#i was all happy and boom suddenly i was crying writing this

[yeoslattes]

Happy Ending Status: Pending

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6.7k

Pairings: Underground Artist!Mingi x fem!reader

Summary: Mingi was not what your family and friends wanted for you. Reality was becoming too real and maybe they were right but you struggled to leave him.

Songs to listen to: Tunnel-Song Mingi, Star Shopping-Lil Peep, Romantic Homicide-D4vd

Warnings: TW! Toxic relationship tendencies, toxic Mingi, smut, lots of crying, slight slow burn, weed use, financial issuesMingi is pretty bad to her at the beginning, he's lowkey a bum, Mingi yells at her once, simp!Mingi, one of his friends makes a bad comment abt reader, Wooyoung is an asshole, reader is a good girl, he's possessive of her, soft Dom!Mingi, oral m receiving, big dick Mingi (lets be real), gagging, lots of spit, slight throat fucking, Mingi holds her down a couple of times, choking, unprotected sex asf, creampie, Mingi cries after sex, use of slut like once, praising

A/N: *big sigh* something about the plot was so hard to write for me lol. I had mentioned that I didn't want to make Mingi too toxic but in the editing process it was almost inevitable so I had to do what I had to do to make it work. He's not scary, he's just a big simp in this lmao. I added songs as well, Star Shopping is what inspired me and Tunnel is what I imagine Mingi looking like in this, Romantic Homicide is for the vibes. Also to clear up any confusion, she's in college bc her parents pay for it aside from that she gets no allowance from them, since she wanted to move with Mingi so bad her parents let her fend for herself (stupid girl). I hope you Pookies enjoy, as always thank you for all the love mwah <3

The bass boomed through the entire establishment. The floor shook, soundwaves rolling up your body. A small smile plays at your lips at the sight of your boyfriend performing on stage. Your eyes curiously watched the girls in the front row who were ready to risk it all for Song Mingi.

The song comes to an end and people cheered loudly, you clap for your boyfriend as he comes off stage pressing a kiss against your lips. “I have some business to deal with first baby, I’ll be back soon.” You nod and clutch the jacket draped over your arms, suddenly feeling exposed now that Mingi had left you.

You take a seat, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, soon enough Mingi comes back looking more pissed than ever. His eyebrows are drawn together with a stoic expression replacing his usual smile. Your face falls, “hey what’s going on?” You ask worriedly, placing a hand on his arm. He shakes his head, “he’s not paying me.” He grumbles, you feel your heart sink. “Mingi that’s not okay-“ you begin, but he ignores you, instead walking towards Yunho and Hongjoong who were standing beside the stage.

Your lips subconsciously fall into a pout, trailing after him. You knew how Mingi was when he was upset and the fact that he was with friends didn’t help either; you hated who he became when he was around them. Walking a couple steps behind them and excusing yourself as you walked through the crowd, you watched as Yunho whispered something in Mingi’s ear. Your boyfriend nods and turns to look at you. “I’ll be right back babe.” He says not even giving you time to respond. You stand alone for a second time tonight. You huff plopping down on one of the booth seats.

You wait and wait, it had been almost 25 minutes since Mingi had left. Your eyes skimmed the crowd in search of him with no luck. He’d blown you off, when you figured he really wasn’t coming back you got up and started looking for him. Your heart felt like it was hanging by the finest thread, one minimal tug and it’d be gone. You spent the majority of your night pushing through sweaty bodies looking for your missing boyfriend.

Everyone sported leather, dark eyeliner, piercings, while the darkest color on your outfit was the pleated black skirt and black tights you had worn, your cashmere sweater being no fit to the aesthetic. Your hands were starting to shake, and your breathing became slightly labored as you continued to skim the club for a tall Mingi.

People had started to notice you, giving you weird looks as you kept making rounds around the club. Your mind began to race, the more you looked the more you felt like the crowd was close to swallowing you up. You spot the exit and make a beeline for it, your tears already falling freely down your cheeks. “E-excuse me.” You mumbled pushing through a couple, the girl looked at you, her eyebrow piercing moving up as she cocked her brow up at your state. Stepping out into the fresh air you finally felt like you could breathe.

***

Your white sneakers heavily hit the ground, dirty water soaking the mid rise crew socks you wore from all the puddles you had stepped in but you didn’t care. You continued your journey back to yours and Mingi’s apartment. You quickly went up the stairs to the second floor, ducking your head as you passed your creepy neighbor who’s eyes never left your shivering frame. You unlocked the door and slammed it shut behind you with a loud sigh. The wooden door creaked under your weight as you rested against it. You feel a knot forming in your throat and you can't help the sob that rips through you. Your legs give out and you melt down into a puddle of tears. Your hand clutches your phone tightly, looking at the absurd amount of times you had dialed Mingi, each one going straight to voicemail.

You numbly pick yourself up off the floor and go into the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror you almost feel bad for yourself; but this was the life you had chosen. Your hair is frizzed up and your makeup is basically gone. You begin reflecting on what your  life had become, the voices of your parents and friends echoed through your head, and you were truly starting to believe that you should've listened to them. After standing your ground against them for so long and always defending Mingi, things were not what they seemed anymore, nothing like the delusions you had put in your head. And so now here you were, heart hanging by a thread as you desperately waited for your boyfriend to come home; no clue on his whereabouts or who he was with aside from his friends.

***

You had met Mingi freshman year of university, you were enamoured with who he was, with the way he dressed, all dark and mysterious yet sweet and cunning. Mingi knew right away he wasn’t someone your family particularly wanted for you, not as a friend and much less as a boyfriend. They hated Mingi’s lifestyle and were confused on how you could be so enthralled with someone like him. Someone who barely made it in college, who was obsessed with making it big in the music industry and would rather focus on that than a promising career. However, the way he spoke about his passion for music made you believe in him and for a second you did, until a couple months turned into a year, and a year turned into 2 and now at almost 3 years barely anything had changed. You convinced yourself it was fine, but reality was catching up to you quickly.

Truth was, you and Mingi were broke, you could barely afford rent and food was scarce majority of the time. Frugal wasn’t even the word to describe how tight you two were with money. You hated this life, coming from a well off family, you had never struggled with money this way. You never minded working to earn your money, but even while working it still was not enough. With your last required courses to graduate, you had to cut back on your hours, leaving only Mingi working full time. The little amount of money he made, he’d spend on music equipment and recording studio fees that he clearly couldn't afford. At some point the little amount of money you had saved up, you had to start using to buy groceries and home essentials. By the time you rechecked your savings you had nothing.

***

Your body cried for sleep, the longer you tried to stay awake the more your body fought against you that eventually you fell asleep on the couch. Around 2:30 in the morning, the front door unlocks and in walks Mingi, quietly looking around for you. When he doesn’t hear any noise he pads further into the room. He’s startled when he spots your sleeping form on the couch. Clearly you had been waiting for him, and he felt terribly bad that he had blown you off at some random club that you had never been to. Mingi was good at being impulsive and acting on his emotions rather than thinking logically. Of course he was pissed that the gig host had ripped him off but that didn’t mean had the right to ditch you; and only now that his cloudy head was clearing up did he realize that.

He sighs and leans over the back of the couch, resting a hand on your arm. He shakes you slightly, slowly you rise from your slumber. You squint, waiting for your eyes to adjust and focus on the person in front of you. When you realize it’s Mingi you fly off the couch, backing away from him. “Ba-” He starts, “It’s almost 3am and now you wanna ‘baby’ me?” He straightens up and throws his head back in annoyance, knowing exactly where this was going. “I’m tired, I don't want to do this right now.” He grumbles walking towards the bedroom. 

Sadness fills you at his dismissive behavior; there's no way he doesn’t care, you thought. Your lips contort into a frown, “Mingi…what is wrong with you?” You say quietly, the knot returning to your throat. You trail after him once again like a lost puppy. He shakes his head, “nothing princess.” But you didn’t believe him. He pulls his shirt off and looks at your small frame lingering by the door. He takes in your disheveled appearance and his gaze softens. “I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have left you there.” He says, his heart feeling heavy at your sadness. You had nothing to do with how his gigs went, therefore, you should be the last person he should be getting mad at. When you sniffle slightly and look down he walks over to you, his large frame engulfing you completely. You inhale the smell of weed and faded cologne in, feeling yourself get drunk off him; and just like that things were okay again for the time being.

***

Not even a week later you and Mingi were caught in a screaming match. “It’s not my fault these places don't pay me.” He argues.” You stared at him hard, feeling your eyes twitch from pure anger. “Actually it is your fault, cause you keep agreeing like a dumbass not knowing what you’re getting into. And you look even dumber buying more recording equipment that we clearly cannot afford.” This time you argued over the fact that he hadn’t gotten paid yet again, while he kept spending money on useless equipment. “Well it is my money.” Mingi retorts desperately trying to find a way to put this argument to bed. Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, you felt completely hopeless. “Well if it's your money then you find a way to pay for this apartment, and do everything yourself because I am leaving.” 

In full panic, anger and everything in between you stormed into your shared room. You pull a pink duffle bag that your parents had gifted you and begin stuffing all the clothes and belongings you could fit. You run back into the kitchen and grab a trash bag to throw makeup, jewelry and shoes; everything else that couldn’t fit into the straining duffle bag.

You aggressively wipe your tears, pausing when you spot Mingi blocking the doorway. “Where are you going?” He asks, his eyes slightly wide, “I don’t want to be here anymore” You mumbled, attempting to zip up the bag that was clearly too over filled. He shakes his head, panic rising within him, he comes close to you and you step back. He shakes his head rapidly, “You’re not leaving me!” He screams, making you flinch. His breathing is heavy, tears pooling in his eyes. “Please baby, I’m sorry. You’re right, okay, you’re right.” He begs, big hands reaching for yours but you pull back. 

“Mingi…stop it, I’m tired of the excuses okay? I‘m tired.” You say quietly. You eyes can’t meet his, scared that you were going to change your mind. “I just don’t see us going anywhere anymore…” His brows furrow at your words, “what are you talking about.” He whimpers,

“Stop it!” You yell, he takes a step back startled at your loudness. “Stop acting like you don’t see how shitty our lives are. I need you to get your shit together please.” You wipe the tears that are still running down your cheeks, “Be realistic for once Mingi.” You grab your duffel to which Mingi grips onto the traps as well, blocking you off from the door. “Let go.” You grit, yanking the bag from his grip. He stumbles back slightly. He watches you leave, eyesight blurry from the salty liquid, “you’ll be b-back.” He chokes up. But he actually wasn’t sure about that anymore.

Mingi fell in love with you from the second he saw you, you were just so…you. It was a feeling he couldn’t describe. He always knew the thing he liked the most about you two as a pair was the fact that you were so opposite. He had tattooed his hands and neck with some of the prettiest tattoos you had ever seen. He always wore rings that decorated his big hands all pretty, and of course the staple that was his black polish.

You on the other hand were so clean for lack of a better word. The colors you wore were always as bright as the sky on a sunny day, in contrast to Mingi’s daily color palette. You were like a breath of fresh air, and he wanted you, he craved you. Eventually he got you, the road was rough with your parent’s disapproval and what not, but you two persevered; he got you to move in with him and his plans on making it big in the music industry were definitely going, except he was getting nowhere; it was like a journey with no end.

Mingi felt that no matter what he tried, however he tried it, there was always something in the way. He was paying for studio sessions, recording song after song to release and perform at gigs, and even though he spent loads of money on those studio fees he hoped for the day that he wouldn't have to worry about money anymore. But the process was easier said than done because he knew how tired you were of him not being able to give it a rest. Aside from all of that and being aware of your feelings he always thought you’d stick around for a bit longer for him to show you he could do it.

He saw the way he had drained the life out of you, your once glowy skin had been replaced by dullness. Your once vibrant eyes had turned sad accompanied by dark circles and bags. He had ruined you.

***

Today marks 1 month since you left. Mingi had been rotting away in his apartment, only leaving the house to work, then coming back, showering, eating whatever he could find and going to bed. He had lost count of how many times he had called and texted you. But it seemed that you had blocked him. He didn’t know what to do with himself, he hadn’t spoken to his friends or gone out in a while. He’d cut himself off completely. “Get your shit together.” Your words echoed, your pretty face stained with tears as you looked up with hurt in your eyes ingrained in his brain. 

Mingi laid on the couch, eyes dazed off into space from the blunt he had smoked. When all of a sudden…“Mingi?” A voice called faintly in his head, “Jesus Mingi.” The voice said again except this time he felt hands shake him. He looked at his friend who removed him from the daydream. 

“What the hell is going on man? I’ve been trying to reach you.” Yunho said desperately, “I thought you were dead.” The panicked friend said, looking around with wide eyes at the mess in the apartment. “She- she left.” Mingi mumbles, sticking his face into his hands. Yunho’s face softens, “oh-.” Had he known, he would have approached him in a more gentle manner. 

“I’m sorry Mingi.” It’s the only thing that comes to mind. Awkward silence fills the air, Yunho having no idea what else to say. “How’s it going?” Mingi suddenly asks. Yunho shrugs, “some group that played frequently at Cyberpunk Club got a record deal a couple weeks back. You’ve missed a lot man.” At Yunho’s words, Mingi’s heart drops, of course, he thought. It would never be him, and now that you were gone it didn’t matter to him anymore; he’d given up. 

