#also kei snapping hurts me sobs

[dazed--xx]

SKZ Reaction: He hurts the reader (Hyung Line)

A/N: GUESS WHOS BACK?! BACK AGAIN DAZED IS BACK TELL A FRIEND GUESS WHOS BACK GUESS WHOS BACK GUESS WHOS BACK….a little short one I was able to come up with for this request. I hope y’all missed me as much as I missed y’all. I was uninspired recently but I’ve found my inspiration and I’m not as depressed as I once was so I felt it was only right to give y’all what you wanted. Also Minhos is implied Yandere

Masterlist

Chan:

“You’re fucking kidding me right?!” You argue, frustration bubbling in your stomach as the image of the trainee seated comfortably on Chan’s lap flashes in your memory. He shakes his head, his eyes rolling in annoyance, “No, Y/N if you can’t handle the fact that she just fell and it’s not what your making it out to be then maybe I don’t need to be with you!” He growls. You scoff at the audacity “oh sorry Chan, she just fell and I just so happened to walk in at the wrong time?!” He throws his hands up in frustration “Jesus Fuck! Y/N are you stupid? Like genuinely I’m asking because you’re obviously fucking stupid if you seem to think I would allow someone to do that!” The veins in his neck begin to bulge as you roll your eyes “I guess I’m fucking stupid then! Cause I don’t believe you! If she had just fell why were her arms around your neck why was her head laying on your shoulder?! WHY WERE YOUR ARMS WRAPPED AROUND HER?! I UNDERSTAND IF SHE FELL BUT SHE DIDN’T FUCKING FALL YOU GUYS WERE FUCKING CUDDLING CHAN” you counter, your voice cracking as you make your way to the bedroom. Forcing the door open you grab your suitcase placed under the bed.

Chan followed behind you his eyes never once leaving you. His heart sunk in his chest at your actions, and his anger in his stomach bubbled. There’s no way you were leaving him over this….right? He genuinely didn’t do anything wrong. And whilst, yes things could have been misconstrued he was sincerely telling you the honest to god truth. Your actions only fueling his anger “Why can’t you just fucking trust me?!” He snaps, grabbing the lamp from the nightstand and sending it hurling across the room. Only, not only did he hear the shattering of the lamp but a loud scream erupting from your throat. His eyes fall on you now huddled in the middle of the room. Fragments from the lamp scattered on the floor behind you and at your feet. Shock over took him. His mouth hung widen open, tears flowed down your cheeks as you ran past him out of the room as you meekly muttered “I’ll send someone to get my things another time…” it took him a few seconds to process everything as his anger was completely subsided with his actions and your words. His feet acted before he realized what he was doing, your retreating figure came into view and his heart yearned to stop you from walking out of that door. “Baby—Y/N, please I-I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know why I did that, please don’t leave. I’m sorry” he cried as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your whole body tensed from the contact and his resolve completely shattered at your fear. Sobs flowed out like Niagara, his breathing grew heavier and heavier as you struggled to pull him off you. His pleas falling on deaf ears as you finally force him off you and grab your keys and purse before running to your car.

Your heart broke as Chan pulled on your door handle, heartbreak and sorrow etched on his features as he begged you to stay, that he would fix things and profusely apologizing. You pleaded for him to let go of the handle so he wouldn’t get hurt but having no choice you placed your car in reverse and slowly made your way out of the drive way and down the street. Your eyes catching a glimpse of the man you love crying at the end of the driveway where you left him, on his knees.

Minho:

“You’re overreacting..” Minho sighed as you walked down the street, not understanding your anger at his ignorance. “Minho, you introduced me as your friend to someone you’ve liked for years. How can you be so oblivious to how that can hurt your girlfriend. That watched you pine over that girl for years.” You explained cautiously behind gritted teeth. “I didn’t pine over her. And I love you, not her so I don’t see the problem, nor do I really care if she knows our relationship or not. It’s not like I go around telling everyone you’re my girlfriend anyway” he states snobbishly as he shrugs you off. You stop in place releasing his hand. “So who knows then?” You question, this has come up a few times in your almost one year relationship. For some reason, Minho seems hesitant to fully acknowledge you as his girlfriend. You wouldn’t have really cared if it was just about going public but so far you’ve never even met his members. Not when you were his friend, and especially not while you were his girlfriend. You weren’t even sure his parents knew. And with the way he’s been treating you, it’s no surprise when he gives you a confused look and states “no one? Why does anyone have to know? You know what I’m not doing this with you again. I told you already, I don’t want anyone to know about us. Other people like to ruin happy relationships, why would I want someone to unnecessarily know about something I want to be mine and mine only?” You scoff at his undermining tone, this is how it always was. You somehow get on his nerves and he scolds you like a child, almost like he looks down on you in a way. Almost like—“Are you embarrassed of me or something?” You snap.

Realization washes over you, your mouth hung open; as you stare at him in shock. The look on his face has your blood running cold. A glare planted firmly on you as he stomps over to you, his hand roughly grabbing your wrist. His grip is vice like and hurt. “ow, Minho, you’re hurting me—Don’t ever say something so fucking stupid again are you kidding me?!” He snapped behind gritted teeth his words like venom almost instantaneously you nodded in fear. Tears built in your eyes and you thanked god you were close to your dorm. “Please let me go…” you muttered as he pulled you beside him down the street toward your dorm. The whole way his harsh grip remained on your wrist, as tears flowed down your cheeks. His natural calm look remained on his face, really selling the façade of someone quite unaffected but inside he was dying. How could you ask him that? You are the only thing that matters to him. He’s never once been embarrassed of you he loves you so much. And though—yes, he may have lied to that girl about your relationship, honestly just to see how you’d react, he never thought you’d ask him such a disgusting question. He lied to you, and he knows this is his price to pay for that lie but how could he bring you around everyone that’s so desperate to meet you? He could feel you slipping through his fingers so to speak so he held you at his side. Your pleas falling on deaf ears, he didn’t even realize how tightly he had been holding you. And once he realized it was too late, when you refused to meet his eyes at your door he felt like he was going to throw up. He overreacted, he knows he did. He stared at your fearful figure and pulled you into his chest. Words getting stuck in his throat as you shoved his arms away, what could he do? He was panicking. “I-I didn’t mean to—I don’t care.” You cut him off “I can’t do this anymore Minho, please…don’t—don’t come back here” this couldn’t be happening right now. “Princess, I really didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry, I’m not embarrassed of you okay? I’ll fix this, we can go to my dorm right now you can meet my members. I’ll do whatever you want but please don’t break up with me. You know id never hurt you on purpose, I genuinely just lost myself for a second but it won’t happen again. I won’t let it happen again. I’m sorry I’m so sorry but please don’t make me leave now it was supposed to be our night please don’t let my stupidity mess everything up.” He begged grabbing your hand in his. Shaking your head you rejected him coldly before rushing inside and locking the door behind you ignoring the banging and whaling at the door.

Changbin:

“This is really too much, Y/N..” Changbin scolded. You had texted him quite a few times, since he hadn’t come home in 3 days and to the average person you’d expect a reply or any sign your significant other is doing okay. The last time you had seen him he was on the verge of collapse and now he acted as if nothing had happened; as if you didn’t see how he struggled to even walk to your room a few nights prior. “How is it too much? I just asked Chan if you were okay, I was worried about you, Bin” you pout from your place on the couch. “I told you that I was fine. I told you I was busy and didn’t need you consistently checking up on me and being so fucking obsessive. I understand why your exes just disappeared on you cause holy fuck!” He growls, you bite your lip at his words lifting yourself from your seat and slowly make your way to the bedroom to collect your things to get some space. Your movements are halted by his harsh grip whipping you around to face him. Tears streaming down your face as your harshly shoved against the wall “No! You don’t get to be literally fucking crazy then just walk away like you didn’t fucking harass me” He scolds.

A sharp pain radiating in your back, you flinched as he towered over you. “Please let me go I-I don’t want this…I’m sorry I’m sorry” your hands covered your head as you squeaked. His hold on you loosened “B-babe…” he croaked “Im sorry I—“ his words were cut off by you forcefully shoving him away from you “D-don’t touch me” you exclaim while you rushed to the bedroom. Locking it behind you as you listened to a once frozen Changbin shout expletives and several loud bangs ring through the apartment.

Hyunjin:

“You really think he loves you?” Yerim prods, her words like venom and you silently prayed Hyunjin would be back from the store soon. “Hyunjin likes me Yerim, we’re dating. We have been dating for over a year now I would think he likes me” you sigh. Staring at the door, “you think that but you do know what he does when he comes over to my place? It’s like you don’t exist, he loves me honestly. We’ve been friends since we were kids you really don’t think I can’t make you guys break up any time I want? You’re still with Hyunjin because I allow you to be.” She snaps. Her hands sat on her hips as she leans into your face “He loves me not you and honestly it’s embarrassing how much you cling to him” her words like venom, sending pain straight into your heart. You never particularly cared that Hyunjins best friend was a girl, you never minded that they hung out almost daily. You didn’t mind not tagging along because you felt he deserved to have time alone with his best friend. Yet, every time you’d had seen her she would have something negative to say and for a while now it’s been the stipulation that Hyunjin was cheating on you with her. You typically just ignore her, and never tell Hyunjin as you don’t want to be the reason for them to fight. But her words today have you absolutely fuming. “Jesus Christ, Yerim! Can you grow the fuck up for once? Like honestly I’m really over this bitchy, monopolizing attitude you have over Hyunjin. He may have fallen for this innocent, perfect persona but I’m really getting pissed off with it.” You snap as you lift yourself from the couch you were sat on and making your way over to the kitchen. “I WAS HIS FRIEND FIRST! I LOVED HIM FIRST!” She growls grabbing your arm and forcing you to look at her “okay! SO WHY WERE YOU SUCH A PUSSY AND DIDN’T CONFESS TO HIM?! IF YOU LOVED HIM SO FUCKING MUCH YOU WOULD HAVE TOLD HIM THAT YOU LOVE HIM WHETHER HE WAS WITH ME OR NOT BUT NO YOU CHOSE TO RUN WITH YOUR TAIL TUCKED BETWEEN YOUR LEGS AND NOW YOU EXPECT ME TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND! Get a fucking grip Yerim and don’t fucking touch me!” You force your arm from her grasp with a little too much force earning a small yelp from Yerim as she stumbles back toward the couch. The sound of the door slamming closed cut both of your words off. You see Hyunjin standing in the doorway a glare planted on his face as he stormed toward you two.

