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Adam Faulkner-Stanheight - Comfort

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Warnings = swearing, idk

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Summary = Adam has a nightmare and seeks comfort in you.

(First post in.. how long? LOL)

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Adam wakes with a start, his back sticky with sweat and hair clinging to his forehead. He finds his breaths are raspy, desperate gasps of air. His eyes dart around the room, dimly lit by fluorescent lights and his nose recoils at the putrid scent of human excretion.

“Adam,” your soft voice croaks, thick with sleep, but your voice slips past, lost in the whirlwind of thoughts gurgling in his head.

He’s back. Back in the god forsaken bathroom. Back to the worst period of his life. Back to being chained to a pipe, his ankle rubbed raw by his restraints.

And then he wasn’t.

“Adam,” you repeat, your gentle hand clasping his shoulder. You visibly relax at the sight of Adam’s rigid muscles loosening, the uncoiling of his tight ligaments ripples through his body like a stone in a puddle.

Adam’s embarrassment is postponed as he begins to sob. His body unwinds into rigid cries, triggered by the lingering trauma of the Jigsaw trap. His body violently racks with wails, his head throbbing against his skull as he buries his face into his hands, curling up and into himself like a frightened little kid.

“Adam,” you repeat, this time without drive. Your hand descends down his arm, fingertips lingering on his bicep. You’re aware of what is troubling him. Who isn’t? It was in the papers. But, he had informed you in greater detail of the traumatic events a few months back with the assistance of some liquid courage.

You knew of the night terrors and PTSD attacks he is riddled with. But, you hadn’t experienced them first hand. You are at a loss for words, unspoken phrases jammed in your throat.

“Here, i’ll get you some water,” you decide, beginning to rise from their shared bed to retrieve the fluid.

However, Adam stops you. His hand rockets out toward you, clamping around your wrist so tight it causes a dull ache. “No! Don’t leave- please don’t leave me,” Adam pleads, eyes wide with pure, primal, panic.

“Adam,” you manage, eyebrows rising at the sight of his tear streaked face and behaviour.

“Please stay, don’t leave me,” Adam warbles, his voice wavering between octaves. His other hand slowly clasps your wrist as well.

You pause, gazing into the pleading brown eyes of the man before slowly crawling back into bed, beside the distraught boy. The plush covers invite you, the warmth from where you were resting moments ago still present.

“Adam, it’s okay,” you comfort, hand cautiously finding his back, as if testing the waters of the raging storm that is inside his mind. Does he even want to be touched right now? How will he react?

Your inquiries are answered as he wordlessly tosses himself into your arms. His breath is hot and wet against the nape of your neck and his arms coil around your waist in an unyielding embrace. His skin is slimy with sweat, and occasionally, his moist lips brush against your bare skin, leaving a dewy imprint in its wake.

You awkwardly wrap your arms around his bare torso, conflicted by the blurred boundaries of your guys’ ‘friendship’. Never before had he dared to initiate any physical contact with you. Never before had he let the layers of his soul peel back, revealing a vulnerability you wouldn’t dare use against him. Never before had he truly crossed the defined line that labelled you both as just friends.

Had he wanted to?

Your stream of thoughts are interrupted by Adam pulling away from your comforting embrace, but not entirely. His hands linger by the lower half of your body and your legs are tangled underneath the sheet. His swollen, red eyes are downcast and his chest rises and falls in now steady breaths. 

“You alright?” you ask, the inadequacy of your question glaringly obvious. Is he alright? Obviously fucking not, y/n. He just had a meltdown. 

“Yeah,” he swallows awkwardly, his strained response a futile attempt to brush away the inner turmoil and raw emotions he had laid bare before, for your judging eyes. You resist the urge to press further, to unwind the complicated man in front of you and truly understand each detail of his complicated soul. “lets uh, just… go back to sleep,” he whispers the fragile plea, a desperate attempt to locate some form of normalcy in the chaos of his emotions, to locate some tranquil waters in a raging ocean. And as he turns away, a pang of regret strikes your heart, the dull ache of unspoken words pulsating on your lips. 

You stare aimlessly at his stilling figure, as if waiting in anticipation for something to happen. For him to shoot upright from yet another nightmare, for him to quietly answer the lingering questions in your mind. But he doesn’t. So, with a heavy heart, you lay back down and surrender yourself to a deep slumber.

#fanfic #x reader fanfiction #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #saw franchise #saw 2004 #comfort

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him kicking his feet omg...

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Your honour, they're literally same person

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Ellie Williams x Reader - Late Night Patrol (oneshot)

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Warnings = cussing

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You quiver, pulling your jacket closer to your trembling body but it doesn't really help much. "Ellie, can we hurry up," you shudder out. You sigh and rub your arms frantically, thinking, "I'm going to freeze to death."

She grunts back, obviously not liking the unexpected snow storm all that much either, "I'm going as fast as I can, I swear," she pauses, "C'mere." She holds an arm out and gestures for you to come next to her.

Because of how cold you are, you cling to her side without a complaint. She curls her arm around you and pulls you close to her, allowing you to feel the warmth of her body through the many layers of clothing she is wearing. Your boots crunch in the deep snow, leaving behind tracks that are swiftly covered by fresh snow. The snow is obscuring the torches' light and neither of you can see more than a meter in front of you which makes you a little nervous since anything that may be able to see you, it not visible to you. You struggle to ignore the incessant need to lick your dry, chapped lips and the stinging of your frost-bitten cheeks. Your mind is struggling to think of anything other than that and visions of a warm beverage and bed as you half-yell to her, "We have to be close now, right?" over the raging wind.

