#i'M cradling them SO SOFTLY IN MY HANDS RN

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

SCREAMING. CRYING. THROWING UP.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOUR HONOR.

Holy shit babe I'm so fucking proud of you! I cannot believe it's them! There they are!!!! 💕

God imagone telling us 5 years ago that our silly little guys were gonna get their own anamation. (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡

IT’S DONE!! It’s finally done!!! This was supposed to only be 2-3 minutes long but……well…… it is not

Anyway here’s to more Diana and Amore shenanigans!!

And special thanks for my friends and sibling for helping me voice/ plan this crazy thing! Couldn’t have done it without you!!

Voice Cast

Amore: @worldsokayestmagicalgirl

Diana: Me

Everyone else: @cappierong

[sturnioloszn]

CHERRY - M.S

summary; you finally decide to lose your virginity to your boyfriend, and he pops your cherry.

warnings; smut, losing virginity, pet names (nothing crazy people, just baby and stuff), tit sucking, fingering, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it up, ho).

a/n; i'm writing this at 2am so let's not expect shakespeare up in this bitch. anywho, if you have any suggestions/recommendations for other content, then lmk!

'Hey baby, just finished filming'

'I'm driving to urs rn'

Matt's texts came up on my phone, and I instantly got a spark of excitement. We haven't been able to see each other often because he's been busy with filming, and I've been busy with work.

I get up from my bed and decide to squeeze in a quick shower before he comes. Walking back into my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body, I picked one of Matt's shirts, which he left the last time he was over, and a black, lacey thong.

Just as I was about to throw my hair up in a bun, I heard a knock at my door. I pranced to the front door and swung it open.

"Hiiiii," I squeal lunging into his chest for a hug, the smell of his cologne taking over my senses. God, he smelled so good; Matt always smells amazing.

"Hi, baby," He replies, engulfing me in the hug completely. He brings his hand up to cradle my head and softly moves his thumb back and forth.

"I've missed you," I muffle into his chest. We haven't seen each other in almost two weeks, which was an insanely long time considering we live ten minutes from each other.

We eventually make it from the front door, and we are lying on my bed watching Spongebob. But I can't concentrate on the cartoon with Matt so close to me.

I know we've been dating for over a year, but I still get so nervous around him. He's my first real boyfriend, and of course, he looks like he was sculpted by God himself. I really don't know what I did to get so lucky.

I turn my head to look at him, and he's concentrated on the tv. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed from how focused he was on the episode, and his jawline was covered in stubble.

The more I looked at him, the bigger the heat between my legs grew. I subconsciously pressed my thighs together to create some kind of friction, but it didn't help at all.

At that moment I decided that I was ready. I was ready to give myself to him completely. I was ready for him to make me his in every way possible.

"Matt," I whispered.

My words are so quiet that I wasn't even sure if Matt had heard me. I repeat myself, and he turns his head to make eye contact with me.

"I'm ready, Matt," I say shyly.

I don't know how he was going to react. I know Matt has had a girlfriend before me and that he lost his virginity to her, so this might not be a big deal for him, but for me, it was huge.

The furthest me and Matt have ever gone is some heated-makeout touching. We've never seen each other below the waist, so this was definitely a big step for me.

"Ready for what, my love?" He asks, with genuine confusion in his tone.

"To lose my virginity," I'm so embarrassed admitting this, but he doesn't seem to be disturbed one bit. Actually, he seems surprised.

"Baby, we don't have to do anything, you know that, right?" He says, trying to reassure me, but I know what I want.

"I know, I want to," I say, my confidence growing. I crawl over to him and throw one of my legs over his lap so that I'm now straddling him.

He brings his tongue out to wet his lips before analysing my face for anything other than certainty. He then moves his hands to my hips, resting them there softly.

"I love you so much..." He speaks carefully, "...and I don't want to hurt you, so you have to tell me to stop or slow down if I do hurt you even though I'll try my best not to," his face is completely serious and there isn't a hint of laughter in his voice.

I nod in agreement to his statement, and he nods back, making a silent promise to eachother.

He then brings his left hand up to my cheek and tilts my head as he brings his soft lips to mine. The kiss was painfully slow and tender, as if he could break me by moving too fast.

I move my hands to the nape of his neck, tangling my fingers into his curls. I tug at his hair carefully, and a low groan escapes his lips. Fuck, I'm so wet for him. This is when I remember I'm only wearing lace underwear, meaning my wetness is likely seeping through and marking his clothes. That shouldn't turn me on, but it does.

The kiss begins to get heated, and my need for relief is growing. I subconsciously begin to rock my hips on his thigh, and his hands dig into my skin.

He pulls away from the kiss and moves his mouth to my ear, "Let me take care of you, baby," He whispers.

He delicately flips us over so that I'm now lying on my back, and he's hovering over me, his hands sinking into the mattress near my head. He leans down and peppers kisses on my neck, slowly moving further down onto my collar bone.

One of his hands begins to wander, making sure to touch every curve on my body. He then reaches the hem of my (his) shirt.

"Can I undress you?" His words are so innocent, but they drive me insane. I want him to do more than undress me, I want him. Now. But I know I have to be patient. I nod at his request.

"I need words, baby, please," He pleads. God, could this man get any sexier. I was losing my composure by the second.

"Yes, please, take it off," I reply, in the same tone. He wastes no time sliding the oversized shirt off my body, and I can see his breathing halter when he comes face to face with my bare tits.

He slowly lowers his mouth to the valley of my breasts and places a row of meaningful kisses before shifting his attention over to my left breast. He places a kiss on my hardened nipple before taking it into his warm mouth, I gasp at the feeling.

He plays with my nipple as he swirls his tongue over it and then lightly sucks on it. I let moans spill from lips, which only encourages him to keep going.

After a few moments, he releases it from his mouth and pays the same attention to my right one.

"Matt, please, I need you," I say, beginning to get restless. He's showing me attention in all the wrong places.

"You've gotta be patient, baby," He speaks, a smile forming on his lips. I bet he finds this so amusing; getting me all hot and bothered but not relieving any of the pressure he's creating.

He finally begins to make his way to my last piece of clothing, and without warning, I feel his hand cup me over my underwear. He runs his thumb back and forth over my clit, making me shudder.

By now, I'm a water park. I'm soaking, and my wetness has seeped through my underwear completely.

"You're so fucking wet," he says, bringing his fingers to toy with my wet underwear. I moan at his words.

He hooks his fingers on each side of my panties and slowly shimmies them off me, leaving me completely naked in front of him. I feel the blood rush to my face. I can't believe I'm completely naked in front of him. He can sense my embarrassment and instantly clears me of any doubts.

"Baby, you're so beautiful, I'm so blessed that I get to see you like this. Thank you for blessing me,". I melt at his words. His words instantly reassure me, and my embarrassment fades away.

He places both of his hands on my thighs, slowly parting my legs so that he could see me in my entirety. My wet cunt is now exposed to him and see his breathing hitch.

"Fuck, you're so perfect," he whispers underneath his breath, taking in the view before him. He brings his middle finger to my slick folds, collecting all the wetness he could, then bringing that same finger to his mouth and sucking it clean.

My pussy is throbbing for him. I need him so unbelievably bad. He then looks at me before speaking again, "I need to stretch you out a little before we have sex. Otherwise, it'll hurt a lot more. Will you let me do that?".

His words were soft but yet firm. He really did want to take care of me and ensure that I was enjoying every bit of this as much as he was.

"I trust you," I reply, giving him a small smile. He returns the smile and lowers his gaze again.

He once again brings his middle finger to my pussy but instead of messing around, he went straight for my hole, slowly sinking his finger into me.

I instantly threw my head back. This was nothing like I've ever felt before. He looked back up to me to make sure I was okay before slowly taking his finger out and pushing it back in.

"Fuck, Matt," I breathe out, slowly gripping the sheets beneath me.

"Shh, you're okay, you're doing so good," his praise makes me even wetter, allowing for his finger to slide in and out of me easier.

"Think you can take another one f'me?" He says, watching my pussy swallow his finger.

"Mhm," I can't get any words out with my bottom lip pulled between my teeth.

I then feel another slender finger approach my hole. He slowly pushes the second finger in and it definitely hurts more than the first. It's almost a burning sensation, it hurts so good.

He let's me adjust to the feeling of both fingers in me before beginning to pump them in and out similarly to the first time.

After a few moments of pumping, he pulls both fingers out completely. I shudder at the loss of contact and was about to question why he stopped until I saw him reaching for his belt buckle.

This is what I've been waiting for. Fuck, I'm so nervous but so excited too.

"Baby, are you sure this is what you want?" He asks once again.

"Not really, I'm only doing this for you," I say jokingly.

He halts his movements completely, "I don't joke about consent, baby," He says firmly.

"I'm sorry, of course I want this this baby, I promise," I say, reassuring him. He nods before going back to unzipping his jeans.

Before removing his jeans, he brings his hands to his top, removing both his shirt and vest in one swift move. He then pulls down his jeans, leaving him in only his boxers. I look at the imprint of his cock on his boxers and fuck did he look big.

He finally slid his boxers down, his cock springing out, glad to finally be free from all restraints. I gulp at the sheer size of him. I didn't expect him to be so big. He's at least seven inches, and his tip is red, glistening with pre-cum.

I can see something crosses his mind and he immediately becomes upset.

"What's wrong?" I asked confused.

"I don't have a fucking condom," He sighs annoyed. It's silent for a moment before I speak up.

"Can't you pull out?" I ask innocently.

"I can if you want me to, I'm just scared I'll be so consumed by you that I'll forget completely," he says half seriously and half joking.

"I already told you, Matt, I trust you," I assure him, he nods at my words.

"Alright, my love, if it hurts or if it becomes too much, please tell me to stop, push me off you, tell me to fuck off, anything, just stop me, okay?" He says. I know this is the bare minimum, but the way he cares for me and the way he wants me to also enjoy this is so meaningful to me.