You feel confusion as his scowl never once left your face as he shoved you away from his friend. Losing your footing from going backward you land on the ground a sharp pain shoots through your wrist. “Yerim are you okay? Y/N are you fucking crazy?!” He growled at you never once turning and seeing your small figure holding tight onto your wrist as the pain radiates through it. “. “She’s literally fine she fell…” you grumble. “Onto a couch mind you” your words are strained as you slowly lift yourself up from the ground. “Why’d you fucking push her in the first place? I get you don’t even like her but to act so fucking childish it’s disgusting!” He scolds, you glare at him as you make your way to your door grabbing your car keys with your wrist pressed firmly against your body; as you held back your tears “ITS DISGUSTING THAT YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME TOO BUT WHATEVER HYUNJIN IM GOING TO THE HOSPITAL I WANT YOU, YOUR SLUT AND YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY APARTMENT BEFORE I GET BACK!” You snap. “Wait, Y/N! I think you’re misunderstanding something here… she’s my best friend that’s all! I didn’t mean to hurt you I’m sorry okay? But I heard what you said and just saw red when I saw you push her!” He counters as he makes his way over to you. “But you don’t care about what she said? Nothing was misunderstood she made both of your relationship very clear to me and honestly you can have each other” you argue, his eyes brows scrunch together as his head whips toward Yerim. “What the hell did you say to her?!” He shouted his voice filled with panic. “It doesn’t matter I want you both gone before I get back here…” you snap as you force your door open and make your way outside. You can hear his confused pleas for you to allow him to come with you. You saw the realization adorn his features as he realized that you were serious, when you wouldn’t unlock your passenger door no matter how many times he pulled on it. He cried and begged you not to break up with him over this, that he would fix it and he believed you. He felt the world crumbling down around him as you drove away and he received a text from you stating that him and his stuff needed to be vacated from your apartment by the time you came back home. He sobbed harshly as he stared after your car driving away from him.

#skz angst #skz reactions #skz angst reaction #stray kids reaction #stray kids angst reaction #stray kids angst #bang chan angst #skz minho angst #changbin angst #hyunjin angst #skz changbin #skz bang chan #skz hyunjin #skz minho #skz requests

[carmyboobear]

Idk if you've written this but can you write about carmy and the reader arguing and he makes her cry? Idk I just feel like thatd be good angst fluff lol

AHH I got carried away as per usual. anyway this is good stuff. wrote a bunch. enjoy!!

word count: 1.3k

tags: traumatized carmy, mentally ill carmy and reader, arguing, language, HURT/COMFORT, ANGST/FLUFF, carmy being a sweetie

Hm…i'm spending a lot of time thinking about the set-up for this. Carmy is a very careful person when it comes to those he’s romantically involved in, but at the same time, he has a hard time controlling his temper when he's in the darkness, as i'll put it. 

here's something awful i think about that i wanna write about. carmy's stressed about work, because of course he is. he's carmy. his head is whirring, spinning with anxiety and self-hatred. i think you're just like him. mentally ill for mentally ill if you will. you're also in a bad mood, and he comes home from The Bear exhausted and keyed up.

“I hate when you push me away like this,” you admit. You've been trying to get him to talk to you since he's been home. Maybe he just needs space, but separation makes you anxious. Especially when he shuts down. 

“I'm sorry that it's so hard for you,” he spits, finally snapping and turning to face you. You've followed him into the dark bedroom, lit only by the harsh moonlight through the window. You flinch. You never quite get used to seeing him like this. 

“I—I just—“ you feel pressure beginning in the back of your eyes. You will it away. “How can I help you if you don’t talk to me?”

“Why do you care so much? Does it make you feel better to take care of someone more fucked up than you?” He snaps, voice raised. His words go down bitter, leaving an awful taste in your mouth. Something in you shatters.

“How could you ask me that?” Your vision’s gone hot and blurry. “I’m your partner. I love you, that’s why I care, you asshole!” You’re stifling sobs. You hate crying in fights like this, but it hurts. You can’t help it.

“Fuck,” Carmy mutters under his breath. He’s gone still in your blurred vision. “Baby, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that—“

“That was so fucked up, Carmy.” You move to sit on the bed, trying to wipe your tears away, but they keep coming. “What’s your problem?”

“You know what my problem is.” His remorse has swept away the anger, leaving him quiet before you. He leans down at your knees, hands on your thighs. “I shouldn’t have said that. Any of that.”

“You shouldn’t have.” Carmy nods quickly, and he raises a hand to your wet cheeks. “Fuckin’ asshole.”

“I know.” He takes your pain, your anger in its entirety. His other hand brings your knuckles to his lips. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.“

“Sure sounded like you meant it.” Anger flares up in your chest, hurt and betrayed, but you tamp it down, leaning into his hand cradling his face. You take a deep breath to steady yourself. “Damnit, Carmy.”

“I know. I know.” He’s still kissing your hand. “You’re too good for me. I don’t deserve you.” You hate it when he talks like this, because you can tell he really believes it.

“Don’t say that. Please.” 

“But it’s true.” You look down at him in the moonlight, at his sad blue eyes. “I always find ways to hurt you. I…”

“That’s what being in a relationship is, Carm.” You pat the space next to you. “Sit with me?”

“I keep having to remind myself of that.” He sinks into the bed next to you. “I’m so sorry for talking about you like that. Like you’re only doing this out of…I don’t know. Obligation.” He drags a hand across his tired face. “You don’t deserve that. I’m sorry. I just, I just think that—that I’m—fuck—“

“Slow down, Carm,” you say quietly. “It’s okay. You don’t need to force it. I’m listening.” He smiles bitterly at you, and you recognize the love in it easily. He takes in a deep breath before continuing. 

“I still have a hard time believing that anyone cares about me. I can’t even believe that you—love me.” You can practically see the shame rolling off of him in waves. “And it makes me scared.”

“Love is scary, isn’t it?” You say softly. He just nods. “It scares me, too. That’s why I kept pestering you when you got home. I…” You blink quickly. You don’t wanna cry again. “It scares me when I don’t know what you’re thinking. Because…I dunno. It just does.”

“Yeah?” You nod. He has this thoughtful expression that he holds for a moment as he stews on your words. “I didn’t think about it like that. I’m sorry. I think…I think when you kept asking me if I was okay, it…” he sighs, scratches at his temples. “I felt like I was…getting back into a corner. I think.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” You take his hand in yours. “I can see how that must’ve felt really bad.”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault that I’m like this. I think—I think it just reminded me of my mom. We would always ask her if she was okay, because she’s fucking crazy, yknow? We didn’t wanna step on her toes. But it turns out we did anyway. And the way I acted just now, I was just like…” He can’t even get the words out. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again, voice choked with emotion. “I love you. So much. You know that, right?”

“You tell me everyday. How could I not?” You pull him into a hug, tight and warm, and he instantly wraps his arms around you. “You’re not your mom, Carm. You're nothing like her. Okay?” 

“I don’t wanna be like her,” he whispers. “I don’t wanna be like her.”

“You’re not,” you remind him softly. “And you won’t be.”

Carmy leans back to look at you, but he remains close. His expression is knotted with pain. You run your thumb over his furrowed brow, and it makes his mouth curve upwards in a smile. It’s fleeting, but it was there. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I’ll try to open up more. Let you know what I’m thinking.”

Suddenly, you think about when you first started dating Carmy. He was so scared to open up to you emotionally, but with gentle prodding, he fell apart instantly. There was a hunger in him to be known by others, to be seen by you, and it scared him to death. You see that same fear in him now, but you also see how much he’s grown since then. You doubt you would’ve been able to have this conversation at all in the first couple months. 

That makes you happy in a way you’re not quite able to word properly.

“Thank you. But I hope you also know I don’t want to force you. I just wanna help. And…” You measure your words carefully. “I’ll try not to let it freak me out so much. Because if you’re not in the mood to talk, I want you to know that’s okay. Okay?”

“Okay. I’d like that. If I don’t want to talk, I’ll just tell you. Instead of…blowing a fuse.” He laughs dryly. 

“I’d like that too.” You let out an exhale of relief you didn’t realize you were holding. “Wow, Carm. Look at us. Communicating!”

“I know.” That makes him laugh for real this time, and you’re laughing too. “I couldn’t do it without you.”

“I think you could. But I certainly like doing it with you.” His smiles grows wider at that, brimming with affection. 

“Let me make this up to you, baby.” He pulls you in for a kiss, slow and deep. You let out a little noise when his lips meet yours. 

“Make it up to me?” Carmy’s tongue is on your neck now. Oh. “Aren’t you tired? You—you have work tomorrow—?”

“Don’t care.” You fall back onto the bed, and the blankets deflate under you. You stare up at Carmy, his curls hanging by his face. “You’re more important.”

“Well, if you insist…” You giggle, and your giggles get louder when Carmy pulls up your shirt to blow raspberries against your stomach. “Carmy, quit it—oh—!”

He makes it up to you in full and more by keeping his head between your legs for the rest of the night. By the end of it you can't remember what you were mad about in the first place.

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear fx #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #the bear fanfiction #my blurbs #my asks #AHH.... started writing this thing this morning and then i got massively carried away. typical #anyway today was a carmy day for me (derogatory) so writing this felt pretty cathartic

[obsolescent]

I definitely imagine ghost like this when he comes back from a few months away and he’s just absolutely pissed that reader hasn’t being taking care of herself to take good care of the little ones😭https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJsu6BM3/

Woven Together

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x AFAB!GN!Reader

Author’s notes: Ough I am a sucker for domestic Simon. Honestly, after all he’s been through I feel like he would be a wonderful father and would want to be one, too. To set an example and show that he can and will be different from what his father was. Oops I’m getting carried away, I just love letting characters heal lol. Thank you for your request! Also…Gender neutral names for a parent are kinda hard to find, lol.

Content Warnings: Marriage, mentions of pregnancy, reader has given birth, reader has been neglecting themselves a bit, just in a forgetful way. Reader is called Mapa, a mixture of mama and papa.

CRASH

The sound echoes throughout the house. Your feet are moving before your brain realizes. You clutch the sling that your infant is nestled into close to your chest, trying to keep them asleep while rushing to your other child. You begin to hear them starting to cry and quicken your pace.

You round the corner into the living room, spotting your child. Your oldest, your son, is in the stage known as the “Terrible Twos,” which is an understatement. He’s so curious, getting into any and everything and it’s hard to keep up with him now that you’ve had your other child, your daughter. She’s just turned four months old, still quite small and sleeping throughout most of the day with feedings every couple hours. You have her in a sling secured around your chest while you made lunch for your son, before the sudden loud noise occurred. 

You see now what’s caused the loud racket and his sobbing. The lamp that was on the end table is now broken on the floor, likely due to him running and bumping into it. “Uh oh!” You exclaim, coming towards him with outstretched hands. He runs into your embrace, while hiccupping an “Uh oh” back to you. It’s something you’ve been able to teach him to say when something like this occurs, whenever he makes a mistake or gets hurt, you’ve realized it helps him calm down and to let him know that accidents happen and he isn’t in trouble.

While cooing in his ear and rubbing his back, you hear keys slide into the lock at the front door. Your head snaps to the sound and you watch your husband, Simon, walk inside. He had been able to be at home for the birth of your daughter through paternity leave, but had to leave again after those six weeks ended. He had been gone for a month now and you were so glad to have him home again. Your son also looks toward the sound, now excited at seeing his father home. “Dada!” He yells, rushing towards him. 