Mingi sniffles slightly, standing up and adjusting his dark jeans, “I have work in an hour so imma head out now.” He didn’t mean to be dismissive but he couldn’t bear thinking about his losses right now. The dark haired man stands up, a perplexed look on his face. “Oh right, well there’s a party tonight let me know if you’ll be there. It could be good, you know, to get out of the house for a while.” Yunho wears a tight lipped smile searching Mingi’s face for some type of life or excitement but he gets nothing. “Yeah I’ll let you know.” Yunho waves goodbye and closes the door quietly behind him leaving Mingi with his thoughts again. He grabs his phone and dials you again, your call has been forwarded to automated vo- he hangs up, annoyance rising up within him. It was pointless now, you weren’t going to speak to him ever again, he accepted defeat and grabbed the small backpack he always carried to work and headed over.

The strip mall was busy, no surprise as it was only Saturday. The customers came in periodic waves, right now Mingi sat in boredom as a single customer sat in the shop sipping on her smoothie. Mingi rests his chin in the palm of his hand, scrolling through your instagram. You may have blocked his number but you had forgotten him on social media. In that moment he’s about to message you when suddenly a loud cackle catches his attention. He looks up expecting to see a random person walking by, but his heart drops when he spots you. As always you were dressed in light colors, you looked good, you looked better. His heart sinks lower, bile rising up his throat the longer you lingered outside with your group of friends. 

Your glow had returned, you looked so alive and happy; he was selfish so in a way he hated that. This was his chance to speak to you, since you had been neglecting him for so long now, not even bothering to come by to pick up some of the stuff you had left behind. He hops off the stool, smoothening down the apron he wore. He steps outside, the door opening catching your attention, your face falls at the slightly disheveled state of your once lover. 

Your friends all fall silent, eyes drifting between Mingi and you. “Um, I’ll catch up to you guys, give me a sec.” You say, the closest girl standing to you, places her hand on your forearm. “Hey ar-” she starts but you wave her off, “it’s okay, I’ll catch up.” You say plastering a smile. You watch as your friends walk away, when there’s decent distance between you and them you turn to Mingi. 

“Mingi-.” You looked up at him with big eyes, a wave of sadness overcoming you. “Hey, glad to know you’re doing okay. Also didn’t know you had guards now.” He says. He doesn’t mean for it to come out sounding aggressive but it does. Surprise flashes in your face momentarily at his harsh tone, but could you blame him?  

Deciding you didn’t want to deal with this you turn around to walk away but he stops you, wrapping his hand around your bicep. “Wait, I’m sorry. I’ve been on edge.” He apologizes, you nod silently, waiting for him to continue.

“I just want to talk about…us.” Mingi pleads with big eyes, you pause for a moment. Your eyes linger on the clear lid of your coffee cup, when you don’t say anything Mingi proceeds. “I just wish you’d given me a chance to talk it out with you, but you just upped and left.” He sounds slightly irritated, and that’s when you crack, “no disrespect Mingi, but that’s very audacious of you. Every single argument or discussion we've had about this you have told me the same thing yet you don’t bother to change it. My patience ran thin.” 

Mingi tongues his cheek, sticking his hands in his pockets and looking out into the parking lot; deep down he knew you were right. He stays silent for a moment, your words hanging in the air, “I just want you back, we can work on it together.” You shake your head, when he sees you take a step back his hands reach out for you again, hovering above your shoulders, never quite making contact, “don’t leave please.” He begged, people walking by turned to look at the exchange. “Mingi.” You whisper yell looking around slightly embarrassed at the unnecessary attention. “Can we not do this?”

“Come over so we can talk please. At least give me that and I won’t bother you again.” He promises, but you and him both knew it was a lie. “No matter how much I want to get back with you, I won’t until you get your shit together.” You remind him, “and about me coming over…I don’t know.” Mingi frowns at your words, “do you have someone else already is that it?” You’re shocked at the way he jumps to conclusions. “Mingi that is not it, it’s just…kind of weird if we are trying to get over each other.” He rolls his eyes, “speak for yourself, but I’m not trying to get over you. I won’t stop until I get you alone at least one more time. There’s so much we need to talk about.” You wanted to stand on business but for some reason he always had you giving in. You toss your head back, a slight groan ripping from your throat. You nod your head ‘yes’, swallowing hard and meeting his eyes, “okay.” Your voice is airy from slight nerves.

He watches your back as you walk away from him once more; except this time under different circumstances. When he steps back into the smoothie shop, his face drops at the scowl his manager gives him and the long line of customers waiting for their order to be taken. “Glad to know you resolve your relationship problems while on the clock.” The stubby man says to him.

After his shift Mingi flops on his bed, he closes his eyes, the clear picture of your face behind his eyelids, and he smiles sheepishly. You two had left it that you’d be the one letting him know when you were free given your tight schedule. Mixed in with his happiness is a tinge of anger and fear. Anger because suddenly you didn’t have time for him and fear because he didn’t want you seeing anyone else, you could’ve been lying about that for all he knew. He whips his phone out when it vibrates, hoping it’d be you but it’s Yunho telling him to come to the party. He dials your number for a second time that day and when it goes straight to voicemail the slight happiness he felt fades away. Why hadn’t you unblocked him? He wonders. His mind races, desperately looking for reasons to feel better but when nothing comes to mind he gets up abruptly and changes out of his work clothes and into a casual outfit.

***

Now here was Mingi at a random house party, a girl on one side of him as he conversed with Wooyoung Yunho, and Hongjoong. “I heard your ex girl moved into a nice ass apartment in the city.” Wooyoung says, peeling a pistachio and tossing it in his mouth. He looks at Mingi waiting for him to say something but he keeps his reaction bottled in, she didn’t mention that, he thinks. Yunho slaps Wooyoung’s arm, bringing a hand under his chin and waving it, signaling Wooyoung to cut it out. “Sensitive topic I see,” Yunho rolls his eyes as the shorter man keeps nagging on. “Nah it doesn’t matter.” Mingi suddenly says, one of his hands traveling further down to rest on the random girl's waist. Mingi felt disappointed in himself, angry that the girl next to him wasn’t you. But since you had yet to unblock him, he figured you wouldn’t anyway and said a big fuck it to the universe and got himself a temporary distraction.

Wooyoung smirks, “yeah it’s probably daddy’s money.” He says, Mingi chuckles, sipping on his beer, “definitely daddy’s money.” Mingi disses; Yunho looks at him with a confused expression, this was the same man that was crying over you a couple hours ago. 

“Crazy you were hitting that Mingi, should’ve kept her around if she has big bucks like that.” At Wooyoung’s words, Mingi’s face drops, “you better fucking watch it.” He points a finger at the dark haired man. “Who gives a shit man you’re not with her anymore.” He presses on, Mingi stands up and leaves. Yunho shakes his head at Wooyoung. “Shut the fuck up rat, you always ruin everything.” He spits, Wooyoung chuckles, sinking into the worn down couch sipping on his beer, clearly satisfied at the reaction. 

Mingi walks home not taking a second longer to process what was said at the party. He felt icky at the fact that he had even gone. He hated the way they spoke about you, if only they knew how he truly felt for you maybe they wouldn’t have said that. To him you were more than a gorgeous face, more than sex more than anything physical; you were the love of his life.

***

A couple of days after the encounter with Mingi at the mall, you sat on your couch, phone in hand, contemplating whether you wanted to call him or not. You knew how Mingi was, it was clear he was desperate and since you had taken a while to reach out to him the poor guy was losing it. In all honesty you were afraid that talking to him again would have you going back and history would repeat itself. After breaking up with him the first couple of weeks sucked. You stayed in bed all day, dazed off in class and took multiple breaks during your lectures to cry in the bathroom. You missed him so much, and a month later you still did, but you were better; like a heavy load was lifted off your shoulders. You hated that this was the reality you had to face, no matter how much you craved him and wanted him back, it was not ideal.

You sighed, placing your head in your hands, “I just have to do it.” You whispered, hyping yourself up. Here’s my address, just let the front desk person you’re here to see me, they’ll let you through. See you at 5. You pressed send, hands shaking slightly. You felt your lunch coming back up, a pit forming within you. You took a shower, dressed in something cute and casual, why were you getting ready? You had no idea, actually you did, you just liked lying to yourself.

“Good afternoon miss, Song Mingi is here to see you.” The front desk person said into the phone, “that’s okay let him through.” You reply, hanging up and wiping your clammy hands on your pants.

Pounding on your door makes you jump slightly. When you pull the door open Mingi stands there. “Oh hey.” You greet in a breathy tone trying your best to be casual, you pull the door open wider. He steps through, immediately looking around at your apartment that was nowhere near close to what your shared space looked like. “Nice place.” He says admiring the art decorating the walls, and gawking at the view into the city. 

While he was busy with that you took a second to drink him. As always he was dressed in dark colors, you could tell he had messily applied some eyeliner and shadow on his eyes, adding to the grunge look he sported. He looked extremely good, and you wanted to slap yourself. “Thank you, my parents helped me out.” You locked the door and followed him further into the living room area. “Okay Mingi, I don’t mean to sound hasty but why are you truly here?” You looked at him curiously, interested in what he had to say and praying it wasn’t the same bull crap he’d said many times before. “I want you back.” He said boldly, “Min-.” He suddenly stands up, looming over your sitting form, your eyes go wide with surprise, “no! You don’t understand how much I need you in my life. I’ve been fucking miserable since you left. You got me reflecting on my entire fucking existence. Trying to figure out what I can do to fix this. I’m in love with you, you know that already, but I’m convinced you’re the love of my life and I'd be willing to give up my music if that means I get to have you back.” You sat there speechless, your legs and arms completely numb feeling like you weren't allowed to move. The man who always felt sheepish speaking his emotions to you was suddenly boasting in your living room about how you were the love of his life and you didn’t know what to do. He stares at you with puppy eyes, waiting for you to say something, his face falling at your extended silence. You stand up to face him, your soft hands coming up to his flushed cheeks. You watch him melt into your touch, “I know that right now I’m not really worth it. But please let me show you.” He opens his eyes back up, his big brown orbs boring into yours.

Your teeth sink into your pink lips and you nod up at him. You push on your tippy toes and he leans down to meet your lips; you had folded. Large hands come to grip your biceps to pull you slightly back. You fall back flat on your feet looking up at him with that stare that always drove him insane, the very one he fell in love with way back when. He pulls you back in, pressing his lips against yours again, the kiss grows hungrier as the seconds tick by. 

He’s tugging on your sweatpants that were a size too big, easily sliding them off you. They pool at your feet, his hands come and grip on the flesh of your ass, his cold rings leaving a slight indentation on the supple skin. You groan into his mouth, enjoying the feeling of him all over you. “Mingi.” You whimper, pulling away from him to look into his dark eyes, “did you miss me princess?” He coos lowly, you pout and nod all morals gone out the door; you just wanted him. 

You didn’t care about your decision on the status of your relationship or if this would be the last time you saw him like this, that could all wait; what mattered was right now. He pulls you along with him, he freely navigates your apartment, finding your bedroom with no problem. He kisses you again, cornering you into the bed, his large hands cup your face pulling you as close as he could. You grip his wrists pulling them away from your face and pushing him slightly back to take off the bleach designed hoodie he wore. His necklaces fall back against his smooth chest as he pulls the thick hoodie off. He tosses the item somewhere in the carpet of the room before eagerly pulling your tank top off. You sink to your knees, your heart pounding in your chest. 

He looks down at you, the liner and shadow somehow making him ten times more attractive. Your thighs press together, your fragile fingers working over time to get the belt off, the buckle is so thick you struggle to undo it. Finally unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down his cock bounces fully erect from the makeout. His hand slides up and down the expanse of his thick cock, “open.” He murmurs, guiding it between your parted lips.

The sheer size stretches your mouth as far as it can go, you fully struggle to take him in. The longer your mouth is open, the more spit pools. You wrap your lips around the tip and suck lightly, coating him in your slobber. Slowly you take him further until he hits the back of your throat, you gag slightly and he groans. His fingers brush your hair back, watching as you struggle to take him all the way back, “good girl baby. Just a little bit more for me.” He says gently placing a hand on the crown of your head to push further into your mouth. You gag again, tears stinging your eyes and spit running down your chin and neck, soaking the edge of the bra you wore. He bucks slightly when you flatten your tongue to run deliciously on the underside of him. 

The more your tongue runs on him the more spit coats him, he lets out a choked breath at the sudden change, speeding up his hips slightly until your hands delicately press against his thighs to push back. A thick string of saliva connects from your lips to his tip, finally breaking off when you pull further away. You suck in a breath, trying to calm down the nausea roaming in your stomach from your gag reflex. “You okay?” Mingi hums cupping your wet chin to look up at him. You nod and he smiles, you take him back in your mouth, your small hand working on what you couldnt fit. You take him down your throat. His breathing picks up once again, eyes rolling to the back of his head, when you try to pull back he holds you still. The thick head of his cock lodged in your throat. Finally he lets you pull away, leaving you practically wheezing for air. He helps you up and you rest your back on the bed. Mingi hovers above you, his eyes taking you in as if he hadn’t seen this view a hundred times before, but he always made sure to appreciate it. Mingi tugs your bra down the undergarment now resting around your waist, he plays with the hard buds but you needed him now, so you pull him onto you. Ignoring you were still in your underwear you move it to the side desperately, as if you didn’t have all the time in the world. You take him in your hand guiding him into your wet hole. 

