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Shameless Ch 3: April 2016
Author: vyduan Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader Genre: Slow burn, friends to lovers Rating: Explicit Warning: smut, PTSD, depression, self harm, substance abuse, physical abuse, childhood abuse, emotional/psychological abuse Word Count: Total word count 42,627 Chapter Summary: Wherein Y/N gets a visitor from the past.
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Chapter 3: April 2016
Lick it, suck it, flick it with your tongue Until I come, until I come But you never took direction well I sigh and think of someone else - Satisfaction, music and lyrics by Y/N
You make us crave you Want you Give you everything Your pelvic thrusts Your slips of tongue and panting mouth Then shame us for our awakening For our power as we fly You shame us for wanting For touching For riding your face between our thighs We are told we can look but can’t touch What kind of life is this? We are being set up - Idle/Idol Thoughts, music and lyrics by Y/N
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Comfort- Ratchet x Reader
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TW/Bad relationships, self harm mention, self deprecating thoughts, suicidal thoughts mention, ED mention
It was another day of the same. The numbing exhaustion of the arguments and the venting filling my chest and head, rendering my face emotionless and hands sore from the excess of texts leaving my phone. Reading each message from my significant other driving me deeper into the dark hole I was in.
No matter what I said would soothe them, every offer shot down and argued against whilst complaining that there was nothing that could be done. It made my blood boil and stomach feel cold as I stared blankly at the messages, finally setting the phone down as I hold my head in my hands and softly sigh. Tears welling in my eyes but being choked back nearly immediately as I grabbed the phone again and typed out another message.
This had been going on for hours, the back and forth between an inconsolable lover and an exhausted one. Nothing I said seeming to help but still I push on, feeling sick to my stomach as they mentioned their self image. Now venting about the weight they have, and how they see themselves. I slid a hand down to my stomach and stare, jolting at the sound of a clearing throat.
“Yep-ep-ep, Stop that,” scolded the red-orange and white mech hunched over the desk beside me. His optics narrowed as he traces over my form and scoffs. “I never understood why humans feel the need to look at themselves like that,” he continued, rolling his optics before focusing back on his work.
I stayed silent, returning back to the phone and staring at the messages with a slightly twitching lip. The mech sighs again and leans against the railing, staring down at me with a raised optic ridge and poking me with the tip of his digit. An expectant look crossing his faceplates as he huffs and tilts his helm, a clear display of his annoyance.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hands shaking as I pressed for my phone to sleep a moment and adjusted to meet his gaze. Brilliant optics studying my blank stare as he ex-vents in annoyance and scoops me up off the couch, ignoring my cry of confusion as he pads down the hall of the base to his room. Sitting down on the berth and cupping his servos to give me a steady place to stand, his optics narrowed but voice sweet.
“Now, what is this about? You’ve been sighing and moping on the couch all day,” he said, optics holding nothing but concern as he strokes my back with his digit. The action provoking a small flare in my chest, almost bringing forward a positive emotion but not quite.
“It’s not that big of a deal, doc,” I merely shrugged and sat down in his servos. My expression blank as I stare at him, ignoring the pang through my heart as his face contorts to one of anger that he quickly quells.
“It’s them, isn’t it? Your significant other? You always get like this when they’re involved,” he huffed, judging my reaction. My shoulders slump and tears bubble up in my eyes at the mention, lip quivering at a ping from my phone. Ratchet quickly takes notice and nudges the device off his servo with his pinkie digit, hitting the floor with a quiet shattering noise as he cocks his helm.
“Oops,” he said, a hint of playfulness in his optics that has me gasping, peeking over his servo nervously, clinging to his thumb for support.
“Ratchet!” I cry, eyes wide and jaw dropped as I stare at the remains of my phone on the floor. His pede gently pushing it out of view as he stares down at me expectantly. I knew what he wanted, but I simply didn’t know if I should bother him with it or not. My head beginning to reel through the possibilities that I’m bothering him or that he’s not going to care. The idea that he has it worse flashing through my head, causing me to shut my mouth and go silent again.
He quietly hums and brings me closer to his chassis, stroking the top of my head with a digit as he leans back on the berth and rests me against his chassis. My eyes widening at the warmth of the metal as I snuggle in and look up to see a small smile crossing his features. His spark whirring loud enough to hear from this spot as well as his cooling fans kicking on.
“There, that’s better right?” He whispered, voice uncharacteristically soft as he covers my form with his servo. The protective action causing a small flare in my chest as I manage a tiny smile, staring at his optics as the feeling of fear that was surrounding me begins to fade. It’s not quite gone, but low enough for my shoulders to slump and my heart rate to slow.
My expression softens as I listen to his spark, tears slipping down my cheeks once I rest my head against the warm metal. Hand rubbing the area in front of my face gently while my legs tuck closer to me. A faint sound similar to a purr building in the mechs chassis, softly vibrating the area as he settles into the berth with a smile. His servo lovingly rubbing my back as he studies my face and relaxes, optics dimming once he’s comfortable.
“I’m proud of you. So very proud,” he whispers, optics twinkling as I begin to drift off in his hold. Sleep taking me while he rubs my back more, his purring growing louder and expression turning to one of adoration only rivaled by the face he makes for Optimus.
“So very important to me. You’ve come so far, now. You haven’t given up, and you won’t. I’m right here. Right here,” he mumbles, voice dropping slowly as he settles in a bit more. Optics flickering offline before he drifts off into recharge as well, servo cupped securely over my form and spark whirring.