He sets his duffle bag aside and crouches down with his arms wide. “Hello, my boy!” He says, scooping him up and hugging him. You beam at the display, before making your way to them both. “Hello to you, too, my loves, " He says, bending down and giving you a quick kiss to the lips, before crouching further to plant one on his daughter’s head. He holds your cheek in his hand, studying your face. He must notice the bags under your eyes, unruliness of your hair, the rumpled clothing. You wince. “Darling…” He trails off, narrowing his eyes at you. 

 “It’s been a rough month without you, honey,” You answer honestly. No use in hiding it, you reckoned, for it was bare to his eyes. “Sit.” Simon instructs you, putting an arm around you, directing you towards the couch. You take a seat, while he sets your son down. “Hold Esther while I put the sling on,” He says, waiting for you to hand it to him. You look up at him, confused. “You need rest, love. Let me watch the children while you relax.” “But you just got back from a mission–” He stops you by cupping your face in his hands. “No arguing. Now, the sling, please.” You grumbled under your breath while slipping your daughter out from the cloth.

After unwrapping yourself from the sling, you hand it to Simon, who begins to place it around himself. Once finished, he scoops up Esther and places her against his chest, safely securing her inside its hold. She begins to fuss, but soon settles after Simon begins rubbing her back and cooing to her. You can’t help but smile at the display, your heart full of love and warmth for your little family. 

Simon grabs your son’s hand. “Timothy, we’re going to let Mapa take a break, alright? Let’s go have ourselves a snack, yeah?” Your son eagerly nods his head, tugging him towards the kitchen. Simon looks back at you with a smile, “Enjoy your break, darling.” “Thank you, Simon. I love you.” “Love you more.” You stand up from the couch and head towards yours and Simon’s room. Slipping into your pajamas, you crawl into bed, sleep gently taking you. 

Waking with a start after feeling the bed shift, you feel arms wrap around you. “Simon?” You asked groggily, looking over your shoulder. “It’s me, love. How was your nap?” “It was wonderful, thank you, honey.” You sit up and wipe the sleep from your eyes, blinking a few times as your eyes adjust to the dark, slivers of moonlight poking through the curtains. “How long did I sleep for?” You asked, remembering it was around one o’clock in the afternoon when Simon arrived home. “It’s nine now,” He replies, running his fingers through your hair. Nine?! 

“Oh my Lord, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep that long, I must’ve been worn slap out.” You feel guilt gnawing at you for leaving Simon alone with the children for so long, before he says, “It’s fine, didn’t want to disturb your rest, you needed it.” He kisses the back of your hand. “The children are asleep, just me and you now.” Oh. You return to his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. 

“What would I do without you, Simon? Thank you for today,” You say, now running your hands through his short blond locks. He hums with a grin, “Bare minimum I could do, was glad to have the time with the little ones anyways.” He was never one to accept praise. “Now, I want to spend my time with my spouse. Are you hungry?” The mention of food causes your stomach to growl, loudly. You both laugh, before Simon pulls you from bed. “Let’s order some takeout and watch a movie, yeah?” You grin and nod, excited at the prospect of an at-home date with your husband. 

After ordering food, you settle down to wait for the delivery, nestled against each other on the couch. You lay down while Simon’s situated against you, his head on your chest while holding you close. You don’t take for granted the time you have with Simon. Always glad to be in his company. It’s times like these you cherish the most, able to make the most of the time allotted to you two. “I love you,” You whisper to him, brushing your fingers against his cheek. He turns his head up to stare into your eyes, his honeyed gaze filled with adoration. “Love you most.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost riley x gn!reader #simon riley x gn!reader #simon ghost riley x you #cod x reader #cod imagine #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley x you #simon riley fluff #the title is from a bible verse about parenting lol lmao

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

Hope things are going well for you!

Could you do a Gibbs x y/n where there son falls at home and gets a broken arm and y/n feels horrible/guilty that she let it happen under her watch. He meets them at the ER where the son refuses to let him go and y/n won't meet his eye. On the way home he holds her hand and convinces there son that his cast is cool and he can ask others to sign it. When they get home he goes to play. Gibbs finds y/n crying asks him "why am I such a bad parent"

Bad Mom?

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 2461

Warnings: Mild language, blood, injury, gore, angst…

A/N: Hopefully, this is okay! I really enjoyed writing this! Sorry it took so long for me to get this done! Xx

You hum softly as you continue working on the salad to go with dinner. Jethro would be home a little later, but you always make sure he comes home to a nice, relaxing dinner.

Your guys’ son, Maddox Leroy Gibbs, was upstairs playing with his newest birthday gift. Jethro had got him a wood-carving kit and now Maddox couldn't keep his hands off it.

All of a sudden, you heard thumps before the most pained scream you've ever heard. You dropped the glass bowl of salad, ignoring the glass shattering on the ground as you race towards the crying.

There was Maddox laid on the ground, cradling his arm. You fall to your knees beside him and gently grab him.

"Baby, hey, I need you to tell me what happened. What hurts?" You ask softly.

"M-My arm!" He wails.

You gently pull his hand away as your stomach flips and your throat tightens seeing blood and bone. He screams, wailing louder.

"Look away." You demand as you stand, picking him up as you grab the keys and your phone on the way out.

You barely were able to lock the door as you run out towards your car. You get him in the booster seat, grabbing the first aid kit and quickly taping gals over it loosely so he wouldn't be able to see it.

You hurry to the drivers side, starting to drive the way that Jethro drives. You open your phone with shaky hands and dial his number. It rings and rings until it says his mailbox was full. You throw the phone down in the seat next to you as your shaky hands grip the wheel tighter as you break every driving law to make it to the hospital.

You were out of your car, running to his side of the car as you swung the door open, picking him up and running inside. Immediately nurses flank you, having you place him on a gurney before your told to move your car.

You felt irritated, but you also understood. You quickly move you car before finding your way inside. You weren't allowed to go in the room with him as they had an officer on the way to question you. You knew they thought this was some abuse case, but it wasn't. You grab your phone dialing his number again and you kept dialing until he finally answered.

"Hon, I'm in the middle of a case right now." He says irritated.

"J-Jethro, h-he fell down the stairs and he hurt his arm really bad. T-They won't let me see him! They have an officer coming to question me because they think this an a-abuse case!" You sob into the phone, ignoring the nurses who gave you the stink-eye.

"Hon, I'm on my way. Do not answer any questions. Tell them your waiting on me." He says sternly.

Before you could say anything, he had hung up. You let your head fall into your hands as you cry harder.

"I want my mom!" He wails and you stand as you rush towards him.

"Ma'am, you can't see him until you've been questioned and cleared." A nurse snaps, pushing at you.

"He's my son! I'd never hurt him! Let me see him!" You snap, trying to push through towards your son.

"Mommy!" He wails.

"It's okay, baby! Daddy's on his way!" You say as tears fall down your cheeks and big burly security guards push you back towards the little sitting area in the hallway.

They cuff your hands behind your back and make you sit as you refused to leave. You looked at the ground, your head racing as terrible thoughts went through your head.

Jethro parks his car hastily, getting out of the car as his team followed him in. He tried to get them to stay and work on the case, but they refused. Maddox was their nephew and they'd do anything for the kid.

Jethro walks in, his eyes finding you. For a brief moment, he felt relief until he saw the cuffs on your wrists.

"Take the cuffs off her, now." He barks, striding towards you.

"Sir—now!" He interrupts.

The security guard fumbles with the keys as he roughly pulls you up before Jethro pinned him against the wall. Tony grabs the keys off the floor, undoing the cuffs on your wrists.

"Don't you ever put your hands on my wife like that again." He warns.

"Hey sweet cheeks, your okay." Tony murmurs as he hugs you.

"They won't let me see him." You mumble numbly into his chest.

"They will once Gibbs is through with them." He teases and you couldn't help the small shaky smile.

"Hon, come on." Jethro says.

You walk towards him, keeping your eyes casted to the floor. His arm wraps around your waist protectively as he walks towards the desk.

"Where is my son?" He demands.

"S-She needs to be questioned." The nurse says weakly.

"My wife wouldn't ever lay a hand on our son. He fell down the stairs, kids have accidents all the time. Let me see our damn son." He snaps.

"O-Of course, right this way sir." She says and starts to lead us towards the room he was in.

You hesitate and hang back towards the doorway as Jethro heads towards Maddox who was sat up in the bed with a light blue cast on his arm.

“Daddy!” He exclaims, throwing himself towards Jethro who chuckles and catches him.

You catch sight of stitches across his eyebrows and you let a shaky breath out.

“Careful buddy, you can take someone out with that thing.” Jethro teases which makes Maddox giggle.

“I don’t really like it. It’s going to stop me from being able to do my wood carvings.” He pouts.

“I think it’s a really cool cast. You can have people sign it even! And you can take a break from the wood carving, son. I’ll get you some more while you got the cast on so we can let the supplies build up.” He says.

“Okay! Uncle Tony, will you sign my cast?” He asks.

“Of course! I even so happen to have a sharpie on me!” He exclaims with a childish grin.

Your heart aches and you sit down as you watch Maddox with soft and sad eyes. Jethro was in the corner of the room, on the phone with director as he kept an eye on Maddox as well.

You look away from Maddox and at the floor when a nurse walks in. She looks at you as if you had the plague, in which Maddox notices and frowns.

“Why are you looking at my mommy that way?” He snaps.

The nurse was taken aback as you look up alarmed. You stand, walking over to the bed and reach a shaky hand out to brush his hair away from his eyes. You leave a kiss on his head.

“It’s okay, baby.” You murmur.

He looks at you confused. He was a smart child for his age. He definitely had his fathers profiling skills, that’s for sure. He looks back at the nurse, his eye narrowing as he latches onto you, hugging you tightly. Jethro was grinning in the corner as your lips part in surprise.

“Ma’am, we still have to follow protocol.” The nurse says in which your heart shatters.

“Protocol? Mommy, what’s she talking about?” He asks, looking up at you with Jethro’s blue eyes.

“It’s nothing, baby. Mommy will be back, I promise.” You murmur.

“No. I’ll be back, buddy. Mommy will stay with you.” Jethro says.

You watch confused as he leaves with the timid nurse. Tony throws an arm over your shoulder and smiles.

“Trust me, boss will handle it. Your a good mom, don’t let them tell you otherwise.” He says.

“Are they saying your a bad mommy?” Maddox asks confused.

“I-I, no…they just have to follow protocols they put in place to keep people safe.” You explain slowly.

Thankfully, Jethro was back quickly and even somehow managed to get his prescriptions whilst filling out the discharge papers. Jethro sent the team back in the work car and was going to drive you and Maddox home. Tony offered to drive Jethro’s car home, but you settled on taking Jethro to work tomorrow as you felt guilty for calling him from work early.

Maddox was asleep in the backseat, and you were focused on the building and other structures out your window. Jethro kept glancing over, sensing you weren’t okay. He grabs your hands and squeezes it gently.

“Sorry I snapped at you on the phone earlier today, hon. I don’t want you to think you can’t call me. For now on, I’ll answer immediately if I’m not out in the field.” He promises.

