#i only made this joke because i woke up in bed in cold sweat

[avonne-writes]

YOU ARE A GENIUS. I’ve been reading the new chapters of Reverie as you update it, but it’s been a while since I’ve read the first few chapters. So I’m going back to reread from the beginning right now and am losing my mind over the parallels.

First of all, I forgot that the literal opening scene was Buck burning their dreamscape 😭 but we had NO idea what was coming.

Then, we’ve gone from “She'd always like his jokes and would never cry, because Bucky hated the sound of sniffling” to —> Buck sniffling being the best sound Bucky’s ever heard because it means he’s alive and breathing.

I’m sure I’m gonna find so many more of these tidbits as I continue my reread, so I’m very excited!! <3

Thank you so much, dear! ❤️ I'm glad you're rereading the beginning and finding all these connections with the later chapters. It made me really happy that you found them!

You can also see that I already talked about the possibility of the connection being shut down in the first chapter. Another parallel between chapter 1 and chapter 7 is their first time dreamwalking and their first time since Gale was shot down:

Chapter 1:

Bucky woke up immediately. Sitting up in his bed, he shivered as cold sweat dried on his neck. He tried to calm his erratic breathing while his mind was racing with the realization - he had dreamwalked. He did it! He had given up on it so long before that he couldn't believe that it finally happened. He had pushed into his soulmate's dream and found him. He had a soulmate! A spark of joy burst in his chest. He barked a laugh, felt it spread in his heart like honey. But a moment later, the feeling gave way to sudden, overwhelming disappointment.

Chapter 7:

Bucky wakes up with a gasp.

Around him, the night is gloomy and cold, but in his chest, a spark of joy bursts. He barks a laugh, feels it spread in his heart like honey. His soulmate isn’t dead. He’s okay, he’s alive, and he dreamwalked again. He tore that barrier down and came to Bucky. It’s like their first night, but no disappointment follows - only pure joy.

And Gale even references their very first time dreamwalking.

Chapter 1:

The boy stood up and gave him a once-over. He hummed. “I could take you in a fight.” That made Bucky laugh out loud. “Sure, buddy.” Something in his demeanor seemed to have put his soulmate more at ease. He smiled. “Are you gonna stick around this time?”

Chapter 7:

Tear tracks draw clean lines in the dirt on his face. Down from his red-rimmed eyes to the too-sharp, thin lines of his jaw, and his lip trembles. His blue eyes look like water when they meet Bucky's. “Are you gonna stick around this time?” He tries to joke, and Bucky huffs a wet laugh as he rushes to him and crashes into the circle of his waiting arms.

#mota #buck x bucky #clegan #gale cleven #john egan #anon #my writing #reverie #thank you dear!

[earthtooz]

x : DON'T GO :*+ﾟ

in which: blade has always felt cold, but even more so without you.

warnings: 1.9k words, HURT/COMFORT with a sprinkle of angst, gn!reader who calls blade 'ren' once, mention of blood, ooc!vulnerable!blade, he's like a kicked puppy in this one

a/n: perhaps the most intimate piece i've wrote to date, this is nothing but pure yearning and longing on blade's behalf, and a nice fix-it fic with the most vulnerable i think blade could ever be. enjoy!!

in his new life, blade has always felt cold.

he is not spared from the constant feeling of goosebumps prickling his skin, not even for a second as the cold bites the tip of his fingers and sink their teeth into him to send shivers up his spine. but he has never felt colder than he does right now. 

your side of the bed is untouched, perfectly made, and devoid of any indication that you had been there. the blankets and mattress are cool to touch, with hardly any wrinkles in the sheets, and an ache declares itself home in blade’s chest.

the sun spills on his bare skin when he kicks the covers off, illuminating his scar-ridden chest as he gazes around the room, as if waiting for an sign that you were still here, and that he wasn’t too late. however, an immediate soreness tickles his throat that causes him to wince, serving as a reminder of the unpleasant discourse you had last night. 

it was hardly over anything of importance, but blade, a man of pride and relentlessness, had refused to back down, and you went to bed angry that night. he did too but woke regretful and cold under the covers, your warmth taken with you.

today was the day you had to leave for a mission, and although he knows you have a strict schedule to follow, he just wonders why you couldn’t have woken him up to say goodbye, especially after everything. 

he didn’t even get to say sorry or try to at least make amends. the swordsman only hopes you didn’t leave furious with him, and that you at least had something to eat before leaving.

to distract himself from the heartache, blade forgoes lying around and decides to start his day before the absence you left overwhelms him and the only thing his mind can do is think about you. 

not that he’s successful, because despite dedicating a monotonous afternoon of drilling sword techniques, the rampant thoughts about you did not decrease. rather, with each swing and sway of the cracked blade, his mind finds more and more to think about, with you at the epicentre of all of them.

it’s sometime around sunset when blade receives update on your status.

the swordsman is sat on a stone ledge, gold rays from the sun spilling on his skin as he waits for the sweat and fatigue to roll off. blade thinks of how you’d normally be seated nearby, watching him train to supply water and energy bars. although he never used to like the company or the doting, it doesn’t feel the same without you beside him, he misses you and wonders when you’ll return. 

“how long have you been here?” a raspy, female voice asks, breaking blade’s train of thoughts.

“since noon,” he responds merely. he doesn’t need to look up to see that it’s kafka talking to him.

“right. makes sense. i thought you’d be lonely since y/n’s gone.”

“need you remind me?” he huffs, voice teetering a threatening gruffness that would make ordinary people shudder, but does nothing to kafka.

“oh, spicy today, aren’t we?” she coos, ignoring the immense pressure radiating off blade effortlessly before taking a seat beside him. “what’s up? is there trouble in paradise?” a scoff comes from the swordsman. “i was only joking, did something really happen between you two?”

“none of your business.” 

kafka shrugs before her phone begins vibrating violently. when she reads the notifications, her face pulls the closest expression to concern that blade has ever seen her wear. 

“y/n got ambushed.”

his world freezes over.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the sunlight is gentle in blade’s eyes when he wakes up.

clothes are strewn on the floor, bedsheets are half off the bed, ceramics lie in pieces along the cracks of the planks, and despite the mess blade has made of your shared space, he is the most crumpled of them all. a kaleidoscope of volcanic anger, tsunamic worry, and mountainous yearning, the only place that has remained untouched by blade’s destructive touch is your side of the bed, lest your scent disappears. 

it’s been five days since anyone has received a live update from you, only hanging on to tracking notifications of your spaceship as any indication that you were fine. for the duration of it, nothing has been able to calm him, with kafka and silver wolf needing to stun him before he could do anything brash, like running off into the infinite cosmos to find you.

elio’s promises had never felt emptier, his constant claims of how you’d return very soon turning into dust in blade’s ears because how could he hold on to hope when you are alone amongst the stars? 

his texts are left delivered, but never read. in fact, it has been five days since your contact displayed to be online, and he finds himself staring at it in case that the circle will illuminate green, that you’ll give him some sort of update on your liveliness. 

so that you’ll see how sorry he is and all he wants for you is to return home. 

he doesn’t remember when he became so dependent, but perhaps this is another cruel punishment from fate with another inconceivable price of repentance.

for someone as unforgivable and despicable as blade to love means to mutilate the universe with aftershocks that tear through boundaries of what’s possible. for a man like blade to rebel, it means that the consequences will return tenfold.

and there is no crueller damnation than tearing you away from him. 

he turns on his side, arms reaching over to where you would normally lie, and dozes off again, feeling colder than ever.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

blade wakes up a second time. the sun is no longer the thing that awakens him, but rather, the sound of footsteps that echo outside the bedroom. disgruntled and still trying to gather his bearings, he shoots awake at the sound of your door opening.

you stand on the other side.

is this a dream?

“oh,” you breathe. you sound winded, caught off guard by the sight of your lover who stares at you like a bewildered deer. “i’m sorry, i didn’t think you would be here.”

he doesn’t say anything, just merely looks at you, unnervingly unresponsive.

you look miserable. fatigue clings to your skin like a second skin, your eyes lack the brightness they usually have, and you are, evidently, very battered and bruised, blood staining your ruined clothes. 

but you are like sunlight, and blade thinks he can breathe again. 

“i guess i’ll leave,” you murmur, interrupting blade’s momentary assessment.

“don’t.”

turning back around, the swordsman is now slowly stalking towards you, seemingly teleported from the bed to halfway across the room in the blink of an eye. 

“is something wrong?” you ask and he holds back a scoff from the irony of your question. he’s the one that should be asking that, not you. 

but yes, there is something wrong; you left him alone. you went somewhere he couldn’t and then made him feel helpless because he didn’t know whether or not you were going to come back, stranded in the cosmos forever. 

stopping before you, his hands gravitate upwards with the magnetic need to touch you, to ensure that you were real and not some figment of his hazy imagination. blade raises a hesitant hand to sit on the back of your neck and the frostiness of his fingertips causes a shiver to run up your spine. gently, he presses you for a pulse and visibly gulps when he finds it, suffocating you in the tense silence that has occupied the air (you’re real, and you’re okay, delivered back to him in one piece).

then, he looks at you with the saddest expression you have ever seen him wear before engulfing you in his embrace. the stellaron hunter is hesitant with his touch, hovering around you in fear of overstepping, for blade would never forgive himself if he were to scare you off again. 

because you’re finally back where he can reach, and he never wants you to leave. 

“ren?” you pause, gently wrapping your arms around his waist and closing the gap he left, meeting him halfway. the little action floods him with endless relief. “what’s the matter?”

he shakes his head against you and his hold tightens mercilessly, squeezing all air out of your lungs. 

“you had me worried,” he confesses, no louder than a whisper because otherwise he would crack under the weight of his own words. the constant fear that has plagued him for the last few days would finally break him and he’d be in shambles in your arms, making a mess of something gorgeous with something hideous. 

so instead, he will continue simply holding onto you where you are safe. in his arms, you cannot leave, you cannot go places that danger you, and you cannot break his heart and choke him with the emptiness of your presence.

“i’m sorry,” you say, rubbing his back and he tugs you closer. “i didn’t mean to worry you, everything jus-”

“-you left without saying goodbye.”

you’re silent and guilty, but so beautiful. “i thought you didn’t want to see me. we were pretty mean to each other before i left,” you say after a second of contemplation. “i didn’t know where we stood, i wasn’t sure if you still wanted me.”

whatever is left of his heart breaks, crumbling into shambles that ring at your feet. there are a multitude of things that blade wants to say, yet no words come to fruition, to his dismay. he wants to offer you the comfort and promises you want to hear, and he wants to express the overwhelming relief he feels, but he can’t, and he curses his own inability to be heartfelt. 

instead, his grip around you tightens, like you’ll slip away otherwise and have him search for you throughout the cosmos. 

“don’t do any of that again,” he pleads instead, hoping that you’ll understand. “i beg of you.”

“okay,” you breathe. “i won’t.”

“don’t leave like that,” he tugs at your ruined shirt, grasp gentle and careful in fear of scaring you away with the intensity of his emotions that are hanging on by a thread

“i wont.” 

“please don’t go.”

“i’m here, aren’t i?”

blade sighs, nodding. you smile at him and it feels like a warmth powerful enough to drive the cold away. 

“but first, i need a bath,” you murmur, placing your hands on his chest to push him away. “please, keep your distance, i’m pretty sure i reek.”

he doesn’t say anything and clearly doesn’t listen, because instead of letting go, he simply leads you to the bathroom without ever unwrapping his arms. soon, the bath begins to run, and the sound of water streaming down ceramic echoes off the tiles, but the warmth of your laughter and tired words overpower it. blade sits at the edge, nothing but an oversized shadow that watches as you relax in the water, frowning when he catches the frequent bruise or fresh scar. 

afterwards, you both stumble onto the bed (careful to avoid the mess that blade as made, which you scolded him for, and he listened dejectedly before promising to clean it all up), and blade reaches over to your side, chest warming when he finds your figure to tug close. 

you fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. your lover, on the other hand, stays awake for a few moments longer, simply trying to commit you to memory. 

“don’t go,” he repeats, tugging at your shirt as the evenness of your heartbeat lulls him to sleep.

he doesn’t feel cold anymore. 

