#prompt 24: letting out their anger in front of them

[lire-casander]

#24 letting out their anger in front of them

letting out their anger in front of them original prompt list here

Tough days are bound to happen in his line of work. Carlos knows that. TK knows that. Everyone and their brother know that.

Knowing something doesn't mean Carlos is ready for those days when they roll together in a row.

His hands are shaking from exhaustion when he makes his third attempt at slotting the key into the lock of their loft. To any outsider, it may look like he's drunkenly trying to open his door. It couldn't be farther from the truth.

The truth is that he's so ready to give up he's about to kick the door open.

Just when he's seriously thinking about stomping all over the wood, the lock clicks open and the door slides to the side, revealing an equally tired-looking TK.

"Long shift?" his fiancé asks, mostly rhetorically, as he steps aside to allow Carlos to enter their home.

"The longest," Carlos replies. He drops his bag on the floor and has barely taken three steps into the living room when TK speaks again.

"Want to talk about it?"

And, somehow, that's the last straw for Carlos. That's all it takes — a sliver of kindness after a horrible day — for him to snap.

He turns around and faces TK, his hands still shaking, though this time it's due to anger. "Do I want to talk about it?" he questions through gritted teeth. "Do I want to talk about the three casualties at a car crash that could be alive if a drunk driver hadn't taken her car? Do I want to talk about the woman who can't report her abusive husband because she'd have nowhere to go? Or do I want to talk about the little girl murdered by her father simply because he was mad at his ex-wife?" Within each question, Carlos’ voice rises higher, until it's almost an anguished shriek that hangs over their heads like a threat.

Through it all, TK remains silent, enduring Carlos’ words as he cries them, as the pain he feels bubbles up inside of his chest until it bursts and he finds himself collapsing on the floor, knees hitting the ground while tears finally fall down his cheeks. TK rushes to his side, gathering him up in his arms and murmuring soft reassuring words into his ear as he rocks them both.

Later, much later, Carlos will think about how lucky he is to have TK by his side — someone who understands the frustration that builds up whenever there's something he can't fix in the world, someone who knows that his anger isn't directed at anyone but himself. But right now, while he's being held as though he's the most precious thing in the world, Carlos simply lets his pain flow out of his system.

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

#lire's 40 to the 40s #prompt 24 #prompt 24: letting out their anger in front of them #tarlos #tk strand/carlos reyes #carlos reyes/tk strand #911ls #911 ls #911 lone star

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Hello, I saw your prompts list and just couldn’t refuse. Can you do one for Marko with 24, 18, and 12. Just a little hurt comfort.

24. "They have my mate. If I don't save (him/her/them) now, I don't know what will happen to them."

18. "You're bleeding..."

12. "How could I have known they were vampire hunters?"

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like this 💜

Triggerwarning for non-consensual drug use to knock someone out.

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The music in the bar played loudly, the sounds of Kansas filling the room. The place wasn't too crowded. Some of the tables were occupied by groups of friends. A couple of barstools were being used by resident drunks. In the very back corner of the pub, Marko and I shared a table. We did this every once in a while, doing what we would normally do with the boys, but then with just the two of us. Somehow, it made the usual seem special.

"I'm going to get us some more drinks," I stood up, smiling as he handed me some money. I felt his eyes on me the whole time I stood in front of the bar, chatting with the barkeep. She handed me two new beer bottles, accepting the pay. I was about to walk off when a guy bumped into me.

"What the hell?"

"Ah shit, sorry," the guy looked slightly ashamed, "I didn't see you. Are you alright?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Better make use of your eyes next time, though."

I walked back to our table, placing a bottle in front of Marko. "What did that guy want?"

"Probably a prescription. Said he 'didn't see me' as he walked into me."

"Asshole."

"That's what I thought, " I smiled, taking a knocked back a large part of my drink. I frowned. It tasted weird. Different than usual. I looked at Marko, handing him my bottle. "Is it me, or is something off with this?"

He took the bottle, smelling it. "Don't drink any more of it." He had a worried expression on his face. "I think that guy tried to drug you."

I sighed, anger flashing in my eyes. He must have done that while I was distracted talking to him. I felt my head become clouded and heavy. "Let's just go. I don't feel too well."

Once outside, Marko led me into the alleyway. "Maybe if you throw it up, it won't affect you as much?" I groaned, none too pleased with the idea. I leaned forward, but something compelled me to look up. There was a group of four people standing behind Marko. I recognised one as the bartender from before. One of them was the guy who had tried to drug me. I recognised two others who were of the pub.

"Marko?" I still looked behind him. He turned, moving to stand in front of me. I tried to focus, tried to understand what was going on in front of me, and what was happening, but I couldn't. My head was clouded, and my limbs were heavy. The ground came nearer and nearer, and with a pained sigh, I completely blacked out.

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Marko had been doing his best, fighting the four humans off. He had killed one of them, easily ripping their throat out - but then the stakes had come into play. The bartender kept them under her coat, and now, all three living humans had a very lethal weapon. Still, he tried. He injured the man who had drugged his mate, he tried to break the leg of the barkeeper - but then a stake was pushed into his leg, nailing him to the ground. Marko screamed, in pain, anger, frustration - incapable of freeing himself when one of the humans nailed his hands to the ground as well. The stakes, although not put through a lethal point in his body, hurt like hell. He couldn't free himself, and he was forced to see how the humans took his unconscious mate with them. The guy who had tried to drug them had driven a car in front of the alley, and his mate was practically thrown in the trunk. He groaned.

"Don't you fucking hurt them!"

"We won't do anything to them that you wouldn't do to us!" One of the man grinned before getting in, and racing off.

Marko yelled in frustration, thankful that he could at least call out for his brothers. In only a few short minutes, they were there, and he was freed and already healing up.

"What happened?" David demanded.

"I have no time!" Marko was already halfway out of the alley. "They have my mate. If I don't save them now, I don't know what will happen to them."

"Shit." David nodded. "Go. We'll clean up here. Paul, stay with Marko."

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"Come on, wake up, love."

I groaned, weakly opening my eyes. Bright lights caused me to close them immediately again. "Wh-What..?" I was sitting on an old, wooden chair, my arms tied behind my back.

"Ssh, it's alright. You're safe. Sorry, we had to be so dramatic with getting you here."

I frowned. I recognised that voice. I opened my eyes, shocked to see Amy, the barkeep. "What have you done to Marko?" I asked, my voice quivering.

"We fucking staked him to the ground. By morning, he's going to be crispy!" A guy in the back - one of the regulars at the bar - laughed loudly.

"No!" Tears welled up in my eyes. "You can't do that!"

"We have to," Amy said kindly. "He's a vampire. He endangers everyone in this town."

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked, slowly but surely realising that my head didn't feel clouded anymore. It just hurt a lot.

"We need to keep you safe. You not only hung out with him, but three other vampires as well."

"You don't understand what they are or why they do what they do." I spat out.

"And you do?" Amy asked, her voice sharp. "Do you really think they are honest about who they kill? They killed my son. They killed their daughters. All young things like you. They are demons that are being unleashed to this world. We need to protect our world from it."

"You're insane."

I gasped as something sharp hit me in the face. The side of my head was stinging, and I couldn't help but whimper. This, in combination with my headache, was quite hard to bear.

I don't know if I fell asleep or lost consciousness again, but when I woke up, it was to a fire burning in the middle of the room. Two figures were standing around it, throwing another figure into the flames. I blinked several times, and then he was in front of me, alive and well.

"Marko?"

"Are you alright, babe? What did they do to you? Are you hurt?"

I shook my head slightly. "I- I don't know... can you cut me loose?"

"C'mere," Marko held me close, breathing in my scent. He froze. "You're bleeding..."

"I am?"

"They hit you in the head?" Paul asked, causing me to jump.

"When- when did you get here?"

"Was here the whole time, hon. Do you need anything to clean the wound?" He asked Marlo the last thing. Marko shook his head, and Paul left after making sure no traces of them - both human and vampire presence - were left behind.

"They said they staked you," I said, looking at him. I noticed a hole in his pants, scars on his hands. The sight of it alone was enough to make me want to cry. "I thought you were dead." I held him tightly.

"Thank god I'm not." He looked at me. "Will you be alright if we fly home?"

I nodded. I thought I would be, and even if not, I really wanted to get home. Away from here. Carefully, he picked me up, carrying me outside. Once there, he quietly flew up, flying through the fresh night sky towards the cave.

Once we were safely inside, I made a beeline for our bedroom. I was tired, had been scared - and I just felt that the comfort of our room was what I needed. I changed into some pyjamas, slightly surprised that Marko wasn't with me in the room. I crawled into bed, his pillow between my arms as the door opened. Marko came in, carrying a cup of tea and a plate with my favourite cookies. In his pocket, I could see my favourite book.

"Can I check your head again? I need to know if it stopped bleeding."

I nodded, showing him the wound on my head from where I was hit. He pressed a soft, tender kiss on my forehead. "You're safe now."

"I don't think I want to go to a pub ever again," I said softly, gifting Marko a small, appreciative smile as he handed me my tea. It was my favourite, calming me down the second the smell hit my nose.

"Agreed. Bloody barkeeps."

"Amy seemed so nice, though. Always chatting and being funny."

"That was her job."

"I just feel like I should have known, known that something was off."

"If I didn't notice that something was off, with my vampire senses, then you definitely don't have to feel bad about not noticing anything wrong."

"But-"

"No. Repeat after me: How could I have known they were vampire hunters?"

I gave him a weak smile as I repeated the sentence.

"And now as if you believe it?"

"How could I have known they were vampire hunters."

He grinned, laying down next to me.

"Are your injuries healed?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Shall we try this date again tomorrow?"

"How about we just stay in for a bit?" I asked. "Just us? And tea, take out and books?"

Marko nodded. "We'll do that."

With those words, he opened up our book, beginning to read. I lay in his arms, slowly dozing of as he read to me. His voice brought me more comfort than I could ever put in words.

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Millie Bright x Reader

Part Two: Playing Pretend

Posted 24/04/23, Edited 29/06/23

Prompt: Part 2 to playing pretend gotta have Rachel telling off Millie - anon

Pacing Rachel’s front room, kitchen and garden with Dexi following you everywhere, you couldn’t believe what you’d just done had zero reaction from your supposed girlfriend. “Am I dumb? She didn’t say anything, just stood there like a fucking fish opening and closing her mouth! I’ve let her keep me in the closet for 6 fucking years! Everyone must think I’m a bloody idiot!” Unable to form a sentence without using expletives showed just how angry you were as you hated swearing without proper reasoning, this felt appropriate though. Maybe it hadn’t hit you yet but the pure rage you felt for allowing yourself to be silenced for six years overpowered the tears. The real you would never have accepted this from a relationship so why was Millie any different, why did you put up with that for so long?

