at him after he walked her up the white boarded porch of her mother's old home. Klaus had fallen quicker than he'd ever felt one could fall. 

He trails his lips up her soft baby like skin, towards the under bone of her neck that connected to her ear. Nibbling at the skin there, then planting a tender kiss against the never there mark. 

"Your turn, sweetheart," his voice whispers, listening to her barley sounded hum in return. 

Caroline sighs gently, "What's my middle name?" 

He doesn't ponder on the thought, she'd known that he knew every simple detail about her. Including the cloud shaped birthmark that was underneath her left breast, or the star tattoo that resided on her right ankle.  

Truth was she loved hearing him say it, regardless if it was when they would disagree on something and he'd bluntly burst out the name to grab her attention in a less physical manner. Or when he'd say if she was testing his patients in the most loving---but childish ways. 

"Elizabeth." 

Her body tingled in the most deliciously delicate ways. Hearing each syllable fall from his fine wined lips, having the feeling of being held by the most dangerous man to walk among the world. The power that came with his detailed and vibrant accent every each of words he'd spoken to her, but the name---oh the name, it made her want to bury herself underneath the tongue in which he'd used it. 

Nothing ever made a name so simple as Elizabeth could ever sound so special, so tender, so earnest, as Klaus saying it in the presence of her finely pierced ears. Caroline had imagined living her life until age's of normal humans came to take her away, a astounding journalism career, a husband she'd met by an accidental bump in a supermarket, marriage, two beautiful children--maybe even a dog, and the love that followed with the wish. 

But being with an immortal hybrid who'd burn down the world for a scratch against her peach colored skin, for a wrong head turn to curse profanities against her clear mind, or even the simplest of coffee mistakes. A man who breathed in her skin, her eyes, her soul, it was all so delicate. 

So alluring and fictional, she'd be with him until the universe said 'no mas'. Till her old timed out coral blue eyes seen nothing but bur without a pair of reading glasses, and he still looked like the gorgeous man he timelessly was. 

simply perfection, in both senses of mind.

[fizzingwizard]

Something else I love about Moomins...

When I was a kid, like nine or ten years old, I had a book called What Kay Did. In the book, Katy is a selfish and mean young girl, who falls off a swing and I think breaks her back or something. As a result, she can't walk, and is cooped up inside and miserable. Little by little, she learns how her nasty behavior made her siblings afraid of her and not want to be with her, and now that she can't go out and amuse herself, she's really dependent on them for fun. So she learns to be nice. She becomes almost saintly, really.

Then, near the end of the book, the family finds out that there's a possibility that Katy will be able to walk again. And instead of being happy for her, the siblings say, "But she's become so nice since she got hurt. If she heals, will she be mean again?" Fortunately, Katy both relearns how to walk, and stays nice, so everyone's happy.

I hated this book. And it's not like, as a kid, I wasn't familiar with moralizing children's books where the main character learned a lesson and grew into a better person. I knew exactly what the book was doing. I just hated it. And I also knew that the siblings weren't meant to be interpreted as cold and indifferent for their lack of enthusiasm on hearing Katy might walk again. It's probably realistic even, if you've been bullied by someone before, to worry that a return to the circumstances where they bullied you would trigger it again. Still I hated them. I hated the book for telling me Katy had to behave a certain way for her to deserve to walk. Even though the way she used to be was truly awful. And I hated the book for requiring me to sympathize with the siblings, who had been treated badly by Katy, when what I really thought was that their resistance her recovery, however brief, was worse than anything she'd done to them in the past.

I hated being told what to think. I hated being preached at about right and wrong. And more than anything, I hated that Katy went through a character arc so dramatic that, in the end, she was completely unrecognizable as the girl in chapter one. That was meant to be good thing, because chapter one Katy was an asshole. But even as a kid, I didn't believe people change that much. Katy ended up more or less a saint. Always kind, always giving, always patient. Because of that, her relearning to walk came across like a reward for being a good person.

I haven't picked up this book again since I was a kid. So I may be forgetting important points. It's always possible I'd feel differently as an adult. That's my disclaimer, but i don't really think so. Because it's not like this kind of book was unusual. Another one comes to mind, the title of which I've forgotten, which was about a plate. In the world of plates, if you let just anyone eat off you, you wound up a dirty paper plate no one wanted. But if you waited and remained pure and clean, one day the King himself would change you into a beautiful porcelain plate and you'd be part of his household. It was a metaphor for Christianity and for virginity. It was more preachy BS.