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#blade x reader #blade hsr x reader #ren x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x gn!reader #blade x gn!reader #blade fluff #blade x reader fluff #earthtooz: HSR

[multifandombitxh]

Midnight Massacre

Pairing: Ghost x Reader (tried to keep it gender neutral)

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings: Depictions of violence/blood/death/k*lling, g*ns, knives, bullets, strong language, mentions of s*icide and PTSD

A/N: And I'd fuckin do it again. I'm playing MW2 and I swear to GOD this man has me in a whole chokehold. Lovin' it. I will not apologize. Enjoy lol

It had taken a few minutes for your heart rate to return to normal, the nightmare leaving you in a cold sweat and pumped full of adrenaline. The dreams were never the same, so you never knew what to expect when they reared their ugly heads. One night it could be slow torture from a faceless enemy, the next it could be fire, horrifying screams, and death.

No matter the context, the scenes haunted your sleep on random occasions and left you feeling weak and helpless by the time you woke up. Tonight's dream, however, was especially traumatizing, and it did a number on your perception of reality.

Once you were fully aware of your surroundings again and realized you were awake, you shook the images away and covered your eyes with your palms. Sweat dropped down your spine, leaving a cold trail. You all but ripped your t-shirt off, searched for a replacement in the dark, and settled on a tank top.

With shaking hands you left your designated sleeping area for the night, slipping on your black cargo pants and boots. Leaving behind all thoughts of blood, gore, and the sounds of your friends perishing, you made your way down the dark, dusty hallway.

You'd only joined 141 recently, but it had been long enough now that you weren't exactly considered new blood anymore. One of the more interesting men in the unit had caught your eye from day one, despite the fact that he had little interest in getting to know you on a personal level. In group conversations he rarely engaged you, but one on one was a different story. There had been plenty of nights where the others had gone to bed while the two of you played a little game to see who would cave and take first watch.

It was usually you.

Ghost had a fucking novel of shitty jokes; some crude, some cheesy, some straight up cruel. Every now and then he'd crack one that would have you accepting defeat and taking the first watch of the night. Granted, he always took the second one if you took the first, and vice versa. None of the others dared to complain about this strange ritual, since it left them each with a later watch.

Tonight, Ghost had caved in first, finding your story about summer camp as a teenager unbelievably boring. It did offend you in a way, but at the same time, you knew it would get him to give in quickly. A man can only hear so much about how to make a friendship bracelet in vivid detail, or how to do a proper French braid.

Because of this, it allowed you to get some sleep first, but that obviously didn't work out. You'd all found shelter in a warehouse that wasn't far from your destination, and had to stay the night since the plan had to take place during the day to work. As you traveled down the hall, using the wall to guide you in the darkness, you finally stumbled upon the main area of the warehouse.

A circle of chairs sat in the middle of the room where you'd all gathered earlier that night, where you claimed your victory over Ghost. He was still there in the dim yellow lighting, arms crossed tightly over his chest and his eyes trained forward. Most of his own gear was absent, the only thing covering his torso a thick black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You shuffled into the room, kicking the concrete floor to make your presence known.

"Your watch hasn't started yet," Ghost stated without turning to look at you.

"I'm aware," You replied, leaning against the hallway entrance.

He looked over his shoulder at you, black makeup smudged around his eyes as if he'd just been rubbing at them. "Come to relieve me early, then? Sweet of you."

"Sure," You said, throwing up your hands in defeat. "You caught me, boss."

"Don't get all soft on me now, Sledge," Ghost said, blowing air out of his nose.

The use of your call sign made you visibly cringe; you didn't even choose the damn thing. After running out of amo and breaking your only knife during a firefight, you made do with your surroundings and found a sledge hammer. Needless to say, the unit was shocked at the amount of damage you managed to inflict with the thing. Thus, your call sign was born, and from that moment forward, you were affectionately known as Sledge.

You hated it.

There was nothing worse than a daily reminder of the carnage you witnessed at your own hand.

Shaking off the memory, you made your way over to a table with weapons and amo scattered all about. Rolling your eyes, you carefully examined the guns to make sure they still had their safety on, and made sure every knife was sheathed. After organizing the mess a bit, you snagged a hunting knife and a pistol, tucking them away and looking for the proper ammunition.

"I know you're not actually here to take your watch," Ghost said, his voice dangerously close to your ear. "What's goin' on?"

"Nothing," You shrugged, "Concrete floors are hard on my shoulders. Makes it hard to sleep."

"Sure, sure," Ghost hummed, "Wanna tell me the real reason you're up, Sledge?"

"Quit calling me that, you know I hate it. And no, I'm not telling you."

"Shame. Was hoping you'd tell me Johnny's talkin' in his sleep again."

You threw him a half-hearted smile over your shoulder, now fully aware of just how close he truly was. "Maybe you should go check on him, then. He might be."

His eyes locked with yours and you felt your insides shrink. It was easy to feel small under his gaze, considering he was a brick house of a human being and looked like he ate bullets and nails for breakfast. The mask certainly didn't help, that was for sure. Feeling uneasy with the eye contact, you returned your attention to the table of weapons.

"Y/N, look at me," Ghost whispered.

Hearing him say your name was enough to make you shiver, his accent making it roll off of his tongue like silk. It was nice that he listened to your request to stop calling you by the nickname you despised, considering you'd normally be taunted for expressing your distain for it. Even still, you did your best to ignore him.

"Do you remember which amo we use for these?" You asked, hoping to change the subject and gesturing to your empty gun. "Can't remember to save my life."

"Don't try this with me. Won't work and you know it."

"I always get them mixed up."

"Y/N, look at me, that's an order."

With some reluctance, you turned on your heel, leaned back against the table, and looked up at your lieutenant. His arms were still crossed over his chest, and you couldn't help eyeing the tattoo you hadn't seen before on his forearm. How long had that been there? Realizing you still weren't looking at him, Ghost placed his index finger under your chin and raised your head to meet his gaze.

"If something's going on with you, I need to know," He explained, "If you're not okay, that's something we have to take into account."

"Oh, for Christ's sake," You muttered, shaking your head. "Is anyone in this unit actually okay? I mean, really. I'm pretty sure everyone gets nightmares every now and then, Ghost. I'm fine."

"So it's nightmares, then," He said with a nod, "Could'a just said that."

"Didn't feel relevant."

"Come sit down."

Groaning like a teenager about to be grounded, you followed him over to the circle of chairs, sitting down beside him and crossing your arms. He leaned forward on his knees, his hands clasped together in front of him. You waited patiently to get the scolding of the century about 'paying attention to your mental health' and 'you know what happens when a soldier starts displaying signs of PTSD'.

But it never came.

Instead, an uncomfortable silence fell over the room. The only sound you could make out was the faintest rain drops that began splattering the old windows of the warehouse.

"Go on, tell us about it," Ghost said after a few moments.

"The nightmare?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're joking, right?"

He didn't respond.

With a deep breath, you turned your head to the side, focusing on the many different objects that dotted the floor before you began.

"It's always different," You sighed, "I'm used to them by now, I can shake them off just fine usually. But this one... I don't know. I woke up, but I was still dreaming. Everyone was here, just talking like normal. These soldiers came out of the shadows and stood behind everyone. One for each of you. They all had guns, and one by one, they just..."

Tears welled in your eyes at the images that flitted through your head, forcing you to shake them away. You rubbed the back of your neck anxiously, taking a small breath and willing away the pain. A large hand closed over your knee, startling you.

When you looked up at Ghost, he had turned fully in his seat to face you. His arm was outstretched as his gloved hand sat carefully on your knee. The gesture made you shift in your seat, and you unintentionally found yourself facing him as well. Something in your subconscious knew he was safe, despite your efforts to avoid this whole encounter.

"Tell me what they did," Ghost said, his tone soft like you'd never heard it before. "Go on."

"Do I really have to say it?" You asked in a weak voice.

"Trust me."

You drew in another shaky breath before continuing, "They executed everyone."

"Sounds pretty serious," Ghost said with a nod, "Then what?"

"I was trying to stop them, but I couldn't move," You recalled as you fought back tears again. "It was like I was stuck in quicksand. I was just... Frozen. All I could do was watch."

"What would you have done?" He asked, "If you could've moved, what would you do?"

Anger bubbled in the pit of your stomach, overtaking the sadness. You balled your fists and dug your nails in hard. "I would've killed them myself. I don't care how long it would take, I'd do it. I wanted to, I'd make them suffer."

"I know you would," Ghost said with a small laugh, "I've seen you take big groups out for less."

"But I didn't," You said, lowering your head.

Ghost stood from his chair to move in front of you, crouching down on the floor in the space between your legs. He had to crane his neck to look up at you, and when you avoided his gaze again, he gently took your chin in his hand and held you in place. With no other choice but to stare into his eyes, you gave in, your shoulders slumping.

"It wasn't real," He said slowly, "If it was, none of those soldiers would have made it out in one piece. But it wasn't real, and it didn't happen."

"That doesn't really make me feel any better," You said with a small, broken laugh.

"How can I make it better?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper. "Anything, just tell me."

"Why do you care so much?" You asked in return, puzzled by his question. It wasn't like him to act like this, and you wondered to yourself if this was some kind of prank. "It was just a dream."

Ghost released your chin and let his hand slide down to your arm, slowly trailing downward until he reached the palms of your hands. When his fingers began lacing between yours, heat flooded your body and you tensed. Sensing this, Ghost loosened his grip and used the pad of his thumb to stroke your knuckles.

"Like it or not, I do care about you," He explained, and you could swear he was smiling beneath his mask. "Nightmares are serious business. I've seen soldiers off themselves over nightmares more times than I can count. I don't want that to happen to you."

"I wouldn't do that," You scoffed, "I don't think I'm capable of that sort of thing, anyway."

"Keep it that way," Ghost said, his tone firm. "You even start thinkin' like that, you come straight to me. That's an order."

"You sure like dishing out orders," You joked, allowing yourself a small smile. "When are you gonna quit telling me what to do, huh?"

"When you start listening," He shot back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Definitely a smile under there, you were sure of it now. "Head back to bed, yeah? I'll take your watch."

"You don't have to do that, seriously-"

"I'm not asking, I'm telling," He cut you off, standing from his spot in front of you and pulling you up with him. "You've had more than enough excitement for one night."

Before you could further protest, Ghost did the unthinkable, pulling you in close by your wrist so you were flush against his chest. Your breath caught in your throat as he looked you over, his eyes trailing over your face, down your nose, and landing on your lips. A different hand snaked around your middle and you froze, his palm pressed flat against the center of your back. When it began sliding downward, you thought you were going to pass out.

For the first time that night, you were just fine with maintaining eye contact, waiting for him to do something, anything. His hand traveled lower and lower until it reached the hem of your pants, one of his fingers lacing through a belt loop.

"Make me a promise, yeah?" He asked in a deep, gruff voice.

You swallowed hard. "Depends on what it is."

Ghost leaned in close until he reached the shell of your ear, his hot breath barely grazing your skin through his mask. Your head was running marathons as you tried to comprehend what was happening, but for whatever reason, you didn't want it to stop. Using what little bravery you had, you dared to reach up and lay your hand over the left side of his chest. Even with the thick fabric in the way, it was easy to make out every detail of the muscle there. He tensed under your touch and held his own breath for a moment.

Ghost released your hand and raised it to his own face. You were sure what he was doing until you felt warm, chapped lips ghosting over the skin of your ear.

He pulled his mask up.

"Promise me you'll keep this between us, love," He murmured, his tone close to that of a purr. When he spoke, his lips made contact with your ear, and goosebumps raised on your skin.

"What if I don't?" You dared to ask, feeling bold.

He fell silent, humming once as the hand on your lower back abandoned its position. For a moment you thought you'd gone too far, and when he removed your knife from it's place on your hip, you took in a sharp breath. It clattered to the floor beside you, the protective case around the blade muffling the sound slightly. Next he took your still empty gun, placing it in his own holster and making a point to shove it in roughly.

"Guess I'll have to make it an order, then."

#im not even sorry #or ashamed #im on my knees for this man #i have smut in my drafts but we'll see how this one does first #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost imagine #simon riley imagine #mw2 imagine #ghost mw2 #ghost fluff #simon riley fanfic #simon riley fluff #mywriting #q

[sadisticsongbird]

keeping away the nightmares ~ peter parker

summary: requested by @ivybird​ - “I know it's cliché, but where the reader gets kidnapped and all the bad stuff happens to them and then Peter or Nate save her and then they have a budding relationship and she begs him to help her after a nightmare and its all fluffy and smutty?"

