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xspheru · 5 months
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Me : thinking My Happy Mariage is way over the top (pure denial)
Also me a grown ass adult : binging every episodes, identifying a liltle too much, crying like a baby, wishing the blond bitch to die
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myjunkisyuzuruhanyu · 5 months
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The reminder I did not need...🙈🙈🙈😥
Glad IdF 2019 has been 4 years ago and that great things happened afterwards to Shoma...otherwise I would be crying again really hard over Jun facing a similar fate in Skate Canada 2023...
I can't with great skaters looking so disappointed and defeated 😭😭😭
Shoma may have flopped even harder and emotionally that was too much to bear. With Jun I was kind of too stunned to have emotions right there. Yet I am so sad for Jun 💔😥😢
Shoma did well afterwards, so hopefully Jun can recover just as good 🙏
I have an emotional trauma from IdF 2019 I really don't need reminders😭😭😭
But in a way Jun's skate at SkCan also proves that my emotional trauma has gotten better as I am not sobbing for 3 hours straight....😅
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seductive-suffering · 4 months
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I felt pure anger and you showed unfiltered rage,
I bleed emotion, you healed with hate.
I grew in self isolation, you structured in supervised abandonment.
You gave me a life but took my will to live.
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riluoguo · 2 months
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i feel like am just repeatin myself now n being annoyin but i love people so mucchhhhh i gir friends that are so cool n tumblr peopl are so nice to me n !!!!!!!!!!!!!¡!! i love i love thabk you for existin am
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karukaru17 · 8 months
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Silly things
Last time I wrote I think I aid I was going to meet up with some friends. It's been a while but I just wanted to write how much I appreciate my friends. We talked in a panic drive thru. The sun was setting and it just stoped raining and the air was humid. I was burning up but my friend was cold so I had the ac on low facing me. I had to buy some flipflops from Walmart because the slippers I had on were dirty and gross. When we got to sonic we were making small talk. Honestly I don't even remember I just remember laughing and thinking we were going to just meet up for a bit and then I would go home. I was soooo wrong about that because we started talking about our experiences and the struggles of coming from an immigrant household and dealing with the expectations our parents have for us and we cried and comforted and it just felt like I wasn't alone with everything I was dealing with. I had so much in my head and I was finally able to talk about it. After the crying and trauma dumping I don't know what got into us but the H WORD talk started. I told them how I was friends with this guy and I showed them a picture and they were shocked because that guy is pretty. So they grabbed my phone and started sending him provocative.. not really.... maybe I DONT KNOW!!!! but I'm not like that I'm really shy but I do have a tiny itty bitty crush on this guy but I'm too scared to say anything. When they sent that he was so confused asking if I was pranking him and why was I talking that way because I don't talk like that. We had to back track and tell him to ignore it because I got embarrassed and I didn't want to scare him more. If you're reading this you probably think I'm a teenager but IM 21 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I DO THIS. I know there's many girls like me who were sheltered all there teenage years and are barely experiencing this but I don't know anyone that could share this with me and my friends are helping me. AHHHHHHH so embarrassing. I wonder what I will think a year from now??? WHAT WILL CHANE!!?? It's a little scary but it's fun. Well I already wrote a lot I AM SO SORRY!!!
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yuiyuuji · 1 year
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I am sorry, I am super late to the party but I was tagged by tagged by @takemetoasummereve Again.. Thank you! ♥ rules: shuffle your songs and post the first 10 that come 
1. Like a river runs - Bleachers, Sia
2. Empy - Car, the garden
3. Anaheim - Don Broco
4. Arsonist's Lullabye - Hozier
5. A Memory Away - Matt Maeson
6. Make It Rain - Ed Sheeran
7. All Things End - Hozier
8. Lover - Taylor Swift
9. Ai ni dekiru koto wa mada aru kai - RADWIMPS
10. Goal Of The Century - Gang of Youths
And I am only tagging @portinaris because I know I will love it. xD
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the-creator-lied · 1 year
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Better of Crucified
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piercedbritt · 1 year
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If you don’t know what you want how can you say that you miss me? Can’t you see it hurts?
I didn’t expect an extravagant answer.
“Fun”
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it hurt enough seeing this shit about amber but the level of pain I am re-experiencing because of the parallel of my own traumas is absolutely immense and I absolutely hate everyone who thought their humour was so fucking appropriate at that trial
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moviemagus · 2 years
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On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
book review 001.
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Ocean Vuong's novel, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous was a much harder read for me emotionally than I anticipated it. It was harsh, but it was honest. It hurt, but it was poetic.
It is a heartbreaking, disgusting, beautiful story about growing up, experiencing war and its aftermaths in ourselves, language, generational trauma, family, death, and love. It broke me and taught me about feelings that seem so distant but hurt like all those things are happening to me right at this moment, all at once.
I think it is a very important book but I recommend checking out the trigger warnings before reading it.
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leighsartworks216 · 6 months
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I Come With Knives
Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader
I am not tagging anybody in this because this fic deals with very heavy subjects and I don't want to force anybody into that unexpectedly.
Title comes from "I Come With Knives" by IAMX
Warnings: blood, injury, blood drinking, mentions of past abuse (not explicit), mentions of emotinal/psychological abuse, mentions of (emotional) manipulation, self-inflicted injury (somewhat vague in description), trauma, slavery mention, angst with a dash of fluff here and there
If I need to add more PLEASE let me know
Word Count: 2,025
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First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist
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The moment you laid eyes on him, you knew what he was. Even in the sunlight, those crimson eyes, the fangs, the bite marks. There was no denying it. But he never said anything about it, never brought it up, nor did he eat in front of you - so you let it lie.