Part of the reason I hated it was because I really took it to heart. I felt that I was horrible like Katy, and that unless I could achieve her saintliness, I would be always coming up short. Every time I committed a sin, even just in my head, I felt like I was back at square one. And I was doomed to fail, because of course it's impossible to be as good as Katy. We can change some. We can strive for self-improvement. But we'll be fighting our demons forever. (And in the book's defense, I believe I remember a scene where Katy admits she still struggles with her temperament later on, but she does her best not to let it affect her siblings.) With the plates, same thing: you can't live a totally pure and clean life. No one can. In Christianity, that's supposed to be a prerequisite for being human: we are all sinners, all of us. The goal is to try your best to live a righteous life and to be humble. But there's so much judgment and so many attacks on people who falter, and so much smug superiority among those who are convinced they are living righteously.

The Moomins books say something completely different. They were about self-acceptance. "All nice things are good for you," Moominmamma says. That would never fly in my Christian children's literature. And it's not like the Moomin book were anti-religious. (on a tangent: I wondered if what Moomintroll left under the fir tree, the thing that he didn't even tell Snufkin about, was meant to be him giving his soul to God on Christmas. It's impossible for me to tell whether I read that story right or if my deeply religious upbringing is screwing with me again.)

The Moomins don't say it's fine to be a bully or it's fine to do things that hurt you or others. But they don't go around breaking your back for being a bully or rejecting you eternally for not doing what you're told. Things happen in Moomins - characters make choices in step with their nature, and although they rub each other the wrong way sometimes, it always turns out that there was this or that reasoning and no one's really right or wrong. They're all just people. Moomins doesn't expect you to ever try to be perfect. And hiding your demons doesn't protect your family from them, rather it creates more distance between you and makes it harder to support each other and feel supported.

Characters in Moomins aren't so dynamic. But they also aren't completely stagnant. No character would undergoes the vast change that Katy did, or the complete transformation of the porcelain plate. Instead, characters are confronted with themselves again and again. And, again and again, they learn to accept themselves warts and all. A hemulen is a hemulen, a fillyonk is a fillyjonk and it's no use for them to try to be anything else, because that's what they are. Sometimes they're fed up with it and yearn to be anyone else. It's only natural, because no one is perfect, so we can always find bits of ourselves to hate. But inevitably they'll miss themselves. It's when characters listen to voices that tell them they're not enough, whether those voices are internal or external, that they become nasty and mean and mistreat each other.

There are no real bad guys in Moomins. We can only wonder what would happen if someone really mean were ever introduced. But the stories aren't missing such a character - they especially aren't missing the chance to chastise their young readers for their imperfections and urge them to be righteous because otherwise, hell awaits. I much prefer the take that everyone has their own personality and temperament and history, which informs their actions, and that most of the difficulties people have with each other come from not respecting that. You can't have a community by forcing everyone to be the same. A community is different people making the same choice to support each other's differences.

Actually, there is one bad guy in Moomins. It's the aunt in "The Invisible Child." Notably, she doesn't feature in the story. The story is about helping Ninny. About Ninny learning that she is important. That she doesn't deserve to be mistreated and degraded, her every misstep nitpicked. That her wants, her needs, her voice matters. Her cruel aunt doesn't matter at all. So she's not part of the story.

And, when Ninny rediscovers who she is, she's praised in this way: "She's even worse than Little My." I wonder how different Katy's story would have been, if she had Little My to knock some sense into her, without also sapping her of her individuality. I bet that plate never would have become porcelain either, but would have enjoyed life in the Moominhouse cupboard just as much.

[iris-sistibly]

GOD! EPISODE 13 IS BITTERSWEET, but I think this is by far the episode where like 80-90% of the scenes were happy. So I love it!

📍I knew they'd find nothing in the panic room, it's kinda frustrating but what's new? At least Hyun-woo had a back-up plan to fuck up Eun-seong and I can't wait for him and his mother to rot in jail. But WAIT--hear me out, if Seul-hee finds out that Eun-seong went to Germany to follow Hae-in, this bitch would be livid and since she sees every member of the Hong family as an obstacle, she'll most likely going to do something to eliminate Hae-in. What if Eun-seong sacrifices himself and dies in the process to save her, then Mo Seul-hee will lose her mind and she'd spend the rest of her remaining days locked up in a mental asylum, alone and lonely. I think that would be a perfect ending for her and Eun-seong don't y'all think?