“Jethro, I’m not upset you didn’t answer or that you snapped at me. I know your working on a case right now.” You say softly.

“Then what has you upset?” He asks as he pulls into the driveway.

“Nothing.” You lie, getting out of the car.

“I’ll get him. You get the door opened.” He says.

You nod, heading towards the door and unlocking it. You are greeted with blood on the ground and you immediately grab your cleaning caddy from the closet and start cleaning it up. Jethro walks in, holding Maddox. He frowns seeing your shaky hands scrub at the puddle of blood.

“Hon, I got that. Let me go put him in bed and then I’ll clean that up.” He says.

“No, it’s okay. I got it. Here, you go on up and I’ll finish this up.” You say quietly.

You move just enough so he can get up the stairs. He gets to the third or fourth step before looking back down at you concerned. His eyes find your bruised wrists and his frown deepens. He turns, focusing on getting Maddox up to bed.

“Daddy.” Maddox mumbles sleepily.

“Yes, buddy?” He asks softly, tucking him in.

“Why did the doctors think mommy is a bad mommy?” He asks.

“Because they are a bunch of knuckleheads and don’t know what a good mommy you have. Don’t worry about it, buddy.” He says.

“Daddy?” He whispers as he starts to fall back to sleep.

“Yes?” He asks.

“Can mommy give me a little brother or sister?” He asks.

“I…I mean, I’ll talk to mommy and see what she wants to do, but she loves you so much. I think she’s happy with just you.” He murmurs.

Little did Maddox know, Jethro was scared to have another one. He was scared to have Maddox after what happened with Shannon and Kelly. He barely let you in and then finding out you were pregnant nearly sent him over the edge. You loved kids and you want a whole damn school bus of kids.

Maddox goes to say something, but it was little mumbles before he was softly snoring. Jethro chuckles, brushing his hair out of his forehead before leaning down and kissing his head.

He heads downstairs to see the blood cleaned up. He goes to the kitchen where he heard you. You were sweeping up the salad and broken bowl into a pan.

“What happened?” He asks, taking the dust pan to hold it.

“When I heard Maddox scream, I just dropped the bowl and ran for him.” You mumble quietly.

“Hon, go take a bath and relax. I’ll finish the clean up. I promise you that Maddox is okay.” He says.

You hesitate, but with a stern look from him, you nod slowly. You head up the stairs, starting your bath. He finishes up the floor before he cleans up what would have been dinner. He does dishes and takes the trash out before deciding to check on both Maddox and you. He checks on Maddox first to see him sleeping.

He nears the bathroom before slowing his steps as he hears your muffled crying. He walks in and sees your face buried in your knees, suds covering your bits from view.

“Hon, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asks, kneeling by the tub.

“Why am I such a bad mom?” You sob.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” He asks.

“He’s hurt because of me, Jethro. Those nurses had every right to look at me like that. I’m a terrible mom. There was blood, everywhere and the bone was sticking out. His screams…gosh his screams were so loud. I didn’t even notice he cut his eyebrow until I saw the stitches.” You sob.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. He’s a kid and kids have accidents. Maddox loves to run throughout the house and we could tell him until we were blue in the face not to run in the house. He slipped and fell. It wasn’t your fault. You know how many times I got hurt as a kid? A lot. We can’t protect him from everything as much as we wish we could. Things like this will teach him why we tell him not to run in the house or why not to go outside barefoot. We can only do so much. Your an amazing mom. He knows so.” He murmurs, rubbing your back.

“I can’t even look at him. I feel terrible. It’s all my fault.” You whisper.

“It’s not your fault and you know that. He knows that and I know that. He knows your a good mom. He told me when he woke up briefly because he caught onto the way the nurses were treating you. He actually wants another siblings. He told me.” He says, sighing as he plops on the ground.

Your head flies up, your eyes wide as you look at him. You reach a hand out and grab his hand, rubbing it gently.

“You know we don’t have to. I know how scary it was when you found out I was pregnant with Maddox. I am perfectly content with Maddox and you.” You say softly.

“I think I might want another one. Maybe we’ll get a little girl this time.” He murmurs.

“Really?” You ask surprised.

“Yeah.” He says with a soft smile.

“Your such an amazing dad, Jethro. Maddox absolutely loves you. He always tells me that he wants to be an NCIS agent just like you.” You say with a soft smile.

“And your such an amazing mom. He tells me all the time. He also tells me how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you proud. Whether it be cleaning up his toys or helping with the groceries. He loves you and he idolizes you so much.” He murmurs.

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[mxqdii]

WHERE IS PART THREE

IM LITTERALY DYING TI READ WHAT HAPPENS NEXTTTTTTY

also I have a request

so reader is dating Sam or Colby (you pick❤️). Reader is alone at a haunted location with just Sam or just Colby (does this make sense?) say it was Sam, they are just the two of them and say there were trespassers and they were threatening the two and reader has a panic attack and Sam defend them (Sam or Colby) and calm reader down on the way home.

is that doable?

when part three comes can you tag my other acc

@anythingsamandcolby

take my breath away - c.b

pairings: colby brock x reader

summary: a day with the boys doesn't go as expected

warning(s): panic attacks, mention of ghosts (??) idk.

a/n: so i see u said just the two of them, but i only realized after i finished writing it... i'm sorry! i hope this is still okay 😭

not proofread

"are you guys sure this is a good idea?" i say as me, sam and colby enter the gate

"too late now! unlocking that gate took forever" sam says, walking ahead

"we're all gonna die" i mumble sarcastically, scoffing at the boys skipping together joyfully

we decided not to vlog this one, since, well..

we're trespassing.

it's okay though! atleast that's what the boys told me (and what i'm telling myself)

"hey, you okay?" colby, my boyfriend, asks.

"yeah i'm fine, just worried about being shot by a police officer" i say, giving him a look

"calm down, we'll be fine!" he speaks over confidently

"whatever you say" i groan

"woah! guys this place is so cool, let's use the spirit box here" sam yells from ahead, taking off his backpack and grabbing the box

we all listen, hearing a few random meaningless words, until...

my phone starts buzzing, which makes us all jump

"sorry, my alarm- it's midnight if anyone cares" i say, signaling for us to get out of here

"leave" the spirit box says

"yes please- wait was that the box?" i mumble

"trespassing" the box says

"run"

"guys i don't like this.." i mumble, reaching over to grab colby, looking over realizing he's nowhere to be found

"g-guys?" i say, realizing i've been left alone with only the spirit box

"guys this isn't funny. you got me okay? i'm scared." i yell into the distance, hoping to be met with colby's voice or sams laughter

but i don't hear that, instead something worse

the bushes besides me start rustling, and i feel tears brim my eyes

"h-hello?" i almost whisper

this is too much. i wanna go home.

my legs start moving before i can think and i run back to the car, hoping to find sam and colby there, but no.

i realize, i don't have the keys, leaving me in the dark parking lot surrounded by woods, alone.

okay, it's fine, i'm fine, i'll call them.

NO SERVICE

this is when i start freaking out, because what am i supposed to do now??

the only thing i can think to do, cry.

i let myself lean against the locked car door, eventually curling into a ball on the floor

i'm currently a sobbing mess at midnight, alone and cold.

the more i'm sat here with my thoughts, the harder it gets to breathe, causing me to panic.

i try to calm my breathing but can't, colby always helped me with panic attacks, i need colby.

i don't know how much time passed, but eventually, i felt hands on my shoulders and looked up to see colby

thank god.

"colby-" i try to say more but the words get caught in my throat

"shh, baby it's okay. breathe for me okay?" he says

he sits down to my level, pulling me into his lap

"i'm so sorry. we thought it'd be funny to hide but we got lost, i'm so sorry baby that wasn't funny, i know." he hushes my cries, helping me with my breathing along the way

his hands stroking my hair and his smooth rhythm of breaths calm me down,.

(even though his heart is racing)

i snap out of my panic, looking up at him.

i shove my fist into his chest, not hard enough to hurt bad

(as if you could)

"ow!" he says, almost out of instict

"never do that again" i huff

"never again." he repeats back to me, kissing my forehead.

TAGLIST:

@opheliaofficial07 @stargirlv0id @strniolo @annaisabookworm @theperson-nextdoor @its-jennarose @thetriplets3 @anythingsamandcolby

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[pinkishpearls]

dorm 81

chapter 1 - sad smiles and tears

christopher sturniolo x reader

summary : a girl who struggles with life adds onto her complications with starting college, where she clashes with her new assigned roommate, christopher sturniolo.

tw: | angst | toxic household | abusive relationship

(reader’s POV)

The deafening sound of my parents arguing almost fades away, my thoughts of what this new academic year will bring on flooding my head. I’m nervous, that’s for sure, but I’m also relieved to finally have the troubles of what happens here finally leave me. A warm smile emerges from my lips as I finally place the last piece of clothing in my suitcase, zipping it shut before unlatching my bedroom door and stepping out. I turn my head back, glancing at my messy room and all the features that I took for granted, but also all the hurt I’m leaving behind. I flash a sad smile at my room, before making my way down the stairs.

Breathe in and out, that’s what your Mom always told you. You were about to face your Dad, no matter how quiet you were trodding down the stairs. On the 15th step which meets the cool, wooden floor, your suitcase greets it with a thump which sets your Dad off, as he starts stumbling towards you. Your Mom stares at him with fear as he trods towards you, fearful for what profanities he might blab out.

Your Dad wasn’t very fond of you going to college, and neither were you. Obviously you were excited to ramp up your education, but the burning thought of fear runs through your body. What if you don’t find any friends? “What if you make a fucking fool outta yourself?” my dad spits as soon as I enter the key into the door. I wince at the sudden smell of vodka, he reeked of it. “I-I’ll be fine, Dad.” you lie, but you knew he was right. You weren’t such a confident girl, what if you did make a fool out of yourself? His gaze stays sharp on you, and you were scared if his eyes were going to pierce through your body, destroying you like he had been all your life. “Bye Mo-“ you cut yourself off, your mouth suddenly hanging agape as you set your eyes on the bruise plastered across her face, “Mom!” you shriek, tears welling at your eyes as you drop your suitcase, running towards her.

You knew exactly which dick had done this. “Dad! Why would you do this?” you snap, tears now running down your face as your hands glide along the wound. “It’s ok- it’s ok! J-just go!” she sobs, holding my hand as she plants a kiss onto my cheek. “I was angry!” he quarrels and you look at him with disgust, “Angry?” you snarl, your eyes locking onto his red, droopy eyes. “Fuck you.” you hiss, before rushing to the door and turning the key right, revealing the bright sunny day as you step into it.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #angst

[tomholland1996simp]

What happened?|| Peter parker

Warning: Mentions panic attacks, abuse, lots of crying and being kicked out.

Summary: Peter just wanted his best friend back, he missed you. Today was finally the day he was going to ask to hang out with you and talk about what had happened to you both. However you say no. Why? Well he’s about to find out when he sees you crying to his aunt.

