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anundyingfidelity · 2 months

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BLOOD, SWEAT & TEARS — Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy

Summary: A normal night where Butcher and his new pal, Soldier Boy, fuck just their stress out with a new toy, you.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x female reader x Soldier Boy

Word count: 1.5k.

Warnings: porn without plot, dom!butcher, dom!ben, one thought of dub-con but not really, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, unsafe sex (creampie and switching holes basically don't do it, this is just porn), squirting, dirty talk, blowjobs, facial, degradation (usage of whore, slut, etc.), cumplay, some dacryphilia, choking, hair pulling, blood, mentions of violence, Ben and Butcher being kinda jerks, normal misogyny coming from SB, some ego competition, hints to aftercare.

Notes: You already know english is not my main language, not betad and barely revised, lol sorry for the mistakes in here. The amount of horniness I have for these two I swear is not fucking normal. Normally I'd apologize for writing this, but I'm ovulating.

the boys/jackles tags: @k-slla

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A pair of rough hands held your legs open. Your empty pussy was throbing as Butcher knelt between your thighs rubbing the tip of his cock against your cunt.

You gasped, the man behind you spreading you further for his new team mate to get better access while he fucked your ass senseless. His cock reaching all the right spots. You moaned loudly, almost screaming when Butcher finally pushed inside you. Soldier Boy never seemed to cease his insane thrusts from behind.

"Luv, you're so fucking tight," Butcher grinned, your walls engulfing him perfectly.

They both soon set up a rhythm, one pushing in while the other almost slide out of your hole. Each stroke of their massive cocks inside you exploded something you never felt before. It was a new kind of spark eliciting from the deepest places, and you wanted to come undone there, over and over, forever, between their strong bodies.

"Oh, fuck! Yes right there, god!" you growled, screamed, and cried out incoherences as the two men continued fucking you to bliss.

A layer of sweat covered your skin and you rolled your eyes back, the familiar knot on your belly building up yet again. You didn't have an idea of how much time had passed since you arrived back to the dirty motel. All three of you arrived covered in blood, dirt and the weight of murder, and you still let them take you and you welcomed them the same way. You let them have fun with you however they pleased.

The last thing you remembered from that night was coming back from a mission. Your aching body begging for a shower and good sleep, but Butcher and the new supe found other ways to take their own stress out. You doubted at first. Of course you didn't know it could feel this good. They left bite marks all over your neck, nipped your tits, spanked your thighs open for their mouths to devour you while the other fucked your throat until tears streamed down your cheeks.

They continued bruising and marking your skin. Like a canvas, they left their prints, covering your flesh with different colors all over and used your mouth and pussy as they fucking wanted, granting access to the other, spreading your legs, manhandling you all over the disgusting, shitty room. Then Soldier Boy had the idea of using your ass, just for him, and at first, you were fucking scared. It was all too much. But once he had you ready and stretched enough with his fingers, you quickly fell for his rough touch and his dick, which was as huge as his ego. He was fucking addictive. Both were, in fact, fucking you amazingly hard.

One of Ben's hand wrapped around your neck, climax reaching its peak as Butcher rubbed your clit with his thumb. Your walls clenched around both of them and the vulgar sound of your pussy filled the place along with their skin hitting yours.

"Little slut, gonna cum for us?" Ben said, voice full of lust, pressing your back against his bare chest. You clenched again, his dark chuckle enhanced heaven down your cunt.

Wetness increased between your legs, and you moaned. Louder than ever. The whole place might already know what was happening in the room, but neither Ben or Billy made you shut up. In fact, they wanted you to scream your lungs out.

"Oh, she's definitely gonna cum," Butcher followed, a smirk on his lips. "C'mon sweetheart, don't be shy. Give us one more."

"I-I feel like- fuck!" with a loud cry you squirted all over them, their dicks sliding out of your holes. Shit, that was the harderst you came for the night.

Immediately you tried to close your shaky legs, but Butcher's hands held you in place, pussy clenching around nothing as your fluids coated their hard lenghts and thighs.

"Fucking hell. I'm gonna break you, sugar," Ben hissed, taking your legs and fixing your position on top of him, sliding you down his dick, but this time he claimed your pussy, pistoning in and out of you without any mercy. Even if your body still trembled and you were so fucking overstimulated. You moaned.

Butcher tskd as he watched you, tears streaming down your face and lost in pleassure. "That was mine, pal."

"Yeah, I don't give a fuck- Jesus, she's fucking tight!" Ben hoarsed.

He didn't care about Butcher, he just wanted to fuck you until you passed out and his name was the only thing on your mind.

You whimpered softly. "Please, please," you were getting there again, under the brunette man's dark eyes as the soldier fucked you insane.

But before you reached that sweet peak again, Ben pulled out of you. His strenght forced you to bend over the matress on your hands and knees, Butcher positioned himself right in front of your face. It was so fast and they moved quickly, like a dance already choreographed between them to take advantage of all you got to give.

"Open wide, baby" Butcher ordered. You complied happily, letting his cock touch the back of your throat smoothly.

Ben's rough hands gripped your hips, down your ass, giving a spank on one of your cheeks, making you jump slightly. He grabbed your ass cheeks spreading them to expose your hole, the tip of his cock teased your ass until he slid in a swift motion. You whimpered with your mouth stuffed. He filled you up perfectly and you fucking loved it.

"Such a good cumslut, taking my cock so fucking well," Ben praised, voice husky. He roughly gripped your hair, forcing yourself down more around Butcher's shaft. You gagged, he smirked. "Might just keep you around as my little, personal fuckdoll."

"Fuck- easy there, mate," Butcher warned, as you worked your tongue and lips on his cock as much as you could. "We have another deal, remember?"

Ben smirked cockily at him as you clenched around his cock. You let out a moan muffled by Butcher fucking your mouth. Both their thrusts harder than ever. "Still, I don't give a shit."

Ben's gaze admired you, hands on your hips, as he watched himself shoving into your hole. "You're gonna fucking cum again, you dirty little bitch," he ordered.

"Mmm..." You nodded as best as you could with the twitching cock on your mouth.

Butcher suddenly pulled out of your mouth, a string of saliva leaked down your lips to the tip of his cock. He kept your head in place as much as he could and jerked himself off with his other hand. He came with a hard groan all over your pretty face. His white seed painted your cheeks, lips and your tongue sticking out as you shut your eyes.

"Bloody hell, don't you look ravishing," Butcher whispered darkly. His thumb collected his cum, now mixed with your tears and a small stain of dry blood on your face. He dragged it to your lips so you could taste it. Your plump lips closed around his finger with a moan.

"Insatiable slut, just how I like them," Ben hissed, pulling out of your asshole, making you whimper. "Now, I'm gonna cum inside this pretty little pussy."

He rubbed the tip of his dick on your slit and entered slowly. You felt every inch stretching you out and he slammed into you brutally, he was so fucking close. You could feel it. It surprised you how much they actually endured, their stamina was endless and you lost count of how many times they made you cum already. And yet, you felt that precious sensation anew, soft walls clenching repeatedly around him.

"C'mon whore," Ben gripped on your hair, pulling your back against his muscular chest, taking both your wrists with his other hand. "Cum around my cock."

Your cunt pulsed, he grunted. And you came, again, with shaky legs, shaky breath and the sight of a naked Butcher, who already had taken a seat on the couch in front of the bed. Your orgasm triggered Ben's, and he filled you up completely. You cried out when his fingers found your clit, the grip on your hair long gone now. He continued fucking his cum inside you, balls deep, until he started to soften inside you. His thrusts slowed down little by little.

Ben finally pulled out, letting go of your wrists and you collapsed on your hands and knees on the mattress. He spread out your pussy with his fingers and admired his white cum dripping out of you.

"Well, that was a fucking ride," he smiled. His middle finger wiped his seed and forced it back inside your pulsing cunt. "Fuck, where do you find these kind of women?"

Butcher shrugged. "I have my contacts."

"I'm still here, y'know," you breathed out, rolling on your back.

Ben hovered over your tired figure. Messy hair, cheeks stained with Butcher's cum, teary eyes, and some dry blood spots decorated your face. They did break you and put you back into pieces. He was damn proud of that. He leaned down and sucked into the skin of your neck. You moaned, your fingers tangled on his scalp as his lips carressed your neck, his beard burning on your soft skin.

"Ben, I'm tired," you said, and he stopped his kisses. He shared a suspicious look with Butcher and then locked his lustful green eyes with yours.

The supe winked at you. "Later, doll."

You rolled your eyes and heard Butcher standing up.

"Gonna prepare you a bath, luv," he said as he disappeared inside the bathroom. "Have to take good care of ya."

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webslingingslasher · 3 months

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can u tell us more ab peters first time? or is that a secret😢

how about his first kiss? :’))))

peter's first time will be in the cherry series. (described)

first kiss? yeah, i gotchu.

your fingers tap on peter's skin, his chest is slightly sticky from dried sweat. 'when did you have your first kiss?'

his thumbs graze down your arms, 'first kiss or first real kiss?' you lightly kiss his bicep, 'both?' peter takes a deep breath as he retells the story, you close your eyes and try to picture it yourself.

'i was in the fifth grade and i had this wicked crush on julie thompson. somehow her friends found out and told her and she met me at the bus stop after school, and i thought i was hot shit because her dad always picked her up- but she told me that she could 'obviously' never date me-'

julie thompson was a fifth grader and you'd beat her ass.

'but she was very flattered and said she had something for me. she told me to close my eyes and i was expecting like a note or something but nope, she kissed me.' you can hear the smile in his voice when he says it. you don't blame him, it's a mostly cute story and it's juvenile.

