#this broke my heart to write

[alexthevillan]

I saw you needed something to write (relatable) so I present to you ✨️my idea✨️

okay so like mikey x reader (platonic, hurt/comfort) where the reader makes lots of jokes about their anxiety, depression, etc. and it gets mikey very concerned

then at some point reader has a breakdown because of their anxiety/depression/etc, and mikey gives reader comfort

I tried to make this general to allow for creativity, but here you go

BOOKIE THIA IS GONNA MAKE ME CRRRYYYY NOOOOO!! HOW DARE YOUUUUUU?!/j Besides that!! I will get right to writing your request! Here we go!

¡¡TRIGGER WARNING!!

《This fic. will contain talks about depression and self hate! If you are ever feeling these things or ever think this about yourself, please talk to someone! It doesn't have to be me but please take care of yourself!! ^3^》

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You frowned as you looked at your reflection. The thoughts that you despised threatened to rear their ugly head before someone called you.

"Y/n! We're back!"

"We also have pizza!"

You shook your head, seemingly to get rid of the thoughts before they appeared and plaster a smile on your face. Walking out of the bathroom, you found your brother's bantering in the kitchen. Letting the smile fall to something more manageable, you walked in.

"Y/n!! My bestie!!"

Mikey called out to you joyously. Sitting down beside him, you smiled at him softly. He was like your twin....So why couldn't you tell him how you felt...? You gently shook your head to rid the thoughts that plagued your mind and gave him a smaller smile. "Hey Mikey..."

He smiled brightly at you before handing you a piece of pizza. "Here ya go! Eat up sib sib.", he said afterwards. Leaning against him you sighed, "Man. My dumbself forgot it was pizza night. Guess it's on me, the joke!", you said with a slight giggle, kind of forgetting where you were as you let the horrid thoughts come back.

Felling eyes on you, you looked up and saw Mikey staring at you with a sad expression. You sat back up quickly and gave him a wobbly smile. "I'll be back, hon. Alright? Just goin to get something!", you say getting up, not letting him utter out a word as you jogged to your room.

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Pulling your hair, your eyes darted around. 'Why would I say that?! Now Mikey probably knows!!', you thought as you squeezed your eyes shut. Trying to fight off your tears, you shook your head as the nasty thoughts came back.

'Why would you do that?'

".....n?..."

'He probably already knew and just didn't say anything...'

.....

'Probably cause he hates you! I know I do!'

".../n...!"

'You are worthless! Honestly, I don't see how they put up with you..'

"Y.../N...!?"

'It would be better if you never even!!-'

"Y/N!!"

Hearing his shout, you breathed in a sigh as the thoughts finally stopped. Feeling hands grab yours, you let go of your hair and opened your eyes in surprise.

"....mikey....?"

You say softly, finally letting the tears fall as you outright sobbed. Your face scrunched up as you pulled against his hands. "Let go Mikey! I'm not worth this! Let go!", you say as you yank and pull.

You're stopped short, however when you're pulled into his plastron. "...Why...why would you think that?...", Mikey asked as he hugged you tightly. "..I...I....I'm so sorry mike...", you sobbed out as you kept trying to pull away.

"...I think you're pretty worth it y/n.."

You're eyes watered as they widened, letting fresh tears fall as you hugged him back.

"There there, y/n...I've got you, sib..."

And that you did. You both sat there for what seemed like hours, as you sobbed and he held you, gently shushing you.

Wiping your eyes, you pulled back from the hug with a soft frown. "I'm sorry mike...", you said softly ad you sniffled. He smiled slightly. "Y/n, you've got nothing to apologize for!..And I get it...I hope you know your thoughts are wrong about you...but I promise I'll help you see yourself in a better light! Okay?", Mikey said as he pat your shoulder.

"Just don't run off like that again! Otherwise you'll have Doctor Delicate Touch to deal with!", Mikey said playfully as he sniffled with a pout. You stared at him with wide eyes for a moment before chuckling and shaking your head.

You tackled him in hug with a giggle. "Sure Mikey.", you said as you pulled back. Wiping your eyes with a sniffle, you looked to see him getting up off the floor. Reaching a hand out to you, he smiled. "How's about we go eat? I know I'm starving!", Mikey said with a teasing grin.

Taking his hand with a soft laugh, he pulled you up with ease. Wrapping an arm around your brother, you sighed with a smile. "Sure mike-star.", you say with a grin as you begin to pull him in the direction of your doorway.

Stopping as he stood still, you looked back to see him staring at you with a worried stare. "What's up Mike? Tell me, hon.", you asked as you turned fully to face him.

"Promise to tell me if those thoughts come back?...Please?", Mikey said as he slightly pleaded with you, having a soft pout. Smiling, you pulled him into a tight hug, like he did to you earlier.

"I promise Mikey. I promise"

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《Oh wow I hated that-》

《I hope I did Mikey justice! Never written for him before and I hope he's not to occ. *pokes fingers together nervously*》

《I seriously do hope you like this work! And if anyone wants another rottmnt writing, please go ahead and request it! I will try my best to deliver my best work! And as always, I hope you had a great day or night and hope to see you soon!》

#alex's ask's #rottmnt #rottmnt fandom #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt michelangelo #rise mikey #rise michelangelo #platonic #NOT TO BE TAKEN AS ROMANTIC #OH MY GAWD #THIS BROKE MY HEART TO WRITE #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader fluff #angst with a happy ending #light angst #angst/comfort #comfort

[spideyachilles]

AU where

Spider-man looks at Iron Man, realizing what's about to happen. Thoughts rush to Peter's head. What's he trying to do? If he does it, itll kill him! The world needs Iron Man, this can't be happening-

Peter lunges forward, right as Thanos prepares to kick Tony away, he slips the gauntlet off and puts it on. He makes eye contact with Tony, who's eyes are wide. "Peter, NO." Tony screams helplessly, his eyes welling up. Peter smiles weakly, shaking.