POV will keep switching throughout this.

Peter finally has had enough. You were his best friend, everyday you would both hang out since the age of 12. You and Peter were always together, your friendship was so close. Sometimes people questioned to whether or not you’re dating each other, but you both would always deny saying you were best friends.

Deep down inside you both like love each other.

“H-hey, wait up!” Peter called from behind you.

“Leave me alone, Peter” You coldly said putting your hood on over your head. You didn’t want to see him right now, you knew he had done nothing wrong. But why are you blocking him out? Well you see-

“I’ve given you your space. What happened to us, y/n? We were best friends and then like two months ago you started ignoring me. I only wanna fix this, please, your my best friend. I love you” He pleaded as you came to a halt at his last statement.

‘I love you’. That statement always had hurt you, people would always say it to you and never meant it. They would always hurt you straight after.

“Don’t say that” You snap.

“Say what? ‘I love you’ It’s because I do”

“No you don’t! Just please leave me alone, I can’t be friends with you, okay?” Now your directly looking into his eyes, you haven’t had a conversation with him in almost two months.

Peter nodded silently walking away, not before you noticing the tears forming in his eyes. The bell went not so long after, meaning you had to get to your next class. However you didn’t want to be at school anymore, so all you did is left.

4 days later

Peter didn’t see you at school the next day or the next after. He decided to stay at Ned’s on Friday, leaving Aunt May alone for the whole day. He didn’t come home late Saturday due to patrolling his spider-man duties.

He expected to just arrive home and have the rest of the evening for homework and chilling out with May. What he didn’t expect to see was his ex best friend crying into his aunts arms. He had opened the door to his apartment, throwing the keys on the side, calling out to May telling her he was home and that he will be in his room.

He didn’t get no reply, only just heard sobs that did not come from May. From the bathroom he saw the light on, hearing Mays voice trying to calm someone down?

“Shhh, Y/n, breathe.” May cooed.

y/n?

Peter rushed into the bathroom at the mention of the name of the girl he secretly is in love with. Then there sat a sobbing y/n on the counter whilst May stood hugging the girls body. Her breathing was fast paced, Peter knew that she was having a panic attack.

“I-I c-can’t breathe” She cried whilst May wiped a tear away from the girl. Before May could speak to her, Peter spoke.

“y/n? Hey, hey” He rushed over to the girl cupping her face. May instantly knew that Peter would be the only one to calm down the teary girl so she left the bathroom.

Y/n’s face grew wide as she saw him, she wanted to hide her face knowing she would have to tell him the truth of what’s going on. “Peter?” She questioned breathing heavily.

“Y-yeah, yeah it’s me. Focus on my breathing okay, breathe in and out. Shhhh, It’s okay i’m hear” He told her, also noticing her black eye that he would for sure question later.

“I-I’m so sorry” she cried knowing she must’ve hurt her best friend from ignoring him these past months.

Peter only kissed her head, telling her not to apologise. He pulled her close to his chest so she could hear his heart beat. Eventually she had calmed down, her breathing slowed into the natural pace.

Once she calmed down Peter was still in between her legs as she sat on the counter top. Then he looked to his right seeing a medical kit that May must’ve gotten out. That’s when it hit him, she’s hurt.

“What happened?” He moved her hair behind her ear, y/n instantly turning her head wanting nothing but to avoid the question. “You can tell me anything, angel”

There it is, that’s the nick name she loved. Only Peter could make her heart skip a beat by calling her that. Then it takes her back to reality, it’s just Peter and her. It’s only them. And she trusts Peter with her whole heart, she knows he will do anything for her.

You took a deep breath before talking, “It’s been happening for a little while. At first I didn’t think much of i-it. I knew he was a drug addict and he was becoming an alcoholic. I didn’t think he would ever hurt me though. He’s meant to be my dad, Pete.” She spoke, tears welling in her eyes. Peter knew where this was going, he wanted nothing but to hurt him.

“I didn’t tell you, not because I didn’t trust you, it’s because I didn’t want to seem weak. He just got so mad sometimes that It made me pull away from the people I love. He told me I wasn’t allowed to be friends with anyone, he is so controlling. My dad says things to me, he tells me i’m worthless, ugly, fat, that I don’t belong here. H-He said I should’ve died in the car cr-ash not n-my mother” She started to cry again, the memories flooding back to her.

“I’m so sorry Pete. I love you so fucking much and I let him make me turn into a bitch-“

“Don’t you dare say that. Your not a bitch, don’t you believe a word he says. Your not fat nor ugly. Your the most beautiful, smart, intelligent, amazing girl I have ever met. I understand why you pushed me away, I j-just. Fuck!” Never in your life have you heard Peter swear so angry. Tears were now spilling in his eyes, all he wishes is that he protected you from this all. “I should’ve been there for you, to protect you”

You shook your head, “You couldn’t do anything. Today he just got mad, these men were in my house. All I had asked was for some money, then he snapped. Kicked me out, wanted to act like a big man in front of his friends” you pointed towards your big bag by the bathroom door.

Peters eyes softened, you had been kicked out of your own home. “Your never going back there” He pulled her into a big hug, afraid that if he let her go something could happen.

“She’s staying here” May appeared in the room making both teens jump a little. Y/n was about to decline the offer but May spoke again, “ I don’t care what you have to say y/n, your staying here. We are going to sort this out, your safe now” May reassured her.

“Thank you May but-“ Both Peter and May gave her a stern look knowing that she wouldn’t be going anywhere even if she turns down the offer. “Okay, fine. Thank you, for everything” Y/n smiled at the women as she left, reminding Peter to help clean her up.

Peter then spent a few minutes helping to clean her cuts. He almost cried just by the bruises on her face and he was sure there was more on her body.

“C-can you lift your shirt up?” He shyly asked wanting to see if bruises were on your stomach.

You silently nodded, lifting up your shirt a little. There was a purple bruise on your stomach almost making Peter wince by the look of it.

He then wiped some cream on top of it making you jump back a little. “Sorry, cold” You smile trying not to wince. Once Peter was done with your face and stomach he placed everything back into the cabinet.

“I’m so sorry” Peter apologised. “I didn’t know what was happening and if I did I would’ve helped you. I can’t believe how badly hurt you are” He looked down, both his hands now on either side of your body.

You then cup his face looking at him directly in the eyes, “It’s not you fault, Petey. I promise you it’s not. I should’ve told you. Now let’s forget about it, okay?” You smile at the cute boy as he nods.

You slowly move a finger to his lips, swiping his bottom lip before slowly leaning in. You notice Peter doing the same by leaning in and connecting your lips together. It only last a little while as you both pulled back for air, foreheads touching.

“Im in love with you” Peter breathes out.

“Im in love with you too” You giggle out, happy for this moment.

“Can I kiss you again?” Peter asks.

“Don’t need to ask me” You smirk a little, smashing your lips together again. This kiss was much more better, more passionate and full of love. You must’ve got carried away as you both heard a gasp from the door making both of you pull away from each other.

“Ooo, always knew Peter had a thing for you and the other way round.” May teased. “Use protection” She muttered leaving the bathroom closing the door to annoy you both.

“May!” Peter whined making you laugh.

Haven’t read over this so there could be mistakes.

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[onlymingyus]

disappear

cw; choi seungcheol (scoups) x gn reader, angst, heavy talk of depression, loss of a friendship, betrayal, crying, anger, this one is heavy.

an; i wrote this around a month ago and it's been sitting around for when i felt it was time to post it. no tag list because i just don't feel like it's one that needs it. i hope you understand. i know this one is very heavy with the angst but i needed to get things out and i needed my comfort boy cheol. last month was a really hard time for me and writing got me through it. also i promise that i am okay, i've talked about my struggle with depression and anxiety before.

Overwhelmingly sad, the undeniable crushing sensation of depression pressing down on you with every breath. You hadn’t been this sad in months. No one had pulled you down this low in a long time. You had thought you were stronger than allowing someone to define your happiness, especially someone who was just a “friend”. 

Perhaps that was how it happened so easily and why it hurt so badly. You trusted them just enough to let your walls down, to let them into your heart just enough that when their words hit you they tore out a piece of you. No matter what you told yourself, that you were the one to blame, surely there was a good reason for their betrayal, it couldn’t feel that tear in your spirit. 

Tears soaked your pillow, even though you had told Seungcheol you were fine, covers pulled over your head so tightly you didn’t hear him use his key to get into your place. His feet quiet on your floors he doesn’t have to call out for you because he knew where you would be, he always knew you better than you knew yourself. You smelled the comforting smell of his cologne before you felt his warm touch through the blankets and heard his soft, deep voice. 

“Don’t hide from me. I won’t make you face the world baby, but you don’t need to hide from me. They can’t get you while I’m here.”

You felt the bed dip under this weight and his hand pulling at the blanket over your head allowing light to reach you for the first time that day. Seungcheol frowns seeing your swollen eyes and bitten lips. You had been trying to keep yourself silent, you had been trying to play strong. Running his thumb over your bottom lip, Seungcheol shakes his head and adjusts to lay on the bed facing you, his other arm pulling you towards him. 

“I won’t make you tell me what they said to you but one day I will find out. I can only tell you that you are stronger than them and you are stronger than you think. I know you don’t feel like it right now, so I’ll be strong enough for both of us.” 

Soft sobs fall from your lips, your eyes wet with tears once again though you aren’t sure where any more moisture is left in your body. Your body words are muffled by your own lips when you try to calm down, though you can’t find the will. “I just want to disappear.” 

Seungcheol shushes you, his lips brushing against your forehead while he stares at the wall wishing with all that he is that he could snap his fingers and make this better within seconds. Until he could he would hold you, he would let you cry, and he would never let you disappear. 

“No, I see you just fine. You are going to stay right here with me.”

#scoups angst #seventeen angst #svthub #svt angst #seungcheol angst #tw depression #scoups fanfic #seventeen fanfic #seungcheol fanfic #svt fanfic

[sapphicsmaximoff]

when my life is over - w.m

Summary: Wanda could have what she wants, but at what cost?

A/N: HUGE MOM Spoilers, so if you haven’t seen it, I’d suggest you not read it💁🏽‍♀️ also my first fic in months who else cheered

America opened the portal back to the 838 universe and Wanda was at a loss for words.

Her boys were there, she could feel you too. Her mind went back to the small while earlier when she possessed the Wanda of the universe.

She sat, still hugging Billy and Tommy when the door began to open. Her head popped up as you walked in, her breath hitching as you placed your keys by the door. “Mommy!” The boys left Wanda, hugging your legs. “Oh, hey guys! Hey! Alright, calm down.” You looked up at her as you let a chuckle. You slightly frowned, almost as if you felt that some thing was off.

“You alright?” She nods, swallowing her spit as quickly walks over to you, engulfing you in a tight hug. “Oh! Alrighty then, triple hugs. I like it.” She smiles as she inhaled your scent.

“I see I missed dinner.” She looks back at the table, sighing as she nods. The boys moved back to the couch as you stood with Wanda. “Yeah. It’s a little late.” She smiles.