'then she told me that i would always be her first kiss but i could never tell anybody. i never did. well, until right now. and my first real kiss was in high school, her name was lauren gravy- yes, i said gravy- and she was in the marching band. she asked if i wanted to see something she learned at bandcamp over the summer and i said sure and she fucking stuck her tongue down my throat. i was so scared.'

'you were scared?' you can't help the small fit of laughter. peter clicks his tongue, 'no, c'mere.' peter not so nicely cups your face and tugs it to his, 'wanna see something i learned at band camp?' he's reenacting it.

'sure.' you make a muffled scream and smack his shoulder, he's not exaggerating, it is scary. 'yeah, not so funny now, is it?'

'was she at least hot?'

peter nods confidently. 'fucking smoke show. but i never went around her again. i hope she got better at it.' well, if all he had to go off of was a pity kiss and a slobbery one he became pretty damn good at it.

'how'd you get so good at kissing?'

peter snorts, 'cause i had a girlfr-' peter catches himself, 'cause i had a girl teach me. some other girl from high school, nothing important.'

'my first kiss was brad allen and he was missing a front tooth. he ditched me on our first date for a pig farmers daughter.'

'that's so bold of you to share. you wouldn't be able to boil that information out of me.'

'he lost it playing lacrosse but his dad was a dentist so i don't know why he never got it fixed.' peter pushes your head back down to his chest. 'i think we should take a nap.'

'if you lost a front tooth i'd still kiss you.'

'can't hear you. i'm sleeping.'

#frat!peter drabbles

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semicolonsspace · 3 months

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Stubborn Brat

Warnings: none, it's fluffy. (Cutesy and shit)

Valentine's Day. The worst holiday ever to be made to mankind.

Every year, it never fails to disappoint me.

No one will ask me.

I push out of my self-deprecating thoughts and go to my last class; My free period. During my free periods I go to the lacrosse field to read, but today, the lacrosse team was out there practicing for the big charity game that's coming up. "Hey, Sti," I yell as I wave as he runs toward me. He was out of breath, sweaty hair matted to his forehead. He looked hot, and I always teased him for it. I smirk at him, "Oh my bad, I didn't not Mister Hottie was out to play today," I joke.

Stiles rolls his eyes and points to his water bottle. It was a Mets bottle with the printed signatures of the team. I had gotten it for him years ago when I learned he liked them. I was 10, and I saved up and got him it and asked him to be my friend. He immediately accepted my offer and jumped on me screaming that I was the best.

I grab the famous bottle and toss it to him. He squirts the water in his mouth and some on his face. "Thanks" he mumbles before wiping his face from water and sweat. So, what's your plan for this stupid Valentine's Day?"

I glare at him in response. I plopped my body down onto the bench, and I couldn't help but notice his eyes watching my breast. Great day to wear a deep V-neck, I thank my morning self. "I was hoping to hang out with my best friend," I say in a teasing annoyed voice. I was talking about Stiles. "But it seems he doesn't want to," I add feigning annoyance, teasing him.

Stiles laughs and playfully elbows my side. "You know you're the only person I'd like to hang out with today, you brat," he chuckles, with a playful grin. He sits down with me, placing his bottle back in his bag. Then he pulls my body toward him. I laugh and lay my head on his shoulder. "What do you want to do today?"

I blow a raspberry and look at him. My eyes had a playful glare to them. I knew we couldn't do what I wanted to do, mostly because I was too scared to tell him that I liked him. "I have no idea." I think a bit before adding. "Maybe we can watch that princess movie you talked about yesterday."

"The Princess Bride?" he asks as he wraps his arm around me with a content smile. "Sure, I'd be more than happy to rewatch it with you. However, I think this movie is more of a date movie. You don't have any boyfriends you could watch it with instead?"

I glare at him and then sigh. I squint my eyes after a few seconds. "You know damn well I don't have a boyfriend, Stiles," I grumble. I take a breath before adding to that. "My standards are too high and I'm pretty much a nobody," I laugh. I poke his side and ask him something. "What about you? Do you have anyone you wanna ask to be your Valentine?"

We laugh together as he shakes his head. "I'm in the same boat as you, honey," he sighs breathily as he wraps his other arm around me, ultimately scooting me closer to him. "If I could ask anyone it would be you."

As he says this he glances down at me with weary eyes, his brown doe-like eyes staring straight into mine. I shudder. All of a sudden my mouth runs dry. Did he just say what I think he just said?

After that brief pause, my eyes widened. "Really? You'd ask me?" I choke out. A beat of silence goes by, I fill it up with more words. "Well, what's stopping you?"

Stiles gives me a hearty chuckle, the famous curve of his lips returning. He glances at Scott in the distance and Scott gives him a thumbs-up with a cheeky smile.

Stiles sighs and moves hair out of my face with his slender fingers. I couldn't say anything more. I couldn't bring myself to do so. He had always moved hair out of my face, but this time it felt different. More intimate. I want him to do it again.

"You're my best friend; I don't want to mess it up... I couldn't bear losing you."

I think for a moment, my emotions being displayed on my face: anxiety, excitement, relief, and hope.

"Why don't we make a promise? That whatever happens... if it doesn't work out, we will work it through and continue being friends?" I ask softly. Hopeful. My voice cracked as I spoke with such anxiety I never thought I could experience.

Stiles' mouth runs dry in return. After a second he nods his head once. "If you promise to sell be my friend, no matter what, then I would be happy to ask you to be my valentine," he reiterates softly.

"Even through ash and dust, Stiles. I promise," I answer immediately. I smile cup his face into my small hands and kiss his sweaty forehead. "You aren't getting rid of me. I did hard work to be friends with you... I had to beg for weeks to get my uncle to give me a copy of his Mets signatures. Then get that on a water bottle. I didn't do that for nothing," I smirk playfully.

Stiles hums happily and returns the forehead kiss. I gush, blood rushing to my face as he began to speak. "You were always a stubborn brat," he chuckles, wrapping you in a tight hug. I feel his heart beat quickly, his breath quickening as he holds me in his arms. This is a core memory, I thought as I stared back into his beautiful brown eyes.

"Now I'm your brat," I whisper nervously.

"My brat," he hums deeply, still hugging me tight. "You know you're really cute when you act like a brat?" He asks as he leans his head against mine. He loosens his hug before squeezing a few times to show affection.

"That's because I'm me and you just think I'm cute, regardless of the way I act," I voice in joking confidence as I flip my hair in dramatic.

He laughs, rolls his eyes, and glances at Scott that was on the field. I glance at Scott as well. "True; I think you're cute whatever you do. Especially when you're angry. Basically... you're cute when you're being a pain in the ass as well," he teases as he rubs my lower back reassuringly.

"Me being a pain in the ass makes things interesting and you know it!" I blurt laughing loudly, causing a few people to stare.

"Eyes off her, Lahey," Stiles Barks angrily.

"Yeah yeah, I know, she's yours, blah blah," I hear in the distance from Isaac. "I heard the conversation," he grumbles as he waves his hand to get Stiles off his back.

"Are you going to be more protective like that? If so, let all of it go because that was hot," I say honestly, a smirk on my face as I continue to watch Stiles glare at Isaac walk away. Stiles was taken aback and slowly turned his head down to me. "Of course, you would like that, you practically fangirled when Kylo Ren had a temper episode."

I cut him off with a scoff. "He is hot and you know it, Kyle Ren and Annikan are two beautiful men that me and other women would gladly kneel for!" I explain in a loud whisper. There was no way I could scream that without people judging me.

Stiles shakes his head with a smile. "What if I said Leia is hot, hmm? Or Rey?" He asks sassily.

I stand my ground and agree with a hum. "I would agree with you, those two women are also very hot." He looks at me for a second, opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. I shrug at him with a "Don't ask, I don't know either but I stand by what I said" face.

"STILINSKI, GET YOUR ASS BACK ON THE FIELD AND STOP EMBARRASSING YOURSELF IN FRONT OF THAT GIRL," Coach screams across the field.

I giggle and whisper in Stiles' ear. "I can kiss you to show him you aren't embarrassing yourself if you'd like." He nods immediately. "Cheek or lips?"

"Lips," he says with heart eyes. I stand quickly and pull him up.

"STILINSKI," Coach yells again.

I take a step closer to Stiles, grabbing his hands and interlocking them. I stand on my tippy toes and lean up to kiss him. Multiple eyes were on me, and I was nervous, but as soon as his lips touched mine there was nothing. Nothing but me and my best friend.

I pull back with a smile, my lips wet from the kiss. "Go practice, soldier," I laugh at his hearty expression. He salutes, "Yes Sergeant," he yells.

"I'm not in Rotc anymore, dipshit," I laugh. He shrugs and pecks my lips a few times, humming between them and going back for more. I mess up his hair and shove him off. "Go practice, dummy!"

After practice, Stiles came running to me and squeezed me so tight I struggled to breathe. "Alright strong me, I need air," I struggled to speak. He let me go, apologized and kissed my face everywhere. "I missed my girl," he whispers to me.

"You were just here like 30 minutes ago," I laughed, kissing his cheek back briskly.

He gave me a look like I was dumb. "You just gave me the best kiss of my life and told me to go; our first kiss, to be specific. Of course, I'm going to miss you. I'd miss you if I didn't see you for 10 seconds," he shrugs, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"You're a dork."

"And you're a brat."

"Brat tamer."

"Nerd."

"Dumb-head."

I gasp at him playfully. "You take that back! I am not a dumb-head," I exclaim with a playful hurt pout.

Scott walked passed us saying: "Yeah, that was uncalled for, Stiles." Scott had a playful grin on his face and Stiles shoved him before returning to hug me.

"Give me another kiss and I'll think about taking it back," Stiles smirks down at me. Scott raises his eyebrows and covers his eyes.