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering) 18+

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i promise, you’re not going crazy. i already posted this but i was going through my posts and i accidentally deleted it. so here’s a repost if you are looking for the fic or an introduction if you haven’t read it yet. 

You woke up in a cold sweat, silent screams escaping your throat as you tried to catch your breath. The single shirt on your body was almost stuck to your skin. It wasn’t real. Your head snapped quickly to the other side of the bed where Peter was sleeping soundly. Wanting to cry, you slipped yourself out of bed, out of the restrictions of the sheets and moved to the door of your bedroom. You needed something to distract you from the haunting images of your nightmares. 

It wasn’t uncommon for you to have nightmares about Peter, especially when he was on the job. You hated when he would leave you before you fell asleep because it would only cause worry for yourself about if he would be coming home. He always reassured you that he wouldn’t be gone long and that he protected himself for your sake, unfortunately, even if some criminals got away. When his life was on the line, he didn’t joke around anymore like he did when he was younger. He had you to think about. But when he would slip out of the window before your mind had gone to rest, concern would flood your mind, making it near impossible to find peaceful sleep. 

It was early in the morning, early enough that the sky was still dark, but you could see the sun poking up from the horizon as you walked into the living area. Making your way to the couch in the middle of the room, you grabbed a blanket off of the back of a nearby chair. You laid down and made yourself comfortable. You knew that you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep again, so, looking out the window at the sunrise, you found peace in that. 

Peter was ready to turn over and give you a good morning kiss, but he frowned when he felt your side of the bed cold. There was only a single window in your bedroom, but he could tell that there wasn’t much sunlight pouring through, telling him that it was too early to be out of bed, especially for you. He threw the covers off of him and let his feet meet the cold floor. His suit was thrown in the corner of the room. Peter knew that if you found it lying around, you would have a fit, regardless of the hour of the morning. Sauntering over there with tired eyes, he picked up the red and blue fabric off of the floor and folded it up as neat as he could. He had gotten home later than normal last night and he had left earlier than normal. While he had checked on you before he left, making sure that you were asleep, something in him told him that you weren’t completely at rest yet. But he needed to leave. An issue had presented itself that afternoon and he knew that it would take time. As much as he hated leaving you alone, patrol had to happen. When he had got back home, the suit was discarded quickly as he made his way to the bed and wrapped himself in your warm figure. Somewhere in the three hours that he had been back, you managed to slip out bed, leaving him on his own in bed. 

The door to your bedroom was open, so he hoped that you had ventured out there, no signs telling him that you had been kidnapped or ran away. He could hear the faint sound of your cries when he was a few steps into the hall and it made him walk faster, almost running until he saw your curled figure on the couch. You were shaking slightly, the blanket huddled over you jolting every few moments with a coinciding hiccup. 

“Bug, are you okay?” his morning voice sounded, making you turn around fast. 

“Pete?” you asked, wiping the tears off of your face quickly before he could see. “What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same. Why are you crying?”

You ignored his question altogether. “Do you want some coffee or something? I know it’s early,” you muttered, getting up from the couch and brushing past your boyfriend to get to the kitchen. 

He caught your arm before you could get very far, not hard, but firm enough to get you to stay put. “Y/N, please tell me what’s going on?” His grip loosened.

You took a deep breath, although it got caught in your throat. “Nothing.” 

Peter let you go, but it didn’t stop him from following you. You were mere steps away from the kitchen counter when his hand caught yours, pulling you closer to him. 

“Please…Don’t lie to me. I just wanna help.” He spoke to you gently, scared that he would push you away further. 

You could feel the tears slipping down your face, unable to swallow correctly. Even though you were trying to keep it in, his warm eyes couldn’t stop you from breaking down. He enveloped you in his arms, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. 

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “It scared me. Y-you were…they-” A cry interrupted your sentence, followed by Peter holding you tighter.

“I was what?”

“D-dead! You were dead. You g-got hurt and I couldn’t s-stop them. I’m sorry.”

He took a pause. You were having nightmares again. Peter knew that you worried for his safety all the time, wanting to know when he left for patrol and what time he’d be back. You made sure that his suit was intact, no holes or damage to the technology before you allowed him to go swinging in case something were to happen. At the beginning of your relationship, his friends had told him that you were overprotective. Once he started noticing, he had a small issue with it, but It didn’t bother him after you had told him why. At a young age, your father died and it was your mothers fault. Not on purpose, of course,  but your mother had forgotten to shut the oven off before she had left with you to go shopping. Your father was left in the house alone, tired with sickness when the house started on fire. All because your mother didn’t ensure safety. Your greatest fear was that you would let Peter down and it would be your fault, following in your mother’s footsteps. 

“You’re having nightmares again?”

You didn’t respond with words, only shaking your head as much as you could in his hold. He let you cuddle into him for a few moments more before pushing you off of him slightly. 

“Come on, let’s go back to bed. I’ll help you fall back asleep.”

His had trailed to your hand and pulled you with him back toward the bedroom. Your fingers wrapped around his tightly, letting him take you back to bed. The door to your room still stood open. The room still felt warm as it did when you woke up, but you sensed that it was probably just you. Your boyfriend was almost cold to the touch as he picked you up and plopped you down on the bed. He got in next to you, not bothering to put the blanket over top of you as he wrapped himself around you, his hands sitting low on your waist. His contrasting temperature felt good, cooling you off and calming you down. He kept rubbing on your lower stomach, almost breaching the waistband of your panties. You wanted to tell him to go lower, but you weren’t sure if your voice could take it. It was like he read your mind, though, when you felt him finally dip his hand in to begin rubbing on your clit. You threw your head back gently to reach his shoulder, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

“Shh, Bug, sleep,” he hushed. 

Your free hand grabbed ahold of his wrist, urging him to do more, to add to the growing sensations in your lower stomach. Thankfully, he moved with you, his fingers continuing to travel lower until they reached your soaked folds. 

“You’re so wet. I’ve barely touched you.”

“Peter,” you muttered. Grasping the sheets in front of you, your head fell back onto the pillow. 

You felt his lips connect to the side of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he moved back and forth over the expanse of your skin. He started to pump his fingers into you, keeping his ministrations on your clit with his thumb constant. You and him had sex before, but hadn’t been this gentle, this intimate since your first time.

“You close, bug? I can feel you tightening around me…”

You were, your body so tired that it hadn’t taken long for you to get worked up. Your thighs were clamping around his hand, not yet ready to let go of this moment. Your walls contracted around his fingers as you began to rock your hips instinctively against him. Moaning one last time, Peter knew you were close, rubbing your clit faster. 

"Cum, Y/N. Relax for me.”

And you did. It was like everything hit you all at once, finally giving you the peace that you needed. You arched up against Peter, whining as your toes curled. He didn’t stop until you were still against him, letting you ride out your high. After he felt you were ready, he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. You would have moaned at the sight if you weren’t so tired. Although you had no idea when exactly you fell asleep, you knew that you wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep without Peter. His presence helped chase the nightmares away whenever you needed.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker fluff

[heavenlycloud]

sharing a bed: le sserafim x 6th member fem! reader

warnings: crying, swearing, nightmares

when you and your members found out that you were going to be going to the states for a tour you all were stoked. american fans had been begging for nearly a year and finally there were tour dates for an american leg of a world tour. the first stop was new york which yunjin in particular was looking forward to since it'd been almost two years since she'd seen her family in person. originally the plan was for her to sleep at her family's house then you all meet back up as a group two days later for the first stage rehearsals. that being said you and the other girls were planning to just stay in a hotel, two to a room then someone gets a solo room. however, when one of yunjin's family members got sick, plans changed and she couldn't go home for risk of also catching the illness. all of which resulted in you having to share a room with one of your members. the only issue is you have a MASSIVE crush on your now roommate, and you two have to share a bed for the next two days....

sakura

you laid stiff as a board in the queen sized hotel bed, nearly falling off the edge because you wanted that much space between the two of you

beneath the covers you were sweating and hoping that she couldn't feel you shaking beside her

but she could because you were shaking like a wet chihuahua arms length away from her

it was already nearing two in the morning and both of you needed sleep but the jet lag was absolutely no help

you held onto the blankets in an absolute death grip, hoping that you wouldn't move closer to her in your sleep

jokes on you because you did in fact move- so much so that you woke up face to face with sakura

your lips were almost touching which jumpscared you awake, causing you to fall off the bed and take ALL the sheets and blankets with you

sakura was woken up by this and didn't add to your nerves when she told you, "come back up here. i want to feel you near me again."

chaewon

you put up a wall of pillows between the two of you with the shitty excuse of 'so we have equal room'

chaewon literally didn't care if the pillows were there or not so she found it strange that you insisted on keeping them there

she turned to ask you a question and was met face to face with this giant feather stuffed pillow

the pillow wall not only seperated the two of you but also made it hard to hear one another talk

so you were literally sitting there nearly shouting to one another when you knew you had to be quiet because eunchae and kazuha were sleeping next door

*whisper yelling* "what did you say?!" "huh?!" "i said what did you- *loudly* y/n this is so stupid."

chaewon ended up getting annoyed that the pillows were in her way so she threw them aside

you decided that everything would be fine as long as you lay back to her

that fell through when you woke up to her spooning you from behind which sent your heartrate through the roof before you could open both eyes fully in the morning

yunjin

the two of you had never shared a bed before for this specific reason

you weren't really sure if it was the melatonin gummy your manager made you all eat that caused you to be calmer than normal but you weren't blushing and kicking your feet at every glimpse you got of her for once

not sure who's bright idea it was but the hotel a/c unit was on full blast with no way of turning it down lower

you and yunjin were laying in bed freezing cold but you were NOT about to make the first move for 'im cold ur cold' cuddles

yunjin offered multiple times and you refused

*sniff* '"y/n, you can come closer if you're cold" "no i'm good" "you sure?" "mhm" "okay"

and then fifteen minutes passed and yunjin swore if she heard you sniffle one more time she was going to literally punch you in the nose- "for the love of god. y/n come here."

and that's how you ended up hugging each other like two people freezing to death in the arctic

it would have been cute if yunjin didn't kick in her sleep

you woke up with bumps and bruises on your legs and bags under your eyes because you didn't sleep well...but she did

"wow i slept great last night didn't you?" and you're just standing there with one eye open, a bedhead, and a limp.

kazuha

the two of you were up late and you were just listening to everything kazuha wanted to say

your japanese was spotty but you did your best to follow because you wanted to make sure that she knew you were listening, and you wanted her to know her voice was always heard

she would finish talking about one thing and skip to the next until she ran out of things to say and that weird silence hangs over the two of you

"are you ready to sleep now?" "yeah, goodnight."

you're not sure how long you're sleeping before you stir awake to kazuha moving around next to you

suddenly she's breathing harder and wakes up with a scream that thankfully nobody else heard in the rooms around you both

your hands are already on her back and you're soothing softly, "it's okay, it's okay. zuha it's just me, it's just me. just breathe...you're with me, it's just us. just you and me, me and you."

when she's calm again you lay back down you feel her hand slowly slip into yours

no words exchanged, there's no need. just the feeling of you both knowing that you're there for one another.

#kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop angst #kpop fanfic #lesserafim reactions #lesserafim imagines #le sserafim scenarios #girl group angst #girl group imagines #girl group fluff #girl group scenarios #girl group reactions

[ignoremyworld]

Messy mind

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Steve always had trouble sleeping. Even before the upside down. As a kid, he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep because the sound of his parents arguing downstairs was all he could pay attention to. When his parents left for the first time, he couldn’t sleep because he was scared.

And now with the memory of the upside down popping up in his head anytime he was close to having a good nights rest would make him jump up in a cold sweat.

So yeah, he kind of gave up trying to get good sleep.

He was always tired now. No matter where he was and how he acted he wanted nothing more than to go home and try to sleep again.

Robin noticed first, the way his eyes would get droopy whenever the video store was empty, how he would yawn while rewinding tapes. She grew worried about him.

“Hey doofus how much have you been sleeping?” She asked one afternoon. The thought of him being hurt from how tired he was at the front of her mind.

