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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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Can i request Dazai, chuuya and tecchou when they have a nightmare (like their s/o being kidnapped or something similar)

(I want to request for Atsushi but he already suffered too much)

i see your request. and i'm writing atsushi too because i love to be evil and mean >:)

When they have a nightmare about you

♡ pairing: Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Tecchou Suehiro, Atsushi Nakajima x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do these boys behave after waking up from a nightmare where something bad happens to you?

♡ cw: Nightmares, mentions of violence/torture/kidnapping, your faves are very traumatised.

note: I tried to make this one very sad so everyone who reads this please cry when you read it to make me feel good about myself 🤧 apologies for errors, hope you enjoy x

Dazai:

Dazai has lost too many loved ones to handle such a nightmare with any kind of grace. A worse case scenario would be a nightmare in which he is the direct cause for your harm/kidnapping/death, so that's what I'm going with

He's so distressed when he wakes up that he can't move for a minute. He takes a second to come to his senses and realise that it was just a dream.

Dazai turns to you and immediately wakes you up to tell you about it. He doesn't want to let that stuff marinate in his head while he's by himself for too long

You wake up and ask him what the matter is, knowing something is off. This is because usually you're the one who has to wake him up every day. Dazai loves sleeping.

He explains the nightmare to you that he had (in gruesome detail) in a weirdly calm and unexpressive manner- this is what he tends to default to when something distressing happens to him (same)

You can tell that under his demeanour he's actually quite rattled, so you ask him if he's alright and he eventually admits that he fears the possibility that he might hurt you

You wrap your arms around him and tell him that you're not going anywhere and you know that he would never do that. You also tell him how safe you feel around him and how grateful you are for that. Your words really help Dazai feel better :')

After your little talk he kisses you and tells you he loves you too. He holds you in his arms, your head tucked under his chin, and bask in the comfortable loving silence between the two of you until he falls asleep again

Chuuya:

Chuuya likes to be in control, so when he's having a nightmare about you getting in harm's way (something he would kill to prevent), he's shaken up.

He tosses and turns in his sleep to the point that he probably ends up waking you up first, and when you notice this you're the one who shakes him awake

He does awaken eventually, breathing heavily and all that, and when you ask him if he's alright he just pulls you into his arms and squeezes the hell out of you, saying something like 'thank god you're still here'

When you ask him again what's wrong he does explain his nightmare to you, though he has trouble getting the words out because just thinking about it makes him feel horrible

Seeing how distressed he is, you take his hand and reassure him that you know that nothing will ever happen to you if he's there protecting you

He'd try to protest with things like 'But what if-' but you're having NONE of it. You don't let him get a word in while you tell him that you wholeheartedly believe in him and how amazing he is

When you also promise to him that you'll be there to protect him too, he's so touched that he absolutely squeezes you again (keep in mind the poor guy is already tired and emotionally volatile)

He has a hard time getting back to bed after the nightmare, so the two of you stay up for a few hours cuddling and talking about life and stuff. And how much you love one another <3

Tecchou:

Tecchou probably has super vivid dreams wherein he has no idea that they're just dreams, so when he wakes up he's both terrified and exhausted

He lies there for a minute in absolute terror at what he's just seen. You were probably being tortured in his dream (he's seen a lot of that kind of thing before and it would definitely manifest in his dreams)

He eventually sits up and wakes you up to make sure you're all fine and good yourself. When you wake up and ask him what the matter is, he's very vague about it but Tecchou is kind of easy to read

Usually Tecchou appears a little offish and absentminded (plus he's a member of an OP military unit), so it's very jarring to see him appearing truly serious and even afraid.

You need to ask him questions to prompt him to tell you just how he's feeling, and you helping him verbalise his feelings about the nightmare helps him feel a lot better! You kind of bring him back to reality in a way?

You explain to him that in being his partner, it's kind of impossible for any danger to befall you, like ever, and that while you understand that nightmares can be upsetting they're not a reflection of the future or anything

He's very comforted by your presence and certainty, and asks if it's alright if you stay up and talk to him for a little while more. Tecchou likes being very 'in the moment' with you

So he snuggles in your arms and the pair of you lay in bed as you try to take his mind off the nightmare, talking about funny or cute things with him until he eventually falls back asleep

Atsushi:

Atsushi has seen some shit, had some bad nightmares and he's had his friends be kidnapped several times (haven't we all?), but when it comes to you it's somehow a million times worse.

Let's say his nightmare is you being kidnapped by the mafia or something (which is very much a real concern of his and something he's constantly trying to keep from happening)

So when he wakes up in a cold sweat he's immediately making sure you're still there with him. When he sees you sleeping peacefully by his side, he's unbelievably relieved. He might start crying

He'd not want to wake you up and try to get back to bed but it's kind of hard to stay asleep when there's a man cuddling you and also trembling

When you wake up you immediately know something's wrong, and when you ask him he just breaks down and cries into your neck. This unintentionally worries you a lot more and so you're both panicked now

So when he realises this he's like 'Wait no it's fine!' and quickly tells you (in as composed a manner as he can) about the nightmare he had. He looks so upset it's honestly heartbreaking

You cuddle him and tell him that nothing bad is gonna happen to you, that you know if anything happens you, you're gonna be just fine in the end thanks to him and the Agency

He's so thankful for your presence in his life that even if he's fully aware that his fear is a little bit of paranoia, he can't help but fear the hypothetical in which you're taken away from him. Atsushi loves you a lot and it really shows in scenarios like this

would do anything to snuggle with dazai or atsushi :(

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chaeinthebuilding · 15 days

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THOSE EYES

NCT: MARK

warnings: none

synopsis: Mark comes back home from a terrible day and finds comfort and solace in you. He doesn't want anything or anyone except you.

pairings: idol!mark x non idol!fem reader

genre: fluff

I'm going to kill myself if I don't get home. All I want to do is go home and wrap my arms around her. All I want to do is stay with her even if time flows away cause there's no other place i want to be, no other person I'd wanna be with except her.