"The world needs you, Mister Stark." He snaps his fingers, the sound quiet but deafening. Everything stops as Thanos and his allies disintegrate. Tony watches in horror as Spider-man stumbles towards him and falls to his knees. Tony shakily follows suit, his hands trembling as he holds Peter's arms.

"Peter... hey, kid. Kid. Please, please, not again." Tony's voice trembles.

Dr. Strange walks forward, placing a gentle hand on Tony's back. "Tony..." Stephen's voice is soft, an attempt at comforting him. "It was the only w-"

Tony slaps Doctor Strange's hand away. His eyes were bloodshot, never leaving Peter's body. "Peter. Peter, not again, you cant die on me twice, kid. Please, what about your friends, they're so excited to see you, please, kid, Peter-"

Tony goes silent as he sees Peter make eye contact, his lips parting slightly. Peter's arm weakly wrapped around Tony. "Mister Stark." Peter whispered, his voice weak. "I- I'm sorry."

Tony chokes a sob as he pulls Peter's lifeless body close, hugging him as he goes limp in his arms. "Peter. Peter, you're just a kid, you idiot. Your friends- you can't-" Tony rambles, hugging the young boy tightly. He feels hopeless, sitting there in the dust. "Peter, we won." Iron Man whispers, repeating it over and over again into Peter's shoulder. "We won. We won. We won, kid, we won."

#spider-man #tony stark #iron man #irondad and spiderson #Peter parker #mcu #different universe #alternate universe #AU #what if #angst #this broke my heart to write #hope it breaks urs too :)</3 #shit angst #I want to film this ngl #raaahh might re-write later cuz honestly I dont like this too much #major character death #what if peter parker died #what if spiderman died instead of iron man #ironstrange #??? #does this count as ironstrange cuz that interact .... but like no

[love-letters-i-never-sent]

#heartbreak #i'm sad #i miss u #sadgirl #sad thinking #3 am thoughts #missing you quotes #i miss you #why do i do this to myself #the last of us #it's over #i miss him #ghost of you #moving on #sad thoughts #this hits different #3 am feelings #you broke my heart #excerpt from a book i'll never write

[thingsaredifferent-now]

#my feels #feelings #my writing #spilled heart #thoughts #my heart #relating #heart been broke so many times #heartbreak #sad thoughts #sad quotes #understanding #goodbye #my thoughts #mentally tired #mentally fucked

[melverie]

Sometimes I'm doing well, and then other times Lucifer's level 30 intimacy phone call in Nightbringer suddenly comes back to mind, and I am once again reminded how Lucifer is so utterly desperate to connect with Satan in any way. It doesn't even have to be meaningful; just having his brother despise him a tiny bit less than before would already be more than enough

And when they finally do make the tiniest, most insignficant amount of progress imaginable, Lucifer is so overjoyed about it that he ends up celebrating with a horn of Demonus......or two, maybe three... Might as well finish the bottle. Let's open another one! And another, and another, and another! We've got to celebrate tonight, after all! Hm? No, he isn't drunk MC, what a stupid question to even ask. Here, he'll drink some more just to prove it! Then after that--!

And all that because he and Satan managed to hold a conversation for a minute longer than usual

#hey so i originally got the levels mixed up. whoops #anyway #had to stop everything for an hour or two and just lie there thinking about satan & luci again #there's so much i want to talk about when it comes to the two of them bc their relationship is so fascinating #but most of the time when i try to write smth down it just comes out as “hnnngghhhh these two.....they're making me go insannnee” lol #also luci admitting in his lv25 call that satan is the only one he has problems with and that no matter what he tries nothing seems to work #broke my heart fr </3 #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #;mel's analyses

[crystalflygeo]

The dragon and the sacrificial lamb ft. eroded!Morax + gn!reader

cw/tags: angst, no joke I cried writing this, bittersweet ending, rough sex, feral/eroded zhongli, restraints (courtesy of improper use of geo as usual ehe) fingering, dubcon at first maybe??

notes: Alright this is a special one get ready. There's two "version" of this story bc I couldn't decide which path I liked more. This one is the bittersweet ending. Both stories are exactly the same at the start, changing a few word here and there but then reach a point where they divert completely in reactions/emotions and the underlying feeling of the stories are very different. They can be read independently ofc so by all means feel free to choose which tags you vibe with more or enjoy picking up the differences between both!

Dark/Bad ending version here!!

Once upon a time…

A long, long time ago…

The people of Liyue revered their beloved Archon Rex Lapis. Just and kind, he led his nation for millennia, upholding order and contracts, defeating countless enemies,a nd defending their safe harbor.

It is said the Lord of Geo took a human as partner, and fell in love deep and pure.

And his partner loved him just as much.

Willing to do anything for his sake.

It is said the God understood that even he himself was not immune to erosion, and it would one day be his downfall. So, he made sure his people were ready to live on without him. That his adepti were strong enough to subdue him if the day ever came.

As for his lover… well…

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Your bare feet crunch along the soft grass as you run and run, panting, gasping for air, almost tripping and letting out a yelp but quickly regaining balance and scurrying faster, past the falling golden ginkgo leaves, past the soft sound of rushing waters.