“Huh? Oh yeah not a lot. I try but every time I get close I just have to start over again. Nightmares y’know.” He replied, looking at her with dead eyes.

“You could take melatonin? Or drink some sort of tea to help?” Robin said, rubbing his back for comfort. Both for him and for her.

“No I’ve tried those” he mumbled. “They work for about 30 minutes and then I’m right back to staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night”

Robin didn’t know what to say. She had trouble sleeping sometimes too but not to this point. All she felt she could do was let him lean on her shoulder for a while.

Then Steve met Eddie.

After the world split open and Eddie’s trailer was destroyed he and Wayne had nowhere to live. Some of Wayne’s buddies had offered him a place to sleep but they only had a couch to sleep on and that wouldn’t fit both of them.

So they settled for Wayne sleeping on the couch at his friends house and Eddie sleeping at Steve’s house.

It was awkward at first. Not knowing each other very well, they didn’t know what to talk about. Steve would ask a few questions about dnd and Eddie would ask him what his favorite sport was but that was it.

And there was the fact that Eddie couldn’t ignore how he’s heard Steve wake up shouting on more than one occasion. Eddie had trouble sleeping too. Nightmares and anxiety would fill his head and he would wake up more than once in the night

Then he got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t take not sleeping and hearing how much Steve was struggling.

“Knock knock Stevie. Can I come in” Eddie said leaning against Steve’s doorframe.

“Yeah what’s up? Are you hungry?” Steve asked rubbing his eyes.

“Nope just got a little question for you” Eddie said walking over to Steve’s bed and sitting on the soft mattress.

“Okay? What’s up?” Steve replied giving Eddie an odd look.

“I want to sleep in your bed. I hear how you wake up screaming sometimes and I’ve been getting nightmares too. So I’m thinking maybe we would sleep better with someone else to comfort us” Eddie suggested, looking down at his hands and fidgeting with his nails.

“You… my bed… us?” Steve muttered, not sure if he was joking or not.

“Yes. Me in your bed. We don’t have to if you think you’d be uncomfortable but I think it’s worth a shot” Eddie said, looking at Steve.

Steve hesitated for a moment. Looking at Eddie made him feel soft. Like a wave of calm had washed over him. “Okay. Okay yeah we can try that” he said

“Perfect! Scooch over!” Eddie said hopping up to his feet so Steve could move.

Steve moved to the side of his bed and watched as Eddie climbed in and let his head fall back on the pillow. He turned to Steve and smiled.

“Goodnight big boy” Eddie said, closing his eyes.

Steve smiled “goodnight eds”

Morning came and steve woke up to the sun streaming through his red curtains. He slept the whole night… he slept well the whole night. He looked at Eddie who was still fast asleep, his hair strewn about the pillow.

It was at this point he realized they were holding each other. He felt is face grow warm and a smile form on his face. Closing his eyes, he finally felt at peace.

They slept for most of the day, holding each other with their legs tangled and Eddie’s head on Steve’s chest.

Steve hopes that they never sleep apart again

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Okay! This took quite a bit of time. Got the idea from a tik tok i saw like an hour ago.

As always advice and constructive criticism is appreciated as I’m still new to writing! I hope you enjoyed this!

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steddie #stranger things #eddie #steve harrington #steve stranger things #stevexeddie #steve #fluff #Steve has nightmares #post season 4 #eddie lives

[kira-broflovski]

Realistic || Kenny McCormick x Reader

note: there is mention of death during a nightmare + characters are in college

"I'm gonna go up to bed, Kenny. I love you." You stated before pressing a kiss to your boyfriend's cheek, who sat at the kitchen counter typing up some sort of essay.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He smiled up at you. "I'll be up soon."

"Good." You partially joked.

Making your way to the shared bedroom, you didn't realise how tired you were as you yawned and stretched. As soon as your head hit your silk pillow you fell asleep.

Kenny continued to silently write the rest of his essay, but he eventually realised he couldn't concentrate with the thought of you sleeping alone. He skimmed back over his work to notice that his most recent paragraph didn't make any sense, so he decided to just save the draft and call it a night. He didn't recognise how tired he was before.

Sluggish, he dragged his feet towards your shared bedroom like you had approximately an hour ago. He heard you tossing and turning, so maybe you were still awake.

"Can't sleep?" He whispered, but he got no response. Maybe you didn't hear him so he repeated himself, but a little louder this time.

When he still didn't hear a response, he sat on his side of the bed next to you before turning on his lamp on the lowest brightness.

He noticed that your eyes were shut, but were moving rapidly, and your eyebrows were furrowed.

"Y/N?" Kenny didn't like what was happening but he would rather wake you up and make sure you were okay, than see you like this.

Once again there was no response.

"Y/N." He called out.

Suddenly, you had started hyperventilating so he said your name again. A soft whimper left your lips, making his protective urges spring into action.

"Y/N!" He cried, putting his hand carefully on your shoulder.

You finally woke up and you jolted up in your cold sweat, trying to catch your breath. Gulping, you looked over at your boyfriend.

"Kenny, oh my god." You whimpered again and dived into his arms, needing to feel he was still alive; needing to feel his heartbeat. "Kenny." You cried into his chest.

"I'm here, Y/N. I'm here." He mumbled. Effortlessly, he pulled you on top of him. Your head still buried into his neck as his calloused hand supported your head, his other hand slowly rubbing your back for comfort. "We're okay."

He figured you had a nightmare, and you did.

"I saw you die right in front of me, it was horrible!" You started. "Then it kept happening: you kept dying in front of me, in so many different ways. It felt way too realistic."

Kenny felt his t-shirt getting soaked with your tears, but he didn't care. He only cared about your wellbeing as this sight was heart-breaking to him, especially because it could happen one day.

You have never seen him die before, that fact he was thankful for, but what if you do? Will you remember it happening? Ever since the two of you started dating, he made sure to not die. Or at least not die in front of you.

He couldn't bring himself to tell you at the moment, so he continued to cuddle you and reassure you it's never going to happen.

"I'm always going to be here for you, Y/N." Kenny mumbled as he gently raised your head up.

Your tear-filled eyes only made him all the more protective of you. He cupped your cheek and sweetly kissed you.

"Everything's alright. I love you."

"I love you too, Kenny."

#south park #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #south park x reader #south park x y/n #fluff #south park fanfiction

[littlewriterfullofwords]

Hot Gum (Part2 of In Betweenin')

Pairing: Suguru Niragi x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N regrets loosing the one she loved

Warnings: swearing, and that's probably all

A/N: I'm alive! And I'm back with new writing. The first part is linked in the title of the first part! Let me know if you see any mistakes. Also if you want me to write something for you, go and ask either in private message or in the inbox... I'm open!

The screams. The chaos. The fire. It was everywhere. It was making your head hurt. You couldn't breath. You felt the burning sensation, it was in you, it was eating you alive....

You woke up rapidly, panting, covered in cold sweat. Again the same nightmare. You grabbed the nearest shirt and wiped your face and neck with the material then sighed.

Those nightmares have been haunting you since you had escaped the 'Beach' before it burned down totally. Of course no other than Niragi had helped you disappear into thin air before anyone could have found out about you still being alive. You were grateful that you were still alive, walking and breathing, yet you were worried. Why? Because when you had left the 'Beach', Niragi wasn't with you. You have waited for him on the shore, hoping he would somehow come back to you, but he hadn't.

You got up from the bed in someone's flat you have been occupying for some time, and got out on the balcony. Cold, night breeze touched your skin causing goosebumps on your arms, you flinched. This coldness cleared your mind a bit, got rid of those memories, only for a moment but it was enough, you needed a break from them.

You put your head on your intertwined hands that were lying on the railing and sighed loudly. You felt lonely, have been feeling that way for some time, and even though you've met some other people nothing could feel this weird void inside of you.

"Chishiya, you should have died in there instead of him." you whispered.

"Don't tell me you're crying for me."

This voice.

You lifted your head from your hands and immediately a smile crawled onto your lips. You could bet your eyes were shining while looking at the man you thought you had lost. His hair and half of the face was hidden under the black-and-white shirt you remembered him wearing.

The whole body was covered in bandages, no skin was visible except from the half of the face. It was burnt.

You said nothing more, with a smile on your face and hope in heart you left the flat and ran up to Niragi , tripping over your own legs, to close him in a tight hug.

"Who gave you permission to touch me?" you were a bit shocked because of the harshness in his voice, you haven't heard it for some time, yet you didn't stop hugging him. "Move."

Niragi grabbed your shoulders and moved you away from himself what made you huff with annoyance, you missed him.

"How did you survive?" you asked.

"It's not so easy to kill me." Niragi huffed and smirked then looked you straight in the eyes. "So my bitch was crying because of me. Did you feel grateful?"

"No." you shook your head, but smiled telling him it was only a joke.

"Then you'd better be." the distance between you two got smaller with every step Niragi had taken and finally your bodies were touching.

You felt his breath on your skin, you felt his gaze on your lips, you felt his whole presence and God, you wanted more than just a look.

"Needy, huh?" Niragi chuckled and walked towards the flat you had left to greet him, leaving you in the middle of the street with disappointment on your face.

"You don't know how much" you whispered, but followed him inside. "Where have you been all this time? I've been looking for you."

"Oh, my bitch cares about me. Sweet." Niragi fell on the couch with his all weight but hissed because of the pain. "I had to do some things, talk with people and...why do I even explain myself to you?"

"Because you trust me." you handed him bottle of water, even though he hadn't asked for it, and smiled slightly when Niragi took it from your hand.

"Who told you that?" he laughed and took a big sip from the bottle. "Do you have a fever or what?"

You only sighed and sat on the table, your eyes glued to man's figure and a smile on your lips.

"You look creepy. Stop staring." huffed half-burned bacon (please forgive me for that) and throw an empty bottle at you.

"Ay." you kicked the plastic away and looked at Niragi again. " I missed you and I'll keep staring."

"Listen here, bitch." the man got up from the sofa and came closer to you, standing in between your legs with hands on both your sides. "I don't care if you missed me or not. I don't even wanna know. You're nothing to me. You mean nothing. You're simple a bitch that seeks my approval, every woman does that."

"But I am the only one you helped."

"You are." the way he said that made squirm in place, caused butterflies in your stomach and chills on your back.

But that wasn't all. Niragi grabbed your chin to keep it in place and hungrily pressed his lips against yours. Saying this kiss took away your breath wasn't enough. It took your ability to breath, speak and think, all in one.

"Now shut up and let me be." whispered Niragi with a mischievous smile before he left to go to the next room, the bedroom. "And don't you dare come here and interrupt me. I will kill you if you make a one step into this room."

"Got it!" you nodded with upside down grin on your lips.

Actually you didn't expect this going this way. God, you have never expected Niragi to come back. But here he was, lying in the next room whole and healthy...well, not so whole, some of his skin was missing.

"You know I'm happy you're back!" You yelled from the other room, swinging your legs over the ground.

"I don't care!" Answered Niragi, but after that he mumbled something you didn't hear.

The evening came pretty fast, faster than you expected. You sighed and started putting on some more comfortable clothes.

"Where are you going?" asked Niragi and leaned on the doorframe.

"To play a game." you tied your shoelaces and smiled. "Why?"

"Just asking and hoping you will leave me alone." answered Suguru.

"Maybe today will be your lucky day." your hair were turned into a bun and you nodded.

When ready, you headed to the door, but only grabbed the knob because Niragi stopped you.

"What about a 'goodbye' or 'see you'? Nothing?"

You chuckled and looked at him.

"You don't want to see me again." you repeated his words with a shrug. "I am making it easier for myself."

"Bullshit." growled Suguru, made two steps towards you and kissed you aggressively yet passionately.

Again this day, your breath was take away by the same man as before.

"I saved you because I want you, okay?" whispered black haired. "I want you to myself. I don't care what you think, you are mine now."

You gasped when you heard that. He cared about you? You were his? Your every dreams was coming true.

"Now go and kick some ass." Suguru kissed you again. "Come back in one piece."