It's a tiring day at the studio and the manager seemed to have a problem almost every single minor note in our new song to point he raised dour voice at us. I had to go back to the studio, recheck everything all over again and finally after thirty minutes of discussion, we decided to rerecord our song, once again and after a tiring day at work, it was around 10:30 PM when the manager was finally satisfied and dismissed us.

I rush back home, and my members think it's because I'm really tired and maybe I am but more importantly I want to go back home to the love of my life. My whole body feels elevated at the thought of going back home to her.

I'm back home and I'm greeted by the fresh scent of floral musk. Y/N always uses this scent as a room freshner everyday after cleaning the house and it reminds me that I should thank her for cleaning my appartment. She's been nothing but a genuine sweetheart to me ever since we moved in, infact ever since we started secretly started dating. With the tiring work and packed schedule, it's the greatest joy to find solace in someone so dearly loved and it's exactly the same with Y/N and I.

The lights are off and I assume she's asleep. I carefully remove my shoes, and enter the appartment, cautious not to wake her up. When I reach our shared room, my heart swells. She's sleeping so peacefully, the curves of her face relaxed. I slowly slid into the bed but being the light sleeper she is, Y/N stirs in her sleep and slightly shifts but before she could do so, I put my hand, sliding up and down her back. "Hey sweetheart, it's just me, it's alright, go to bed." I assure her in a whisper.

"Hey, it's fine, I'm not really tired, I was just waiting for you to come back home." She says in a sleepy tone, and my heart does a little flip.

"Aww sweetie, it's fine really, you can sleep. " I tell her.

"But I want to cuddle." She says, her doe eyes shining in the dark room. I really love this woman with my whole heart.

I let out a lovesick sigh and tell her, "Alright then, let me take a shower first." She smiles at me and my goodness I can't get enough of her.

I step out of the shower, with a towel drying my hair. I wear a pair of grey sweatpants and I look for a shirt before I realise that Y/N was wearing my brown plaid shirt and a pair of black shorts that barely reaches down her thighs. I chuckle to myself and make my way to our shared bed. I take it that she's asleep and go through my phone and before I can dim down the light, she shifts slightly and says, "Babe, spoon me." in a soft childish tone.

I laugh softly before turning to her side, her back faced towards me and lean my head on her shoulder and wrap my arms around her waist, her cheek grazing mine. When she turns to me, she smiles and kisses my cheek. I'm in utter awe and lean forward to kiss her cheek, eliciting a sweet tone of laughter from her.

She looks at me, and I'm falling, infact drowning in her hazel brown eyes. There's a mole on her cheek and the tip of her nose and I lean down to place a kiss on her moles, her dimples and I just soak in her vanilla scent. I'm so addicted to her, so in love and I'm not complaining at all. I do not have a single problem at all. I'm just obsessed with her, can't live without her as if my existence depends on her very being.

And again she looks at me and smiles and I just fall again. Fall deeper this time. Words aren't enough to describe how much I just love her, just because. I love her for her. I love her because she is herself. She was there when I thought I could handle it by myself, when I least expect. She's always there, brightening my day even when I know the rest of the day is filled with dread. I can't thank her enough for making me want to see ever new day.

I find comfort, warmth and love in her eyes as I stare back at her. Her beautiful eyes are all I need, in her beautiful eyes. It's the same eyes she gives me whenever we're on a date, viewing the city. It's the same eyes she gives me when we're out in the night, laughing loud and nobody knows why. It's the same eyes she gives me when we're lost in a club getting drunk. It's the same eyes she gives when we're done making love and she looks up at me with those eyes. And I'd never want anything more, anything less.

And it's the small things she does, the gestures she makes, that remind me why I love her. And everytime she's not with me, whenever I'd close my eyes, all I see is her. And it's everything she is, that I love her with all that I am. I don't have much to offer, but she accepted me without hesitation. Her eyes, her face, her smile, her body, her love is all I'll ever need in life.

I peck her cheek and say, " I love you Y/N, you know that?"

She smiles and kisses my lips, her love pouring out in front of me. She breaks the kiss and says, "I love you more, Mark. More than you could know."

I lean into her shoulder and neck, pressing a soft kiss there before snuggling her in my arms. She holds my hands from the front and we're both overtaken by our sleep and we're left with our love and the assurance that I'll wake up with her by my side, like always.

#mark nct #nct 127 #nct dream #mark lee #nct imagines #nct fluff

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jakeysbuttsheeks · 7 months

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Love hate 2

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: adult content, fingering , unprotected sex , foreplay, profanity, fluff ,

Parings: Jake X fem reader

Word count : 1k

You woke to warmth and the smell of rain mixed with Jake's scent , opening your eyes to find yourself lying on Jake's chest with his arm around you, your feet tangled together. You didn't even realise when you had fallen asleep . The memories of last night flooded your head .