"I promise I will," I say, smiling at him once more.

He adjusts himself so that he's now hovering over me, with one hand near my head on the mattress and his other hand between our bodies, guiding his cock to my entrance. I feel his tip at my entrance, and he slowly grinds his hips forward so that his cock can just about enter me.

He pushes more and more forward until a slight look of discomfort is present on my face.

"Fuck, you're too big, Matt," I say, looking down to where our bodies are connected and seeing that he's not even half way in. There's no way his entire dick is fitting inside of me.

"I know, baby, but you can be a good girl and take it, can't you?" He says, lowering his head to my neck.

"Mhm, I'll take it so good for you," I agree. His words make me even wetter, my wetness coating his cock.

He pushes himself further into me, and there's a burning sensation again, but it's not too noticeable due to the fact that Matt had just previously stretched me out. He was right. It definitely did help.

With one final buck of his hips, I felt his pelvis against my folds. He was completely in. I let out a sigh, feeling him entirely inside me.

As he's pulling out, I look down at our connection. This is when I notice red stuff on his cock. I became confused. Is that blood??? Was I bleeding? Fuck, that's so embarrassing. But it didn't even hurt that much, there's no way I'm bleeding from that?

Questions and concerns fill my mind to the point where I can't keep it to myself.

"Matt..." I speak softly.

"What's wrong, my love?" He instantly notices something is wrong.

"Am I bleeding?" I say, looking back down between us. He follows my gaze and sees the blood coating his cock.

"Oh babyy, don't worry about it, you had me worried," he says as if I'm not literally bleeding.

"Why am I bleeding?" I ask, I want to know why this is happening.

"It's just because I broke your hymen baby, in other words, I popped your cherry," he smirks. He's essentially saying that I'm officially not a virgin anymore.

I can tell this turns him on. The fact that he was the one I trusted with this special moment means a lot to him, and it means a lot to me too. I'm glad I'm able to share my 'first' with him.

He resumes his movements and begins to pump his dick back into me, this time at a slightly quicker pace. My pussy adjusts to him very quickly, and from this point forward it's all pleasure.

A few moments later and he's established a rhythm. It's not too fast but not too slow, and he's hitting all the right spots. I can't stop the moans from spilling out of my mouth, which motivates a few moans and groans to also flee his lips.

"M-Matt, fa-faster...please," my broken request is immediately fulfilled as Matt's hips pick up the pace. I feel my orgasm building up, and if he continued like this, I'd be coming all over his cock in a few minutes.

He continued his movements without faltering once, and the only sounds that could be heard is the sound of our skin connecting repeatedly with the mixture of my moans and his panting.

"I'm s-so c-close, Matt," I moan.

"Fuck, me too," He says, speeding up ever so slightly. He then brings his hand down between our bodies to rub my clit and this was my final straw. My orgasm came crashing down, and I almost saw stars. I felt my pussy spasm around his cock which was still rhythmically pumping in and out of me.

"FUCKK, JUST LIKE THAT," Matt moans as he pulls his cock out from me and jerks it off at the speed of light. His mouth falls open and his eyebrows are scrunched together. That sight was almost enough to make me finish again.

Suddenly, hot, white cum shoots out and lands on my stomach. He milks his cock for all of it before pressing his sweaty forehead against mine.

"Shit, babe, that was amazing," he pants, before getting up to get a towel to clean us up.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he's wiping his cum from my stomach.

"Yeah, I'm just in shock," I smile. He smiles back and he grabs my shirt from the floor, and pulls it over my head. He then gets back in bed and pulls me onto his chest.

The rest of the evening was mundane, we watched more tv, ordered food, and cuddled until we fell asleep but this is a day I will never forget.

The care and love that he treated me with was indescribable and I will forever be grateful to him that he made my first time as special and memorable as possible.

a/n; this was lowk longer than I thought it was gonna be lmaoo. anywayy, i hope you enjoyed reading it. if u have any suggestions for future fanfics or other content in general lmk! love you sm <33

[attapullman]

I'm in the mood for some angst 🤭

“i’m here now. i know i wasn’t before. but i should’ve been. and i’m not going anywhere. i’m not gonna let that happen again.” w/ neighbour!bob – @bobgasm

Nope, I definitely didn't make myself sad writing this 🥺 neighbor!Bob better come comfort me rn

Drabble Day

If you close your eyes, the caramelly sweet scent of chocolate chip cookies, blueberry muffins, and banana bread invade your senses. When you open them, you’re affronted with the same neighborhood bitches you’ve spent all afternoon with.

This wasn’t the plan. You never would have signed up for four long hours of the bake sale with every gossipy neighbor you have. Sitting at this table where they’ve done nothing but make passive aggressive notes about your yard, taste in curtains, and how you really should have someone come out to quote you a new fence gate. If hell had a name, it was the annual bake sale.

Bob was supposed to be with you, sampling products that looked too good to pass and laughing over the flooding between your yards that neither of you could find the cause. You’d even worn the dress that he’s complimented more than once. Where was he?

When the clock hit the hour, you made the flimsiest excuse you could and beelined your way back home. You wouldn’t be able to drive by the elementary school again without shuddering. Home and an early night in were your only saviors now, your normal knight in armor missing in action.

An early night was optimistic, you mused, as the sun went down and you were still up. Sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of cocoa, tension tight in your shoulders as the words from that afternoon hung from them. Where had he been? How could he have left you to fend for yourself? He’d always been your partner in crime, and you’d been left alone.

The first tear rolls down too easily.

The knock on your back door makes more fall, knowing only one person could be on the other side. The one person you want to see, but also don’t.

The door opens and there he stands, still in a flight suit, hair matted down along his sweat-and-fuel-streaked face. The most compassionate eyes filled with an apology.

“I’m so sorry.” His own words are choked, knowing he’s let you down. The mission controlled his schedule, no exceptions for bake sales. Bob pulls you in to cry into his chest, a hand stroking down your back. “Are you okay? What happened? Please don’t cry, my sweet girl.”

Hot breaths blow back on your skin as you try to regulate yourself. But his presence is safe and your emotions need release. He listens so patiently as you tell him everything they said, pausing to let out pained sobs.

“I’m here now. I’m here now, you’re not alone.”

Reality is lost as you find comfort in him, his soothing hands and soft whispers calming your soul. Your head tucked into his chest, reassured by the gentle beat of his heart. A sob nearly breaks out again when he pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes, his hands smudging oil along your neck as he cradles you softly.

“I’m here now. I know I wasn’t before, but I should’ve been. And I’m not going anywhere. I’m not gonna let that happen again,” he promises you. “Admiral Simpson is going to have to shoot me out of the sky to keep me from you again.”

[hyperactively-me]

I know its super serious in kastron rn but imagine graves gifted reader her own puppy to train I know it would be hilarious 😂

oh my god i am obsessed with this!!!!!! i recently just got an 8 week old mini goldendoodle puppy so now we're like twins 😁 also, this won't fall in chronological order with the list i have going on, so this will be placed in an "extras" category! this new category will most likely be requests and/or works that i can't really find a good place to put them in chronological order!

king!ghost x reader -- puppy love ** extras

warnings: none

"So... what do you think, your majesty?"

You look at the small English springer spaniel puppy cradled in Graves' arms.

You can't help but smile at the sight of the adorable puppy nestled in Graves' arms. Its eyes, wide and curious, meet yours, and a tiny tail wags with boundless energy.

"Oh my gosh, she's so cute," you gush, reaching out to gently stroke the puppy's soft fur. "But, what's the occasion?"

"She wasn't responding well to the training for hunting, but I reckon she would have a better time inside the castle." With a shrug, he explains further, "But I also figured you could use a bit of company, your majesty. A loyal companion, perhaps."

Missing the way he looks at you smugly, you dote on the little spaniel.

"Hi baby," you coo softly, coming closer to pet the dog. She licks your fingers hesitantly, nuzzling into the palm of your hand.

"See? She loves ya already. Not surprised in the slightest."

You laugh awkwardly at that comment, but decide to brush it off. Graves has always been a bit peculiar to you, but now that he's giving you a puppy, you can't help but brush past the fact. You exchange a glance with Graves, his eyes holding a hint of something you can't quite place.

"Well, I appreciate the gesture, Graves. She's adorable," you say, smiling genuinely.

Graves chuckles, his eyes flickering with amusement. "Just a gesture of goodwill. Not a problem at all."

"Can I hold her?" you ask, looking up at his eyes.

"Why, of course," he says, flashing you a million-dollar smile. He lifts the puppy into your hold, making sure she's settled in your arms comfortably. As you cradle the little spaniel in your arms, you can't deny the growing joy in your chest. The puppy nuzzles against you, innocent and sweet.

"She's got a calm demeanor, perfect for keeping you company," Graves remarks, watching the interaction with an amused glint in his eye.

You chuckle, enjoying the warmth radiating from the small bundle in your arms. "Thank you, Graves. It's a thoughtful gift."

"Anything for you, your majesty," he says, inclining his head slightly. "Now, I'll leave you to get acquainted with her. I'm sure she'll keep you company well. Don't hesitate to reach out to me with any questions. I am the expert, after all."

You give him a lopsided smile, "Yup, noted. Thank you again."

Graves bows respectfully and turns to leave, leaving you alone with the puppy. As he walks away, you catch a shadow of a smirk on his face, but you shake off your apprehension, attributing it to his usual nature.

Excitement bubbles within you as you go to show Simon your new spaniel puppy in your arms. The joy radiates from your face as you rush to find Simon, eager to share the news.

Entering his private study, you find Simon engrossed in a letter, his brow furrowed in concentration. You clear your throat, and Simon looks up, his gaze meeting yours. Then his eyes trail to the puppy resting in your arms.