You snort, shaking your head. “No shit.”

“OH! Bad language! Mommy said bad language!” You roll your eyes, placing your bag by the door. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?” You walk to the kitchen, Wanda following silently behind you. “Ya know, we caught something today.” She hums in amusement as you search through the fridge.

“A multiversal traveler, and another Doctor Strange! He kept looking at me weird, wondering how I was alive? When I told him I stopped using magic a long time ago, he was shocked, crazy right?” Wanda nods, a lone tear slipping from her eye.

She remembers it all. Trying to reverse the snap almost killed you, and you’d failed, but you lived. That was until you were so drained that when Thanos stabbed you with his giant blade, you couldn’t be healed. You died in her arms that day.

After the Civil War, you’d promised to stop. You obviously never kept that promise. But here you did, you were alive. The boys were alive. She was happy here. “Hey. It’s not really me, I’m-I’m me…if you know what I mean?” Wanda laughs to herself, the first bit of genuine joy she’d felt in a while.

“I’m alive and well, I promise. No more dark magic and stuff, just us.” You pull her close, kissing her on the forehead.

The boys cowered away, begging Wanda not to hurt them as this world’s was tossed away. She tried to get them to stop throwing things at her, and eventually the gif behind the bannister of the stairs.

It wasn’t long that you’d come to the top of the stairs, holding her back with a spell. “Leave us alone, witch!” Her heart dropped at the venom you’d spit. You shackled her hands, pushing her into the middle of the living room, and the boys ran over to their mom.

“Who are you?!” You yell. “I-“ She breaks down in a sob, and your heart breaks slightly at the sight, despite you feeling evil magic radiating from her. You’d only looked at her like this once, when you’d met in Sokovia. She was on the bad side, and you were helping the Avengers.

When she turned sides, you’d never looked at her like that again. She never wanted you to feel that way about her ever again, is this really what she wanted? For you all to see her as a monster?

Your eyes caught the young universe traveler looking on sadly. She was 616 Strange’s Wanda, which meant…

“Let her go, baby.” Your eyes moved to your wife who had told her sons to stay put. You did as she asked, running over to your sons to protect them. “It’s alright, it’s alright.”

Your Wanda caressed the other Wanda’s face. “Just know they will be loved.” Your Wanda recalled all the horrible dreams of you dying in her arms, assuming this was that Wanda. “All of them.” She reassured.

America closed the portal, and Wanda simply sobbed.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda x y/n #wanda x you

[love-islike-abomb]

Resist and bite

Roman reigns x Piper (OC)

Warnings: gun violence, angst, probably gonna have a few parts to this. Not sure how many yet though. Smut will be later on in the story. Everyone in this story is a mutant like X-Men with some marvel characters thrown in. Specifically Dr strange. Errors I may have missed. Also some surprises along the way!!

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @heerah34 @marchm-langdon @mindfulofmani @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @queengreenarrowmia89 @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda @thesamoanqueen

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"where is she?" Seth bellowed, lifting the servant girl by her hair "where's piper?"

"you'll never find her! She's with Roman! He's hidden her away from you!" The servent girl yelled, spitting in his face.

He laughed menacingly "to bad you'll never be able to find out if he kept her safe" he said snapping her neck, throwing her body to the ground. He looked at his henchmen "find her!" He bellowed. "Yes sir!"

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"Roman you don't understand! I can't leave! If I do he'll kill me!!" Piper sobbed

"piper look at me" he said putting his hand under her chin and lifting her head "I won't let him hurt you! I have cousins who're just like me who can protect you! And there's a lot more of us then him!"

"you don't know what he can do!" She said, tears still filling her eyes.

"I can see it in your mind Piper. You think that because he can bend time that he's to powerful for all of us right?" He Said with a slight smile. She nodded her head realizing he already knew but the sike confused her "why are you smiling?"

"because I also know someone who can bend time!" He said "Steven strange"

"Dr strange? You know Dr strange?" She said with a raised eyebrow, trying to process what he just said.

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"have you found her?" Seth said through grinted teeth.

"no sir! No sign of her! But we did find this!" The henchman said holding up an old cellphone. "It's a burner phone! They don't wanna be traced! But who're they calling?"

"Dr strange" the henchman said. Seth's blood ran cold "the only man who could possibly stop me and those 2 are in contact with him?" He yelled.

"it would seem that way sir!" The henchman said.

Seth pulled out a gun and without even looking pulled the trigger, shooting the man dead "does ANYONE have any good news?" He yelled "think carefully! Because if it's not what just happened to him will also happen to you!"

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"I made a few phone calls before we got here" Roman said smiling at piper and Piper knew instantly he was telling the truth "do you know why he wants to find you so bad?" Roman asked. Piper shook her head no.

"you are the key to unlocking time" he said

"what do you mean?" She asked.

"Dr strange and Seth both have to live by a set of rules. The rules that govern time" he said

"cant they both bend time though?" She asked.

"yes but there's still rules they have to follow. If time is unlocked there will be no more rules and chaos will ensue!" He said.

"Ra!" Piper yelled.

"who's Ra?" He asked.

"the Egyptian sun god. He fought a beast every night to keep chaos from ensuing! If we can find him-"

"Piper listen to what you're saying! Ra isn't gonna help us!" Roman said.

A mound of sand blew around Piper and Roman forming a figure. It wasn't until the figure became whole that piper recognized it "anubis?!" Piper yelled

"hello my old friend!"

#roman reigns #big daddy uce #the only daddy☝️😩🫦 #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe #wwe x oc #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns imagine #spotify #seth rollins #seth rollins x oc #wwe fic #dr strange #crossover #fic crossovers #gods of egypt #anubis

[gemgirl28]

Draco's Birthday Gift

Based on a conversation with @sumbul about what Draco and Hermione would get each other for presents.

It was no secret Hermione Granger-Malfoy was a list maker. From her earliest days at Hogwarts to her campaign for Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, Hermione created, and completed, hundreds of checklists. Minor grocery lists, books to read, and steps to further her career were crossed off with a well-structured efficiency.

But as much as she loved making lists, Hermione equally loathed when she was unable to complete one. Whether it was because the store was out of lemons, because a book wasn’t available in her library, or because someone got a promotion over her, Hermione despised having to restructure her lists and reformulate her to-do tasks.

Unfortunately, over the course of her pregnancy, Hermione had to restructure nearly every to-do list she created. Meetings at work had to be rescheduled to accommodate check-ups. Meal planning lists were redone in light of her new cravings and aversions. Her timeline for decorating the nursery was completely thrown out the window when the crib she wanted was on back order for an entire month.

Throughout it all, Draco stood by her side with grace and patience (and one or two teasing lines, but he quickly learned his lesson). He held her when she cried over crumpled timelines and chaotic schedules. He laughed with joy the first time their baby kicked. He cried with her when they found out they were having a boy. And he sobbed, openly and without shame, the first time he held Scorpius. Hermione, exhausted from six hours of labor, looked on with tears streaming down her cheeks that hurt from smiling so much.

Draco’s patience throughout her pregnancy was one of the key reasons she had added Find D a birthday present to her To-Do Before Baby’s Arrival list. She always struggled to find him a meaningful gift but knew this year she wanted to go above and beyond to thank him for being a wonderful partner (and only getting offended once when she snapped at him). (It was the hormones.)

Which was why Draco found her sobbing over a tear-stained list, a week before his birthday. She was trying to feed their three-month-old son while also pulling at her hair in frustration. In all the craziness of her pregnancy, Hermione hadn’t been able to find him a gift, and once Scorp made his appearance in the world, her sense of time and checklists had flown out the window.

It took Draco five minutes to peel Scorpius from her arms to calm him down, and another ten to understand why she was crying as he bottle fed their baby and she wiped at her eyes. When she finished explaining her need to find him a birthday gift, Draco smiled and shook his head, shifting Scorpius onto his shoulder to burp him.

“Clearly I haven’t done enough to tell you how much I love you. Having you as my wife was already gift enough.” He lightly bounced Scorp, patting his back as he stood. “And then you gave me our perfect son. What more could I possibly want?”

Hermione’s tears returned, her silent sobs wracking her body. Draco’s eyes widened in panic, though he kept still to prevent Scorpius from fussing. “That was supposed to cheer you up!” He whispered.

She lightly swatted the arm not holding their son. “I know, it’s the sodding hormones! I can’t get my emotions under control, and then you say such lovely perfect things and I-” Hermione cut herself off before her words became unintelligible through her crying.

Draco’s brow furrowed and he opened his mouth but whatever he was going to say was lost to Scorp’s burping. Draco smiled down at him, wiping his mouth and cooing at him.

After settling him in his crib for a nap, Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione, drawing her close to his front. They watched their son sleep for a few minutes, Hermione calming with the reassurance of Draco behind her.