Jake was sound asleep. He was probably very tired . You gently slipped out of his arms causing him to let out a whine and pull a pillow into the spot you were , throwing his arm across it like how he had you .

You smiled at that , not expecting him to do something so cute . You left quietly trying not to wake him up, heading to the bathroom to wash up .

You went to the kitchen and saw josh and Sam awake with breakfast made .

"Ah you made it alive . I was starting to think both of y'all had killed eachother in there" Sam said as you took a slice of bread and sat down next to them .

You blushed , replaying parts of last night in your head as you served your breakfast. Josh noticed and smirked .

"where's Jake?" Sam asked pouring you some coffee

"He's still asleep" you said trying not to blush or smile and keep a serious face.

You almost finished breakfast when Jake came up to the table sitting across you.

Josh and Sam gave eachother a look . Usually Jake would say something mean to you every chance he got . Usually he'd greet you with a "oh great it's the bitch" or "yuck can you get any uglier than that" and other unnecessary comments instead of just saying"hi" or "good morning" like a normal person

He sat down and cleared his throat , both of y'all made eye contact with eachother before quickly looking away , making Sam and Josh look at eachother again .

"So we're going to that creek that's by the end?" Jake asks , busy with his breakfast.

"No I wanted to go to the woods first" you say immediately, making him look at you , his mouth full. His eyes showing that he was finding words to say .

Josh and Sam looked at eachother again , Jake would immediately snap at you on a normal day .

"Whatever" Jake muttered, that was the first time Jake had agreed to anything you said . Even you were shocked as you stared at him.

You looked over at josh and Sam giving eachother a look with wide eyes and a smile .

Jake pretended to be busy eating breakfast to care about their reactions

______

It was evening after a long day of awkward interactions between you and Jake . Sam and Josh knew what was up and decided to keep quiet about it and just watch .

Y'all sat at a camp fire and Sam and josh went to get more firewood , leaving you and Jake alone there .

You stared at your roasting marshmallow , trying not to look over at Jake .

"Here" he said giving you his smore before taking yours and roasting it .

"Thanks" you say as you blew on it , taking a small bite of it as you watched him . The light from the fire glistening on his tan skin . Was he the prettiest or what?

"What" Jake smiles , noticing you staring.

"Nothing" you say immediately looking away "just looking" you bit the smore Jake gave you .

The boys came back with the firewood, the night went by a lil jam shesh and singing before y'all put the fire out and went to bed .

__________

You were sitting in bed with a book , resting your back against the headboard , just finished your shower before Jake went in.

You were pretty engrossed in your book when Jake walked in , your eyes looking up from your book to see him shirtless with jocks on . You'd seen the boys shirtless before but this was different.

"Aren't you gonna be cold?" You asked

"I have ways to warm myself up" Jake smirked at you making you turn red . Was he flirting-?

You went back to your book , not able to focus on a word though, your eyes watching everything Jake was doing.

He crawled into bed and sat next to you , your eyes fixed on the book nervously.

"Wacha readin?" Jake asked leaning closer.

"Um uh just- a book" you stutter , slapping yourself mentally for the stupid answer you gave him.

"I mean obviously it's a book-" you scoff "it's about this guy that eloped with this girl and then cheats on her" you re-sentence.

"Why you so nervous?" Jake cooed with a toothy smile , taking your book from you to see what you were reading.

"No wait-" you tried to snatch the book when you remembered something spicy would be next in the page .

He dodged you and turned the page , his eyes skimming through the words excitedly.

"Someone's a little minx ain't she ?" Jake chuckled giving you the book back as you snatched it away , blushing at the name he called you .

You stuffed the book under you pillow and crossed your arms , like you always did when he bullied you .

"You're cute when you're mad ya'know" Jake said.

"oh is that why your daily goal is to piss me off and get under my skin?" You ask angrily.

"exactly" He gives you a shit eating grin, lifting your chin up , inching closer to kiss you . You gave in and kissed him back , your hand sliding up his neck . Kissing him was unlike anyone you've ever kissed, it was euphoria.

You opened your mouth and grazed your tongue over his bottom lip , his eyes turning dark and lusty as he broke the kiss , staring into your eyes before pulling you on his lap.

You gripped his shoulders , his tongue slipping into your mouth as he kissed you , holding the back of your neck with one hand , the other sliding all over you .

You didn't notice the need growing between your legs until you involuntarily ground down on him , making him break the kiss and let out a groan.

"I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" you say in panic , realising he was hard .

He gave you that snarky grin again and flipped you over pinning you under him , his motions suddenly slow , and the room heated .

He peppered kisses on your neck making your eyes roll back , sucking on a certain spot as your hands roamed all over his shirtless body.

"Don't leave marks Jake, they'll know" you moaned as he kissed you .

"So?" He asks against your skin , making you shiver with butterflies .

His hand slipped under your baggie def Leppard t-shirt, caressing your stomach as his hand went up higher .

"Can I?" He asks and you nod , helping him take your top off , you weren't wearing a bra because you were getting to bed .

You moaned when he played with your nipples, immediately kissing your lips shut to keep you quiet .

