#teared up while writing this because he really is so beautiful :( sobs shakes

[soap-ify]

thinking about laying beside simon on the bed, your head resting on his shoulder while his hands held a book that you had gifted him, his eyes fixed on the text.

your fingers absentmindedly traced over the scars on his chest, letting your soft fingertips draw over the rough sunken skin of the healed gashes — a painful story written in each of them. and you wanted to read it all, read every scar and cut, kiss all of it, absorb it so you could share it with him — a connection only you’d ever have with him.

your fingers slowly found their way to his stomach, hand caressing the muscles that had softened up ever since he had come home from deployment, your eyes noticing the stretch marks starting on the sides of his tummy that you adored so much. pale lines adorning his skin, urging you to probe them too, your hand touching him so gently — an angel soothing a wounded soldier.

simon is gorgeous, too gorgeous. he never seemingly saw it the way you did. “you’re so pretty…” you lazily whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his shoulder.

you were the warmth his cold heart sought, the fire that melted him, the sun that gave his moon the light he never thought he’d see. he needed you in the way a man needed a god, in a way a plant yearned for water. and you were happy to give it all to him, everything for your sweet simon.

“you tryin’ to tickle me, love?” his gruff voice broke you out of your trance, your eyes finding his which were no longer looking at the book, an intrigued grin playing on his lips that made you giggle heartedly and give his stomach some pats.

“maybe.”

[parfaitblogs]

never grow up ❀ s. reid x reader

in which you are at the age you never thought you'd live to. 

genre: hurt/comfort + fluff! tags: established relationship. (very brief) mentions of r not eating. depression. non sexual nudity. mention of a past suicide attempt. reader is codependent on spencer #anxiousattachment!! mini argument not really because he loves you a lot!!! please know your triggers ♡  word count: 2.2k a/n: this was a vent write. LOL! i think i switch tenses a lot in this? i tried to fix it. this is why we don't write fanfiction while we're crying!!! i love u i love u i love u and i am so so glad you are the age that you are!! continue to grow please!! life will become beautiful!!!

Depression is a funny thing.

Sometimes you are forgetting there has ever been a version of you out there that fantasised about death and longed for an escape from this world you deemed so cruel, so invasive. Other times, you are sat naked on the cold floor of your bathroom rocking back and forth, clawing at your skin and ripping hair out of your scalp because you are sobbing so ferociously. The world spinning around you and your cries, so violent, are making you lightheaded and you wonder if you pass out here if anyone will ever find you. 

Clearly, tonight, you are the latter.

It started as a small pit in your stomach that morning, that you braved through and ignored to the best of your ability, even as you said gentle 'no thank you's' to food offered by your co-workers and forced your brain to focus on work and not the never-ending abyss of dread in your abdomen. Then, it became a tear or two on your way home, that you vehemently wiped away and pretended was never there because it couldn't be. 

Then you were showering to get your mind off things — a stupid decision, really. For your brain was latching on to every awful emotion it had felt thus far today, and you were stepping out of the shower with an even heavier heart, and your hands were wrapping around your now goosebump riddled body, as you were sinking to the floor in a ball.

And maybe hours passed by you. Maybe days — it certainly felt that way. Maybe it was only a mere five minutes. But your loud sobs felt like they took an achingly long time to slow and quiet down, until they were falling into ugly sniffles of the snot on your face, and a raging headache behind your eyes. 

Loud sobs — scream sobs, really — had a lot of disadvantages. The aftermath feeling of embarrassment of screaming at your brain that refused to simply shut up, the scratch at your throat from every sound you ripped from it. The audio block it gave you from the rest of the world. For you truly were in your own universe when you were howling alone in the comfort of your bathroom walls.

So much so, that the familiar sound of a door opening and closing, and a bag being placed down by the side of it, went entirely unnoticed to you. Footsteps against your apartment's wooden flooring weren't picked up, nor were the first two knocks on your bathroom door. By the third, you were blubbering through saliva and snot, and you had heard it. Followed by a very gentle calling of your name, that had your heart clenching within your chest for a new reason. 

He had said he was coming home tomorrow. Which almost always meant he wouldn't be home for another three days, and so, in your mind, you thought bawling that night could be a secret kept between you and your tiles. 

Apparently not. 

He called your name again when you didn't reply, an added hint of desperation in his voice. Trembling, you stood, your limbs feeling as though they were creaking while you straightened them out. And you didn't bother about the towel sitting in a crumpled heap on the floor, nor the pile of your clean clothes sitting on the countertop. In fact, you didn't bother about anything as a shaking hand twisted the doorknob and pulled it open.

In an instant, his worried frown deepened, and eyes that might usually drink in the sight of your naked body beautifully, now didn't wander further than the scarlet scratch marks along your neck — blood vessels risen to the surface from how fragile that part of you was. He exhaled, and took a hesitating step towards you. One you welcomed by remaining planted in your spot — you didn't know if you could move, though. 

"Can I ask what's wrong, or do you simply want a hug?" 

Both, you wanted to say. Both, but also neither. 

You didn’t say that. Instead, you said, "Hug."

He hardly took a second to register what you'd said before his arms were wrapping around you. If he found the slightly damp state of your skin annoying, he didn't comment on it. He didn't say much at all, as he enveloped you into his body, a hand securing itself on the back of your head, and his chin resting atop your head. 

Water dripped uncomfortably to the floor, splattering on the tiles and his shoes, being the only sound aside from your irregular hiccups and sniffles. His button-up was wet from your tears and your body, and you could almost hear his complaints about it, if this were any other day. 

Minutes passed, and even though you didn't want to, you pulled back, feeling his hands slip around to your waist and hold you benevolently. Your own hands reached up to your face to wipe away tears, an embarrassed laugh escaping your lips. 

"This is pathetic," you said, fingers digging into the corners of your stinging eyes. 

"How?" he asked you.

"I didn't think you'd be home to see me having a mental breakdown."

A smile that didn't quite reach his eyes appeared on his lips. "Well, I am." Fingers squeezed your waist reassuringly. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

You shrugged, wordlessly, your eyes dropping from his face to the damp spot on his chest from where your face had once been, heart stuttering. 

"We don't have to, honey," he said. "But it might help."

"I know it might," you muttered. 

He was silent, as were you. A few more beats passed between you two, before you were turning around to pick up clothes you had left for yourself on the counter. You didn't really feel any different under his watchful gaze as you dressed yourself. Accustomed to the act, or simply too overwhelmed with another emotion, you didn't know. 

He followed you into the living room when you walked out there, and he sat down next to you on the couch you curled up on. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, and he lifted his head on each intake of breath you had, as if about to say something. But you never did. 

So, he took over.

"Did something happen today?" You shook your head, and he nodded his own. "Okay. This past week?" You shook your head again, because other than missing him while he had been stuck in Texas for a case, nothing had actually happened. 

You wished it had. Truly, you wished you had experienced a murder on your way to work, or a distant family member had passed away so you could blame this feeling on something other than memories simply resurfacing. 

You sniffled again. "You know," you began, voice thick and wobbly from the lump lodged in your throat. "When I was fourteen, I didn't think I'd ever be this old."

Your gaze lifted from your lap to look at him, and you let a helpless tear fall from one of your eyes when you locked eyes with him. He was confused, unsurprisingly so.

So, you continued. "I tried to kill myself. When I was fourteen."

He readjusted his posture, eyebrows falling into a more concerned state, and he was silent for so long you wondered if this was when he decided you were too much and too complicated for him to deal with. 

He didn't. "I didn't know," he said, instead. 

"I don't exactly advertise it," you replied, and even if it was an attempt at being light hearted, it fell flat. "I just realised I never thought I'd be this age," you continued when he hardly reacted, "and I've been really anxious and down all week, so I think that realisation kind of sent me over the edge."

"Are you happy you're at this age?" 

Hesitantly, but surely, you nodded your head. "I got to meet you."

His lips twitched, but a smile never crossed his face. "You should be happy for reasons more than just me."

"You are my reason for being happy," you argued. 

"And I'm glad to hear I make you happy, but I cannot be your only reason."

"Why not?"

"Because that's dependency." 

You short-circuited, and he sighed upon realising the way you were taking his words — maybe not the smartest thing he could've said to his still tear-stricken-faced girlfriend. 

"What I mean is you should have other areas in your life that make you happy. Not just me."

"I like my job," you mumbled, gaze relocating to your lap. "And my friends."

"Great," he said, and you could feel his weight shifting on the couch as he nudged closer to you. "As long as I'm not your reason for living."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "You've been my reason for living since we started dating. Why is it different now?"

"I didn't know I was your reason for living until now."

"So if you are, then what? You leave me?" 

"No," his response was so immediate you were sure you could feel the whiplash, and he ran a hand down his face with an exasperated sigh. "I don't want to fight with you when you're like this."

"I don't want to fight with you either," you agreed, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. "I'm sorry I'm co-dependent."

He didn't respond for a while, mulling everything you two had shared and now, your apology, over in his head. You sat, anxiously, as minutes ticked by until he was puffing his cheeks to let out air, and standing up from the couch. 

He turned to you. "I love you, you know that," he began, and even before he had a chance to finish, you were already drowning him out, world crumbling around you as tears welled back up in your eyes. Maybe if you weren't as emotional as you were that night, your vision wouldn't have already gone blurry, and your heart wouldn't be shattering in your chest already. 

"But?" you countered, a sob escaping you at the end of the word.

He froze at the sound of it, his eyebrows turning in to each other, "Sorry?"

"You love me, but?"

"I don't understand."

"I'm sitting here, sobbing really violently and I look hideous, and you've just discovered I'm co-dependent, and you don't like that about me, so now you're telling me that you love me, but this isn't going to work out, and I need to work on myself before I get into another relationship, and you hope I can find happiness, and—"

"—What are you talking about?" he cut your ranting off, blinking a few times, confused. 

"Is that not what's happening?" 

"No?"