You paused in the kitchen just long enough for Rach to flick the kettle on and plop Dexi into your arms, she hadn’t been able to get a word in since your arrival but knew having something fluffy to stroke calms everyone down. Grabbing the teas and placing them onto the garden table she gestured for you to sit with her, which you did for a few seconds before your restlessness got the better of you and your legs took you around the garden again. The eye roll earsplittingly loud as she went to rummage through her kitchen drawer and threw you a vape. She knew you were trying to quit but had left one here for emergencies and this certainly was one. “Drink your tea” she said with force to make you stop pacing, placing Dexi on the floor to pick up your cup without sitting down. Tutting at your actions your best friend stood up and directed you to the chair “Sit. Stroke. Sip.” were her instructions as you found Dexi in your lap once again “and then we’ll pretend this goal is her head” as she pulled her nephew’s tiny goal out of the shed and took it to the back of the garden. She always knew what to do and no one else gives better advice than Rach.

Downing your tea so you could get your feet on the ball you took shots one after the other, it was a good way to release anger. “Am I gonna get a go?” she asked as she soft tackled the ball off you which made you smile for the first time today. “Assuming she doesn’t apologise, I’m gonna lose you Daly” you muttered thinking about how she was Millie’s friend way before yours and will obviously stick by her number one. “Oh she will, trust me” as the force she hit the ball with made the goal fall over. Standing there looking defeated your mind started to wander, you wouldn’t just lose your girlfriend you’d also lose your best friend too. “Yeah but what if-“ you started but was swiftly interrupted “no ‘what if’, she will. I’ve been telling her from the start it’s not fair on you, I’m on your side” passing the ball back to you. The anger had left your body slightly knowing you at least had one person in your corner as you swapped from shooting to keepie uppies. You didn’t know that she’d been telling Millie this was wrong from the beginning which somehow hurt even more knowing she ignored her best friend’s advice too. You’d been gone for hours and she still hadn’t reached out.

The next morning while you were still asleep Rachel went round to Millie’s house. The last thing Millie expected was her best friend at the front door at 7am with a face like thunder. “Do we have a date today that I’ve forgotten?” Millie asked rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “What the actual fuck?” Millie’s eyes turned to shock as she didn’t imagine this first thing in the morning. “You don’t think I know exactly what you’ve done and you’re here acting like it’s just another day, are you fucking serious?” Millie looked down at her feet as she visibly gulped, she hates being told off but is the first to give anyone else an earful. The silence was deafening as Rachel saw the same face you did yesterday, mouth opening and closing, she knew how you felt when she didn’t say anything. “Do you really have nothing to say?” the face of disgust from Rachel wondered who the hell the person was in front of her. Walking straight past Millie to the kitchen she done exactly the same thing that she did for you, flicking the kettle on and brought teas to the sofa. “Talk.” she said with the thump of the full cup hitting the table, not giving her the same luxury of comfort in her presence as she did you.

Wrapping both hands around the cup Millie began to talk “it’s just, the longer it went on the harder it became to tell people. I just thought it’d be easier this way” she said quietly. “Did you not think for a second how that would affect (y/n) Mill?” Rachel was determined to fight your corner and knew she would eventually win her over. “Well, she seemed okay with it. I didn’t know it affected her that much” Millie shrugged which rubbed Rachel the wrong way. The body language giving off a ‘don’t care’ attitude. “Really? I’ve been telling you for years, imagine the shoe was on the other foot. How would you feel if someone kept you a secret for 6 years?” sinking into the corner of the sofa and crossing her legs. “Yeah but-“ “no buts Mills, she told you she wants to marry you and you said nothing. How would you feel?” defiant in her stance she wasn’t going to leave until Millie came round. “Pretty shitty I guess” she said looking into her cup. “It’s not just telling everyone she’s my girlfriend though, I’ve never actually come out to anyone apart from you. Nobody knows I like girls too” she said which made Rach a little softer in her approach. “If she knew that she would have helped you with it, she would have supported you with that. Not pretending you’re in a relationship with a man to hide the fact you’re bi babe, that’s not okay.” Millie looked pensive as the first tears she’d shed over this situation started to flow, Rach’s hand reached for the tissues and placed a soothing hand on her shoulder. “So are you gonna fight for her or let her go?”

Part Three

#millie bright #millie bright x reader #lionesses #woso masterlist #woso x reader #chelsea wfc

[youwouldntlietopapa]

24- with Primo. Please and thank you.

First, I was hoping for some Primo prompts. I feel like I don't get a lot of chances to write him and I'd like more.

Second, HOW DARE???? I HAVE A HEADACHE NOW FROM CRYING??? WHY??? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME YOU MONSTER??????

Third, I'm not even sorry.

No real warnings on this one except for maybe emotional pain over yet another old man I love. Please refer any complaints to the account above. It's all on them.

Also available on AO3

ahem @the-cardinale just... if you're interested.

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It had always been something when it came to Primo over the years. A few false starts. A few missed opportunities. Always the wrong time, the wrong place. The Ministry, duties, family, Papa, all of it. The stars simply hadn’t aligned. Not like you’d wanted. Not like you’d prayed. And, Satan help you, you had prayed. Each morning and night, before the great altar and alone in your room. Everything you did for the Abbey you offered up as a prayer.

But, instead, you had watched him, year after year. Rising in power, basking in his unholy glory, becoming the man you knew he was meant to be. His radiant beauty and his noble bearing only shining brighter each day. Even as you watched his silken hair of spun gold shift to silver and his taught, perfect skin begin to loosen and droop. Like the finest wine, grown nearly priceless with the passage of time.

If only time had been so kind to us both, you thought, looking into the mirror with a heavy sigh. Pulling your hair back tightly, winding it into a practiced bun at your crown. Trying valiently to put such thoughts out of your mind. The same thoughts you’d been trying to set aside for years… decades.

Fool. It’s too late now. Best to just let him go.

You shake your head and sigh, duty calls and you haven’t risen so high in the ranks to loose your footing now. Just forget it and get on with your day.

You manage it, reasonably well, as you do most every day. Assigning duties to the new Sisters, overseeing others, paperwork, emails, prep for lectures and seminars, making calls about bookings, sceduling meetings. The list is endless. Endless enough to keep you occupied with other things. The way you like it. The way that keeps you sane. Head down, nose to the grindstone.

Right up until you look up and find yourself standing in front of the greenhouse.

You could have sworn you only came out to get a little fresh air, to enjoy the warm early days of fall before the winter chill takes hold. Lost in your own thoughts, a million miles away. While your treacherous feet have betrayed you once more and carried you here, quite against your will. They know the path too well, walked too many times, years ago and all the time in between. Slowly spacing out the visists when it hurt too much to be there. Finding excuses and other places and busy work and anything else that didn’t remind you of the smell of fresh turned earth and the humid heat and sun warmed skin…

“Been a while, Sorella.” His voice catches you off guard. Still low and soft as a summer breeze. The gravel just beneathe is more pronounced than it used to be, but it’s the most beautiful sound in the world as far as you’re concerned.

One hard swallow is hardly enough to clear the decades of desire and regret caught in your throat and threatening to choke you. But it’s all you have before you turn to face him. “… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… to interrupt… I should go.”

But his hand grabs your arm and roots you to the spot. You don’t want to look, too afraid of what you’ll see. Anger, hatred… Lucifer preserve me, indifference. Still his hand holds you firmly.

“Please… look at me.”

And how could you say no? How could you ever say no? Even if it hurts. Especially when it hurts. You turn back and his eyes lock on to yours while the world around you crumbles to dust and the once solid ground falls away while you drop into the pit desperately trying to cling on to him just for a moment. Just for one precious, perfect moment where he might actually be yours. The man that he was, that he is, that he will be. Not the nothing it’s been for so long, too long, so painfully, foolishly, hopelessly long.

“I miss you, mia rosa.” His fingers loosen, sliding down your arm to catch your hand. The sensible part of you is desperate to pull away. You know this pain too well. How it will cut the heart out of you again. Again and again. Like every time before. “Please… please… don’t go. For me.”

“Papa, I…”

“No.” He says firmly. Not angry, just final. “No. Not here. Not from you. Non quando ho aspettato così a lungo che tu tornassi di nuovo qui, amore. Non sono quell'uomo, non per te, non posso esserlo. Preferirei morire.”

There’s a desperation in his eyes you don’t know that you’ve ever seen before and his hand holds on to yours like you might drift away.

“You know my name. You know who I am.”

“Primo... please.”

He’s already closer, so close you have to look up at him. So close you can feel his warmth and smell the lingering scents of the garden clinging to his clothes. His warm, gentle hand cups your cheek and he stares at you until you’re sure he can see right into your soul.

“How long are you going to hide from me? If you won’t stay… tell me how long is my punishment? I need to know. Please. So I can, at least, see an end. Tell me and I will wait, without complaint. But don’t just leave me here. I beg you.”

“Primo…” Decades. Decades upon decades. Still he steals the breath from your lungs and the sense from your head. Just being close is enough to drive you to madness. Every wall you’ve built around yourself to keep yourself safe feels as solid and secure as damp tissue. “The punishment isn’t yours. You know that. You know that. How many times have I told you? I know. I understand. It’s all right. I don’t begrudge you one ounce. But it hurts and it will keep on hurting. It’s no one’s fault… but, Satanas… It hurts until I can’t breathe.”

“Amore…”

“Please… it… it’s never forever, Primo. And I can’t do for now. It’s too late for that. Much too late.” It feels like a betrayal. Like an attack he doesn’t deserve. Just to say it out loud. That the tiny spark of hope that refuses to go out isn’t really enough to sustain you after so long.

For half a second you think he might let go, half a second that drags out into eternity where you are terrified he will let go. It’s one thing to say the words, to insist that it’s what’s best. But your stomach lurches dangerously and your throat tightens painfully at the terror that you might be right. That it really is just… done. And when his fingers slip free of yours, it’s all you can do not to scream until you shatter.