#ff writer #ff #spotify #alice in boderland x reader #alice in borderland #alice in borderland ff #alice in borderland s2 #aib #suguru niragi #niragi ff #niragi x y/n #niragi #niragi fanfiction #suguru niragi x reader #Spotify

[george228732]

Fylass Through the Looking Glass - Chapter Thirteen - Days of Reconnection

Fylass, again, woke up in cold sweat, not being the first time they have died in a dream, but there’s something about the dreams regarding Wonderland that feel oddly real regarding that topic. Nonetheless, they were back into the world that was supposedly truly theirs… Although, at this point, they didn’t want to think about that… 

They tried to recollect what happened in the real world; Wonderland was a place that they had on their priorities, more than their own personal life, and at this point, they thought that was somewhat pathetic. 

Nonetheless, they needed to think about what to do today.

"...Sigh. Er… What even happened yesterday? My brain feels so fuzzy…" 

They took away the pendant they had on their sweater, and placed it on the closest drawer they could find across their room, and they went outside just to have some fresh autumn air. It wasn’t until they looked outside, that they remembered just exactly what happened; the bags of groceries were in their mailbox, along with a note that was right beside them.

"I apologize for hurting you this way. I genuinely wanted to help you; it’s just that… It pains me that you hurt yourself too. You have a lot of people that love you, and we would give up everything just so you can be happy. Lucid invited you to spend more time at their house this weekend, if that’s to your liking.

Please, forgive me, Fylass. I hope you forgive me soon…

-Ades"

…

Fylass was… less than happy to see that letter, not because they’re mad at Ades, but because they thought they were too cruel and childish the last time they met him right at that recreation of the Alivel Mall; not that Fylass knew where the first location was, but that’s not important at the moment. 

They placed the groceries inside the fridge with great regret, and when they were done, they sat on the couch to think about what to do now…

"...Oh Void above, I am so stupid! Why am I like this…?!" 

Fylass pondered what they could do at the moment, but either way, they could only think about calling Ades back out of pity and embarrassment… They went towards their landline to call Ades, Lucid or anyone that would be wanting to answer....

Time passes, and no one seems to pick up.

Fylass was starting to get desperate; only to find out that anyone is hardly even awake at these hours of the morning. If the dim light of the outside didn’t make it clear, the sun was only just rising. It’s sure that everyone was asleep.

"...Oh…"

The kid wondered if they should go back to bed, but oddly enough, they didn’t feel tired in the slightest; they could maybe start doing chores around the house to kill time. They cleaned themself, they made the house tidy, they made some breakfast, and they finally looked at the calendar. It was there when they realized what day it was.

Archie’s comeback is today.

"Oh dear! I am even more stupid! How could’ve I forgotten about this day?!"

Archie was known to be a very busy Waddle Dee, constantly leaving Popstar to find interesting discoveries in other planets; he was studying to become an archeologist, after all. He occasionally came back home to relax with Fylass and his other friends, but he always did it on very specific days, in which he would stay for a while, and unfortunately, this was one of these days, and Fylass was less than prepared for his comeback.

They pondered on what to do, and after some minutes of thinking, they thought that maybe doing an apple pie would be the best idea for him, and so, Fylass started to work on their gift to their loved one. Good thing that Ades and the rest brought them their groceries that they left at the mall…

They still feel regretful about leaving them like that, before…

As they were making the pie, it felt as if the place was getting colder; autumn was no joke, after all… No matter, though, since Fylass was determined to finish this for Archie. After a lot of decorating and careful making, the pie was already in the oven, as they looked at the outside. It was cold, but very pretty.

"...I may take a walk…"

Fylass waited for the pie to be ready to get out of the oven, and as they placed it on the fridge, they took a shower and wore their winter clothes; they like the cold, but they don’t have the best immune system in the world…

When everything was settled in the house, the kid opened the door and left Cookie Country to take a stroll across Popstar; sadly, they were a bit ashamed to go to Ades’ House, Buddy’s Castle or the Halberd though, so they could maybe go to Green Greens to appreciate the scenery as they waited for Archie to come down to Popstar.

There weren’t many people on the way there, which Fylass sorta appreciated; although, they couldn’t help but feel alone amidst the few people that were around. Sure, they have friends, and gained a sort of new family for them, but even then, they still feel so, so alone.

No matter how hard they try, it seems like there’s no progress for them. They thought that maybe telling their friends and family their many struggles would make things easier, but turns out, that only made the weight of their mind so much harder to carry, and sadly, they didn’t let anyone help them carry that weight with them due to those same struggles.

Not that it matters now…

Soon enough, they reached Popstar’s most well known area; Green Greens, right at the center of Dreamland, and even if in these times of the year it isn’t green at all, it still keeps that charm around. 

Fylass looked for a nice place to sit down, preferably next to a lake, or something of the matter; to keep things more serene around their head, of course. Although, the little bluebird didn’t really expect to see someone else they knew deeply along the way, much less being someone that wouldn’t even open an eye at these hours, that person being none other than Celesta Knight herself.

"...Wha…?"

Fylass remembered the last time they saw her, yesterday, and by what they could observe, she wasn’t doing well, and by closer inspection, it was clear that Celesta wasn’t doing any better today, either. They felt bad for her, not only because she’s clearly troubled, but also because Fylass promised the pseudopuff that they would’ve checked on her yesterday, a thing that couldn’t be achieved due to the bluebird not being in the best state either.

Fylass, begrudgingly, came closer to her to check on her state, to see if atleast, she didn’t feel as bad as the last day.

"...H-Hey, Celesta…!" They spoke up first, trying to open up a conversation.

Celesta clearly didn’t notice Fylass next to her, so she flinched when she heard them, although she quickly calmed down when she realized that it was just Fylass coming to say hi, or atleast, she thought it was that.

"O-Oh, hello there, Fylass…!" She replied in response after adjusting herself to this.

"...Feeling better than yesterday…?" 

"Well… not really… It all feels dizzy… And at this point, I am not sure if it is literal or figurative."

"...You dreamt of that world again?"

"...Yeah. It all felt more bizarre, though; I saw a bigger version of me, seemingly causing some more chaos around the area. I saw a dark looking bell in an abyss too… It all feels more fuzzy than the last dream I had… I don't even want to sleep…"

Fylass was clearly worried about Celesta’s safety and well-being, and if they were worried about her yesterday, those same worries only increased, but besides worry, Fylass also felt deep confusion as they pondered about her dreams…

It surely isn’t the same place, right? It’d be impossible for that to be true… Yet…

"Oh dear… I am sorry I couldn’t do much about it yesterday…" Fylass remarked to the pseudopuff.

"...D-Don’t worry about that. I am sure you are still dealing with… those issues. The others told me that you weren’t very happy yesterday."

Fylass felt surprised she at least had the idea of what happened yesterday regarding them; the others apparently encountered her when they got out of there, and told her some things regarding the encounter… Fylass was now embarrassed.

"N-No! It’s okay… I am fine…!"

"...Hey, er…" Celesta didn’t really want to be rude or offend Fylass in any way, so she wanted to be careful with her words. "Your friends are kind of worried about you, so… would you like to give them a call?"

"Well, I tried this morning, but it was too early for any of them to be awake; I was pretty surprised that I found you awake at these hours, even..."

"Yeah, it’s… odd for me to not be asleep now, isn’t it?" Celesta chuckled.

"I-I guess…!" Fylass, now questioned if they should go back home to call their friends and family. In any other case, Fylass would decline that possibility, but now, they felt that it could be a better idea to deal with this now. 

"...I-I think I’ll get going. I hope you’ll do well, Celesta."

"Thanks, the vet hopes the same."

…

The area was pretty and all, but the bluebird had other things to do, and the first one of them all, was to apologize for all the fuss that happened the last time they and their family were together. Consequences might come later, but those aren’t important now.

After yet another stroll through Dreamland, they got to their house yet again; Fylass didn’t know why exactly, but it looked brighter than before, and surprisingly enough, not because of the sun. They got to their landline, and started calling again, with the hopes that someone might get the call.

Many didn’t pick up, probably still asleep, but two of them did answer the phone.

"Hm? Who is this?"

"...Hey, Ades."

"Oh, Fylass!" There was a pause after that, but the call quickly started again with its course. "...Feeling good today?"

"...Y-Yeah. Surprisingly enough…"

"...I-I am glad to… hear that…"

"...I am sorry, Ades."

"Sorry? For… For what?"

"Sorry for acting so wild back there. I don’t know what got to me at that moment, but I deeply regret it… Please, forgive me."

"..." Another pause was made. "I should probably be the one that apologizes to you. I shouldn’t have… Y’know, dipped my hands into something I had no agency with. I was just worried about you."

"...I guess we both did wrongs… But hey, I… I get why you would act like that towards me, since you didn’t know I wasn’t… in the best position around the area, haha…" Fylass made a pause too. "It’s just that… I sorta feel like I deserved that, for my wrongdoings and such."

"Fylass… I think I told you this already, but you did nothing wrong. If I was in the same position as you back then… I would have probably done the same, if not something much, much worse…"

"...Yeah, but… those were people too."

"People that had it coming, Fylass. If you didn’t do something about them, who knows what kind of immense trouble they might have caused not only you, but the entire universe as well."

"...Well… I guess there’s some truth in that…"

"Oh course there is…!" Ades said, chuckling. "...Hey, Fy."

"...Yes?"

"You wouldn’t mind me and the rest coming to your house tomorrow to spend the day, right?"

"Oh…! I… That’d be nice."

"Well, that’s settled then! We’ll be there tomorrow morning; the others are asleep right now, but we both know that they would love the idea too."

"O-Okay then! I’ll be waiting, and I’ll leave everything ready…!"

"Attaboy! See you tomorrow then!" Ades was clearly relieved on the other side of the call, and in all honesty, Fylass was too.

"See you tomorrow…!" Fylass hung up.

They felt very relieved to see that things ended well for them and Ades, although that wasn’t the end of the calls, for they needed to call some others.

Some others indeed were called, but apparently, they still were asleep, but someone else answered the last call Fylass was gonna make for the day.

…

"...Hello?"

"Hey, Lucid."

"Kid?! Oh dear, how are you?!"

"I… I am fine…! Don’t worry…"

"...Are you sure? The others told me what happened yesterday, and I couldn’t help but to be worried sick about you!"

"Yeah… I don’t really know what happened to me to say those things and run away so sporadically… Although, even if I am still embarrassed by that, I don’t feel that bad."

"Well, that’s a relief! I was actually planning to visit you today!"

"...Oh, really?"

"Indeed! Many of us love you, kid! And we wouldn’t bear you getting or being hurt! Especially me!"

"...Well… I am glad to hear that, seriously."

"...I can still visit you today, if you want."

"Well… Could you do it tomorrow, please? The others are going too, and I am sure they will be more than glad to have you here as well. Besides, Archie is coming today, and it’d be kinda awkward to get any more visits in the meantime."

"Oh, that’s completely understandable, kid, don’t worry!"

"Ah, haha, thank you for understanding…"

"I hope you do well for the rest of the day! Buddy and Crowny might go too if the circumstances are correct! Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah…! That’d be lovely…!"

"Okay then! See you tomorrow!"

"...See you tomorrow…!"

Fylass hung up again, being the last time they were going to call someone for the rest of the day.

The kid was slowly starting to feel tired, so they went towards the couch, and like it was nothing, they closed their eyes for a quick nap. Compared to the last day, this one felt a lot brighter.

…

Time passes. Not a dream, not a nightmare, just time passing.

…

Fylass woke up thanks to the sound of their door being knocked, and at this point, Fylass knew exactly who it was.

The kid got up from the couch and went towards the entrance door, and by opening it, they saw the person they were expecting most for a while.

"Hey, Fylass! It’s so nice to see you again!" Archie said, still with that attitude so characteristic of him, excited to see Fylass again.

"Oh, Archie…! I am so happy to see you!" Fylass got closer to Archie and hugged him as tightly as they could; they loved each other deeply, of course. Archie was deeply empathetic, and constantly called the bluebird whenever he was away and had the chance to do so, and now that he was here, he planned to stay.

"So! What did I miss?"

"...Not much, to be honest." Fylass lied; they didn’t want to bring Archie down by depressing statements coming from them, so it maybe was for the best to not say much things regarding that, at least for now.

"Well, that’s relieving! That means I can make things more interesting for me and you, right?" Archie exclaimed, holding Fylass’ hand in the process.

"Ahaha, I guess…! I… I really missed you, Archie." 