The golden sunset is gorgeous, dying the sky pink and orange with pastel hues but you simply ignore it, having grown tired of it, sick even. It is fake, an illusion. Just as everything else in this adeptal abode.

Everything except, of course, you and the beast you are currently fleeing from.

It is useless to try to escape, this you know, and your heart clenches painfully as tears prickle at your eyes. You’ve done this before, played this game many many times. But at least for one moment… just one moment…

A roar turns your blood to ice and against all common sense you look over your shoulder to see a massive long dragon twisting in the air and diving straight towards you.

Your legs tremble and fail you as you fall down, the grass is soft but your body aches, tired, burning. You scramble around frantically to stare at the beast again and your eyes widen in panic as it lands right on top of you, majestic and terrifying, caging you with its serpentine body. The golden claws alone are as long as your forearms, digging on the ground at either side of you.

You whimper.

The dragon lowers his head, growling at you, fangs mere inches apart and you squeeze your eyes shut, tears running down your face.

“Why do you run away from me?”

“Please… I just want some time to myself.”

“Are you not happy with me? My mate?”

At the words you only sob harder.

Mate.

Oh, how much joy did that word bring you once. And now you can only feel your heart shatter.

You feel a shift in the wind, in the energy, in the light around you, and when you open your eyes, the massive dragon has faded to a more human appearance. He changes back to the form you’re most used to.

Long strands of dark hair tipped amber, striking golden eyes with stunning red lines that highlight their sharpness, a handsome face and a muscular body with arms died black, and lines of gold… lines that run along his cheek and down his neck. Cracks, like a broken glass, like scars, under his eyes and around his chest, ruining the pristine skin and unable to disappear despite his ability to change forms.

The undeniable marks of erosion.

You snap back to attention when he dips down and starts nosing at your neck, his hands pulling at the robe you’re wearing, the only article of clothing you picked up before scurrying away from the mansion. It parts open easily, revealing your naked body to his eyes, littered in past bruises, hickeys and bite marks. Claims from the dragon.

"W-wait. Stop-!" You try to push him back, desperately pressing your palms against his broad shoulders, but of course he's unmovable as stone.

You kick and trash until he gets irritated and suddenly your arms are immobilized, held above your head and pressed onto the very ground by heavy geo cuffs.

“Submit.” He growls.

You squirm a little more until your body sags into the ground, exhausted, panting. There is no use. Instead, you shudder as his hands explore your body, rough and callous but still gentle despite his displays of power.

He spreads your legs and slots between them as your breath catches. His thumb softly brushes at a spot on your navel lovingly, a glittering geo symbol engraved on your skin there, glowing subtly like his horns. You let out a moan.

Then his touch goes lower and teases at your entrance, circling the hole and dipping in just barely.

“Z-Zhongli-!”

Another growl comes out of his throat, deep and guttural. “You dare speak another man’s name in my presence? In my realm? When you belong to me?”

You gulp, knot in your throat, mind dizzy, heart and body aching.

And then you smile. Softly. Pained.

“Morax, my love… n-not so rough, please…” You whisper.

The eroded God leans down to kiss you, swallowing your moans when his fingers tease, rub and pull at your hole, spreading you a little, preparing you. His long serpentine tongue invades your mouth as his free hand teases a nipple before sliding to settle at your hip. Your body relaxes and melts down onto the grass, pliant for him.

When you break apart, you see pure love and adoration in his golden eyes, but they no longer carry that wisdom, that solemn and dignified depth. Only a primal desire to keep you, claim you, breed you.

It’s alright…

This was your choice.

Blinking back tears, you moan and struggle a little against the restraints on your wrists, two of Morax’s fingers already pressing deep and curling inside you. You see stars when he quickly finds that spot that shoots pleasure up your spine, having already memorized it. Your sex leaking fluids and spurring him on.

Then, Morax pulls out and you feel the tip of his cock press against you, you gasp, back arching as he slowly presses forward inside your warm heat with a pleased groan.

“S-so big… ah!” You whimper, bucking your hips on reflex.

“My mate. So pretty. I will fill you up.” He mumbles, eyes half-lidded as he rolls his hips, inch after inch sinking into you languidly until he sheathes to the hilt, your legs spread around him. Morax slides his large hands around your hips, lifting them to pull closer and deeper, the new angle making his cockhead press deep against your sweet spot. He wastes no time thrusting in and out, gradually picking up the pace.

It's almost tender.

Soft keening sounds escape your lips as you lock your legs around his lower back, your feet resting atop the base of his tail which whips around wildly as he starts fucking faster. You feel the world blur around you, all that exists is you two and the mounting pleasure, the wet sounds and the slapping of skin against skin.

“Morax… Morax… ah! I’m… I’m c-close…”

He grunts and redoubles his efforts, hands pressing bruising spots at your hips, your insides clenching around him. “Mine.” He growls possessively, and you nod and chant his name over and over. Everything feels hot, dizzy, so much- too much-

You come with a filthy cry tumbling out of your lips, slick juices rolling down your skin. He continues through your overstimulated state, chasing his own pleasure as his thrust become erratic until finally, he stills deep inside and moans long and low, painting your insides white.

The two of you ride out your orgasms in tandem, then he drapes over you, kissing your skin softly and making you sigh.

“My love, please, release me?” You try, struggling against the cuffs once again. “I want to touch you.”

“No.” He snarls. “You’ll only try to escape again.”

“I-I won’t… hng… I promise. I’m yours.” You reply breathless, full of emotion.