He looks down looking where you two would be connecting. Pushing in, you grimace at the slight burn from not having him in you for a long time. You squirm the more he goes in. He holds you down, fully diving into you, “shhh it’s okay baby, you’re taking me so well. My good girl.” 

When he hits your hilt you groan, “Mingi please.” He looks at your already fucked out face. He sets a brutal pace, your eyes roll when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. You moan loudly, panting from the lewd activity. Your mouth drops open, and your back arches, his grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you to meet his hips. Your eyes roll back, nails desperately digging into his strong forearms. One of his hands drops from your waist, his tattooed fingers coming up to your mouth. They feel heavy on your wet tongue, he speeds up dragging his fingers out and running his hand down your chin to let it rest on your throat. Your body jolts with every single thrust, inching slightly up the bed every time his hips meet yours.

Mingi’s mind's going a million miles per hour, but at the same time he can't focus on anything else but you under him. He suddenly feels a wave of anger wash over him. His hand tightening on your throat causing your breath to hitch. You felt so high and far away, his dominance causing another rush of slickness to come out of you. “Listen to yourself. So fucking wet.” He groans, pistoning his hips into you. He was angry, angry at mostly himself, but also angry at the thought of you leaving him and finding someone else. “You’re not made for anyone else but me.” He pants, he was selfish with you, you were his everything, and he wanted to make sure you knew; even if this was the last time he’d get to have you like this. “Mi-Mingi, fuck.” You gasp, he suddenly pulls out and urgently flips you on your belly. He hikes your hips up, pulling the ruined cotton panties down and pressing on your back to deepen the arch. He enters you again, sliding in easily. At this point you felt incoherent, all you felt was him. His cock head hits the spongy spot deep within you, it leaves you trembling and seeing stars. 

You whimper loudly into the plush sheets beneath you, trying to clutch onto something for dear life. “Good fucking girl baby. Take it, y-you’re doing such a good job.” You gasp at his lewd words. You felt so full, like you could burst at any moment, “fucking play with yourself slut. Make yourself cum all over my dick.” At his words  your shaky hand reaches between your legs, pressing your clit the way you liked. You suddenly feel so aware of the sensations coursing through your body, from the feeling of Mingi’s heavy hands and rings on your warm skin to the delicious stretch of his cock, you were close to seeing god. 

“You’re about to cum huh baby?” He asks with a mocking tone, “yes Mingi yes, I’m- cum, I’m gon-.” Your words die in your mouth as he clutches onto your hips driving himself into you, your hands reach back to rest on his pubic area trying to get him to slow down, instead he grabs your wrists and pulls you slightly off the bed. He pistons his hips hard, hitting your spot repeatedly, before suddenly slowing down and focusing on deepening himself, the pressure of his cock nestled against your cervix is enough to send you over. Your vision goes white and your ears begin to ring. “Fuck- fuck.” Mingi moans, he cums, unloading himself deep within your velvety walls. He holds your shaking frame, keeping himself warm in you.

When you open your eyes, your vision is slightly hazy, you squint to focus on your surroundings. You turn your head to look at the man who was still deep in you. His gaze is on the ceiling, still recovering from his orgasm. His breathing becomes labored, he sucks in small breaths looking back down at you, you notice the tears pooling in his eyes. Your gaze softens, “Mingi oh my god.” You say softly, your arms come under you to push yourself up. His flaccid cock slips out of you. You cup his face, turning him to look at you. “Hey why are you crying?” You ask even though you had an idea as to why. He sniffles, looking down at the floor, his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you into him. 

“Mingi?” You insist, you needed him to say something, anything. “I just don’t know if this is the last time I'll see you. Have you like this, and be this close to you. I don’t think you understand how badly I don’t want to lose you.” He cries into your moistened skin and suddenly you don’t know what to say or do. “I love you Mingi.” It’s the first thing that slips out, he looks up all doe eyed. “Come here,” you say, flipping the duvet to slip under it. He follows suit, you ignore the wetness that has now smeared all over your inner thighs. Your head comes to rest on his chest, fingers playing with the stacked chains around his neck. “I love you baby, but please say something.” He whispers, sniffling slightly. “Hey relax,” you whisper, propping yourself up to look at him. Your hands run through his dark hair, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

Now here you were laying in bed once again with the person that had once ruined you emotionally, yet you couldn’t let him go. You didn’t know what was going to happen, but that was tomorrow's problem.

Taglist: @byuntrash101

#ateez smut #mingi smut #hongjoong smut #jongho smut #san smut #seonghwa smut #wooyoung smut #yeosang smut #yunho smut #smut #kpop smut

[charliemwrites]

Hii I wanna say how much I just LOVE your writing your so amazing that I could marry you rn

(Don't do this if you don't wanna for any reason)

Could you do one where ghost, soap, and gaz come back and everyone being there kinda gets to reader and price and Johnny just keep pushing boundaries with her and she's so agitated and tired she starts crying? And maybe ghost gets protective and soda gets in there face to make them stop and leave her alone?

Everyone is visiting. And you’re happy - you are! Even if Price still makes you a bit nervous sometimes, twitching away. Or you make a sport of hunting Johnny.

They’re coming off a big mission, a successful one, thankfully. No one seems especially injured either, so it’s sure to be a fun night.

And it is,,., for the first minute. But there’s a lot of people in your space all at once, laughing and joking and greeting you, coming in for scritches and pets. You’re trying to be nice, even letting price and Johnny get away with more than you usually allow.

And then at some point you realize you haven’t even gotten to hug Simon yet, that you haven’t gotten to have a moment with him. Haven’t even seen him in the last ten minutes. He’s… somewhere. You don’t know where. You like knowing where everyone is in the house; it’s yours.

You don’t quite know when the pleasant stimulation of voices and touches gets to be too much. But suddenly it is. Johnny reaches to pick you up and you yelp, loud and high pitched and distressed, kicking and scratching.

“Down, down, down, no more,” you chant, squirming.

He’s trying to let you down gently, but you’re too frantic to cooperate. You end up nearly eating shit, eyes blurring with tears and starting to well and truly melt down.

You hear price’s voice booming over the frantic questions of “what’s wrong, are you okay, what happened”. It’s too loud - but he’s calling for Simon at least. And Gaz gently hooks a finger in the pocket of your hoodie, guiding you away to the sun porch.

He sits you down with a glass of water and kneels down where you can see him, not crowding or speaking while you whimper “sorry” and “want simon.” Just there with you, soothing.

And then there’s a flicker of movement and you crawl into Simon’s arms, sniffling and still crying. He shushes you, lets you tuck into his neck, soothing.

“I know, feral, it was a lot of excitement, huh? Get a bit much?”

You nod pathetically. He coos and tilts his chin to let you nuzzle in.

“How about you stay on my lap the rest of the night and if it gets too much again, we take a little break, yeah? But the boys really wanna see you.”

You nod. You want to see the boys too, even if they’ve been a lot.

“Ready to go back?”

He gently ushers you back inside, barks a sharp “oi, settle” when Gaz and Johnny immediately start towards you.

“One at a time,” he growls. “No more tears tonight.”

And you, quiet and calm, climb onto his lap on the couch, where you happily spend the rest of the night.

#my writing #asks #fanfiction #cod #thoughts™️ #reader fic #dark fic #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #keeper/kept au #keeper ghost #kept pet ghost #ghost x reader #simon x reader #x reader

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hi! First I'm sorry for your loss I am sending you extra love! Also can I please ask for 33 with Narcissa? Like Y/N is having a bad panic attack at night because of a thunderstorm so she leaves Narcissa alone in the bed. So when Narcissa finds Y/N gone she goes and looks for her. When Narcissa finds her Y/N is on the floor and scratching her arms till they bleed. And Narcissa helps her. Idk something like that if you can? If not it's ok! Also, can it be a Narcissa x fem!reader and fluff? Please and thank you! Again sorry for your loss.

Hi hi hi anon!! Thank you so much 🥹🥰 And thank you for your patience! I’d love to write this for you <33 Hope you’re well! & Hope you Enjoy ♥️

It Means Nothing Without You ~Narcissa Malfoy xFem Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: self harm, crying, panic attacks, nightmares, implied unsafe situations, fluff, comforting, partial nudity, happy ending, etc.

Enjoy (:

“Why can’t you be good enough??” their voice shouted.

Boom!

“You act like you’re so different, but really, you’re just lazy!!” the voice echoes around the emptiness.

Crash!!

“You’re no different than all those other losers!” they shout, their volume increasing.

SMASH

“Why should I listen to you…?!” you desperately cry out.

“Because you know I’m right!! You’re worthless! Nothing! Useless!” They shout back.

BOOM!!!

~~~

Suddenly, your eyes open and you sit straight up in your bed. You look around frantically, the sounds of the violent thunderstorm only making you more on edge. You sigh lightly as your gaze comes upon Narcissa. But now you can’t sleep. No, the nightmare and the thunderstorm have done it. You tried to go back to sleep, but you couldn't. Tears were starting to well up in your eyes. Sniffling in defeat, you got out of bed.

You started wandering around the manor, basically just pacing. Your heart was racing and you were shaky. You wandered until you were so dizzy and out of breath that you had to sit. You collapsed on one of the library sofas with a choked sob as silent tears ran down your cheeks.

Soon, your sobs became louder as you choked and struggled to breathe through your own tears. In the heat of the moment, you were too fidgety and began scratching your arms, leaving behind light red marks. But you didn’t stop. You fell to the floor in your pool of tears and continued to scratch your arms. It was the only thing which made sense. The only thing that had calm.

Suddenly, you heard the library doors open.

“Y/N? Darling, are you in here?” Narcissa’s voice called out.

You let out another choked sob, indicating to the witch that you were indeed in the library. The woman swiftly made her way over to you. You flinched, trying to hide your arms at the feeling of her gaze. Narcissa’s heart broke at the sight of you covered in your own tears and blood.

“Don’t do that…” She gently yet authoritatively spoke, “Let me see…”

Narcissa came down to the floor with you, and she picked you up to sit in her lap on the couch. Already the mere presence of the woman was calming you down. With the wave of her hand and the muttering of a spell, the mess was gone. You shyly then presented your arms to the woman.

“Oh Darling…” Narcissa cooed with sadness and care lacing her tone.

You looked down, ashamed of your actions, as soon as those words left your love’s mouth.

“I-I’m sorry…” you stammered in a hoarse voice, more tears rolling down your cheeks.

The witch then cupped your cheek and stared into your soul with affection and love. Her lips gave you a reassuring peck to your lips, before she then conjured some medical supplies onto the side table next to the sofa.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmmmm…?”

You wiped away your fresh tears and nodded, allowing the woman to clean your fresh wounds and bandage them up.

“Would you like to talk about it, my love…?” Narcissa softly urged you to talk to her.

“I… nightmares… storm… panic… again” You whispered, shifting in your spot so that Narcissa was laying back on the couch with her back tilted up and you on top of her, as you buried your face in her tits.

“I’m sorry, Darling… Would you like me to remove my shirt…?” she asked, knowing that skin to skin contact usually calmed you down.

You nodded bashfully into her chest. Narcissa chuckled lovingly as she lifted you back up and then removed her shirt, revealing her bare breasts. You immediately snuggled up against her chest and tits, humming in satisfaction.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Better…” you mumbled into her tits, “But not great…”

“Well how about we go get you a glass of water and something to nibble on? And then we can head back to bed?” She offered.

You nodded.

“But… Maybe a few more minutes here…?” You shyly mumbled.

“Sure, love.”

You two sat in the comfortable silence, Narcissa stroking and caressing your hair and figure, while you decompressed on top of her. Eventually, the witch scooped you up, along putting her shirt back on, and carried you to the manor kitchens. She acquired some water and some bread and cheese, and brought it all back to your shared room with you. Once you had drunk all the water and eaten a good deal of the bread and cheese, Narcissa took the plate and cup from you, humming in satisfaction.

“Good girl…” She hummed, while putting the dishes aside.

You blushed lightly at her words. The woman was then quick to join you back in bed, where you immediately cuddled back up with your love. Minutes ticked by and you were calming down more and more.

“Cissy…?” you whispered.

“Hmmmm…? Yes, my love…?” Narcissa murmured.

“Why… why didn’t you do a spell to make… to make the wounds go away…?”

At your words, the witch who you were so desperately holding onto sighed.

“Because Darling… I want you to have them as a reminder. I want you to remember that you can always come to me, instead of going to such extreme sanctions. I will always be tehre for you. Do you understand?”

“I do. I’m sorry, Cissy…” you murmured.

“Shhh, I know, love… Get some rest. We can talk about this more in the morning if you wish” Narcissa hummed.

~~~

Narcissa Malfoy Masterlist

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[sparkbeast20]

Blind rage (Satan X MC)

Summary: Anger can blind a person, including demons

Warning: Violence

All that Satan can see was red and blurs, he roars loud and booming that it shook the floor beneath him.

Then he can smell a scent that infuriates him. A scent that is familiar to his own. A scent he knew exactly who it belonged to.

Lucifer. He turns his face to the scent and all he sees is a tall blur figure. It was trying to say something, but all Satan could hear was a muffled voice.

That angers him more, he shook his head violently before roaring and charging at the figure.