I laugh at the two dorks. I cup Stiles' chin and guide his mouth to connect with mine. Once again, I forgot that other people were near. I only realized that there were people near when I heard some of the lacrosse team members cheer for Stiles. I pull back with a smile, breaking into a laugh at the childish team members I've grown to be familiar with and adore. "Shove off Greenburg, Johnson, Garcia, Austin, you too, don't think you're hidden behind the bench," I laugh, using the member's name.

"You're not allowed to call him Austin, it's Vaught."

I roll my eyes at Stiles and glance back to Austin. "Vaught, shove off." I then look back to Stiles and ask with sass, "Better? Pretty boy?" He nods quickly and pecks my lips, humming with approval and kissing it again and again. "Stiles!"

"I'm sorry," he laughs. I smack his ass, something I do all the time. He squeaks in and runs with Scott as well as his team members who were waiting for him to go to the locker room. I watch him laugh and jump on Scott's back. A few of the members jumped on his back as well and ended up dog-piling. "Boys! Go shower, y'all stink!" I laugh. A few of them laugh and call me mom and I just flip them off.

This was fun to write. And so cute as well. I hope you enjoyed it, I love y'all babes! <3<3<3 Happy Valentine's Day!!!

#valentines day #dylan o'brien #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #tw #stiles #stiles x reader #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski fluff #bestfriend! stiles stilinski #bestfriend! stiles #teen wold fluff #stiles x reader fluff

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itsgrimeytime · 5 months

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When you love him... || Rick Grimes (TWD)

When he loves you (sequel)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

It was a rough day. A really rough day, you had constant nightmares -screaming faces of your family, jaws thrashing and running. Running until the breaths in your lungs burned and sweat dripped down your brow, you were running-

You woke up with a scream on the tip of your tongue, on the edge of-

"Hey," he hummed, groggy but forceful, "-hey, darlin', wake up-"

You came to almost immediately, the pounding, the screaming, the blood- it all went silent, only a mere ache in the back of your head now. When your vision cleared, you saw Rick -leaning over you, hands on your arms, gently shaking you awake.

"Hey," he spoke softly, a gentle whisper, "-hey, There ya are."

"Did I-"

"Light sleeper," he whispered, his drawl low and growly, "-'Heard ya shufflin' around."

Your cells were pretty close, maybe two off from each other but you were still surprised that he heard you from there. Were you loud? Were you screaming? You didn't want to wake-

"I cut you off from a scream," he seemed to read into your silence, "-No one else is awake, 'promise."

"Okay," you spoke, shakily, and, with his hand, he guided you up, "-okay."

His hand stayed there, on the small of your back -rubbing up and down with the gentle push of your breaths. You felt safe then, with his hand there, with him-

You pushed away the thought.

"Do ya wanna talk 'bout it?" He echoed, accent strong from the buzz of sleep in his voice.

"Just-" you started, deflecting, "-Just the same things everyone deals with."

"Just 'cause everyone deals with it," he spoke, more authoritatively -like you'd seen around the prison, "-don't mean it ain't important."

"My family," you relented, something catching in your throat -you hadn't told anybody, "-I watched them... Right in front of me, I was... I was so helpless."

You weren't built for an apocalypse, you knew that the second it started. When you'd come across the farm, you'd never even held a gun nevertheless used one. They had to train you, keep you practicing and make you confident-

You were used to it now, a familiar weight in your hand. Even when you used something else, it was okay, you knew it -you were getting used to this life.

You didn't know whether to sob or celebrate.

"You ain't helpless now," he spoke, hand finding its place on your shoulder -grounding, "-and I know it hurts but you can't change it. You just gotta... keep on movin' for 'em."

"I didn't think I'd make it this far," you confessed wiping at your tears -looking anywhere but at him, "-can you believe that? I thought... After my parents, my family, I thought I would go out just like them. Scared and afraid-"

"You didn't," he consoled, turning your face to face his own -your skin tingled under his fingertips, "-You won't. You survived. You are survivin', they'd want you to survive."

"Yeah, I know," you hummed, brought back to earth, "-I know."

"Plus," he clarified, looking straight into your eyes, "-you ain't alone anymore, alright? So don't, don't think like 'at."

"Okay," you exhaled, your breath a little more stable -he'd brought you down. The heaviness in your shoulders lifted, and something in you shifted -looking at him.

"'Kay," he started, hand rubbing your shoulder one last time -it left an ache in its wake, "-get some sleep, 'be good for ya."

"You too," you whispered, watching as he left -something building up in your chest, a little twinkle. An overwhelming feeling of... of wanting him to stay.

He has a pregnant wife, your brain dinged as you laid back down to sleep -head heavy and eyes exhausted but the thought kept you up.

You didn't sleep a wink.

#rick grimes x y/n fanfiction #stuff n' thangs #twd blurb #rick grimes blurb #its griming time #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #twd oneshot

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famoulouswrites · 2 months

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~Nightmares~

Ace x Y/N

(She/her pronouns used)

(Overblot spoilers)

(Y/N low key has PTSD)

(Not proofread.)

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The overblots were horrible.

The room around growing black, the walls and plants cracked or decaying, the very emotion of the victim distorting everything around them.

Were they even victims? Y/N believed so, but her nightmares painted them in their worst light.

One night, after the first overblot, Y/N dreamt that she ran into the gardens maze, only to be chased by the sounds of yelling and a rose bush hitting the walls.

The next nightmare was even more intense, Y/N stuck alone with Leona, dust clouding the sight of her friends, the threat of being turned to sand closer and closer.

The next one? Hiding bellow a table in the monstro lounge as the sound of foot...or the merman equivalent of foot steps on the tile came closer.

Another? Trapped in golden chains, surrounded by what should have been a joyous party, destroyed by the new head of Sacrabia.

Trapped under fallen debree of the festival,

Surrounded by sobbs and an endless number of stairs,

With each overblot the nightmares grew more and more unbearable.

And Y/N was at her breaking point.

Each night she had these nightmares, along with the normal nightmares presented in the mirror....were those even nightmares if she wasn't asleep?

It didn't matter.

Tonight's was the worst of all of them.

In every dream nobody ever touched her, the threat was present but never actully harming her, until tonight.

Grimm....or somthing that looked like Grimm, scratching her, hitting her wih his claws in an aggressie manner, nobody was the there to help, she screamed for Ace, for Deuce, Jack, Epel, Kalim, anyone! Even for Grim to return to his senses! Nobody came.

In one last pounce from Grimm, she woke up.

Breathing heavily she looked up at her ceiling.

She couldn't do this anymore, why was she always in the middle of overblots? Why was Crowly so irresponsible that he let so many happen in the first place?

It wasn't fair!

Y/N sat up, crying to the point she could hardly breathe. She was convinced that if she had magic, she'd be very close to overblotting herself at that point.

The small knock on her door almost went unheard, until it became more fantic.

Getting out of bed and walking down the stairs of Ramshackle, she could finally hear a scared voice pleading for help.

"Perfect wake up! Riddles on my case again, you gotta let me in till Trey calms him down! Perfect? Perfect!!!"

Oh...it was Ace.

Again.

She walked to the door, and opened it already stepping out of the way for when Ace would come plowing in.

She'd been though this a quite few times before.

Ace was lucky this time, she saw, as he wasn't collared yet. Unlike a majority of times he came bolting into her dorm.

"Oof, Riddles really ticked this time. I swear I thought I locked the door to the flamingos!" He started to rant, walking around the main living room, as he tried to prove his innocence to her, before finally looking back up to Y/N.

"Y/N....you look like crap."

"Wow thanks."

Y/N sighed as she sat down on the couch.

At least her couch was nice and cozy, it made the situation a little better.

It was true what he had said, she did look like crap.

Her hair was all messed up, tears were going down her face still and she was soaked in sweat.

For once Ace looked more orderly than her.

"You....you need to talk about somthin'?" He offered, sitting next to her on the couch.

"I don't know, it was just a nightmare." She said, brushing off the offer.

"Hey! That's serious!" Ace argued "Whenever I'd have a nightmare back home my bro would sit with me and listen to it! Doesn't matter how old I get!" Ace said. "So talk! ...if you want."

Y/N sighed, and started from the beginning, recounting every nightmare she'd had after coming to Night Raven Collage, all the way up to her latest one.

"Dang...." Ace said, shaking his head. "And I thought my nightmare about my pants falling down was bad...."

"Look," he said with a soft sigh "I'm not gonna say you shouldn't worry about those cuz, let's be honest, I think overblots happen here more than anywhere else......this school really needs better therapists, but! You know that you'll always have help!" Ace smiled softly as he sat at the edge of the couch.

"Like-like with Riddles! You had me, Deuce, Trey and Cater! With Leonas you had me, Deuce, Riddle, Jack and I kinda guess Ruggie...does he even count? He did hardly anyth- ok I'm getting off track! Point is, you'll always have help! Ok? You're never going to have to handle one on your own, ok?"

Y/N listened, knowing he was probly right but...she was still scared. "I know in real life I have you guys, but what about in my dreams? I know they're not real but it makes it so hard to sleep..." She sighed.

"Well...um..." Ace thought for a moment "I'll sleep with you tonight! And if any nightmares come, I'll just shoo them away!" He laughed. "That's what my brother used to do for me!"

Yuu smiled. "Thanks....I'd like that!"

Of course, as always, nightmares came as always.

Another one about Leona.

She was back on the playing field, surrounded by sand, she couldn't see anything but the yellow clouds...but this time, she heard a voice calling out for her.

"Y/N! Y/N over here! I've got ya!"