He trailed the kiss down your neck and collar bone , sucking your skin , leaving another mark as you pulled on his hair .

You bit your lip to stifel your moans as he swirled his tongue around your nipple before sucking on it , his hand working the other . You felt hot and slutty , the need growing desperately between your legs .

You pushed Jake away to take your shorts and panties off , his eyes falling to the wetness between your legs.

Jake clashed his lips into yours ,his hand caressing your inner thigh before rubbing over your clit .

You moaned into his mouth as he gasped at how wet you were on his fingers . He moved in circles, you lifted your ass off the bed desperately as he rubbed you .

He stared at you with his face flushed , loving the reactions he was getting out of you .

"Jake- Jake I'm gonna cum-!" You whisper-shouted as you began shaking , digging your nails into his shoulders. He stopped immediately sucking your arousal off his fingers before taking his jocks off . Your eyes widened at his hard precum leaking tip.

He looked at you for permission but the desperation in your face was an obvious answer.

He lifted your leg over his waist as he leaned down to kiss you to muffle your moans as he slid himself in .

You arched your back and moaned into the kiss . Jake broke the kiss , moaning as he began grinding into you .

"You feel so perfect y|n" he moaned , looking into your eyes , his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure , his eyes half closed and face red and sweaty. His hair lashing on you as his thrusts got more desperate.

Your head was thrown back into the pillows as he thrusted into you , bouncing under him with each thrust .

You looked at him when he stopped. He flipped you over like you weighed nothing , lifting your ass into the air , your face stuffed into the pillows before he thrusted deep into you again , making you moan loudly into the pillows.

He buckled his hips violently into you , you lost all feeling in you legs , the immense pleasure of his cock hitting your gspot making you drip down your legs . Your skin clapping as y'all started getting sweaty and wet .

Your legs trembled and you body shook , almost screaming into the pillows as you came . That sent Jake over the edge , cumming after you .

He pulled out as you spasmed and cried into the pillows.

He fell into the bed , pulling you into his chest , you were still high on your orgasm.

"Shhh" Jake cooed as he wiped the tears of pleasure that wet your cheeks .

"Do you think they heard us?" You ask breathlessly.

"Stop thinking about my brothers when you're with me" Jake said , his voice husky and deep , making you blush .

You nuzzled into his chest , breathing heavily as you processed what happened.

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defodisturbed · 1 month

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Diet Culture - Poly!Recoms x PlusSize!reader

(A/N: inspired by the song Diet Culture by Brye! i love the song and can relate to it as a mid/plus-size person. i wrote this for my friend (you know who you are) and thought she would like it! i've always felt insecure and i'm sure many of you have as well. i hope this can bring you some joy or comfort even in the slightest. enjoy!)

And I know their worst fear is to look like me

And that fact makes me want to kill somebody.

To be a plus-sized person in the modern age has never been an easy feat. At least in the 16-18th century they thought it was very beautiful and desirable to have a body like mine. But now, as resources run dry and there's no space for everyone due to overpopulation, everyone hates fat people more than ever before. The body positivity movement was popular and utilized in the 21st century, but thats far, far behind us now. I feel crippling anxiety and shame every day for having to do the simplest things. Riding the train, feeling tired, and hell, even eating. My last thought before dying was that maybe in the next life I could be thinner.

Here I am now, staring at myself in the mirror. My skin is blue, I have stripes, and Lord, what a fatass I feel like. Why couldn't Parker or whoever's in charge of Project Phoenix just let me live in peace for once? My teammates are standing behind me as I examine my new teeth, tail, and my new skin. How big of a hospital gown did they have to make for me? I should apologize for this. I should apologize for having been brought back. Nobody wants a fat girl on their team. Nobody likes a fat girl. Nobody cares about fat girls. My thoughts run rampant through my head as I start to zone out.

"Hey, Y/N, you good? I know it's a little weird at first..." Lyle asks. I snap out of it and start to walk towards the door. I ask for someone to take me to my room, and so they escort me to my new place. It's very nice. They give me a lot of clothes and tell me to get comfortable because I'll be here awhile.

I get changed and explore my room. It's well lit, and when the lights are off, you can barely see anything. That's good for sleep. The bed is soft and it is comfortable.

When I get settled, the first number I call is my best friend. I tell her about how I just got resurrected and she asks how I feel.

"Fucking horrible. My body is still as fat if not fatter than it was before, my hair is messy, my skin is blue now, I have a weird tail and sharp teeth, and I just want to die again. I would like to die over and over again until they bring me back in at least a smaller body."

My friend tries to comfort me but her advice just doesn't do the trick this time. I tell her I gotta unpack and get situated. We say goodbye and I hang up.

Fuck, why did they have to do this to me?

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I hear a knock at the door. I roll my eyes, making a game out of guessing who wants to talk to me now. I open the door, seeing my old friend, Alicia Zdinarsk. I invite her in and she offers to help me unpack. I accept her offer, and as we unpack, she tells me how weird it was for her to wake up blue as well. I wanted to shout IT'S NOT THE BLUE! IT'S NOT THE TAIL, NOT THE TEETH, NOTHING LIKE THAT! but I held back. I can't argue without crying anyway.