Morax eyes you with a stern expression, contemplating for a moment before letting out a soft huff. You feel the geo cuffs dissipate into golden dust, your aching limbs free, though sore, but you ignore it as your hand weakly cups his cheek, thumb rubbing at the golden scars there. Morax leans into the soft touch, nuzzling your palm.

“Love you.” The eroded dragon mutters, and you imagine it’s your lover telling you, despite his decaying fractured mind.

“I… I love you too.” You reply softly, bittersweet tears rolling down your face.

Forever and always.

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…It is said that his lover made the ultimate sacrifice.

Willingly locked with the eroded god in a sealed realm, to keep him ensnared, enchanted and bound to them.

Until they both turn to dust.

#zhongli smut #genshin smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #crys writes #gn reader #eroded zhongli #I guess that's gonna be a tag omg #man this was so much fun I broke my own heart :))) #I remember a friend always used to find ways to mix angst into everything including but specially smut #this is her influence lmao

[oatmealuv]

love for love’s sake carefully, and beautifully handled mental health. they didn’t sugar coat the depression myungha and yeowoon were experiencing.

a lot of times in bl we see characters going through hardships, but by the magic of love they’re better again or everything gets fixed. external love definitely plays a huge part in healing and being able to get through hard situations more swiftly, but it’s hardly ever the sole solution.

myungha getting a bf didn’t cure him, gaining friends didn’t cure him. he had two guys wrapped around his finger, his grandma was alive yet he still has low self worth. he’s someone that has been depressed for so long, has had deeply ingrained negative beliefs about himself that have kept him from ever being truly happy. he believes that nobody could ever love him, he can’t bother anybody with his problems because he’s a burden.

this is why depressed people isolate, they believe all of the things the depression is telling them and it is incredibly difficult to change that. it can take years to change the way you percieve yourself and the world, i think the buffs were the blockages in myungha’s perception. when yeowoon said “i love you” to him, there was an error message because deep in his soul he believes that as an impossibility. his buffs were because of his attempts to getting close to yeowoon, he saw it as a danger because getting close would mean that he would burden yeowoon.

myungha’s life was so so sad, poor guy was dealt such bad cards. his mom living happily without him as if he never existed served as proof of the negative things he’s been telling himself. realizing that you’re nothing to no one, that you’re hard to love or you’re too much is such a hard pill to swallow. it might not be objectively true, but if your mind believes it, then that’s all it takes to completely break your spirit. myungha kills himself because he sees no reason for his life, his mom abandoned him, his gf broke up with him, and his grandmother is dead. his reason for life is reliant on other people it isn’t an internal reason.

now when he’s in the game, he’s faced with the choice of who he loves more, yeowoon or his grandma. i think that they decide to make him choose between them because he can’t fathom receiving love from two people at once. it’s overwhelming, and terrifying for someone that has had limited quantities of love his whole life. his love for yeowoon is the truest love he’s ever felt besides his grandmother. yeowoon and myungha are equals, share a lot of similar life experiences, yeowoon opens up his heart and is ready to be there for him unconditionally. even when myungha refuses to share what he’s feeling, when he is actively breaking his heart, he is willing to change whatever it takes just to be around him. having someone show you that unconditional love is both incredible and so scary at the same time. that person is seeing you at your most vulnerable, at your worst and still choosing you.

myungha is used to self-abandonment, it’s all he knows. he felt like choosing yeowoon would mean choosing himself, and in turn would mean he is selfish and leaving is grandmother to die. if he chose his grandmother he would stick to his usual self, but yeowoon would possibly go back to how he was in the beginning and die. to him everything seems like a huge risk because he feels the weight of the world on his shoulders. of course in the game that really was the consequence, choose one life over another. but i think this show really did a great job at showing just how impossible choices can be when you’re depressed, how warped your point of view gets. but i couldn’t help to think what would’ve happened if he had chosen himself, maybe that’s what he was supposed to do.

#very nuanced portrayal of depression #myungha is someone i deeply relate to and the last couple of episodes broke my heart #love is beautiful yet so so difficult to accept into your life sometimes #myungha x yeowoon #myungha #yeowoon #lfls #love for love's sake #thai series #thai bl #it just reminded me a lot of previous therapy sessions i’ve had #braindump for sure but most definitely will write more on this show

[daydreaming-stargazer]

The scene between Alan and Dean (traitor) at the end of ep 10 is so so so good.

Alan, who sees his team as his family and his responsibility to take care of, facing the reality of Dean’s betrayal. And undoubtedly feeling partially responsible.

Dean, who was desperate for recognition and acted too rashly, facing the reality of what he’d done (even though he technically wasn’t at fault for the severity of the accident). And hopefully feeling regret.

Both of them breaking down over what they’d lost in the process.

Dean claims he had no future at X-Hunter, but Alan saw so much potential for him.

From anger to despair and the love for their little found family woven together through the years. I felt those tears and all the emotions that came with them.

The look on Alan’s face when he tells North to call the police. He knows he has to turn Dean in. But it physically pains him to have to do it. This is his family. Regardless of how f*cked up Dean’s actions were, it hurts.

I feel like we don’t see very many scenes like this, in bl or anything really. Sometimes the people we care about do something irreparable. So often, we see the anger. The punches. The fighting. And then that’s it. Relationship over. Goodbye.

But that’s not really representative of real life. We rarely feel only one emotion at a time. And feelings are never stable, they’re always fluctuating. This scene understands that. Beyond the anger is grief. Because this betrayal means loss. Loss of family. Loss of future.

Severing a relationship with someone you’re close with is difficult, even if one of you did something to warrant it. Love doesn’t vanish instantly.