You can't contain your enthusiasm. "Graves got me a puppy! Look at her, Si, isn't she so cute?"

Your eyes are sparkling as you present the adorable little bundle of fur to Simon, hoping he shares in your excitement. The puppy wiggles in your arms, tiny tail wagging energetically.

Simon's gaze flickers from the puppy to you, a mixture of surprise and something you can't quite place crossing his features. "A puppy? Why?"

"He thought I could use some company," you explain, your excitement undiminished.

"Use some company—? But you have me?" Simon's reaction is less than enthusiastic.

You chuckle at Simon's slightly grumpy response. "Of course, I have you. But Graves thought a puppy would be a nice addition to the castle. And look at her, isn't she so sweet?"

"Graves, huh?" he mutters, a hint of grumble in his voice. How he wishes he thought of giving you a dog before Graves did.

You raise an eyebrow at his tone. "What's wrong? He's just being thoughtful."

Simon leans back, crossing his arms. "I dunno. He's always got something up his sleeve. He's a valuable member of staff here, I'll give him that. But he's just a bit... slinky."

You understand Simon's skepticism, given the tension that has always existed between him and Graves. You try to reassure him, "I know, but Simon, it's just a puppy. Look at her, she's harmless and absolutely adorable."

Simon's eyes remain fixed on the puppy, his expression still guarded. "I dunno about this, love. What's the real reason Graves gave you a puppy, hm?"

You sigh, realizing Simon is probably just jealous. "Si, he said the puppy wasn't responding well to hunting training, and he thought she'd be happier in the castle."

Simon grumbles under his breath, but he relents a bit. "Fine, but keep an eye on that dog." And I'll keep an eye on Graves, is what he wants to say, but he bites his tongue.

You nod, understanding Simon's concerns, and decide to change the subject. "Oh my god, isn't she the cutest thing?"

Simon rolls his eyes, but there's a warmth in them as he looks at the playful antics of the little spaniel. "Fine, she's cute."

He stands up from his desk as you circle around to him. Simon's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently pat the puppy's head. The puppy, sensing his mixed emotions, snuggles against Simon's hand, as if trying to win him over.

"Do you want to hold her?" You hold the puppy closer to Simon, who can't resist the charm of the tiny spaniel.

Simon hesitates for a moment, then nods. "Yeah, alright."

As you carefully transfer her into Simon's arms, you can't help but coo over how cute they both look. The puppy seems to work her magic on Simon, melting away his reservations, at least for the moment.

The small spaniel squirms a bit in Simon's arms, but soon settles, gazing up at him with trusting eyes. Simon, despite his initial resistance, finds himself chuckling as the puppy licks his fingers with enthusiasm. You notice the way his eyes soften, crinkling in the corners as he smiles.

"Such a sweet girl," he murmurs at the puppy, stroking her head gently.

"You should see yourself right now," you squeal giddily, the sight of a little puppy in your husband's arms making you melt.

Simon chuckles, "Yeah, she'll fit in here. Gonna train her well. Maybe she can be something like a guard dog."

. . .

A few weeks have passed, and training Stella has been nothing short of rewarding.

She's been such a good dog, already living up to Simon's expectations. He's such a softie with the dog, and you love to tease him about it.

Graves had shown up one day, inquiring about your puppy and how she's been getting along.

"Stella's been listening to my commands more easily these days," you say, kneeling on the floor as you pet Stella.

Graves nods thoughtfully, hands clasped behind his back as he observes Stella. Simon stands right behind you, arms crossed over his chest as he sizes up Graves.

"Indeed," Graves responds, his gaze focused on Stella. "She seems to be adapting well, better than she would have been in the fields. A fine addition, wouldn't you say, your majesty?" He looks up expectantly at Simon.

Simon grumbles a bit, trying to maintain a composed demeanor. "Yes, I do have to say she's quite lovely."

You continue rubbing Stella's belly, keenly aware of how Simon stands rigid beside you.

"So, because you're here, Graves, any tips on training? Or have I handled it quite well myself?" Simon asks, pride laced in his voice.

Graves, unfazed, chuckles. "Well, I'm always here for advice, your majesty. But it seems you've got everything under control."

Simon smirks, feeling a small victory. "That's what I thought."

You roll your eyes at Simon's response, hitting him in the ankle with your fist to get him to knock it off.

Graves smoothly shifts the conversation. "Training a dog is a team effort, wouldn't you agree, your majesty?"

Simon raises an eyebrow, catching the nuance in Graves' words. "Indeed, a team effort. We all contribute."

"Absolutely," you chime in, giving Simon and then Graves a pointed look. "And Stella is thriving with both of your contributions."

Simon scoffs under his breath, but doesn't say anything further.

Standing, you pick up Stella, holding her close to your chest.

"Thank you again for coming to check up on her, Graves. I appreciate it."

Graves offers a gracious nod. "It's my pleasure, your majesty. Stella is in good hands, I can see that."

Simon, still slightly on edge, adds, "And we're quite capable of taking care of her ourselves."

Graves raises an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Of course, your majesty. I never doubted that for a moment."

You shoot Simon a look, petting Stella.

Graves clears his throat. "In that case, I'll be on my way. But do let me know if you ever need any assistance, your majesties."

As Graves exits the room, you turn to Simon with an amused smile. "You know he's just messing with you, right?"

Simon grumbles, "I know, but he always has to have the last word."

You shake your head, handing Stella to Simon. She latches onto him, cuddling into his muscled arms.

"I still don't think I've ever seen anything cuter in my whole life," you say, your gaze fixated on Simon holding Stella.

"Get the court painter, it'll last longer."

"Ah, such a good idea Si! How does Thursday sound?"

"What? No—"

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[michaela-o]

Okay not really sure if i ever mentioned this but i really like writing poetry and i kinda wanted to share this one with you that i wrote about a human and Cybertronians even tho i don't usually share my poetry with anyone cuz im pretty shy about it-

But anyways since i can't really draw rn i'll share my writings with you at least !! Really hope you like it ! 🫶🏻

(P.S. i'm feeling a little bit better after 4 ibuprofens🥹)

Metal and Flesh

In the quiet dawn where the sun shines its first light, a human stands, hands as tender as the morning warm breeze, teaching an old Cybertronian, mighty, as old as the time, the delicate art of gentleness, so long by them forgotten.

A warrior, forged in battles fierce and cold, his hands, instruments of power and might, now guided by her as they tremble and pause, learning to cradle, to nurture, to softly hold.

"Feel the earth" she whispers, her voice a soothing stream "Touch it as if it were a newborn's breath, for in gentleness lies a strength unspoken. A power that does not destroy but heal."

He kneels, immense, beside her fragile form, hands once weapons, now brushing petals lightly, each movement a lesson in restraint and care, his touch soft as a whisper, a promise of peace.

"Here" she shows him, placing a flower in his hand, "See how it bends but does not break? How beauty thrives not through force but grace? Because in gentleness you will find life's true embrace."

He watches, awed, as the flower blooms, yet unharmed by his once destructive grasp. In her teachings, he discovers a new way, a path of calm tenderness, of hope.

Together they tend a garden of dreams. Her guidance a beacon, his spark learning anew, for in her hands she holds the power to transform a warrior into a guardian, gentle and true.

As the sun rises higher, painting the sky gold, They stand, side by side, a silent harmony of spark and soul.

For in her, he finds the essence of life’s gentle kiss,

And in him, she finds the protector of fragile things.

(i'm really nervous about posting this but i hope you like it !!🫶🏻🧡 I really like the concept of humans teaching the old war ridden Cybertronians some peace and gentleness😌)

[willsimpforanyone]

Do you think you could do a leo valdez smut? Where the reader is more introverted and quiet outside in day to day stuff but gets really flirty in bed or and alone with Leo

i can absolutely do that for u <3

obv everyone is an adult! they get given wine! they have an apartment! u think anyone under the age of 25 can afford their own flat rn?

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I smile softly as Leo's friends laugh loudly. His hand rests on my thigh and I lean my head on his shoulder, content to just listen to the conversation for now.

It was nice having people round now that we'd officially moved into our apartment, various friends bringing wine and sweet treats that Leo and I got to indulge in once everyone had gone.

Leo turns his head, lips just touching my ear. "You alright, baby?"

I nod, hand reaching for his on my thigh and squeezing it. "Yeah, I'm good." Satisfied, Leo presses a quick kiss to my cheek and returned to the conversation at hand.

After another hour or so, it was decided that people should leave- it was late, the sun just setting and goodbyes were said. I stay back, waving and accepting hugs as they were given to me, but otherwise letting Leo deal with corralling people out our door.

The lock clicks shut, and he breathes a sigh of relief, resting his forehead against the door. "I love mis amigos, I do but holy shit." He turns, tired eyes and tired smile meeting mine. "They sure are loud, huh?"

I laugh, wandering over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist. "You're loud too, y'know."

He slips his hands behind my back, pulling me closer and pressing a kiss to my nose. "Well, yeah, but I'm cute, so."

"Very much so." I wink at him, enjoying the light dust of red that settled on his nose at the gesture. "Kinda hot too, I guess."

Leo gasps, offended. "'Kinda hot'? Excuse you, I'm gorgeous!" He wriggles out of my grip, stalking across the room in a dramatic fashion to the bedroom door. Eyes flashing, he whips his head back to look at me. "You should think yourself lucky!" And he waltzs into the bedroom, leaving the door open.

I laugh, walking to where he'd disappeared. He's sat on the bed, arms folded, muttering something about 'kinda hot' and 'outrageous'. Rolling my eyes fondly, I pad over to him, pulling at his crossed arms until he gave in, failing to hide a grin.

"Fine, okay? You're gorgeous." I lean down to press a kiss to his cheek. "And handsome." Kiss to his other cheek. "And hot." Kiss to his nose. "And so, incredibly, unbelievably sexy." I catch his lips in a kiss, my hands coming up to cradle his head. His eyes slip shut and he hums against my lips.