The figure easily dodged him by leaping to the side. Satan crashed into a wall, destroying it. He quickly recovers and turns to see five more figures appear, standing close to his prey. He snarls and curses in death language before standing up and facing his victims.

As he was about to lunge at them, that was voice. A calm and familiar voice that snapped him out from his wrathful state.

“Satan” The voice calls his name.

He turned to see another blurry figure, this one was different, he sniffed, once it hit his nostrils it startled him causing his eyes to widen.

He knew this scent, and yet he can’t quite put his finger on who it was. That frustrates him to no end, his mind mocking him for being this stupid to not know it was. 

Satan, as much he wants to say Lucifer was his enemy, but in truth he was his own worst enemy.

Satan just roars in frustration and charges forward and throws his arm at this annoying thing. It was strong enough to send this figure flying and hit the closest walk, there he heard a sickling cracking sound.

Suddenly he felt his chest tighten, but before he could react. He was tackled by five of the six blurry figures with the sixth one rushing to the victim he attacked.

Satan roars while struggling to get out the pile of bodies on top of him. But a fist made contact with his face causing him to black out instantly.

The next thing Satan remember was waking up in his bed, jolted up and clench his chest as if he was waking up from a nightmare-

“You’re finally awake” Satan turned and sees Belphie siting in one of his armchair by the corner of his room. Satan can barely see Belphie’s face which was hidden in the dark. “You’re fucking lucky that Solomon was able to heal MC, otherwise I would slit your fucking throat”

“The hell you’re talking about-”

“YOU ALMOST KILLED MC!!!” Belphie abruptly stood up from his chair and there Satan saw Belphie’s eyes were red, as if he was crying his eyes out.

But that wasn’t that shock Satan, it was what he said that shook him, all of a sudden his blood ran cold as his face shifted from annoyed to pure and utter horror.

No, he didn’t. He couldn’t!!!

And yet it all was coming back to him, as if his mind was reliving that moment but now much more clearer.

He was angry and he couldn’t control it. And he saw Lucifer try to calm him down, he roared at his brother and lunged at him, but Lucifer dodge him and he crashed into a wall and that’s when the other five showed up. They all try to calm him down.

He cursed at all of them and that’s when you came along you slowly walk closer to him, calling his name with your hands up to try and reach him. Your touch often calms him down.

But this wasn’t that time. He was blinded by rage and he slammed you to the side and into a wall, you groaned in pain as the sound of your bones cracking filled the room.

That’s when all the other brothers lunged at Satan tackling him down on the ground while Mammon rushed towards your body.

Satan was Mammon, as if instinctively seeing someone he holds dear being touched by a different demon. Satan roars in anger, which angers Lucifer to the point he punches Satan in the face and knocks him out.

Satan knows remembering everything, causing him to start shedding tears.  

Note: This was short, but I'm just happy I can still write lol

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

#obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me satan x mc #obey me fanfic

[sapphic-woes]

Ambessa but with a primal kink—

Gonna do this with royal!reader. I sat on this for a bit cuz I thought I'd have time to write a short or smth but after having the Alcina fic that was basically this, some hcs instead:

This is so up her ally, I can see this happening while you're wearing some flowy lingerie she bought for you, like a long black or white sheer robe. Something that looks dramatic when your run lmao.

Perhaps here it's with the royal reader. I can imagine you're just curious at first, asking her what it feels like to fight another person, to look at them and want to take their life, to pursue them with that killing intent, and what it felt like when she succeeded.

She describes it to you as the feeling being much like a predator to a prey. She lies in bed with you beside her, voice a steady murmur as her fingers brush over your side. "There's a reason why they call it a bloodlust. The line between the desire to kill and to love is a fickle thing. You can love a thing so greatly that when it's in your hands all you want to do is squeeze...until you crush it."

She goes on like that, and it's an intellectual, enlightening conversation...but it also makes you squirm.

The way she muddles the difference between what you know as love, and the carnal, near primal desire of human beings...is frightening to you. Ambessa understands it well...almost suspiciously too well, this seemingly unfiltered and raw kind of love.

In reality, Ambessa very clearly knows what she's doing.

She caught your little squirming easily, along with the confused, glazed eyes you fixed on her. She found your curiosity adorable, but like usual, you needed a little pushing before she could suggest anything. Now with your warm cheeks and heavy breathing...

"Would you like to try it?" You gulped, looking up into your warlord's warm, teasing gaze. "Being hunted down as my little prey? Ah–" Ambessa leaned back, as though thinking.

"But you are a princess, and I wouldn't want to insult–"

"Y-yes!" You quickly spoke, and from Ambessa's smirk...you vaguely realized that might of been a bit of a trap.

Ambessa let's you have a head start. She's not greedy. You both have the entire palace to use as your playground, and she wants to see you truly dishelved, weak, and looking at her like she really will swallow you whole.

Of course, the warlord gets what she wants.

You've never seen Ambessa use her brute strength on you. You've seen her spar, protect you and defend herself. But against you?

You wait just around the corner for her to pass. You think she's gone this way–at least, you heard her do so a moment ago. Suddenly, something flashes from the corner of your eye. Huh? You turn just in time for a hand to slam onto the wall, war torn fingers inches short of your face.

Oh my God.

Your frightful cry is overshadowed by her booming, terrifying laughter. It echoes through the halls, bouncing around your fleeing form as you sprint, desperate to get away. Ambessa walks with quick, yet leisure strides behind you, as if she knows that no matter your efforts she'll catch you soon enough. She calls out to you in a deep, sing song voice.

"Did I scare you, my little princess? Don't worry–I'll do much worse when I have you in my hands."

When she decides to finally catch you, it's in the bathhouse.

The steam makes it hard to see her until it's too late–and suddenly there are thick arms around you, pulling you underwater. When you break the surface you sputter, quickly turning red when you feel Ambessa's bare breasts against your back. Your own attire hides nothing now that it's drenched, and your warlord is particularly happy she got it for you at this moment.

She doesn't say too much, chasing you was fun, but seeing your wide eyes and heaving chest, your soft pleas to spare me like honey dripping over her ears...

She's a bit. Heated.

So it's growls in your ears and snarled out commands, pinning your arms to the edge of the bath to fuck you senseless. She's rougher than usual, hands pressing hard enough to leave light bruises and bites all over your skin. You feel a bit like a ragdoll under her touch, tossed into position after position until your full of tears and begging for her to be satisfied, because God fucking damnit–at this rate, she might kill you.

So. In conclusion, that day you find out how very intertwined regular lust...and bloodlust is for your precious warlord :)

#ambessa x reader #ambessa medarda #arcane ambessa #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon #dude ill be honest i dunno if this is even right #i researched. I am a stem major I under the power of research but i was still bamboozled #confuzzled if u will #i have a vague understanding of wat primal kink is and i hope this worked out #but this is wat i mean when im like yall believe in me too much i dunno anything suvsisbdidbdk #im happy ive tricked yall into thinking i do tho lmao #thank u for the ask♥️ #bibi answers

[thatjadedhotmess]

everyone has their bad days.

pairings/characters: kazuha × gn!reader

warnings⚠️: hurt/comfort (?), crying, some suggestive content? [zuzu asks to take a shower together in like a non-sexual way if you get what i mean? TvT]

synopsis: when everything's hurting and the world feels like it's crumbling under your feet, know that kazuha will always be there for you.

wc: 1.2k ++

note: another post for zuzu my beloved <33 I sort of just realised I haven't written for him in super long soo here's something that kinda just kabonked into my mind and I finished writing this on the same day I start hohoho. as always I hope you guys enjoy,, feel free to tell me if i needa add anything and likes and rbs are greatly appreciated <3

It hits you like a train.

You were just out with your friends when you started to feel that way. It took everything in you to maintain that smiley facade, the genuine happiness having been drained out of you hours ago.

You didn't want to bring down the mood, not when everyone was this happy. How could you spoil the mood just because you weren't feeling it?

So you waited. You waited till the outing was over. Waving a cheery goodbye before turning back to go towards the subway station, the opposite direction of where your friends were heading to.

You quickly put on your earbuds, cranking up the music to drown out the surrounding noises. Every sound, every voice. Everything was just too much to handle right now.

The train ride felt like the longest one you've been on. The walk home? Overbearing. Seeing everyone chattering away and the booming music from the clubs that were just starting to open for business just made you feel even worse than before.

And by the time you got home? You were about to break down in tears. You wanted to laze on your bed and sleep till the next day. You wanted to take a scalding hot shower and rid yourself of whatever pain you were feeling. You wanted a piping hot home cooked meal, maybe a steaming bowl of soup or a hot plate full of fried rice.

To your surprise however, you were greeted by kazuha sitting on the couch, the tv currently playing some random show.

You hadn't expected him to be over at your apartment tonight since he said he had an upcoming project and was going to stay cooped up in his own house to finish up the final touches.

"Oh, hey y/n. How was your day... y/n love?"

You think that that was your final straw. Because next thing you knew, you were dragging your feet towards him, your body moving on its own plopping itself down onto the sofa then kazuha before you broke down in his embrace.

He could only describe it as heart retching. the most painful of sobs and whimpers he's heard in a long time. As a matter of fact, kazuha doesn't even think he's heard crying this gut wrenching.

He dared not ask what was going on at that point in time. Just letting you cry on his shoulder, wrapping his sturdy arms around you in a somewhat awkward manner because of the position you guys were in. No words were exchanged as you continued to cry to your heart's content while kazuha stayed silent, acting as pillar of strength, supporting you.

When you were done crying, did kazuha finally ask what was going on.

You told him everything. How your day was going absolutely fine and you having so much fun hanging out with your friends until that one moment. Nothing awful or bad in particular happened in that moment while you were with your friends. They didn't say anything triggering, and yet, you suddenly couldn't talk. Feeling a heavy weight on your chest followed by your stomach and heart dropping.

It just hurts zuzu you complained. You didn't understand what happened but it hurt and you didn't know what to do.

"Would you like some advice, my love?" Kazuha asked softly, like he was afraid to scare you away.

You nodded, making yourself more comfortable in his arms before he started to talk.

"I think you simply just burnt out. you've been studying so much for all your exams up till recently when you finished. And now that all the stress is suddenly gone you're finally feeling the effect of it." Kazuha spoke. His voice soothing you as you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Would you like to take a shower together? We can go to bed straight after." He suggested, to which you nodded.

It's not like you hadn't showered together before. You've both seen each other in your best and worst forms, holding each other tightly as you let the warm water cascade down your bodies. No words were spoken during this time. Not because you two were awkward no no. You guys just didn't need words to communicate, the unspoken words passing through the both of you with ease.

This time was no different. A peaceful silence hung in the air as kazuha lathered your hair with soap before moving on to wash you back, you doing the same for him before you guys stepped out to dry yourselves off.

"Do you want some hot milk? I think it'll help you sleep easier." He asks gently, coming up from behind you after putting on some clothes.

You nod again. Holding onto his hand as you pad to the kitchen with him holding your hand. you take a seat on the chair while he went around the corner, taking milk, honey and two mugs along with him. He mixed them together, popping the mugs into the microwave before handing you the steaming warm mug of heaven.

Again the comfortable silence ensued. The television was turned on and playing some news while the both of you just enjoyed the presence of each other as you guys sipped on the warm milk.

It was nice, getting to spend time with him in a setting where there wasn't any pressure. Knowing that you'd never need to put up a facade in front him. Knowing that you can be yourself whenever you're with him alone. It brought some peace to your mind knowing that you could always rely on him in times like this.

"Thank you zuzu." You said sleepily, moving yourself so that you were perched on his lap, hugging him as you did so.

"There's nothing you need to thank me for love. I'm just doing what a boyfriend should do." He hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your torso and letting them slide to your back, pressing you against his chest.

Comfy. You thought. It felt so warm and fuzzy being held by him. You felt grounded. You felt so much better than before. You felt like whatever you were feeling hours ago never happened. Your mind finally at ease as your body followed suit, slowly but surely drifting off to sleep, cradled by your beloved boyfriend.

Once kazuha was positive you had fallen asleep, he gingerly wrapped your legs around his torso before lifting you up off the sofa. Slowly, he made his way to your bedroom where your bed was, laying you down before he got on and wrapped himself around you.

He kissed your forehead affectionately before murmuring a set of words you didn't catch "I'm so proud of you, love, I love you. More than you'll ever know." Before he kissed your nose, pulling the blanket securely over the both of you before he too, fell asleep, cradling you in his arms as he did so.

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[fanoftheimagines]

Pieces of Himself

Pieces of Himself

Day 1 of Jaskier Whump Week 2023

Pairing: Jaskier/Reader

Prompts: Sacrifice

Reader Gender: Gender Neutral

CW: Hurt/Comfort, Geralt being cruel to Jaskier, Jaskier’s a people-pleaser, crying, pre-relationship (can be read as platonic, but I didn’t write it with that in mind)

Word Count: 421

Summary: Geralt gets tired of Jaskier’s ramblings after a long day and snaps at him.

A/N: I’m not entirely happy with this one, but I’ll probably rewrite it later. I know the GIF isn’t Jaskier, but it works well so I don’t care.

Tags: @jaskierwhumpweek​ @zana999​

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If there was one thing you knew about Jaskier, it was that he tends to talk when he’s nervous. Or just in general, really, but especially when he’s nervous. Oftentimes he’ll accidentally put his foot in his mouth. Over the years, what had been annoying and distracting had become endearing and comforting.