You weren’t a vampire, fortunately, but unfortunately you’d been… a slave… to one. You toss and turn at night, imagining you’re back in her arms. Writhing under her, light fading as she drinks too much in her anger. How she coos and cuddles you afterward, urging water and fruit into your mouth as you cling to her. You wake up nauseous and panting, cold sweat sticking to your skin.
“Bad dream?”
You whipped around, the dagger you kept under your pillow aimed at the owner of the voice. Astarion chuckled, hands raised to show he was unarmed. You sighed and dropped your weapon.
“A really bad dream, then, or are you always so quick on the draw?”
You stay quiet and wipe the sweat off your brow and upper lip. There was a stream nearby… but the thought of being alone out here at night terrified you. Sleeping out in the open with another vampire mere feet away was bad enough.
But there was nothing else you could do now to distract your mind. Her eyes, her smile were burned into your every thought, taunting you, beckoning you back to her.
“I dreamt of my master,” you admit. His eyes squint with intrigue. You feel bile in the back of your throat. “She haunts me every time I close my eyes. I can’t get rid of her.”
He hums, contemplative. “When you say ‘master’...”
You hum, thinking you knew precisely what he was going to say. “She’s probably not too different from yours.”
All at once, he shuts down. The playful, charismatic aura about him turns to stone in a heartbeat. His voice is sour and sharp when he speaks, like a snake’s hiss. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then pretend I said nothing, but you’re not exactly trying to hide what you are.”
He opens his mouth, fangs prominent, but the conversation is cut short when someone shifts in their bedroll. You both watch, waiting for the still silence to return. Even once it does, he says nothing.
“Goodnight, Astarion.” You tuck your dagger back under your pillow and lay back down, tugging the blanket up and over your neck. He catches a glimpse of puncture wounds before they’re hidden away once more.
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It’s almost noon the next day when he brings it up. Shadowheart and Gale forge ahead, chatting idly about their goddesses. When he sidles up beside you, you wait for him to speak.
“I thought I was being subtle.” It’s light, almost a pout. He doesn’t want to scrape past the surface just yet.
“The fangs and eyes could be excused, if you weren’t an elf. But I’d recognize a scar like that anywhere.” You look at him from the corner of your eye. “And the jokes were a little on the nose.”
His lip quirks up. He looks at you appraisingly, sizing you up. “You have the same scar,” he pointed out. You looked straight ahead again. He looked too… pleased with himself for noticing. “No wonder you wear a high collar - it looks deep.”
“I…” you swallow. Thinking about her makes you so flustered. It’s hard to find words when just thinking about it placed a boulder in your gut. “I was her personal blood supply. Every night, she…”
You don’t see the way his face softens. Haughty superiority replaced with a sort of sorrow. Empathy.
“I’m sorry. I can’t talk about it.”
Leaves brush up against each other around you with the coming and going of a cool breeze. The only other sound besides the conversation up ahead was the sound of boots stepping on dirt and over branches. You focus on it all, desperate to distract your mind.
Astarion clears his throat. “Your form is lousy, by the way.”
You turn and stare at him as though he’d sprouted a second head.
He pretended to study his nails. “When you threatened me last night, your grip was sloppy. And you’d never be able to land a solid blow, not without breaking your wrist first. Threatening an enemy is only as good as your ability to act on it.”
“So my form was like an empty threat?”
He grinned at you like you were a child grasping the alphabet for the first time. “Precisely.”
“And I assume you’d be the one to teach me how to improve?”
“Darling, there’s no one better. I would be willing to give you a pointer or two. If you ask nicely.”
You smiled despite yourself. And later, back at camp, you said please and he showed you everything you needed to know to defend yourself.
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The stars glisten overhead. Each twinkle is a secret shared between them. A whisper of gossip. You can almost imagine what it would sound like - the tinkling of bells, the soft clink of porcelain.
Astarion purposefully makes his steps louder so you don’t startle when his face pops into your vision. The bags under his eyes seem deeper. His cheeks more hollowed than usual, skin sickly white instead of simply pale. He nudges his head toward the forest, and waits impatiently as you stand to follow.
Long strides carry him quickly through the underbrush, you’re nearly jogging to keep up. And suddenly he stops, ways enough from camp that talking wouldn’t wake anybody up.
He paces, almost frantic. “I don’t know who else to come to for this. The others already don’t trust me - they’d kill me before showing an ounce of kindness.”
“Astarion, what are you talking about?”
He groans and comes to a stop in front of you. His eyes are crazed and starved and apologetic. “I’m hungry,” he finally quietly admits. He takes a step back when he sees the microexpressions in your face. The way your eyes become distant and sharp. At the same time as your mind wanders to your master, you were searching him for any signs of danger. “I know what you’ve been through, but I can’t keep slinking off to eat squirrels and boar - it’s not enough, not if I have to fight. I feel so… weak. I’m open to suggestions, darling, really. I’d much rather not latch onto an old scab.”
When he says it, you turn your head away to hide that side of your neck. You don’t even realize you’re doing it. He can hear your heart racing in your chest. He’s worried for a moment that you’ll pass out. But he waits, as patient as a starving vampire can be, while you think. He makes no move forward, no efforts to reach toward you or grab you.
If eating animals couldn’t satisfy him enough, then only bigger prey would. Your mind jumps to shout “HUMAN” in your ear, but then you’re reminded of the bodies left in your wake. With each encounter, all manner of unsavory types were abandoned, left to rot and decay.
“T- The goblins? Could you eat those?”
He huffs, frustration seeping into his tone. “Well, yes, but there’s a startling lack of them for at least a mile down the road. With your permission, I’d be more than happy to eat my fill after a fight - even during, should it come to that. But if I have to fight tomorrow like- like this,” he gestures to himself, but his voice chokes before he can describe what may happen. He sighs.