"Oh."

You stared at him, and he stared at you, and you felt your heart slowly pick itself back up from the pits of your stomach, each piece mending itself back together. He wasn't breaking up with you.

"I wasn't going to say that at all. Please don't put words in my mouth."

"Sorry," you said, though it wasn't very sincere. He crouched down in front of you, hands finding your fidgeting ones to hold them.

"Can I finish what I'm going to say before you cut me off this time?" Wordlessly, you nodded your head, and so he continued. "I love you, and you know that, and I don't want you to think I'm upset or mad at you for being codependent. You're allowed to not know how to navigate a relationship. But—"

"—There it is—" he glared with no real heat at you, and your lips twitched "—Sorry."

"But I need you to communicate with me. I'm going to inevitably do things that upset you, because you're co-dependent. We need to figure those things out, because a lot of the time you will respond unhealthily, and knowing what I know now, I don't want to be a trigger in any way."

"You won't be a trigger," you mumbled, and he shot you a pointed look, and your shoulders deflated. "I just feel stupid communicating things like that. Like, oh, I'm sad because my boyfriend is out of state for work and he's super busy and not responding to my messages so I think he might hate me."

"That isn't stupid."

"Yes it is!"

He said your name, eyebrows risen, and he shook his head. "You're upset about something. That isn't a stupid thing at all."

"It feels stupid."

"Okay, well, how about the next time I'm away on a case and not replying and you miss me, which is what that crazy, sad, completely reasonable phenomenon is called, by the way, you communicate that with me, and you see how I respond?"

"What if you tell me to go fuck myself?" 

He didn't even need to verbally deny your words for you to know that that response was completely out of character for him. All it took was one simple look, and you were diffidently smiling and averting your gaze, mumbling a quiet, "Okay."

And yes, the next time he was out of the state and you missed him, as he so kindly put it, you told him. And he spent three hours on the phone that night with you, reassuringly expressing how much he loved you, and how little he hated you.

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

[zapernz]

If you think somno is so hot then write sub ani somno you coward (love you)

a/n: enjoy freak luv u also i def think this is the longest thing i have written i also kinda hate it so apologies chat

situations

warnings: dddne - somno, sub!anakin, petnames

he knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help it, he needs you, he craves you, every inch of his body is begging for you. he bites his lip as he sneaks into your room, seeing your figure illuminated by the soft light coming from the window, you had kicked all the sheets off, comfortably sleeping in a tank top and small pair of shorts. he honestly could’ve came at the sight, you looked so calm, so beautiful he needed you.

he softly walks to the side of your bed looking over your features making sure to remember this for later, he sits down on the bed watching for any movement from you. he reaches out to touch your arm, to confirm to himself that hes not dreaming and he’s actually this close to you, your body gets goosebumps, anakin immediately notices how your nipples get hard and how good they look, how much he wants to taste them, fuck them - he definitely needs to fuck them, but he’ll do that another time.

he places his hands on your thighs as he positions himself between them, he bites his lip as he pulls himself out of his boxers and pumps himself a few times, groaning softly. he moves your shorts and panties to the side letting out a moan at the side of your wet pussy.

without hesitation he starts to slide his dick up and down your folds, whining at the wettness, he can’t help himself - the slick noises and how warm and wet you are. he’s erratically humping against you trying to chase his own pleasure completely forgetting that he needs to be quiet and quick, but hes whining and moaning, letting out the most pathetic sounds which makes you stir in your sleep, you sigh and slowly open your eyes to see the absolute scene in front of you.

anakin is flushed tears running down his cheeks in pleasure, his lip is almost bleeding from biting it so hard earlier, his mouth is stuck in the most perfect ‘o’ shape. you cant help but moan at the scene but also at the way his tip is hitting your clit over and over again. “holy fuck- ani?” you manage to get out.

all movements stop he stares at you, “please- m sorry i just needed you so bad” he cries, full sobbing at this point, shaking with need, he cant help the way his body aches and yearns for you. you should be mad at him, but you’re not, its your ani sitting in front of you pathetically begging for you, who were you to deny him? he needs you.

you lift your hand up to rest it on his cheek, wiping away the tears that were there which quickly get replaced by fresh ones. “ani ‘s okay, you shouldve just asked me yknow”

“really?” he croaks out looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes making you smile and nod “take what you need from me baby” the pet name makes him whimper and bite his lip “i jus need you” he says above a whisper. “i know baby, i know” you coo while lying him down then taking your shorts and panties off, straddling his thighs, his hands instinctively fly to your waist squeezing softly to ground himself.

“please i need you- please” he begs, you lean down kissing him softly, but anakin is full of need, the kiss becomes a mess of tongues and spit, you pull back and softly kiss down his neck to his chest leaving goosebumps in their wake. “please- i- i cant take it, i need y’so bad” his words make heat pool in all the right places, you place your hands on his chest for leverage as you line yourself up with him, his breath hitches as you slowly sink down on him, because of the dim lighting you didnt even register how big he was, stretching you out in ways never thought imaginable.

he throws his head back in pure pleasure, you’re so warm and tight, so tight, better than he had ever imagined “holy fuck” he whimpers as you fully sink down on him. you wait a few moments before experimentally grinding your hips forwards making you both moan at the new found sensation, his moans encourage you to move faster, wanting to pull all noises from his pretty lips. he’s bucking his hips up to meet your movements. moans and lewd wet sounds fill the room. his hands are roaming all over you, making his fingertips remember how your body feels, your breasts, stomach, arms, thighs - everything.

you softly place your hand around his neck, his head goes fuzzy, he throws his head back as he grips your wrist with his hand begging you to press harder, begging you to use him. who would deny him? not you. you squeeze harder moving your hips in a pattern that makes him see stars, his eyes rolled back into his head, you let go of his neck for a bit “i’m so close- please i- i need to cum please” he gasps due to the lack of air he groans when your hand grips around his neck again, not too tight, but tight enough for him to get off on it. “you wanna cum huh? remake the fantasies where you get to fill me up? that’s what you want?” you smirk, your words sickly sweet.

his body is on fire, he’s so close, and a moaning mess, hands gripping your thighs so hard they will definitely leave bruises. “yes- please so bad” you weren’t far off your orgasm either, the coil threatening to snap at any moment, you drop your head to look at his dick thrusting in and out of you bringing you closer to the edge.

“so good for me- fuck yeah cum ani, show me how much you’ve needed me”

[gallaghersgal]

Maggie, my lovey I come with another request for you!

The second chance romance trope, x my husband, Carmy.

Ok so walk with me here 🚶🏻‍♀️,

Carmy had one time forgotten about his anniversary with r, & she of course got very upset & sad about it. So he made sure the next day (without letting her find out) to go to the florist and place a standing order for flowers on their anniversary every year so she would never be able to tell if he forgot again.

Alright so flash forward years later, they break up. They both are pining for eachother / miss eachother a lot but Carmy was the one who called things off so R doesn’t try to contact him and Carmy is Carmy.

Their anniversary comes around and Carmy forgets of course because since they broke up he’s been even more of an animal in the kitchen but the flowers get delivered to R and of course it has the same note she got every year ‘Happy Anniversary baby, I love you always, xx- Bear’ at first she’s confused but then she is hopeful it was him reaching out to try and reconcile so she bites the bullet and calls him and is like “you still love me?” And mentally he’s like

*fffffuuuuuuuuuuck*

& has to explain that he placed a standing order so she could never be mad at him for forgetting again but he really does miss her

I’ll leave it up to you if r gets back together with him or if you want it to be pure angst!

(🤞fingers crossed it sends this time)

my dear capri, i love the exposition you've dropped in my inbox!!! here's the aftermath of receiving the flowers :(( warnings; angst, no happy ending, and swearing. also, here's the playlist i listened to while writing

from this trope list. part of my 1,500 follower celebration. masterlist -> here!

there are flowers at your door.

you've been fighting back tears the whole day. work was hell, your irritability heightened by the fact you'd barely eaten breakfast, not even bothering with lunch. it was harder now without carmen around. you've been angry all day, heels clicking in obnoxious stomps, your stomach burning and head pounding, and there are flowers at your door.

you kneel down to read the card, your heart clenching at the words. 'happy anniversary beautiful girl, i love you always. love, your carmen' a shaking hand comes to your mouth, you fumble with your keys to make it inside before you lose it entirely. he still loves you?

you dial carmen's number, hearing it ring twice before he picks up. "you sent me flowers?"

"o-oh, uh. t-that's a funny story, actually-"

your stomach twists in a knot. "i'd love to hear exactly how this is funny, carmen."

"well, forever ago, when i forgot our anniversary? i placed a standing order. so- so that way you'd always have flowers."

your heart sinks. he couldn't even bother to remember the date himself. worse, he didn't remember to cancel them. "you're fucking joking," you spit out.

"i-i'm not. baby-"

"don't call me that," you snap at him, your living room suddenly feeling claustrophobic. you push your window open to take a deep breath of the fresh air, turning your back to the wall and sinking down next to the plant he'd gifted you, moved inside to avoid the recent cold snap. a hand over your mouth muffles your sobs, your heart breaking all over again at this new information. "i can't believe you."

"i'm.. i'm s-sorry-"

"no! you don't get to apologize, that doesn't fix shit." you're practically yelling at him now, and you can hear the tears in his voice. but you don't care. it's about time you gave him a piece of your mind, hurting him the way he'd hurt you. "i thought for one goddamn second that maybe you still loved me. but- but you're just self-fucking-centered. so lost in your head you couldn't even remember to cancel flowers for the girl who's heart you snapped in two."

the silence on the other end tells you everything you need to know. you don't let him even try to continue, snapping at him, "lose my number, carmen."

there's a muffled noise on the other end, but you hang up without the chance to process it. your phone falls to the tile floor with a loud thud that echoes through your empty apartment. you flinch, then let out a noise somewhere between a scream and a sob.

the sound finds its way through your window, falling down to the street below, to the ears of the man repeating your name into his phone. "b-baby," he pleads, his voice breaking. but you've hung up now. he can't believe he forgot those stupid fucking flowers.

at least it showed him how you truly felt. that it would've been stupid to go through with it. stupid to walk up to your door with nothing but a barely planned apology to mend your broken heart.

carmen looks up to see your open window, balcony distinctly missing the potted plant he'd gifted you a year ago. a shaky hand lights a cigarette and he takes a hit but the smoke does nothing to soothe him as he draws his eyes away, turning away from your building for the final time.