The stress of today’s hunt still hung over everyone. It had gone surprisingly well all things considering and you got out with just some scrapes and bruises. Now, you were lying on your bedroll next to the low fire, enjoying the sound of Jaskier’s rambling. Geralt was sharpening his sword across from you. You could just hear him grumbling over Jaskier. Overall, it was a nice break after such a stressful day.

“Damn it, Jaskier!” Geralt suddenly shouted. The burst of noise made you bolt up with wide eyes and a racing heart. “Must you always hear the sound of your own voice?”

The boom of his anger left a piercing silence. Jaskier’s face fell and his eyes cast downward. You could almost feel him deflate. The sight made your heart ache. Your lovely buttercup wilted with the weight of getting yelled at by someone he cares about.

Jaskier always sacrifices pieces of himself to make others happy. Especially Geralt. The fear of loneliness seemed to outweigh the pain of being cut down. He has every reason to be confident in himself, being the well-known bard he was. And he didn’t deserve to be treated so poorly by so-called friends.

Jaskier stormed off into the woods, tears gathering and threatening to spill over. You stand up, grabbed your sword, and followed him with no forethought. As you passed Geralt, you mumbled under your breath – knowing he could hear you perfectly – “Asshole.”

You found Jaskier sitting against a tree furiously wiping rogue tears. His shoulders were slightly hunched and he was mumbling to himself.

“He shouldn’t talk to you like that.” You interrupted his notably insulting verbal stream of consciousness.

He was quiet for a moment as he sniffed and wiped away the last of the tears. “He’s right, though.” His voice was quieter than it had been, downtrodden and hurt.

“He isn’t.” You gently cupped his face and stroked his cheek with your thumb. “You don’t deserve such harsh words. The sound of your voice brings me comfort after a long day. I relish in hearing your every word.”

He leaned into your touch and relaxed his shoulders. “Thank you. You always know how to make me feel better.”

#jaskier imagine #jaskier x reader #the witcher imagine #the witcher x reader #jaskier whump week 2023 #gn!reader #romantic!reader #gnxm #my fanfic

[ambrossart]

Paper Men Writing Update + Patrick Teaser

Hi!

As most of you know, I'm REALLY STRUGGLING with this next chapter. I actually had a good, long cry about it the other day. And it's not because I feel pressure to get it done (you all are the most patient, awesome people and I know you're willing to wait). I just get really frustrated when I lose my confidence and my voice, and I feel like that's what's happening now. I'm second-guessing everything and it's showing in my writing.

I know this is only temporary. I know I'll figure everything out eventually. I just needed to vent for a second.

Anyway, 29 is not done yet (sorry). I honestly don't know when I'll be completely happy with it, but in the meantime...

Here's a teeny tiny Patrick teaser. If you haven't read the first preview, I highly suggest you do; otherwise, you might be confused.

How did I get here? Evelyn wondered. How did I go from sitting beneath the stars with Victor Criss, from watching him point out all his favorite constellations and trying to commit them all to memory, from gazing into his eyes, seeing the reflections of so many stars, and thinking, This is it. These are the only eyes I’ll ever wanna get lost in… How did I go from that, from such simple, unwavering certainty, to 

this?

Evelyn was sitting on the floor of the science lab now, curled up and cowering in the shadow of the assigned lab table that she shared with Mallory Stone. (We have a reading assignment due tomorrow, don’t we? Yeah, I think so…) Foggy as her memory was, Evelyn could hardly recall how she had arrived there. She remembered, vaguely, wanting to go to the restroom. Wanting to wash and scrub all the makeup off her face. Wanting to claw the curls out of her hair and smooth it out just as it was before. She remembered wanting this so badly that her feet started moving by themselves, slowly, wobbly, as if she was sleepwalking or lost in some drug-induced stupor. Evelyn only made a few steps before she heard… something. A soft, feminine clicking sound. Heels, yes, that’s what it was. Mrs. Lafferty’s heels. She was finally returning from her smoke break and mumbling about having to wait around for a tow truck. Someone had taken the air out of her tires (Henry Bowers, she falsely suspected), but Evelyn wouldn’t learn this until three days later, when Mrs. Lafferty stopped her in the hallway and asked if she was okay.

“You left so suddenly the other day, I thought there was some sort of emergency.”

“Oh, no,” Evelyn said stiffly, too stiffly. She had to remind herself to smile. “No, I just had to get home, that’s all.”

She couldn’t bear to let Mrs. Lafferty see her like that, to let anybody see her like that. When Evelyn heard those footsteps coming down the hallway, she sprang into a blind panic. She started twisting and pulling, twisting and pulling on doorknobs, praying that one of them, please God one of them, would show her some mercy and open. Out of the six doors she tried only one was unlocked. One. Desperate as she was, Evelyn never bothered to question why. She slipped inside the darkened lab, comforted by its silence and emptiness (or so she thought then), and found safety within its sturdy, familiar walls. 

Evelyn licked her lip again. Her blood tasted salty, metallic, and slightly sweet. 

I never should’ve gone to the library that day. If I hadn’t then maybe I wouldn’t be here right now. Maybe I’d be off studying somewhere with Jake, and blushing when he pulled his chair closer to mine. Maybe he’d ask me out. Maybe I’d say yes. Then we’d be dating and I’d become the First Lady of the Student Council. (That does have a nice ring to it…) We’d date all through college, probably get married after I graduate, then we’d have some kids, get a dog, and—boom!—there’s your Christmas card, Hannah. I’d have a lovely, perfect life.

Why didn’t that sound more appealing to her?

Because I’m stupid, she thought. Because I just had to go to the library that day. 

She went there to type up her summer essay, and when she came out—

It didn’t mean anything, Evelyn.

No, it didn’t. She saw that now. 

It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t special. Henry didn’t kiss me because he liked me. He kissed me because he could. Because he felt like it. Because my feelings don’t matter to him. They never have. 

Evelyn felt her eyes begin to water, but she did not cry. She would not cry, not over him. 

You need to stop, she told herself. You need to stop pushing. You need to stop forcing. You need to stop chasing after people who don’t want you. It always ended the same: with her feeling hurt, angry, embarrassed, disappointed, and so very tired.

Evelyn leaned back and felt a gentle warmth kiss the side of her face. At last, the sun was finally setting on this horrible day. It dipped beneath the half-pulled blinds, poured into the room, and painted the floor a burnt, bitter orange. The color reminded her, strangely, of fire.   

I’m done, she thought, and this decision didn’t come easily. Evelyn had to reach deep inside her heart, breaking through layers of thick bone and protective tissue, in order to find this tiny… seedling. Yeah, that seemed like the best comparison. A tiny seedling like the one she had in Mr. Wallander’s eighth-grade agriculture class. (Henry let me copy…) Evelyn’s seedling was supposed to grow and blossom into this beautiful, colorful flower, but it never did. It just shriveled up and died. And Evelyn didn’t know if it was her fault, if she had watered it too little, or too much, or if it was just a bad seed right out of the package. It didn’t matter anymore. It was dead. Now Evelyn had to dig out, rip it out from the ground, and throw it into the—

Mr. Beecroft’s chair groaned against the floor. Someone else was in the room.   

Evelyn stifled a gasp with her hands and ducked down, dropping her head into her shoulders. Her brown eyes bulged with fright. The door was unlocked. Oh my god, the door was unlocked!

Footsteps emerged from behind the teacher’s desk. Closer. Closer. These weren’t the quick, delicate steps that Evelyn had heard in the hallway. These were heavier and unhurried. They crept forward with a slow draaaag and clump, draaaag and clump. 

Closer. 

Clump. 

Closer. 

Clump.

The footsteps stopped behind her, on the other side of the table, and now the temperature felt like it had dropped ten degrees. Evelyn’s bones froze with her next breath. She stayed quiet, listening, and heard the slow pull and push of respiration. But it wasn’t her own she heard. No, this was coming from over her right shoulder. Evelyn turned her head towards it, lifted her chin, and saw

(the Cheshire Cat)

the slow-blinking, heavy-lidded eyes of Patrick Hockstetter. 

His face broke into a soft, sleepy grin. “Hey,” he said, “it is you… I thought I was still dreaming for a second.” 

Dreaming? Evelyn thought. What do you dream about, Patrick?

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[just-an-emily-existing]

~DOTD Angst Story~

“Very good Percy, it’s about time you stood up for yourself.” D10 said soothingly to Percy, who was still furious at Thomas. With his blood all over his clothes, he grabbed a hose and never said a word to D10, but only looked off Into the distance with a grim and determined look on his face. D10 found this amusing.

“Giving me the silent treatment eh?” He teased, but Percy never said a word, he only hosed Thomas’ blood off his clothes and guns. He didn’t even bat an eye. Suddenly, Diesel came rolling in with new and stolen supplies.

“Here’s the stuff you asked for Percy, and- hey! Don’t expect me to do your makeup again haha!” Diesel said as he rolled the supplies in the Dieselworks. D10 was surprised.

“H-Hey! What stuff! What are you planning boy!” D10 growled as he stormed over to Percy. He quickly pulled up his guns.

“While I was out, I told Diesel to get some shit from the Steamworks , this’ll help us show them that we mean business…” Percy said, looking D10 dead in the eyes with a cold expression. D10 was a bit scared by this so he didn’t answer.

“With taking over the Steamworks!?! Remember how I said I wanted revenge on that water spraying bitch!?!” Percy said, cocking his gun. D10 jumped back.

“Y-Yeah! I-I remember that! D-Don’t worry little Percy, we’ll get revenge!” D10 said, backing into the Dieselworks.

“Tch, about damn time, now go help Diesel unload the supplies, after I hose down I’m getting to work, you two can do whatever, I don’t give a fuck.” Percy said. D10 looked back at Percy. Percy was once happy and full of energy, and now, all he saw was a husk of an engine, he was nothing more than a killing machine, ready to attack at any given moment. This was what everyone in the Dieselworks would quickly become terrified of… even D10.

“So, what’s going on with Percy Gun-Hands? Did his little fight with Thomas really fuck him up this bad?” Diesel asked D10, he was honestly getting a little worried about Percy.

“Yep, Percy shot him clean in the cheek, I’m sure that scar won’t go away any time soon. *he looks back at Percy* It’s amazing what a few lies can do to someone.” D10 said proudly. Diesel laughed.

“Yep, he’s an open and empty book, ready for us to write all over.” Suddenly they heard Den and Dart rolling in with even more supplies!

“Put them over there, where no one can see them except us, got it?!” Percy boomed to them. Den and Dart quickly complied and moved them to where Percy said. Percy then came in the Dieselworks and began his work.

“Hey, what’cha making?” Diesel asked. Percy didn’t answer but only gave him an evil smile.

“You‘ll see.”

“How?” Edward asked to himself. He had never seen Thomas and Percy fight like this, sure they had their squabbles every now and then, but nothing like this! Percy would never hurt Thomas let alone shoot him! Edward found himself shaking. For once, he didn’t know what to do. Henry noticed this and came over next to him and hugged him. Edward began to hyperventilate.

“It’s alright Edward, we’ll be able to find a solution.” Henry said, trying to convince himself and Edward. But Edward wasn’t convinced at all.

“But look at what’s happening! With Thomas showing Belle around jealousy is getting the better of Percy, not only that but they’re having a huge fallout, Percy has gone missing and now Thomas is unconscious again!” Edward said, crying. They both sat there for what felt like an eternity, with many nurses checking in on all three of the engines. After a few hours, it was time for Edward and Henry to go back to the sheds, and neither wanted to leave but they had to. As the engines were slowing backing into their sheds, the other engine were babbling with questions.

“Is Thomas ok?” James

“Where’s Percy?” Toby

“Eddie, why are you crying?” Gordon

“Did Thomas say anything?” Emily

“Guys!” Henry called, “Eddie’s not feeling too good, it’d be best to keep quiet.” Henry looked over at Edward who was cringing at all the noise but soon unclenched his face and took deep shaky breaths. James soon came over to Edward and climbed on his footplate as his human self and began to hum “You Are My Sunshine” quietly while wiping his tears. Edward soon calmed down after this. He then looked over at Henry.

“What happened?” Henry only looked at James with a grim look.

“I’ll tell you.” And as Henry explained what happened, the others looked at him with shock and horror, they had never thought Percy would do such a thing, and to his love of all people! The others had no idea what to do.

“All he said was, don’t worry, I’ll get him back, and then he fell asleep again.” Henry finished, looking at his buffers. A horrifying silence fell over the engines. Gordon chose to speak up.

“W-well, whatever happened, I… I don’t know…”

“You want things to go back to normal, don’t you Gordon?” Emily chimed in. Gordon agreed.

“We can only hope…” She responded, as the engines tried their best to sleep for the night.

A few days had passed since Thomas and Percy’s fallout, and Thomas had finally come back with a new scar on his cheek, a scar that would forever remind him of that day… But that was the least of his concerns, all he wanted was his boyfriend back, and he was more than determined to do so. But he just didn’t know how. Of course, with all the other engines asking what happened, it made it hard for Thomas to find any alone time. He decided it’d be best to spy on him from afar, making sure they never saw him. So one night, Thomas snuck out of his shed to go spy on Percy, hoping he’d still be awake. As he got closer to the Dieselworks, he turned into his human self so he could be more quiet. He got just close enough to hear him, and someone else…

“So, how are we gonna do this boss?” D10 asked. Percy snickered.