Instead it joins the other, cupping your cheeks tenderly. The warmth of his palms seeping deep into your skin and setting that tiny, dying ember back alight. “Not for now, angelo mio.” He says quietly, gently. His work callused thumb brushes a tear from your cheek. “No more for now. I am done with stolen days. With lost time. No more.”

His lips brush against yours, so softly it’s more like a memory.

“No more puppet pretending to be king. No more smiling court jester.” His brow furrows and his eyes glisten with tears barely contained. “Ho dato loro una vita, amore mio. Non ho mai avuto intenzione di dargli anche il tuo. E sono fauci spalancate e insaziabili. Ma non più. Ho finito. Hanno tutto ciò che otterranno da me. Non permetterò loro di avere anche questo.”

Primo’s forehead presses against yours and you can feel him fighting to control his breathing. Shaking from the effort of holding together. “It can’t be too late. Please. Tell me it’s not too late.”

“Look at me, Primo… really look at me. I’m not a girl anymore. Whoever she was was worn down with time and this is all that’s left. You… you deserve better. More. That girl got old, my love. And there are too many pretty young things here who would make you happy. Give you a son.”

“I am looking at you. You think I am so blind?” He says with a hint of a smile, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. “It’s not them I want. And I raised three sons already. I don’t need another. What would I do with a baby, amore? I have my children here.” Primo waves to the garden. “They are enough.”

“It’s you I don’t have and you I want. Always you. Only you.”

“Hell’s teeth, you are stubborn as ever.” You huff.

Primo finally smiles, chuckling softly. His arms wrapping you in his warm embrace. “Si, I am. More maybe. You know how old men get.”

Your hand reaches up and cups his cheek as he did yours. Noting all the subtle changes and all the things that are still the same. Drifting along his jaw and around behind his sun baked neck. Letting your fingers run through his hair. Thinner now, more silver than gold, and still like the finest silk. His eyes slide closed and the hum of pleasure that rumbles in his chest still echoes through your soul.

His lips are on yours again. Tentative at first, waiting for you to pull away, and claiming your mouth deeply, desperately, passionately when you don’t. His strong hand cradling the back of your head, holding you steady. You’re vaguely aware of moving and the sound of the greenhouse door. But none of it matters. Nothing else matters outside of his embrace, the taste of his lips, and the familiar press of his body. When you drop into his old chair, the years fall away and you’re curled in his lap once more. Hands buried in his hair. His own hand deftly loosening yours from the bun, letting it spill down your back. Combing his fingers through with a soft moan.

“Amore mio…” He breathes against your lips. His grip on your hair holding you close. “Forgive me. Forgive me, please. Ask of me anything. I will burn the greenhouse. I will tear up the garden. I will give you the world if you ask. Only forgive me.”

“Anything?”

“Si.”

One hand slips from his hair. Tracing the lines of his face, all the victories and defeats, all the loves and heartache, the joys and sorrow mapped out over the face that’s been in every one of your dreams from the first time you laid eyes on him. Staring back into his mismatched eyes that have seen even the darkest coners of your mind and never once flinched away.

“All I want is all I’ve ever wanted.” Your hand finds his and you lace your fingers together. “You.”

A rosy blush blooms across his cheeks and he smiles a little sheepishly, dropping his head. “Sono tuo, dolcezza. Come lo sono sempre stato. Completamente, interamente, irrimediabilmente tuo.”

“I forgive you. I have always forgiven you.” You lift his chin and smile gently.

“Now kiss me, you fool.”

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Sorella = Sister

mia rosa = my rose

Non quando ho aspettato così a lungo che tu tornassi di nuovo qui, amore. Non sono quell'uomo, non per te, non posso esserlo. Preferirei morire. = Not when I've waited so long for you to come back here again, amore. I'm not that man, not for you, I can't be. I'd rather die.

Ho dato loro una vita, amore mio. Non ho mai avuto intenzione di dargli anche il tuo. E sono fauci spalancate e insaziabili. Ma non più. Ho finito. Hanno tutto ciò che otterranno da me. Non permetterò loro di avere anche questo. = I gave them a lifetime, my love. I never intended to give them yours too. And they are gaping and insatiable maw. But not anymore. I finished. They have all they will get from me. I won't let them have this too.

Sono tuo, dolcezza. Come lo sono sempre stato. Completamente, interamente, irrimediabilmente tuo. = I'm yours, sweetness. As I always have been. Completely, entirely, hopelessly yours.

#Papa I x Reader #primo x reader #ghost fanfic #marriage prompts

[thesunmeltedthegrayaway]

Heya! First off, I wanna say that I really really like your Outsiders posts! They're very well written! Some made me cry. Some made me laugh. Some made me 'awwww'. Anyways, now for the reason behind this ask. if you're still doing prompt requests and haven't done this combination already can you do Dallas and/or Johnny (separately) with with 1, 14, and 24? Make it angsty with a happy ending. Thank you!

Prompts: Thunderstorms, Look me in the eyes, Hold on a second…

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Johnny felt trapped, it was as simple as that. The nearly rotted wooden walls and decaying stone floor had been all he had seen for nearly a week. It didn't matter that the worn in ceiling gave view to the currently dark grey cloud ridden sky. It didn't matter that the broken windows and missing pieces of wood let in the bone chilling, harsh wind into the abandoned church. The walls and floor that surrounded him still felt as entrapping, as suffocating as ever.

He could feel the floor rumble, followed by the sound of the rolling thunder. It crackled through the air harshly, awakening anything it could in it's tracks. The smell of petrichor wafted in strongly and before he knew it, small droplets of rain began to leak through the cracks on the ceiling. They hit his skin, evaporating almost as fast as they fell.

The wind picked up in an energy filled haze, the sky still as dark as ever. But it didn't last long, a bright flash of light illuminated the sky before thunder once again crash down boldly.

Looks like it's gonna be a strong one...

He wondered if it was like this back where you were... back, at home.

He knew what you'd be doing if it was, if he was there with you with too.

You two would be sitting on your porch, not doing anything in particular. Just merely watching the storm unfold, you'd flinch every now in then when the rain blew toward you. You'd be leaning your head against his shoulder, murmuring something random that had happened earlier that day.

He never thought much of those moments at the time. Not because they were boring or unimportant to him in anyway. But because he had grown use to them.

If he knew that he would've ended up here since the last storm you two watched together... he would've soaked in the experience a lot more.

Because in Johnny mind... he'd never be able to do that with you again.

Even if he did come back, he had convinced himself that you'd be livid with him. He left out of nowhere, leaving you in the dust without as much as a goodbye. And the reason why he left would make anyone's stomach twist in shock and fear.

He was sure you hated him at this point...

"Johnny!" Pony suddenly called out, Johnny had hardly felt the light push Pony did to get him out of his own thoughts.

It took him a second to realize that his nails were dug painfully into the palms of his hands. He winced as he opened them again, the small cuts stinging as they got exposed to the cold air.

Johnny already knew the question that he was about to be hit with. But he stopped it in it's tracks before Pony could compose himself long enough to get it out.

"I don't wanna talk about it, okay?"

He was met with nothing but a reluctant nod after that. The rain and almost constant thunder were the only sounds that could be heard after that.

~~~

The next day...

"I said, I don't know where they are!" Dallas repeated for the thousandth time it seemed. His back was turned to you, pretending to be distracted by something in front of him as he spoke.

"And I don't believe you!" You replied strongly, not backing down from Dallas's ever-growing anger.

"It's the truth." Dallas said quickly, trying to seem calm and collected.

"Oh who the hell else would they go to about this?" You questioned with a scoff.

He shrugged his shoulder, not bothering to speak.

"Wait... I do know who they would go to, you!" You exclaimed.

Dallas let out of scoff, finally turning around to face you. "You're wasting your time Y/-"

"Dallas." You interjected heatedly. "I ain't Soda I'm not dropping this until you tell me the truth. So you decide, would you rather hear me talk your ear off all day or are you gonna start telling me the truth?"

Dallas shook his head, looking down at the ground as he did. "I- don't"

"Look me in the eyes and tell me." You interrupted. "And if your as smart as you seem you better not lie to me this time."

His eyes shot back up to you, blazing with a fire of anger. "Listen Y/N-" He stopped, hesitating to speak. "Son of a bitch." He hissed, kicked at a rock at the ground.

"So you are as smart as you seem huh?" You replied, your lips curving into a smile of satisfaction.

"Just get in the car already... smartass"

~~~

"How many hideouts do you have?" You asked as you stared at the old, desolate looking church.

"Lost count a while ago." Dallas replied, you could tell by the tone in his voice that he was proud of that fact.

And sure enough, when you turned your head to face him he was grinning wildly.

"Of course you did." You muttered humorously, eagerly getting out of the car as you spoke.

You couldn't help but wince at the state of the place, it didn't exactly look the most... liveable. You two made your way inside, it didn't look any better than the outside of it. You found them quickly, both of them sleep in the most stable church pews they could find. You quietly walked over to Johnny, not really sure if you wanted to wake him up right away or not.

"Glory…" Dallas muttered in a rough voice behind me. "He looks different with his hair like that." He added with a bit too loud of a laugh.

You looked over at him, giving him a stern look. "Dallas, keep it do-"

You couldn't even finish my sentence before you heard him...

"Y/N?!" He sat up, looking up at you in complete shock.

"Hey..." You replied, sitting down on the freed up space on the pew he was laying in just moments ago. "You've been pretty hard to find you know that right?"

He smiled just slightly before his lips frowned, his eyes down casting the bit of joy you saw before. "Didn't think you'd want to see me after what I did." He admitted darkly.

You didn't know what to say at first, your head turned toward Dallas and a now barely awake Pony. They looked at the both of you, wondering what you were going to say next.

"You and Pony mind if you wait outside for a bit?" I asked hopefully.

Dallas nodded before tugging on the jacket he had given Pony. "Yeah, we'll wait in the car."

"Why would we-"

"I'm takin' you guys out to eat alright? Quit askin' so many damn questions." Dallas muttered, basically dragging Pony out of the church.

"Wouldn't want to see you?" You repeated, giving Johnny an incredulous look. "Johnny, I know you... you wouldn't of done something like that if you didn't have to."

"The fuzz won't see it that way." Johnny replied, staring down at his hands. "They'll just see me as another hood causin' nothing but trouble."

"Maybe they will at first but, there's a trial planned for when you guys get back."

"Oh great-" Johnny said, his face filling with worry.

"No no no, hold on a second." You said quickly. "There was this red-haired girl I talked to... she said you met you at the drive-in that night. She's willing to testify for you guys."