#ace trappola #ace trapolla x yuu #ace trapolla x reader #ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twist x reader #disney x reader #twist wonderland x reader

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return-to-ravenbrooks · 5 days

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Return to Ravenbrooks:

Biography

Entry 6

Name: Aaron Peterson

Date of Birth: 1996

Gender: M

Current Address: 910 Friendly Court

Height: 6'5

Hair color: Light Brown

Eye color: Brown

Key features: clean-shaven, fluffy hair

Role: Informant

Abilities: Lock picking, engineering, sneaking, careful

Occupation: ???

Status: Undetermined

Biography:

One two three, one two three, one two thr-.

Creeaaak

The ninth plank creaks slightly under my step. I lifted the notebook again, marking the spot on the room grid with an X.

Relatively I can't say it wasn't well-built, I only have five other Xs for this room, all rather quiet. I should be happy for that part, but it only makes keeping things right harder. If it was quiet under my step how would it sound under someone smaller? Quieter? Someone trying to sneak up on me?

A soft sigh escapes my lips. I can’t let this stuff get so intense already. If I'm right no one in town even knows I'm here. I worked so hard to fake it. A fake name, a fake architect with a fake background to feed the papers. A fake rich older man wanted a house built in Ravenbrooks and seeing the price of this property decided to invest. I had to be careful. It had to be perfect. I'd likely only have a week, two at most, before they realized I was here.

To think I spent months building up an alibi to grant me so little time.

The silver doorknob glints as I grab it, first overhand, then under. Turned left then right. It clicks softly in both directions. The noise is soothing, comfortingly audible. Next the lock, back then forth then back then forth. Three times. Always three times. It clicks as well, louder with a metallic tang. I stop and listen as the noise echoes back to my ears after every turn. Every door is equipped with a slightly different lock, custom-made.

It's not safe. It will never be safe, but it's better. It'll suit my needs until they find ou-

Tick

...

Click

No- no no no already?! Why are they here already? How?! I can feel the sweat building up on my palms. Need to act quickly. Get rid of it.

They're like scout ants, if I can get them to believe whatever loon will live here just hasn't packed or anything maybe they'll report back nothing. It'll probably cut down my time to days at most but it will be something. Please just leave me some time.

I grab a hammer off the desk, shifting my grip. A builder left it. I create the excuse in my head. I thought you were them, coming to retrieve it. Or, I thought you were a burglar. If it gets violent.

My breath stops. Footsteps. Soft for the most part, with a few heavier sets. Multiple people. Of course. I close my eyes, counting them carefully.

Seven.

God dammit.

This wasn't going to end peacefully. I knew it. I'm doomed. They'll either kill me or make some excuse to have me removed from town. Could I claim invader for seven people? Could I take seven people?

"Watch your step" a woman whispered. They're in the next room. It's now or never Aaron. Are you going to let it all be for nothing?

"Be quiet." A male voice hushed with annoyance.

Click

He's picking the lock. I shift the hammer in my grasp again, purposeful this time. Ready.

When the door finally opens I'm ready to crack the metal against his skull.

But I can't.

The six behind him notice me before he does. Someone yells, and another grabs and yanks him back. I can’t even see his eyes through the thick lenses of his goggles. No. My goggles.

The hammer has fallen to the floor now, I hadn't even realized I'd let go of it. Just the loud thud of it hitting the floor.

It frees my brain from it's distraction. Seven. I grab my gloves, and yank. The fear in their eyes makes this all easier. "What are you doing inside my home?" I say it calmly, but the malice is omnipresent. Good. I want them scared, to run screaming.

The woman who grabbed his arm spoke up first, stammering nonsense before managing, "Well- well they uh-" she turned and looked at taller women beside her. I took a step closer.

"Th-this isn't what it looks like!" A ginger behind her squeaked. Another step.

The others exchanged glances and angry whispers. I didn't care. I could barely hear them at this point over my own growing anger.

"AH! Well- about that..." the taller woman whimpered. "U-uh- Nick?"

I pause midstep. The goggled man finally pulls them off his eyes. They're not the green I'd remembered so well. Instead that dead looking brown. He looks embarrassed more than scared. "Uh- well-" he begins. I stop listening again.

"Nicky?"

He stops too and his awkward smile slowly fades. I stare wide-eyed. How can someone look so alike and yet so different to the child they were years ago?

"Aaron." He responds. Something about his voice is...wrong. I can’t place it. But it doesn't matter. Before I even realize it I'm smiling like an idiot. He looks down at the floor. I take another step.

That's the last thing I remember before hitting the ground, before everything went black.

#hello neighbor return to ravenbrooks #return to ravenbrooks #hello neighbor #hello neighbor au #rtrb #hnas #welcome to ravenbrooks #hello neighbor welcome to raven brooks #aaron peterson #aaron hello neighbor #nicky roth

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bellarkeselection · 1 year

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We already had tony with a pregnant wife, now can we have tony and the wife having a beautiful baby boy? I'm totally in love with your tony

Mini Tony Stark

Tags @mcugeekposts @underoostarks @rosie-posie08 @makeshift-prime

Most people never imagined Tony Stark as a father. He had quite a reputation of being a billionaire playboy that would spend most of his spare time in his lab or be off saving the world as Iron Man. But no matter what his next project was he has been there for me through all the steps of the pregnancy even if I really didn't think he needed to come sometimes. Tony rolled me through the hospital hallway while my fingers were death gripping the handles of the wheelchair. "Athony, urgh!...you have no idea how much I hate and love you right now!"

"Listen, baby, I know you want to rip my head off right now. But think about all the preparations we have been doing for the baby. We get to bring home a little bundle of joy that is all our own." He rounded the chair with the nurses coming on either side of me helping me up into the bed with me baring my teeth in pain down my back.

Once I was settled on the bed and changed into a hospital gown it was quite a few hours of painful contractions. Honestly I just wanted the contractions to be over with already. This was our first baby and I was completely terrified and excited all at once. "Tony....please tell me you did not go get a cheeseburger." I grumbled not being able to have any food since I was now induced into the hospital labor. So my heightened senses could almost clearly locate that he was hiding the fact that he had left the room to get some food.

"Maybe....but don't get mad because I saw these in the store and thought you would like them." He opened a bag revealing a blue tea shirt with iron man on the front and another shirt that was pink for a girl that looked like Natasha as Black Widow.

Wiping away some tears that were falling down my face I was so excited for either option. "Awe Tony....ah geez shit!" We decided to not know the gender until the day of so we were losing our patience on this baby coming.

"It's okay, Y/n. It's gonna be alright I'm not going anywhere." He dropped the bag immediately coming over to grasp my hand in his. We had gotten married basically the day after he announced he was Iron Man but I wouldn't change anything about it.

A doctor and some nurses quickly came into our room coming to see if I was ready to push since we had been at the hospital for almost two days but I still hadn't given birth yet. "Good news, Mrs. Stark. You're now where we want you to be. You can start pushing in a few moments here."

"Tony, I'm scared. What if something goes wrong. What if we lose the baby. What if-" He cuts off my nerves cupping my face in his hands so I'd stare into those deep brown eyes that I could get lost in if I so tried every second if the universe would let me so.

The superhero shakes his head trying to remain calm for me. Yet I could read that he was more nervous than I was. He didn't have to worry about just the little human we created inside of my belly. No, he had to also worry about the love of his life too. He runs his fingers through my hair getting it out of my eyes seeing that the doctor and nurses were now dressed for the birth. "Alright Mrs. Stark you can start pushing now."

Gripping my husband's hand in my right I moved my left to death grip the bedsheets on the other side of me beginning to push which was honestly the hardest thing I have ever had to do. There was heavy sweat coming down my forehead and I had lost count by how long I must have been pushing for. My throat was raw and sore from the screaming. "You're doing great honey. The baby is almost here." Tony was doing his best to reassure me.

"Until you have to push a human being out of where you pee I don't think you get to say how good I am doing - oh you-" I cut myself off almost passing out from how tired I was. Laying my head against my husband's chest the doctors were giving me a quick moment to breathe but the baby still had part of its body inside of me sp I wasn't out of the woods yet.

Tony opened his mouth to say something but he paused until an idea popped into his genius head that he knew he would be getting into trouble for later. He turns my chin so I was looking at him and not the medical people seeing that they were stressing me out more than I already was apparently. "Awe come on Y/n. You don't remember the night we conceived this little boy or girl. I mean I think you were more than enjoying yourself when you said the words, oh Tony faster. Don't stop I need you to make love to me. I want you to-"

"Anthony Stark, how dare you talk about our martial life in front of - oh..." I quickly shut up, wanting to slap my lover across the face so much. My face fell like it had become even redder before he ever brought the night of our wedding that we first slept together. Giving the last few big pushes that I could the doctor finally caught our baby raising to hand the infant off to the nurses so they could clean it and tell us the gender.

"You did amazing, sweet wife. I love you." Tony dropped down on his at my bedside pressing his lips onto my forehead then giving me a kiss on the lips to calm me down.

Leaning into the kiss I gripped his shoulders breaking the moment and flinging my arms around his neck sobbing tiredly into his shoulder blade. "I love you too...is the baby okay?" He wrapped his arms around my waist glancing over in the direction of the infant.

Pulling slightly away from my husband I could see that he was crying more than I imagined he would be. "Actually honey I think we have twins. So we get to have two new member members of the Stark family."

"Congrats, Mr and Mrs. Stark. You have a boy and a girl." The nurse declared handing one of the babies to me and the other to my husband.

Moving my gaze downward I smiled through tears watching the baby boy in my arms. "I know a name, Tony. We should call him Robert."