"I missed you too! Deeply." 

"Sit down on the couch, let me prepare you some tea along with some pie I made for this occasion!" Fylass said as they pointed at the same couch they took a nap not too long ago. Archie seemed really happy on hearing that, and so, he did as such.

Minutes later, Archie was met with a recently made slice of apple pie along with a cup of tea on the table that was closest to the couch. 

"Here you go!" Fylass said as they grabbed their own slice and cup of tea, and sat right next to the Waddle Dee.

"Thank you, Fy…! I really wanted to eat one of your pastries for a while!" Archie said as he started eating his slice.

"I am very glad you think that, Archie…! It makes me very happy to have you around here, really…" Fylass said as they patted his head. "How did your journey go?"

"Oh! It went pretty well! I had a lot of fun, for sure. I learned how to make campfires, and such! I also investigated more about some of the artifacts my friends didn’t have much idea on how they function! I think that not even you knew about some of these."

"...?" Fylass was very curious about that statement. "Oh, really? What artifacts?"

"Well… You know that Club Shaped pendant I gave to you a month ago?"

"...Y-Yeah, I do. What about it?" Fylass’ curiosity transformed into a feeling that they couldn’t describe well with only words, but they were still intrigued.

"Oh, you want me to explain it fully?"

"...Yeah, I am curious."

"Oh! Alrighty then!" Archie left the rest of the slice on the table, and prepared for the explanation.

"...The Club Pendant is an artifact capable of storing energy through the dreams someone has while wearing it, with the purpose of manifesting those dreams physically in another plane of existence."

"...E-Excuse me?" That statement left Fylass with more questions than answers; what did that mean exactly regarding their situation?

"Well, basically, the pendant can make someone’s dreams come true if it has enough energy beforehand. Although, it’s very uncommon for that to happen, since it’s constantly storing energy for that. It normally triggers with people that have strong emotions, and when that happens, their dreamscape manifests physically in another plane. It basically takes the "Dreams come True" too literally. Afterwards, the person that uses the Pendant will be transported into that same Dreamscape."

"..." That left Fylass shocked. Did that mean Wonderland was actually real? Or was the pendant still storing energy for it to trigger? They now were wondering if they should tell this to Archie, since that could maybe end up with him knowing his situation way too early than they wanted.

"...Any other questions?"

"...N-Not really."

"...Are you okay, Fy?"

"I… I am still processing that, haha. Guess I kept giving the pendant more energy." Fylass said.

"Oh! You slept with the pendant? That’s nice! It could maybe lead for it to finally manifest a dreamscape!" Archie came closer to Fylass and kissed them on the cheek. 

"...Y-Yeah! …Putting that aside, though… You should relax after a long month outside of Popstar! Your parents know you’re here, right?" Fylass said to clear off their mind after such a statement.

"Oh, don’t worry. My parents know, and they even let me stay here with you for the day! Would you like that?"

"...Wait, really?! No, I wouldn’t like that! I would love that." Fylass was quite happy to hear that, after that explanation.

"It’s settled then!" Archie shared Fylass’ happiness.

Fylass and Archie were now spending the day together as they wanted. From cooking, to garding, reading to watching the butterflies across the area. It all felt really serene for both.

The bluebird had always desired for moments like this with their lover, but besides that, Fylass felt… uneasy, and a bit troubled. Archie sometimes noticed and supported them how they could, which would be enough proof that Archie wouldn’t be mad for Fylass’ situation, yet, there’s still that voice inside their head telling that won’t be the case, which led to the kid slowly diving through lakes of despair.

It didn’t matter, though… At least Archie was here.

Soon enough, the day became the night, and it was time for both of them to sleep.

"...Aaaalllright then, I had a lot of fun today; thank you, Fylass…" Archie said as they took off their hat, yawning.

"I also had a lot of fun…!" Fylass said as they opened the door leading to the bedroom, which had two beds on the sides. Soon enough, both were ready to fall into a cozy slumber.

"...Goodnight, Fy…" Archie said, struggling to stay awake.

"Goodnight, Archie…" Fylass remarked afterwards, as they saw Archie closing his eyes.

"..." Fylass looked across the room, looking at the pendant on the drawer. Archie had other questions regarding Fylass’ usage of the pendant, but all answers weren’t that surprising. For Archie, atleast.

Fylass used their ESP to bring the pendant to them. 

"...Could it be… real…?" Fylass was nervous on the answer, but they knew that they needed to figure it out, for the wellbeing of both Wonderlanders and Underlanders… If they are even real, at least.

The kid placed the pendant on their sweater, and also fell into a cozy slumber.

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@lucent-nargacuga

@loaflovesdoodling

@lostsoulau-ask

@galakianexplosion (CLUB SHAPED PENDANT)

#fylass in wonderland #fylass through the looking glass

[toomuchracket]

omg can we have you looking after flatmate matty when he’s sick?? maybe bringing him cold medicine and helping him shower and giving lots of extra cuddles🥺

so its like mid-morning you're like up and dotting around the flat and you're kind of concerned because matty still isn't up yet (this is before you're together btw). like you know he wakes up later the night after a show but this is pushing it. and you're hesitant to go into his room in case there's someone with him, but every time you've gone past it's either been him snoring or just total silence, so you figure he's alone. you knock and open the door slightly, and poke your head round to see matty wrapped in the duvet SHIVERING despite the heating being on. you go over and he's like "babe i really really don't feel well" and his voice is all scratchy, and he's SWEATING. and you feel his forehead and he's burning up so you get him up and like manoeuvre him into the bathroom (he's so weak he can't stand by himself) to the shower to try and shift his fever. and even ill matty's still joking like "you know, i didn't picture this being the scenario in which we first showered together, but ok" and you pointedly ignore the fact he's just admitted to thinking about you and him in the shower together and just try and get him undressed in the most dignified way you can. and you're like "if you can face away from me i can hold you up without you having to compromise your modesty. i'll have to see your bare arse but that's nothing new" and matty's like "annoying that you've seen my bum and i haven't seen yours" and you're like "stop thinking about me naked and focus on feeling better" and he's like "those two things correlate it's fine" and you're like "jesus christ" but internally you're all !!!!!!! and the heat of the shower seems to soften the congestion in his chest so he's coughing this like awful awful cough and all you can really do is rub his back while holding him upright and doing your best not to look at him naked (but because he's so ill your overwhelming feeling is concern, not lust, so you're fine). anyway, the shower seems to revitalise him a little bit, so you leave matty to dry off and get dressed in his room and run to make him a cup of tea and get some soluble paracetamol. he has a bit of a tantrum about the latter, and won't force himself to drink it unless you sit and cuddle him afterwards to make him feel better (which melts your heart), so you end up sitting on matty's bed with his head in your lap, softly blow-drying his hair (so his cold doesn't get worse) while you watch my neighbor totoro (aka the best film of all time if u wanna feel better). when matty starts to fall asleep, you manoeuvre him onto the pillows and let him nap, while you go to the kitchen and start to reheat a batch of chicken noodle soup you'd made and frozen especially for situations like these. forty minutes later, though, you hear matty literally crying out your name and run back in a panic. and you're like "what's wrong sweetheart?" and he's actually crying a little bit holding your hand like "woke up and you weren't next to me" and you have to hold onto the bedframe to stop yourself keeling over at how heart-aching that statement is before you say "i'm sorry, babe, i was just getting you some soup. give me 2 minutes and i'll bring it to you". and matty pouts and says "promise you'll only be gone for 2 minutes?" and you're like "yes, i promise" and he reluctantly lets you go and get it. and then when you come back he has the soup then he's like "can you just please stay and cuddle me for the rest of the day?" and you're like "ok. but if i get ill, healy..." and matty's like "if you get ill, i'll take care of you. i'll always take care of you" and then he falls asleep on you again, leaving you sitting there heart fluttering lol <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #matty asks #fluff asks #flatmate!matty

[lem0n-t33th]

welcome to what i think the mercs would wear for sleepy time

Scout

He wears shorts w a five inch inseam bc he’s a whore and a some sports jersey. I think that Scout would run hot, but every night, he tucks himself into bed holding the top of the covers up to his chin like a cartoonish little kid. The next day, he will wake up sweaty and moist and be surprised about it.

Soldier

This man wears boxers that have the American flag or those heart boxers to bed. Someone got them for him as a joke, but it’s his favorite pair, and Soldier says that they are now military issue. But yeah, he just wears boxers. Sometimes he doesn’t even wear em, he says it’s the way that god intended humans to be since they weren’t born with clothes on.

Pyro

They have the softest pajama set you’ll ever feel. It’s a matching pink shirt and pant that are made of a fluffy fabric, but the thing is, he wears it over his suit most of the time. They don’t really know what it feels like, but she thinks that it’s like cotton candy. It was definitely a gift from Scout or Engie.

Demoman

Mans will sleep in whatever he’s wearing, mostly because he’s black out drunk half the time. When he doesn’t pass out, he will change into sweat pants and an undershirt. Some times he forgets to put one or the other on, and he just falls asleep half dressed, with or without underwear some times.

Heavy

He has one of those red and black plaid pajama sets, I know he does. I think Heavy also wears an old timey night caps, unironically, because his mom made it for him, and he loves his mother so much. He has fluffy slippers too, and they’re red to match the plaid. He will always wear the pants, but sometimes he doesn’t wear the long sleeve shirt, since it gets warm, and he will instead wear an undershirt because man is a heater. one time he woke up with archimedes in his bed

Engineer

He will usually pass out on top of his blueprints so his uniform. Whenever he sleeps in a bed, Engi will change into a clean undershirt and put on one of those soft flannel shirts with the off yellow and soft brown pattern along with some plush pants that Pyro stole got him, they thought it would encourage him to sleep more/not on top of his desk, and it does.

Medic

He is also the type to fall asleep on top of their desk, not as often as Engineer though. Medic doesn’t have a designated sleep shirt or jacket, but he does have designated sleep pants, they have little birds on them and the other pair has crosses on them (night ward cosmetic), and he wears them religiously. I think Medic also wears an old timey robe, and Archimedes likes to go inside of it or in the pockets.

Sniper

He sleeps naked or will only wear boxers because he gets so hot at night, but if it is cold, Sniper will be in sweats, hoodie, and a shirt under it, and he’ll be under two blankets. He will wake up sweaty and soggy, and he will not shower or rinse off or anything. He is a grimey dirty man.

Spy

She has the most lavish silk robes, the edges are hemmed with feather boa type thing, and it has like a million pockets for all his spy things. He will usually sleep in some type of satin clothing because it’s supposed to be good for your skin and hair or something. She also has silk whore shorts. You know those aesthetic rich girl sleepover packages that have matching pajama sets in them? The whore shorts look like those.

let me know if there’s anything else i should write!!

#hi twirls hair #teef #lemon writes #scout tf2 #tf2 scout #soldier tf2 #tf2 soldier #pyro tf2 #tf2 pyro #demo tf2 #tf2 demo #demoman tf2 #tf2 demoman #heavy tf2 #tf2 heavy #engie tf2 #engineer tf2 #tf2 engineer #medic tf2 #tf2 medic #sniper tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 #spy tf2 #tf2 spy #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons

[house-of-slayterr]

Fresh Out of Ink: Ink Blot Meet Cute Pt. 3

Tw: Animal death

Tag: @rorschach-thumbtack

Reader's POV:

Several days passed working alongside Rorshach. He didn't talk much, not that I expected him to. The quiet was nice. Except when he spoke, it cut through the air like a serrated blade. Landing in your eardrums with such precision you could think he was speaking from inside your head. I jumped when he cleared his throat. He seemed to have noticed because he stood painfully still for a moment.

"It's late, maybe you should get some sleep."

"No, no. I'm fine."

"That's your ninth cup of coffee, you're shaking."

A drop of coffee spilt from my mug as if to emphasise his point. I steadied my hand and glared at him. It surprisingly wasn't hard to tell if he was glaring back, considering he never took off his mask. I found myself becoming mesmerised by it every once and a while. Watching the shape flow and change was oddly calming. Everyone else who saw that mask would be filled with instant fear and dread. But he was different now that I knew him. I must have gotten lost in thought again because a gloved hand touched mine.

"Get some rest." His voice was more commanding this time.

He took the mug from my hands and set it on the coffee table.