📍Aunt Beom-ja and hubby number 4 moments, Hae-in and Mama Hong slowly rebuilding their relationship, Baek and Hong parents being besties, Soo-cheol continuing to stand up for his family...I appreciate these little family moments so much I just don't want it to end.

📍Team QOT be blessing us with lots and lots of BaekHong moments!!! Ah, I feel so spoiled as a fan, I never considered their divorce as legit, but more like they went back to the way they were...you know, carefree, happy, being so in-love, making great memories. I love that they re-created the honeymoon scene in episode 1, then the first OST to ever be released (The Reasons of my Smiles by BSS) started playing in the background, it felt so nostalgic to me.

📍I also love the fact that Hae-in's parents, especially her mom didn't argue when Hae-in decided to move-in with Hyun-woo in his apartment. It feels like they are finally giving their full support and blessing for BaekHong to become a married couple. Also, those hubby and wifey moments made me smile a lot!

📍But Hyun-woo once again going above and beyond to make Hae-in happy 🥹🥹🥹 hubby really made the "snow fall in October" so wifey could witness it first hand, then hearing his most genuine laugh when Hae-in confessed that he was his first love was just the best. Those scenes were just so good it made me wish that they could stay like that.

📍But of course, those happy moments won't last because well...who says we can have it all? Now, if this was a typical Kdrama and the lead character would be put in Hae-in's situation, normally we could expect the lead character to take the risk and the other lead as well the people on their side would help her remember or perhaps create new memories. However, I do appreciate the fact that Park Ji-eun didn't romanticize that kind of situation but instead gave us the reality of how complicated it is to be in Hae-in's shoes. It's easy to say, "Oh it's fine Hyun-woo's gonna help her remember," and this guy bless his heart would be willing to do that, but what about Hae-in?

As much as I really, really want her to get the surgery, I do understand why she refused after finding out about the possible side effects. It's not just about losing her memories, it's about losing her loved ones. It's so fucking cruel because if she doesn't take the surgery, they'll lose her, if she does then it's the other way around. She could wake up becoming a completely different person, forgetting about how much she loves her family, her husband and it will hurt them really badly. She loves Hyun-woo so much that she doesn't want to lose that love she has for him in exchange for extending her life. If she loses that love, then what's the point of living? I still do hope for some miracle though, because she deserves to live a long life with Hyun-woo.

ANYWAY, Since episode 14 is coming up I am mentally and emotionally preparing myself for a pretty painful episode. Next week is finale week and I hope, I REALLY hope that BaekHong will get a happy ending they both deserve.

[arrieebooks]

Aftercare

Pairing : Sierra Six x F!OC (Elle) x Lloyd Hansen (not about him though)

Summary : After a rough training with Lloyd, she's left in a bad state and Six helps her clean up.

Word count : 3.5k words.

Warnings : Hurt. Blood. Injuries. Comfort. Lloyd was such an asshole here. The boys argue. Unrealistic healing. A little blood kink.

Author's note : This takes place somewhere during the one week of her training with Lloyd so I'd say this is the third day of their training.

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Thump

Her back and head harshly collides with the wall as she groans loudly from the impact of Lloyd throwing her body around from afar. The wall against her crumbles and cracks.

He was trying to teach her how to keep her body composed and balanced and have a strong form even after being thrown. Because he knows that one day, in one of their missions, there'll be a time where she'll get tossed around or thrown and she needs to be ready for that. He did have her permission already for doing all this but it still irritates her that he could just do whatever the fuck he wants with her body.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She yells at him as she slides onto the ground, throwing her head back against the wall.

He keeps his stern face on, glaring down at her. "I told you earlier today that we're going to be testing out your strength. How much pain your body could take. It's not my test, it's the CIA's. It was Denny's order." Lloyd flatly says without any emotions shown in his voice. 

It's like he's a fucking robot. 

She rolls her eyes, catching up with her breath. "Well, we've done enough. Have you seen my body? It's a mess." she snaps.

There's blood everywhere on her body, tainting her gym clothes. Her whole body hurts. No wounds, though. It healed every second after. But the blood doesn't go away when it heals. She has to clean it up herself. 

Lloyd takes a quick and careful glance at her body and subtly nods. "Fine. We'll take a little afternoon break. Clean up and then have a snack. We'll continue after that." he firmly says, looking away from her. 

Elle frowns and before she could even complain, he leaves their gym room abruptly. 

Asshole. 

She tiredly sighs, leaning her head against the wall. She can't even stand up. She could, but it hurts to move. And she's completely worn out now. She feels like her strength is starting to give away as her tiredness is taking over her body. 