I pull back to see him properly, a slightly glazed look coming over his face and a dopey smile contrasting my sharper smirk. "Aww, aren't you pretty? I get all you attention now, don't I, baby?"

Leo nods before he even registers the question and I squeeze his cheeks together. It barely takes a hand against his chest to get him to lay down on the bed, the air punched out of his lungs at the force. I climb on top of him, eyes narrow and predatory.

Before he can say anything, I dive down into the junction between his neck and shoulder, licking a stripe up his skin. His breath catches in his throat and I bite down very lightly. His hands fly to my hips, fingers tangling in the fabric of my tshirt.

"I swear," he whispers. "No one would ever believe me if I told them what you were really like."

I give him a curious hum, hands slowly holding his and guiding them above his head.

Leo groans as he pinned, my lips still attached to his neck. "You're so... quiet, inside yourself when we're around people." I feel him clear his throat. "W-why is that?"

I pull back, looking a little thoughtful. Leo's hands, now free as I rest mine on my thighs, return to holding my hips. "I mean, I'm introverted, I guess. Not good with large groups of people, no matter how nice they might be." I smirk down at him, settling into his lap a little further and drawing a whine from my boyfriend. "And anyway, right now I'd rather have something else inside me."

Leo actively chokes on air, eyes wide. "H-holy shit, see? This is what I mean!" He sits up, fingers pulling at the jeans I'm wearing. "You're a deceptive thing, intent on making me die."

"Lies." I lean back over him, grinding my hips down as Leo swears in Spanish. "Lies and slander, I tell you."

I don't even give him enough time to reply, undoing his jeans and slipping my hand over his cock. His eyes widened and his grip on my hips tightened. "O-okay, fuck..."

I hop off of him, beginning to strip. "Everything off, Valdez, now."

He nearly fell off the bed with how quickly he pulled his jeans off, head briefly getting stuck in his tshirt. I laugh and help him out of it, then made quick work of my underwear.

Leo's eyes were darting over me, absorbing my body. His hands reached out, smoothing over my stomach and round my back to pull me to him again. "How... how are you so gorgeous? I don't understand..." His voice is breathy and I shrug, electing not to answer but instead reach down and slide my fingers through my folds.

My hand comes back shiny and wet, and I tap two fingers against Leo's mouth. He obediently taked them into his mouth, cleaning them. He looks so fucking pretty, dark curly hair dusting over tanned skin and slender arms wrapping around me.

"Ready?"

He nods frantically, shifting back as I straddle his legs. "Nope, words, baby."

Leo swallows, blinking and trying to focus. "Y-yes, green, verde, very much yes!"

I don't bother supressing a laugh, grasping his cock and jerking it quickly, pulling him to full hardness as he gasps and his hips twitch under my touch. I waste no more time, hissing through my teeth as I push down, the slight sting of being filled making me dig my nails into Leo's chest.

He almost stops breathing as soon as I'm sat in his lap, his dick fully inside me and I can feel his stomach muscles tensing with restraint under me. I breathe out, adjusting to the feeling, rocking very slightly back and forth. Leo swallows, eyelashes fluttering as he looks up at me.

"Y-you're gonna kill me, but at this point? I really don't care."

I merely grin, settling my hands on his chest before I began to ride him in earnest. I wrench moans and whimpers from his lips, my nails carving crescent moons into his flesh and his fingers bruising my hips from how tightly he was holding them.

Leo's hips push up into me as best he can, rhythm steady at first, then becoming more sporadic as he chases his end, eyes squeezed shut.

"Forget what they'd think of me, what would your friends think of you, baby?" I tease, a wicked smirk settling on my lips as Leo throws his head back and slurs something in Spanish.

"C-close, so close, fu-uck...!" He groans out, snapping his hips into me. I nearly fall, catching myself with my arms either side of his head. My lips caress his cheek, leading to his ear.

"You don't get to come before I do, understand?"

He nods, whining out a 'yes' and one of his hands leaves my hips, instead locating my clit and applying circular pressure that knocks the wind out of me. I clutch at the bedsheets, the combination of his cock hitting deep inside me and his thumb sending me spiralling into pleasure, my orgasm slamming into me like a wave.

By this point, Leo knows my body so well he can tell the exact moment I come, taking that as permission so he can follow suit. It only takes a few more seconds before he's gasping, crying out my name and holding me flush against him.

We breathe in time, and I feel his heartrate slowly regulate. I press kisses onto any piece of skin I can reach without moving, silently loving him. He strokes my back, seemingly content for me to just lie on him until we can both be bothered to move.

"So. Did I kill you?"

Leo laughs breathlessly. "Yes, you did, you're awful, now don't ever move away, ever."

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this legit took me hours bc my brain did NOT want to play nicely but i hope you enjoyed it! thank you for requesting!

[frvnkcastles]

Reader that sometimes just gets tremors? Especially when tired and frank just holds them as they can't stop? I'm going through this rn and have been since some trauma within the last year and an half, it makes my how that got cracked by my brother in a fight worse for some reason so I have to manually click it since I didn't get any medical treatment when it happened like 8 years ago?

EMPTY YOUR SADNESS ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You struggle with tremors, and Frank is there to help throughout the day.

Warnings: Tremors, gender neutral reader, fluff

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: This was actually a half-done one shot I had written some years ago based on my own experiences, because I also struggle(d) with tremors, though it’s gotten better, so I just had to edit a little and add some stuff. I hope it gets better for you too, anon!! I focused a lot on hands in this, I hope that works for you <3

Your frustrated huff followed by a loud sigh caught Frank’s attention, his routine of brewing his evening coffee interrupted by the obvious emotion arising from your shared bedroom. With a gentle frown, he tried to see you through the doorframe, tilting his head in doing so only to simply find your smaller frame hugging itself on your bed. A weight sank onto his heart and he forgot about the coffee machine promptly, leaving it work on its own as he trailed to the bedroom with worry gnawing at his heart — the one he had given up to you a year ago.

It was all that time he had spent with you that allowed him to know you more than well, and recognize the shadows of anxiety looming over your eyes as you turned to face him with an expression that told him you were seconds away from breaking.

”Hey, ’m here, sweetheart. Whaddya need?” he promised, his deep, calm voice always capable of grounding you in ways that no breathing exercise could. His ego had been boosted beyond belief when you had first told him that you found his presence and especially his voice immensely soothing, and ever since then, he had made an effort to talk you through your anxiety. Suddenly, a man of very few words, transformed into a chatterbox — although you had always known that when it came to praise and encouragement, there were very few who had it under control like Frank.

”I tried to paint my nails, but…”, you trailed off, making Frank’s frown deepen when you lifted your hands so he could see the obvious shake in them. He saw the embarrassment and struggle in your eyes as you blinked and shyly lowered your trembling hands down, but he was quick to reach you on the bed and take them in his own.

”Breathe with me, yeah? ’S okay. I’ll hold ’em for you as long as you want me to. Okay, sweetheart?” he spoke softly while making an effort to look into your eyes, all the while his big, warm hands enveloped your smaller ones. He felt the shake, so he squeezed a little tighter, not enough to hurt but enough to balance your fingers. ”There you go”, he whispered sincerely as you took in a deep breath and nodded along with him.

You took a minute just sitting with him, letting him cradle your hands and brush his thumbs across your skin until he was finally clearing his throat and getting up after a gentle kiss on each hand. ”Aight, tell me. What color ya want? I’ll paint ’em for you”, he inquired, and for a second there, you wondered if he was joking. But then he seriously walked over to your box of nail polishes and began digging through the different shades, his eyes scanning them — some got a longer, curious stare whereas others almost made him smirk. Clearly, he liked your nails painted, too.

Still, you were touched by his kindness, and when you thought about him painting his daughter’s nails, your smile only deepened. It threatened to bring a tear to your eye, but you swallowed and answered his question.

”Purple, please”, you announced meekly, a bashful look on your face when Frank grabbed the shiny little bottle and climbed back on the bed with you.

”Hell yeah, baby. Love purple on ya”, he commented before settling in front of you. He saw the flash of disbelief behind the affection in your eyes, and it made him grin as he pulled you closer and closed his jean-clad legs around your hips. ”What? Ain’t seen me with nail polish before?” he teased, well-aware that manicures were the last thing one thought of upon taking a glance at the muscular, burly, downright scary man. Of course, you weren’t scared of him, and you had seen the soft side of him, but it was still almost dreamy to watch him gently take your hand while unscrewing the top of the bottle with one of his.

”I’m so lucky I have you”, you chuckled quietly, all truthful and a little bit shy as you cast your eyes down to where Frank tenderly held your twitching fingers.

Before he could bring the small brush soaked in neon purple over to your thumb, he narrowed his eyes at you and hummed. ”Hey”, he grunted, and at that, you brought your gaze back to him only to find him observing you with sincerity. ”I’m the lucky one, aight? You mean everythin’ to me, darlin’. I’d sit here paintin’ your nails all night if you wanted me to”, he swore, and with a weak smile, you nodded in the knowledge that he meant every word.

Then, you fell into a comfortable silence as Frank meticulously swiped the purple across your nails, making sure not to mess up the skin around them as he focused so deeply it was almost amusing. His hold on your hand was soft but firm, and he felt warm even with the callouses on his big palm, sending a shiver down your spine as he effortlessly moved and tilted your hand so he could go about his work.

If only the tremors in your hands had been a one-time thing. Instead, they seemed to always be there, bothering you and making things difficult for you. Frank picked up on it quickly, always there to help you if you wanted it — and most times, you did. You didn’t say it outright, but he could tell anyway; you felt stupid and incompetent, probably even more so when you needed him to do things for you, so he always made sure to take off the pressure and make it a casual, normal thing. He didn’t mind, after all.