"Hey, you okay? You kind of zoned out in the wakeup room." Z says. I reply, "Yeah, it's just I really wish they revived me in a smaller body. I don't know how they expect a fat girl to-"

"No. You're not gonna call yourself fat as an insult. You're so awesome, and I cannot imagine being here again without you. Sure, people on Earth might've hated fat people, but we're not on Earth anymore. And last time I checked, we all love you just as you are. You don't need to change anything about you. We love you more than you could ever imagine, okay?" Z said. I was stunned. "Okay." I replied. I was always amazed by their collective love for me, but I never thought it was as deep as this. Nobody has ever told me they love me in the way Z just did, let alone a whole team of soldiers.

"Hello?? Y/N, Z??? You in there??? Mansk is making cocktails for us and I want us all to be there when we get drunk and grind-y tonight!" Lyle yelled through the door, banging on it as he did so. "Lyle, we're gonna head over in a second! For right now, keep it in your pants!" Z yelled back. I chuckled as we finished the last box of stuff. I could hear Lyle make a noise of disappointment outside, not wanting to wait any longer. I rolled my eyes and looked into Z's deeply, before pulling her in for a little kiss. She returned it, and we hugged until Lyle came banging on the door again.

"Can we at least watch a movie in the meantime??"

MWAH hope yall enjoyed!! @dyingofcookies thought you would like this :3 💋💋

#zdinarsk #avatar zdog #recom zdog #avatar x reader #z dog x y/n #z dog #zdinarsk x reader #zdog x reader #atwow fluff #recom squad

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sasusakucoded · 6 months

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Ino: Sakura, Sakura! Wake up!!

Sakura: *forces to open her eyes and tries to sit up*

Ino: Are you okay? *wipes her eyes and forehead* Hey, don't cry..

Sakura: Y-Yeah.. I— I was having a nightmare.. Again..

Ino: I thought so too.. What is it this time?

Sakura: The usual..

Ino: So, it's either Sasuke-kun was trying to kill you or you were trying to kill him.

Sakura: *nods* This time I was the one trying to kill him.

Ino: Sakura, you've been having nightmares for weeks now. You've been sleep-deprived. In fact, you almost don't want to sleep.

Sakura: Yeah.. But I can't help it, Ino. Nightmares and dreams are something we can't control.

Ino: Right.. But don't you think you should ask for some advice from the Fifth Hokage?

Sakura: I don't know if she has time for this..

Ino: Come on, Sakura. Lady Tsunade cares about you more than you know. If you want, I'll come with you.

Sakura: Thanks Ino, but I think I can manage. I'll go tomorrow, I promise.

---

Tsunade: Sakura, hi! Are you okay?

Sakura: Yes, yes. Thanks for accepting this appointment even if it was a late notice.

Tsunade: What are you saying? I'll move schedules for you if I need to.. *stares at her*

Sakura: Thanks, Lady Tsunade. *smiles*

Tsunade: Sakura, I know you're very busy and there's a lot happening but you should still get enough rest.

Sakura: Th-That's actually my problem. *sits down* I'm having nightmares almost everyday.

Tsunade: Are the nightmares recurring? Same thing happens again and again?

Sakura: Yeah.. There are 2 scenarios actually.. The first one.. I— I—

Tsunade: Go on. This is a safe space, Sakura. No one will know about this. Just share it with me.

Sakura: *nods* The first one.. I was trying to kill Sasuke-kun.. The second one, he was trying to kill me. Those two scenarios.. Every night..

Tsunade: *nods* So, your anxiety and fear go high at the start of the nightmare?

Sakura: No.. Not really.

Tsunade: Ah, so when you try to kill him and vice versa, that's the time when the fear goes high?

Sakura: No..

Tsunade: *confused* Enlighten me please, Sakura.

Sakura: It's— It's embarrassing.. I couldn't even tell Ino..

Tsunade: I told you, you can tell me freely.

Sakura: Right. My fear is activated when I'm trying to stab him and the kunai goes through his flesh.. And he dies.

Tsunade: ...

Sakura: Or when he is trying to kill me and I get killed and Kakashi-sensei and Naruto kill him too.

Tsunade: Sakura..

Sakura: Lady Tsunade—

Tsunade: So, basically.. Your nightmare is when Sasuke gets killed.

Sakura: *nods* I know he's an enemy now.. And I should supress my feelings for him like a true shinobi.. And I've told myself that I should not care about him.. But..

Tsunade: But the heart can't lie. Even the unconscious brain can't lie.

Sakura: Yeah..

Tsunade: Fine. I remember I have a book here about dreams. Let me find that.. *checks her shelf* Here.

Sakura: Wow, there's a book about it?

Tsunade: Don't be too excited though. I don't think any of these has been scientifically proven.. Hmm. Nightmares.. Page.. 247.. *flips through the pages*

Sakura: Any remedy, I'll try.. It's really hard these past few days.. I feel useless because I'm tired.

Tsunade: I totally get that.. When you're tired, you just can't do anything right..

Sakura: Yeah..

Tsunade: Hmmm. It says here that you should think of the nightmare more often..

Sakura: What? I always try to avoid thinking about it..

Tsunade: It says here that on the contrary, you should should think about the scenarios more.. But..

Sakura: Okay.. But what?

Tsunade: You should think of a different ending. Like an alternate scenario how you want the nightmare to end..

Sakura: So.. In my case, I should imagine Sasuke-kun being safe.. Or maybe he escapes from me or Naruto or Kakashi-sensei..