The spark whirring just for me to hear.
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It’s been a rough few days for me, and I’m no experienced writer. But I needed comfort and thought that maybe others might find comfort in it too.
Yandere Love
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Yandere Lover x reader
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I’m writing about an obsession yandere lover who has never been loved by anyone but when he sees y/n he instantly falls in love with her and wants to be with her so when they start dating she sees how obsessed and yandere he’s been but doesn’t mind it and it made him fall in love with her even more. PLOT TWIST AT THE END
•Warnings- characters death , murder, sadness,
•border by @firefly-graphics
H/n past relationships didn’t go well,his first relationship was just as bad as his other ones which I’m not gonna go into detail about his past.his e/n (ex name) only used him for her personal reasons such as using him for his money because he owned his own businesses/ company
When h/n (His Name) found out that his e/n was using him for his money to buy stuff to show off and brag about it to her friendsshe didn’t really care about him nor loved him so when he found out about it he was heartbroken, he confronted her about it and she didn’t even deny it, which broke his heart even more so h/n ended the relationship with. e/n, while e/n said some hurtful things before she left but what could he do about it.
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Now let’s fast forward to the present where h/n found,someone a y/n his y/n is very sweet , kind and innocent she loves him for him and he loves it until that one day that person who would do such a thing to his y/n well let’s go find out ja ne
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It was just like any other day in the day time you were outside enjoying the his quite it was and get some fresh air your b/n was at work he had some business to attend to not that you minded this was a good time to cook his favorite meal before he gets home so you headed to the kitchen and started cooking his favorite meal.
it was around 8 and 9 that your b/n was going to come home soon,so you went into the living room close to the door so when he opens the door he’s gonna get a surprise hug from you so then as you hear his car pulls up in the drive way your happy because he’s home so you hear the door unlocked babe I’m hom- you run up to jump on him wrapping your legs and arms around him while saying Welcome home my love you said yes yes I’m glad to be back I see you cooked my favorite meal for me mmh he said
Yes I did I knew you would tired from work so I cooked for you I also made you bath I set your clothes out for you you said with a happy face while walking towards the kitchen to make his plate thank you sweetheart that’s very kind of you but you should rest
No no it’s fine I’ll do anything for you if it’s you, you said smiling
Well I can’t change your mind can I nope you said while hiding a giggle, you both then sat at the kitchen table and started eating while asking each other how they day went making small talk an hour or two go by and it’s time for bed you washed the dishes turned of the kitchen light made sure the door was locked and head upstairs your was b/n was just finishing up in the bathroom you go into the bathroom to brush your teeth after that you you rinsed your mouth you both then got into bed turned the lamp off your b/n pulled you closer to him so you wouldn’t be to far from him on the other side of the bed he pulled the covers up towards both of you, you moved closer towards him as you both fell asleep together in bed.
“You raise me up into the sky until I’m short of breath.”
The Cycle Continues
So this is week two of the song challenge on The Writer’s Mess, this time the relationship was familial, and I admit my songs were not ideal for it, Walk Like a Man, Anyone Who Knows What Love Is. So I took it in a twisted direction, and red flag time people, read the tags is implications of domestic abuse squick you, because toxic masculinity is the theme of the week, and even I got to admit,…
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The Loss of an Idea
Hello hello, the word of the week is Toast, and I am writing this incredibly depressing little one shot based on that. I am back, after having written last week’s challenge, then not posting it…I will probably only post that one next month. This week is a bit dark, set at a funeral for someone who the narrator has conflicted feelings about. It’s rather sad, reader be warned. I stand here,…
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I started watching Chicago Med and the episode I’m watching right now has me crying. It reminds me why I want to go into pediatrics. Children are the only thing that you can guarantee are pure by default. The world has had the chance to fuck them yet. I would do anything to preserve that innocence, especially in the world we live in. Being able to keep one more pure soul in the world just makes our economy seem a little less shitty. We grow out of that purity, or parents take it away. The moment you decided to have sex, protected or not, you were unconsciously aware of the risks. When you decided to have that baby you knew what you were signing up for. You may not have known how much they would eat, but you knew they needed to eat. You may not have known how much money you would need, but you knew you needed money. You may have not have known what you were signing up for, but you knew you signed up. I'm not saying I was pure, I know I wasn't. But whatever I had left, walked out the door with you. So you don't get to come back into my life pretending that you know me. Because you don't. I would love to talk with you, talk to you, have an conversation that doesn't involve my siblings. But we have nothing to talk about because you weren't there when I needed someone to talk to. You don't get to do that, its not fair. I loved you, and you walked out on me, and my sister, and my brother, and Daddy. No matter what I do, I can't get it out of my head that something about that was my fault. I talk too much, I want too much. You came back once in the 2 years you were gone. For a wedding, and then left... on my birthday. Do you know what that does to a kid? I was 9, and I had to rationalize that you came back for someone else. I shouldn't have to ask when I'll see you again. You couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more. I'd say you broke my heart, but you broke much more than that. Now I don't want your sympathy I just want myself back. You left me there crying, wondering what I did wrong, because all I ever wanted was to be enough.
There was once a time where I would respond to my mother calling my name by asking "what did I do?" because the only reason she would be calling me is if I had done something wrong. It's not that she would ignore me or something during other times, she just always thought I was doing something wrong.