He looked over at you curiously, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he did so. "Wait she's willin' to help us out?"

"Yeah." You replied with a soft smile. "She said she'd tell the judge that they were drunk and looking for a fight. And that you just defending yourself...which you were."

"I-I don't know if I can go back." Johnny admitted reluctantly.

"You have a chance Johnny, a good one at that." You reassured him. "You can't run away forever."

He looked over at you, his eyes swimming in reluctance. "I know." He sighed out. "I know need to... I-I'll... I'll turn myself in."

You gave him a peck on the cheek, wanting to calm his nerves in some way. "Everything's going to work itself out Johnny."

"I sure hope so." He replied, letting out a stuttering breath.

"It will." You said, standing up as you spoke. "Come on, we should probably head out before Dally drives off without us." You added, holding a hand out for him to take.

He took it, standing up on unsteady legs. He still held onto my hand as we began to walk out of the old dingy church.

"Hey, Y/N/N?" He spoke up softly.

"Yeah?"

"I really missed you..."

You looked over at him with a smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before muttering...

"I really missed you too..."

~~~

Might make a part 2 to this lol

Prompts list

Hope you like this one anon! Thank you for supporting my fics and I'm glad you like them so much :)

I have decided to keep requests open for these prompts until September 1st!

So send in a request if you have an idea!

I think I may do prompts every month, but I'm not sure yet lol.

#the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade #johnny cade imagine #the outsiders x reader

[emo-musicvideo-imagines]

I’ve just checked your rules and the request post you made with all the quotes so I was wondering if you could write a party poison x reader with the prompts- ‘How long have you been covering this’ and ‘If I survive can I go home’. I was thinking the fic could go like, they find the hurt reader and take them to the diner but they’re stubborn and want to go home and they have an injury that they discover later on and then hopefully the reader stays with them. Or not, you can take it in whichever direction you want, I just thought that’d be a suitable story for it :)

genre: fluff to angst and back to fluff

Pairing: Party Poison x unspecified! reader,

Pov: Party Poison

Title: Define Home

Killjoy Name Used: Sky Hawk (feel free to replace if you want) 

Note: I took the prompts, slightly different story then you asked for.

It happened super quickly. Someone, just outside of the diner, took out nine or ten draculoids on their own. I reached for my gun, but the last draculoid had fallen before I even stepped outside. I wanted to speak, asked who taught them to shoot, but my voice betrayed me. Though the look on my face must have given it away.

“I’m Sky Hawk, from a small group of Killjoys next to the wall,” they pointed in the direction of Battery city, “the Animalistic Killjoys.”

“Party Poison, I’m the leader of the Fabulous Killjoys” I reached to shake their hand, “how’d you end up out here?”

“Was on a part run, my brother’s bike broke and needed a gasket,” they leaned against their own bike, “ran into these guys and got chased all the way out here, which zone is this?”

“Thirteen.”

“Holy shit,” they let out a dry laugh, “oh man, Snakeskin is gonna kill me.”

“Listen, Killjoys are meant to help each other,” I shifted on my feet, “why not stay a while, your bike looks pretty roughed up, my brother could fix it for you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” they took a shaky breath in.

“I insist, come in,” I motioned them to come inside, surprised when they did.

A little over a week later and it had already felt like Sky Hawk was one of us. And though I would never say it out loud, I found them attractive. They were tough, resilient, and actually listened to me. The boys got along with them great too, Kobra was happy to have something to work on, Jet was glad they were able to contain their stupid, that they only let out when Ghoul was around.

“Hey! I know you’re in there! I see your bike!” I loud booming voice was followed by pounding on the door.

“That would be my brother, took him long enough to come looking,” they rolled their eyes, “You could also peak in through the window dipshit!”

He threw open the door and grabbed Sky Hawk by the wrist.

“We have been looking for you for 24 hours! You scared us shitless!” My face twisted at his statement.

“Only 24 hours?” I growled lowly, not letting him walk out the door with what I would consider a new member of our team at this point.

“That’s all they’ve been gone,” Hawk’s brother raised an eyebrow.

“They’ve been here for the past week and a half,” My anger grew every second that the man in front of me struggled to find an excuse.

“He’s never paid much attention to me, it’s fine,” Hawk defended him.

“No, the fuck it isn’t,” Jet stood quickly, his height easily freaking the brother out.

“Fine, then what do I tell Snakeskin?” Hawk’s brother raised his voice.

“Tell her I’m not an animalistic anymore, I’m part of the fabulous,” they snapped, “now let me go.”

He left, stomping his feet and slamming the door. I sighed, almost missing the way Sky Hawk clutched their side and limped back to where they were sitting.

“How long have you been covering this?” I wasn’t even aware that I was the one speaking until Hawk froze and everyone else looked at me funny.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” they murmured.

“Lift your shirt then,” they knew they were stuck, lifting their shirt just enough to show a bullet wound, it had scabbed over, but looked severely infected. It was dead silent for a few moments.

“Kobra, Ghoul, leave the room, Jet, I trust you to fix this,” I attempted to keep my face stoic, trying to ignore the drop in my stomach.

Jet nodded as I followed the other two men out of the room.

“It kills you doesn’t it,” my brother whispered, catching ghoul’s attention anyway.

“What do you mean?” I grit my teeth.

“Seeing someone you care for so deeply be hurt so badly and they didn’t tell you,” he elaborated, “you’ve never been good at keeping yourself from falling hard.”

A little while later, Jet came and got me from my room.

“They want to talk to you,” was all he said before walking out. I slowly made my way to the room we had set up for them.

“Hey,” their eyes were red, “’m sorry I didn’t tell ya.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I wanted to go home, but,” they let out a sharp breath, “clearly they didn’t care, and then you guys did and-”

“Hey, it’s-” I reached for them, backing out last second, “you’re okay, just, tell me next time you’re hurt.”

I didn’t realise how close I was to them until they reached for my hand.

“Please stay with me,” they weren’t looking at me, but I nodded anyway, sitting next to them on their bed. They leaned into me carefully and squeezed their eyes shut. Not taking long before falling asleep.

#party poison x reader #party poison #killjoys #danger days #true lives of the fabulous killjoys #gerard way x reader #gerard way #mcr gerard

[commander-krios]

24 touches prompts: Foreheads pressed together, a silent way to say “I’m here” for anyone who speaks up

Thank you! I ended up using this for an unexpected pairing. Joker from Mass Effect and an OC of mine, who ends up being his boyfriend for a few years in pre-canon.

~~~

Jeff closed his eyes, ignoring the words on the datapad in his hands, trying to remember what it was he’d been reading. Something about pilot terminal data or black boxes or… he didn’t even know anymore. His brain had turned to mush hours ago from all of the information. But that wasn’t why he was sitting there on the couch, staring at the wall of his apartment.

Aurora’s message flashed in his mind: Finished N7. Just wanted to let you know. Ceremony is on Arcturus in a few weeks. If you want to come, I can send you an invite. I hope you’re doing alright, Jeff. I miss you.

Should he bother to respond? He hadn’t spoken to her in the last few years. An occasional message would find its way from her to him, mostly redacted by the Alliance depending on what she was doing. She was a big shot in the military, a Lieutenant Commander and apparently now an N7. He didn’t even know why she messaged him anymore.

With a sigh, he placed the datapad on the couch beside him, running his hands over his face. He should probably go to bed, he had to leave for Arcturus in the morning, his newest assignment and CO waiting to debrief him and introduce him to the crew and ship. Then they’d be shipping out for months, sleeping in an overcrowded bunk with communal showers and nosy ensigns. 

Instead of moving, he leaned into the cushions, trying to will his mind to stop spinning from the studying. Too much information with too little rest and then add on the emotional response he had to Aurora’s name flashing in his inbox, he was wiped out.

Fuck, he thought he was past the burning anger.

“Hey.”

Jeff’s gaze slid to find his boyfriend hovering in the doorway, long dark hair pulled out of his face, green eyes peering out of a lightly tanned face covered in freckles. The man who had snuck up on him years ago, who stole his heart before he even realized it. John Riggs was a man unlike any he’d ever known.

“Hey, you.” He replied, patting the cushion next to him in invitation. “Did I wake you?”

John shook his head, but the dark circles beneath his eyes betrayed him. He stifled a yawn before padding barefoot over to where Jeff waited. Then he collapsed onto the couch, throwing his feet on the coffee table in front of them… where the stacks of datapads waited, mocking him.

“You leave in a few hours. You sure you don’t want to get some sleep before then?” John absentmindedly brushed his fingers through Jeff’s shaggy hair and he closed his eyes at the touch, thinking about how much he was going to miss this. 

“I’d rather sit here with you. I can sleep on the shuttle.” Jeff wanted to do more than sit, but he was exhausted. John was right, of course, he should sleep. That was the smart thing to do.

Joker never said he was smart.

“Oh, so instead of sleeping, you’ll just make me listen to your complaints about how much your back hurts on our first vid call?” John chuckled, leaning closer to run his lips over Jeff’s unshaven face. “Now that’s true love.”

Jeff’s heart clenched at those words, knowing that during their many years as friends and the last two as a couple, that was one thing he hadn’t managed to utter. One of many things he needed to make up for. Clearing his throat, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It gave him a moment to gather his thoughts, to not make a complete idiot of himself.

 “I do, you know?”

John hummed, raising an eyebrow at him. Silence stretched between them before the words slipped from his mouth.

“I love you.”

John’s eyes lit up, a dazzling kaleidoscope of moss green and sky blue. He leaned in seconds later, pressing a soft kiss against Jeff’s lips. 

Despite the gentleness, it stole his breath from his lungs, leaving him dizzy yet yearning for more. It lasted only briefly, but John didn’t move away when the kiss ended, resting his forehead against Jeff’s. Peace existed in this small apartment on Elysium for him. A peace that he would crave no matter how far he was in the galaxy.

“I’ll be here when you get back, Jeff.” John mumbled against his lips, refusing to break contact. “Because I love you too.”

He blushed. He could feel the heat on his cheeks and neck, but he ignored it in favor of getting his fingers tangled in the mess of John’s curls, pulling him as close as he could manage. John laughed lightly, crawling onto the couch and following Jeff’s lips as he laid down, pulling John nearly on top of him.

Jeff stared up at him, memorizing the look of tender adoration in John’s eyes as he hovered, dark waves cascading around his face like a waterfall. He always saw the stars whenever John looked at him.

Sometimes he still didn’t know what it was that John saw in him.