"And this should be Morgan." He gestures his head at the sleeping baby girl in his arms grinning the biggest smile I had ever seen. Tony sat down on the edge of the bed handing me the other child or ours. Laying my head on his chest he mumbled before I fell asleep. "I bought you some cheeseburgers too."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Survivor's Guilt (Roy!Sibling x Roy Family)

Character/s: Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Roman, Logan

Word Count: 1,356

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: I had these thoughts after my dad died, I still do, so I thought I'd put it into writing. It was how I found out, like the show, and it felt like a punch in the gut. I could not stop crying watching that episode. It only seemed fitting that Baby Roy would feel the same. Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Was there anything you could have done differently? Was there anything you could have said to make it better? That day plays on loop in your head, before your eyes. In fragments. Broken pieces. Bits and pieces of conversation, of crying, then nothing. Others talking around you, but you were in a daze. It hadn’t sunk in then. The reality, the forever of it. It still doesn’t seem real. Someone holding you. Panic on the phone, incoherence, someone is saying something, but you’re not understanding. It isn’t making any sense. Someone screams, you think, but that detail is fuzzy. You think you imagined that part. They wanted you to come along, but you wouldn’t move, you couldn’t. Hands on you, guiding up on your feet, out the door. Your brother beside you. Your sister taking the front, being asked to say what no one else can. She’s crying. When was the last time you saw her cry? Forever ago. She tells him. You turn away, not wanting to see his reaction. Arms around you, holding you, all of this unreal. You say something. You still don’t know what, but it comes out in a choke. What had you said on the phone? Does it matter? You’re in a new room. People are apologizing. Connor doesn’t leave your side. He speaks softly, saying nice things, but you’re so cold. You’re cold and scared and you want to wake up from this terrible day. You want to wake up and laugh and call him because he’ll be there soon. He said he would. But he’s not. You’re in shock. Its the only reason you’re still breathing. Shock is saving you.

You wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. He’s in your dreams again, but they feel more like nightmares. You’re scared to see him, to hear him, to hear his laugh. You fear if you hear him and see him then you’ll never want to wake up. Whatever your relationship was like before, it doesn’t matter. All those messy years, years you spent angry at him, it all feels like a waste. Selfishly, you want that time back. Selfishly, you want the world to stop. You want the sun to stop rising and setting. You want the galaxy to freeze in the moment you found out. If your life had to stop, then you want everyone to suffer with you. It’s not fair that they’re smiling, laughing, enjoying themselves. It’s not fair that others got so much more time with him than you did. It’s not fair that they expect you to keep going like you’re not half-dead. There is a line in the sand, a Before and an After. Everything in your life can be split between this. Before and After. You want to go in the Before, for just a second longer. You want to breathe the air of Before, you want to see him again in the flesh, you want to hear his voice, you want to crawl back in time and settle in where no one will ever find you, but you can’t. There’s no going back. You’re trapped in the After for the rest of your life, for the rest of time. It is lonely here. It is quiet here. Nothing but the sound of your own heartbeat, your own cries. He’ll never know this version of you, any other version of you. Whatever you do, whatever you accomplish, he won’t be there to see it. He won’t know. He never will. These thoughts consume you. They overtake your mind until you can’t breathe, sobbing, choking, screaming.

If he can’t sleep in a bed, why should you? If he can’t live, why should you? They call. When they can’t call, when you don’t take their calls, they visit. You’ve been sleeping on the floor for a while. It helps. It makes you feel small, in control. If he can’t eat then why should you? If he can’t be here, what’s keeping you? There are pillows and blankets stacked on the floor, between the bed and the wall. You stay in that spot more often than not. They come by. Sometimes they are gentle. Connor helps with laundry, he makes sure you’re eating, sleeping, showering. He is easy. He is kind. He understand that your grief is all-consuming. Sometimes they are not. Shiv is angry. Angry at him, angry at you, ordering you to get off the floor, to pick up the pieces of your life, and carry on like the rest of them. She wishes she could rot, but she can’t. There are important things and important people looking to her for guidance. It doesn’t matter what she says, you feel like you’re under water. You feel like you’re the only one drowning and everyone is watching. Roman does his best to coax you from your cocoon, but he can’t get you to go out, to get dressed. Hes not sure how to help, what to do. In the end he tucks you in on the couch, figuring its better than the floor, calling Kendall for guidance. You don’t move when he’s around, he doesn’t expect you to. He just wants to talk. Talk about Dad, his death, processing things by talking, hearing it come from his own mouth. You want to push him away, just another reminder, but he’s trying to help, so you must be kind. He pats your head. He throws another blanket on top of you. He has to go. They all do. They’re helpless in this, with you. Scared of what you’ll do, what you’ll try.

When you can pick yourself up again, when you can get dressed and make it to the office, everything is a reminder. Not just his name or his desk, but everything, everyone. It enrages you, the thought they they got together and talked about it and moved on like it was nothing, like your father wasn’t dead. Your eyes were red and watery, they could all see it. They say nothing. You’ve been named sensitive, implosive, delicate. They are to leave you to do what you want, per your siblings orders. Each of them checks on you through the morning, the afternoon, all day you spend at his desk. Sitting at it, but touching nothing. Shiv brings you coffee, Kendall lunch, Rome a car when you’ve had enough. Only Gerri is the one to notice you’re wearing one of his sweaters. It still smells like him. It feels like him. You’re not sure who brought it over, only that you’ve been wearing it since he died. After, when its dark, they call. They text. They email. Connor sends you pictures, but you can’t stand to look at them, at him, because it’s not him. That’s a body, but he’s not in there. Not anymore. You smash your phone. Then you check it, looking over the last texts you ever sent him. You should have told him you loved him. You should have told him what he meant to you. But you didn’t. And now you wouldn’t get a chance to.

How can you explain this to them? This immense guilt sitting on your chest. It should have been you. It doesn’t work like that, you know that, but you can’t help it. It should have been you. It should have been you. It should have been you. He had more time left, he had more of an impact. He had grandchildren and children and people who relied on him. You? You don’t have any of that. People don’t need you like they needed him. If you could trade places with him, if you could have been the one, you'd do it in a heartbeat. Everyone would be better off, you truly believe that. When you voice this to Connor, in a moment of defeat, he's quick to tell you you're wrong. You're wrong. He would be lost without you, they all would, but you know better. You believe better. If there was any possible way, you would have tried it already.

You would have done anything to get him back.

#writing #connor roy #connor roy imagine #connor roy x reader #kendall roy #kendall roy imagine #kendall roy x reader #shiv roy #shiv roy imagine #shiv roy x reader #roman roy #roman roy imagine #roman roy x reader #logan roy #logan roy imagine #logan roy x reader

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deadbydangit · 10 months

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Hello! This might be strange to request but maybe reader with various being like... obsessed with them i guess? They're just always being followed by them, and everytime someone expresses concern, Reader just shrugs and is like "meh"

This with Ghostface, Trapper, Pyramid Head, and Oni? Thank you, I adore your writing! ❤

Thank you! I think I can do this. I hope I understood what you were asking correctly. I thought I'd change it up a bit to make it so that the Killers want to ask the reader on a date but are too shy to do so. Please enjoy. I'm sorry this one is a little short.

Killers stalking the Reader to ask them on a date.

Ghostface, Pyramid Head, Trapper, Oni

Ghostface

He's always stalking people.

So no one sees this as very concerning

Danny does that to everyone.

Killer or survivor.

He doesn't seem to understand why this constantly stalking isn't getting your attention.

He's going to ask some of the smarter individuals in the area.

His go to is always Sally.

Once she drills him on how to properly ask someone out, he's a little more confident in himself.

He'll start moving in closer.

Every day he gets just a little closer.

Until you hear him say one word.

"Hi."

Pyramid Head

He never seemed to go after you, so it really wasn't ever an issue.

However, it was scaring away everyone else.

It didn't bother you that he was constantly behind you.

But it was getting out of hand.

Turn around and confront him.

He's going to back away like a fearful puppy.

Actually, it's kind of pathetic.

Try a calmer approach.

Since he can't talk, he's going to find a different way to communicate his sentiment.

And that's by handing you a flower.

Trapper

Unlike Pyramid Head, Evan can talk.

He just prefers not to.

Think of him as the strong silent type.

The type that scares the ever living shit out of everyone who sees him.

But you aren't.

If he follows you aren't, eventually, you'll have to notice him, right?

Others seem to.

They're warning you.

But you don't care.

He grows more frustrated as the days go on.

Evan will straight up tap your shoulder, look you dead in the eyes, and try to smile.

He's not good at that.

"Date?"

Take pity on this man.

Oni

It would take an idiot not to notice he was around.

All the other survivors would run screaming.

And you weren't.

That's what led to his initial interest.

Then feeling started to develop.

And he doesn't know how to handle feelings.

He also doesn't do dating.

It's a cultural thing.

So marriage was the only option.

It's going to take a group of the other killers to explain the whole dating scene.

After an extensive course, he'll finally approach you.

Sweating and flowers in hand.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd trapper #dbd pyramid head #dbd oni

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mayoishuwife · 1 year

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- Floyd leech x g/n reader

ᴺᵒᵗᵉˢ: ᴺᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈˑ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶤᶠ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵒᵒᶜ˒ ᶤᵗ'ˢ ᵐʸ ᶠᶤʳˢᵗ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ʷʳᶤᵗᶤᶰᵍ ʰᶤᵐ˒ ᵐʸ ᵉᶰᵍˡᶤˢʰ ᶤˢ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᵉᶤᵗʰᵉʳˑ ᴶᵘˢᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶠˡᵒʸᵈ ᵉᶰᵈᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵇᵉᶤᶰᵍ ᵃ ᵇᶤᵗ ʸᵃᶰᵈᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ˒ ᶤ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢˀ ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵒʳᶤᵍᶤᶰᵃˡˡʸ ᵃᶰ ˣ ᴼᶜ˒ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᶤˢᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ ᵞᵘᵘ ʰᵉʳᵉˑ

Summary: You are a Diasomnia student. You were reading a book about a story Lilia told you earlier, until Floyd suddenly appears.