“We’ll do it like this. I know Thomas is back, which is perfectly fine, I don’t see him as a threat, but this Wednesday, the Steamworks will be closed for upgrades and then, you, me, and all the other diesels will charge the Steamworks and claim it as our own! We can finally get everyone’s attention and I- I mean! We, will finally be recognised and this dump with get a new makeover! It’s perfect!” Percy said proudly. Thomas was shocked! *Percy, taking over the Steamworks, with D10!? What the hell did he do to my boyfriend!*, Thomas asked himself. He was about to leave when he heard someone coming his way! He crouched down but saw it was only Mavis and Salty. He sighed in relief.

“Hey guys we’re back- Percy? What’re you doing here, and what’s with the new look?” Mavis asked, confused.

“Aye, you look like a sea goblin!” Salty added. Mavis sighed.

“Salty, there’s no such thing as sea goblins…” Salty didn’t mind this. Percy groaned.

“What do you want?!” He snapped. Mavis and Salty stopped talking immediately.

“Damn dude, no need to get all snappy!” Mavis said, getting defensive.

“I’ll snap your funnel off if you don’t tell what you’re here for!!” Percy shouted. Salty and Mavis gasped, they’d never seen Percy like this.

“Hey, we just wanted to come here to sleep! Leave us alone, jeez!” Mavis said, backing into her shed as Salty did the same. Percy scoffed at them. He then whispered something to D10 but neither Mavis, Salty, or Thomas knew what. Thomas decided that it was best to leave and tell the others Percy’s plan. He did his best to move quietly, but accidentally stepped on a huge branch! Percy immediately heard this.

“HEY!!! WHO’S THERE!!! COME OUT NOW OR I’LL SHOOT YOU!!!” Percy screamed. Thomas ran as fast as he could with Percy trying to shoot at him again! Thomas soon got away, but Percy was left furious.

“It was probably just an animal boss!” D10 said, pulling Percy back. Percy grunted as he shoved D10 away and went to his shed, which was once D10’s shed. D10 sighed as he went to his smaller and much smellier shed to sleep.

“So you’re telling me that Percy, with the help of all the other diesels, are going to storm the Steamworks!?” Gordon asked, making sure he got the story right. Thomas nodded frantically.

“That’s exactly what he’s gonna do! He also said it’ll get everyone’s attention and he’d- well, he quickly corrected himself and said we’d be recognised. But I don’t know what all of this is for! Is he trying to get revenge on me!?” Thomas asked, while on the verge of tears. Gordon saw this and hugged him.

“I’m not sure why he’s doing this either, but we will put an end to this disgraceful behaviour!” Gordon said, feeling sad for Thomas. Thomas was now silently crying in Gordon’s arms, clutching onto his coat for leverage. They stayed like this for a few more minutes, Gordon waiting patiently for Thomas to stop crying. Once Thomas finally got a hold of himself, he went off to tell the others what he heard. Gordon watched as Thomas slowly chuffed away, Gordon never recalled seeing Thomas cry until now, and he was just as scared as Thomas, *what was Percy planning, and what was it all for?*

“They have no idea what’s coming!” Percy announced to the other Diesels. He was standing on top of D10 as his human self, and holding his Air staff high above his head. His staff had turned from a beautiful and majestic oak staff, to a dark and scary dark oak staff, and the gem containing his Air magic didn’t have puffy clouds and a beautiful blue sky, but instead, a horrible thunderstorm with small lightning strikes coming out. The others had now crowned Percy as their new leader, and fought D10 fiercely for the new position which he won with ease. Percy was showing no mercy to his servants and was definitely not going to show any to his former friends. Percy got down from D10 and was ready to take them to the Steamworks. He returned to his engine self, rolled out of the Dieselworks, and blew his whistle long and hard, to make sure the whole island could hear him.

“Come on you little runts! Show some pride for yourself!” Percy shouted to the other diesels as they also blew their horns with Percy, and together they charged to the Steamworks, derailing everyone who was in their way and stopping for no signals. They soon arrived and they charged in. Percy watched as his friends took what was rightfully theirs, finally Percy had everything right where he wanted it…

until it happened.

D10 suddenly snatched Percy’s staff right out of his hands and broke it into a million pieces! The magic flew out of the gem and manifested in the sky, a huge thunderstorm clouded Sodor.

“NO!!! YOU FUCKING IDIOT WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?!?” Percy screamed at the top of his lungs. D10 just laughed.

“Did you really think that we’d let YOU be our new leader!? HELL NO!!! HAHAHA YOU IDIOT!!! THIS WAS ALL JUST A GAME!!! WE KNEW YOU WANTED POWER, AND I’VE WORKED TOO DAMN HARD FOR MINE!!! DID YOU HONESTLY THINK I’D JUST LET YOU TAKE IT LIKE THAT!? No…The Steamworks is OUR’S now… So you can run back to your stupid little boyfriend and WE will have our fun here!” D10 said, striking the fear of God Himself in Percy. Percy now understood just what he’d done. He abandoned his friends, shot Thomas, and now he had just given up the Steamworks to the worst Diesel of all, an engine he now realized only wanted to use him to his advantage, D10 had tricked Percy into thinking he made the right decision to stay with the Diesels, to shoot Thomas, to try and take over the Steamworks, everything Percy worked for, gone, wasted, useless, *just like me* he thought. He stood there and watched as the Diesel trashed the Steamworks. Percy then looked at his guns and thought a horrible thought… *No, I can’t do it, I have to fix this first* he thought, as he walked away into the thunderstorm to find his friends.

As Percy walked into the thunderstorm he looked up and let the hard droplets fall on his face, washing away his makeup. He took out his earrings and threw them on the ground, he did his best to go back to what he used to be, but it wasn’t working, so before he went to anyone, he went back to the sheds to change into his normal clothes, he cut his hair to the best of his ability, and dyed it back to his original bright green. He burned his old clothes and threw his guns into an old shed behind Tidmouth, he made sure to remember where they were. He took a deep breath and went to go find Thomas, hoping he would forgive him.

“Thomas?”

Thomas jumped and whipped around to see Percy back to his normal self, Thomas looked scared and started to move away, Percy expected this.

“Thomas it’s ok, I don’t have my guns and I’m not here to hurt you, I need-”

“You need what?! You need me to stand still so you can get a clean shot at me! Look at what you did to me! Why should I ever believe you!?” Thomas shouted. Percy didn’t budge, he knew Thomas had the right to be scared and angry.

“Look, I know what I did was horrible, but please, look! I’m back to normal, and I need your help! The Diesels took over the Steamworks and-”

“I know…” Thomas said. Percy was shocked.

“So you were the one spying on me?! Oh no, h-how much did you hear?”

“I heard you and D10 talking about your plan to take over the Steamworks, and you threatening Mavis. But now they turned on you, didn’t they?” Percy nodded. Thomas sighed. He then walked over to Percy and hugged him.

“I’m not forgiving you for this any time soon, but I’m glad you're back to normal.” Thomas said, beginning to cry. Percy started to cry too, he had missed Thomas so much and he didn’t even realise it. They stayed like this for what seemed like hours.

“I’m so sorry for what I did… I had no right to put you through this, I let my stupid jealousy get the better of me and Diesel and D10 took advantage of me! I wish to Lady Herself I never shot you… I don’t want you to forgive me, I just want you to know I’m sorry.” Percy said, clutching onto Thomas as he did the same to Percy. Thomas then looked at Percy and kissed him. Percy quickly gave in and held Thomas tightly. When they broke away, they looked at each other in silence.

“You ready to get the Steamworks back? Only Lady knows what they’ve done to it by now.” Thomas asked, trying to lighten the mood. Percy chuckled and nodded. They then went to go find the others. As they went around Sodor, gathering the rest of the Steam Team and even the Little Western, Percy stayed close behind Thomas, and as they raced to the Steamworks, Percy could feel all the other’s eyes staring him down, judging him, and he didn’t care, he knew he deserved it, he knew they’d all hate him, but right now, all he wanted to do was to save the Steamworks from what he had done.

As the engines approached the Steamworks, they saw it was completely destroyed! But the Diesels were still having their fun, their laughing and shouting could be heard from miles away. Percy and Thomas went in front. D10 quickly saw them.

“Oh hello little Percy! What brings you-”

“I’m not your little Percy anymore D10…” Percy said firmly. He didn’t even look at him. D10 chuckled.

“What? Can’t face what you did? Admit it, you want to come back to us, you want to-”

“You don’t know what I want!” Percy shouted at him, now looking him dead in the eyes with the same determination he had when they took over the Steamworks. Now Percy was taking it from him. D10 was caught off guard.

“That’s right, we’ve come here to take back what’s ours, and to stop you!” Thomas said. Percy gave Thomas a smile as they rolled forward to D10. D10 then turned into his human form and Pinchy let out a loud snap.

“Then let’s fight for it… Diesels vs Steamies! What do you say ol’ chap?” The engines weren’t afraid anymore, and knew that they outnumbered the Diesels. Percy shook his hand and they all lined up with their weapons. Percy let out a long whistle but a powerful voice boomed over the Steamworks. It was the Fat Controller!

“D10!! What do you think you’re doing?!” He shouted firmly. D10 went red in the face and started blubbering like a baby.

“Well, it was all Percy’s idea!! He wanted to do this to get attention! So don’t blame me! Blame the little green caterpillar!” D10 shouted, giving Percy an evil smirk. Percy was on the verge of tears. The Fat Controller looked at him.

“I heard from Thomas that this was his idea, and shall be dealt with soon, but for you to try and attack my engines and destroy the Steamworks is unacceptable! You all will leave this instant!”

“Not until the Dieselworks is fixed!” D10 shouted. The Fat Controller looked at him.

“The Dieselworks is in shambles! It’s hardly an use to us! It’s dingy, dirty, smelly, and everything is broken or on the verge of breaking! You’ve left us in the dark for too long old man! Give us the light of day like you do with your precious Steamies!” D10 said, giving the Steamies a dirty look. The Fat Controller sighed.

“D10, I’m a very busy man, and I’ve no time for these ridiculous antics! If this is what you’ve wanted, then why didn’t you tell me?” D10 looked shocked.

“We have told you!! Many times, but you never listen to us, you just ignore us like we’re not even real!!” The Fat Controller paused. He had been ignoring them, but he does care for them. He sighed.

“Alright, the Dieselworks shall be repaired, so long as you never plan these heinous schemes again! And that goes for you too Percy…” He said sternly. D10 and Percy agreed.

Over the next few weeks, the Steamies and Diesels worked hard together to repair the Dieselworks. It was a tough, long and tedious process, but with all of them working together, they finally managed to get the job done! The new Dieselworks was better than ever and the Diesels loved their new home. The Steamies were proud of themselves too. With all their hard worked, it definitely showed in the new Dieselworks. The Diesels thanked the Steamies as they set off for home. Percy looked over to Thomas who was crying tears of joy. It was all over he thought, I finally have my boyfriend back and everything can go back to normal! Thomas hadn’t realized he’d been crying. Percy chuckled which brought Thomas out of thoughts.

“Hey Thomas, I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused these past few weeks… I wish I never had left you and I’m sorry for letting my jealousy get the better of me. I never should’ve listened to D10 of all people, and… and most of all… I’m so so so sorry for shooting you… I wish I could take that back…” Percy said dreadfully. Thomas smiled.

“Thank you Percy, I really do appreciate it.” He said, looking over at his boyfriend with a gentle smile as Percy did the same.

“Thomas, when I’m with you, I feel most special of all.” Thomas blushed and chuckled.

“That’s strange Percy, cuz I feel the same way with you.” Percy laughed and started to cry too. They then raced home and relaxed but not until The Fat Controller came over to have a few stern words with Percy.

Percy now knows better than to let his jealousy get the better of him, and to never listen to D10 ever again.

#IT'S FINALLY DONE #IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! #SCHOOL'S BEEN A BITCH DX #ttte #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #ttte humanized #ttte human au #ttte au #Ttte Percy #Ttte Thomas #DOTD #DOTD Story #Ttte Gordon #Ttte Edward #Ttte Toby #Ttte Emily #Ttte James #Ttte D10 #Ttte Diesel #Ttte Henry #Ttte Mavis #Ttte Salty #Ttte Den #Ttte Dart #ttte sir topham hatt #Ttte Lore #My Post

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Chapter 27

Anthony Ramos pov: i set alarm to get up early and set up stuff for our anniversary I set Ballons and decorations and stuff when I was finished I hummed while cooking our breakfast she walked out our room "morning beautiful" "BABE WHAT IS ALL THIS" she runs Into my arms "happy anniversary" "well this makes my gift irrelevant" "don't say that" "it's true" "let me finish our breakfast then we'll talk" I get back to cooking "BABE WHERES EMMY" "my dads house" "ok make sure to tell me in the future" "ok sorry" "it's good" we sat down and ate our food I showed her what I did around the house and my gifts "you proposed to me with what the heck I gotta do" "sure did" "well I'm singing helpless" "Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (hey, hey, hey)

I do, I do, I do, I do (hey, hey, hey)

Hey (hey, hey)

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (hey, hey, hey)

I do, I do, I do, I do (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Boy, you got me helpless

Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit

I'm helpless

Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em

I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight

We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night

Laughin' at my das as he's dazzling the room

Then you walked in, and my heart went "boom"

Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the room

Everybody' talking and the band's top volume

Grind to the rhythm as we whine and talk about crimes

Grab my friends and whisper, "Yo, this one's mine"

My dad made his way across the room to you (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

And I got nervous, thinking, "What's she gonna do" (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

he grabs you by the arm, I'm thinking "I'm through" (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

Then you look back at me, and suddenly I'm helpless

Oh, look at those eyes, oh (look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit)

I'm helpless, I know (down for the count and I'm drowning in 'em)

I am so into you

(Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit) I am so into you, I'm helpless

(I know) I'm down for the count, and I'm drowning in 'em

Where are you taking me?