The moon watches silently as you struggle against yourself. The stars whisper vitriol to each other, giggling as you clench and unclench your fists. You could do it. You could help him, right now. But just thinking about his mouth on your neck-
You swallow. “I may have an idea. I- I don’t know how well it’ll work, but…”
“I’m all pointy ears, darling.”
You stumble over your words, trying and failing to explain your thoughts. Eventually, you huff in annoyance with yourself and tell him to wait there, before disappearing back in the woods towards camp. You grab your dagger from beneath the pillow, an empty bottle you found, and a roll of bandages.
He frowns when he sees what you’ve returned with. “What are you doing with all that?”
You shove the roll of bandages towards him and he takes them, unwilling to upset you further when your face was set with such determination. You hold the bottle under your arm and steady your blade against your hand.
“Darling, what-”
The smell of blood hits him like a tidal wave. He can’t tear his eyes away. Something animalistic inside of him wants to lunge for a drink; it takes every ounce of his willpower not to.
You uncork the bottle with your teeth and line the dripping blood up with the whole. With a squeeze and a whimper, blood begins to fill the container. The drip slows when the bottle is halfway full. Even for a small jar, it’s impressive. You hold it out for him to take, a slight tremor in your fingertips. “Drink it.”
He can’t argue. He can barely form the words to say anything. All he can think about is the sanguine fluid presented to him. He licks a stray drip trailing down the side of the bottle with a sigh. So sweet. So warm. Thick and rich, not some watered down rancid rat’s blood. He’s groaning as he tips it back, gulping every last drop down.
In his distraction, you pull the bandage from his hand. It takes no effort at all. You wrap a section around your hand.
Astarion sighs long and low when he finishes. His eyes are closed, savoring the taste on his tongue. “That was…” He huffs with a smile, fangs bared and tinted with your blood. When the daze of hunger passes, his eyes find you.
You tried repeatedly to hold the bandage in place, pinning it between the back of your hand and your stomach, trying to hold onto it with your fingers, even trying to use your teeth. It falls each time. You’re careful not to let it hit the ground. You had enough to worry about - best not add infection to the list. Pale hands stop you before you can try again.
You startle away at first. His fingers barely wrap around your wrist, making no effort to hold you in place, only to hold you steady. His other hand takes hold of the bandage.
“May I?” It’s deep, almost seductive. He has a smirk on his face again. Already his skin is gaining the slightest tint of color; his eyes don’t look as tired. “It’s the least I could do.”
Everything inside of you tells you to run away. He’s too close. One quick movement while you’re off guard and he could drain you dry. He could hurt you. Your dagger is abandoned on the ground, dirt sticking to the wet blood along its edge as it waits to be cleaned. You’re defenseless.
With the barest nod, he gets to work. Nimble fingers wrap the cloth securely and tie it off on the back of your hand, out of the way so you can still hold onto things. He guides your hand to his mouth and you’re scared he’ll tear the bandage off and dig his teeth and tongue into the cut, but all he does is place a small kiss over it.
“This is a gift, you know,” he whispers, eyes half-lidded not with lust - but something reminiscent of it. A poor imitation. “I won’t forget it.”
He lets go of your hand. With a smile - too devious to be genuine - he slips back into the woods.
Her eyes don’t haunt you in your dreams that night. Her mouth doesn’t curl around contempt and honeyed words. All you see is him. His eyes staring through thick lashes into yours as his lips place a feathered kiss on your hand.
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kyojurismo · 11 months
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I don't know If this counts as an Emergency Request and I know I've already made like two, but can I have an emergeny request?!
I'm just now realizing how freaking messed up I am with comfort and knowing when I need help and Why I want and hate physical contact so much!
I'm terrified when people start yelling and I get really shaking and -twitchy when people start raising their voices becuase I associate loud voices with "physical punishment"
I hate asking for emotinal support becuase I'm afraid of being pushed aside and scolded. I'm now realizing why I want to be hugged with so much force and just scream!
I'm asking for Kyojuro, Tengen and his wives, Akaza and Sanemi in a scenario where fem reader is remebering her home life as a child so she suddenly gets really jumping, twitchy, emotinal, and anxious, but refuses to admit she needs help becuase actaully aknowleging it terrifies her, but then she hears someone loudly yelling and breaks down just wanting to squeeze and scream and becuase her family relationship, she doesn't know how to react when she is just genuinly comforted.
Please, I'm really wanting some comfort right now, even if its just ficton.
▸ ANSWERING. i’m in super delay and i deeply apologise. i’m not sure i actually did justice to this kind of feeling… i hope that’s okay and that it’ll help you a bit <3 i’m sending you a big big hug 🫂
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▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba
▸ CHARACTERS. kyojuro rengoku x fem!reader, tengen uzui & wives x fem!reader, sanemi shinazugawa x fem!reader, akaza x fem!reader
▸ RATING. sfw
▸ WARNINGS. this is my first time writing for akaza i’m shaking, tension, crying, childhood trauma, angst but with comfort, not proofread ofc. lemme know if i missed something !!
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KYOJURO RENGOKU
kyojuro is checking senjuro's training, giving him advice and such, while you're cleaning the living area. you remember a moment from when you were young, casually: it's your mother scolding you because you're crying, then your father is here too... you sigh heavily and shake your head, as if to get rid of that memory.
you're unconsciously trembling the whole time, but keep on cleaning. every noise starts to get you more and more nervous, until you hear shinjuro calling kyojuro's name from his room, his tone always so rude, that you break down.
you fall on the ground, hiding your teary face and heavily shaking. kyojuro notices and is soon by your side, checking on you. senjuro goes to their father instead, avoiding him getting angry.
"y/n, what's wrong?" he asks you, trying to gently move your hands from your face. "i'll... i can handle this," you quickly reply, pushing him away. kyojuro frowns, not truly understanding the situation. "i just need to finish cleaning," you whisper and try to grab the cloth you were using to clean the table before kyojuro stops you.