She responds by rubbing your side in an effort to make you feel better, "It has to be close now, we didn't go very far. And when we get back, we can stay in bed under the covers for the next few days."

"I agree with that idea, it's too cold to be out patrolling," you sigh as you lean your head on her shoulder. A faint warm glow is need not far in front of you both through the flurry of snow, bringing you a sense of relief.

“Welcome home,” Ellie grins, patting your shoulder as you both walk into Jackson.

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“We made it,” you sigh gleefully as you toss your shoes across the room knowing you’ll complain because you can’t find them tomorrow and collapse onto the bed, exhausted.

“You might want to change into something more comfortable,” Ellie mumbles as she lets her bag down onto the floor. “And don’t you still have mascara on?”

“Too lazy to wipe it off can we just go to sleep,” you mumble into her pillow, the comforting smell of burning wood that lingers on Ellie present on it.

Ellie releases a dramatic sigh and rummages around in the bathroom. Her footsteps approach you and she gently tells you to roll over. “What are you doing?” You grumble as she begins wiping your face.

“Cleaning the makeup off your face, it’s not good to sleep with it on,” she replies, “close your eyes.” She rubs the soaked pads around your face until she deems it a job well done and sits in bed next to you.

“Make room for me,” she grins and you chuckle as you slide over, leaving enough room for her under the covers for her to slip underneath with you.

You kiss her cheek lightly and press your chest against hers, feeling her heart hammer against her chest and into yours. The warmth of her body seeps through her clothing and encompasses you.

A swirl of emotions flutters in your chest, the happiness you feel purely from being close to her overwhelming. You push your head further into the crook of her neck, shivering from her warm breath as it lightly brushes over the top of your head. Instinctually, she curls her arms around you loosely, trusting you enough to know you won't leave her.

The blankets are warm and light over the both of you and you feel he shuffle a bit so that she can look you in the eyes. You lift your head a little, you gaze meeting her celadon coloured eyes and a small smile twitches onto her face before her tongue darts out to lick her lips subconsciously.

Gingerly, you reach a hand up and brush the hair out of her face, letting you hand linger and brushing your thumb along her cheek. She seems to relax instantly, pushing her head into your hand and eyes glancing over your features.

Then she leans in closer.

Her lips meet yours, parting yours gently and sending hot sparks of electricity along your nerves. You kiss back, softly sucking on her bottom lip momentarily and your hands sliding up to rest along her jawline. You pull back and glance into her eyes again, the pale green is swirling with emotions and her face is dusted with pink.

She grins, hands moulding into your waist, and tugs you harshly to the side until you're on top of her. With a gasp or surprise, your hands shoot out, pressing into the soft mattress on either side of her. For a moment, you recollect your thoughts and with a soft giggle, you fall back onto her chest, relaxed and contempt.

Her hands trail along your back, drawing shapes into your skin and lulling you to sleep. "I love you," she whispers into your ear, hot breath fanning your ear and sending a shiver rattling down your spine. You hum and softly mumble an "I love you too," the thoughts slipping from your mind as you are pulled into a deep sleep.

(i aint gonna lie this sat in my drafts for months and i haven't posted so)

#ellie the last of us #the last of us #tlou part two #the last of us part ii #patrol #zombies #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #fanfic #x reader #ellie williams tlou

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“I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out the one I have.”

— Holly Black

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Vi x reader - Cuddles in bed (one shot)

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Warnings = None! Just fluff. :)

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Her lips float over yours, a faint smile on them. When she starts giving you tender, caring, and kind kisses around your neck, her hands warm your sides, sliding down and causing goosebumps to ripple along your skin like bubbles in soda.

Another wave of goosebumps appears down your arms as her palms descend, her pinkies briefly resting on your hip bone, and then she slides them up to your rib cage.

Her body conforms to yours, pressing her chest into yours, her hips against yours, and her legs entwined like a pair of earbuds you've had in your pocket all day.

Each part of you is exactly designed to fit into the other, as though you are two pieces of a single puzzle.

"I love you, y/n," Vi says into your neck, her warm breath fanning over the skin there. You hum, tracing forcefields across her back and focusing all of your attention on the girl.

She raises her head and hovers her face above yours, a small smile on her lips. "You're so lovely," she praises as she hooks a finger under your chin.

She would have noticed the vibrant blush that washed over your face if the lights had not been turned off.

"You're so beautiful. So perfect," she says before returning to you and pressing her nose into the crescent of your neck, inhaling your familiar and calming scent and sighing contentedly.

"You're hot," you snicker back, running your fingers through her tangled pink hair and allowing it to untangle around your fingers.

Your bodies mould together once more, like two halves slotting together, and heat wraps around both of you like a warm blanket.

Vi presses a soft kiss against your lips, pouring every droplet of passion she has in her heart and soul for you into it. Then there was another. And yet another. And yet another. Until you're both giggling like girls at a sleepover. Time appears to fold in on itself, and each kiss expresses how she feels for you, a feeling that you reciprocate.

You breathe bliss into each other's mouths for the remainder of the night, with hushed giggles and gentle smiles that say more than words ever could.

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane oneshot #league of legends #league of lesbians #vi x reader #cuddles #cuddling #couple #romantic #passion #one shot #violet

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