"If you think anyone is going to get past me while you sleep, you clearly don't know me."

Again, despite that stupid mask, I could tell he was smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"You need rest to Rorschach, hate to break it to you but you're still mortal."

"And my will is stronger than yours. I'm used to this. I'll rest when it's safe. Now be a good boy and rest." He joked in his sort of stoic way.

It was weird, I'd never actually come out to anyone besides him. It was safer in this city to just pretend to be my birth gender. Putting on makeup every day, and styling my hair in more "girlish" ways, but I never could get the confidence to wear a dress. It made me feel gross. I sometimes think half the reason I haven't tried harder to transition is for my father. He already lost his life, he didn't need to lose his daughter too. But perhaps that was just an excuse for my cowardliness.

Rorschach had a way of pulling things out of you. I figured if I was going to work closely with him, he might as well know the real me. He'd figure it out eventually. Staying cooped up all day with him and eating takeout was sort of nice. I didn't have to dress up, I could relax a little. And he never once made me feel alienated for what I am. Who knew someone so full of hatred and violence could be so kind.

"I will carry you to that bed." He warned.

But his voice held no humour this time.

"Right, right! I'm going. Goodnight Rorschach."

That night I dreamt of the comedian's death. I dreamt of my fathers murder. Everything was covered in blood. There was nowhere I could run where death would follow. I couldn't take much more of the guilt and bloodshed. I awoke in a cold sweat, blinking my eyes rapidly to ground myself. Rorschach stood at the edge of my bed. I placed a hand over my heart in shock.

"I heard you whimpering." His voice was awkward like he didn't know how to make it sound soft and low. Like he was struggling to find the proper tone.

I shrugged off the blanket, not really caring if he saw me in my boxers and vest. I frustratedly reached for a hair tie at my nightstand and threw my hair into a bun.

"I'm fine." I sighed.

"There are tear stains on your cheek."

I squinted. How the hell could he see that from where he stood. He was halfway across the room and it was dark. Then it dawned on me, that he must have been closer before I woke.

"Where you watching me sleep?" I tried to make my voice sound accusatory.

"Only the last half hour. I didn't know if I should wake you. I've heard that makes these things worse."

I sighed, brushing the few strands of hair that didn't reach my bun, out of my face.

"Why don't you sleep" I pointed to the be "It's still warm."

He stared straight ahead. I picked up the blanket off the bed and threw it at him.

"I'm not asking Mr 'you need your rest' If you need to fight I'm not letting you do it sleep deprived. I'll keep watching the rest of the night, I cant go back to sleep anyway." I mumbled the last part.

I don't know where the sudden vote of confidence came from, but he didn't seem to be angry at it. In fact, I thought I almost heard him chuckle. But that couldn't be right. men like him didn't laugh. The joy had been sucked out of him aeons ago. And for that, I felt sorry.

"Wake me up in an hour if I'm not already awake," he commanded.

I shook my head.

"Two. No negotiation."

I heard him inhale a deep breath.

"Two, not a second more."

I raised my hands in defeat, backing away towards the door.

"You can shower first in the morning if you'd like. I'm gonna attempt to make us a proper breakfast for once."

I heard him grunt. A short but effective response. I closed the door behind me, giving him his privacy to take off his mask. I'm sure he'd just sleep in it again anyways. But I didn't want him to feel like he had to. It was none of my business what he looked like. No matter how many times I'd thought of it.

I looked over some of the photos now with fresh eyes. Checking every inch of the scenery for any types of clues. I refilled the pot with some fresh coffee and gently hummed a tune under my breath. I was careful not to make too much noise as I knew he was a light sleeper. You had to be in his line of work. In a frustrated sigh, I gave my eyes a break from searching. Another strand of hair fell from my bun and I'd grown fed up with it. What was I even hiding from anymore? It's not like I'd made a life for myself yet. No family, kids, friends... I could just start over in a new part of town and nobody would be the wiser.

I grabbed the scissors from the kitchen drawer and talked over to the mirror in my hallway. Normally I'd do this in the bathroom, but with him asleep in my bed, I didn't want to open the door. I violently started hacking away at my hair, letting out the weeks frustration on it. Who cares if it was messy? I just wanted it gone. I stared in the mirror for a long time. I haven't had hair this short since I was twelve. I grabbed a hoodie from my coat rack, and flipped the hood up.

I'd get it fixed later, I could always just wear a hat. I grabbed the broom in cleaned up the mess before getting started on breakfast. I made some french toast and turkey sausage. There was a bowl of oranges I had yet to touch, so I squeezed some into some orange juice. As I was finishing up, I looked at my watch and realised it was time to wake him. I gently knocked on the door, the only signal he needed. After a few minutes with my ear pressed to the door, I heard shuffling then some water turned on. I turned back to finish cooking.

I had grown used to his foot falls, getting better at knowing when he was approaching. I don't think he intended to be stealthy. It was just what he'd grown used to. I fixed my plate and started walking toward my room.

"Knock when you're done."

I ate in my room to give him privacy when his mask was off. I didn't mind it much. I never really used my dining table before now. After eating, I got up to shower. It felt so different and went by quicker when I didn't have to wash a foot of hair. It also dried faster too. I struggled for a moment to put on my binder. But it always felt better once it was on. I threw on a boring outfit of a t-shirt and jeans. When I heard the knock on the door, I knew it was safe to come out.

Rorshach always did his own dishes, and instead upon cleaning mine too. his hand was waiting to take my plate but he paused.

"What?"

"Your hair." He said.

I looked up as if that would give me a better view.

"That bad huh?" I joked.

He shook his head.

"I can fix it. Who do you think cuts my hair?" He stated nonchalantly.

He walked over to the sink and began scrubbing my dish. I stood there stunned for a minute. Not only did the Rorshach offer to cut my hair, but he just cracked a joke.

"You have hair?" I asked before I could stop myself. "I'm sorry!" I blurted out.

He turned to look at me

"That was a good one kid, I'll give you that."

I was glad he wasn't mad.

"Where do you keep the scissors?"

"Drawer on your left."

It was weird having a man so skilling in killing, holding a sharp object so close to my head. But I'd grown to trust him. He worked in silence and I let him, running over the details of the case over and over. The gore of the picture never got less disturbing, but I could look longer now. I'd learned to detach myself from the personal aspect of it. Something he must have accidentally rubbed off on me. When he stepped away I knew he was done.

I got up and walked down to eh mirror, checking myself out. It didn't look half bad. A much better job than I did in my half-alseep state.

"Thank you."

Another low grunt. "Short suits you."

We went back to the case as if that moment never happened. After about an hour, I shot up on the couch. Rorsacch gave turned to look at me and I could only imagine he had a look of confusion on his hidden face.

"The warehouse on 9th!" I exclaimed.

"Hmmm?"

"In the photo, look at the windows in the back. It's the only building in town that has those windows. It was abandoned due to it not being up to the safety code."

"You're more observant than I gave you credit for, nice work." "My job is quite literally to be observant Rory, don't patronize me!"

Another look that I only could assume meant "Stop Talking"

"I'll go check it out." HE stood to leave but I grabbed his arm.

"I think you mean we..." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You do understand there could be people who want you dead there right?"

"All the more reason for me to go then. I'm not letting you go alone."

"Not happening kid." "I've asked you to stop calling me that. This is my fight too! Whether you like it or not. Besides, if you truly think I'm as defenceless as you say I am, wouldn't it be better for me to stay with you. What if it's a trap and they know you'll leave me alone in my apartment? What then?"

He grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his mask.

"Do everything I say. No hesitation. Got it?"

"Yes."

I didn't dare do anything that might put either of us at risk. I knew how to be stealthy. And I had a little self-defence training. But I was nowhere near the skill he was. As we snooped around the warehouse, it was clear someone had been here recently. I rubbed my fingers along a spot on the wall.

"Rorschach, what do you smell here?" I asked.

He made his way over to where I stood.

"Smells like bleach"

"Exactly, which means somebody tried to clean something up recently. And they did a poor job too."

I took the flashlight out of my bag and shined it on the wall. There was a giant pink tint on the wall. And some white powder near the floor.

"He was here, I know it." I sighed.

This was where my father had his last moments. Rorschach put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off.

"Watch the entrance while I get photo evidence?"

He gave me a nod and walked off. But things didn't go as smoothly as planned. On our way out, I must have tripped some sort of silent alarm. The sound of dogs barking grew closer. He grabbed my hand and we sprinted toward the exit. We were pushed back when a pair of giant dogs. I jumped when I heard another growl from behind us.

"When I say run, you make a break for it." He said lowly.

I sprinted for the door at his signal, as the dogs pounced on him. But the guilt in my chest rose. I couldn't save my dad, but that didn't mean I had to leave Roarschah behind. I dropped my bag on the outside of the building, hiding it near the dumpster. I grabbed a discarded pipe and made my way back into the building. One of the dogs was already taken care of, but the other two were circling him.

"Hey!" I shouted, gaining their attention.

All attention in the room snapped to me. It was exactly what I wanted, but I’ll admit, it’s far scarier than I imagined. One of the dogs came sprinting up the metal staircase to where I was. I backed up to the ledge, dodging out other the way. I swung the metal pipe, trying to ward it off while Rory took care of the other one.

The dog grabbed onto the pipe with its jaws and threw it. I panicked; leaping over the dog as it made a jump at me. I flew over the railing, tucking and rolling right into the other dog. Sending the two of us flying into the nearest wall. Rorschach took that moment of distraction sent his grappling hook flying through the other dogs skull as it came at him.

As I tried to stand, the dog on me latched onto my arm, ripping into my flesh. I let out a loud scream. Thinking quickly, I grounded myself, pressing it’s body up into the wall. It bit down harder, but it started to struggle against me. I used my left leg and stomped down on the wood board next to me, sending a loose brick flying into the air. I caught it with my spare hand and smashed it down into the dogs skull repeatedly until it stopped struggling. I slumped to the ground exhausted, and Rorschach came running over.

“What the hell was that?!? I told you to run.”

“And I told you I wasn’t letting you do any part of this alone.”

I winced, the dogs jaw still firmly latched onto my arm. It’s muscles permanent locked in that position. He knelt down.

“Take a deep breath. On three ok? One… Two…”

I heard it’s jaw crack and felt the teeth leave my arm before three. I glared at him. I looked down to see one tooth still embedded in my skin. I reached over to pluck it from my flesh.

“Souvenir.” I joked.

“This isn’t funny. You need immediate medical attention. And I can’t be here when they come. You should have listened to me.”

“And let you get yourself killed? No way!”

“I have experience-“

“And you’re reckless. I’ve seen how you work. I was sent to survey The comedian remember? I know quite a bit about all of you.”

“Yet somehow you still don’t know who I am under this mask.”

He ripped off a piece of my hoodie and warped it tightly around the wound. I hissed.

“That wasn’t my objective. Despite the irony of it all, I do respect peoples privacy. But everyone has their price. Trust me, if I really wanted to know who you were Rorschach, I’d have known it already.”

He leaned back against the wall to catch his breath after finishing bandaging me up.

“You really should get that looked at.” He sighed.

I threw my apartment key to him with a little “heads up” he looked at it for a moment before looking back up at me.

“Promise you won’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. First aid kit is under that bathroom sink to bandage your smaller scrapes. If you’re not there when I get out, I’ll assume the worst.”

He gave me a small nod.

“Take care of yourself Rorschach. We’re in this… together.”

I waited about fifteen minutes until I was sure he was far enough away. My phone was busted but surprisingly still worked. I called for an ambulance and waited. The nerves finally started to set in, the adrenaline of the whole thing wearing off. Despite my father dying, witnessing as murder and being brutally attacked by guard dogs, trying to get Rorschach to open up was somehow the scariest thing I’ve ever done.

An: Also not me writing this storyline in like three different POV’s. This is the most chaotic thing I’ve ever written so I promise next time I write anything for watchmen it will be more cohesive. And hopefully I’ll have my hands on some of the comics by then. Sorry, I couldn’t do this more justice, I’m trying my best.