[shadowdaddies]

Hi, love your writing. Could you write something with either Lucien or Ruhn with a reader who is always told she talks to much? Like when she gets happy or excited she tends to ramble and people usually get annoyed at her and tell her to shut up and she slowly stops talking at all and Lucien or Ruhn see that and try to get her to come out of her shell again and always listen to what she has to say?

I needed to write this today, I really relate and I'm having a hard time. If you ever want someone to talk to, my messages are open💜 and omg do you know how hard it was to choose between Lucien and Ruhn?😩 ugh anon your ideas are too good! I went with Lucien only because I haven't written for him yet and I think he's perfect for this but if you have a Ruhn request I'm HERE💜

Use Your Words

Lucien x Reader hurt/comfort

Warnings: this got very suggestive towards the end, I have learned I am very susceptible to the Vanserra rizz

You barely made it through the front door before a sob ripped through you, slinking to the ground as you sunk against the wall. Your throat was in knots, chest heavy as your thoughts eddied deeper and darker. 

Growing up, you had always been told you were too loud, too open, too much. Even now, it took courage for you to reach out to people, to not let your insecurities get in the way of connecting with others. Tonight you felt comfortable, thinking that the females in court accepted you, but the moment that you opened up - shared too much - they gave you the same judgmental looks that had become ingrained in your mind.

It was easier to retreat into yourself, better to not say anything than to bear the rejection that inevitably followed you through your life. When Lucien arrived home, he found you crumpled into the sofa, adorned in your softest robe as you stared blankly at the fire.

“My love, you look ethereal glowing against the light of the fire,” Lucien murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. He lifted your head, settling underneath you as a makeshift pillow while he stroked your hair. “How was your evening, beautiful?”

You couldn’t help how your face crumpled at his question, lip quivering as the tears leaked from your eyes. You buried your head in his lap, shaking your head as you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. 

“Hey, I’ve got you, love,” Lucien whispered, lifting you up into his lap, cradling his in his strong arms. A long time passed as he held you, letting the emotions pour out of you, paying no mind to the tears that stained his shirt. 

When you were ready, you lifted your head to rest against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat calming. “I’m not good with words like you, Lucien. I wish people found me charming and interesting, but it’s like I say too much and they lose interest. I don’t know how to do anything right, Luc. No matter how hard I try, it’s not enough, and it’s too much,” you cried into his shoulder. 

Looping your arms around his neck, you held him close as though he might disappear if you let go. “I’m sorry, that was a lot. I didn’t mean to say too much, I just keep talking,” you rambled, unable to stop but desperate to share your feelings. 

Lucien held you tight against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair before broad hands found your cheeks. “My love, you are not too much. I could never have enough of you. Your words are like the flowers that fill the meadow outside. They are many, and together they create something so breathtaking, I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”

His lips lowered to your neck, long red hair sliding against the skin of your chest. Fingers threading through his soft hair, you tilted your head back, welcoming the affections he was bestowing upon you. 

Pressing a kiss below your ear, Lucien’s warm breath tickled your skin as he spoke. “I want to know everything that goes through this beautiful mind,” he murmured, teeth grazing your neck as he continued peppering kisses to any exposed skin he could find.

You whimpered, rolling your hips against his in a silent request for more. Lucien pulled back, a feline smirk on his lips as his eyes glowed in the firelight. With a tsk, he tilted your chin towards him. “I want to hear everything that you want tonight. I want you to use your words, to hear every beautiful noise that comes from your mouth as I show you how incredible you are. Understood?” He punctuated his question by tugging your bottom lip with his teeth, and you nodded furiously. 

“Yes, Lucien. Please touch me,” you breathed.

“Good girl,” he grinned, tossing you over his shoulder as he carried you to your bedroom.

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[satrs]

Can you write sensitive!sub!Hiori where reader rides him and he cries from pleasure >///< I love him sm (it's ok if you don't <3 take care!)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ ok so this is actually my first time writing dom!reader aaaa I hope you enjoy this drabble and have a nice dayyy ;33

Crying Beauty!

FEATURING; sensitive!sub!hiori x dom!fem!reader

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI!! overstim. Sub hiori. Dacryphilia. use of good boy (literally once).

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+[proplayer]! // NOT PROOFREAD!

„Too much! It‘s too much I’m-„ Hiori was withering in pleasure, white painting his tear stained orbs as his mouth hung open.

The sight was almost angelic- the way his hair was out of place and the cute sounds you robbed out of him with every movement of your hips. You knew that he was sensitive and you knew that he wasn’t really a talker when it came to him being completely dumb over your cunt around him, but you just couldn’t help but tease him.

„You’re what? Use your big boy words, Yo.“

He wanted to, he really did! But he couldn’t form a single sentence because your needy cunt was milking him so good, his sensitive and throbbing tip hitting that spongey spot inside of you that caused him to mewl and claw his hands on your hips. „Please! I can‘t! S-so good, too good!“

A moan flew past your lips at your lovers state, his breathing rapidly increasing as you felt his sensitive cock twitch inside of you over and over again. „But you already came once, Yo. Don’t you think it’s a bit unfair towards me?“

He quickly shut up, whining while sniffing from his tears, wet lashes clinging to his eyelids as tears of pleasure blurred his vision. „ I’m sorry, so sorry“

You cooed at him, smiling down at his tear filled eyes, leaning forward to place kisses under his eyes, the salty taste of his tears causing you to increase your movements, needily grinding down onto him.

„Oh fuck!“ His loud voice was cut off as you went back to rocking your hips up and down, nails digging into your hips and leaving half moons behind as his legs began to shake. You took this as a sign to speed up your tantalizing movements, caputring his lips in a kiss too swallow his angelic moans.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you, Yo?" Your words made the blue haired nodd frantically, hips subconciously stuttering up into yours that drove soft moans out of you.

Soon you felt the familiar feeling of him inside of you, cry of your name leaving his lips as he pushed his head back heavily into the cushions, mouth hanging wide open as sobs and whimpers escaped his soft lips.

The sight of his tear stained face and the sound of his heavenly whines were enough to make you follow him into the wave of euphoria, biting your lip while some moans escaped your mouth, grinding down onto him as you rode out your orgasm.

As the both of you finally catched your breaths, Hiroi's sniffling soon turned into one loud sob as your hips began to move again.

"C'mon, just one more alright? Be a good boy for me, yeah?"

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

[cloudy-em]

Hey, I got an idea for Carmen, if you're okay with it, of course.

Basically, the reader has an eating disorder (she throws up after almost every meal), and he tries to help her.

of course love!! i myself have struggled with disordered eating

disclaimer: the following post will contain potentially triggering and/or upsetting content. i do not write triggering content to romanticize it; i occasionally write triggering content because i recognize it can serve as a form of comfort for readers and authors. if you think any of this post may cause you discomfort, please feel free to interact with one of my other posts.

warnings: mention of food, detailed talk of disordered eating, talk of feeling ill and vomiting

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Being in a new relationship with a famous chef and battling an eating disorder at the same time is certainly not easy. I like Carmen, I really do, and I don't ever want to upset him. I've been avoiding food-related dates with him; usually we walk in the park or get coffee. But he's been begging me to let him make me dinner, and this last time I made up an excuse, the disappointed look on his face absolutely broke my heart.

"So, I'm not free tonight for dinner, but I uh, I can come over tomorrow?" I offer. He lights up, nodding.

"Y-Yeah, okay! I'll make you something nice, yeah?" He asks, but it's not really a question, more of a confirmation. He kisses the top of my head gently, rubbing my shoulder.

I watch as he walks out of my office door, closing it behind him. When I hear the latch, I sigh.

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I'm already shaking when I knock on Carmen's apartment door. It swings open, revealing the beaming chef.

"Come in, 'm almost done, 'kay? Make yourself at home," he says sweetly, stepping aside to let me in.

Whatever he's decided to make smells delicious, but I can't appreciate it for long, because my stomach quenches, making the reality of it set in. I'm either not eating and offending Carmen, or I'm throwing up in his bathroom. Neither is a desirable outcome.

He looks beautiful while he cooks, so focused and in his element. He's plating his creation carefully for the both of us, like it's the final touch to his painting. He sets our plates at the table and smiles gently at me, signaling he's ready for me to join him. I'm not ready.

It feels like my whole body is convulsing as I walk over to the table and sit down. He's made a beautiful chicken fettuccine with a light cream sauce and peas. I pick through, trying to make it look like I'm eating, only collecting a few peas and small pieces of pasta on my fork.

"Hey, what's up?" Carmen asks. "Do you not like it?"

"No, it's not that, Carmy! It's good, I promise," I reassure him.

"What is it, hm? You can tell me. Are you vegetarian? Dammit, I knew I should've asked but I assumed-" he begins to ramble and I cut him off.

"I'm scared," I whisper. I can feel the crocodile tears forming, and one falls when he reaches out to rub my hand with his, moving his chair closer to mine.

"What're you scared of, baby?" He asks. I shake my head, but he's looking at me so intently, like he cares so much that I just break, sobbing.

"It's not you or your cooking, Carm! I promise! You're so good and so talented and I'm so proud of you! But I'm so fucking scared, Carmy." He nods and hums, his large palm rubbing soothingly between my shoulder blades. So I continue, "It's just a lot of food, and I can't really explain it, but it- it's just a lot of carbs and I don't want to gain weight and whenever I eat full meals it makes me so, so sick. I can't eat more than a couple of small snacks a day, otherwise I'm vomiting everything in my stomach," I sigh.