Just when Hermione was ready to leave the nursery and resume their discussion, Draco pushed her hair over her shoulder, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “I think I know what I want for my birthday.”

~~~~~~

A week later found Draco and Hermione relaxing in loungers and wearing plush robes, fingers intertwined on one hand and complimentary champagne in the other. Soft music played through the relaxation room at the newest day spa in Diagon Alley. Hermione sighed, resisting the urge to call Ginny and Harry to check on Scorpius, instead squeezing Draco’s hand.

“I’m not sure how much of a gift this is for you when I’m here too,” Hermione said. Draco tutted as he shook his head.

“Of course it’s a gift for me- a day to unwind relax with the love of my life? What more could I want?”

Hermione’s grin didn’t fade until she fell asleep on the massage table, still holding Draco’s hand.

#dramione #dramione fic #dhr fic #dhr fanfiction #dhr #draco x hermione #dramione drabble

[atonalginger]

WIP Wednesday

Howdy y'all! @fangbangerghoul reminded me it was Wednesday and also tagged me in a wonderful fic rec list for Delgado content that you can find HERE with lots of of great recs as well as a peek of her latest Delgado fic, Heavy Metal Lover. If you like great action and fight sequences and have a hankering for quiet, snarky assassins and grumpy Delgado, give their ao3 a look. They also write for My Time At Sandrock and Baldur's Gate 3!

As far as tagging others, today I'm openly tagging anyone who sees this and feels they have something to share. I know a lot of us are going through it atm and so no pressure.

For my WIP sneak peek I have some more from a currently unnamed fic that follows Rokov through the back half of Work-Life Balance and afterward, giving a glimpse at what was going on with Della's other half during the chaos. The WIP is a little slower paced with lots of hurt and comfort going on and a better look into Del and Rokov's dynamic in their little triad.

Del sat with Rokov near the pool, failing to keep the icepack on his swollen left eye as they waited for word. He refused to be looked at by any of their trained medics despite looking like he’d been through hell himself. Every time someone approached he ordered them to make themselves useful for Samina.

“At least lay down,” Rokov motioned at the rest of Del’s chair, “so they think you’re taken care of?”

“I don’t need to lay down,” Del snapped, looking back at the medbay as the ice pack slipped out of his hand, “I need to know that she’s alright.”

“Da,” Rokov reached down and picked up the pack. He carefully dragged his chair closer and gently placed the ice on Del’s face, causing the man to jump and curse at him in Spanish.

Delgado raised his hand to backhand Rokov’s hand away but stopped himself, shuddering as he stifled a sob. He relaxed his shoulders as he fought to keep himself together, “I thought I could keep Naeva’s focus. I thought we had it covered. If I’d hidden we might have…”

“It could have been a lot worse too,” Rokov said softly as he leaned in, “the whole thing was a gamble from the start.”

“I thought I knew her,” Delgado let the words fall out of his mouth in a whisper as a tear escaped his uncovered eye, “I used to count on her to have my back. I trusted her. But when she walked in…it was like looking at a stranger.”

“She’s been on this path for a while,” Rokov said while studying Del’s bloodied lip. It was split down the center of his lower lip, swollen enough to create a slight lisp when he spoke. Rokov wiped the drop of dried blood from above the patch of hair on Del’s chin, drawing his leaders focus away from the medbay and to him.

“I didn’t think she’d go this far,” Delgado admitted, “I knew she was intense, I knew she didn’t like Bella, but I thought I things under control. Sure, she pushed back but I was always able to…no that’s a lie I’ve been telling myself. That’s clear now.”

“She had a way of getting in people’s heads,” Rokov pulled the icepack back to look over the bruise, “and under people’s skin. She knew what to say and do to gain favor and how far she could push back without losing standing. After the shit with Rake happened she lost face with a lot of people around the Key, including you.

“Then she brought in this unknown to her rook only to learn the blonde nobody is actually very well known and skilled. That would be embarrassing on its own but then you took a shine to the beautiful blonde. Bella got more and more of your time and attention and had better ideas with less mess than anything Naeva could come up with. She felt threatened and did everything she could think of to threaten and discredit Bella and failed every time, likely pissing her off further. You were looking at a stranger because she took the mask off she’d worn around you for so long; she could no longer control the narrative so she no longer had a need to be whatever passed as nice with her.”

Delgado sighed, his shoulders and back slumping as he leaned forward to rest his face in his hands, elbows on his thighs, “we talked about it so many times. How Bella wasn’t interested in that sort of position, she was content as a rook and then later as a captain. Naeva’s position was never at risk. Bella would have gladly buried the hatchet with her if the dumb bitch would have given her a chance.”

“Naeva was a survivor,” Rokov leaned in and rested the side of his temple against Del’s.

“So is Bella, so are you,” Del leaned into him, one hand dropping to reach over and touch Rokov’s arm, “same as me.”

“And you know how easy self-doubt and paranoia can worm its way in if you aren’t careful,” Rokov whispered, “it didn’t matter how many times you told her she was safe when Bella continually made her look inept in front of you and the crew in command. What would normally be playful jabs turned into venom tipped fangs.”

“I could have ended this weeks ago,” Del mumbled.

“You had no reason to think it was going to get this bad,” Rokov looked in and nuzzled Delgado’s cheek, “Bella will pull through and we’ll be back to taking what’s ours in no time.”

Delgado snorted, “That’s if her friend doesn’t kill me first.”

#atonalginger writes #wip wednesday #the coemancer crew #starfield fanfiction #crimson fleet #starfield #Starfield Delgado #Evgeny Rokov #Dellarov #Bella Cherise

[heartfullofleeches]

The quality of meat plus the loneliness thing really has me thinking about the monster reader having eating problems because they don't want to hurt humans, and Evan helping them out, gelling them they're not a monster for doing so.

(tw: cannibalism, injury, light gore)

Some animals are harder for you to digest that others. You aren't sure how, considering there aren't any biological books on your species, but meals a regular human can enjoy take just a little longer for you to swallow. Your teeth are sharp, but it's your saliva that really breaks down your food.

An upside for you is that you can draw sustenance from any form of life, which is why a majority of your diet was made of flowers. Easy to swallow, nearly endless in supply, and best or all - nobody got hurt.

There was one other thing you could eat without issue; a good source of nutrition too, yet the most costly meal of all. For some reason, human flesh was the ideal food for your kind. It had the fastest digestive time of twenty seconds, and kept you full for days. In the past, it was all you could eat; preying on unsuspecting wanderers alone at night and feasting on one body for days. It was also one of the darkness periods of your life.

Even before gaining more humanity after meeting your husband; you always had regrets. The fear locked in their dead eyes; the screams they bellowed before their demise. They haunted your dreams even now. A part of you still hungered for another taste, a lust you kept under lock and key. You didn't want to go back to those times. No matter how hard it was some days.

-

At the dinner table; your loving husband at your side, you sat down for yet another meal. For you, a few strips of raw steak and a vase of rises; and him a meal of the same cut only the meat had been cooked to a proper temperature and some vegetables. Evan always tried his hardest to accommodate life for you; his poor spouse. He hated to see you struggle and wanted to make sure you ate enough; no limits too great for him.

You take a flower from the vase and bring it to your neck, running your second tongue over its petals. They tasted just like they would to a normal human being, albeit slightly sweeter. How you longed for something different.

"How was your day, honey?"

His words snap you from the melancholic trance you had found yourself in without even realizing.

"Hm? Oh.. good.. good.. Just took care of a few errands in town. How was yours?"

Evan slumps back in his seat. He could tell something was wrong, but didn't want to be a bother. He shoves a piece of cauliflower in his mouth, wiping his lips with his napkin before he sneaks.

"Same old day of work. Fred's still out from a surgery, so I'm stick with his shit still, but for now.. I'm just glad to be home with you."

He puts his hand on the table, slipping it near you, but you don't seem to notice or care. You pick up a portion of the steak and put it in your mouth; fluids clung to your fingers. It was better raw. Cooked meat just tasted like leather unless fried, but the grease was too much. You grimace as you chew; your saliva at work to break it down further. The piece you had now was slimy and bland despite the seasons Evan had put on it; its texture coating every each of your mouth.

You swallow, the food hitting your stomach with little satisfaction. You pick up another; forcing yourself to devour it. It tasted worse than the last bite. Your mind begins to dwindle on the aspects of the day to try and ignore the flavor. The sun was bright, the weather was pleasant, the people were... nice.

Your stomach growls. You pick yourself up from the table, storming out the room and into the living room where you collapsed on the couch.

"Y/n?!"

Evan chases after you; his heart breaking as you sob into the decorative pillows. You hold onto one of them, clutching it over your stomach. The smiles of the people you've met through the day flash in your mind; their exposed skin a haunting memory - sending another stabbing pain to your abdomen.

"That's not me.. I'm not that thing anymore."

Evan falls to the floor beside the couch; his own tears brewing as you wail out. He tries to take you in his arms, but you shove him away.

"Stay away! I don’t want to hurt you.."

He shakes his head. "No.. no, honey. You've never done anything that would hurt me. It's okay.."

"It hurts... I'm so hungry.."

He swallows hard. He knew exactly what you meant now. Even if you tried to hide it, the smell of blood lingered in the warehouse were he found you. Scouting the area, he even found remains of your past victims; but he didn't care. Even with that knowledge; proof of your crimes, you would always be his Y/n. He vowed to be by your side and knew the dangers of his choices; ready to step up to bat whenever the time came.

"Y/n.. It's okay."

You hear the rustle of his sleeve; his palm against your cheek.

"Eat me."

You lift your head from the pillow. "W...what?"

He brushes strays hairs from your face with a warm smile. "Take a bite out of me. I don’t mind."

"No.. I can't-"

"You can. You aren't a monster, Y/n. You're the love of my life and you're in pain. There's nothing I wouldn't do to take it away."

Evan gets up, heading into the kitchen and returning as quickly as he could. He sits on the edge of the couch, slicing his forearm open with the kitchen knife in hand. He didn't even brace himself for it; knowing this is what he had to to do bring you peace. The blood flows in thick gushes; a few dots splattering on your face from the force and speed of his cut.

The smell is overwhelming. Against better judgment; the voice in your head that screamed "no", you ran your tongue over the wound. Evan hisses as your saliva touches the cut. It stung similarly to putting alcohol on an open wound. You pause at his sign of discomfort, but he merely rubs your head as a silent single to continue.

You bite down; your saliva corroding the skin within twenty seconds. You tear off the rotted flesh and devour it like a starved beast. The pain is white hot at first; numbed down by some agent in your drool. In a sick way, it was almost comforting to be feasted on by you. Being able to provide for you in a way unlike any other. Evan's arm trembles, but he stays strong for you; kisses your forehead as he feels tears fall on his lap.

"Everything's okay, Y/n. This is what your body needs for survive. You're no different from any other human eating something lower in the food chain. From now on, don't be afraid to ask me for this, and if you really need it, I don’t mind getting you a fresh supply from any nosy neighbors."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere story #tw yandere #tw body horror #tw cannibalism #tw injury

[candied-peach]

ao3: “into the wells of silence” rating: T warnings: anxceitmus, ableism, internalized ableism, medical neglect, crying genre: hurt/comfort description: Virgil’s not having a good day. His boyfriends intervene.

"I told you, I'm fine," Virgil snaps, one last time, as he exits the car, transferring into his new wheelchair awkwardly. His foot catches the foot plate and he nearly tumbles into the grass. The spot he hit throbs with pain. Great.

"Scare bear, you can tell us you're fine all you want, but we all know that's not true," Remus says, surprisingly serious. Janus nods in solemn agreement. Tears threaten to spill down Virgil's face, but he refuses to let them fall. Not while they're still outside.