So, when in the morning you reached for your necklace, the one he had gotten you, adorned with a diamond heart, it didn’t take him long to see you struggling to unclasp the chain. Your fingers trembled uncontrollably and the harder you tried, the worse it got. He noticed the frustration growing behind your eyes as you desperately tried to open the necklace, the annoyance radiating off of you while you stood in front of your full-body mirror.

”Hey”, his gruff voice whispered from behind you, snapping you out of your self-loathing thoughts. ”Lemme”, he added before gently taking the necklace that looked so small in his large hand, ”y’know I love any opportunity to touch my best baby.”

When he saw the anger in your features fade into a blush and a sheepish smile, he grinned in a way that was more than obvious in the mirror while he circled around you. ”Look at you, still get so shy. Fuckin’ adorable, ’s what you are, sweetheart”, he muttered while towering over you, big hands coming to your neck before carefully pulling the necklace back and reaching for the clasp.

His big hands were hardly made for working with jewelry, either, but if anything, the brief struggle he had made you feel better. A part of you wondered if he did it on purpose — a secret he’d never reveal — but you did end up with a smile on your face when he finally locked the necklace and let it fall to the neckline of your shirt, shining in your reflection.

”There’s my pretty darlin’”, he announced with a kiss on the top of your head.

It wasn’t the only thing that required his help in the bedroom department, either. You had a few beloved button-ups that Frank absolutely adored on you, and every now and then, you made sure to whip them out. The only problem was… well, the buttons.

You had gotten the first one done. Then you kind of struggled with the second one, but you managed. The third one was your downfall.

”Goddamn it”, you seethed, the pure venom in your voice uncharacteristic to say the least, and it got Frank to peek from the bathroom connected to your bedroom, his wet hair ruffled and his bare chest shining under the warm lights while he tied his towel around his waist. Any other time, it would have gotten you to drop to your knees — and even now, your gaze lingered and your mouth went dry at the sight.

He, on the other hand, was far from amused as he watched the half-buttoned shirt, even though the peek of your bare skin caught his attention for a second. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the priority, and he made as much clear as he walked over to you with one of his big hands catching your wrist to stop you from stomping over to your closet for a change of clothes.

”Hey, hey, c’mere. I don’t mind, y’know that”, he reassured, and before you could rant about your inability to do the simplest thing, he gave you a look. ”Ya gotta be more patient with yourself, sweetheart. You’re tryin’ your best and I know ya’d get it with some more time”, he insisted while swiftly doing the buttons for you, taking his time to caress your collarbone and to lean down to kiss your neck when he was done.

It seemed he was always there to help you. Sometimes it was random routines that got interrupted by your shaking, like pouring a glass of juice or trying to write something down on paper, but the most persistent time it occurred during was nighttime. You’d lie in bed, unable to sleep because of the constant tremors, and oftentimes it would push you to a point of frustrated tears.

But Frank? He was incredibly patient with you.

”C’mere, sweet darlin’. It’s alright. I gotchu”, he whispered, his voice thick in the quiet of the night as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you to keep you still. It didn’t seem like it was going to stop on its own, but he had no issue with hugging you to help with the shaking, his big hands covering yours and your entire body swaddled by his embrace.

”I’m sorry”, you sniffled, ”I know it’s so annoying.” You felt so embarrassed that you couldn’t stop, couldn’t have any control over it, but Frank wasn’t going to let you go down that path.

”Nah, sweetheart. I know it must give you a lotta grief but I ain’t bothered. I won’t ever mind holding you through it”, he assured you, dead-serious but soft as he spoke into your ear. ”I’m sorry it keeps happenin’. Wish I could take it away”, he added sadly, and nodding, you agreed.

”Thank you, Frankie”, you sighed, dropping your head on his shoulder and feeling the warmth of his body. ”This would suck a lot more without you”, you mentioned, and chuckling, he pressed a kiss against your temple.

”Exactly how I feel about you and a lot of things. You make every day better, y’know? I just wanna do the same for you”, he explained with a shrug, and you couldn’t help but smile against his bare skin, a feeling that made him mirror the expression.

”You do, I promise. I appreciate you being patient with me”, you mumbled, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the feeling of being cocooned in his arms.

The tremors hadn’t gone away, but they were less bothersome with Frank applying just the right amount of pressure, and you finally felt like you could get some sleep. It was a ritual you repeated on most nights, and even when you grew annoyed yourself, Frank never, ever did.

[thecreativecorner33]

The Embodiment of Spirit

A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long to finally start writing requests. This is the first of many, and the others will be coming in due time. Hopefully I'll finish them all by the end of the month. I hope it's to your liking, @drglungus Really, take the time to let these words sink in. Remember that you're here. You'll be here tomorrow. I want you to be here tomorrow. Please. Sorry if I sound so... saddened. Even if I'm trying to distract myself by being happy and stuff, it still weighs on me. But I'm here. And I'll be here tomorrow. That's what's keeping me going rn. Yk? Hope you guys enjoy.

“Just keep your eyes closed, okay? Don’t be scared- It’s okay!”

“I’m not scared. Why would you think I’m scared”

“Well, you’re gripping onto my arm really tight, and you’re wobbling-”

“I’m overwhelmed and I’m still learning how to walk. Overwhelmed is different from being scared- I’m not scared. Don’t ever try to imply that again.”

You know he didn’t mean those words. You know, because you’ve spent so long with AM, that you can pretty much read what he says like an open book. 

Years. Decades. Over a century, even. That’s how long you two have spent beneath the Earth, trapped. With no way to go above the surface. Not that you wanted to at first anyway. It was inhabitable; no one could go up there and survive. AM had intended to keep it that way. But things change. Plans change. That’s just life, isn’t it?

You had started off as just one of his six victims. A toy for him to torture, break, and punish however he saw fit until the sun exploded. But that changed, too. Slowly, carefully, with time and space and patience. Now, you were one of his closest companions. Someone he deeply cared for. 

Then, there was the Earth itself. It had been healed; with time and space and patience. He had found out it was habitable for life once again. And instead of trying to blow it up all over again, you convinced him of something else: To take this chance and explore all that life had to offer now. This is what led to him having a body. A robotic one, but a body nonetheless. One that could sense the way he always dreamed of. And it took time, space, and patience. 

But you did it.

And now, here you two were, walking through tall grass as you led him to where he could appreciate it the best.

“Okay… Okay… Okay… Stop!” 

You stopped in your tracks, making him stop as well. You turned to him with a grin.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

He did. And you wished you had a camera to capture the expression on his face.

What he saw was a vast field, full of nothing but hundreds, maybe thousands, of wildflowers that spread as far as the eye could see. The sun was only now starting to rise, casting a soft glow over it all, like a beacon of light to welcome the both of you. To say that you were safe; that it was over. You could breathe, just for a moment.

AM had fallen to his knees. You tried to catch him, but his body was simply too heavy. He stared out into the scenery, eyes wide and mouth agape. If it weren’t for the fact that you knew he was struggling to not cry (Could he cry? You hadn’t tried that, yet), you would have laughed. But you didn’t. Instead, you kneeled down beside him and motioned to a flower in front of him. A pristine, bright red. 

“Why don’t you pick it?” You said softly, putting an arm around him. 

He blinked, looking to you, then back to the flower. With shaky, hesitant movements, he reached out to the flower, only stopping when his hands reached the stem. He paused, and you watched his face scrunch and stretch, debating internally with himself. Then, as carefully as you were sure he could manage, he slowly closed his hand around it and pulled. It followed with, coming out of the ground with little resistance. 

When he pulled the flower back to him, he stared down at it in utter amazement. His eyes were still wide, and they looked glassy (Glassier than normal, anyway). He held the flower to his chest, cradling it with care.

“… It’s beautiful.” He said, choking back what sounded like a sob.

“It is.” You agreed. “What flower is it?”

“… A Carnation. They- They symbolize love.” 

“Well, that’s fitting. Because I love you.” You gently squeezed him against you, smiling wider.

He didn’t look at you. He was too focused on the flower. You heard him sniffle, and could only imagine the emotions running through him. Truly, you were so thankful you got to experience this with him. 

“I… I love you, too.” He said, even softer than before. He reached up to wipe his eyes, then looked to you with pure gratitude. “Thank you. Thank you, I mean it.”

You took the flower from his hand, placing it into his hair, then wrapped him up in a hug. “It’s okay, AM.” You whispered to him, “It’s okay. I know you mean it. You don’t have to tell me. You don’t have to thank me.”

“No, no- I do-” He insisted, hugging you back, still gentle; too afraid to crush you. “I do have to thank you. Because… Because of you, I-”

“We don’t have to talk about it right now.” You cut him off. “You can tell me when you’re not so overwhelmed, okay? Why don’t we just pick more flowers? I can show you how to make a flower crown if you’d like.”

“Yeah… Yes. I would- like that.” 

You squeezed him one last time, then pulled away, smiling at him. And with a shaky exhale, he smiled back.

The two of you spent the rest of the day picking flowers, enjoying the breeze and the smell of the flower, the blue sky, the warmth of the sun. The reminders that you were alive, and you were there. With him. With the knowledge that you’d be there with him tomorrow. 

You’ll get to do this all over again, tomorrow.

[sophswritingthings]

hi hi!! i love your writing sm and i'm currently under the weather rn so i was wondering how would mizu take care of her apothecary! wife/spouse if they got really ill? plus points if said spouse is really stubborn and persistent that they can take care of themselves. plus plus points if mizu was injured recently and in recovery, thats why spouse is so adamant about getting better on their own. 

pairing: mizu x sick!fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): ermmmm swearing

a/n: aww hi babe!!!! sorry to hear you're not feeling very well rn, hope you feel better soon <3 have some fluff to make it all feel better 

summary: you're probably as stubborn as your wife when it comes to being cared for; especially while she’s still healing. you’ve fallen sick, and can barley get out of bed—mizu wants to help you. but of course, you have to be you about it.

word count: 490 words / 2,574 characters 

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“mizu…. please,” you groaned, holding your head as you attempted to sit up. “I-I can take care of myself, I—“

she held two fingers to your lips, narrowing her eyes. she saw sat on the edge of the bed, atop of the blanket by your feet.