#rorschach x reader #rorschach #watchmen #watchmen x reader #dc #dc comics #male reader #trans #transgender #trans male #trans masc reader #trans nonbinary

[misasimagines]

when you wake up from a nightmare - jjk

included characters: Yuji and Megumi rating: sfw warnings: none, gn reader

trying a little Prose Type hc moment, I am capable of writing every 12-14 business days for approximately 2 hours in the middle of the day after being adequately caffeinated. There’s also only two characters here because uh writing hawd I might try to do Gojo and or Nanami and or Choso later if I’m feeling it

Yuji: A minute ago he was sleeping soundly, pressed against your back with his arms wrapped around you tightly enough that you had to really squirm to make your escape from them. Now, he was holding nothing and his chest felt uncomfortably cold in your absence. His attempt at a “come back to bed” plea came out in an unintelligible grumble and he couldn’t reach you as you sat perched on the edge of the bed.

“I just need a minute,” you understood Yuji’s sleepy speech very well, and his request was tempting despite the sticky layer of sweat that lingered on your arms and back. Already, the details of your nightmare were drifting out of focus, but your heart still thrummed in your chest.

He rubbed his eyes and reached for you, catching the back of your shirt with his fingers. “Bad dream?” His next attempt at speech was easier to understand.

You nodded, then croaked out a, “Yeah.”

Yuji sat up and moved over to you, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist, “Wanna talk about it?”

“No,” you answered. The heat you felt when you woke up had dissipated and left you feeling clammy and cold. Yuji’s warmth was a welcome comfort and you felt yourself relaxing against him.

He hummed quietly as he thought, then kissed you on the cheek. “Twenty four hour convenience store ice cream?” 

“At-” you looked at your phone for the time, “3am?” you turned your head enough to see him smiling tiredly at you.

“Yep!” He shimmied out of bed and pulled you up to your feet. “Ice cream, then back to bed.”

Your nightmare felt so distant, watching him bounce around, yawning and ruffling his hair into something he thought was less messy (he only made it worse). He rambled on the entire time about what flavor he’d get and you thought there could be nothing sweeter than him. Falling asleep later that night with a sugar high wasn’t any easier than falling asleep after a nightmare, though.

Megumi:

You sat up in bed, breathing hard and looking around the dark room for any sign of what you had been tormented by in your dreams. The only figures you saw were shadows with origins you could identify. A frog plushie cast a particularly ominous shadow next a dark swath across your wall caused by a stack of books.

You glanced over to Megumi’s side of the bed and found it empty, the sheets rumpled and cold. At least you hadn’t woken him up. You got up, stepped into your slippers, and shuffled out into the living room in search of your boyfriend. You found him sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone.

“Hey,” you mumbled as you trudged over to him..

He looked up, he looked tired, “Why are you awake?”

“Haunted by the ghosts of my past,” you joked dryly.

That earned you an eye roll, but still he opened his arms wide enough for you to crawl up onto his lap. With you cuddled up against him, he closed his arms around you and recommenced scrolling through his phone.

“What’chya reading?” You asked, biting back a yawn as you rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“Boring news articles,” He answered.

“Tell me about them?”

He cleared his throat, “Twelve dead in the burning of a family diner. They think it’s insurance fraud gone wrong.”

Morbid. “And you think-?”

“Probably a curse,” he answered, then sat in silence for a few minutes. You could feel your eyelids growing heavy, but every time you let them close, you saw what had woken you up in the first place. Eventually, he spoke again, “This one is about a dog coming home after being missing for three years.”

“Is it happy?” You snuggled closer to him.

He skimmed the article. “Yeah, you want me to read this one to you?”

“Mhm.”

As he read to you about the homecoming of a dog to his loving family, your body relaxed. From there, all it took was a kiss on your forehead from your boyfriend to send you into much more pleasant dreams than before.

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk headcanons #yuji #yuji jjk #yuji fluff #yuji x reader #megumi #megumi fluff #megumi x reader #megumi jjk

[poorly-drawn-dinosaur]

so i woke up at like 2 am thinking about this and i just. i need to put it out there

how ofmd differentiates between sex and intimacy because MY LORD (also yes this contains spoilers)

okay so i need to preface this with the fact that i myself am greyace, BUT i consider myself rather intimate person. and honestly? i think this show represents it rather well.

we’ll get into ed and stede later, but i want to give a HUGE shoutout to the crew of the revenge themselves. to me, the delicacy and trust with each other’s emotions, and the eventual rescuing for stede??? these people (pirates mind you), didn’t really give a shit about all the amenities they got, and especially disliked stede. but through time and patience, they’ve grown close and it’s so. you can tell i’m a slut for chosen family right?

okay so now it’s time for the reason that i woke up in a cold sweat.

RIGHT off the bat we’re shown ed and stede in a super vulnerable place. stede has been stabbed by the spanish, laying ill in the bed. and then as he wakes up, ed gives him his real name. not his persona. the name he’s only allowed his first mate (and person he trusted the most) to use. there’s also the fact that ed starts talking about all his most personal issues with the man he just met did NOT go unnoticed. ed has this immediate trust with this man, and hey!!! so does stede!!! while stede is generally a much more trusting and naïve person, he lets ed into his auxiliary closet, which one could consider his most prized possession. by metaphorically letting ed into his heart and ed revealing his identity immediately, it’s evident how close they’re going to grow.

but i can hear you saying “that’s cool and so true, but dino what does this have to do with porkin’?”. don’t you worry, i’ve got you covered. while stede and ed have an intimate relationship, in their pirate society (along with many antagonists in the show), the deeper intimate connection isn’t considered real. for example, in episode 6, izzy says “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say he’d been seduced by him”. the key there is the fact that he said “seduced” as opposed to “enamored” or “fell in love with him”. to me personally, seduced is a directly sexual term. and later in the episode, the run through is the fucking best sex joke ever seen in a sexual light. while it canonically is a metaphor for gay sex, i do also see it as an action of trust and intimacy. izzy’s thought is just “fuck they’re RAWDOGGIN’ on the DECK” when the actual context of the situation is so much more than that.

and calico jack. ho boy. besides the whole ex boyfriend persona (also the funniest thing i’ve ever watched thank you david jenkins), it’s also very obvious that he viewed he and ed’s relationship as strictly “two men bored at sea don’t have much more to do”. the two of them never had the intimacy stede and ed had. hell, jack even mentions the fact that “blackie would have you for using his name”, showing that ed had never found a trust in anyone besides stede (and izzy but that’s a WHOLE other rant). the show creates a clear difference between the purely sexual relationship between calico jack and ed, and the closer more intimate relations with stede and ed.

so where does this leave us? one, it leaves me sounding absolutely insane. but two, it also helps me feel personally more represented. between the “you wear fine things well” to the soft scared kiss to ed begrudgingly going on a safari journey because it’ll make stede happy, the two of them have such fucking close ties. which, of course, made stede’s abandonment hurt even MORE. however, their connections and trust and passion and LOVE for each other, while possibly slowly, will bring them back together. because if they had a purely carnal relationship, then reuniting wouldn’t work as well. but because their intimacy is through the roof? i think it’s going to be okay between the two of them.

#i’m so sorry everyone #needed to get this off my chest #also if anyone has suggestions/things to add/things to change #i’d love to see it #ofmd #blackbeard x stede #blackbeard ofmd #gentlebeard

[ben10ocfanfic]

The tale of 10

DJ woke up in a cold sweat from his rest. A nightmare had ravished his dreams. Visions of unknown creatures. While he could only remember bits some of the creatures were burrowed into his mind. Three in particular. A large angry tiger with two singular black claws sticking out from his knuckles, a man made of rock and fire.

But what Disturbed him most was the face of evil. It's face seemed like a squid with humanoid features. But it was all burnt up with half of the face practically missing.

Needless to say he wasn't getting any more sleep for the night. He looked over to his clock. The numbers on the digital clock read 5:00 a.m. This meant he had more than a few hours to himself.

He quickly grabbed the pair of blue jeans and an old green shirt. It wasn't the most fashionable of things but it was more than sooting for his last day of school for the year.

With any luck he and his three friends will be out of Bellwood by sundown. All he had to do was wait.

He then walked to the bathroom washing up his dirty drown hair an shaving the bit of stubble on his chin. He also got a good look at his eyes.

His left was a piercing blue and on his right a very unnatural shade of yellow. While his eyes we're often the butt of many jokes he couldn't help but admire the colors.

He continued with his morning routine and eating a quick breakfast before heading out the door. He made the long run to the school.

On most days he would have just taken the bus but today was the very last day of high school . Then he would tour around the country with his friends before starting up college in the fall.

Everything is going to be perfect at least in his mind. Little did he know his life was about to take a very very sharp turn in a few hours.

But untill then he had classes.

(thank you for reading the first chapter it's a little shorter than usual but that's because it's 3:00 a.m. and I want to go to bed thanks for reading)

#fanfic #ben 10

[floral-hex]

This is a drug post, but, like, a prescription drug post, so… there’s your fair warning:

God bless Klonopin. But also fuck it bc I know it can be addictive and fuck people’s lives up. It doesn’t mess me up, though. I don’t get high, it just kinda stops the bulk of my anxiety and let’s me feel okay. I can get this stuff from a pharmacy, completely covered by my insurance, but I can’t do the same for weed, and believe me… I would suck 1000 dicks for someone to smoke me out now. Actually, I’d probably suck a dick just to feel some human touch and affection. My anxiety is so bad. I can’t over exaggerates it. Constant chills, nausea, cold sweats, racing mind and heart. CONSTANTLY. Every time I think about my hearing loss, I freak out, and let me tell you, right now, 90% of my thoughts are on hearing loss.

So, yes, thank the pharmaceutical gods for klonopin. If only I didn’t have to ration them. I get one .5 pill a day and it’s not really enough. Gotta be strategic. Woke up and laid anxiously in bed for hours before I finally caved into taking one. I have another appointment in a few weeks and I know I’ll have a few extra pills, but the hoarder in me has no idea when I should double up, if doubling up one day would lessen the effects of a single pill the next day, and I have no guarantee I can get refills (probably not, but the nurse was super sweet so there’s a teeny chance). I don’t really want to keep fucking with a drug that can mess me up like benzos, so I’ll probably look into something SOMETHING to help supplement the antidepressants I’ve started. At this point I’d rather be a dulled zombie than have to keep dealing with this panic. I’d rather feel like I’m just going through the motions than feeling this paralyzing panic because at least there’d be motion (ok I tried to be clever but I don’t think it worked. Forgive me, my brain is fried.)

That’s why I wish I could get stoned. Just want to relax and zone out. Plus my appetite has been bad. Most food tastes bland or gross right now. I made a bunch of chicken and rice as meal prep since that’s one of the only things I actually like right now. If the scale is to believed, I’ve lost about 6 pounds in the last week or so. THAT’S NOT GOOD DON’T ENVY THAT PLEASE. It was probably all muscle and good stuff and I feel so weak and out of control of my body.

Bleggghhh. Just gonna get on Grindr and start offering favors for weed. Not really, but… I’m a mess. Sorry, that’s a crass joke. I’m falling apart. It’s not pretty. It’s tiring. I feel sick. Trapped. Ugggghhhh and and and HEALTH put out a new song and I can’t even really listen to it! I mean, I can hear the broad strokes, but the minutae gets washed away in the noise, and I love noise! Noise betrayed me! I’ll never get to really enjoy new music again! Aaaaah! I have to be positive! I have to stay positive!

#don’t try to sell me drugs on this post please bots #I’m poor as hell and couldn’t afford them anyway #gosh two weeks ago I was saying that my hearing was decent for long enough that I thought I could apply for jobs #and then woooooosh crash and burn #just gotta… get used to it. gotta keep trying #just feels like I see the lack of runway up ahead and it’s hard to keep moving forward #blegh I can’t do metaphors right now #my brain is trashed #trying to do research is like trying to read a book in an unknown language. my brain can’t process it. #I don’t want people thinking I’m fiending for a fix #I’m very aware that I can get addicted to things that make me feel good #which saying that may invalidate me also saying that right now I know I need MORE #just… MORE something to help because I’m falling apart #I’m trying. I swear. I started new antidepressants but they won’t hit full effect for weeks #I’m waiting on a referral for a therapist and a second opinion from another audiologist #I’m trying. really. I hate this. I just need some fucking… something to change these chemicals that are destroying my head #I think I should be allowed to be a little extra medicated while dealing with my life falling apart #I need a hug #drug mention #text