Maybe it was the exhaustion or the message from Aurora, but he felt tears well up before he could stop them, before he could banish the emotion that lurked in his chest. “Why? You’re amazing and I’m just-”

With his voice breaking, Jeff closed his eyes, trying to ignore the painful lurch of his heart. 

John touched his eyelids gently, a single finger brushing the sensitive skin with featherlight caresses.. “Look at me, Jeff.”

Fighting the urge to say the hell with you and shun the request, Jeff pulled air through his nose, trying to push away the fear that clawed itself around his heart. The initial reaction was difficult to parse, but he was learning. Not everything was fight or flight anymore.

When he finally pried his eyes open, John was watching him fondly, his lips curling in a grin that always set Jeff aflame. His breath caught in his lungs as John leaned closer, a soft kiss touching his cheek. 

“I hope you meant to say something positive about yourself,” John murmured, lips trailing along his jaw before he paused at the curve of Jeff’s lips. “You are the most wonderful man I’ve ever met, Jeff Moreau. You need to stop selling yourself short.”

John laid a kiss on each corner of his mouth, his chin, before settling against his lips softly. 

There was no denying how hot John was (another reason he questioned their relationship nearly daily), but his tenderness, his sincerity, the love that he radiated with a smile, Jeff knew he was the luckiest man in the fucking galaxy.

“Hard to do around you.”

John chuckled, sitting up and bringing Jeff with him. He ended up settling onto John’s lap, arms wrapping around him. “I’m doing my job then.”

With a contented sigh, Jeff rested his head on John’s chest, snuggling into the warm and safe embrace of one of the only people he could count on. John held him close, and Jeff memorized everything about him: the smell of sea salt and lemon of his cologne, the strength of his arms as they held him, the constellations of freckles that marked the map of his skin, the soft ginger hair that trailed down his chest to his shorts. He lazily ran his hand down John’s chest, feeling his eyelids grow heavy.

He didn’t want to sleep, he had too much to do before 0500 came, but maybe he could rest here for a little while.

#my writing #storyknitter #writing prompts #mass effect #mass effect fanfic #jeff joker moreau #john riggs #oc: john riggs #jeff joker moreau x oc #oc x jeff joker moreau

[football-and-fanfics]

Red card - Darwin Nunez

Who: Darwin Nunez Prompt: "What is going on in that head of yours?" Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of anger, shame and guilt. A/N: this is set just after Darwin got sent off in Liverpool's game against Crystal Palace.

It wasn't often that Klopp had to watch one of his players get sent off, especially not for a violent misconduct like headbutting an opponent, and he was anything but pleased about it. Or better said: he was quite ready to skin Darwin alive. After the final whistle sounded, Klopp just took the time to thank the refereeing team, before stomping back to their dressing room. He even had the feeling that the rest of the team was purposely delaying going back there, because every single member on this team knew what was going to go down in the dressing room now. "You..." Klopp growled angrily, making straight for Darwin. The young striker looked up, wide-eyed. He immediately jumped to his feet and backed away from Klopp a little in fright. The coach looked absolutely livid, and Darwin feared he himself might get headbutted by the German as a retaliation. "What is going on in that head of yours?!" The anger dripped from each and every one of Klopp's words. The coach was getting way too close for comfort. "I..." Darwin stammered, suddenly feeling very small. His initial anger over the red card, had already made way for shame and guilt over his actions. "I lost control." "I am not accepting that!" Klopp now yelled into Darwin's face. "Fix what you need to fix to never let this happen again, because next time I won't be so forgiving!" Darwin quickly shook his head, his breath hitching slightly in fright. "It won't. I promise you it won't ever happen again." "It better not," Klopp spoke through clenched jaws. "Now get changed and go home, but we'll surely be discussing this further tomorrow." Before Darwin could say anything else, Klopp had already turned on his heels and stalked away again, leaving the Uruguayan alone in the dressing room once more. Darwin hung his head, and slowly sank down on the nearest bench. He rested his face in his slightly trembling hands. Klopp's outburst had thoroughly frightened him, and he would surely think twice in the future about setting another toe out of line. The shame and guilt of his actions today, made him want to disappear into a hole in the ground. Tears were very near the surface, but he was still somewhat able to hold them back. He savored the last few moments he still had alone, before the entire team would come stampeding back in. And that was not a moment he was looking forward to... "You'll be okay." Darwin startled as Pepijn Lijnders suddenly stood in front of him. He hadn't heard the assistant coach come in at all. Lijnders smiled down at him in a friendly and reassuring way. "Jurgen's outbursts can be... quite something." "I deserve it," Darwin mumbled brokenly, "I made a big mistake today." "I can't deny that," Lijnders agreed, "but you'll be fine. Jurgen is all about second chances, so he'll find a way to work this out with you." Darwin took a deep breath. In the distance he could already hear the first of his teammates coming down the tunnel and back into the dressing room. Lijnders shortly rested a hand on Darwin's shoulder. He could see the hint of fear in the young man's eyes. Not only Klopp and the team would have thing or two more to say about what happened today, but also the media would be having a field day with this. "You're in for a rough 24 hours," Lijnders said honestly, "but, please, don't let it discourage you. Your time will come to show everyone your worth." "Thank you," Darwin answered softly. He appreciated Lijnders' kind words to him, but he would indeed be in for a hard time. He knew he had done this all to himself, but he surely wasn't looking forward to the coming days.

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[hummingbird-of-light]

No. 11 “All the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed.” (captivity)

(Continuation to Prompt 6)

~

He had waited for someone to come and help them for far too long, but apparently no one knew where their captors' hiding place was. And slowly but surely McCoy was losing all of his hope.

His eyes fell onto Chapel who was lying on the old mattress next to his. Her face was pale and there were dark rings beneath her eyes. She had really needed the sleep.

McCoy moved his hand across and gently ran it through his friend's hair. He needed to feel her close, needed to know that she was actually there.

Sometimes he wished for her to be his imagination. If she wasn't real, then at least he'd know that she wasn't in this with him; that she was safe and sound. But then again, he was glad that he wasn't alone in this hell. It was good to have someone at his side to keep his spirits up.

McCoy let out a heavy sigh. What was taking Jim and the others so long? Why couldn't they find the two of them? Why didn't they come and save them?

The sound of footsteps echoing through the hallway made the doctor's heart skip a beat and he quickly sat up.

Who was there? Was it one of their kidnappers who wanted to check on the progress they were making? Or was it maybe - just maybe - the help they had been waiting for for so long?

McCoy's eyes were fixed on the door and when it opened, his heart sank. Of course. Of course it was that bastard of a boss.

"Good evening, doctor. How are you?"

He tried his best not to spit out a spiteful comment when he heard his captor’s playful voice. The man grinned down at him.

"Oh, I'm fine. Everything's just perfect."

He couldn't keep the sarcastic tone from his voice and his counterpart chuckled while he knelt down in front of McCoy.

"Good, good. And..."

The man's eyes fell onto the sleeping nurse and he smirked.

"How's the pretty Miss Chapel?"

Their captor reached out one hand to touch Chapel, but McCoy reacted instantly, grabbing his wrist tightly.

"Don't touch her!"

The doctor's glare said more than a thousand words and slowly his counterpart retracted his hand.

"Of course, doctor. As you wish."

McCoy let go of the man's wrist, but his eyes stayed fixed on him. He would watch every movement.

"You see, I only came by to tell you about the deadline."

The doctor felt his chest tightening at the words and his pulse started to race. He should have known it. He should have known that it would come to this sooner or later. So he tried to keep a steady face.

"Deadline?"

The boss got to his feet and walked over to McCoy and Chapel’s working place they had set up. He eyed everything.

"Me and my team, we have a plan to follow. And for that plan to work, we need that virus. So... I want it finished by tomorrow evening."

McCoy's eyes widened and he stumbled to his feet.

"What the- I'm a doctor not a magician! What you want is impossible!"

He didn't manage to keep his voice quiet, yet for some reason Chapel didn't wake up. A strange feeling filled the pit of the doctor's stomach. And it only worsened when he heard his captor's next statement.

"Is it? Well, too bad. Then I guess your friend won't wake up again."

For a moment, McCoy stopped breathing and his eyes rested on Chapel. He shook his head in disbelief.

From the corner of his eye, he saw his counterpart holding up a small flask.

"Poison. She only has 24 hours left. And she only gets the antidote when you finish your job."

The food! They must have poisoned her ration!

McCoy could feel his hands clench to fists and he gritted his teeth in anger.

“You bastard!”

Everything they had done to him. All the torture they had put him through. All the bruises they had inflicted on his body. It was nothing against the psychological pain they were causing him by hurting his friend.

“Tick tock, your time is running, doctor. You better continue your work right away.”

With a malicious smile on his face, their captor left the room, leaving behind a scared and hopeless McCoy.

He needed to work faster. Or else everything was lost.

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #lyric #All the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed. #captivity #star trek #fanficfion #major character injury #poisoning #swearing #kidnapping #dr. leonard mccoy #christine chapel

[espithewarlock]

Just read "I'll let you give it to me" and ohhhh my God that was so good? And so hot? Your brain >>>>>

Actually speechless

Hello! Thank you for the ask and double thank you for the compliment!! I actually have a lot to say on the matter, so forgive me for using your ask to do it.

So I'm going to be perfectly honest and admit that I'll Let You Give It To Me, despite being a PWP, was a struggle to finish. I started writing it almost immediately after posting Croissants in Abu Dhabi and was finally able to pick it back up and finish it this weekend.

Part of the reason I set it down was because I got distracted writing other things (Baker!Pierre & 1016 Week prompts were happening around that time) and the other part is due to the comments I was getting on I’ve Got a Feeling That I’m Not Complete Anymore.

They were, to put it bluntly, mean.

There was about 24 hours that I spent crying on & off about them and I couldn't write a word of anything for 2 weeks. (That's not an exaggeration.)

The problem was, the comments weren't wrong. The commenters were mad about actions the characters were taking and, unfortunately, directing that anger at me, the author. (I haven't deleted any of those comments by the way, so they can be read on AO3.)

The characters that I wrote into that fic...they're far from perfect. Pierre is more than a little selfish and inconsiderate, Charles is definitely an enabler and has his own selfish moments, and Max is completely hypocritical about what he wants.

I wanted to write about a messy relationship and...well...I did.