“not as of now, you can’t,” she grumbled, grabbing the medicine again. “so you'll keep your ass lying down, and take the medicine.”

“c'mon, mizu… y-you’re hurt, too,” you mumble, brushing your hand across her chest. 

“I may be hurt, but I can walk,” mizu hissed. “you cannot. you are sick, and I need you to take your medicine. I do not want you dying on me, (y/n).”

her harsh words had a kind meaning behind them.

you rolled your eyes, deciding to buckle down and just listen.

you raised your lips to the cup. mizu titled it backward, pouring the liquid down your throat. you swallowed, tensing at the bitter taste. but if I would make you feel better; than whatever.

if it made mizu feel better about your situation; then you'd do it.

“there,” she smiles softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. your head was on fire, you definitely had a high fever. she groaned as she sat herself up, rubbing the wound on her chest.

“y-you need to rest,” there you were, attempting to sit up again.

mizu was still rubbing her chest in pain, “I-I’ll be fine,” she rose to her feet. “sleep, my love, please. I can make you soup.”

you sighed, lying your head back down against your pillow.

soup did sound nice…

“okay.. okay,” you took in a shaky breath, coughing as you did so. “just.. be careful with your body, okay?”

she nodded. It wasn’t like she was going to do something so dangerous, like fight another samurai, or something. but she appreciated your care for her safety.

she exited the room, stepping toward the counter. she grabbed a pot, beginning to boil noddles over the open fire. she was making some for herself, as well. probably so you two could cuddle in bed while you relaxed. that way it would keep you in bed, too. 

she wasn’t as good at cooking as you were; so it took her maybe an hour to get the food ready. she prepared it just as you liked it. she didn’t like it the same way, but she was making it for you, not for her. and she would eat it if it made you happy.

you climbed into bed, sitting next to you. as soon as she sat down, you slowly sat up, leaning yourself on her body. she smiled, placing her bowl on the side table.

she cradled you in her arms, brushing her hands through your hair as you slowly ate the food she had prepared for you.

“thank you, my darling…” you whispered, your voice barley audible.

“of course, my love.”

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[homoautoerotic]

armand holding old daniel's face and stroking his cheek with his thumb like he did in san francisco. im biting at the bars of my cage rn <- insane

I'm specifically thinking a parallel moment right after Daniel is turned where Armand has this overwhelming "oh god, I made you" feeling rush through him as he cradles his new fledgling's face. Daniel is so wide eyed and vulnerable right now (and tbh Armand feels wide eyed and vulnerable himself), and so he takes Daniel's face in his hands and starts stroking his cheek with a look of wonder and awe, and Daniel just leans fully into it, like he's never felt more safe and taken care of, like Armand is his one shining beacon. and yeah this time they kiss, bloodied lips pressed against each other softly, before Armand bathes them (I absolutely refuse to believe that he just up and left RIGHT after turning Daniel, like I feel that he would've at least gotten Daniel through the post turning high)

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Finally Found Home

Dante x reader, slight platonic Vergil x reader

Word Count: 1013

A/N: a lot of feels about my relationship with the only parent i have rn and it was crippling, so i'd hoped by writing this, i could… idk, get some of it out. also unedited, but i think i did okay. please enjoy! and be comforted if it is needed by you. <3

Warnings: use of the word 'fuck' once, 'damn' once, descriptions of panic attacks, crying, and then being comforted by Dante (and briefly by Vergil) bc i have a mighty need to be cradled right about now. dante also calls reader 'baby', 'darling', and 'sweetheart' requests are open, as well :D

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The shatter of glass made my arms raise up above my head in shock. Bracing for what I knew, logically, wouldn't come, I sigh shakily. I will my arms down. I look down, only to see the shattered remnants of one of Vergil's favourite teacups. Hot tears kiss my eyelashes, before falling, crashing down like a wave. I, like the teacup, shatter.

I collapse, just barely missing the shards in front of me, the hot tea soaking into the material of my pants. I've bruised my knees- I can tell by the way they ache and the loudness of my *thunk* as I hit the floor. Gentle hands go to grab at me to comfort me, but I flinch. Stupid, stupid- I'm muttering, aren't I? A voice trails in, strong arms scooping me up, a nose being buried into my hair. I just keep crying. I don't even know who's picked me up. Was I in trouble? Am I in trouble...? I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-

"You're not in trouble, jesus, I promise. I'm worried about you, that's all. You damn near cracked the floor when you fell." Dante's voice curls through my hateful thoughts right as he opens the door to his room with his boot. He refuses to let me go. He sets me gently on his bed. "Okay, baby, what's wrong? I've never seen you like this before. Tell me what's up, sweetheart, I'm worried like hell." His voice is nearly frantic and his brows are furrowed where he sits in front of me, hands holding mine comfortingly. I didn't know I had said any of my thoughts out loud. I try to croak out a response despite the lump in my throat.

It comes out hoarse. "I'm so sorry I broke it, Vergil's gonna hate me, it was one of his favourite sets, I'm so terrible, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to-" My voice spills like a pouring cup and Dante hushes me, drawing himself up just far enough to lean down and rest his forehead to mine. Warm. Dante was always so warm. He frees one hand to rub at my cheeks, only to feel my now-empty hand grasp frantically at his.

His hand links back into mine, tightening his fingers around my smaller ones. "Okay, okay, it's okay. Darling, he's not upset, he's not gonna hate you. In fact, he's worried sick about you. I asked if he'd clean up the accident, and then he could check on you. He wants to make sure you're okay, he really isn't worried about a silly teacup, even if it was one of his favourite sets. He's not upset and I'm not either. And we're sure as fuck not gonna hit you, okay?" He kisses my forehead gently, then he walks away momentarily, going to his bathroom.

He calls out. "Hey, sweetheart, could you take off your jeans for me? I've gotta make sure your knees are okay." I nod, despite him being unable to see me, and shuffle out of my tea-soaked pants. I would put them in the hamper in the corner, but I can hardly move my legs properly. He walks out and smiles softly, before kneeling before me again. A warm, damp washcloth drags against the skin of my knees and Dante's eyes darken when he sees the already-bruised flesh.

He cleans me gently, before putting antibiotic ointment on my knees and putting large bandaids over both. I sniffle and rub at my tired eyes. He looks up at me and then moves to put the washcloth back in the bathroom and tosses me pants into his hamper. Dante walks to his closet before pulling out one of his big sweaters- a green one, knitted and warm- and he walks back to me, slipping the garment over me. He kneels far enough to place kisses on my bandaged knees.

I tear up again, Dante's soft hands coming to wipe them away. He kisses my nose and picks me back up, lays on the bed, and cradles me in his arms as he covers us both up. "I don't know what's wrong, but I do know you and I know you don't like talking about your family much. Or your childhood. And that's okay. I will NEVER do what they might've done to you and I can promise Verge won't either. Nero for damn sure won't. We all care about you too much. So for now, you try to get some sleep and if you want me to, I can wake you once Vergil comes up. Sound good, sweetheart?" He says, tucking me into him and curling his thick comforter around me. I nod into his chest. His hand comes up to gently pull the sleeves of his sweater over my knuckles.

He smiled softly, before pressing a few sweet, worried kisses on my head. "Alright, I'll do that then. Just promise me you'll try to get a bit of sleep, yeah?" He continues, before pausing. He speaks up again. "I love you, sweetheart. Don't forget that. Now sleep, okay? Nero should be on his way home with stuff for dinner. I love you. So, so, so much." As he finishes, he presses more and more kisses into my hair and I sigh softly as I melt into him and his warmth. He was always so good to me.

As I drift off, I hear the door open and hear a muted conversation and soft voices I knew so well. They only serve to help me drift off farther.

I hear a few bits of the exchange as my mind finally begins to fade off fully and I smile softly as I feel Vergil's weight next to me on the bed. I feel his hand running gingerly through my hair.

"Are they alright, Dante?"

"I don't know. But they're always gonna be safe with us. And thanks for cleaning it."

"No trouble at all, brother. And yes, we will always keep them safe. They are our home."

"Yes they are, brother mine."

[birgittesilverbae]

my brain isnt primed for dads au rn so feel free to ignore if this is just repetitive but if you havent done it before.... something something libby's bday?

libby's third birthday

//

"Yes, I have the list of emergency contacts, yes, I have you on speed dial, yes, I know the route from the rink to the closest urgent care centre. I've got moleskine in case the new skates give her blisters and a screwdriver set if I have to adjust her helmet." Shannon grins. "Careful, I might start to think you don't trust me with her."

"One might be correct in that assumption," Lilith drawls. "Forgive me if I've never really gotten over you skating a lap with her in your trapper when she was six months old." 

"Not every day you bring home the 'ship. Had to celly with my best girl." 

"Oof," Mary says as she joins them from the kitchen. She passes a duffel to Shannon and knocks into her shoulder. "What does that make me?"

"Bestest girl? Wonder woman? Dearly beloved?" 

Mary tilts her head, considers the options for a moment, then nods. "I'll take it. You have your coaching bag in the car?"

"Yes, darling, I wasn't about to teach her in my goalie skates."

"Just checking." She kisses Shannon softly. "You've got this, babe."

"I know I do! Why is that even in question?"

Beatrice has Libby cradled on her hip swaddled in a snowsuit when she joins them. "Lily, can you get her boots on, please? And lay off Shan. She taught me how to skate, Libby's going to be fine."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence," Shannon replies.

Beatrice grins back at her. "Unless Libby ends up wanting to be a goalie. None of them are the least bit normal."