"why are you crying?" he tries again, searching for your eyes. "i'm not crying!" you snap at him, not really making him back away. "baby..." it is as if you're crying even more at this point. kyojuro pulls you against his chest, circling you with his arms.
he's warm, his perfume is comforting and familiar, his big hands are caressing your back gently, soothing you. "w-what are you doing?" you ask, trying to move in his embrace. "i'm comforting you. you're not alone, darling," he caresses your wet cheek and smiles down at you. "i'm here for you, when you're feeling good and when you're down, you don't have to push away your feelings, or else it will get worse."
you stare into his glowing eyes, listening in silence. you've never felt like this before. you were used to force yourself to simply push forward when you were feeling down or overwhelmed, your parents never truly comforted you and kyojuro doing it so loving made a new wave of tears streaming down your cheeks.
"it's okay, let it out."
TENGEN, HINATSURU, MAKIO AND SUMA UZUI
[the memory is pretty much the same for the tengen & sanemi too]
you let a plate fall on the floor, making hinatsuru, who's standing by your side, jump. "wait, don't move..." she says, before kneeling down to gather the broken pieces before throwing them away. "i'm so sorry," you say on the verge of tears.
hina simply shakes her head and smiles at you. "we have plenty of plates, honey," she chuckles, before resuming washing the rest of dirty dishes.
you follow her example and keep drying the now clean dishes. in the back of your head you hear your father shouting at you for breking something and you jump, making another plate fall and break. hinatsuru turns towards you, nothing your distressed expression.
"lord tengen is gonna get mad... i'm so sorry, hinatsuru!" you cry, even though deep inside you know tengen rarely raised his voice at the four of you. "oh baby... don't worry about the plates, no one will scold you for breaking them," she tries to assure you, taking your hand.
makio comes into the kitchen, noticing the broken plate. "what happened?? someone tried to attack you?!" she raises her voice due to preoccupation, checking the whole area to make sure nobody is there to hurt you. "an attack?!" here comes suma. "hey!" tengen enters the kitchen too, to see what's the matter.
"he will get angry, he will scold me again, he will..." you curl up on the floor, cutting your hand with one of the broken pieces but you can't notice it. you're repeating the two phrases over and over, hina and tengen are the first to notice.
"there's nothing, calm down," makio pushes suma away, sighing. "but what if he’s hiding?" she cries, looking around nervously. "don't be dumb, how can he hide when there's five of us here?!"
"shut up!" hinatsuru shouts at the two, making you flinch. tengen moves closer, moving you away from the broken plate and checking your hand. "dumb baby," he whispers while carefully removing the splinter. "don't get mad at me please," you're crying at this point.
"i didn't wanted to break them, i swear!" you scream right into his face while more and more tears stream down your face. "i don't care about a bunch of boring dishes," tengen assures you deathly serious. "get of the kitchen," he orders the others, who quickly obey and say nothing.
tengen notices you're shaking while staring at the ground. "hey, it's okay," tengen cups your cheeks and kisses your forehead, trying to calm you down. "i... i don't know what to do," you whisper, simply staring at his face. "you’re very nervous baby, why don’t you try breathing with me?”
you follow his suggestion and once you’re more calmed tengen hugs you, cuddling with you. he leaves a few kisses on your head while holding you.
“this is… so comforting,” you mutter against his chest, surprising him. “t-that’s the point,” he stutters, noticing how you never actually asked for help and are the one who’s rarely seen seeking this kind of treatment. “you’re okay, darling.”
SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA
you’re walking by his side while you two go back to his mansion. he just finished training with iguro and you clearly see he’s a bit tired from the past few days.
when you walk past a little group of slayers, you don’t notice at first but they’re arguing about something. when one of them shouts you jump, bumping into sanemi’s side. “what?” he glances at you and notices something isn’t right. the following screaming and shouting stress you even more, while memories from your childhood take control over your mind.
“what’s wrong?” sanemi asks you, stopping mid track. “n-nothing, i’m alright,” you reply, as if you weren’t clearly shaking and on the verge of tears. “yeah, well that’s bullshit.”
you meet his eyes and flinch back a bit, scared of actually opening up. “i just want to go home…” you try to avoid talking about it and resume walking, moving rapidly. sanemi grunts in response but follows you, staring at you.
once you reach his mansion you’re quick to get the dinner ready, hoping to distract yourself, but you’re failing. sanemi follows your every action and it makes you even more nervous.
if i speak about it, he would push me away and start hating me, stating that i’m weak.
“okay, i’ve had enough of your shit,” he snaps and stops you. he grabs your hands and makes you turn towards him. “you’re all twitchy, you’re holding back tears and you’re clearly distressed. what’s wrong? someone hurt you?” you shake your head, knowing that you would end up crying if you speak. “y/n, i just want to help alright? but i can’t do that if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” sanemi gets more worried as the time pass.
you notice it and you start crying, feeling bad for making him worry so much. “jeez,” sanemi pulls you into an embrace and you hide your face against his chest. “i’m so sorry!” you raise your voice, crying. his hands caress your back slowly, trying to calm you. “it’s okay,” he assures you and rest his chin on your head, keeping you close to his body. “i-i don’t know how i should react, i just don’t know,” you grip his uniform and sniff, shaking a bit. “just let it out, baby.”
sanemi keeps comforting you, making sure you know that he’s here for you and that it’s okay. it’s okay to cry and ask for help.
AKAZA
[i opted for a nightmare in his case, akaza is visiting reader during the night]
you’re turning in your sleep and sometimes little wails leave your lips, you’re sweating. akaza enters into your house and reaches the bedroom. you wake up right before he enters the bedroom and quickly wipe your tears, catching your breath.
dreaming your parents scolding and yelling at you is the last thing you expected. you’re feeling as if your every next move would be the wrong one and someone will appear to scold you, making you feel small and useless.