That's why I haven't deleted the comments. They're correct on multiple fronts. I just wish those commenters had the presence of mind to consider the impact their harsh words would have on me. (Recognizing that this is a selfish request on my part but, well, it is my writing.)

They're supposed to be mad at the characters, they're supposed to want better for them, and they're supposed to see how those characters try and improve themselves, even if it isn't perfect.

I don't know about anyone else, but I think perfection in relationships is a) impossible and b) boring.

I'd also be remiss if I didn't thank the wonderful, amazing, @duquesademiel for being incredible. She dedicated an entire day to reading my fic and, essentially, live reacting to it in my DMs. (Plus, she left the most amazing comment on the final chapter that makes me 🥰)

That completely reignited my love for this universe and helped convince me to finish what I had started with this PWP.

So, yeah, this was just a smutty little one-shot for most people. For me, this is an accomplishment. I was able to set aside the negative comments and write something that brings me joy.

Hearing that it brought other people joy too is, as Max would put it, simply lovely. So thank you for taking time out of your day not just to read it, but to come here and tell me you enjoyed it. Positive comments and feedback like yours help motivate me to keep writing, and to keep improving my writing. 💚

#Espi answers asks! #Espi likes to ramble about her writing #'Shatter and Shimmer' as a series is 84k words #of course I have a lot to say about it #and it's by far my most popular in terms of hits kudos and comments by sheer number #so I know that other people enjoyed reading it too #but sometimes one or a few negative comments can be so discouraging #so I love every single one of you who takes the time to leave positive comments on ANY fic (not just mine) #especially you sol if you're lurking in my tags #sol gets warm blankets and hugs instead of soup

[sassydefendorflower]

Whumptober 2022 Masterpost

(you can find warnings for each fic on ao3 - click at your own discretion)

Day 1: A Little Bit Out Of The Ordinary - Stargate SG-1 / FMAB

A typical day for Jack O’Neill - a very shitty day for Edward and Alphonse Elric.

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Day 2: Confrontation - DCU / Batman

Robin!Tim finds an injured Red Hood, now he has to decide whether or not he will save the man who hurt him.

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Day 3: Impaled - FMAB

Edward gets impaled in Baschool - Winry and Alphonse find him.

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Day 4: Waking Up Disoriented - DCU / Batman

Damian and Dick get kidnapped, only this time Damian is the only one who can protect them both.

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Day 5: Running Out Of Air - FMAB

While working under Führer King Bradley, Riza slowly suffocates on the reality of her situation.

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Day 6: I’ve Got A Pulse - DCU / Batman

Damian disappearing in the middle of a stakeout brings back traumatic memories for Dick. 

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Day 7: Shaking Hands/Silent Panic Attack - FMAB

On a visit in Resembool, Winry confronts some of her childhood bullies - it goes worse than anticipated.

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Day 8: Back From The Dead - FMAB

Roy finds out what happened to Edward up in the North - neither he nor Riza knew the boy had died.

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Day 9: Caught In A Storm - DCU / Batman

Cassandra Cain is afraid of storms, but that doesn’t mean she won’t face her fears.

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Day 10: Waterboarding - DCU / Batman

Jason and Dick join up on a case that forces one of them to get tortured in order to receive information. 

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Day 11: Makeshift Splint - DCU / New Teen Titans 

Joey Wilson and Dick Grayson go on a hike. Of course, something goes wrong.

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Day 12: Rusty Nail - FMAB

Ed’s injuries following the Promised Day are more severe than anyone could have anticipated.

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Day 13: Alt. Prompt Touch-Starved - FMAB

Alphonse Elric forgot what it felt like to be touched. He doesn’t even remember pain.

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Day 14: Die A Hero Or Live Long Enough To Become A Villain - FMAB

Heathcliff Erbe knows Roy Mustang believes the people of Ishval to be human - which is probably why it hurts so much to see him slaughter them.

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Day 15: New Scars/Lies - DCU / Batman

Nine Times Dick Told A Lie And People Noticed But Didn’t Say Anything + One Time He Told The Truth And Nobody Believed Him Anyways

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Day 16: No One’s Coming - FMAB

Instead of joining the army, Edward and Alphonse join the Eastern Liberation Front.

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Day 17: Breaking Point/Stress Position - DCU / Batman

Luthor captures Nightwing and decides to (sexually) torture him in order to hurt Superman.

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Day 18: Treading Water - FMAB

Roy and Ed go overboard while on a diplomatic mission to Xing - the only problem? Ed can’t swim.

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Day 19: Enough is Enough - DCU / Batman

Fed up with Bruce’s easy dismissal of Damian, Dick tries to work through his own guilt by confronting him - using his fists, of course.

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Day 20: Prisoner Exchange - FMAB

Edward gets kidnapped. The condition for his safe return? Riza Hawkeye.

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Day 21: Take Me Instead - FMAB

Ed and Al return to the Tucker residence late at night to check up on Nina - they find Scar instead.

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Day 22: Drug Withdrawal - Teen Wolf

Three months after the Nogitsune, Stiles wakes up on the other side of town with no idea how he got there.

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Day 23: Hold Him Down - DCU / Batman

After being hit with an unknown toxin, Bruce and Jason try their best to restrain Dick without hurting him.

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Day 24: Blood Covered Hands - FMAB

Winry and Paninya volunteer as first responders after a train accident - it’s not just strangers waiting for them in the destruction.

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Day 25: Lost Voice - FMAB

Riza loses her voice. How is she supposed to be Roy’s eyes when she can’t tell him about the world around him?

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Day 26: Why Did You Safe Me? - DCU / Batman

The Red Hood reveals himself just to save Batman’s life - neither of them quite sure why he did it.

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Day 27: Magical Exhaustion - DCU / Batman

Dick Grayson is very tired - he doesn’t quite understand why his family just won’t let him rest.

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Day 28: Anger Born Out Of Worry - FMAB

The assassination attempt was expected, the fact that Edward Elric was the last one standing was not. 

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Day 29: Sleep Deprivation - DCU / Batman

Nine-year-old Dick Grayson can’t sleep - Bruce is learning how to be responsible for someone else.

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Day 30: Please Don’t Touch Me/ Alt. Prompt Crutches - FMAB

The first time Ed loses his automail leg, he is suddenly forced to confront a world which views him differently because of his disability. 

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Day 31: You Can Rest Now - DCU / Batman

Mortally wounded, with no one but Bruce for company, Dick and his dad take a walk down memory lane.

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✨31 Days of fics later and we finally did it! Whumptober is finished and completed! Thank you all for reading and enjoying the whump I could share with you this year! ✨

Some extra stats:

Word Count Total: 166,003

Longest Fic: The People’s Alchemist - 14,964

Shortest Fic: a queen’s anguish - 1,312

Average Word Count: 5,355

And of course my Ao3 Account and the Collection I put it all in ❤❤❤

#whumptober2022 #masterpost #completionist #batman #fma brotherhood #fmab #fma #teen wolf #dick grayson #fic rec #my writing

[twwpress]

Weekly Press Briefing #35: February 19th - February 25th

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from February 19 - February 25, 2023! Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing!

Challenges/Prompts:

The following is a roundup of open challenges/prompts. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

@thefinestmuffin and @JessBakesCakes hosted a casual Josh/Donna Rom Com Fest that revealed fics on February 14. Submissions are still open and fics can be read here. 

Photos/Videos:

Here’s what was posted from February 19 - February 25.

Amy Landecker posted a video of her and Brad walking their dogs in the rain.

Bradley Whitford posted a photo of a note he received on a flight referencing his role on The Handmaid’s Tale.

Bradley Whitford posted pictures and video from the set of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit to promote his appearance on the show’s episode that aired on February 23. 1 | 2

Bradley Whitford posted a video of Amy Landecker’s appearance on Law and Order: Special Victims Unit.

Bradley Whitford posted a photo of Amy Landecker and their pets.

Josh Malina posted a photo of himself at rehearsals for Leopoldstat on Broadway.

Josh Malina posted a photo of himself in front of the sign for Leopoldstat.

Marlee Matlin posted photos of her appearance on Law and Order: Special Victims Unit and thoughts on the passing of Richard Belzer.

Marlee Matlin posted a photo of herself getting more tattoos.

Rob Lowe posted a photo of himself and his dog.

Donna Moss Daily: February 19 | February 20 | February 21 | February 22 | February 23 | February 24 | February 25

Daily Josh Lyman: February 19 | February 20 | February 21 | February 22 | February 23 | February 24 | February 25

No Context BWhit:  February 19 | February 20 | February 21 | February 22 | February 23 | February 24 | February 25

@janelmilfoney: February 20 | February 21 |February 24 (1) | February 24 (2) 

@schiff0rd: February 19

@JanneyUpdates: February 23 (1) | February 23 (2)

Edits/Artwork:

#JOSHDONNA: hey Stephen (hey donna, Josh’s version) by somethingbuffy [VIDEO EDIT]

This Week in Canon:

Welcome to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run.

Season 1, Episode 16: 20 Hours in L.A. aired on February 23, 2000.

Season 2, Episode 15: Ellie aired on February 21, 2001.

Season 4, Episode 16: The California 47th aired on February 19, 2003.

Season 5, Episode 15: Full Disclosure aired on February 25, 2004.

Season 6, Episode 16: Drought Conditions aired on February 23, 2005.

Editors’ Choice: 

This week we’re rounding up some fics to celebrate the air date of Drought Conditions!

Distraught Conditions by HarmonyLover | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | A continuation of the closet scene in episode 6.16, "Drought Conditions." What if Donna and Josh had been able to talk out their anger right then and there?

When You Need a Friend by nalaa | Rated T | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete | After David's death, Toby goes to New York to be with his family. He told his friends that he didn't want them there. Would CJ really leave him to go through all that alone (as it was shown in the episode)?

 Take Five by coffeeplease [archived by westwingfanfictioncentral_archivist] | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Post-ep for Drought Conditions, scenes we didn't see.

 Keeping It Together by HarmonyLover  | Rated T | Josh Lyman & Sam Seaborn | Complete | Sam gets an unexpected call from Josh.

(Or, after his fight with Toby, Josh calls Sam.)

 If it Takes All the Future, We'll Live Through the Past by GinnyK | Not Rated | Josh Lyman, Donna Moss, C. J. Cregg, Toby Ziegler, Jed Bartlet | Complete | Long forgotten post ep for Drought Conditions I found on my hard drive.

From the White House to the campaign fundraiser, Donna tries to help Josh and Toby work through things after their fight in Toby's office. During the process she tries to deal with some of her own things too.