You where reading peacefully, completely not aware of everything around you, immersed in the book. It was about a love story between two faes. Besides being a little red, you are smiling, completely lost in thoughts, imagining a scenario similar to the one in the book with the person that is special to you.

"Little shrimpy~ whatcha doing? I wanna join in."

You were caught off guard, and went back to reality, letting a small scream out, scared.

"Aaah! H-hi, F-Floyd! Im just reading a book i found at the library."

"Hmm. What's the books title? I'd like to check it out later. Also, you smell wonderful~"

Luckily, he was in a good mood, so you let out a relieved sigh, but still embarrassed because of the situation you are currently in. You don't want to make him mad and had nowhere to run, so you just showed the book to Floyd.

"I-its about something Lilia told me earlier. I was curious, so i decided to read a book about it."

Floyd took the book out of your hand and looked at the title, flipped it to you and started reading it aloud.

"Scent and Memories".... hm? What is this? What's in this book that interests you so much, little shrimpy?"

You got even more nervous, not knowing how to handle the situation, and too embarassed to tell what the book was about to him.

"I-i was just bored, so i ended up deciding to read to pass the time."

Suddenly, Floyd grabbed you by the collar, pulling you into his face. Luckily again, he is not looking mad, but excited.

"Tell me little shrimpy, what caught your attention in that book that made you so hooked that you forgot what was happening around you~?"

He seemed to be looking for answers. You ended up blushing and sweating, being caught off guard, besides feeling a little scared.

"N-nothing s-special, Floyd! I-i a-always end up hooked when i read books, i-it's normal.. i-i guess?"

Because of the way you are talking, it was totally obvious that you are lying. God. You are a terrible liar.

Floyd folded the book between the faces of you two, catching you off guard again, making you blush even more.

"I can see your bright red face from here, you're really cute right now, not gonna lie."

He laughed in a soft teasing tone.

"C'mon, say it~ you won't be in trouble."

This is probably the luckiest day of your life. You made a really surprised expression, your mouth being extremely open, and the face completely red.

You are shocked by how strong is Floyd's good humor today, since he still didn't turned into a bad mood. Being in a complete mess, you tried to speak, but the words came out confusing between stutters, not being possible to understand anything.

"Haha, it's quite cute to see you so flustered. It's almost as if you want to hide your interest, yet i can spot you with these eyes. So I'll ask a few more times, what's in the book that interests you so much?~"

He laughed again, but his eyes started to be very serious. He is starting to look mad, his eyes are a bit wide. The voice has a threatening, yet playful, tone. That made you come back to your senses, so you ended up saying what he wanted, extremely quickly.

"It's just a wholesome story about two faes! T-thats all!"

Floyd continued to stare at you with his wide, yet serious gray eyes.

"Two faes huh? I don't see how any story about two faes is interesting enough to make you flushed all over."

You started cursing yourself in your mind, deciding to never read anything like that in public again. Since you have no option, you just explained it to him in a few words.

"I-it's because i-it's a love story!"

"So you like love stories, especially when they are a bit surprising, like this book here, correct?"

Floyd pointed down to "Scent and Memories" and gave you a teasing wink. You were completely red, and didn't know how to respond.

"You're making it sound like you're the target of the love story in the book."

Floyd laughed and patted you on the head a few times, and going back to his good mood. You are a fae, but not one of the strongest ones, even more if the subject is physical strength. In other words, your life is in less danger now.

"But for real, it's quite hard to believe why a fae would like to read love stories, don't you think?"

You've calmed down a bit and managed to answer him in a hasty manner, but still very red.

"Are you talking about Lilia...? I don't think he readed this book. He basically said it's a real story of two friends that became a book.. i was curious, so..."

Floyd looked at you with a playful look, and that made you curse yourself again, waiting for what he is going to say.

"I was actually talking about you. How come you're so interested in this love story? Don't tell me you also want something like that?"

He placed the book on the table without bothering to close it, and started to play with your hair, making you feel even more flustered. You are looking like a tomato, even more after he started playing with you hair.

You took a deep breath and tried to put a serious look on your face, knowing where that conversation was going, you're going to grab that opportunity.

"Actually i dont really want it. At least not with another fae."

Floyd looked at you with big doe eyes. You have no idea about what is going on in his mind.

"Is it because you are interested in a human?"

Even though you are trying to keep a serios face, you are still blushing and embarrassed with the situation.

"N-no, not in a human! I..."

The silence made Floyd really tense, with his scary face coming back along in.

"Spit it out. I really want to know."

Your luck didn't last long, apparently. You are flustered in a point that couldn't say it directly, so you started trying to find words that would make him realize.

"F-floyd, look at how red i'm! Can't you tell who is the person?!"

You ended up breaking eye contact with him, looking at the wall. He took your face with one of his hands almost instantly, forcing you to look at him, staring deep into your eyes.

"I see you are flushed, a common symptom for people when they have interest in someone. So who's the someone?"

He said in a threatening voice, waiting to hear the answer. At that point, you didn't know if he is dumb or just teasing you, him looking mad made you confused even more.

"I-it's so-someone f-from the O-octavinelle dorm!"

You said quickly, wishing that its going to be enough, feeling like you are going to pass out because of the embarrassment at any second. Floyd started to look less mad, but still scary.

"Who's this someone? Give me as many details as you can."

"I-it's you, you i-idiot!"

You FINALLY said it, yelling at him. The scary look of Floyd disappeared completely and his whole face becomes bright red. He started making a "huf" sound, and fanned himself, trying to calm himself down. He looked at you, and took his free hand that he was using to fan himself to his chest.

"You like me? Really? ME?"

You didn't expect that reaction, so you widened your eyes and stared at Floyd in shock, still completely red. Is he a yandere or something like that?!

Floyd keep feeling dizzy. Your response had left the man in shock as well. It's not everyday where he have someone that loves him back because of how dangerous he is, so he was really surprised.

Floyd was happy but didn't know how to react for a few seconds, so he was just silent and looking at you, blushing like crazy, until he began to sapproach your face. He is staring deeply into your eyes.

You said nothing, completely flustered. The man moved his face even closer so that you and him are literally a breath apart, until he gives you a kiss. The moment Floyd did it, you were taken in a state of completely happiness. You couldn't believe this was happening, giving back the kiss to him soon after.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked at you. You are in complete shock at what just happened. He looked like he didn't know what to say anymore so he just stood there, speechless, red, yet extremely happy.

You smiled sweetly, and decided to give him a warm hug, almost melting in his arms. Of course you know about the possibility that he might cuddle you too tight and end up breaking your bones, but you were too happy to think about it.

"So... we are dating now, Floyd?"

"Yes! We are dating! This is wonderful!"

Floyd responded almost instantly, and holded you close in his arms. He currently looks like a crazy person that is in love but is trying to hide it.

"You are the cutest, little shrimpy!"

He said in a soft and teasing voice. You really love when his voice is like that, wich made you smile. Soft, gentle, warm, cute, and a lot less intimidating compared to before. It felt like he was a completely different person.

He keeped you in his arms and kissed your cheek, with butterflies in his stomach, haven't felling this happy in a long time. You mean so much to him. You are his everything, without you he can't picture himself being really happy, so that's probably why he was so scary early. He is so lucky to have met you, who made his world colorful and less boring.

#floyd leech x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst #floyd leech #twst imagines #twst x y/n

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againstacecilia · 2 years

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Nightmares

Alrighty, #BlurbTuesday coming in just under the wire! Since I wasn't able to write anything this week (it's been a BUSY one, y'all) you get a sneak preview into a series I'm writing! This may or may not be exactly how it turns out later, but I thought I'd use this moment since I'm pretty proud of it. Stretching those dialogue muscles!

Warnings: reader has a nightmare, helmet is off for a second, emotions lol. This doesn't really need a rating but, as always, the whole blog is 18+ ONLY. Love y'all. 💖

Cold. It's cold, and you're laying in the street he left you in. Your hand raises to reach out as you yell, "Don't go. Please, don't go..."

"You're weak."

"But I came to save-"

"To save me? You can't even save yourself."

Your voice is raw from screaming as the man in front of you begins to fade...

“Hey, hey, wake up. Wake up!” someone shouts. You’re being shaken, blankets tangled and squeezing your body. Your eyes shoot open to the darkness of a hand covering your eyes.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s just a dream, you’re okay.” You realize Mando is the one talking, and it’s his hand covering your eyes.

“What’s going on?” you’re scrambling to get the blankets off you, sweat coating every inch of your body.

“I’m sorry,” Mando says, “I couldn’t get my helmet on fast enough, you’ve gotta calm down so I know you won’t look.”

His helmet… He doesn’t have his helmet on. You force your breathing to calm and close your eyes again under his hand.

“I’m okay. I won’t look, I promise.” You intentionally take deep breaths trying to slow your racing heart. “You can go back to bed. I’m sorry for waking you up.” You wait patiently for him to remove his hand. Just to prove the seriousness of your promise, as soon as his hand is gone you replace it with your own. You feel his body shift off your cot and hear metal clink as he retrieves the helmet.

“Okay, you can look,” Mando’s voice is modulated again and you remove your hand from your face. As your eyes open, all you can see is Mando, backlit by the soft glow from the various control panels dotting the walls.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” you repeat, throwing all your blankets to the floor next to you and resting the side of your head on the cool metal wall. “Like you said, it was just a dream.”

“Are you alright?” Mando asks, kneeling next to the bed.

“I’m fine,” you wave his concern away.

“Do you… Wanna talk about it?”

You turn your head to look over the Mandalorian beside you. A loose, base layer shirt fits snugly over his arms and chest, his strength obvious. His helmet gleams in the soft light and the pitch black visor is trained on your face, probably analyzing your every move.