“you okay?” he kneels beside your futon and notices your status. “mh, i just had a nightmare. it’s okay,” you reply, trying your best to get over it soon. “you wanna cuddle for a while?” akaza asks, a gentle smile appears on his face. “oh, um… why would i?” you genuinely ask, confusing him a bit.
“well… i think humans like being comforted after a bad dream,” he scratches his neck while chuckling lowly. “i-i’ve never done that… i mean, i don’t know how…” you stutter and start crying without noticing. akaza frowns and raises his hand to wipe away your tears. “let’s do that, alright,” he says before laying down beside you. he circles your body with his arms and holds you closer to his chest. “t-thank you..?” you whisper, letting him do whatever he please.
akaza caresses your hips slowly, kissing your cheeks every once in a while. “i love you,” he mutters against your skin. “i’ll always be with you,” he promises. you scoot closer and smile, taking one of his hands into yours.
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▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. well i hope it wasn’t too bad because it started to suck for me lol lol lol
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tomhollandisabae · 1 year
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arcadia - simon "ghost" riley x f!reader
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fandom; call of duty
summary; maybe helping emotinally ghost isn't the best idea. harsh words are being said, feelings are hurt and after an eventfull night your lives make an 180 turn
warnings; angst, mature language, mature themes, mentions of trauma, heavy smut [18+/ MINORS D.N.I.] / unedited
words; 4.1k
a/n; it's actually friends to enemies... i uploaded again because for some reason tumblr is messing w the hastags... and my nerves!!!
enjoy❤️
Since the first day you joined task force 141, you had been obsessed with Ghost.
Behind his scary mask, you imagined a man that was hurting. You could read his eyes like an open book, understanding when he was in pain –physically and mentally- when he was sad, angry and many other emotions.
It wasn’t like you were sorry for him, but sad by everything he had been through. Of course you weren’t aware about his childhood trauma, but everyone had experienced something bad in their lives that made them join the army, well... most of them. Apart from you...
You were coming from a wealthy background, being raised as a princess, having the world at your feet, a happy family and a happy life. And that was why Ghost didn’t like you.
Not one bit.
He was thinking very low of you, believing that a person like you would never understand everything that he had been through. He basically loathed you because you were happy, the people you loved most were all alive and you didn’t have to keep a blank face while hiding behind a mask, feeling like a coward.
As a matter of fact that you were a medic and didn’t have to be on the field, you were only seeing Ghost while he was in base.
You were always smiling warmly at him, trying to cheer him up –maybe even make him crack a smile too –yet you never succeeded. He was being grumpy all the time, ignoring you all the time. When you would sit next to him at lunch, he would silently eat his food not even paying attention to what you were saying and then get up and leave. When you would join him in training, he would pretend that you weren’t even there. When you would approach him for a small talk in the hallway, he would pass you by. When he would get hurt and you would have to treat him, he would keep his face straight, never look at you and leave as soon you were done, not even saying a small thank you.
But you wouldn’t let that get to you. You would try every day, every hour and every second. You wanted to make that man see the happiness in life, that no matter what happened to him in the past, he would be able to start over.
It was no lie that with time passing by, you fell for the big scary grumpy man that would never spare you a single glance. But you kept trying, until one day...
Everyone had returned from a mission and some of the men were at the med bay getting treated. However, you never saw Ghost coming in... you felt relieved knowing that he didn’t get hurt, but you still wanted to see him for you missed him.
“y/n, will you go check on Ghost in his room. Some said that he got hurt, but never came in” a nurse informed you and you felt you heart dropping.
As you made your way towards his room, many thoughts surrounded your head. How badly hurt was he? Why wouldn’t he come at the med bay? Was he so weak that he couldn’t walk anymore? Your heartbeat picked up at these thoughts and you found yourself sprinting to his room.
When you finally reached your destination, you knocked at his door, hoping for an answer, yet nothing, so you knocked again and again and again until you heard him groan from the other side, finally opening his door.
“are you okay?” was the first thing that you said while scanning his body for any injuries.
“i’m good. I took care of everything” he replied with a cold voice.
“why didn’t you come to me?” you tilted your head in question.
“i’m fine” he avoided your question and tried to close the door, but you blocked it with your hand.
“no you’re not ghost! What is wrong with you? do you ever think about you and the risk you’re putting yourself through?” you pointed your finger at him.
“even if i did, that's none of your business. So stop being so fucking annoying and leave me the hell alone.” he raised his voice and you gasped by that.
“sim--” you tried to say but he cut you off.
“don’t you fucking say my name. You're nothing but a filthy rich little girl that is used on having everything she fucking wants and now that she can’t have that anymore she’s being a pain in the arse.” his words took you aback, breaking your heart.
“you don’t mean that...” you let out a weak voice.
“believe what you want” and with that he closed the door loudly.
Tears started running down your face and you ran towards your room, avoiding everyone in your way. When you entered the place that you could found some kind of comfort you fall onto your bed and cried your heart out.
You never believed that he would ever treat you like that. You thought that would manage to get on his good side as the time was passing by, but obviously that never happened and never will.
His words resulted in you not leaving your room for the next week, until one day after a successful mission when everyone had decided to go out for drinks.
You made a huge effort to get ready and follow the others at the bar.
When you reached there you isolated yourself at the far end of the room, away from everyone’s eyes, while you started getting yourself drunk.
You were on your fifth –or something –beer, when someone caught your hand, preventing you from attaching your lips on the cold bottle, but when you turned your face to see whoever was that that was holding your wrist, you came face to face with those sweet, but also cold eyes that you had fallen for. Ghost...