"It's okay, baby," he says softly. "We'll work through it, yeah? You never, ever have to eat everything I put in front of you. I want you to feel safe and comfortable with me, 'cause you make me feel safe and comfortable. But you gotta eat something, honey, y'can't starve yourself. Y'gotta eat balanced, too. Here, let's try."

He cuts a very small piece of chicken and puts it on my fork, holding it out for me to eat. I do, and he praises me. "Good job, I'm so proud of you. See? That's protein, it'll keep ya going. You don't even need that much, just a couple more bites, yeah?"

He continues to help me stomach enough food to keep my blood sugar up, praising me for every bite.

"I can't, Carmy, no more please. I'm starting to feel sick," I warn.

"Y'did good, okay? I'm so proud," he kisses my temple gently. "We'll keep working on it together. I'm here for you."

[m-jelly]

I love your writings so much!😊 I hope your having a good day and doing good. ❤ You do not have to do this but I would appreciate it 🙏

Can I request a Levi x reader where she burns out emotionally easily and no body really knows cause she is really good at leaving before it happens. But when her and Levi start dating he still doesn't know and then one day they are in his office doing paperwork and drinking tea, while she talking about her day and then all of a sudden her smile falls, her body slumps, her eyes look dull/numb, and she stops talking. How would he react? Would he notice when she is almost out of energy in public? Like how would he handle it?

Happy to do this because I have been like this a lot recently, very drained so this was really therapeutic to make.

@ladycheesington <3

Painful burnout

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, fluff, romance, being a couple, emotional reader, emotional support, supportive Levi, mental health talk.

While assisting your boyfriend on his paperwork and enjoying tea, you suddenly burnout emotionally. Levi notices, you talk and he supports you.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

A delicious scent of tea and a soft scribbling of paper against pen filled Levi's office. Now and then one pen would stop moving so the owner of it could gaze at the person they loved so deeply. No matter how much he gazed at you, Levi could never get over how you were his.

To Levi, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Every little feature and expression made his heart sing with joy. He wanted to learn everything he could about you. It was so exciting to learn new things about you, but sometimes it worried him.

As he watched you the lovely bright sparkle in your eyes started to dull. The gentle smile you had dropped instantly and your skin went a bit pale. Something wasn't right. The closer he looked the more it clicked in his head what was wrong, you were done emotionally. Levi had felt exactly how you looked before.

Levi reached over and took your hand in his. As softly as possible he said your name, but you didn't respond. He leaned a little to see tears filling your eyes. He lifted your hand to his lips and gently kissed. The shaking started next and then you dropped your head. Levi kissed your hand again.

He shifted closer to you. "It's okay. You're okay. You're safe."

With your free hand, you covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed a bit. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It really is."

You looked up at Levi to see a gentle and loving look in his eyes. "I just...I'm so drained. I don't want you to think it's you. I adore you, Levi. It's just all this work and the expectations. I'm drained."

He reached over and wiped your tears away. "I understand what you mean and know that it's okay. You know, I'm honoured brat that you felt like you could be this way with me."

You leaned your cheek against his hand and smiled a little. "You make me feel safe." You closed your eyes for a moment before looking at Levi. "Do you feel this way sometimes?"

He nodded. "People drain me. I like my own company or yours. I have cried myself to sleep at night. I have sat for ages in showers because I can't bring myself to move. Life hurts, but there are joys." He blushed hard. "You're my joy."

You giggled a bit as the light returned to your eyes. "You're mine too."

"I'm not the best with words, so I can offer hugs."

You dove into Levi's arms and whined. "You're wonderful."

He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you. "You're the wonderful one. You can talk to me whenever you want, okay? I'm here for you and if you just want to sit, cuddle or work in silence to recharge then I'm happy to do that."

You closed your eyes as you listened to his beating heart. "Mm, thank you. Same to you."

"I will hold you to that." He hummed a laugh. "Want to cuddle in bed with me for a bit? No talking, just cuddles?"

"Please."

He picked you up and carried you to his room. "All right, let's give you all the cuddles."

[tadashisdisaster]

"Hey! It's me again, I'm back. Let's talk ASAP"

ANYWAYS hope ur doing well and healthy. Love you and your writing.

But I wanted to ask if you could write an skz member x y/n angst fic based off of skz's song, Sorry, I Love You. This is my first time actually requesting a fic so I'm trying not to make it awkward😭😭😭

But hope your day/night is going well so far!

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CWˏˋ°•*⁀➷    alcohol abuse, depression, one sided love, small stalking p, obsessive behavior, lonely, y/n is dating someone other than the ! Ot8 members, dark content, let me know if I forgot anything else🤍

AN~ ASAP baby, hurry up don’t be lazy. Aaah I love New Jeans’ new album so much! And don’t worry this wasn’t awkward. My first time making skz angst, or any angst on here! Hope you like it🖤🤍🖤

¡! ❞ 3rd grade sweet heart You had been his crush ever since you (quite literally) stomped into their life. Wearing red converses, jean shorts, toothy grin, baggy white t-shirt with a smiley face in the middle and your favorite fish hairpin. ‘Woah’ was all he thought. His cute third grade crush became his best friend, and soon first love.

¡! ❞ Rejection He had confessed his feelings to you while you were sleeping over. “Y/n, I uh, I like you…” you stare blankly at his face then laugh and throw a chip at his face. “HAH! Stop messing around. We’re like siblings, that would be weird.” You look at the t.v completely shutting him down.

¡! ❞ Mr.perfect isn’t so perfect “Meet my boyfriend! Ji-hoon.” You proudly say. Ji-hoon gives him a smirk and offers his hand to shake. “N/n has told me a lot about you. It’s really nice to finally meet n/n’s older brother!” The way he emphasized brother, really pissed him off. He reluctantly shook his hand. “Woah, killer grip you got there.”

¡! ❞ Hurt You come to his house soaking wet and in tears. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong y/n?” You sob about how unfair life was and asked him why ji-hoon had cheated on you. You cry, making him a bit angry. Why were you so upset over someone other than him…?

¡! ❞ lonely You had found another boyfriend, leaving him to drown in his sorrows. Beer and soju bottles littered the floor. He scrolls through your social media page, the only light in the room seemed to be the phone and your smile through the screen. He felt numb, all he did was cry and drink. You looked so happy, without him…? Where you happier without him?

¡! ❞ Stalker stalker With a little help from your posts, he had found out where you lived. He shaves his face and showers. He grabs a black mask and hat and leaves his home. He missed you so bad. He pulls up to the outside of your apartment. Watching you happily walk hand and hand with your new lover. He grips his steering wheel wishing it was him with you instead. He drives up to you apartment every day, hoping you do and don’t see him.

¡! ❞ Like old times! He finally gets the guts to call you and ask if you wanted to hand out. “They released that movie you always liked when we were kids. It’s back in theaters.” You gasp and squeal, “NO WAY REALLY! how does 5pm sound!?” He chuckles “sure…sleep well y/n.”

¡! ❞ Let you go!? But how? You had been hanging out like you used to. Casual late night talks. He’s trying hard to accept the one sided love, but finds it so hard. His heart aches listening to you laugh on the other end of the phone, then abruptly saying goodbye, leaving him for your now fiancé. “Night!” Sometimes he cry’s himself to sleep, sometimes he doesn’t. But it still hurts. He tried going on dates. But that never seemed to work. He drives to your shared favorite spot, a beautiful hill covered in flowers of different colors. He lays down in the field “I’m sorry I love you y/n…” little did he know, you felt the same, but never told him because you felt it was too late.

[edosianorchids901]

The Beauty You Are

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "where the flowers grow"

As soon as he heard the faint sobbing, Aziraphale paused.

After a brief hesitation—he was supposed to be working, after all—he went to investigate. Angels must assist those in need, after all. Perhaps it was an injured human, someone he could patch up before returning to his usual job of writing endless reports that nobody in Heaven read.

He slipped around the boulders, grateful for the dappled shade of slender trees. The sandy ground shifted under his sandals, making a bit too much noise. He winced and tried to step more lightly.

The sobbing figure had been sitting in the shade beside one of the boulders, but they jerked their head up at his approach. The figure was not, in fact, a human.

“Crawley?” Aziraphale took a tentative step closer, then inhaled sharply. “Oh, my dear, what’s happened?”

Crawley’s red hair was darker than usual, dark with blood. Bruises marred his face, and his left eye was swollen almost all the way shut, crusted with tears. “Go away!”

“I… I don’t think that’s the best idea.” Aziraphale sank down to his knees in the sand, throat tight. “You’re hurt.”

“Really fucking observant,” Crawley snapped. He huddled away from Aziraphale, shaking with now silent sobs.

Sympathetic tears rose, and Aziraphale tried to blink them away. But oh, this was awful. Who could have done this? Who would hurt Crawley?

“Did someone try to rob you?” he asked, struggling to wrap his mind around it.

Crawley shook his head, tears dripping to leave little divots in the sand. “Nuh. Didn’t happen up here. I was reporting in, but Hastur didn’t like my tone…”

Aziraphale’s breath caught. He shifted forward a little, pausing when Crawley flinched. “I won’t hurt you, Crawley. I just want to help. May I touch you?”

One golden eye darted to him, full of tears. And then, lip trembling, Crawley gave a tiny nod.

Still, Aziraphale moved forward with caution. Crawley flinched practically every time Aziraphale moved, as if expecting another blow. He cringed away from Aziraphale’s raised hand most, breaths going quick and panicked.

“It’s okay,” Aziraphale soothed. He very gently pushed matted red curls out of Crawley’s face so that he could better see the injuries. And oh, there were so many injuries. “Oh, you poor old serpent. I’m so sorry he hurt you.”

Crawley’s lips twitched a little, as if he’d attempted to smile and failed. “Thanks.”