 Fics:

Presenting your weekly roundup of fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own. If you are so inclined, please be sure to leave the authors some love in the form of kudos or comments. Be mindful of posted warnings/tags for each story.

Josh/Donna

I Wish I Was by Shinyrosa | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

The Wedding Date by Chinesepapercut | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

we finally got it all right by mikaylawrites | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

an everlasting love by sam_writes_fics | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

if devotion is a river then i’m floating away by flowersinapril | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

and i'll love you more than anybody can by JessBakesCakes | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

Rapid Fire by spooky_spacegirl | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

don’t talk (put your head on my shoulder) by flowersinapril | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

don’t by lunedecroissant | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Inevitability by spooky_spacegirl | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

this year’s love by hanyolo | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

and i would give all this (and the good place too) by hanyolo | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

The Chain On Your Neck by TemperanceCain for JessBakesCakes | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

CJ/Danny

The Goal For Which We Long by onekisstotakewithme for daylight_angel, miabicicletta, Luppiters | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | Complete

still you never took your hand from mine by Luppiters for mia bicicletta, onekisstotakewithme, theoofoof, French_Fries_59 | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | Complete

 Other Pairings/Gen Fic

Wait For Me by imperfectirises | Rated M | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress

it started off with a kiss... now it ended up like this by imawkwardlysoc | Rated G | Sam Seaborn/Original Female Character | In Progress

The Race by Goochie0014 | Rated T | No Pairings Listed | Complete

 Multiple Pairings

The Best of Wives and Best of Women by DeborahSampson1776 | Rated T | Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn, Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet, Zoey Bartlet/Charlie Young, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Cliff Calley/Donna Moss, Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, Amy Gardner/Josh Lyman | In Progress

Building Love, Building A Future by mlea7675 (Judging Amy crossover) | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Helen Santos/Matt Santos | Complete

Not Quite the Parent Trap by eowyn_of_rohan | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn | In Progress

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Feel free to let us know if we missed something, if you have an event you’d like us to promote, or if you have an item that you’d like included in the next briefing!

xx, What’s next?

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[pansexualbitch12]

Here is a prompt list sfw style

1. resting your head gently on their shoulder

2. them running their fingers through your hair

3. constant physical touch to feel safe

4. being an expert in teasing the other

5. seeking eye contact

6. understanding each other without words

7. recognizing the sound of their steps

8. moulding perfectly into each other's arms

9. knowing their answer before they say anything

10. kisses on the cheek when they leave the room

11. arguing about minor disagreements

12. having a fight with just looks

13. being annoyed by the tiniest things

14. being unable to be mad for a long time

15. feeling more at ease when the other is by their side

16. always talking about their s/o in front of others

17. watching their oblivious s/o lovingly so they can try to fulfil their wishes

18. holding hands when sitting next to each other

19. brushing through the other's hair while talking

20. trying to make them laugh

21. absurd terms of endearment

22. developing own terms for everything

23. cancelling their schedule just to spend time with them

24. sharing tasks

25. letting out their anger in front of them

26. feeding each other their food

27. making a mental list of everything that happened over the day that they want to share with them

28. kissing to make them stop talking

29. gifts as an apology

30. doing something silly to cheer them up

31. accepting & living with their quirks

32. always pointing out certain annoying behaviour

33. adopting some of their manners

34. knowing where they're most ticklish

35. asking them for advice/help

36. 'your problem is my problem'

37. feeling bad when the other is having a hard time

38. kissing them goodbye in the morning

39. craving their company after a stressful day

40. snuggling up to them at night

Here some nsfw prompts:

1. "Let me see those eyes."

2. "Open your mouth for me."

3. "Please kiss me."

4. "Use your words."

5. "Tell me what you want."

6. "You look so good beneath me."

7. "You can take it."

8. "I can take it.»

9. "You take me so well."

10. "Spread your legs wider."

11. "Louder. Let me hear you."

12. "Keep your eyes on me."

13. "Touch yourself."

14. "Do you want my fingers?"

15. "I can't get enough of you."

16. "You taste so good."

17. "Hands behind your back."

18. "Swallow.»

19. "You are doing so well."

20. "Breathe through your nose."

21. "Don't hold back."

22. "Show me how much you need me."

23. "Say my name."

24. "You can do better than that."

25. "Does that feel good?"

26. "I want you to ruin me."

27. "Do you think you deserve this?"

28. "I want to have my way with you."

29. "Touch me there. Right there."

30. "I will never get enough of you."

[tialinffxiv]

FFXIV Write 2023 prompt #24: Sparring (free choice)

He warned him…

Asked to be careful and remember who he was dealing with…

And yet, Kult still treated this as entertainment, ever pushing further with how far he could go with teasing the “Alpha”- to throw him off balance, disturb his focus. For fun.

A risky game when you deal with fire.

Even more dangerous when they both were already tired with the now few hours long sparring and annoyed to their limits- it was but a matter of time for something stupid and actually harmful to slip out his lips, while he wiped blood from them- one of the hits already found it’s target but it was not enough of an alarm to step back.

Kai couldn’t recall what was the line that broke the deal, focused way more on the dreadful effect it had: how the air seemed to get thicker, warmer. He swallowed slowly, realizing the source of the pressure being Kult’s opponent. It seemed to get darker- or was it just his vision getting blurry in a hit of panic, while he was watching from the side as this training took the very wrong turn.

Dark blue flames flashed on the man’s arm. His eyes were glowing with fury. It wasn’t a growl anymore- but a thunder echoing in the air around them.

Kai froze in place as the first hit missed Kult just barely; flames following the impact licked on his shoulder.

In a flash came another punch- before he could regain his balance, Kult was thrown on the ground by its force.

Next one would–

There was no time to think- not that he could with Adam’s yell filling his mind. At least they were perfectly in sync in what he was yelling about.

“STOP!!”

Azure flames flashed together with the blow of the hit- but it didn’t reach the target. Not the one he was aiming for.

Black wings cut through the air, spreading rapidly at the moment of impact and disappeared just as fast- or was it just Bluey’s eyes tricking him as the blinding rage took over? He blinked and gazed straight into a pair of amber eyes piercing him with furious glare. His arm locked in a steel grasp that blocked his hit.

How could that be…

“Enough…” Kai gasped and swayed on his feet in front of the stunned man. The orange hue of his eyes slowly turned back to gray, as he collapsed onto Bluey, who managed to snap out of the shock and catch him, accompanied by Kult jumping back up on his feet.

“What… what the hells just happened…”

“As if I know…” Bluey frowned, trying to process what he just saw and shake off the remains of anger surging through his veins but a moment ago. “Doesn’t matter- let’s take him home first. And… call Rhanmai if you can find him. I need him to check something...”

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv #ff14

[kim-seung-mo]

hi! i love your writing so much! could i request when their s/o who doesn't really vent or complain much finally breaks down? how would skz comfort them? 🥺

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝔻𝕠𝕨𝕟

or…stray kids reacting to when their s/o who doesn't complain finally breaks down

♩ g/n!reader, hurt and comfort, mostly angst and a little fluff at the end, a lot of crying

♩♩ word count: 2.3k (yeah it's a bit longer than normal hcs)

♩♩♩ A/N: I basically wrote a whole fic on this for chan so I'm just gonna leave a link to that for him

prompt list here (or you can request ur own)

(don't ask me why some (felix) of these are wayyy longer than others...I just got really carried away lol)

Chan

this chan one-shot I wrote pretty much is exactly this prompt but even more pain (?) so if you want a "break-up then getting back together" with a lot of crying, go ahead and read it! If not, here's a shortened version:

He wasn't someone who would take advantage of your patience, or test it.

But stress could sometimes turn his head.

He hasn't slept well for many days consecutively.

From what his members told you, he didn't seem to be eating properly either.

Today you were a little worried and brought along food you made to the studio, but was scolded by him in front of Changbin and Jisung.

You couldn't stand his reaction, but in order not to let him lose face in front of members, you held back your anger and left his studio in disappointment.

He would immediately notice his fault and properly admit his fault to you.

When he saw you crying, he was about to fall to his knees and slap himself in front of you.

"Don't cry, baby, I know I was wrong, it's all my fault… It's my fault, I shouldn't have spoken to you as I did …… Everything you did was for my own good, how could I not cherish you? I'm just… the worst boyfriend ever ……"

You weren't going to be continuously angry at him either, after all, who could stay angry at Chan?

It's just that for the next many days he'd be extra cautious.

Constantly promising you that he'll never throw his temper on you ever again.

Minho

If Chan never tests your boundaries… All I can say is that Minho tries your boundaries 24/7.

At least, it felt like it.

Sometimes you even felt like he might not love you very much.

(You were very wrong, he just might be the most loving person in the world. It's just unfortunate that he's a tsundere who doesn't want to, and doesn't know how to express it)

You knew he liked to tease others, not out of true malice, it was just a way for him to show closeness.

But sometimes, you still thought sometimes, unconsciously, that there was more to his words.

He sensed something off when you didn't answer him with a smile as usual.

He wanted to apologize immediately, after all, hurting you was the last thing he wanted to do.

But before he could say anything, he heard your sob.

In that moment, it was as if all rationality had left his head.

He rushed up and stopped in front of you, wanting to reach out and hug you, but hesitated.

He didn't know if you wanted his hug right now.

"I'm sorry …… I, I didn't mean it like that ……"

You heard an unprecedented level of apology in his tone.

Only after making sure you didn't reject his physical contact did he gently bring you into his arms.

"Y/N…you know the one thing I can't stand to see is you crying ……"

Changbin

Perhaps because you never really expressed that "you needed him ", he had always thought that you were a rather independent person.

You were independent, but that didn't mean you didn't need him when you were vulnerable.

When you came home today, you didn't know why, but it was as if all the stress and emotions of the past few months had come flooding back.

He was always very assertive in what he did, but at that moment he suddenly didn't know what to do.

He felt a pain in his chest, and wanted to try to do something to make you feel less sad.

He opened and shut his mouth a few times, but he couldn't get a single word out.

He had never seen you like this before, your vulnerable side, needing help.

"Y/N…you still have me, I'm right by your side ……"

In the end, that's all he came out with.

But really, just knowing that he was still there for you was enough.

As long as he could show that he cared about you and wanted to help you, it was enough.

Hyunjin

A fight with Hyunjin was essentially a one-sided complaint from him.

No, calling it a "fight" would be incorrect. After all, he was almost always the only one talking.