“you’ve drunk enough” he exclaimed.
“hmm how’d you know? Have you been watching me big guy?” you smiled lazily at him, feeling a weird confidence overtaking you.
“i’m taking you to base” he said.
“nooooo I wanna drink more” you let out a whine.
he didn’t say anything back, just tighten the grip on your wrist while he literally dragged you out of the bar.
On your way back to base, you kept singing and singing while following Ghost carefully.
“my body is a map of L.A and my heart is like paper, I hate ya...” you swung from side to side as your eyes were travelling all around the street.
“i’m not from the land of the palms, so I know I can’t stay here” you wiggled your hand out of his grip and he turned to look at you stand.
“i’m not native, but my curves, san gabriel all day” you grabbed his hands, intertwining your fingers.
“my lips like the fire licks the bay, if you think that you know yourself, you can come over” he tensed.
“lay your hands on me like you’re a land rover” you rested your head on his shoulder.
“in arcadia...” he took in a sharp breath.
“arcadia...” you placed your other hand on his forearm softly.
“all roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries” he felt as if he couldn’t breathe anymore.
“that get the blood flowin’ straight to the heart of me...” you hummed as you stroked softly his hand.
You felt a warm feeling overflowing within you as you were so close to him, so close to the man that you so very much loved with your whole heart.
The man that had broken your heart...
You unfocused for the rest of the walk, letting him guide to through the dark of the night.
At last you reached your room, without you even realising. You only felt Ghost placing you down on your soft mattress as he took of your shoes and stand back up.
You raised your head looking him straight in the eyes with tears falling down on your cheeks.
“stay...” you let out a low whimper while holding his hand.
He stood like a statue, not knowing how to react.
“i can’t--” you cut him off.
“why do you hate me?” you sobbed.
Again, he didn’t say anything.
“i won’t apologise for the life I had for I wasn’t the one that chose it, but with all my happiness and wiliness I wanted to make you feel better, I wanted to make you see that there’s still life out there for you, because... I care about you.” you sniffled.
“i never meant to annoy you, never meant to make you feel bad, I just wanted to brighten your day.” you got up, still holding his hand.
“i’m sorry if i made you feel bad about yourself, I'm sorry for everyth--” he placed his other hand on your mouth.
“no one cares about me” his voice was barely heard.
You couldn’t reply though, as his hand was preventing you from talking.
However, what he did next made your eyes widen as he lifted his mask so that his soft pink lips were revealed. The hand on your mouth travelled south, placing itself softly on your waist, while his other hand intertwined with yours. He leaned down, lips hovering above yours, his breath falling soundly against your mouth.
You squished his hand in reassurance and finally his lips connected with yours. His lips were warm and soft almost silken, and pillowy against your own. Your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. Now, he had brought both hands on your waist, pulling you closer resulting in your bodies to be pressed together heatedly, breathing heavily as your lips pressed against each other. You could taste your shared breath, while feeling the thud of your combined heartbeat.
Warmth blossomed in your chest, sparks igniting as he lowered his head, disconnected his lips from yours, guiding them towards your jaw, peppering kisses across it and the lower on you neck placing a light kiss on your pulse point as he took in your sweet aroma. The smell of his own perfume, of the soft scent, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in your stomach.
“Ghost...” you whimper, tears now dried.
He lifted his head looking at you. Once again, he brought his lips again on yours, this time in a more demanding kiss. His hands started fumbling to take off your clothes, starting with your shirt as you lifted your hands up to help pull it off of you, while your other clothes followed suit, as you stood now completely naked in front of him.
The room was dark, so you both couldn’t see much. Ghost finally, picks you up and throws you on the bed as he eyed you for a long moment, searching and looking at your body, before the tension left his own. He tried to take in as much as he could with the help of the moonlight that was making its way through the curtains. He took in your unscarred body, the way your chest was moving up and down as you tried to regain your breath, your beautiful breasts with your erected nipples that were awaiting for him to feel his tender touch, his gentle fingers, his warm lips around them. Then his eyes darted onto your waist and he couldn’t help but imagine his hands grabbing on the soft flesh, squishing your skin, while pleasing you the best he could. Then he moved on your hips and the area he craved more as he felt his feet giving up from under him as he kneeled down, placing his big hands on both your thighs parting them without taking his eyes from your pussy, noticing the way it was glistening with your wetness. He looked up at you, your soft eyes locking with his.
His hands travelled across your stomach, reaching your breasts, cropping them softly and then it was as something snapped in him. He stood up taking of his shirt and climbed on top of you, bringing you in the middle of your bed as your legs rested on either side of him. His breath hitting against your lips, one hand lowering itself on your soft body, while the other stayed on the side of your head, supporting himself.
“Ghost...” you cried out.
Now his hand was only inches away from the warm core, caressing it with a finger –or was it two fingers? -two, perhaps even three, were now travelling down the gulley and any moment, any millisecond, you would have to plead –this was what you had wanted him to want to do since the day you first met him –and you were caught between excitement and panic, and it –the tongue –you felt as if you were swallowing it and you didn’t mind it anymore, because he had begun to moan softly –he couldn’t very well say anything with his tongue in your mouth –streak the hand had leaded back up to the rib cage, no longer on the side but going up the front, inland. Slither went the tongue, but the entire terrain of your torso to explore and not just the sides –oh God, it was not just at the border where the flesh of the breast joins the pectoral sheath of the chest –no, the hand was cupping your entire right –Now! You must plead, not able to take any more of his teasing, and talk to him like a dog –and oh God, what were you supposed to do now –inasmuch as it, his hand, was at this instant passing over your entire right breast and you could feel the pressure –light pressure, but pressure –Now! The ‘please, Ghost –but it was as if the cord between your will and your central nervous system had been cut.