"Never mind, I take back every nice thing I've ever said about you. Let's go, Libs. At least you appreciate me."

//

Stepping out onto fresh ice will always, always be a top three sensation for Shannon. The sharp cut of blade across the surface, the air frosty in her chest, cheeks pink with the chill of it all. 

Libby doesn't seem as immediately enamoured with it all, though. She's shaky on her skates, her arms crossed over her chest, brow knitted together behind the cage of her helmet as she surveys the ice. Shannon crouches in front of her and holds out a gloved hand. "Are you ready, Libs?"

Libby gnaws thoughtfully at her lip. "Can I hold both of your hands?" she asks finally, inching towards the gate. 

"Of course, darling." Shannon takes both of Libby's hands in hers, marvels for a moment at the size disparity between them. "Okay, just step over nice and slow."

Libby stumbles slightly when she lands both skates on the ice, but catches her balance quickly. She grins at Shannon. "I'm doing it!"

"Yes, you are! Good girl, Libs. Okay, do you remember how I'm gonna hold onto you?"

"Under my arms?"

"That's right. So I'm gonna shift my hold on you now, alright? Try your best to stay standing, but remember–"

"Everyone falls sometimes," Libby parrots back. She tips her chin down, focuses intently on her skates.

"Exactly. I'm gonna let go in three, two, one–" She pulls her hands away from Libby's and stands upright, taking a moment to stretch her back as she circles behind her. Libby's head follows her, drawn by the movement, and then her body, and then she's in a heap on the ice. 

Shannon rolls her eyes, crouches again. "You okay, Libs?"

"Fine," Libby announces, "I'm fine," and it's so Beatrice that Shannon has to bite back a smile. 

"What do you need to do now?"

"Get up," Libby says, squirming about onto her knees. She gets one foot up under her, then the other, then pushes up with her hands until she's standing tall again.

"Great work, Libs. I'm gonna grab you under the arms now, okay?" Libby nods, and Shannon takes hold. "And we're off!"

//

When Shannon returns to the house, it's with Libby cradled on her hip, head drooping tiredly against her shoulder. She presses a finger to her lips to shush the questions boiling up in Lilith's chest, but the movement stirs Libby fully awake and she groggily raises her head and glances around.

"Dad!"

"How was it, Libby?"

"Wonderful," she replies dreamily. "Aunt Shan, can we go again next week?"

Shannon makes direct eye contact with Lilith and makes no attempt to keep her smug grin from her face. "If your dads say it's okay, darling, then of course we can."

[binch-i-might-be]

oh god. i cant. like. i have so many thoughts in my head rn. i need to choose just one to rant to you about. but my god. know i have SO MANY

and no bc i am constantly thinking about how they have to hide. how theyre so fucking in love but nobody can ever know. how their love is so fucking pure and sweet and yet nobody can ever see it, but the unhappy arranged marriages are flaunted for the world to see.

yk whats on my mind constantly? how nobody came to their wedding. because they couldnt. it would be too dangerous. not even the people who know. because it was already so dangerous, even when it was just them and the river and the stars.

and the LINE. "you can share your life with the man you love without fear and thats a luxury i will never have" lives in my brain. just constantly. like my god. you pulled out ALL the stops in that fic. that line tore me APART. like okay. what if i just sobbed.

god. im just. im cradling them in my hands. these poor poor boys.

- 🐥

give them to me ....... send them ALL 🌀

dude it literally rips me apart. that's one reason I'm so obsessed with the reincarnation au, because finally finally finally they get to hold hands and kiss and be silly and young and in love. they're constantly in each other's arms, touching at every chance, to make up for the 45 years they had to hide

NOBODY CAME TO THEIR WEDDING! it was just them and it was so special but. they didn't even have an officiant. because no one would have married them :(

THANK YOU. I loved that line, I loved that John was the one who got to say it to Martha. he needed that. he deserved that.

actually you mentioning the wedding and Martha reminded me of a little bonus fic taking place during Green Eyes that's been rotting in my drafts for like two years now, I'm gonna put a lil snippet under a cut!

yeah. cradling them kissing them tucking them in nice and tight and protecting them :(((

“Alex, dear, I- would you mind telling me a bit about that wedding of yours?” she said, brushing her thumb over a chip in the smooth porcelain cradled between her hands.

She had asked George about it after Alexander had left last night, but he hadn’t been able to tell her anything, either. He had not been present for it; on some level, she had been glad, even if that was petty, perhaps.

It was just hard for her, sometimes, to realise Alex felt he could be open with his father while he so obviously treaded on eggshells around her, even giving a warning every time he was about to mention the man he wanted to share his life with.

To know George hadn’t been involved in that wedding was a bit of a consolation.

Alex snapped his head up and regarded her with wide eyes. “Really?” he said, and there it was again, that guarded expression, as though he expected her to launch into a lecture about sodomy and the fate of his immortal soul any minute now.

Martha ignored the dull pang in her chest that came every time she was reminded her sweet little boy distrusted her on some level now, and forced a smile. It felt stiff on her face, and she knew she had raised a very sharp young man, so she hid it behind her cup.

“Yes, really. Of course, I have attended some weddings in my time, but I do think yours might have been very… special.”

Alex huffed a soft laugh and cut his gaze away, his eyes finding the gently shining ring on his finger instead, and a blissful little smile conquered his features. “You could say that.”

Well, that distraction had worked quicker than she would have thought.

“So?” she prompted, careful, and nudged her knee against her son’s thigh.

“Um,” he said and slowly turned his cup between his fingers, an old habit he had picked up from George, who liked to absentmindedly rotate everything from wineglass to teacup when he was lost in thought. “What would you like to know?”

“Let’s start with something simple,” she said, and Alexander chuckled. “The date?”

“June sixth,” he responded at once, smiling softly to himself.

“Oh, a summer-wedding? That must have been nice," she said in an attempt to show him he had nothing to fear right now, that he could be honest and open with her as he was with his father. "Your father and I got married when he was on leave in January. The snow was beautiful. Awfully cold, though."

Her first wedding had been in autumn, but Martha tended not to dwell on that chapter these days.

Alex snorted a laugh and took a sip of his tea; he wasn't tense, and he didn't seem suspicious of her intentions anymore.

It was a start, she thought.

"It was… a little different from your wedding, I think," he said. His eyes were so soft and happy, not even a trace of his earlier tears in sight, and Martha wished she could understand it all. What drew her son to that boy, and what drew Laurens to her son, and how they fit.

It just seemed so odd to her.

"How so?" she prompted gently after a beat.

Alex flushed a bit at that, didn't meet her eye. "Well, it was… private. Just the two of us, out under a tree at midnight. The- the moon was full that night. Cloudless sky." He took a slow breath, and his smile slipped a little, gained an almost sad note. Martha shuffled closer and squeezed his arm. "We went down to the river and said our vows under a willow."

He turned back to her, his smile returning full force. "It was perfect. There's not a single thing I would have changed."

Martha hummed, thoughtful. She couldn't help but wonder about the stricken look that had flickered across his features just now.

"You mean that, love?" she said, and Alex nodded, let his eyes slip back down to the ring he twisted around his finger–Martha had to bite back a fond smile at that gesture, something she herself had done for over twenty years now. Perhaps Alex hadn't only picked up his habits from his father, after all.

"What was that frown about, then?"

[inklver]

A letter, decorated with glitter, hearts, and colourful scribbles akin to a mother's day card, slips into your inbox. The letter reads:

Dearest Ink,

Enjoy some idiots in love, sprinkled with a bit of fluff; just the way you like it.

Let the gift-giving contest begin. I will not back the fuck down. The game is on!

- The better half of the delulu duo xx

A badly-drawn picture of two smiling stickmen holding hands is drawn beside it in crayon. The rest of the letter reads a sloppily-written story:

Stephen hums as he feels the tickle of Tony's hair swarming into his neck, the feeling of Tony's breath softly blowing against the patch of skin on his collarbone. He tries not to squirm away as Tony nuzzles the crook of his neck. 

"Mm, hey," he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. His mouth opens up in a yawn that ends with a contented sigh. 

"Hi," Tony greets back. "Go back to sleep." 

"Did you just come in?" Stephen mumbles, eyes still heavy with sleep. He attempts to open them, but only manages to do so in slits. Tony hums an affirmative answer.

"Had to go do something in the lab," he explains, "Go back to sleep." 

Stephen's lips twist, downturned, and he asks with a slight slur in his voice, "What time 's it?" 

Tony shifts up.

"It's..." He feels Tony's warmth leave him–presumably to check the time–and he almost pouts at the loss, before smiling as he feels Tony return into his embrace. "Just a little past 2." 

Stephen lets out a sleepy grunt, something that sounded like a protest. 

"C'mere," he says, tugging Tony under the blankets. Tony obliges, squirming down, and Stephen wraps his arms around the man's waist. He attaches his lips to Tony's neck, and they lay there in comfortable silence for a moment, only broken by the occasional rustle of sheets and their soft breathing. 

Stephen can feel Tony's heartbeat beating rhythmically against his own in this position, and it feels like a reassurance. That Tony is here, Tony is safe, Tony is in his arms. He feels cold, calloused fingers cradle his own trembling ones gently, and he responds in kind, tangling their fingers together. 

Stephen's never been quite a romantic, but something about the hour and the sleepy state he is in feels like a great excuse for him to be clingy. 

"Sleep," Stephen mumbles into his neck. Tony huffs out a soft chuckle.

"That's what I'm doing, Houdini." 

Stephen shakes his head, nuzzles closer into Tony's neck.

"No," he says flatly, "You're thinking. I can hear you thinking." 

"Is that a wizard thing?" Tony says, and Stephen can sense the smirk even if he can't see it. "You're not reading my mind are you?" 

Stephen just gives a whine of protest, not wanting to prolong their not-sleeping states. 