“Let’s see… Why don’t I heal you up a bit, to start, and then you can come back to the village with me to clean up?” Aziraphale stroked his hair again, aching for him. “I know a miracle could tidy you up, but washing your face might feel nice. And I have some beer, and figs, and a lovely bit of goat cheese. We could share them.”

At first, Crawley gave him a suspicious look. “Why?”

Because Crawley deserved gentleness and kindness. “Oh, well. It’s rather more fun to eat with someone else. You’d be doing me a favor, really.”

Crawley let out a faint snort, apparently seeing through Aziraphale’s ploy, but he nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

“And if you feel up to it, perhaps we could take a small detour on the way there.” Hand hovering near Crawley’s cheek, Aziraphale channeled a healing miracle. Slow and careful, washing away the injuries in the same way that he intended to wash away the blood once they got home. “I know a lovely little spot near here, a place where the flowers grow. It’s so very peaceful, and very pretty.”

Crawley was silent for a while, eyes down as Aziraphale tended to him. “Flowers can actually grow here? S’ not the most hospitable area.”

“Well, much of it is rather too hot and sandy.” Aziraphale brushed his fingers against Crawley’s swollen cheekbone, repairing the damage near his eye. “But I find that even in the most inhospitable of places, there’s beauty.”

That drew a skeptical look. But then Crawley let out a sigh of relief, relaxing. “Oh gosh. That hurts a lot less.”

“Good, good.” Although it wasn’t the most thorough job; bruises still bloomed across the side of Crawley’s face, along with some on his neck and even some on his slender hands. He would likely need more healing later. “Do you feel up to walking?”

He extended his hand, offering. Crawley hesitated, then took it and let Aziraphale help him up.

They walked slowly under the dappled shade, down a little path that Aziraphale had discovered a few weeks ago on one of his lonely strolls. Even with Crawley limping and clearly still in pain, walking hand in hand with him across the sandy ground left Aziraphale with an unfamiliar sense of peace. He’d quite like to do this every day.

The path led to a little shaded area near a trickling stream. Tufts of green dotted the soil, short grasses that waved in a gentle breeze. And nestled among the grasses, delicate little flowers, blooms of yellow and red and white.

“Whoa.” Crawley limped to one of the more vibrant patches and sank to his knees, one arm hugged across his ribs. He still hadn’t let go of Aziraphale’s hand, so Aziraphale knelt beside him. “You were right, angel. This really is beautiful.”

The flowers were beautiful, yes, but that wasn’t what brought tears to Aziraphale’s eyes. No, he was most taken with Crawley’s willingness to trust him, open up to him, even to hold his hand. “Yes,” Aziraphale said softly. “It is.”

[myfanfictiongarden]

My thoughts on s2ep8 “Shadow and Flame”

my hands are actually shaking as I write this

why does the recap alone already make me so emotional…

alright, already the first visual we get of golden light in a dark tunnel is freaking beautiful

wait, so king Durin really fought off all these dwarves by himself? wow (but I’m glad Disa stayed unharmed)

Disa and Durin kiss!!! yay!

ok, king Durin looks actually really scary and possessed by the ring (its a bit weird that he went so coockoo after only a month or two (?) in possession of the ring, but I know its not the writers fault but the simple fact that shows nowadays are only allowed 8 ep per season and you can do only so much in that time)

was not a fan of the Balrog appearing so early in the show, but its design is freaking awesome

not king Durin taking of the ring to protect his son… 😢

SHUT UP ALL YOU HATERS, THIS IS PHENOMENAL! THE WRITING, THE MUSIC, THE VISUALS- I´M ABSOLUTELY SOBBING!!!!!! 😭

good that we have the intro back this episode, because I need a minute after that opening scene…

now back to the Stoor village

“Manwe promised you would come”- not me having recently finished Unfinished Tales and learning that it was Manwe who urged an reluctant Gandalf to join the wizards in fighting Sauron´s rise to power, omg

not really on board with the theory that the Dark Wizard might be Saruman, but maybe if its true they could make it work…?

the White Tree of Numenor in a golden light… I know I’m repeating myself but THIS SHOW IS GORGEOUS

Pharazon framing Miriel of working with Sauron is kinda brilliant (but also disgusting)

the prosecution of the Faithful becomes serious (do you now see what you started Eärien? Yeah, now you’re scared for your father?)

again, the music while the Tree is “crying”, omg

Elendil recievess Narsil from Miriel and I´m crying

now back to Eregion, I’m sure everything is fine here

Yes! Galadriel helping evacuate the survivors!!!!!!

and she’s captured again (at least the other female elves are spared)

no... blood on stone floors… I’m not ready 😩

Sauron just casually shooting arrows into a blood covered Celebrimbor, while still playing the “look what you made me do, dear friend” card…

mention of Gondolin!

Brimby, I can’t, you are the hero we should all aspire to be, omg, you deserved so much better

“But the Rings are beyond your reach. As I should be ere long, for soon I shall go to the shores of the Morning, borne hence by I wind you can never follow!” Badass Brimby

“No, hear me. Hear me! Shadow of Morgoth. Hear the dying words of Celebrimbor. The Rings of Power shall destroy you. And in the end, I foresee one alone shall prove your utter ruin!” OMG

“You are wrong! I am their creator. I AM THEIR MASTER!” “No. You are their prisoner, Sauron, Lord of the Rings.” SHUT UP, CELEBRIMBOR IS THE GREATEST CHARACTER THIS SEASON, AND CHARLES EDWARDS DESERVES ALL THE AWARDS!!!!!!

Celebrinbor´s words and death bringing genuine tears to Sauron´s eyes, omg

I guess we kinda got the Brimby-banner with Celebrimbor impaled into the air on a spear…?

And Sauron is already sauroning with Glüg and the orcs- sorry, uruk

Lol, glad for the bit of humour from Theo and Isildur after everything up till now, love their brotherly bond!

also, Estrid and Isildur kiss!!!!

oh, nice, Kemen is placed in charge of Pelegir, completely dismissing Theo as their leader

did I already mention that I hate Kemen?

back to the forests of Eregion- why is Adar kneeling face away like he is praying…?

… wait, Nenya on his HEALED hand, omg, omg, omg

“When last I looked like this, I was known by another name.” “What was it?” “A meaningless name. A name I was given. Adar is the name I earned.” - guys, there is now room to fully headcanon him as Maeglin and I will do it!

DID NOT SEE THIS COMING, wth?!!! Adar, no!!!!

The parallel of Adar being stabbed by the orc like Sauron was before…

“My children…” “They are no children anymore.” - dang, Sauron knows what’s up and how to use it

The Galadriel- Sauron confrontation is here and I’m not ready (also, Sauron immediately focused/in love with Nenya, completely ignoring Galadriel for a moment? Perfect characterisation)

“I do not wish to harm you.” “Do you wish to heal me?”- dang, what a burn girl

not Elrond ready to give his life to save the books and scrolls of Eregion 😭 (also, Arondir is alive!)

the sword-crown fight is pretty cool

Omg, Sauron fighting her while changing from Annatar, into Halbrand, into herself, then Celebrimbor is beyond brilliant writing- he is literary presenting himself as a mirror to her!!!!!

“I see you, I know your mind. The door is still open.” “The door is shut!” GIVE IT TO HIM GIRL

“I would have placed a crown upon your head.” says Sauron while he stabs her with his own crown

The dwarves came to help!!!!!!!

“You wish to heal Middle-earth? Heal yourself.” Now, if this isn’t the most badass equivalent to F-yourself then I don’t know what could be

Galadriel and her ring escape, Sauron is pissed and Glüg pays for it

Yay, Gil-Galad and his healing ring to save Galadriel! (Her “injury” of the body and soul reminds me of Eowyn in LotR)

Also, Elrond using her ring to help heal her after such disdain to the rings 😭

Poppy sharing wisdom Mr Burrows once gave her while we witness again the ruin and devastation that has just spread everywhere… 😭

the Stoors calling Stranger “Grand-Elf” because they don’t know the difference between giant, human and elf is literary how Gandalf came to his name in the books

Nori and Stranger taking separate ways is sad but also makes sense (I bet they will meet again)

Grand-elf found his staff!!!

“Gandalf. Thats what they are going to call me, isn’t it?” YES IT IS 🥰 (also, Tom and Gandalf simply sitting by the fire, drinking tea and singing is the most wholesome Tolkien thing ever)

Come let the song begin, let us sing together 🎶🥰

Alright, so the drama with the dwarves will continue next season with the Lords of the Blue Mountains as well as Durin´s brother staring up trouble

Gil-Galad dissing Galadriel moments after she wakes up from a terrible injury is how you show love to your family 😂

“What is this place?” “A sanctuary, protected by the Elven Rings.” Rivendell?

Galadriel para-quoting Celebrimbor´s speech about Light overcoming Darkness is my everything (also, this is definitely Rivendell!!!!)

Galadriel in a simple white tunic THE FUTURE WHITE LADY OF LOTLORIEN!!!!! 

Also, Arondir, Galadriel, Gil-Galad and Elrond posing on the cliff overlooking a new sunrise is just epic

What do you mean I need to wait now two years agin for the next season? Although, for such quality its really worth it

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Protective adoptive dad Jake Sully x oldest sully hybrid fem reader

(reader is omatikaya and metkayina mixed)

When men try and court the reader because of her body (because she has a big chest and butt) so she has to deal with men constantly trying to win her over. One day on the beach a man from the metkayina clan ask if he can court the reader she says no and tries to walk away from him but ends up getting stop by him and starts yelling mean thing about her body saying “men only want u for ur body nothing more nothing less” so she starts to think that it’s true about men only want her for her body but what she didn’t know was that her siblings overheard what the man said and told Jake and his mate about what the man said and Jake finds the reader on the beach to go and talk to her while his mate goes Ronal and tells her when the man said to her daughter and have him punished for what he said to her.