Tsunade: Yeah. That should lessen your fear and if the brain responds correctly, it will project those thoughts into your dream.

Sakura: Is there anything more I can do?

Tsunade: It says here to try waking up in the middle of the nightmare. This one, I doubt. It's hard enough to wake up from a dream. How much more from a nightmare.

Sakura: Yeah.. That's harder..

Tsunade: And the last one.. Ask someone with strong genjutsu power to put you under it and change the ending manually.

Sakura: *sighs* Funny how that someone is the cause of my nightmares. *smiles softly*

Tsunade: I'm really sorry, Sakura. I don't think these help at all.

Sakura: No, let me try the first one. I hope it will work. But if not.. Then there's no way but to endure.

Tsunade: Or save that someone with great visual prowess and demand that he fixes your problem. *laughs*

Sakura: That's a good motivation to get him back. I'll take note of it! Thanks, Lady Tsunade. I really appreciate this.

Tsunade: I hope everything will be better. Take care!

Sakura: Bye! *leaves* /thinks/ I'll still try to bring you back, Sasuke-kun.. I'll never let this nightmare be a reality.

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #from ask #ty anon #sscoded no 247

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wren-kitchens · 9 months

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okay burnout has hit me like a truck in the past couple weeks and right now i’m forcing myself to rest so I can actually. overcome it gajdhsj and this has involved reading a lot of my old wips that I have abandoned

because of this, I have refound an empires s2 flower husbands au I have that I am so obsessed with, so I shall share it with you (you’re so welcome)

below the cut is a whole lot of rambles and a few drabbles of the au that I sent to my good friend stiff at like midnight whilst I was meant to be doing homework last may

(very long post under cut. be warned)

so in s2 when fwhip got the crown (originated in s1 where fwhip’s s1 character—very different from his s2 character—created the Crown (tm), and whoever wore it would have the power to give all the emperors one rule they had to follow. lots of fights broke out, joel had an amazing moment where scott was giving fwhip the crown and he yoinked it just before fwhip could get it, you get the picture) his rule was that everyone had to ‘take care’ of a goblin child. the catch was that you had to hold it in your offhand at all times, and that it was a retextured egg, so if you accidentally threw (yeeted) it, the child would ‘die’ and part of the rule was to NOT YEET THE CHILD. if you ‘killed’ the child, you could either pay 10 raw gold blocks, or care for another child

anyway, scott was the first one to get a child (against his will) and reiterated that he was ‘NOT READY TO BE A FATHER’ and I watched that and thought. I could flower husbands this so I did

scott arriving at jimmys house at the ass crack of dawn (because I imagine scott to be an early riser and jimmy to not) pounding on his door until a very tired jimmy opens it and asks wtf he’s doing it’s like 6am, whereupon scott thrusts a baby in his face like ‘HELP ME I AM NOT READY FOR THIS’. this wakes jimmy up, understandably

I imagine they’d have a conversation like ‘why do you- WHY DO YOU HAVE A CHILD??’ ‘FWHIPS RULE, JIMMY YOU GOTTA HELP ME’ ‘ME?? WHY DO YOU THINK I COULD HELP??’ ‘I DON’T KNOW YOU SEEM LIKE YOU’D BE GOOD WITH KIDS’ ‘WHY’

after about five minutes of shouting, the baby (who had been asleep this whole time) wakes up and starts to cry. scott is not ready for this and sort of holds the baby at arm’s length, panicked. jimmy sort of sighs and goes ‘give them to me’. turns out, jimmy is surprisingly good with kids, unbeknownst to him (tiny tom was gifted to jevin before he could even process it) and to the great relief of scott, who had been panicking the whole night

so. jimmy and scott are now co-parenting a child. surely no romantic tension can come from this!

well, at the start, they’re barely allies—scott only allied with jimmy so he’d get free gunpowder, and never spared a second thought when it came to teasing him, so for the first couple days, it’s quite awkward between them. mainly on scotts part—jimmy didn’t want the baby to be moved too much, and insisted that scott be just as involved as raising the child as he was, so scott just kinda. stayed at jimmy’s

they’d occasionally nip out to get more food or to explain their absence in meetings, to enormous teasing and some genuinely helpful tips from joel and sausage, who had a pretty similar experience when raising hermes (thrust into parenthood by accident and somewhat panicked when babies did what babies do best, cry through the night, poop and make lots of mess), but most of the time they’d be in the house, or taking a short walk around tumble town with the baby. what I mean to say is, they spend an awful lot of time together

so one evening they’re sat on the porch watching the sunset, the baby asleep in jimmy’s arms, and they start to talk. like actually talk; they’d been kind of skirting around each other and making semi-awkward small talk for the past couple of weeks until now, and it feels good to actually feel like they’re close. almost friends

and it sort of blooms from there

they start to actually talk every day now, even just making passing remarks and jokes that feel friendly rather than hostile, offering to take the baby when they can tell the other is tired, and sharing quiet smiles when the baby finally gets to sleep

jimmy starts teasing scott about how terrified he looked when he arrived at the door, and about how terrified he looks still every time he changes the baby’s nappy. scott makes jokes about jimmy being the opposite of an early bird, and ‘fixes’ his bed-head by ruffling it even more