I'm about to change your life

Then by all means, lead the way

Y/n Terrell , it's a pleasure to meet you

Terrell? My friend

Thank you for all your service

If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it

I'll leave you to it

One week later, I'm writin' a letter nightly

Now my life gets better every letter that you write me

Laughin' at my friends 'cause she wants to form a harem

I'm just sayin', if you really loved me, you would share him (ha!)

Two weeks later, in the living room stressin'

My father's stone-faced while you ask him for his blessin'

I'm dying inside as you wine and dine

And I'm tryin' not to cry, 'cause there's nothing that your mind can't do (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

My father makes his way across the room to you (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

I panic for a second, thinking we're through (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

But then he shakes your hand and says, "Be true" (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

And you turn back to me smiling

I'm helpless (I'm)

(Look into your eyes, and the skys the limit)

I'm helpless (helpless)

(Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em) (Whoo! Helpless) that boy is mine, that boy is mine

Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit

I'm helpless (helpless, whoo!)

Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em (yuh)

Y/n, I don't have a dollar to my name

An acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame

All I have is my honor, a tolerance for pain

A couple of college credits and my top-notch brain

Insane, your family brings out a different side of me

Peggy confides in me

Angelica tried to take a bite of me

No stress, my love for you was never in doubt

We'll get a little place in Harlem and we'll figure it out

I've been livin' without a family since I was a child

My father left, my mother died, I grew up buckwild

But I'll never forget my mother's face, that was real

As long as I'm alive, y/n, swear to god you'll never feel so

I do, I do, I do, I do

Y/n, I do, I do, I do, I do (helpless)

I never felt so (helpless)

Yeah, yeah

Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em (I'm down for a count and I'm...)

Yo, my live is gon' be fine 'cause y/n's in it (helpless)

I look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit, I'm (helpless)

Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em

In New York, you can be a new man

In New York, you can be a new man

In New York, you can be a new man (helpless)" "that put my gifts too shame" "liar~"

#hamilton fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanf #fanfics #fanfic authors #fanfic writers #fanfiction writer #fanfic writing #fanfic #fanfiction #musical theater #musical theatre #anthony ramos #theater #theatre #21 chump street #broadway #hamilton musical #lin manuel miranda

[afuckinglittlesunflower]

jump start my heart

This is pretty much something I came up with on a whim. It's an AU about the Wanderer and Y/N who met again after Scaramouch's existance got ereased by Irminsul. The song "Hero" - by Alan Walker and Sasha Alex Solan inspired me to write this. Enjoy!

It was as if all the waves of unknown emotions came crashing down on you once more. The heavy and uneasy feeling that has been weighting you down lifted itself as you starred at the back of a... stranger. At least that is what your memory made you to believe. The cloudy day on which you were suposed to intoduce your newly found friend- Collei- to Dehya, your best friend, was left in the dust as soon as you spotted a little silhouette of a man in the middle of the grand balza. The mumbled sound of Collei's voice was drowned out by your overwhelming desire to capture this man and bask in his presence. It felt as if you already knew what he would sound like, what his touch would feel like and what his eyes portrayed. Yet, before your thoughts could catch up with what your heart kept telling you, a soft touch on your shoulder made you flinch. "Is everything alright? You seem really out of it." Dehya's booming voice suddenly sounded all but comforting like it usually did. You did not know why but your heart craved to hear a calm sound filled with more emotion than any you had ever heard. While your hands were shaking from the force of your own heartbeat drumming heavily in your ears, your head moved to look for a certain someone again- your eyes frantically searching for the person that got you into this mess to begin with. Your typical chirpy voice sounded anything but steady as you tried to assure your friends you were fine. The pitying look they gave you made it fairly obvious that neither believed you. Nevertheless, they decided against pushing you. A sigh escaped the green haired girl's lips. Your eyes widdened as you realised that whoever it was that made you crave... something was not there anymore. Tears prickled in your eyes and before you knew it a waterfall broke. Heavy sobs excaped your lips as you desperatly tried to mumble them with your hand. Big, ugly tears ruined the happy face you were wearing just minutes ago. Without another word Dehya took your unoccupied hand and took you with her. You could barely hear Collei's footsteps behind you as your sobs wrecked your body.

Even once you reached the little house you were calling your own- which always felt too empty and too big- tears were still flowing down your cheeks. Dehya sat you down on the king sized bed. It had always felt too much for you. Who would need such a bed while living alone? Without knowing why your chest started to tighten. It was a suffocating feeling. "Do you want to tell us what's wrong?" Although the Firemane's voice was much more calm than what was typical, it did nothing but frustrate you more. You loved your friends, you truly did, so why could you not find comfort in their gentle embrace? Why did Collei's arms around your shaking frame feel like it was simply not tight enough? Why did you desire Dehya's nose to be scrunched up? Why did you want them to face the other way while gently patting your head and hugging you? "Stop crying. It makes you look ugly." Your head seemed to be playing tricks on you. While snot and tears covered your hands and cheeks you could not stop yourself from cuckling slightly. Who would want to hear something as hurtful when crying? It all seemed surreal. Your tears slowly started to lessen and your sobs quieted down. You started at your friends. Your heart seemed to play out an entire scenario. You wished for a face you did not know. Desired an embrace you have never felt. Longed for a voice you have never heard. With all the strength you could muster you told your friends about your all too confusing feelings. "I- I don't know what- or why it happened. It all started so suddenly. I saw someone and then- I feel like something or someone ripped my heart out of my chest and took it with them." All you recieved were yet again pitying looks. Puffing out your cheeks and furrowing your eyebrows your gaze fixated on the window to your right. Outside was your garden and a few birds flew around. "Did you maybe inhale some of the essance in Master Tighnari's room?" Almost like a menace Collei pulled you towards her. "As if", you scoffed, "you know exactly I don't go in there alone. I don't have a deathwish."

The sunset has never looked so lonely before. You were in your garden on a little swing you put there long ago. Time seemed to pass slowly. Dehya and Collei had already left before dinner. Not like you would have eaten with them anyway. Your heart felt heavy and your eyes were puffy and red from all the crying. Now all that was left was pure emptiness as you sat there all alone. The space next to you unoccupied as usually, yet it felt wrong. Everything felt too much- too big- too... lonely. A sigh fell from your lips. You would cry if you could but it seemed all the tears had left you. Knees close to your chest and head resting on your palms you could do nothing but stare as the sun bathed the entire sky in colours of red, orange and purple. At least that was what you thought. You blinked once, then twice, then a third time. Slowly you rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand. Was your heart and the sun playing tricks on you? A figure seemed to appear on the far away horizon. Before you knew it you were already on your feet starring straight ahead. It felt as though you've been here before. In front of your little swing and in front of your porch. The figure seemed to become bigger. Were they walking towards your house? Although you should be more than concered, as you lived at the outskirt of Sumeru City where not many poeple come by, your heart could not help but start racing. Without realising it, you raised your hand and waved to the unkknown person. At this point you were sure of it- you knew this person. Waving at them all while smiling like a lovestruck fool- it's in your muscle memory and you were pretty sure about that. The shilouette came to a halt. Unmoving, the shades of red seemed to paint them like a masterpiece. A true magnum opus. Your feet carried you to them. Slowly at first, then you picked up the pace. Unable to stop yourself you broke out in a run. Stumbling around as you almost fell, you managed to reach them at last. For a moment you couldn't help but wonder if he would catch you if you fell. You came to a stop in front of him- as you could clearly see now. "I recognise you!", you said as you gave him the most gentle smile you swore you ever wore. "There- There's something in your eyes", was the last thing you said before truly taking him in. A hat that almost seemed to big adored his head. His clothes were tinted in shades of green, blue, white and black. It looked uttmost comfortable. His arms were crossed over his chest as his eyes locked with your very own. His face seemed emotionless, yet you somehow knew that it was all but that. The way his shoulders relaxed just the slightest bit, the tiniest twitch of his lips and the dim sparkle in his eyes explained more than enough to you. "Is that so?" As you had expected, his voice seemed to be from another world entirely. It sounded calm and monotone yet it was laced with more emotion than you could ever muster. It almost felt as if he caught your breath with a tilt of his head and only allowed you to take it back when he desired. And unsurprisingly, you felt content with it. Your entire being had longed for this man without knowing him. You did not know him, yet, he felt more familiar than your cold and lonely home. You moved one step closer all while knowing he won't back away. As you thought, the man stayed still and was now mere inches away from you. Should you take one more tiny step you would undeniably be connected. "I won't let you go this time", you annouced with more confidence than you had ever felt before. The smirk which appeared on his face seemed to dizzy your pretty little head. He truly was gorgeous. Without much thought you leaped into his arms and burried your head in his chest. Almost too hastily he wrapped his arms around your shaking frame. With sparkling eyes you asked him. "Say, can you jump start my heart?"

#scaramouche #wanderer #x reader #drabble #fluff #happy ending #meant to be #genshin

[justasimplesinner]

Trigger Warning Self Harm

Could I get a snippet of The Big Bois and Venom reaction to the following? After a lovely date, whatever that would entail for the character, their S/O begins to cry. The guys, heavily concerned, ask about it. The S/O grins sheepishly and says slowly, " You know that scar ( or those scars) I have ( a body part). Well it's been a year, a year. Since I've last done something to hurt myself like that Due largely to you just, being supportive."

I understand if this is too dark, if so I completely understand not writing this, I'm just asking this bc I have a few scars from my own relapses n I like to think about some big strong dude loving me regardless them n helping me love myself. Sry this is super self indulgent and embarrassed which is why I'm on anon okay bye thank you so much

ok hun i know im fucking late to the party, and personally i do not have such experiences as you did (im sorry you had to go through shit like this) so this might really not be what you wanted, but if i can in any way make you feel better with my horrendous writing, i will also, im fucking sorry, but imma go with just bane k? im trying to get back to writing and shit aint easy, so im hoping to take it one step at a time TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTIONS OF SCARS AND SELF-HARM

Bane with a s/o that used to self-harm:

you two didn't go on dates that often. i mean yeah, he did spoil you, that he did, but he's more the type to do little things for you instead of taking you out on fancy dinners. what i mean is carrying you to bed and covering you with a blanket whenever you fall asleep in a place you definitely shouldn't sleep in, leaving your favourite snacks in places where you'll easily find them etc. however, whatever his darling wants, his darling gets, and if that's a dinner date at a nice restaurant, then so be it

it was also a nice way to celebrate your first anniversary, so he really had no way to refuse

he may not have taken you to the fanciest place out there, and yet you felt like royalty. it was a nice corner mexican joint, he knew the owners and they were one of the only people that served him without question, and he always offered them his protection. they set your table nicely, even pulled out fancy champagne flutes (yeah, there were plastic, but so what), put decorations on your table - to put it shortly, they did their best and also made the place feel very homey and comfortable

the evening was great. nice food, cheap but good alcohol, cozy atmosphere, conversations that stretched on for hours filled with laughter. that was exactly why you loved him. for his respect for you, for his care, for his protectiveness, for his dad-jokes and stupid, booming laugh that you swore made the walls tremble. he was the one, you knew it. you've never had someone you felt this comfy with, who made you feel so safe and loved, who never treated you like you were worth nothing, like you didn't deserve anything coming your way. but most importantly, you've never had someone that made you believe in your own strength and worth, that made you believe you deserved to be loved

you really didn't want to break down in front of him. things were going so well, you were trying to be strong - and he was really helping with that - but… it all came crashing down really. and it was a big, confusing mix of everything - of guilt, of shame, of pride, of happines, of love. you couldn't handle that

Bane got a little scared there ngl. i mean, you looked so happy, and then suddenly, you come home with him and start bawling your eyes out. he was a little confused, to say the least

and that's when the dam finally broke. you've never told anyone about this, about your own suffering, but he made you feel so safe and you wanted him to know. you wanted him to feel how grateful you were and only hoped that he wouldn't turn away from you after this

it took a lot of courage from you, he could feel it. you were practically trembling, your voice breaking as you clutched at his arm when you told him everything. about where those scars actually came from and how he helped you with that without even knowing, how there weren't any new ones since you two started your relationship

he's quiet most of the time, just holding you close, but he knows he has to say something less you'd think he hated you. that much he already learned, about the validation you needed from him. he doesn't throw any accusations at you, like how you could've told him sooner or if you were scared of telling him. i mean, of course you were fucking scared of saying that and that's what made him feel so special that you finally did

he will whisper simple, loving words of encouragement while he lightly rocks you both in a slow rythm. he will tell you how grateful he is that you've told him this, how proud he is of your progress, how happy he feels to be the one to help you through this. he wants you to know that your words mean a lot to him, that you mean a lot to him and he's going to love you no matter what