U can write the ending how u want it.

😭😭😭 why so sweet omggggg I love this!!!

This is just a little drabble because I'm not very good at cute family interactions. Blame it on my daddy issues that feel jealous of the reader right about now.

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Your tears stream down your face in torrents, your sobs wrecking through you. The sound of your little gasps are so loud that you don't hear Jake approaching.

“Hey,” he says softly, sitting on the beach beside you.

You jerk towards him, surprised at his sudden appearance. “Dad,” you say, sniffing, wiping your face in an attempt to push your tears away.

“What's wrong, sweetie?” he asks even though he already knows.

He can still hear his sons' quick, worried words.

“Sir, sir,” Neteyam called as he ran into the marui. He was breathing heavy and he looked extremely concerned. Lo'ak ran in after him, alarmed.

Jake sprang to his feet. “What happened?”

Between his both sons, they tell him about the issue. Yet another young man had been trying to court you, offering flowers and bracelets and seashells which you kindly declined. But he hadn't been pleased by your reaction, resulting in an outbreak of rage. Jake can't really understand what, exactly, his two sons try to communicate. Between the various insults that they throw at the metkayina man and the way they try to tell him what the young man said, Jake only understands the one sentence the young asshole had said: “You should know that the only reason anyone wants you is your body. Nothing more, nothing else.”

“You wanna tell me what's wrong?” he asks softly.

You shake your head. “'m fine.”

He softly places a hand on your shoulder. “You know you can tell me anything, sweetie.”

You sniffle. “I know. I just—Dad, Roeir said that I...He was offering me seashells and talking to me about my beauty and I knew he was courting me and I-I just didn't want him to, so I said no. And he—” You sob gently, your voice growing quiet and broken as you finish your sentence, “He said that the only reason anyone wants me is because of my body. Nothing more, and nothing less.”

Jake sighs softly as he pulls you in for a hug. “Honey, you are so much more than your body. You're smart and you're kind and you're funny, and you're always willing to help everyone around you. You care about everyone's feelings and you have the need to protect everyone. You're sweet and you're creative and you're determined and you're strong. You're unique, sweetie. You are the most amazing daughter anyone could ask for, and the best sister to all of your siblings, the best friend anyone can have. If Roeir could only see what's on the surface, he's a fucking skxawng, because you're so, so much more than that.”

You let Jake hold you in his arms, the comfort of your father's words and soft hugs making your tears cease.

You stay there for Eywa knows how long, and when you make it back to your marui, you're all calmed down.

Jake makes his way to his mate, Äomta, and tells her about what happened. Äomta is as fierce a mother as she is a warrior, and the slightest of distress from her kids will send her into a frenzy of anger and protectiveness. The very next morning, she makes her way to Ronal's marui, and tells the Tsahik about what happened.

That same day, Tonowari drags Roeir towards you and places him in front of you, smacking him on the head and hissing out, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

The boy looks embarrassed and afraid, and he says, “I'm sorry I said people only want you for your body.”

“The boy is blind,” Ronal says as she walks up to you. “He cannot See, he's been overcome by anger and, therefore, what he said to you yesterday means nothing.”

“Don't ever listen to people who cannot see past appearances, for their hearts and minds are as shallow as their eyesight,” the Tsahik tells you, placing a soft hand on your head. “You are beyond their reach, beyond their understanding, and you are so much more than their opinions.”

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Victoria ♥︎

Hey guys! This is my first time writing something for other people to read, so forgive me if it's not that good lol. Also, English is not my first language, so I might have made some mistakes! Hope you enjoy it anyways ❤

You could still feel your ears ringing. Your heart pounding at such an abnormal rhythm, you feared it might stop. Your vision blurred, hands shaking. The feeling that the world around you had become static. You didn't even realize yourself running, pushing through the crowd, only fully regaining your consciousness when you found yourself firmly embraced between your husband's arms. There, you finally broke down, a messy mix of sobs and giggles shared between the two of you. Those were the happiest tears of your entire life. You remember gently holding his face and trying to kiss him while smiling as wide as humanly possible. "We did it, amor." It all seemed like a dream.

But it wasn't, and you couldnt me any more glad. Nor proud. And you made a point of repeating it over and over again as you both finally found each other alone that very day, and over and over again, many times after that. You knew it, you did. From the moment he was called up.

It had been about a week since the finals, but you were still absolutely stuck on cloud 9. All of them were. And even there, lying beside you, the golden glove resting on his bedside table, Emiliano still seemed almost incredulous. "You're the best goalkeeper we've ever had, mi vida. They had no chance." You said, not for the first time, untangling your hand from the man's messy hair to gently wipe the corner of his eyes. "I missed you to death." He whispered, going back to burying his face in the crook of your neck.

For a few days, you spent most of the time just like that, laying on your bed, holding each other. Your husband was pushed to the edge of exhaustion during the WC, and he was not only physically but also and especially mentally drained, so you allowed him to snuggle against your chest, as you gently stroked his locks or traced random patterns across the length of his back.

When Emiliano finally felt he could stand up without every single muscle in his body harshly protesting, the first thing he did was ask you on a date.

He got up early that morning, made a simple but well-prepared breakfast, and even recited a small speech. "I've been so busy this year, I've barely had time to court my beautiful wife. So, from now on, I don't have anytime for anyone or anything but you" You chuckled, trying to pretend like you didn't love how cheesy it was and failing miserably. "Te amo" He pulled you by your waist, gently placing his lips against yours. "Sal a cenar comigo esta noche, si, princesa?" And you said yes, of course you did, because God forbid you deny him such a pleading.

The night started with the two of you getting ready together. You'd go back and forth within your room, making sure your makeup looked perfect and, occasionally, bumping into Emi, who would steal a kiss from you every single time, despite all your protests about him smearing your lipstick. He knew you loved it. And love it you did.

Moments later, you walked side by side to the car. Your husband opened the door for you, as he always did without fail, and walked over to the driver's side. He held your hand tightly throughout the whole ride, leaving small kisses to the back of it every now and then.

You figured he had thought of some special place to take you, knowing him, somewhere nice and elegant but not too over the top. But It really took you by surprise when he held out his hand for you to get out of the car and your eyes fell right on the restaurant where you two had your first real date. God, you didn't even know that place still existed, but there it was, and looking just as beautiful as the first time. It was not very decorated or luxurious, in fact, quite the contrary.

It was a small restaurant, on a small street. A cozy place like very few others, with a small piano placed on a corner, from where you could hear La vie en rosé being impeccably played. Once again, you found yourself on the verge of tears, except, this time, you allowed them to flow freely. "My God, you can't be real." You sighed, looking up at the man you so wisely chose to love. "Do you remember? I was so nervous I couldn't stop talking, barely touched the food." He said, both of you laughing in light of such sweet memory. 

Dinner was amazing, and you couldn't have expected anything different. You sat next to each other and ate your meals in between laughs, sips of wine and a few quick kisses, here and there. Emiliano did not forget to greet and thank the owner of the establishment, and old lady who earnestly asked you to pose for a photo, which would be placed next to the one already lying on the wall, from all those years ago and, of course, you did very gladly.

After the most romantic dinner you could have dreamed of, he took you for a quick walk along the orla, just because he knows you're absolutely in love with the Sea. There, you rested on the cool sand and talked, while finishing your bottle of wine, to the sound of the waves and under the moonlight. You still wonder how you got so lucky.

The magical night ended with the two of you heading home in a taxi, both half drunk and as madly in love as you'd ever been.

Later, when you were already in your nightgown and your husband already in his probably nothing, under the covers, you leaned over to kiss him yet one more time. God knows you could never get tired of those lips. His warm hands slowly roaming all over you, tracing every curve of your body, almost as if he was trying to memorize them. "Te amo, Emi. Mi cariño, mi campeón." You whispered, feeling him smile into the kiss "Eres mi maior victoria."

[criolla-star]

Overwhelmed (Vinny x Garmadon Part 3)

(you should check out part 1 and 2 if you haven’t already)

Vinny stared at Garmadon trying to think how to explain the situation to him. This didn't go unnoticed though, “Take your time I can wait” the larger spoke. The smaller looked down before he shoved his face into Garmadons’ chest and whimpered out in a small voice ,“g-god Garm, why must you be so p-persistent….”. This caused the larger to let out a sigh and place his hand on Vinnys’ head.

Vinny looked up from the larger not expecting him to do this. Garmadon then began gently stroking Vinnys’ head in this comforting way. “Vinny…please I want to help, I can’t stand seeing you like this…”the larger said. “I-it’s just t-that….at work Gayle told me I had to come in on Sunday which is usually my free d-day, a-and t-t-then…..”Vinny whimpered out slowly beginning to panic at the thought of everything, Garmadon easily noticed this as the smaller began hyperventilating.

“A-and I still have l-like 5 f-fucking essays I n-need to write…I-I…l…”the smaller was going to continue talking, but at that point he had tears flowing down his face while breathing extremely heavily and quickly causing Garmadon to worry quite a lot.

The larger grabbed that smallers’ hand then quickly summoned his other two hand the cupped the smallers’ face, “Shh…calm down look at me and breathe….”the larger assured the smaller.

Vinnys’ hands were shaking rapidly. “It’s alright, it’s fine” Garmadon reassured Vinny as his breathing began to slow down.Vinny then rested his head on Garmadons’ shoulder and began quietly sobbing, “I-it’s just g-gets so o-overwhelming Garm…I don’t know what t-to do…”He whimpered out.

Garmadon let out a sigh and started stroking the smallers’ head again. “I know, I know…you have a tough job you need a break”The larger said grabbing the smallers’ hand and gently kissing it all over.

Vinny turned this bright red, but Garamond couldn’t see as his head was resting on Garmadons’ shoulder. “You should’ve told me sooner that’s too much stress for you to hide, I’ll always listen to you, alright?”Garmadon said, his voice was so calm and comforting Vinny loved it.