it gets to a point where they’re just sharing casual touches—bumping hips and squeezing shoulders as they pass each other; resting their head on each other’s shoulders as they complain about how they tired they are; jokingly calling each other ‘beloved husband’ and pretending to kiss each other’s hand—and they realise that huh. maybe they’re not so bad after all

they settle on a name for the baby: lexie. it took a lot of back and forth (jimmy wanted to name her alex, scott wanted to name her robbie, they settled on lexie as a compromise. scott jokes sometimes that they should have gotten another child and called them steve, if they were to go with jimmy’s name)

it takes them a few weeks to notice that.. lexie has changed since they took her in. she’s more real, more solid, more warm than she used to be. her crying sounds more human, and her appetite is increasing, and they realise that-

fwhip didn’t give them real children at all. he knew of course that it would be a complete disaster if he did, and he was right—so many of the dolls (because that’s all they originally were, dolls) were broken and damaged, over and over again. but lexie wasn’t. she was never hurt, she was never damaged, nothing beyond a simple scratch from a confused norman or a bruise where she’d banged her arm on the corner of the table. and so lexie.. stopped being a doll.

fwhip came over to check one day, curious if the goblin baby was still unbroken and safe (the crown had long since been passed on, there was no need for them to keep the baby) and was enormously surprised to find out that, not only was she safe, but she was alive—alive in a way that he never thought could be possible—and a stranger sight still: a family

because that’s what they were, no matter how it’d come to pass. a confusing, chaotic, happy, healthy family

and slowly, ever so slowly, something between scott and jimmy started to change.

they revelled in lexie learning to crawl, to babble, the first time she tried solid food, the first time she bit their fingers and they felt teeth, and they did it together. they groaned at 4am feedings, and gagged at nappy changes, and went to bed exhausted, and they did it together. they cooked and cleaned and brushed their teeth over the sink and they did it together. everything they did, it was together

and they were just waiting for it to be monotonous. they anticipated the moment when it became annoying, or tiresome, or flat out unbearable with dread. but that moment never came

sure, they’d get sick of each other every once in a while. jimmy would snap at scott’s teasing in the early morning, and scott would refuse to change lexie’s nappies until he’d had a nap. but barely minutes later the outbursts would be followed by a bashful hug from behind, a mumble of ‘i’m sorry, I wasn’t fair’, a promise of ‘i’ll try to do better’

they started to find that they simply didn’t have it in them to hate it. they just couldn’t bring themselves to dislike the other; not with jimmy and his early morning drowsiness, his bright laughs, his gentle strength; not with scott and his late night weariness, his soft smiles, his teasing jokes

and soon they started to realise that they were headed towards something very different to hate

scott understood first

he’d been having these feelings for a while now, and his suspicion had started to increase every time he couldn’t help laughing when jimmy was a particularly big goof, or how his heart would soar when he’d wake up entangled in jimmy’s embrace.

it wasn’t until one night, long after lexie had fallen asleep, when both of them sat on the sofa, reading.

but today, he hadn’t been able to see jimmy as much; there was a mandatory meeting for all the rulers, with the exception of jimmy and scott, as they were taking care of lexie: only one of them had to go. scott, who only had to take one look at poor, sleepy jimmy to know that if he was to go, zero information would be retained, offered to go instead.

the meeting was much longer than he’d anticipated, and certainly not on a topic he’d deem mandatory to attend—something about pix remaining a ghost after he withered away at the princess party.

either way, when scott came back, jimmy had spent almost the entire day looking after lexie, and stopped only to give scott a one-armed hug and inform him that lexie was in her crib before he went for a nap. scott was seriously deprived of jimmy time.

which is why he’s staying up late now—just to get in as much time as he can before he inevitably falls asleep. which seems to be happening much faster than he’d anticipated.

next to him, scott hears the familiar quiet chuckling of jimmy, and the sound of a page being marked.

“scott, tell me you didn’t stay up just so you could see me.” jimmy says softly.

“never.” scott blinks, trying to escape the heaviness of his eyelids. in fact, his whole body feels heavy with sleep, as if weighed down by some invisible force.

“you sausage.” jimmy says, and scott notes the fondness in jimmy’s voice. “i’m gonna take you to bed, is that alright?”

“I think I can manage that.” jimmy says.

scott feels arms underneath his knees and around his waist, before he’s hoisted into the air. he presses close to jimmy’s chest, wrapping his arms around jimmy’s neck and burying his face in his shirt.

“I missed you today.” scott tells him. “I kept looking over to make a face at you in the meeting, but you weren’t there.”

jimmy smiles, and scott thinks he could watch him do just that all day. “you sap.”

“you’re carrying me to bed, jimmy.” scott points out.

“I never said I wasn’t a sap.” jimmy tells him, pushing their bedroom door open with his hip. “lucky you’re in your pyjamas already, because I would’ve made you get up to change.”