(Now hugs for everyone pls)

#i’ve been thinking about this for a while #it broke my heart too #pit babe #pit babe the series #pit babe ep 10 #sailub killed this scene #sorry about the image quality :( #blabby abby #thai bl #lee asre #sailub hemmawich #I had to write about this scene! #I would talk about babe’s ep 10 but I’d be in tears #maybe tomorrow

[the-knife-in-my-heart]

i have so many feelings

i've tried to stop feeling

but it all comes back again and again

a bit worse than the time before

#feelings #poetry #poetry community #poets of tumblr #depressing poem #poetry lovers #emotinal #poems and quotes #aesthetic quotes #heartbreak #quotes #sad poem #writing #thoughts #heart break #you broke my heart #the knife in my heart #heartache #heartbroken

[thewaitingluna]

you can wander in the dark for as long as you want but come back to me, I’ll leave the light on, always.

#spilled heart #spilled ink #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled emotions #my words #words #spilled prose #you broke my heart #love #spilled poetry #spilled poem #spilled writing #spilled truth #spilled feelings #spilled tears #hurtful #im hurtin

[merakirf]

If you wanna enjoy life, focus on you.

#love quotes #writers on tumblr #poems on tumblr #quotes #poem #writing #life lessons #reading #quoteoftheday #life quotes #world #life #mental health #heart been broke so many times #you broke my heart #self healing #healthcare #literature #lit #bookstagram

[fragmentos-literarixs]

Even though you broke my heart in two, those pieces kept loving you.

— Rose Noire.

#quotes #quoteoftheday #pain #writings #phrases #heartbreak #sadness #poetry #frases #escritos #citas #desamor #dolor #you broke my heart #desahogo #rose noire #fragmentos literarixs

[flimythings]

And that's the irony, broken people are not fragile.

-Clinton Sammy Jr

#inspiring quotes #english literature #poetry #relationship quotes #poems on tumblr #life quotes #love quotes #dark academia #love #quoteoftheday #desi core #desi couple #desiblr #spilled writing #writers and poets #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #iron man #you broke my heart #heartbreak #heartbroken #sad thoughts #sad poetry

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Only Human | TP Ratchet x f!human reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 2500+

Warnings: Smut ( sex and light bdsm ), soft dom Ratchet, angst, depression and robot on human.NSFW 18+.

Notes: This story was made from two requests. The title was originally 'Aftercare' but I felt this new title was more suited for this story. There's a lot of emotions going on, and a human just being human, like we all do, and Ratchet having patiences with her. There's more angst than smut which is slightly different, but I did like to get into the angst a bit.

Thanks for all your support. Enjoy. 🥰

☕ Coffee

Everything lately has been such a big effort, from simply getting out of bed, eating food, or even brushing your teeth, everything just feels like a lot of work. You get these moods every now and again, though this time it seems it's lingering longer than you would like.

Working as a nurse had its ups and downs. You love helping others, making them smile and even sharing a small conversation with your patients. Although it can be quite intense, both mentally and physically, wearing you down day and night until you just want to hide under my blankets and never come out.

It seems the only good thing you have is Ratchet. You both met through June, after seeing one of them by accident and you were suddenly thrust into a world you never imagined, and you both slowly grew fond of one another.

Over time you both start growing more serious, and you discover he has certain kinks, as you do as well, and we are happy to participate together to fulfil these desires. In the past you've had horrible ex boyfriends with the same kinks, only for them to never work or they were just heartless towards you, at least this is how it felt.

All in the past. Ratchet is different, on so many levels, and you want there to be a future for you both. Although those thoughts lately have been clouded as you weren't even sure how to fix yourself, and you feared he'll grow tired of your dull mood soon enough and leave.

It was date night, and you put on your best smile and outfit for Ratchet, trying to sugar coat everything to be as happy as possible. When he comes over he uses what is called mass displacement, giving him to become your size at least. This you liked, because it means you can spend time together anywhere, and even much more sexual things together.

All you want is to keep Ratchet happy, to give him reason to stay with you, to show you weren't boring at all and keep what you have still thriving. You're a good girl after all.

You lay across his lap and let out a squeaky gasp as he gives your bottom a slap across your already sensitive cheek, which you lust after of course. Getting spanked like a bad little girl has always been a kink for you, and Ratchet seems to like it himself as he skillfully treats each side to a slap and whispering praises to you.

You weren’t being punished, you both only did it for fun.

This goes on for a bit, gasps turning into moans before he finally stops and tugs your skirt back down across your bottom. "That's a good girl." He allows you to stand back up

Your legs are so weak that you're unable to hold your weight up. Ratchet has you though, he always does, making sure you are looked after. None of your ex boyfriends ever did this so it was a little confusing at first.

"Ratchet, I'm fine." You try to assure him as he holds you in his arms and places you with care on the bed, settling you in his lap as he starts to gently massage your shoulders. You can't help but moan faintly from the contact and the soothing release it gives you.

"Hm. I want to do this, to give you attention and comfort, provide care for you." Ratchet answers, though he sounds perhaps a little leery, like he was treading carefully. You pick up on this but decide to not say anything.

Instead, you lean into his touches, trying to relax yourself under his touches. This goes on for a bit, and when he does stop he helps you sit up on the bed, soft gravely optics staring at you. He breaks.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, fine." You shrug it off, wanting to move on, but he refuses.

"Don't lie to me, please. You've been like this for weeks, only it's worse tonight. I wish I didn't ignore it before but I didn't want to impose or...." His pause has your attention.

"Or what?"

"If there's someone else in your life, someone human." He was hesitant as he asked this.