You had a good temper and you basically didn't argue with anyone as long as they didn't hit your no-go areas.

With Hyunjin, most of the time he would just ramble on and on, and you thought he was kind of cute when he rambled on like that.

But for some reason, you just didn't like hearing him talk like that this time.

For the first time, you got angry with him, raised your voice, and made a face he hadn't seen before.

He froze for a moment, and a feeling of frustration that came out of nowhere came over him.

He hurriedly turned away, not wanting you to see his damp eyes.

He knew it was his own fault, and that it was you who should be more in need of reassurance right now.

But he couldn't stop his disobeying tears either.

For the first time, he saw you angry, at him.

He was afraid.

You took a few deep breaths and largely eased up.

"Jinnie…? I was… I don't know what just happened to me ……"

The nearly 180cm tall man was holding his own shoulders, sniffling like a frightened little animal.

"I'm sorry ……"

You heard him whisper, so faintly that you almost didn't catch it.

"Jinnie?" "I'm sorry… I'm sorry, Y/N ……"

He turned to you and hugged you, grabbing the fabric on your back and speaking in a weepy voice.

"I'll never do it again… Don't make that face, don't get mad at me, I, I don't want to …… I don't want to see you like this, I'm scared ……"

"Don't be afraid… There's no need to be afraid. I would never do anything to hurt you or really be angry with you. And you know that, right? I love you too much ……"

Not sure how long these words were repeated later before he finally was at ease.

Jisung

You always listened to his troubles, his trivialities, his heart.

But every time it was your turn, he seemed to be busy and always had other "more important things" to do.

In your mind, things about him were the most important things.

But perhaps to him, your worries and heartfelt words weren't very important.

"I sometimes… I don't think you actually care about me much at all."

"……. What?"

When he heard you say that, he felt his heart pause.

How could you think that? What on earth did he do to make you think that way?

He thought you knew that he wouldn't be able to live at all without you.

"If you really did care about me, Jisung, why weren't you ever interested in what was going on with my life? Why do you never come to care about me when I look sad and upset?"

It was the first time he heard you say such words, the first time he heard you express your "need for care".

"It's not that… It's not like that. ….. Y/N……"

He frowned and rushed to your side to hold your face in his hands.

"I care about you, I just …… I was just so stupid, I thought you didn't say anything because you wanted to be on your own- I, I was really stupid. It's really stupid now that I think about it …… I'm sorry, I'm sorry …… I'm so awful, I ……"

If you thought Hyunjin had cried a lot, you must have never seen Jisung cry.

He canceled all his work plans that night and stayed by your side to keep you company.

You two cried like that for hours.

Felix

You didn't want to show your sad side in front of Felix.

He was your little sunshine, always smiling and making your every day better.

You thought you should give him all the good things too, not your tears or bitterness.

But what you didn't realize was that he actually took everything in stride.

Every time you held back, every time you silently sighed, it was like a small dagger stuck in his heart.

In his eyes, your behavior was as if you "did not trust him ".

After he had such thoughts, he began to distance himself from you.

And you weren't stupid, you realized within a few days that something was wrong with him.

You felt as if your little sun was starting to dim.

This only made you even more upset and confused.

You finally couldn't stand it and called out to him when he turned away immediately after seeing you.

"Did I do something wrong?"

His back trembled a little.

"Is it because I've done something wrong that you've been distancing yourself from me?"

"I distanced myself from you?" He turned back to you, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Felix?"

"Am I the one distancing myself from you, or are you the one distancing yourself from me? Y/N, you never complain to me, you don't speak your heart to me, you never rely on me! What do you want me to do if you don't show your heart to me?Y/N…I don't want to let go …… But I feel like I'm the only one in love."

You too finally couldn't help yourself. Your clenched fist trembling.

"I don't complain, I don't speak from my heart, I don't vent negative energy to you because I'm afraid it will affect you! I'm afraid you might get upset because of me …… You are already tired from your work, you don't need more burden ……"

"How can you say your business is burdensome?"

He seemed to get a little angry, walking quickly up to you to stare you in the eye.

You had calmed down somewhat when you saw his expression, but your mouth still started moving on its own.

"I want you to see only the good side of me Felix …… I do this because… Because I know deep down that I'm not worthy of-"

He didn't wait for you to finish your sentence as he immediately cupped your face and pressed his lips into yours, making you swallow back the last bit of that sentence.

Kisses with Felix were always sweet.

But this time it was bitter.

"I forbid you to say that, forever."

"You're going to rely on me and say everything to me. You will let me bear with you all the things between the two of us. I will not allow you to hold back by yourself. And you will definitely not be allowed to say ridiculous things like you don't deserve me."

"Y/N, I don't know how many times I have to say "I love you" before you believe me, but if you need 100 times, I'll say it 1000 times. If you need 1,000 times, I'll say it 10,000 times!"

He really was the sunshine that lit up your life, your little sun.

Seungmin

You were really not a person who liked to complain and thought that everything was something that could be tolerated.

Seungmin, like you, was also someone who basically didn't talk about their troubles and liked to digest them by themselves.

But lately, you really felt like the whole world was your enemy, and Seungmin was the only one on your side.

When he opened the door at night and saw you crying alone on the couch, he was absolutely frozen.

He stood still as if his brain had stopped working.

You thought he would laugh at you and take a picture of your crying face and send it to the rest of the members.

But he came and sat down next to you and hugged you silently.

He knew you were under a lot of pressure lately, from all aspects of your life.

Only when you were at home, when you were with him did you find yourself a last safe haven.

How could he possibly laugh at you at such a time?

Where you couldn't see, his eyes were reddened as well.

"It's funny, isn't it, the way I look now ……"

"Not at all."

He tightened his arm around you, trying hard to make you feel his warmth.

"Seungmin…I just feel so tired ……"

"I know, I know …… You can rest now that I'm here."

Jeongin

He was easily driven by emotions and couldn't stand seeing anyone cry.

But especially when he saw you crying, his tears literally slid down in a flash.

He knew that you like to endure stress by yourself, and he watched in silence.

It is just that he is young, and sometimes doesn't really know what to do in the face of such things.

He wanted to help you, but felt that maybe letting you alone was the right choice.

Only when you broke down like now, did he have the confidence to come to your side.

He gently stroked your back and sobbed himself, but insisted on smoothing your breath.

He rested his forehead on your back, didn't speak, simply stayed by your side.

He wouldn't initiate conversation, but if you did, he would respond to your words competently.

After you were "back to normal ", he asked you cautiously about "what I should do next time if this happens again?"

You were amused by his cute and sincere question and reached out to pet his fluffy head.

Then patiently answered each of his questions.

You asked him, too, what he wanted you to do when he was feeling upset.

He was happy that with this conversation, he got to know you a little better and felt closer to you.

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The Roll Up

pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

prompt: 11. "I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home."

warnings: smut

You walked out of the ring absolutely pissed. The match was scripted for you to win. It was supposed to be your opportunity to show how much you'd improved since your lackluster debut. Then, last minute, and without telling you, Vince changed the plan. You seemed to be his favorite jobber these days, not even good enough for the 24/7 Title. To make matters even worse, Rhea looked livid when she saw you backstage.

"What the fuck was that about?" Rhea asked. For a moment, you thought that she was angry about you losing. It made you a little happier, but then she opened her mouth again and ruined it. "Nobody, and I mean nobody has permission to touch you like that other than me."

"Rhea, she pinned me. You do that to girls all the time, you don't see me getting my panties in a bunch over it," you pointed out. It wasn't the most tactful statement, but you were over trying to use tact with her. If Rhea wanted to be jealous about Dana Brooke pinning you like that, you'd let her.

"I bet you think you're real cute letting her put her hands all over you like that. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home." It was a promise, one that told you that you were definitely in trouble. For the rest of the night, you stayed quietly by Rhea's side backstage, hoping that she wouldn't be too rough with you whenever the two of you got home. You were pretty bruised from your match, and that soreness as starting to settle in already.

Rhea let you discreetly cuddle up against her for the most part. After all, it was much easier for her to tease you if you were close to her. Rhea knew how to get to you, not that you minded all that much. The initial anger that Rhea had exhibited when you came back from your match told you that the usual foreplay was not at the forefront of her mind. These little touches and kisses would suffice until she got you back to the bedroom to do whatever it was that she wanted to.

"On the bed," Rhea commanded. You started to move, but she grabbed your elbow to stop you before you got too far. "Take your clothes off for me first. You won't need them anymore tonight."

"Not even after?" you asked. Rhea shook her head, very confident in her ability to keep you warm later in the night. The two of you made your way to the bedroom, Rhea following the trail of clothing that you left behind. Inside the bedroom, she stood in front of you fully clothed. It made your pulse race a little, but not in a nervous way. There wasn't any room to be nervous with Rhea looking at you the way she was.

"Lay down," Rhea told you. Wordlessly, you complied and laid yourself down on the bed for her. Rhea pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it behind her. You could see the subtle way her chest moved as she breathed. Silently, you counted the breaths she took until Rhea distracted you. "Hey, it's okay. You can trust me. It's not you I was ever angry with."

"And if you were, we wouldn't be doing this. I know everything's okay," you told her. Rhea pressed a couple of gentle kisses to your lips as she ran her hands up your legs. Your breath hitched a little, but caught fully in your throat when she pushed your thighs up, effectively putting you in her pin position.

"It's so easy to just slip my fingers inside of you like this. And I bet that when she had you like that, she was thinking the same thing. Nobody gets to touch you like this except for me, right?" Rhea wasn't usually so possessive, but you could see the insecurity in her eyes. It was hidden, but with enough searching you had found it.

"Nobody except for you," you promised. Rhea's lips met yours in a passionate kiss as her fingers curled inside of you. You clung to Rhea the best you could in your position as she thrust her fingers in and out of you. You could feel your body begin to cramp up, but you were enjoying the closeness of Rhea's body to yours too much to do anything about it. All you cared to do was close your eyes and let yourself relax as Rhea worked to make you cum. "Ugh, fuck."

"Um, I'm sorry?" Rhea's head whipped around as you stretched yourself out.

"No, it's not what you did. Just, next time, let's make sure I'm a lot closer than that before you fold me in half and lay on me. It was sort of nice though, having you so close," you said. Rhea yawned and nodded, deciding that sounded like a good idea. Obviously, she hadn't thought about the position being overly uncomfortable before she had made the decision. You were glad that Rhea had followed through and held you the whole time.

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