“A-alright..”Vinny replied. Garmadon gently grabbed Vinnys’ face off his shoulder and cupped them again because he like doing it. Vinnys’ eyes were a little puffy from crying. Garmadons’ eyes trailed from Vinnys’ eyes down to his lips. The Oni warlord felt his heart flutter at the thought of kissing the smaller“You’re beautiful, you know that…” Garmadon spoke out. He stared at Vinny who then turned this bright red. “I-I am..?”he stuttered out surprisingly.

“Yea…you’re so beautiful and….I-I….”Garmadon couldn’t finish that sentence he just couldn’t, he really did love Vinny, but he had no idea whether that feeling was mutual at all. Everything would be awkward if it wasn’t mutual. “You what..?”Vinny asked curiously.

“I-I…”Garmadon wasn’t gonna say he loved him he then grabbed Vinnys’ face and pulled him into a kiss. Vinnys’ eyes widened and soon he fell into the kiss. It was a passionate kiss and they both felt their hearts skip a beat, but they had to part for air.

Vinny was breathing heavily trying to catch his breathe while Garmadon was sitting there trying to comprehend if Vinny liked it or not. “H-holy shit…w-wow i…don’t know what to say w-what was that f-for…?” Vinny stuttered out truely embarrassed at the fact the dark lord just kissed him.

“I thought it was pretty obvious…”Garmadon held Vinnys’ hand “I love you Vinny Folson..”Garmadon spoke. Vinny turned an even brighter red. “W-wait… you’re not l-lying right?”Vinny stuttered out. “We did just kiss..” Garmadon replied “W-well If that’s the case then…I love you too…”Vinny said looking away embarrassingly.

“What does this mean for us then..?”Garmadon asked. Vinny stared at him for a moment. “Well…what do you want it mean..?”Vinny replied. “ I guess…. I wanna be with you..”Garmadon said. Vinny let out a chuckle. “So boyfriends then?”Vinny asked embarrassingly “Yea…dating..”Garmadon said.

Vinny smiled then gave Garmadon a soft kiss on his mouth. Garmadon blushed, he was caught off guard. “You shouldn’t go to work next week..”Garmadon said. “A-are you s-sure?”Vinny stuttered. “You need a break and plus I wanna hang out with you…”Garmadon replied. “Alright, if you say so”Vinny chuckled.

“I love you so much…I always have…”Garmadon said nuzzling Vinnys’ neck. “I love you too you oversized cat…”Vinny giggled out. “Oversized cat…?”Garmadon said out curiously. “You remind of a cat you seem dangerous but when someone gets to know you you’re an absolute sweetheart, and plus you purr and when I scratch under your chin so you’re like a lion”

“I guess that makes you my lioness~”Garmadon said out in a teasing tone. Vinny blushed then laughed out, “I guess you’re right”. It was quiet for a moment, “You should sleep”Garmadon said. “Yea I should, let’s snuggle!”Vinny joyfully spoke. “Sure” the larger replied. The two got comfortable the fell asleep snuggling eachother.

(Holy shit that love confession was terrible but so good)( fuck that was so funny nah bro I love at how terrible this is yet I love it so much)

(Should I continue this I was planning on making a small story but it gets a few views that like it so should I??)

(I’m free to ideas and story suggestions)

[romance-lover77]

Newt Scamander x Fem Muggle Reader Chapter 14

Plot: Blood and tears

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Alcohol addiction, Hurting others. Negativity and Depression

It was night, the sky was dark blue and the stars were radiant. Illuminating the whole sky as it accompanied the big beautiful round full moon. The streets were empty and silent. Most residents of the cities were peacefully sleeping in their beds while you were sitting on a chair writing on a table that was on the balcony of your apartment. Queenie had dropped you off at your apartment saying that you needed rest, at first you didn’t agree and insisted on going back to work at your shop. But she was very persistent so you had no choice but to rest.

All day you had slept and now that it was night. you couldn’t go back to sleep anymore so you decided that it was the right time to write a letter to Newt. At first it was nerve wracking but just remembering how kind and gentle Newt was, it became easier.

Dear Newt,

I hope you are safe and hopefully you can come back soon. I really miss your presence and the reason I'm writing to you so early without receiving your letter yet, is because I need to tell you something very urgent. Today I visited the doctor and he gave me the news that I’m expecting…..Newt you’re going to be a father and I hope that this news gives you joy just as it did to me because no matter what I am keeping this baby. Please give me an answer back as quickly as you can.

Love, Y/N

You kept staring at the letter and reading it repeatedly non-stop. The nerves were building up as your leg kept shaking up and down. Ghastly negative thoughts and scenarios play in your mind, imagining Newt being enraged and yelling all the things other men have told you. “You gorgeous? In your dreams! and now a mother, that poor child will have you as a mother”

Your breathing became heavy as you rapidly grabbed the paper and as you were about to crumble it, your conscience said to stop and send this letter because if you didn’t, regret will haunt you for the rest of your life. A heavy sigh releases from your lips and you took in some deep breaths

“You can do this….He deserves to know”

You place a hand on your stomach and your gaze softens “your father deserves to know, …..hopefully he wants to meet you but no matter what, I will take care of you my baby….”

You then chuckle in disbelief “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe i’m going to be a mother, it feels so unreal, I’m gonna love you with my whole entire being”

A big grin expresses on your face and all the nerves went away. You grasp the letter and begin to put it in an envelope, ready to be sent. You needed an owl so you got up from your seat, about to leave to go to Queenie’s to borrow her owl until something unexpected happened. Newt’s owl comes out of your chimney and flies over landing onto your shoulder.

The owl was holding an envelope with its mouth, your heart began to flutter just thinking of Newt writing to you and you grabbed the envelope excitedly. Opening it and immediately began to read it.

Dear, Y/N

I write this letter to you to say that I won’t be writing to you anymore. I’ve come to realize throughout this mission that I am in love with Tina and the truth is that night we spent together was just a rebound to me. It meant nothing to me and during that night ,all I could think about was Tina. After finishing this mission I won’t be going back to New York. I've decided to go back home to London and So this letter is a farewell, I hope you take care of yourself.

Sincerely, Newt

Your whole world shattered and it felt like your heart had been broken to pieces like it was made of porcelain. Your heart was bleeding and it began to throb in pain. It felt like the world around you began to slow down and your breathing as well. You winced in pain as it felt like your heart was slowing down and you were hyperventilating. In an instant you fell onto the ground, you began to scream and sob with immense pain.

Your emotions were so strong that your body couldn’t handle it and you fainted. As you lay motionless on the floor and you were in a deep sleep. You couldn’t even escape the pain in your sleep as the nightmares were haunting you.

7 hours before (since Spain is 7 hours ahead of New York)

10 pm Spain

Newt had finished writing his letter for you and instructed the owl to send it but without knowing that Tina had swapped the letter. The one that happened to be the one that you would later read in the future. Ever since Tina discovered that Newt is in love with you, she couldn’t take that kind of rejection and did the most insane wicked thing she has ever done. She falsificated Newt’s writing and knew what she had to write, to separate you and Newt. Making sure that you wouldn’t want to ever see him again. In that moment she had no remorse whatsoever and her plan wasn’t over.

It’s been a whole month that you had read the letter and that whole month ,you laid in bed all day. Not even going to work/opening your shop.You just felt soulless, depressed and seeing no point in life anymore. All you wanted to do was sleep forever so you wouldn’t be able to feel this pain and agony anymore. It was too much to handle, thinking how you wouldn’t be a good mother and being a single mother. You wouldn’t be able to handle the stares you would get from known people and how they would judge you on being pregnant without marriage. You would be an embarrassment and disgrace and you were now 2 months pregnant and the bump was barely showing, But most importantly the man you loved with all your strength, with all your being, with all heart and soul doesn’t love you back.

Of course Queenie has come to comfort you, and has tried to help you from feeling this way but nothing worked. Queenie couldn’t bear seeing you waste your life away and knew that if you continued this way, you would die of a broken heart.

When Queenie found out about the last letter that “Newt” had sent, she was immensely enraged, that her blood was boiling and had the deep desire of killing Newt for playing with your feelings. But fortunately Jacob barely convinced her not to do anything deranged.

When Jacob heard what happened about the letter, he was in disbelief. He refused to believe that Newt would do that, he knew him better than anyone(well except Theasus)else after spending so much time with him and being best friends. Jacob had suspicions of that letter, but he couldn’t prove it. Of course Jacob also found out about your pregnancy and felt pity for you. He cares for you, Queenie and he promised to be your child’s guardians.

It was the afternoon where one could hear the honks of cars in the streets from all the people getting out from work and going to their homes. Again you were lying motionless on your bed and the room was so silent and the only thing that you could hear was the clock ticking away.

But then without anticipation, there was a knock on the door and it slowly opened revealing Queenie. She stared at you with concern “Hey I came to check in on you, how are you feeling ?”

Queenie waited for your response but nothing was returned. You couldn’t speak at all but Queenie wasn’t angry because she understood. She slowly sat on the bed and placed her hand on your arm. You didn’t flinch or anything, you just stayed motionless as a doll.

“Y/n please, you can’t continue like this… there is so much to life! Don’t waste it just because a foolish idiot doesn’t know what’s good for him.”

Again no response, not because you didn’t want to but because you didn’t know what to respond. You couldn’t help feeling like this. Queenie frowned and squeezed your arm

“At least be strong for your baby, she or he needs a strong and loving mother-“

Just by bringing your baby to the topic, it instantly brought your attention. You turn you body to exchange looks with Queenie

“Queenie… I don’t think I'm capable of being a good mother, this baby should have been Tina’s. This baby should be inside her, she should have been the mother of Newt’s child, not me”

A few tears escapes from your eyes

Queenie couldn’t handle hearing you talk so negatively about yourself, for once she wanted you to be happy to be yourself because you are a beautiful amazingly kind woman who deserves more than those women who are ugly on the inside. So Queenie bursted

“NO! LISTEN HERE! IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT THAT YOU GOT PREGNANT NOR ITS THAT BABY’S FAULT, IT ISN’T YOUR FAULT THAT NEWT IS SO INCREDIBLY STUPID THAT HE COULDN’T REALIZE HOW GORGEOUS YOU ARE IN AND OUT. AND YOU WILL RAISE THIS BABY AND TEACH THEM THAT REAL BEAUTY COMES FROM SOMEONE’S KIND AND GOOD HEART AND NOT FROM SOMEONE’S APPEARANCE. YOU ARE GOING TO LIVE FOR THIS BABY! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!”