"Someone else? No, no, there's no one else. Why would you think that?" The fact he thought you might be cheating on him does hurt a little. He vents, a heavy relief leaving him.

"Then what's going on?"

"I already told you, nothing!" You snap, wanting to move on, but he wasn't going to make it that easy.

"Stop lying, I'm begging you, just talk to me. It's not just me, June has taken notice your clouded mood and she's worried about you, I am as well."

"So you're talking about me behind my back?"

"Primus..." Ratchet lets out an onerous vent, so heavy you feel the heat fog against your skin. "You shouldn't get upset because we care about you. I want to help, but I can't if you don't talk to me about what's going on. Please, I love you, and it breaks my spark to see you like this."

Your bottom lip quivers and you finally break down, sobbing gently as you bury your face in your hands while feeling his servo running across your back. You hate this, feeling weak and broken. Finally, you find your voice.

"Ratchet, it has nothing to do with you. This is how I am, an emotional wreck. I've had my moments all my life, they come and go so randomly. I just feel I have nothing in my life, it's just a blank and dark abyss, that's there's just no quality or value, no purpose. But I also know that's not true, and I tell myself that all the time. I have an amazing friend like June, a good quality job, and I have you, the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Hearing this makes him give a warm petite smile at you.

You manage to return the same smile through your tears before it slips away. " Like I said, it's not you, it's my problem. I don't want my burden on you. It's a weight I need to carry myself until it passes."

"Then what? You said you've had this your whole life, that it comes and goes, and that shouldn't happen. You don't need to carry this weight yourself, it's not fair. I wish you didn't degrade yourself mentally like this. Look what it's doing to you? You're miserable."

You roll your eyes through your tears. "Gee, thanks. You've been a great help."

"You shouldn't get upset or offended if you can't listen to what I have to say. I'm trying to help, but I can't if you don't ever talk to me about what you're feeling, and I can't give you words if you're only going to be annoyed over it." Everything he's saying is true, but you can't help yourself, it's just how you are.

"I'm scared you're going to leave me."

"What?' He sounds surprised and even a little scared himself. "I'm not leaving you. What gave you that idea?"

"You know, fucked in the head thoughts." You point bluntly against the side of your head. "I'm a wreck."

"You're not a wreak. You're only human." His touches were soft and you find yourself relaxing better under him. “What would make you happy?”

"I don't know..." You can only shrug.

"Do I make you happy?” Of course he's going to question that.

"Of course you do! I know I don't seem happy but...fuck!"

Ratchet lets out soothing hushes to you, servos massaging gently against your skin while you let out soft whimpers and cry out whatever tears were still left over.

"You don't need to say anything else. We don't need to talk about this anymore if you don't want to, I'm only trying to help. All I care about is your wellbeing and happiness, and I feel powerless. I'm unable to keep you happy."

"It's not your fault, it's my fault, my problem. Some things are just not meant to have an easy fix." That's what you had yourself convinced.

An idea comes to him. "What if we go somewhere?"

"Go where?"

"Wherever you want. I do have a ground bridge that can take us anywhere on earth." Hearing this seemed to light something in you.

That's it! Travel.

"Well...maybe we can go to Edinburgh, in Scotland? I heard it's beautiful there. How would you...join me?" You don't want to sound rude.

"I can take a hologram. We'll look like the perfect couple in love."

You're silently bursting with joy for what felt like the first time in so long. Ratchet smiles through a soft chuckle as he takes notice of your mood, a small victory from him.

"There's my glowing star. Shall we leave tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that sounds great."

It's official. You're going to Scotland! It's been a long fantasy to visit, but you were never convinced you were never going to make it there.

"Now, I think we can continue this in the bedroom?" He holds a broad smile making you nod early.

"Yes, please."

Laying on your bed naked, your hands are tied above your head, wrapped with soft silk and a fluffy blind fold across your eyes. The feeling is very erotic, your body craving the soft bondage.

Ratchet uses his servos to gently glide across your soft skin, letting his digits linger in certain places and making you mewl softly, hips wiggling with a lingering appetite and silent wishes for more.

He likes this, just as much as you do, something you both enjoy. All you ex boyfriends liked it as well but were much rougher, while Ratchet was more softer about it, not that you're complaining. It was just different and you weren't sure how to respond to his aftercare treatment.

Letting out a gasp you feel his digit push into your core and gently curl against your walls, another rubbing at your clit making you gasp out through a throaty moan.

"Does that feel nice?" He asks you gently. Though you couldn't see, you can feel his smile on you.

"Yes, so good." You manage to answer through your heated voice.

"You're clenched around me so tightly, haven't even spiked you yet. Your arousal levels are even skyrocketing." He smiles proudly. "You've very eager, aren't you?"

He doesn’t give you much time to answer, leaning down to kiss you. It always starts so softly, his lips on yours like you’re in the purest sort of love.

Your response is a muffled mewl against his lips, his glossa coiling with your tongue, his denta's giving a teasing nibble against your lower lip. You love it, the way he teases your body, it makes you wither with need. He just knows every weak spot on you.

A second digit is added, stretching you more, not that you need to be stretched as you are already soaking wet, but you both enjoy it, letting the moment linger for as long as possible.

You feel his mouth move to your neck, heated vents prickling against your skin as hsi glossa drags gently across, denta's nibbling at your flesh.

"Ratchet." His name moans from you, darkness still closes your vision as he keeps the blindfold on. "Feels so good." You clench yourself more around him, rocking your hips and moaning more, silently screaming for more.