Distinctively, she could hear Six's footsteps approaching this room as he opened the door. He enters the gym, peaks his head over to his left and sees her with blood all on her. He could also see that she's still on the ground, that means she's also hurt and unable to move because of the pain. 

His facial expressions immediately changed into something she's never seen on him before. "Lloyd! She's a fucking mess." Six shouts to him, quickly rushing towards her with anger and concern written all over his face. 

She thinks that this is the very first time that she's seen him so angry. He's usually so calm and unfazed all the time. She'd never thought that she'd witness the day of seeing him finally ticked off. All because of her. 

After a second, Lloyd walks into the room again and rolls his eyes casually with an apple in his hand. "She's fine. We're taking a break." he defends.

"What do you mean she's fine? She's bleeding everywhere." Six snaps. Even though it's clear that he's angry, he's still composed. 

"It's just blood. She's healed already." 

"Yeah, but you still made her bleed. She's hurt, Hansen. She can't move." 

Lloyd frowns before looking back at her and realizing that she's still on the ground this whole time after leaving her earlier. She hasn't moved. Because she can't. He didn't know that she was this hurt. He thought that she was fine earlier. He never would've hurted her so badly like this if he knew she was overwhelmed by how he's training her. He knew he should've taken it easy on her instead.

His face suddenly drops into worry. "Shit. Elle, come here." Lloyd offers his hand to her and she glares up at him, bitterly. She doesn't take his hand. Instead, she looks over at Six with a pleading look.

Six immediately crouches down to her and holds her arms closely as he gently pulls her up to lift her up completely. She softly winces at the pain as soon as she stands up. She leans her side against him as he puts his arm around her shoulder and his other arm wraps around her waist for support. She refuses to look at Lloyd at all as she glances at Six. 

Lloyd feels deflated. Humbled. For the first time ever. She usually always takes his hand after training whenever he offers. He's hurt her really badly this time. Perhaps, he should've been a little bit more gentle. It's not like they're in the CIA's watch now and Denny didn't exactly give him the exact instructions on how he should train her. He could've done it however he wanted. He didn't have to do it exactly like how he was trained. He can play by his own rules now. He's kind-of free here, technically.

"It was Denny's orders." Lloyd grits out, glancing at Six before meeting her eyes, "But… I could be a little less harsher next time. I should've been from the start." he adds.

"You don't have to train her as extreme as we were, you know. No one's watching us. What matters is that she knows what she has to do. You know that she's strong enough already, anyway." Six tells him.

Lloyd looks at him and nods. "I know. I'll go call a doctor here to check her up—"

Elle cuts him off. "No. Absolutely not." she weakly says. "I'm fine. I mean, I will be. Once I start healing completely. I just need to rest. Is that okay?" she asks him, finally meeting his eyes. 

He nods his head again, understanding her. "Of course. I'll let you rest. We'll continue the training tomorrow instead." Lloyd states.

Six clears his throat, glaring at him. "Once she feels better. Completely." He corrects him.

"Right. Once you feel better, then we could start training again." Lloyd repeats.

She glances at both of them and breaks into a small relief smile. "Thanks for the concern, but I will heal completely tomorrow. It's how my body usually works." she informs them.

They both simply nod and she looks over at Six. "I need help cleaning up." she softly murmurs to him. 

He locks eyes with her. "Of course. I'll help you." Six gently says and slowly guides her to the exit as she leans her entire weight onto him.

Lloyd steps aside for them and contemplates on what he's just done to her.

***

Six helped her to her room and sat her down on her small couch in front of her bed.

He's already got the first aid kit box, a bottle of cold water, a small bowl of water and a tiny towel to clean her wounds.

And a sandwich from the fridge. He knows she hasn't eaten all day. Just a banana from this morning and then not long after that, Lloyd dragged her to the gym room for training.

Six is really pissed off with him. They'll talk about it through dinner later. Properly, of course. Without all the anger fuming from him. He doesn't know what just took over him. He's never been that angry before, to anyone at all and especially over anyone. But seeing her all wounded and hurt and full of blood like that really set him off to that.

He just realized how much she means to him and how he couldn't see her so hurt like that — it killed him. No one has ever made him feel like this. He feels like punching the shit out of Lloyd and making him bleed and injured as well just for having the damn guts to do this to her. He's never had a grudge before like this either. He's usually a chill guy.