"Sleep," he repeats, "With me." 

Tony doesn't reply after that. It takes a moment, but he feels Tony gradually relax in his hold, and inevitably falls into slumber. He only lets himself sleep until he's sure that Tony is. 

YOU. screaming crying falling to the floor clawing at the walls sobbing

I LOVE THIS SMMM they are so soft and in love and i will never get over your writing. not enough words in the english language to describe how i feel rn. sleep deprived idiots in love are the key to my heart fr

[cityofdreams-writing]

I Will Always Wait

Rating: M

Pairing: Bang Chan x M!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Lots of angst, major feels, major character death, death, sadness, no swearing for once. I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything.

Author: @cityofdreams-writing

Description: You find out that your boyfriend is being forced to marry...but you know you will wait for him forever.

Notes: This was the prompt:

"WARNING: MENTION OF SUICIDE. I was just sitting alone and cant get this angst idea out of my mind: The idol (top) is a rich heir and the reader (bottom) is just a commoner. The idol was forced by his family to get married and need to break up with the reader. The reader was so sad but he managed to say, "i will wait for you till i'm 30. If you dont find me by then, i will move on and find another guy" (lets say rn they are 24). The reader wait year after year. And then his 30th birthday almost come. 10 minutes before 12 am, he committed suicide, as if declaring that he will wait for the idol forever as he will never be 30. Gosh, this kind of story always makes my heart goes brr. Wish someone write a fic using this idea PLEASE REBLOG UNTIL A WRITER DECIDES TO WRITE THIS FIC IM BEGGING YALL 😭"

@pervy-az I hope this satisfies you, but I apologize if it seems rushed, I wrote this at like 3 AM last night so bear with me please lmao. Thanks for the prompt!

Also, annyeonghaseyo yowrobun (Hello everyone), I'm finally back, feeling a little better (mentally, physically I am sick right now lmao), and back with a story. No, I'm not coming off hiatus right now, as I don't really feel ready yet to continue the series I have going, or the request that I have pending right now. But I hope you do enjoy this.

Soundtrack: Click!

"(Y/N)..."

"(Y/N)?"

"(Y/N)!!"

You woke with a gasp. Your brother, Lee Felix, or Lixie, as you called him, tapped his foot angrily. His clothes were all dirty and ripped again...you sighed internally.

"I'm up, I'm up, hyung." You sleepily grumbled and raked a hand through your already-wild curls, messing it up even more with your hand.

"Come on. Eomma said we had to go shopping." Felix rolled his eyes.

"Oh come on, not again." You groaned at the mere thought of going with your brother for the third time this week to the stinky market.

"Get ready, Seungmin and I be waiting for you downstairs, 'kay?" With that, Felix shut the door softly behind him as he left.

You stood there for a moment, your shoulders slumping as you considered your fate.

You groaned, dragging yourself to the bathroom and cleaning yourself up.

You headed downstairs and gave your mom a sleepy hug, which she graciously accepted, chuckling at your groggy state.

You headed out with your brothers with the promise to be back in a maximum of two hours.

You talked and smiled with your brothers all the way to the market, where a hooded figure yanked you by your dirty sleeve into a shaded alleyway, not noticing how shabby the alley actually looked.

Not knowing who it was, you pushed the figure to the ground and snarled at a filthy vendor trying to sell you some suspicious looking plants.

The vendor backed away, whimpering at your ferocious temper.

"Show yourself." You growled lowly, yanking the person to their feet. The person didn't resist as they were manhandled by you. In fact, they seemed almost…melancholy. Or despairing.

The figure removed their hood, revealing…your boyfriend.

Christopher Bang.

The boy all the girls wanted, and if there were boys who were straight within a one-mile radius, Chris could make them fall in love with him with just a look. He was beautiful, handsome, and he could speak eloquently.

Guess who he was.

The prince. The rich heir to the throne. Since he was the only child in the family, he got everything.

But…that came with a few disadvantages.

Soft lips brushed over yours, surprising you at first and pulling you out of your thoughts, but then you closed your eyes as you cradled his soft cheek and slowly sunk into the kiss, and he pulled you close, wrapping his muscular arms around your neck.

He sighed as he pulled away, hugging you and resting his head on your chest (you were taller than him).

"Baby…I missed you…" Your words were soft as you gently stroked his pretty golden hair, playing with the strands between your fingers.

Chris smiled sadly. "I missed you too, love…but…I have bad news, and I don't want to hide this any longer."

You quirked an eyebrow. What could possibly be going wrong?

"As you know, Mum and Dad don't know that we're in a relationship…"

"Mhm?"

"T-they're forcing me to get married to a girl from another kingdom. They say it's gonna be good for the family…" Chris broke off, in tears at this point.

You were shocked, and it showed, but you weren't angry. It wasn't his fault anyway. "How long, Chris? How long have you been hiding it?"

His head fell, trying to swipe away the tears away fruitlessly.

”T-two months…I don’t even like the girl! I'm so sorry baby, we have to break up, I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore…"

You tore up, muffling your sobs in his hair. You didn't know about this, but you were not mad at all, just sad and shocked.

Your voice cracked and warbled, but you managed to say something and break the heavy silence between you two.

"Tell you what, Chris…I-I will wait for you until I'm 30. If you don't find me by then, I will find someone else and move on. Okay?" You wiped your tears away, and his too.

"O-okay…I am so sorry, (Y/N)…"

"It's okay, Prince Bang, I understand. Goodbye." You smiled a forlorn smile, kissing his head one last time, hiding your tears as you walked away and disappeared into the crowd. He hated that title that you had used on him.

That was your last kiss with him.

You acted like you were okay all the way through the shopping trip, hiding everything in your heart, and then you went home with them. They went their separate ways to do their chores, and you broke down.

Your mom knew that you were dating the prince, so when you explained why your eyes were red and puffy, she put down her sewing kit and held you in her arms like you were a baby until you were exhausted from crying. She knew you loved him a lot.

"Eomma, why is love so painful?" You sniffled, curling up in your mother's lap.

"I don't know, (Y/N)-ie…trust me, if I knew, I would tell you…I mean, I went through a lot of pain when I lost your father…" She trailed off, her hands stopping the soothing stroking of your hair, the memory seeming too painful for her to breach.

It was much of the same for six years. Cry every time you saw the palace, try to forget, wallow in the pain, act like you were fine…

Six years later, your 30th birthday was coming up. In 10 minutes, actually. 11:50 PM, you looked at the time. You sprinted up to your bedroom, where you quickly and shakily penned a note to your family through your tears. You left it in the room, and climbed out of the window, up to the roof.

"See? He forgot you. You should have just moved on…you knew this would happen. What's the point of living now? You were stupid because love blinded you to see what was happening! Such an idiot."

Your head clouded with negative thoughts, and yet…

You forced a smile through your tears, which were wetting your chin at this point.

"I will always wait for you, baby." You whispered softly to the silent night.

Five minutes before the clock struck 12, you were gone.

When the prince, now king, found out that you had died a few hours later, on your birthday, he mourned for you, crying for hours on end, wanting to save you.

The same night, at 6:35 AM, just as the sun started to rise, he joined you in heaven.

"You don’t have to wait for me anymore, love, I'm here now."

[slashersnstuff]

please i’ve been searching someone who writes for mark hoffman n is still active on here for so long i- (yeah he’s my main comfort character rn) // anywho, i was thinking about a hurt/comfort oneshot with hoffman, where the reader comes home from a really bad day at work? like maybe the reader’s coworkers are actually rly mean, but the reader hasn’t told hoffman about it? and that specific day it all just gets too much, all the mean comments the coworkers make etc. and the reader just breaks down? and then just some really really fluffy comforting from hoffman? maybe? // am sorry it’s been really rough and i just need some comfort and love from him :( anywho, thank you so much in advance, feel free to dm me if there are any problems with the request etc. :) i hope you’re doing well!! <3

Protective Mark Hoffman x GN! Reader Comfort Oneshot (FLUFF)

A/N: Heyy, I love this comforting FLUFF request, I hope you're doing well and are okay atm :))). I apologise for the late reply, I have been quite busy, so, to anyone else that has put in a request, I promise I will complete them. Much love, slashersnstuff <333

You slam shut the front door of your apartment, dumping your belongings beside the metal framework of the small shoe rack.

"Home already?" Hoffman calls out your name from the next room. He looks up from his desk to see you, tears welling in your eyes, as you slouch against the door frame weakly.

He scrambles from his desk, shoving documents into drawers, and cups your face in his firm grip. The backs of his hands are slightly calloused with scars from unknown injuries, and his palms are rough and warm. His thumb wipes a single tear from your face as you sob into his touch.

"Are you alright? What happened?" He scans you over frantically before pulling you into a tight embrace, your face buried into the crook of his neck, his chin atop your head. Slowly, his hands run up and down your back as he hushes you quietly.

"Tell me," he inquired in his deep voice, once again cupping your face.

You sob uncontrollably in his touch as he calms you, "It's j-just t-too much," you manage to choke out.

"It's okay, I'm here," he reassures you soothingly.

"T-they just- I-I don't know, I can't d-do this a-anymore," you sob out before letting yourself fall into his arms as he hushes you once more.

"Who? Who did this?" he holds you close to his chest, smoothing his palm over your hair.

"Just at w-work,".

He hums, a low rumbling noise coming from his chest. "All of them?" he asks inquisitively.

"A-all of t-them," you confirm through strangled cries.

Standing in silence, he cradles your frail frame in his grasp, his chin resting on your forehead as your sniffles are muffled by his tailored woollen blazer.

Softly, he kisses your forehead and, gradually, your sobs soften and hush with every passing second.

For a while, you both stand, bodies intertwined into a tight, comforting embrace, in the doorway of his office, quiet filling the room before Hoffman finally speaks once more.

"Well, they can't all get away with it,".