His digits are removed and you feel them trail up against your body before touching your lips, and you eagerly take them into your mouth, sucking and gliding your tongue around them.

"Such a good girl, my beautiful star." Ratchet purrs loving the sight of you tasting your sweet juices. "You're perfect, never doubt that. I love you with all my spark." His words were warm and nurturing.

Letting his digits slip from your mouth with a wet pop you manage to find your voice. "I love you too." You whimper through your growing pleasure.

He settles between your open legs, pressing his already emerged spike against you and running his throbbing tip between your folds and across your clit, earning another gasp from you as your hands tug at the silk bounds.

Ratchet keeps the blind fold on you still and leans over, sealing his lips over your own, before sinking into your depths with a slow thrust, filling you to the brim and stretching you widely.

Your hips arch up off the bed, feeling his thickness fill you so much and letting out an ecstatic moan. clenching around him before he starts to move against you, slowly, rolling his waist back and forth against you with his servos gripped into your hips.

"Ratchet, fuck, you're so big." You mewl in delight, moving yourself with his movements. Your head tilts back against the plush pillow in your tied position while he moves slowly yet firmly, tugging you back against his movements.

His heated vents fill the air as he says words you don't fully understand, but you do guess it's things in his own language, repeating over again with each thrust.

His spike is quite fascinating you think. You feel every ridge and bump rubbing against your walls, every throb sending small jolts through your core and imprinting right on your brain, wilding craving for his thickness to be buried deep in your, day and night, like a beautiful addiction you didn't want to shake off.

His thrusts grow more intense, snapping his waist against you while his digit rolls against your clit more fiercely. The darkness wrapped across your eyes adds to the thrill, earning a stronger sob of arousal to echo out from you.

"I'll cherish you always, I promise." He tells you between each thrust given. "Go on, cum when you're ready darling. I've got you." He leans across your body, covering you, his firmly rutting against you now.

You don't hold back as you cry out through your boiling orgasim, clenching around his thrusting spike and arch up more off the bed, body breaking loose with jolts of electricity. Hearing his increased sounds and feeling every strong movement is the only warning you had before he jerks forward and you feel a bubbly warmth fill you to the brim.

You feel yourself being filled so much, some seeping out as every twitch feels like a shockwave through you. "Fuck..." He gently pulls himself out then, servos smoothing over your quivering body.

Once untied, he removes the blind fold and your vision is brought back, faced with Ratchet's tender gaze before he leans over and kisses you, letting your lips linger before kissing her cheek. You smile, silently thanking him, before nuzzling into him against his side with his arms wrapped around you.

"I'll always take care of you, my beautiful girl." Ratchet smiles softly before kissing your lips tenderly.

"Thank you, Ratchet, for everything." You can only murmur gently into his audio, before sleep takes over.

#transformers #ratchet #prime #valveplug #ratchet x reader #robot x human #reader insert #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag #the angst broke my fucking heart!

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Prompt 13

How was Jaskier supposed to know that the lovely woman he spent the night with had a husband? Let alone a husband in a big scary poacher gang? So Jaskier is hauling ass through the forest, only to get his leg caught in a beartrap. He faceplants (very daintily, prettily, and most certainly not with an embarrassing wail, thank you very much) and begins sobbing with the pain. Not to mention his cheap lute breaking into splinters. Great. Just great. What a LOVELY day he's having! A pure white werewolf with bright golden eyes suddenly prowls out of the bushes, growling at him, and Jaskier decides that today really is his worst day. No matter how majestic the beast is, this is cearly the end of Jaskier the bard. He sobs and begs to live, apologizing profusely, and the last thing he sees is the monstrous snout getting closer. Geralt, the werewolf, is stalking for food for his pack, only to come across one of those humans in their own traps. Except... This human isn't one of them. He's wearing brightly colored delicate clothing, and wasn't familiar with where their traps were. It's an innocent human. One that smells very nice, under all the stench of blood and fear. Wolf!Geralt creeps closer, and pries open the trap, intending on releasing the human back into the wild, but it just kind of stares at him in horror before passing out. Hm. Well, it appears it needs more care than he initially thought. So imagine the other witcher's surprise when he doesn't bring food back to the pack, but instead brings a human to patch up. The moon dips out of the sky, they all turn back into their witcher-human forms, and now they're all SCRAMBLING over what they're meant to do!? HOW DO YOU CARE FOR A HUMAN AGAIN??? FUCK- I DON'T KNOW! Geralt stop petting him, he doesn't like that, he's human, not a wolf! What do you mean he likes it? Oh shit- EVERYONE QUICK PET HIM! No wait- He doesn't like it any more- One at a time pet him! And uh- Fuck- What do normal people eat!?

♡!Optional addons!♡ • (ORIGINALLY A TAG) Is Aiden a werecat or also a werewolf? And if he is a werewolf (and/or a werecat I suppose), perhaps he's from a rival pack (against his will) and needs to be rescued by Lambert as a sideplot • Maybe the poachers find poor trapped Jaskier and Geralt has to fight them off first, or perhaps they come back later, intent on killing the White Wolf • Perhaps Geralt turns Jaskier into a werewolf (Either with his consent or without his consent ONLY if he has to do it to save his life, we don't fuck with forced bonds here, people)