“It was just… A dream. Just a dream.”

“About him?” he asks.

“How did you…?”

“You were calling out for him,” Mando answers frankly.

You lean back against the wall and sigh. “Yes. I was just seeing him leave. Again. Not the first time I’ve had this dream.”

“You don’t believe what he said, do you?”

The question gives you pause. “Of course I do. We’ve known each other for a long time, he knows me better than anyone.”

“And you think that means he’s right about you being scared and weak?” The way he asks the questions are matter-of-fact, but they hold no malice.

“I know he’s right. Until now, I’d never even been outside my town, let alone off-world. I’m too scared and too weak to be anything but a girl who never left home.”

You can’t see his face, but something about Mando changes the moment you finish speaking. “You’re wrong.”

“Excuse me?” You turn your head to look at him, brows furrowed.

“The fact you left everything and everyone behind to go find your fiance, especially having never left home, shows your courage. Your loyalty to him was clear the moment you stepped foot on the Crest. Your strength in pulling yourself together after what that idiot did to you… You’re so much more than you’re giving yourself credit for.”

You’re speechless. That was the most you’d ever heard him speak in one go and it was like he knew exactly what you needed to hear. Mando rises, not waiting for a response, and grabs the bag holding your loth-wolf figurine.

“You’re a strong woman,” He opens the bag and gives you the small piece of art. “Arlon doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

You stare at the creature in your hand and Mando moves back to his bunk. Before he shuts the door, you look up. “Thank you, Mando.”

“You’re welcome. Get some sleep,” is all he says.

But you can’t sleep. Not for fear of the nightmares returning, but something else pulls at your attention… Mando believes in you. You’ve only been traveling with him for a few weeks at this point and he can already see something in you that you can’t. He thinks you’re strong. And loyal. And courageous. Words that no one has ever used to describe you before now. And you really enjoy how it feels. Maybe… Maybe you really can be those things.

You know what you have to do.

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somnianyx · 2 years

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GN!Reader || Yandere!Ace || Songfic

Ace being a little creep. I just wanted to write someone with this song (Shinunoga E-wa) and the first thought was Ace with his goofy ass smile. Have fun reading!

TW: stalking

Pinky swear if I do tell a lie

Dating is a pain. Being in a relationship doesn't seem as fun as everyone said. It always ended up so boring. It's either his partner conveyed too much or too little love. Sometimes, they gave him so much love in the beginning only to act distant and cold towards the end.

He groaned for the umpteenth time, eyes observing the employees of Monstro Lounge. It was quite busy for them so there are new staff Ace had never seen before.

"You do know that homework won't finish itself right?" Deuce stated, clearly annoyed. "We have to pass it up on Monday, which is tommorrow mind you."

I'm willing to swallow needles or anything on Monday

Ace looked up to face Deuce, "It'll be fiiiiiine. I can just stay up late to finish it." He huffed before going back to his activity.

"You're always slacking. You said that last time as well and ended up getting scolded by Mr Crewel for-" He completely blocked out Deuce's nagging, treating it as if it was just another fly buzzing near him

It doesn't matter if it's Sunday

"Sorry, I'm late!!" Your voice caught Ace's attention. He snapped out of his trance and search for the source. Once he saw you...his heart began to beat faster.

There you were, dripping in sweat and still managing to look like the most beautiful person on Twisted Wonderland. Realizing that he had been staring at you for the past minute ever since you came through the door, he looked away. He didn't want to scare you, letting you think he's a creep like Rook was the last thing he'll ever wish for.

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who would give me the most everlasting love of them all?

Ace began to think of ways he could make you his partner. He can't wait to have you wrapped in his arms, making you fall in love with him. His trickery skill are really useful for times like these.

No need to ask cuz its my darling

"You're the one. The one who will give and receive everlasting love. You're mine and I would do anything for you my darling~"

I want you to be my last

If I had to keep being separated from you like this

I'd rather die

You've noticed Ace had begun to frequent your workplace more. You chalk it up to just him being one of those students who's addicted to Monstro Lounge for god knows why.

You weren't complaining tho, he was attractive after all. It at least gave you something to look forward to in your boring workplace. It made your shift more bearable having an eye candy to observe.

Ace, on the other hand, was screaming in excitement. He could feel you staring at him more than usual and it made him feel closer to you.

Ace had all the information about you he could possible get his hands on. Your full name, age, birthplace and even your schedule. He memorized everything about you so fast that it'll probably bring shame to his housewarden and making Riddle annoyed he couldn't do it to the Queen's 810 rules.

Sometimes, he would follow you the whole day. He doesn't care about the stares or weird looks the other second years gave him nor the scolding he received from Riddle. He just want to see you and it'll drive him mad if he had to go a day without you.

I choose you over three meals a day

If I had to keep being separated from you like this

I'd rather die

Ace's money is slowly depleting as he carries on with his Monstro Lounge visit. He had to stop eating anything outside of that place. His friends questioned him about it but he played it off as just wanting to save money.

He had to think of ways to keep seeing you and cease any suspicions others might have. After a week of gaining courage, he finally asked you out on a date.

Suprised, you dropped one of the drinks you were carrying on him. "Ah! I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up for you." You apologize profusely and began cleaning up the mess.

Ace snickered, making your already red face turn into a darker shade. He held the hand that was cleaning and reassured you that it was fine. He'll even pay for the spilt drink. All he wants was your answer.

You contemplate it for a few seconds, He's attractive and is very funny whenever you guys converse. Though a little bit of a troublemaker as you had seen him getting collared by Riddle a few times.

'Is this a good idea?' You questioned yourself but ended up agreeing to his invitation.

"I promise, I'll make you the happiest person alive on our dates. You won't regret saying yes to me!"

Still, sometimes my heart was being unfaithful

If its never cured, I'm sure to cure it baby

Yeah, I ain't nothing but ya baby

He kept his promise

During your dates, Ace had made you feel like you're on cloud nine. He made sure you felt love and comfortable. When he asked to make it official, you didn't hesitate to say yes.

Ace was the sweetest boyfriend ever. He walked you from your dorm to your class everyday even if it meant he'll be late to his own. You scolded and nagged him for it but he just smiled at you.

"Cherry pie~ For me, your happiness and safety are my number one priority. I don't give two fucks about that as long as you're by my side." Was what he constantly said and it never fails to make your face red.

Its fascinating and insane what people would do when they're blindly in love. Some would go to extreme lengths for their sweetheart and it never fails to amuse~

'Am I crazy?' The question floats around in Ace's head when he finds himself doing odd stuff. Multiple times he had caught himself stalking and taking pictures of you when he could've simply stayed by your side.

It drove him nuts. His actions are very unlike him yet once he saw his growing collection of your pictures, he dismissed his concerns instantly.

"I'm sorry my darling," Ace caressed one of your pictures. "I shouldn't have doubts. What is my worth if its not you? What would be my purpose? I am nothing without you... I'll make sure those pesky thoughts won't interfere with us."

"You don't know what you got till it's gone"

I'm sick and tired of repeating that same old cliche Goodbye

Oh, don't you ever say bye-bye

Yeah

"In return, please love me and only me. I can't bear the thought of you with another. You're mine and only mine. I'd rather die than have you leave me so please..."

Tears slide down his cheeks, "Please don't leave me in this world without you. You're the light that was bestowed upon me. Without you, my world felt dim and empty. I pray the day will never come when you'll walk out of my life."

So umm there's like 20 of you who had seen this fic getting reposted like twice and uhh its cuz my dumbass deleted it *sobs*

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p0nyisgold · 6 months

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Quotes from The Outsiders that stuck with me...WARNING:SPOILERS:

This is basically THE OUTSIDERS quotes that stick with me and that are my favorite. There also are some quotes with some Curtis brother love and appreciation:)) In no order BTW.

"Soda just put his hand on my shoulder. "Easy, Ponboy. They ain't gonna hurt you no more.""(Hinton, 08).

"I would. I'd help her and Randy both, if I could. "Hey," I said suddenly, "can you see the sunset real good from the West Side?" She blinked, startled, then smiled. "Real good." "You can see it good from the East Side, too." I said quietly. "Thank, Ponyboy." She smiled through her tears. "You dig okay." She had green eyes. I went on, walking home slowly." (Hinton, 130).

"Dally raised the gun, and I thought: You blasted fool. They don't know you're only bluffing. And even as the policemen's guns spit fire into the night I knew that was what Dally wanted. He jerked half around by the impact of the bullets, then slowly crumpled with a look of grim triumph on his face. He was dead before he hit the ground. But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of shots, even as I begged silently-Please, not him. . .not him and Johnny both-I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted." (Hinton, 154).

""Darry!" I screamed, and the next thing I knew I had him around the waist and was squeezing the daylights out of him. "Darry," I said, "I'm sorry. . ." He was stroking my hair and I could hear the sobs racking him as he fought to keep back the tears. "Oh, Pony, I thought we'd lose you. . .like we did Mom and Dad. . ." That was his silent fear then- of losing another person he loved. I remembered how close he and Dad had been, and I wondered how I could ever have thought him hard and unfeeling. I listened to his heart pounding through his T-shirt and knew everything was going to be okay now. I had taken the long way around, but I was finally home. To stay." (Hinton, 98-99).

""I'm pretty bad off, ain't I, Pony?" "You'll be okay," I said with fake cheerfulness. "You gotta be. We couldn't get along without you." The truth of that last statement hit me. We couldn't get along without him. We needed Johnny as much as he needed the gang. And for the same reason. "I won't be able to walk again," Johnny started, then faltered. "Not even on crutches. Busted my back." "You'll be okay," I repeated firmly. Don't start crying, I commanded myself, don't start crying, you'll scare Johnny." (Hinton, 121).