"If he keeps being rough to you like that, I'll just take over. I'll train you." Six softly says to her as she munches on her tuna and cucumber sandwich — her favorite. He's sitting right next to her on this small couch of hers and his ass is barely fitting here.

She looks over at him and frowns. "Well, I'm not complaining but…I don't actually mind if he's rough with me. I know what it takes. I just wish he could check on me after it to make sure if I could actually walk or if I'm actually hurt. I don't get how my healing works sometimes but I do know that it takes time for my body to heal completely of the pain itself." Elle says.

He nods. "I'll make sure for him to do that. I promise. But just for safety reasons, I'll take over just for tomorrow." Six gently tells her.

Her lips tug into a soft smile. "That'd be nice." she says, her eyes staying on his.

"I need to clean you up now." he says, grabbing the bowl of water and the tiny towel from her small table, placing it on his thigh.

She nods, placing the sandwich on the table. She turns her body to him and extends her bloody hands to him.

"He made me punch solid stuff." she tells him, showing her healed knuckles but they're still filled with dried blood all over them. It still hurts for her, even.

Six quietly shakes his head, dipping the towel into the cold water before taking it out. His hand holds hers and he gently rubs the wet towel on her knuckles. She doesn't wince, she likes the cold sensation of it. It reminds her that she needs a cold shower after this. She's sweating and tired. A cold shower always helps her after a long, tiring day.

But right now, she needs to wait to get her strength back up to even walk to the bathroom by herself. She doesn't want to ask him to help her shower, no. She can't. It'll lead to something else and none of them can do that right now. Not the time.

"You know what, from now on, I'll watch you guys from the bench. Or from the glass window outside. And if he tries something like this again…" Six trails off, not wanting to give her gory details of what he'd do to him if he hurts her this bad again.

He wants to keep her pure. At least for now. He doesn't want her to know how he actually is yet.

Elle scrunches her nose and then nods. "I told you, it's fine. You worry too much. I never knew you care this much about me. I thought I was just a temporary fuck buddy."

Six frowns, looking up at her. "No? I never said that, Elle. You're so much more than that, you know. To me."

Her eyes light up and a warm smile touches her lips. "Really?"

He nods. "Yes. We only have each other for the next few months and I'd rather only spend it with you." Six simply says, out of honesty.

He doesn't do well with sweet words. He's just an honest man. He says what he feels and what he thinks but only to the right person who he feels safe with sharing his thoughts and his feelings. Whatever he says is never a lie. He doesn't lie. Ever.

She blinked curiously at him and he noticed.

"What?" he asks.

She shrugs. "I don't know, it's just that…you have other choices than me, you know. You could get other girls in this city, anyone you want. There are a lot of them. And we've only known each other for less than a week so how would you know that you won't get bored of me?"

"Yeah, but none of them are you. And…a week is the longest I've ever stayed in one country, living with other people." Six pauses before giving her a soft look. "I like this. With you. It's what I've always wanted to do. Just…stay in one place and with one person." he admits truthfully.

Her eyebrows furrow. "You've never settled in before? Where do you live then?"

He snorts gently. "I don't live anywhere. It's always safehouses after safehouses or hotels or motels, all around the world. I never could just sit back and relax once in a while."

She didn't know this before. She thought that he was just as free as Lloyd, who has a fancy penthouse or flat in almost each and every luxury country. But then, she realized something. They're both in the CIA, but they're not the same. They work for them and kill for them, but they're very different. Lloyd wanted this life. Six didn't — he was just a prisoner in jail who just commited murder and was about to serve a life sentence there until the agency pulled him out and made him into their assassin.

"Oh. That's nice. I mean, your life now. I think it's nice that you could finally settle in. Even if it's just for a few months." Elle gently says.

Six nods, his hand resting against her jaw as his thumb caresses her cheek. He regards her with a soft, relaxed look. "A few months is a long time. For us."

She hums as her lips curve into a soft smile, her eyes gazing up and down his face. She's admiring him. Lately, he's looking way too fucking handsome. Clean. Neat. Because he has nothing to do but sit in this penthouse all day with his nice clothes. He's usually full of sweat and blood after every mission and that's often every single day. Also, he tends to wear more comfortable clothes here. Just a pair of sweatpants and any basic t-shirt or shirt. He didn't bring a lot of his clothes so he bought some from here — well, more like Lloyd bought it for him because Six hates shopping or going to the mall.

"Sure you won't get bored of me?" she asks softly.

"You're not a boring person, so no. And I'm not easily bored." Six answers slowly.