#I just want to see a bunch of dumbass witcher werewolves care for their bard #Geraskier #And/or MonoPoly Witchersexual Jaskier #Please someone write any of my prompts i need something good after shane madej and ryan bergara broke my heart by becoming capitalists :( #fanfiction prompts #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #witcher fanfiction #the witcher #geralt loves his bard! #writing prompts #requited unrequited love #optional smut of course #the regular werewolf sex shenanigans #maybe a knot #maybe a lil scent marking #maybe a lil growling and biting #its up to you darling #werewolf #werewolves #WerewolfAU #Werewolf au #Werewolf Geralt #Is aiden a werecat? or a werewolf like the rest of them? Coen and Letho could also be there to fill up the pack some more #Aiden could be from a rival pack against his will that Lambert helps break him out of as a side plot #if we felt extra gay #lambert x aiden #a soft spot of mine

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

On the 15th, as promised! Ngl, I definitely almost forgot this. I have SO many feelings about this one, y’all check the tags if you want my ramblings. Buckle up. Also, happy stabbing Caesar day.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 64 | Part 65 | Part 66

Steve works his jaw, staring at Will. “Yeah,” he whispers. Will looks down. “Hey,” Steve says gently. “That’s not on you, okay? And Jonathan’s a really great guy. He and Nancy both had a lapse in judgement. They got together a while later and they were better for each other than she and I ever were.”

“But they hurt you.”

Steve chuckles. “In the moment, sure. But I’m fine now, I’ve moved on. It surprised me just now because I didn’t expect her to react like that. I know that’s not who she is as a person, and I’m sure as soon as Joyce talks to her about it and she’s had some time to think about it, she’ll come apologize. But none of that is on you, okay?”

Will shrugs, playing with the hem of his pants.

Steve glances at Eddie, who winks and plops down cross-legged next to Will, nudging their shoulders together. “My dad’s in jail.” Will looks up at him, surprised. Eddie shrugs. “I’ve had time to process, but it took me a while to realize he just isn’t a good person. Now, my momma was an angel among women, she just had a disease. It didn’t make her a bad person. But they’re my parents, so that must mean I’m a bad person with a disease, right?”

“No!” Will says emphatically. “Just because they-” he pauses, mouth a perfect circle, before flushing and ducking his head, smiling a little. “Okay. I get it.”

“Good kid,” Eddie says fondly, ruffling his hair. “Now, back to the planning?”

“Probably,” Steve nodded. “First things first, who wants out?”

“Papa hurt El?” Mike asks. Steve nods. “Then let’s kill this fucker.”

“Language,” say all the adults, and Mike rolls his eyes.

“I’m in,” Will adds.

“Me too,” Dustin says, and Lucas nods.

Steve looks around, and all the adults present nod at him. Robin squeezes his hand, and Alli pulls him closer to her by his shoulders. “Alright, little brother,” she says. He elbows her. “What’s the plan?”

Steve sighs and looks to El. “What do you think, Ellie?”

“Everyone else is dead,” she murmurs. “But if I go into the rainbow room, I will see them.”

Steve’s heart breaks. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.”

She smiles sadly at him. “You cannot promise me that, Steve.”

He meets Robin’s eyes above El’s head, watches her heart break. “Watch me.” He looks back to El. “I know what he put you through, El.”

“He loves me.”

Steve takes a breath, shuts his eyes for a moment. “Remember what I told you, last time you said that?”

El nods. “You thought the same thing about your parents.”

“Exactly. It took me a long time to learn, but they don’t love me. And there’s nothing I can do to change that. Even if I was perfect, that wouldn’t be enough for them. Does that make sense?”

She nods. “You love me differently from how Papa loves me.”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers. “Which do you like better?”

“Yours.”

“Do you know why?”

She thinks about it for a minute. “You love me because you see Ellie. He loves me because he sees Eleven.”

Next to him, Alli makes a broken sound. Steve reaches back to hold her hand. “Yeah, Ellie. That’s exactly right.”

“I do not want to only be Eleven anymore,” she decides. “I want to be Ellie.”

“And that’s why I’ll do all of it myself if I have to,” Steve tells her. “So you can be Ellie. You don’t have to go in the rainbow room, okay?”

“Okay,” she nods, wiggling around until she can bury her face in his neck and whisper, “I trust you.”

He blinks quickly. “I’m glad,” he whispers back.

“Ellie,” Wayne says, voice not much steadier than Steve’s. She shifts to look at him from where she’s tucked into Steve. “We all want you t’be just Ellie if you want it. We’re all gonna be right there with you.”

“Thank you,” she says quietly. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I won’t be strong enough. If I see Papa.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Hopper says, checking his gun. She shifts to look at him. “He’s not going to hurt you again.”

She frowns and buries her face back in Steve’s neck. “I’m happy,” she murmurs. “But I’m also very sad.”

Steve sighs and hugs her tightly. “I know how you feel.”

“I don’t like feeling this way.”

“I know, El. I don’t think there’s really any way to get rid of the feeling, though.”

“Just life,” Alli says quietly, scooting closer and laying a comforting hand on El’s upper arm. “I know it’s a cliché, but it’s true.”

El looks up at Alli. “Okay. What’s a cliché?”

Alli meets Steve’s eyes, a smile starting to spread, and Steve thinks everything’s going to be okay.

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#stranger things #if I should stay #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley #Allison Harrington #el hopper #will Byers #ok SO. Will. he’s defensive of Steve not Jon bc Steve helped save him from the UD #this is very near and dear to my heart #also EL #WANTING TO BE ELLIE #NOT ELEVEN #YALL I CRIED WRITING THIS #I BROKE MY HEART EDITING IT #this is the singular best character study I have EVER done #I am. SO in love with her jfc #If Steve had a mean bone in his body THIS would be his villain origin story #fix it #fix it fic #time travel #time travel fic #time travel fix it #time travel fix it fic #starambles