""You want to know something, Ponyboy? I'm scared stiff. I used to talk about killing myself. . ." He drew a quivering breath. "I don't want to die now. It ain't long enough. Sixteen years ain't long enough. I wouldn't mind it so much if there wasn't so much stuff I ain't done yet and so many things I ain't seen. It's not fair. You know what? That time we were in Windrixville was the only time I've been away from our neighborhood." "You ain't gonna die.""(Hinton, 121-122).

""We're all proud of you, buddy." Johnny's eyes glowed. Dally was proud of him. That was all Johnny had ever wanted. "Ponyboy," I barely heard him. I came closer and leaned over to hear what he was going to say. "Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold. . ." The pillow seemed to sink a little, and Johnny died. You read about people looking peacefully asleep when they're dead, but they don't. Johnny looked dead. Like a candle with the flame gone. I tried to say something, but I couldn't make a sound. Dally swallowed and reached over to push Johnny's hair back. "Never could keep that hair back. . .that's what you get tryin' to help people, you little punk, that's what you get. . . " Whirling suddenly, he slammed back against the wall. His face contracted in agony, and sweat streamed down his face. "Damnit, Johnny. . ." he begged, slamming one fist against the wall, hammering it to make it obey his will. "Oh, damnit, Johnny, don't die, please don't die. . ." He suddenly bolted through the door and down the hall."(Hinton, 157-158).

I love you all and Stay Gold~

#stay gold #the outsiders #johnnycade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis

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venusjeon · 2 years

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nightmares

a joglar de gèsta drabble

a nightmare wakes you up, and taehyung helps you back to sleep.

♔ PAIRING: jongleur!taehyung x princess!reader

♔ GENRE: historical au, angst, fluff

♔ WORD COUNT: 0.8k

♔ WARNINGS: minor characters death, ptsd i'd say?, aNd ThEre wAs OnLy oNe Bed

♔ AUTHOR'S NOTE: i weirdly dreamed this last night and since it's so short decided to write it down immediately lol so there ya go

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You stood in a corner, hugging your trembling body as your family discussed whether to die there in the throne room like cornered cowards, or trying to escape a castle infested with French soldiers. Either way, death was assured. It dawned on you just then.

“There is hope as long as we fight!” one of your brothers insisted, but the king shook his head.

“You’d have your mother and sister fight when they’ve never held a sword in their lives? Don’t be ridiculous,” he said from the throne, the queen beside him. “If you want to save yourself, go ahead, you might escape with some luck. But I won’t leave them to die alone.”

Your brother’s head turned to see guilt push the tears out of your eyes. At once, he rushed over and embraced you tightly, letting you know he wasn’t going anywhere and didn’t blame you for whatever was to happen.

“Lord of Aquitaine!” echoed a shout from somewhere in the castle. It was the voice of a young man, whom you assumed was Prince Jungkook. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

Another of your brothers gripped the helm of his sword. “That bastard!”

“Mother…” you cried, scared like a child, and she stood up from her throne to make haste to your side and hold your hands. “I don’t want to die.”

An idea came to her. “You won’t, my darling. You’ll hide.” She made you move behind one of the curtains that was so long it reached the floor.

“What about the rest of you? Only I–”

Your sentence was cut short by the door opening abruptly. There he was, the prince. Shrouded from his sight, you could however see from your hiding place the lack of hesitation on his face right before he ran your family with his sword, a grin on his face even when their blood splattered all over him. As you held your breath, forced to ignore the final screams of your mother, one of Prince Jungkook’s men called him. He was going to leave.

But a sob betrayed you, and his eyes landed on yours.

There the nightmare ended, for that was all it was. You woke up in a cold sweat, heart going so fast you were sure it was trying to beat its way through your chest. Your breathing was no better, but that you could remedy with slow, deep breaths, which you had to sit up to take. With each of them, reason returned to your mind.

You weren’t in BORDÈUS, but at an inn near ORLÉANS. With Taehyung.

“They will pass.”

Startled, you turned around to see the jongleur at the other side of the bed, hands behind his head and gaze fixed on the opposite wall.

“What?”

“The nightmares, they will pass. The crying in your sleep too.”

Your fingertips flew to your cheeks, where they became wet instantly. Goodness’ sake... “Did I wake you?”

“No, but you did make noise,” Taehyung sighed as though the conversation bored him—it might have been that he was annoyed he couldn’t fall asleep, but being a prick sounded more like him. “I almost had to shush you, lest anyone came to complain.”

“I’m sorry…” As you lied down again, facing him, a thought slipped into your mind. Should you? No… But maybe, “Taehyung?”

“Mh?”

You played with a loose thread on the sheets as you reminisced, “When I was a child and I had a nightmare, my parents would let me climb into their beds, and they'd hold me until I fell asleep again.” Eyes now on you, he listened carefully, was even patient when a silence followed, consequence of your having to tie up your pride and lock it in a chamber inside your mind. “Can you... Can you hold me?"

The embarrassment of requesting something as silly kept you from meeting Taehyung’s gaze, but you could nonetheless feel it. He was probably trying to come up with the most humiliating comment, such as asking you to remind him of your age, and the wait for it was unbearable. You regretted speaking at all, so emotional at the moment that you knew anything he said would make you cry. Stupid, stupid.

A gentle tone surprised you. “Turn around.”

Slowly, you lifted your face to see no trace of mockery or even indifference on Taehyung’s. As you looked into his eyes, bright even in the dark, it was compassion what instead you discerned. Relief thus made you sigh away the anxiety choking you, and with a small nod, you turned around.

Taehyung’s arm embraced you from behind, warmer than you expected—likely because you thought of him as a cold person. Regardless, his touch was comforting around your torso, even his breathing against your back made you feel safe there, in a godforsaken inn near enemy territory.

“When will the nightmares pass?” you suddenly asked, realising if he’d told you that, it was because he’d suffered from them as well, and therefore knew how tormenting they could be. Without stopping to think about it, you held his hand close.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, so low you almost missed it. “I was just told someday they will.”

#bts au #btswritingcafe #kim taehyung #kim taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung imagine #bts #bts scenarios #bts fanfiction #bts x reader

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 8 months

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Sicktember #25

Prompt: Confused/Disoriented

Fandom/OCs: Plague Doctor OCs (Alastair and Eliza)

Words: 700

Sicknario inspo: None ("We need to do something about that fever" from previous posts)

Author’s comments/background: Read the first plague doctor story here. Not much to say abou this I suppose. Alastair has fever nightmares and Eliza is always there to comfort him. Domestic fluff is basically all you get on this blog and I'll never apologize for that.

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Alastair was having another nightmare. He had been having a peaceful Lord's Day nap, with no patients needing his attention and snow falling thickly outside. He, like most folk, was sleepier in general during the winter months and his shy smile of excitement at the prospect of a winter nap had melted his wife Eliza's heart as the old boyishness lighted his features, reminiscent of the days when they'd met at her father's inn.

Alastair didn't usually have nightmares anymore. In the early years of their marriage, he woke up most nights covered in the cold sweat of fear, the screams of the dying and the mourning ringing in his years. That was many years past now, though. These days, if Alastair had a nightmare, it was a sure sign that something else was amiss in his life, and this worried his wife. Life had seemed to her to be very peaceful of late.

When she heard the beginnings of the familiar tossing and moaning, she was at his side in an instant. She didn't wake him, though. She had learned long ago that waking him only made things worse. It either scared him more so that he woke screaming or he didn't wake, just opened his eyes and looked around in panic, but unseeing, taking even longer to truly rouse. Yet she wanted to be near at hand when he snapped out of it, because he seemed to calm more quickly when he saw a friendly face. The intervening minutes felt like hours, though, every time. Finally he woke with a gasping moan that bordered on a wail, drenched and shaking. Eliza quickly grabbed his hand, squeezing tight to bring him back to the present. His eyes met hers, the wary expression fading into one of recognition, though an undertone of confusion lingered.

"Eliza?" he mumbled. "You shouldn't be here. "Where's William and Edgar?"

He was often disoriented when he woke from such dreams. She gently stroked his hand. "You're not in London, love. We're in the country. Your father's land. There's no more plague. We're safe."

"Safe," he croaked, still muddled and faraway. "Where's Catherine?"

Catherine–his late first wife. This was the hardest question. "She's gone, dear."

He didn't quite seem to comprehend this, or else it was too much at the moment, for he simply closed his eyes with a little moan. That pitiful noise at last hinted to Eliza what might be troubling him. She brushed the sweaty hair away from his forehead, letting her palm linger against his skin.

"Alastair, dear, we need to do something about this fever," she murmured.

"What fever?" he asked, forehead puckering. With his eyes closed, she couldn't tell if he knew yet what year he was in.

"It's not terribly high, not to worry, but you're very warm, and it's from more than sleep. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling poorly?"

When his eyes opened, she saw lucidity, though his gaze was still hazy. "I wasn't sure I was. I thought it was just the winter chill and weariness. I had hoped a nap would help. It wasn't so bad that I wanted to alarm you."

"Yet you know how easily you take fever," she sighed. "But I understand. Such things can be subtle. I'll make you a hot toddy right away, and we'll hopefully get rid of this before it settles."

"My angel," he sighed, closing his eyes again. "I'd be lost without you. I'm sorry for worrying you."

"There's no cause to apologize for that," she chuckled. "The fault is as much mine as yours. We'll just set you right and it'll be no harm done."

She kissed the hand she was still holding, then he pulled her hand in to do the same, both of them smiling.

"You rest here. I'll be back in a blink with your drink," she instructed.

"It's no hurry," he said with a yawn. "As you said, I'm safe and warm just as I am, here with you."

#sicktember 2023 #skt 2023 #prompt 25 #plague doctor ocs

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