#my writing #headcannons #bane #eduardo dorrance #tw self harm #tw scars #tw sh #fluff #some angst #well a good bit of angst #but oh well #came out worse than expected #not surprised #i will crawl out of this writing block hellhole tho #anonymous

[lipglossanon]

hellooooo, back at it again with these intrusive leon thoughts>:)

this time though, it could be because my period is getting close, but i feel pretty down lately and these intrusive thoughts are winning soooooo

Leon angst anyone?

its not anything too deep really, just poor lil reader catching leon at the wrong time :(

like she's just chilling in her room, playing with her phone and all, but then she decides to go down to the kitchen to get smth to eat cuz she's a bit hungry. she's about to step down the stairs and turns around a corner when she suddenly hears a female voice, an unknown female voice. peaking around from behind a wall, her eyes widen in shock as a heavy feeling drops down to her stomach, nothing but a painful ache in her heart at the devastating sight in front of her. right on the couch in the living room, she sees her step brother, his arms wrapped tightly around some girl she's never seen before; they're both smiling and laughing with each other, seems to be watching some kind of movie that they're clearly not paying attention to. for some reason, her heart tightens up so bad that she feels like she couldn't breathe at all; it feels like a heavy weight is on her shoulders as her breath hitches in her throat. why is she feeling this way? it's not like she's together with leon, or at least not romantically. that thought only makes her feel even worse. unknown to her, tears begin to fill her eyes and slide down her cheeks as she cries quietly. not feeling hungry anymore, she slowly goes back up to her room and locks the door, sitting at the edge of the bed again. even then she can still hear their laughter downstairs, as if they're taunting her. laying on the bed with a small thump, she cries silently into her sheets as her body shakes a bit from the hurt she's feeling. she doesn't even come down to eat dinner no matter how many times her mother knocks on her door and basically orders her to come down, all she can think of is leon with that girl. who the hell even is she?

her body tenses up immediately when she hears his voice on the other side of the door, "sweetheart? can you open the door?"' his hand twists the doorknob as he knocks the door softly. she doesn't respond back to him, just laying there with tears now getting dry on her cheeks. leon stops after a while and sighs, then suddenly she can hear the sounds of keys jiggling outside, making her slightly panic.

"I'm coming in." opening the door, he frowns at the sight of her body laying still on her bed, not turning to look at him excitedly like she used to.

"hey princess, what's wrong? come on you gotta talk to me. Mom's really worried you know?" finally slowly turning to leon, his concern expression turns to a shock one when he sees her red and puffy eyes. quickly getting closer to her and pulling her to his chest, he coos softly and pats her hair gently.

"baby what's wrong? who made you cry?" his comforting tone gets a bit hostile when he asks the last question, but it immediately changes when she answers.

"you."

BOOM CLIFFHANGER MWAHAHAHA. i might add more since i need more time to think but yeah feeling quite down right now and leon's brain rot isn't helping much.

may i have a small blurb about this if ur comfortable at writing angst? :)

Yooo you’re back at it again with the feels ;_; but I get emotional before, during, and after my period so this hits so hard it’s not even funny 😔

Noo not Leon accidentally breaking her heart 😢 please I need closure 😭 who is the girl? Why were they snuggled on the couch? I have unanswered questions!! 😫

I’d love to write one! I’ll try my best cause angst is hard for me 🤣 mainly cause I want even fictional people to be happy (life is sad enough lmao). You have any more ideas for this?? I want any and all info you have haha 😂 so my mental picture matches yours 😆

#ask box #stepbro!leon s kennedy #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #angst #sad girl hours

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Have a Lucifer Morningstar request, where they come across f!reader trying to eavesdrop on private audiences with demons.

Reader is not a demon, but ended up in hell accidentally and Lucifer finds their youthful enthusiasm endlessly amusing.

They are not happy with them listening to private conversations, however, and Lucifer drags the reader to their room and gives them a spanking, comforting them afterwards. Relationship is platonic.

Hey hey hey @reddragon30000 !! Thank you so much for the request! I have been wanting to write more for Luci, so I’m so glad you asked for this 🥰 Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Change in Pace ~Lucifer Morningstar xFem Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: SFW, eavesdropping, spanking, punishment, platonic relationship, etc.

Enjoy (;

You leaned right next to the closed door that led to the meeting hall in anticipation and with caution.

You weren’t supposed to be listening…

You were eavesdropping, you see…

“Alright, Alright— Order…!!” The Morningstar commanded, silencing all the demons at the table.

“Now… You will give your propositions one at a time, not all at once. Belial, first, then Moloch, and lastly, Mammon.” They commanded.

An uproar began yet again amongst the demons at the table. It was so loud, you could barely make out what anyone was saying.

“Silence!!” The Lightbringer yelled.

The room went dead. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stick up. Tension was building. Suddenly, their voice rang out again.

“Something has come up. We shall continue this later—!” Their voice boomed.

Your breath hitched and you tripped backwards a bit. You scurried back to your room, your heart pounding. You close the closed and collapsed against it, breathing heavily.

You felt that same tension raise your neck hairs once more. And suddenly, there was a rap on your door. You scurried up and onto your bed.

“Come in…” you whimpered.

The door opened and Lucifer stood before you. Your eyes fluttered down to the ground. They closed the door behind them.

“Did my senses deceive me or did I catch you eavesdropping on my meeting, little one…?” They spoke.

You gulped.

“I… I did… I’m sorry…” you whimpered.

The Lightbringer moved towards you, standing at the edge of the bed. They cupped your chin, directing your gaze to theirs.

“I don’t appreciate eavesdropping, little one…” they warily spoke.

Your face went red with shame.

“Now if you were anyone else, I would have you tortured, perhaps even killed, but your not merely anyone, little one…” they mused,

You gulped.

“No, I knew you had been accidentally sent here from the moment you arrived. You were too pure. And at first I thought about sending you back, little one…” they mused aloud, “But you struck me… you are youthful and endlessly amusing. Such a refreshment from my usual day to day responsibilities…”

You blushed lightly at their words.

“But alas, no bad deed goes unpunished… especially not in hell…” they chuckle lightly.

You sigh and nod.

“I understand…” you whisper.

You suddenly felt Lucifer’s gentle yet stern hand grab and drag you to sit in her lap, eliciting a gasp from your lips. They then cock your head slightly at you.

“Bend over my lap, Darling…”

You gulp and nod, obeying and bending over their lap. They then move your garments to reveal your bare ass, eliciting another gasp from your lips.

Smack!

Her hand hit your ass, not extremely painful but definitely hard enough to leave an impression, and you yelped.

“Count, Little one…” they hummed.

“One…” you whimpered.

Whack!

“Two…!”

“That’s it…” They hum.

Crack!

“Three—!!” You whimper.

Smack!

“I—Four!”

Whack!

“Five!!” You cry out.

Your ass was plumping up to nice, fine red.

Crack!

“Fuck… Six!”

“Doing so well, little one…” they purr.

Smack!

“God— Seven!!” You breathily cry.

Whack!

“EIGHT—!!”

Your lip was now trembling and your thighs were shaking. Suddenly, you felt their hand on your ass again, but this time it was to soothe your reddened ass.

“Have you learned your lesson, little one…?” They hum.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes yes, I’m sorry…!” You whimpered.

“Alright, little one…” they cooed, picking you back up and placing you in their lap.

They then gave you some gentle kisses, kissing away a few tears which had spilled during your punishment.

“Are you alright, Darling…?” They gently asked you.

You took a deep breath and nodded. They smiled at your reassurance that you were indeed fine.

“Good. Because I quite like having you here…” they hum.

You blushed once more.

“I like being here…” you whispered.

With a kiss to the check, Lucifer placed you on your bed and wished you good night.

~~~

Lucifer Morningstar Masterlist

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[thoughtsofafruit]

Can we please talk about grief?

Tw: Grief, parent loss, mentions of mental health issues

Look, I'm starting to see more accurate representations of grief in media but so often is shown in such an unrealistic way that makes my skin crawl and sometimes that bad representation makes me feel like I'm in the wrong for how I've experienced grief.

My mum died when I was five. It sucked. It still sucks. It will always suck. I know that, anyone who has a similar experience knows that. Yet sometimes I'll pick up a book and boom parent dies, completely over it in three days or a week or some insane shit.

I'm eighteen now. I spent my entire time in school after my mum died being bullied in some form or another. I had to move schools in the middle of the school year, I lost my closest friends, and every single thing in my life was different. The only thing that has actually felt consistent in that entire time is grief.

In books, grief is something you can get over, something that fades. In real life its not.

I'll be going about my day and suddenly I'm bombarded with this deep longing for my mum. It happens for no reason, it happens when I see happy families, it happens all the time, and its been happening for the last fourteen years.

I'm writing all this out right now because I was hit by that sudden and dreaded thought, 'what would my mum think of me now?' And I need a place to vent about grief. What better than the black hole of the Internet?

I was once told 'you need to get over it' in reference to my grief for my mum. And to that I say, fuck you, you heartless bitch.

Grief doesn't go away. It stays, it hovers around the edges. You get better at dealing with it, sure, but its still there. You don't just stop missing someone who you had for so long and was suddenly gone from your life.

Grief shows in strange ways. Some of my most common thoughts are

Would she be proud of me?

What would she think of me?

Am I living up to her expectations?

Am I too much like her?

Am I the kid she wanted me to be?

These thoughts suck.

When your young and your mum is freshly dead and everyone around you is still mourning and just as hurt they'll tell you she'd be proud they'll tell you she'd love you. But when your 18 and trying your damn fucking hardest to find a way to live and still be yourself, no one tells you those things.

Grief haunts. Grief is the ghost in the corner of the room and grief is the monster stalking you.

You learn to live with you, you learn to move on around it. But you're never the same.

I broke at five, and I've never been me since. I'm still me, just not the me i would be if my mum was still alive.

That side if grief is never shown in media and it fucking sucks. I'm never gonna pick up a book with a character whose parents are dead and read a scene that so perfectly encapsulates that pain. That sudden, 'god what would she think of me now?'. That side of grief is so often left behind.

I've been to a grief counciling sort of thing and a lot of it was geared to getting over grief not learning to life with it. This course was specially aimed at kids who lost a parent. Imagine that, being young, clearly depressed and you're sent to a place for grief even though your mental health issues aren't connected to the grief, not anymore, and every last thing is aimed at getting over it.

They, being my school guidance team, sent me there to help and it made it worse! Because there i was, eight, nine, years after my mum had died nkt yet over it and all these people around me whose parents had more recently and all the advice was geated towards getting over it.

Grief isn't something you get over! And I'm fucking sick of it being portrait that way. My grief is part of me now, I've learned to live with it.

Sure, sometimes ill still cry myself ti sleep missing my mum. But thats fine because I was five and my mum was my closest person and she was ripped from me. One day I had here, the next I didn't. I'm going ti spend the rest of my life missing her. And that is ok. It is so ok.

In short, I'm yet to see grief shown in media in an accurate way, I'm yet to receive grief counseling that isn't about getting over it, and I'm yet to see other people talk about how grief actually is for them.

#grief #parent loss #mum #ranting #vent post #sort of #look #im pissed off and sad #i needed ti get everything out #thoughts of a fruit

[luimagines]

( comfort tears prt.2 imagine plot)

*I'm back😈*

Time outside try to clam himself down from the strange moment in that room but wonder why his heart still feel hurt and heavy yet felt the warmth still there and turn to go back inside to make sure the boys are behavior in monster reader family home but stop to see something in the grass and walk over, knee down to see a old journal and the name shock him as link so he pick it up and open the cover carefully to read it.

journal #1

I'm surprised to be suddenly be adopted to this strange family. I heard stories that their kind are murderous,beast like and uncontrollable that should be kill as soon as possible but..their wrong. My adopted father suffered from a illness that make his bones break,weaken and in unbearable pain yet he always so warm and loving. He gives out the best advices and is a very wise man. My adopted mother even tho her tall size is scary, she very gentle with me and my adopted silbings, kind and beautiful women. She teach me things I never knew and even train me on how to use a sword! My silbings are amazing thought they'll won't like me since I'm hyrulian but they welcome me, protect me, love me like a real big brother. My sister *reader* she train with me even show me their monster body.. it look to be painful but she always smile to me as in their okay.

Time more of the journey pages all fill with happy and joy til one page cut the emotion entirely

Journal # 12

Today.... father passed away in his sleep. Doctor say he died peaceful...mother and my youngest silbings cry, reader out hunting but I know their crying and I'm shaking. Why did the Goddess take him from us?

Journal #34

Me and reader return from the castle and chose to be the princess hero and shield but....mom and silbings.....they.. been murder.. I-I couldn't help but hug reader. We lost so much and now is only us-

Time shut the journal cover shaking and fresh tears fell faster from his face. Now it make sense, how reader protective of us, they lost nearly everyone and worse the writing on the journal match his own hand written and maybe warrioras well.

Time stands, putting the boom on the table with a bit more force than called for. He remembers himself suddenly, and runs his hands gently over the book- as if in apology.

He goes back in the house, feeling heavy and upset.

They knew Link. A Link. And they have yet to meet him.

Reader's family were all murdered. Not a trace of them, except this house, remains.

So where is Link?

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