Unlike Lloyd. He's bored all the time.

Her smile widens, showing her teeth and her cute little dimples on her cheeks. She looks down at his lips and knows that this isn't the right time but…she really wants to. They haven't had the time to kiss or fuck or do anything intimate at all. Lloyd is filling her schedule all day with training and training so she's been too busy to have one single second alone with him.

So this is a nice opportunity for them. Sure, an unfortunate one since he's cleaning up her blood. It's not exactly a romantic moment. But at least they're still alone and no one's going to bother them and despite the circumstances, they're both liking each other's company. This moment is theirs.

Six drops the towel into the bowl as his eyes are still not leaving hers. His hand is still resting on her jaw and his other hand moves up to her face as she feels his wet and cold hand. She parts her lips and gasps softly at that, chewing her bottom lip while she continues to stare at his eyes and then down to his lips. Without hesitation, she leans her whole body closer to him until her bare knees touch his legs and presses her lips against his. He kisses her back, soft and slow, smelling the gross smell of blood on her but he's already used to it and smelling it on someone he likes somehow turns him on.

He didn't even know he has a blood kink. He just has normal kinks, common ones that lots of people have. He's been in too much bloody situations in his life that he developed a kink to it. But this is the first time he's turned on by it. She helped him discover this kink without knowing.

She rests her hands on his thighs, bracing them as she slightly lifts her body to get even closer to him. She attempts to get on top of him but he stops her by holding onto her waist with both of his hands. He already knew what she was going to do. He knows her too well that she just think she wants this now, but it's not what she needs. He's not taking advantage of her like this.

"You're hurt, Elle. You need rest. Not me." Six firmly tells her what she currently needs right now. But she'll always need him somehow. She's already depended on him like he's her world. She gets easily attached to people. And now she's attached to him, it's unavoidable.

She retreats from him. "Fine. But I do still need you here. I need you to clean me up. And I want you to stay. Don't go anywhere." she murmurs, begging to him with her puppy eyes.

"Are you tired? I could clean you up while you take a short nap." Six offers gently, his voice is soothing and calming to her like this as he says each and every word slowly as possible.

She didn't even have to say that she wants to take a nap, he already knows her inside and out by now. He knows what she needs before herself. He's studied and observed her and it's almost his favorite thing to do now. They haven't even known each other long but their connection runs deep. They're too similar, that's why they can understand each other in ways that no one could even begin to digest.

Her pupils dilate and there's a spark in her eyes as she stares into his blue eyes. It calms and comforts her to know that he knows her more than anyone else or even herself, that she doesn't need to ever explain or tell him what she's feeling because he always knows. She's easy to study and he likes doing it.

She nods her head with a soft smile still lingering on her lips. "I'd like that very much." Elle whispers gently back.

Six lets a small and relaxed smile slip on his lips before touching her cheek and giving her lips a soft and quick peck. "Lay back," he says as his hand pats his thick, huge thighs.

She gulps, looking down at his thighs and gray sweatpants before turning her body around to a laying position. She lays her back against the couch and leans her head on his thighs as her eyes look up at his. She starts to get comfortable in this small couch of hers.

She realizes something. "You'll be stained of my blood." she says, nervously.

Six chuckles through his nose. "I don't care." he quickly tells her. He really doesn't. He's been through too much blood already to be sick of it.

He reaches for the bowl of the cold water and soak the towel in it, cleaning the previous blood. He takes the clean, wet towel out before slowly rubbing it on one of her arms that still has dried blood on it. As the towel washes off her blood, crimson red taints the white towel. He focuses his eyes on her only while she slowly closes her eyes, relaxing her whole body into him.

Six continues to rub the blood off of her until it's squeaky clean and it's the color of her skin again. But he's not looking at her arms that he's trying to clean, he's only looking at her sleeping face, her bare face that still has sweat on it. She was way too fucking beautiful for him that it felt like he didn't deserve her. But that's not true. At all.

She slowly moves her head to get more comfortable while still closing her eyes and she's getting closer to sleep. "You know, I like this, too. This life. I like you." Elle murmurs faintly and softly. She's telling the plain and simple truth of it all, of what she really feels.

Her confession leaves him speechless as he pauses what he was doing. He said it too, the same exact thing she said, but he surely wasn't expecting for her to say it back. He's never used to this. Affection. Tenderness. Warmth. He has always guessed that he'd never have that because it's not for him and he doesn't deserve someone to give that to him.

Maybe, he's right. But, he has her now and that's what matters.