“y/n, do you want me?” he finally spoke as he pulled away from yours lips, but you still couldn’t matter a word, his touch was too much.
He took notice of this, the hand that was in your core swirled around your wetness.
“you do want me” he answered himself.
He smiled, a smile of genuine delight, never seen in the last months, made the moment even more precious. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.
“oh God, yes, I do want you” you cried out, something awakening in you as you kissed his sleek muscular chest, then sliding your hand downward outside his trousers encountered a leaning tower of pressure “and I could say the same ‘bout you” you whispered in his ear.
His head fell limp in the crook of your neck, your hands finally finding their home around his neck.
He pulled away abruptly, trembling, breathing like a drowning man, and his hands went to unclasp her hands from his neck.
“i can’t” he said in a anguished tone.
You were deaf to all reason, your small face blind with aroused need, the slender naked body on flames.
“i love you” you cried, fingers touching where his hair is hidden by his black mask, and it was not the first time that you had known, but the first time you had said it, and all miracle of your understanding it was in your shivering voice.
Ghost didn’t say anything, just made a wild, smothered sound, staring down into your face as you raised your limp head to meet his hard mouth, your lips filled with a sensuality which turned you both to fire.
You wanted to tell him that you understood him, in a way that you'd never understood anyone before. Because you were with him, in this moment. It wasn’t even like being colleagues or work partners –even friends, it was much closer than that, much deeper. You'd torn down all the barriers and put your soul into his hands.
“i love you” you told him again.
his lips slightly brushed against your cheek before he stood up once again.
You broke into cold sweat thinking that he would leave you, that all this was too much for him, that you’d overstepped his space... his feelings, but he didn’t leave.
You watched him as he took of the rest of his clothes, joining you on the bed again, now him being completely naked too. You gasped at the feeling of his warm cock head against your swollen clit. He had worked you up so much that you were on the verge of a break down –but no, you couldn’t beg, plead for your realise –too scared that he would up and leave you for good.
But you’ve had enough... so you took matters into your own hands and you flipped him around, the look on his face not going unnoticed by you.
You placed your body between his legs, giving yourself access to what you needed and he exhaled harshly.
“y/n, what are y--”
Your lips flowed over the wide crown. He reached for the white mattress underneath him, his hands curling around them with white-knuckled force. You held him with both hands and mouthed the plush head, sucking gently. The softness of his skin and his uniquely appealing scent made you moana round him. You felt the vibration ripple through his entire body and heard a rough sound rumble in his chest.
“lick it” he touched your cheeks.
Aroused by the command, you fluttered your tongue across the underside and shivered with delight when he rewarded you with a hot burst of pre-cum. Fisting the root of him with one hand, you hollowed your cheeks and drew rhythmically, hoping for more.
You wanted to drive him crazy.
He made a sound filled with the sweetest agony;
“God, y/n... your mouth. Keep sucking. Like that... hard and deep.”
You were so turned on by his pleasure you squirmed. His hands pushed into your bound hair, pulling and tugging at the roots. You loved how he starred out with tenderness, then grew rougher as the lust he felt for you overwhelmed his control.
The soft bite of pain made you hungrier, greedier. your head bobbed as you pleasured him, jacking him with one hand while you sucked and stroked the crest with your mouth. Heavy veins coursed the length of his cock, and you slid the flat of your tongue along them, tilting your head to find and caress each one.
“stop” he let out a heavy voice after a while.
You pulled away from his cock, looking at him anxiously.
“come here” he instructed and you climbed on top of him.
He didn’t waste on second as he collided his lips with yours turning you both around as you were now underneath him. His mouth departed from your own, making its way along your neck, your collarbones, and he was cupping your breasts, kneading them with soft, rhythmic squeezes.
“ghost--” he cut you off.
“shh” he sucks on your lower lip, his fingers rolling and tugging your tender nipples.
His mouth surrounded the tip of your breast, the wash of heat bringing a mist of perspiration to your skin.
One of his hands pushed between your legs. They fell open shamelessly, your body so aroused you were flushed and almost feverish. His other hand continued to plump your breasts, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive.
“you’re so wet for me” he murmured, his gaze sliding down your body to where he was parting you with his fingers.
“you’re beautiful here too. Plush and pink. So soft.” he said and you whimpered.
He lowered his head between your parted legs, joining his hand. His tongue made contact with your heat drawing provocative laps against your flesh. Your hands fisted in the sheet, your chest heaving as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, he nudged the hypersensitive knot of nerves, as your hips were moving restlessly into the devious torment, your whole tightening with the clawing need to cum.
The light teasing flutters were driving you insane, giving you just enough to make you wtiyhe but not enough to get you off.
“ghost, please...” you finally cried out, pleading for your realise.
“not yet.”
He tortured you, coaxing your body to the brink of orgasm, and then letting you slide back down. Over and over. Until sweat misted your skin and your heart felt like it would burst. His tongue was tireless and diabolical, cleverly focusing on your clit until a single stroke would set you off, then moving lower to thrust into you. the soft, shallow plunges were maddening, the flickering against the nerve-laden tissues making you desperate enough to beg shamelessly.
“please Ghost... let me cum... I need to cum, please.” you begged.
“shh, angel... I'll take care of you.”
He finished you with a tenderness that made the orgasm roll through you like a crashing wave, building and swelling and spreading through you in a warm rush of pleasure.
He threaded his fingers with yours when he came over you again, restraining your arms. The head of his cock aligned with the slick entrance of your body and he pushed inexorably into you. You moaned, shifting to accommodate the heavy surge if his penis.
Ghost's breath gusted hard and humid against your throat, his big frame trembling as he slid carefully inside you.
“you're so soft and warm. Fuck.” he breathed out.
You wrapped your legs around his hips, welcoming him deeper. Then his thumb was on your clit, rubbing in circles that had your hips churning.