You were completely appalled that your eyes were widened. Queenie has never been this angry with you until now but your conscience knew that you totally deserved to be scolded, you needed your senses back and they did come back

You sat up and a big amount of tears were flooding out of your eyes

“I’m so sorry for being such an idiot! You’re right! This baby is counting on me and I’m here just feeling pity for myself. I don’t need Newt when I have my baby, and- ....”

You stayed silent as you were collecting your thoughts but Queenie was puzzled on why you abruptly cut off

“Y/n?”

You slowly exchange looks with Queenie and a big grin appears on your face and Queenie was desperately confused

“I won’t ever be alone again, I have my baby to always be with me and I will give it so much love that my parents couldn’t give me”

Now it was Queenie’s turn to cry her eyes out, and abruptly hugged you. You needed this hug as you felt warmth and calmness.

“Ohhh Y\N! you weren’t ever alone! You have me and Jacob..We will always be here for you, I will always be here for you. You Y/n are my sister and soulmate, I love you…”

*side note: If you believe in soulmates, then just know that someone can have more than one soulmate. A lover soulmate, and a best friend soulmate

You softly smile “I love you too”

Queenie than breaks the hug and grasp both of your arms, and expresses a serious face

“Are you going to get up now? and tomorrow and all the days that come?”

You chuckle knowing how funny Queenie’s face seemed right now “Yes I promise”

Queenie shrieks in happiness “I’m so glad to hear that!! Now come on, get dressed i’m inviting you to dinner at my place, you and your baby must be starving”

In that precise moment your stomach growls loudly and a tint of red appears on your cheeks. “You have no idea” You and Queenie were giggling loudly, suddenly you stopped and tried to experience this happy moment as much as you could before it lasted. This moment made you realize how fortunate you were to be living and you didn’t need Newt to be happy. As you already had the people you loved.

But in really deep in your heart, you will always love him

Then a sudden knock from the front door interrupted your thoughts and startled both of you. Both of you exchange looks with confusion

“Y/n are you expecting someone?”

“No I-I rarely invite people into my apartment”

Queenie stands up from the bed and begins walking out of your bedroom. You stood up and followed, both of you were now at the front door. You gripped the door knob, ready fo open it when Queenie abruptly stops you

“No! Wait!”

You were agitated by her reaction “Huh!? What,why?

“I don’t want you to panic but there can be a possibility that this could either be Newt or Tina-“

Your eyes widened as you were about to panic “No that can’t be! Newt would be going back to London and there is no reason for Tina to come torment me again!”

“Y/n calm down, there is also a possibility that it’s someone else, but if it’s either one of them, I assure you i’m going to kill them”

You take a deep breath and nod, as you felt a bit eased since Queenie was here to protect you. You slowly opened the door as you both felt the suspense.

It was the unexpected, a person that you thought you would never ever see in your life again. The person who immensely hurt you and abandoned you. It was your mother

Your heart sank at the view and you couldn’t believe what your eyes were seeing. You didn’t want to believe and instead believe that this was just a terrible dream. While Queenie had no idea who this lady was and was curious on what she was doing here.

The lady appeared illy skinny, extremely dark eyes bags on her face, her teeth completely rotted and yellow. Her hair was so thin that you could see her scalp. Her clothes seemed like they were deteriorating and were so ripped and dirty.

“Y/n it’s me, your mother! I've come back!”

Your body was backing away as you repeatedly said no

“No no no no no no, this can’t be real, this can’t be real, you are suppose to be dead”

Queenie’s eyes widened and immediately knew why you were reacting that way. You had told her about your dreadful past that you desperately wanted to forget. To pretend like it never existed

As a child, after your father abandoned your mom and you she became extremely depressed and hatred filled her entire being. To ease her pain she would go to secret establishments where people would gamble since gambling was illegal(in this time) and put all her money into the game. She would also drink her sadness away until she couldn’t handle it anymore and every day would come home extremely intoxicated and would physically hurt you multiple times blaming you as you were the reason that your father left. So with time she became an alcoholic and to be able to buy more alcohol she would gamble but always lost her money and because of her addiction she begged gang leaders for money and was in deep debt.

You would starve as your mom didn’t care to feed you, you were filthy as your mom didn’t care to bath you. You were lonely and had no one in the world.

Then one day your mom disappeared, she had abandoned you and you had to learn how to defend yourself. As one day a nun found you in a horrible condition, she took you into the nun convention, where other orphans lived and the nuns would take care of them until they turned 18.

You promised yourself that if you were to ever have children of your own, that you would love them unconditionally and take care of them. To always be there for them unlike your mother who left you to die without remorse.

Your eyes were filled with terror as if seeing a ghost and your body was trembling. Queenie rapidly grabbed your arms and stared right into your eyes

“Y/n breathe, everything will be alright, I’m here remember. If anything happens, I will be by your side”

Your heart began to slow down and you took in some deep breaths. You closed your eyes for a moment as in mentally preparing yourself. Finally you had eased a bit

“I’m fine”

“Are you sure ?” You nodded to Queenie and she loosened her grip on your arms.

You look at your mother who was standing in silence and you give her the most enraged expression that anyone could ever give

“What do you want ?”

She frowns and tries to come closer but you step back. Queenie is at the side being at guard and also giving her a nasty glare.

“Y/n i’m so sorry for leaving when you were just a child, I regret everything I had ever done.”

You felt incredibly enraged and hatred that your face was fuming

“After all these years, you realized all your sins, well there, you can leave now”

You grasped the door about to close it but your mother halted your arms

“No No please! I need your help!”

Queenie tried to take her off you but she was very resistant and kept squirming and begging desperately

Your gaze softened and a frown appeared “I feel pity for you, Father abandoned you because of me but did you ever think that I could have filled that hole in your heart”

Those words cut deeply inside your mother’s heart, and she froze. Lamenting all the time she lost with you, she truly felt sorry and guilty for making you suffer. Knowing that she can never get that time back. She began to sob

“I’m so sorry! I don’t expect you to forgive me- I really need your help”

Queenie has had enough and with all her strength she took her off of you brutally “Get off her! you had said what you needed to say so go!”

“No! if you don’t help me we both will die!” your mother yelled and your eyes widened as well as Queenie’s

“What do you mean?” you ask her worriedly

Your mother appeared to be very terrified and lowered her voice “If you don’t marry the gang leader’s son, the one i’m in debt with. we will both die”

to be continued….

[doodle17]

Well, my brain thought of a dark prompt (tw: death)

You know the sad version of beautiful boy and everything? Well imagine if that was Raz dying during a mission, trying to calm down his kids after they found him almost dead (do I know how the kids got there, no) and during the last little bit if the song, Lili finally find the kids, next to their dying father as he giving them one last smile before he dies.

(GODDAMMIT MAKING ME CRY OVER HERE. WELP I guess every happy story should at least have a dark time-line or somthing for EDGE.)

TW I guess?? In case this bothers anyone, this is gonna be kinda sad, for losing a father/fatherly figure, injuries and blood, and also because my mutuals love to torment me and I'll be writing this through ugly tears :')

"Hurt? This is nothing. Now, what did I tell you two about staying away from danger?"

Is what Raz had said when he took the blow for the first time. Of course he was lying in hopes that his terrified kids wouldn't be so afraid. Of course he had adrenaline on his side then, too. But now, everything was starting to set in. His side ached with a numbing throb that seemed to grow by the second.

"I... I don't know what to do..." Dmitry said. His voice was shaking, his eyes were expressionless. His face was stuck with an emotion of disbelief. A major contrast to his brother who paced back and forth, on the verge of hysterics. "What can we do?!" Cecil cried. "This isn't what's supposed to happen!" He dug his fingers into his hair, his eyes darting around the room.

"Hey, hey little buddy, it's okay-" Raz tried to calm him down, but he quickly cut him off. "No! No it's not!" He sobbed. "He's just trying to help while he can!" Dmitry snapped. The boys began arguing. That's what they do. They are brothers, after all.

Raz groaned. He really didn't have the energy to shout at them to stop fighting. "Come on, knock it off you two..." The boys stopped and stared at him. Dmitry inhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut. Cecil still had tears streaming down his face. You would've thought he'd melt into a puddle at any moment. "Sorry..." They both said, quietly.

Raz held up both of his arms, best he could without making his injury hurt worse. He sighed and smiled. "Alright... Come here for a sec." The boys took a seat next to him. One on each side, and he put his arms around them.

"I probably should have told you boys that, missions aren't exactly like the comics. You don't always make it out alive, or unscathed." He looked at his side, dark red soaked his sweater. "Sometimes... the 'Hero' doesn't win... I-I'm sorry for the let down." He chuckled, but then groaned in pain.

"You're going to be okay." Dmitry said, his voice shaky but dull if determination. "You have to be okay!" Raz smiled sadly. "I'm afraid not, Dee. This is pretty bad." He winced, trying to move himself up a bit. Cecil wrapped his arms around Raz's neck, burying his head in his shoulder. "Please don't say that..." He sobbed. "Hey, hey! It's going to be alright Cece."

Dmitry rested his head on Raz's chest. "You're going to be alright though... right dad...?" He could feel tears begin to prick the corners of his eyes as he noticed how faint his fathers heartbeat was. Raz rested his hand on Dmitry's head.

"It'll be alright... It's nothing..."