"Inside," Janus murmurs in understanding. Virgil manages it up the ramp okay, but his arms burn and he feels utterly exhausted as Janus fumbles with the keys to open the door. It's not fair. It's been ten years. Ten years of being fobbed off. Ten years of having his issues blamed on anything and everything else. His mental health is a fun one. Ten years and it takes a hospital visit to open Pandora's vault and realize that oh hey! Maybe he hasn't been lying this whole time! Maybe- shockingly- it isn't anxiety!  Maybe- just maybe- the answer isn't go take a walk in the fucking sunshine!

Even before Virgil makes it over the threshold, tears blur his vision.

"Hey, Virge, can I push you the rest of the way?" Remus asks, waiting for a shaky affirmative before he does, helping Virgil into the house and to the bedroom. Their bed is big enough for all three of them, and Janus and Remus both stand by, just in case, as Virgil makes it onto the bed, collapsing amidst the pillows as tears soak his hair.

"I just-" Virgil's voice is wobbly. "I knew that something was wrong. But now- now I actually know what it is, and it's- it's awful. It's scary and it's awful and I don't- I'm not sure I want to know anymore." Fresh tears scald his cheeks as Janus and Remus gently wrap him up in their arms.

"It's better to know because now you have a treatment plan, but now you have a whole new round of challenges to deal with," Janus whispers. "And it's not fair, darling. I'm so sorry."

"Yeah," Virgil shakily agrees. "Like- like I'm glad I know what it is now, because now- now I can get some kind of help, but I- it's been ten years, Janus! Ten fucking years-" His voice wavers even more, becoming lost in his own sobs.

"I know, storm cloud, I know," Janus murmurs. Remus bear hugs him, just the way he likes, with just enough pressure to soothe him, but not enough to hurt. It's weird for Remus to be so quiet. Then again, Virgil's kind of relieved. He adores Remus the way he is, but he also knows that Remus's typical boisterousness would probably be a little too much right now, when it's so easy to overwhelm him. Remus is good at picking up on that.

"We're behind you in every way, babe," Remus says. "And if you need me to stuff a doctor's nipples down his nose, just say the word, and I'll look up his address." That surprises a watery giggle from Virgil, who should have been expecting it.

"Thank you," he says. "I know- I know it's a lot."

"It is," Janus admits. "But I can't imagine how much it is for you, sweetheart. We love you."

"We do!" Remus chimes in. Janus continues.

"We want you to be happy," Janus says, tucking a strand of purple-dyed hair behind Virgil's ear. "I want you to be taken care of, happy, and loved. And now that you know what's going on, we can work on that a little better."

"And Picani's there for the rest!" Remus exclaims. "So don't worry, scare bear. You're stuck with us!" Virgil smiles ruefully, one of the little worries in the back of his mind put to rest (at least for the time being).

"Thank you," Virgil says again. "I love you both so much."

"And we love you," Janus murmurs. He hesitates a moment, then continues. "I know that- they said there'd be a lot of grief. Let yourself mourn, okay? We'll be right there with you. I'll hold you when you cry, we can watch shitty horror movies together-"

"We can stalk your shitty former doctors-" Remus adds. Janus rolls his eyes fondly.

"No stalking," he says. "No illegal things."

"Fiiiine," Remus says, putting on an affected sulking expression, then winking at Virgil and making him laugh again.

"If you want us at your doctor's appointments, we'll come. If you don't want us there, that's fine, too," Janus continues.

"I do," Virgil blurts out. "Please," he adds. Janus's face softens.

"Always, storm cloud," he says. "You always have me."

"And me," Remus says. "Jokes about cannibalizing your ex doctors aside-"

"Wait, when did cannibalism get brought up?" Janus asks. Remus cheerfully ignores him.

"I love ya," Remus says. "And I'm here for ya. Always, Virge."

Virgil smiles, the tears in his eyes there for a whole new reason now.

"I love you," he says. "Stay with me? While I nap?"

"Of course," Janus promises. Remus nods, stretching out ostentatiously and adding a flamboyant yawn. Virgil smiles sleepily.

"Good," he says, and lets his eyes fall shut.

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[separatist-apologist]

Because I’m in Love with your takes on these: acotar characters from most to least devastated after a breakup (coping mechanism commentary appreciated but not required)

this is MOST to LEAST. MOST TO LEAST.

16. Tamlin- Functioning but just barely. Absolutely cuts bangs into his hair. New me, he sobs into the mirror. Drops all his friends to grieve, never really gets over it.

16. Elain- CATATONIC. Red album on BLAST for MONTHS. Is it coping if you just stop living your life entirely? Sleeps in old hoodie, devastated when the smell is gone.

15. Rhysand- Oh yeah. DRUNK FOR WEEKS. "I just knew she was the one," he hiccups to a stranger at the bar. Watching cheesy rom-coms in bed, alternating between whiskey and ice cream. Does not shower for a solid two weeks, forces Azriel and Cassian to have an intervention.

14. Gwyn- can't go five minutes without crying. Vanishes one day, resurfaces in Europe without a word. Girl you couldn't CALL? Just needed someone to worry about her a little. Is very apologetic in the aftermath.

13. Jurian- Tries to win them back, comes off like a major stalker. Has schedule memorized, will not let it go. Just wants to talk, obsessed with what went wrong.

12. Azriel- SILENT AND IN PAIN. Dude are you still thinking about her? NO but his phone background is still a picture of ex. Gets drunk, shows up at their house. Doesn't ring doorbell but sends a text. "Miss you". Doesn't cry, feels like no one will ever love them, this break up validated those feelings.

11. Tarquin- Trying to be friends in the aftermath. Falls into messy "fucking my ex but it means nothing" thinking it will change their mind. Has to go through heartbreak TWICE when they realize they won't get them back this way. Does have a hot girl summer glow-up though.

10. Emerie- Throws herself into work. Swears they don't care, spotify playlists are very suspicious. Invites you to bar but oh no its karaoke and double oh no, Emerie has queued up Kelly Clarkson's version of Happier Than Ever

9. Mor- D R U N K. Can party her way out of her feelings like its 2012. Too many one-night stands trying to forget they have feelings at all. Is not helping anything, does not stop.

8. Lucien- Fucking like he doesn't have feelings. Swears he'll never love again. Honestly, low key about the whole thing but VERY dramatic in his mind. Trying to project an aura of not caring, but very skittish about another relationship. Has to be psp psp psp'ed into the next one like a feral cat.

7. Vassa- Honestly, knows relationship was toxic but is still sad about it. Grieving through loud music and being, generally, a bitch. Apologetic when people back off. Just doesn't want to be alone. Hosts a lot of powerpoint nights to help her forget, develops a new hobby, and generally comes out of break-up a better person

6. Cassian- Sad for like, a week? Hitting the gym, working on his fitness. Gains are good, remembers he's hot...all is forgiven. Does have sex with one random against the brick of the bar on night to chase away his loneliness but generally not pining

5. Nesta- Also drinking and dancing but also cannot remember what that persons name was. Starting to think the breakup was just an excuse to party. Find out later she did the breaking up, just didn't bother to mention it.

4. Helion- One who got away means no one else can ever hurt him. That ex lingers and this new break up is easily shrugged off. Break up? Baby this was just a fling. Says it with a smile. No worries, no hard feelings. Already has someone new before break up even finished.

3. Feyre- New boyfriend in five minutes. Snaps her fingers, someone is already crawling at her feet. Can list everything he did wrong without tears in her eyes. Posts the most insane selfie, ex begs for her back. Feyre laughs with her friends later that night. Warned you she'd fuck your best friend, makes good on that threat. Ex emotionally scarred for years.

2. Eris- best way to get over someone is get under someone. Did you ever mean anything to him? Doesn't seem like it, he's already fucking that ex he told you not to worry about.

1. Amren- We were DATING? Genuinely had no idea.

#acotar lists #need a better tag for this #once again trusting the right people to find this #it is hard being the only person with the right opinions about these charactersa #my burden

[suspicious-whumping-egg]

perhaps slammed into a wall for Mateo 👉 👈

-onlywhump

Merciless Part 2

No one even bothered to unlock Mateo’s shackles after he was shoved into a cell, the door locked firmly behind him. He glanced down at his chest, making sure the carved pendant still hung around his neck, then curled up against the floor. The rocking of the ship was far from unfamiliar, but he’d always had at least something to sleep on. The cell was unfurnished, with barely enough room for him to take four steps in either direction. With his arms secured behind his back, it was impossible for him to get comfortable, and the wound on his leg stung furiously. 

Despite his discomfort, he was exhausted. And just as the ship’s movement began to lull him to sleep, the door to the cell was opened. 

Lucian loomed over him, a stained bandage now wrapped around his shoulder. “How’re you settling in, pretty thing?” He asked casually. “You don’t need medical attention, do you? It’d be a pity, going to all this effort just for you to die of infection or blood loss.” 

Mateo just shrugged. His fear and anger and relief from earlier was gone, replaced with the sudden urge to just break down sobbing. He bit his lip, giving a small shrug and pulling against the chains in a weak attempt to hug his legs to his chest. “I’m—” the words stuck in his throat, his voice failing him. He let out a defeated sigh, not bothering to try responding once more. 

Lucian raised an eyebrow. “Go on?” 

“Can you take off the cuffs now that I’m locked up?” it slipped from his mouth before he even processed the words, and he winced. 

Yet the captain just nodded. “We can come to a compromise,” he said. He tugged a key ring from his pocket and knelt to examine the restraints, unlocking the cuffs and letting them fall from Mateo’s hands. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly, rubbing his aching wrists and shaking his hands out. 

“Don’t thank me yet,” Lucian replied. “Hands out.”

Mateo flinched, his body freezing up nearly automatically. He was already defenseless, he didn’t want to be weighed down and chained up, but he also knew he was at the mercy of Lucian. He could either comply or be hurt. He began to hesitantly extend his hands, but he’d barely made a movement before Lucian had grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. Blunt pain throbbed across his skull and through his body as he was slammed against the wall, Lucian pinned him with a blade across his neck as he put the cuffs back on and bound Mateo’s hands in front of him. 

“It’s not that difficult,” he snapped. “For someone who was begging for their life, on their knees for me just hours ago, you could show a bit more respect.”

Mateo choked on his words, his heart seizing in panic. “I— I’m sorry— I froze up— I—“ 

“You’re nothing here. I don’t know how it worked with that other bastard but you’re nothing unless I tell you otherwise,” he interrupted sharply. “You better learn to get a grip or I’ll throw you into the fucking sea.” 

He stepped closer to Mateo until their faces nearly touched, then he raised his knife. He pinned his head against the wall as he pressed the blade to his neck, ever-so-slowly pushing into the skin as he dragged downwards. Mateo gasped at the sudden, sharp pain, squeezing his eyes shut as blood began to trickle down his throat and over his collarbones. “You’re pretty, but you’re not special,” he said softly. “Don’t try my patience. I very, very purposefully made that cut shallow, but next time I might not be as generous.” 

He scraped the flat of the blade against the wound, collecting Mateo’s blood on the knife and holding it to his lips. 

Mateo raised an eyebrow in silent confusion, flinching backwards in a pitiful attempt to avoid the weapon. 

“Lick the knife,” Lucian ordered calmly. “Why should I have to clean it off when I have someone right here to do it for me?” 

He winced, humiliation burning his face a bright red. He weighed the options in his mind for a moment before he opened his mouth and tentatively licked the blade, careful not to cut himself. The bitter taste of his own blood filled his mouth, overwhelming and metallic, and he coughed. 

The captain nodded approvingly and sheathed the knife. “You’re cuter like this,” he mused. 

“Like what?” Mateo said nervously. He watched as the blood from the cut on his neck began to stain his white shirt, so he wouldn’t have to look at the man humiliating him. 

“Shh, don’t ruin it,” Lucian snapped. “You’re cuter when you shut up and do what I tell you.” He pulled out the knife once more, and Mateo tensed. 

“See?” He said with a vague gesture of the blade. “That little spark of fear that makes you so willing to do anything for me.” He tilted Mateo’s face up with the flat of the blade, forcing his prisoner to meet his eyes. 

“Back on your knees,” he commanded. 

Mateo dropped in an instant, all too aware of the blade’s edge against his throat. He’d be a fool to throw his life away for a bit of dignity. 

Lucian gave him a satisfied nod and withdrew the blade. “Now stay like this until I come back,” he said nonchalantly as he stepped out of the tiny cell. “I’ll know it if you don’t.”

And before Mateo could even protest, Lucian had already locked the door behind him. 

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