“yes!” you moaned, raking your nails down his back. He wasn’t icy anymore. He was on fire.
“fuck me, Ghost. Fuck me hard.” you moaned.
Y/n...” his mouth covered yours. He fisted your hair, holding you still as he lunged again and again, pounding hard and deep.
“fucking hell...” he groaned into your neck.
The rhythmic slap of his heavy balls against the curve of your buttocks and the harshness of his possessive litany drove you insane with lust. You felt yourself quickening with every twinge of pain, felt your sex tightening with your growing arousal.
With a long, guttural groan he started coming, his flexing body quaking as he emptied himself inside you.
You held him as he climaxed, stroking his back, pressing kisses along his shoulder.
“hold on.” he said roughly, pushing his hands beneath you and flattening your breasts against him.
Ghost pulled you up, the sat down with you straddling his hip. You were slick from his orgasm, making it easy for him to push back inside you.
His hands brushed the hair away from your face, then wiped your tears of relief.
“i’m always hard for you, always hot for you. I'm always half-crazy with wanting you. If anything could change that, I would’ve done it before we got this far. Understand?” he confessed.
“yes.” your hands wrapped around his wrists.
“now, show me that you still want me after that.” his face was flushed and damp, his eyes dark and turbulent “i need to know that losing control doesn’t mean I've lost you.”
You pulled his palms from your face and urged them down on your breasts. When he cupped them, you splayed your hands on his shoulders and started riding him. You kept lifting up your body and then falling back down over and over again while he kept on squeezing your breasts.
“ghost...”
“simon.” your eyes locked with his “call me simon.” he breathed out, lips parted, breathing heavily as he started pistoning his hips against yours making throw your head backwards.
“fuck, simon...” you cried out as you felt your silk walls flattering around him.
“come on, angel, cum for me. Show me how good I'm making you feel.” that did it for you as you through yourself backwards, hands clasping on his hips as you tried closing your legs due to the extent pleasure, but he made sure to keep them open, as he came inside you once again.
“fuck...” you exhaled as you slumped against his torso, legs still trembling.
He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close, stroking your back softly, as he tried to show you with his actions what he couldn’t express with words... I love you.
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gaaralover55 · 6 months
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I rewatched Winx Club season 4 again. And I thought back on a old conversation I had and a inspiring idea from the amazing artist and writer @charmixpower .
What if it wasn't Nabu who sadly sacrificed himself during season 4. What if instead it was Timmy!
This idea has so much potential for great story ideas! Like we get to see Tecna handling the lost of the first man she had ever opened her self up to. To see Timmy slipp away, turn into dust and Tecna is emotinally destroyed. Because she can't save him And we get to see her face the mortality, lose control over her emotions when Ogron takes her last gift, the very gift that could have bringed Timmy back to life! And gives it to a flower while laughing at her pain! That we get to see her join. Nebula and the other earth fairies to hunt down the remaning wizards instead of Aisha.
And then we have the the rest of winx club and the specialists facing the trauma and PTSD from the whole experience. Riven and Helia is most effected by this! Because they where closest to Timmy.
Nabu blames himself for being so weak, that if he hadn't been knocked out by Ogron so easily. Maybe Timmy would be still there. And he wants to get his hands on the black circle members!
And Sky blames himself and start to doubt himself as a leader! The one to make the specialists get themselves back together is Brandon!
And this idea would work. Because Aisha get to rest this season (Because let this poor girl rest! She has gone through enough drama and trauma since season 2! Let her rest this season!) and most important! Nabu dosen't die and dosen't get forgotten. That also shows he matters!
And now it's time to see Tecna lose control and goes on a mission to end the wizards life! She would be ruthless because she would have no controll over her emotions and no longer use the light side of Technomagic!
While the light side of techno magic is based on creation, computers and data. Like that based on american/french/italian cartoons presentation of pepole with techno abilities.
But the dark side of Technomagic is based on destruction, Virus, creation and evolution. Think the powers is like that of Terminators or Necrons from Warhammer 40k.
She would use the dark and destuctive side of technomagic! She would be a monster!
And when Ogron tries to asorb her fairy magic! It would hurt him! Poison him! Because her magic source is no longer pure! But now her magic is toxic against anyone who is not Zenithian.
(MORE WILL COME)
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glitchblack · 11 months
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I just came back from gotg vol 3 and I'm very emotional about it. I'm gonna put my thoughts right under the line - SPOILERS AHEAD!!!
[THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!!!! MASSIVE STORY SPOILERS RIGHT AFTER THE CUT!!!]
first things first; i am so fucking happy rocket doesn't die. as a matter of fact; no one dies! that makes my suffering heart so much lighter.
some of my highlights; - the banter between kraglin and cosmo (my heart yearned for this) - NEBULA GETTING EMOTINAL WITH ALL THE CHILDREN!! - also drax full on dad mode! <3 <3 - mantis being the shining beacon of hope; I love my happy girl. <3 - gamora being badass af; man I love her. - ROCKET SAVING ALL THE ANIMALS!!! - the collector was there too! - adam warlock *I am looking respectfully* - it wasn't a slapstick comedy movie. (yeah, it was funny, but in the actual fitting scenes) - ROCKET FUCKING RACOON!
basically all things ROCKET! he's so brave and he's been through so much trauma and suffering and he's in pain. but he's healing from it. he saved all of them, but mostly he saved himself. I love him so much - he's my favourite out of all guardians <3
[I might actually start reading his comics now]
james gunn was able to make me cry - in a cinema; with other people present. I will forever hate him for this. he made me feel things. a lot of things and I'm still emotional (even after taking an hour to write on this and forming my thoughts into words and not just incoherent screaming.)
in summary - the best marvel movie since guardians of the galaxy vol. 2 <3
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