“I take it you are changing?” scott says, smiling again as jimmy lays him carefully down on the bed and pulls the covers around him. “thank you.”

jimmy presses his lips against scott’s forehead, and his eyes flutter shut. “‘course. beloved husband.”

something in scott’s chest glows as he slips into the land of sleep, and as jimmy’s arms wrap around him from behind a minute later, he can’t help admitting to himself something he thinks he might have known for a long time.

because wow. he really does love jimmy, huh?

so one day, scott is up early (as usual) and feeding lexie at the table when jimmy comes up behind him and hugs him from behind, wearing his pyjamas - which are just joggers and a white tshirt - and scott is able to see something that he hadnt actually noticed before: along the outsides of jimmy's arms are small little scars, looking curiously close to stitches

scott asks how he got them when jimmy is awake enough, and jimmy just goes 'oh yeah, joel did it'. scott just kinda. stares at him for a moment until jimmy realises thats a very confusnig answer, and explains a little more

joel, however he may claim, is very new to his powers, and for a while didnt actually understand how they worked. he and sausage never actually meant to create a real child (hermes didnt have a name for a long time), they were just mucking around one night and somehow hermes became alive. something similar happened with jimmy

joel just thought it was a funny joke to call jimmy a toy, and being unaware of his powers, never really considered that it coukd have a genuine affect on jimmy. but sure enough, jimmy started to notice significant changes, and after a while, he had become a toy. jimmy just thought joel had done it on purpose, and for a while he was just furious with him for doing this to him

but when they formed their alliance after the fighting was over, joel saw the stitching along his arms and the yarn of his hair and was entirely panicked when jimmy asked him to reverse it, because he had no idea he could do that and was horrified to find out that he'd done this to jimmy

jimmy was somewhat relieved to know that joel didnt actually do it on purpose, and slightly terrified to find out that joel had. no clue how to reverse it

it took a little while of trial and error, but finally joel figured out how to turn him back into a human. the only issues? it hurt. jimmy supposed he should have expected it - the initial transformation had happened over months - but at that moment all he could think about was how awful the pain was.

afterwards, joel healed his wounds, and explained with a shellshocked expression that the stitches had ripped out of his arms (thats where the scars came from, jimmy tells scott.) it stopped hurting very shortly after, what with joel's healing, but sometimes jimmy feels almost phantom pains in his arms from that horrible moment

scott likes to trace up and down the scars on his arms, sometimes to calm jimmy, sometimes just because he likes the look on jimmy's face when he does it

#long post #empireshipping #flower husbands #empires jimmy #empires scott #empires fwhip #empires lexie #i’m giving her a tag because I love her #wren writes #wren wrambles #baby doll au #<- name of the au oooh

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tilvcei · 1 year

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hi angel. i absolutely love your writing and i was wondering if you could write something fitting this trope with ethan landry and black!fem reader. maybe them getting in a fight bc ethan is drunk and her just being tired of the shit bc he does this every time. i think you have the skill to write this with the emotional depth it needs based on what i’ve seen. love you ! x

feel free to ignore this if you’re not accepting requests! i couldn’t find an faq or anything before i sent this so i’m sorry just in case <3

► 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓

⭢ In which: you haven’t been on the best path and try to hold everything in at once, but one person you care deeply for starts to notice. so, you just let the tears fall.

☆ | warning(s): angst, language, abusive household, alcohol,

☆ | note: request are open, actually! also thank you for the request because my inbox is empty 😭 also yes i made this very sad and I’m being truthful I cried myself while writing this, let me know if you want me to change it! thanks for requesting sweetheart <3 I can also relate to this one, I put some things that have happened to me in this writing— but other than that lemme stop rambling, enjoy :) [im not in college lol, that’s just an insert so the story makes sense] THIS IS SHORT, IM SORRY

☆ | gender: she/her (black!reader)

tagging 🏷: @ncllcraines

Today was rather a normal day. no killings or anything- well, not yet at least. you’ve been dealing with a lot. school, home, basically everything all together.

Not just that, you’ve been falling behind on college too. one of the teachers suggested you may need a tutor, which you lied and said you didn’t but they gave you one anyways.

And that tutor was Ethan thankfully. having to take care of your siblings was the only thing on your mind at the time. your mom is barely home cause of work. so being the big sister that you are you decided to step in and help.

you had stayed up overnight, working on everything without taking a break. this was a real struggle, your mom and step-dad were alcoholics at once, but then stopped when they realized what damages were happening since your step-dad had a mini stroke.

But other than that everything has been good, but for you? therapy was suggested from your mom.

on some days you were happy, some days sad. randomly out of nowhere you started feeling depressed.

Sleeping habits started changing, you started going asleep around 1:00/3:00 at night and when you’d wake up you’d still feel tired.

Working late shifts, just all of that was bothering you. and you were behind on exams, right now ethan was in your dorm, helping you with your work.

"So, do you know how many bones were fractured? it shows it on…let’s see, page 27. if we go back, we can find the answer on page 20." Ethan said, you sat there sulking.

You really didn’t understand the point of this, "do we have to do this? I understand this is important for my future but-" you were cut off by ethan.

"(Y/n). if you don’t want to finish this oh well, I’m going to help you. you’re going to be successful." Ethan said, you groaned in annoyance and looked back down at the sheet.

A sigh came from his lips, the only thing he wanted was the best for you. he could see how much you were struggling, he could see what you were trying to do.

"Are you sure everything is okay? you’ve been distant lately." Ethan said, when he asked that question you stiffened.

Why was he bringing that up now? nothing was wrong you were just extremely frustrated at the moment.

"I-I’m sorry. did I say something wrong?" asked ethan, you rubbed a tired hand over your face. the stress was evident on your face.

"I think I’m at my breaking point. you know how you just get tired of having to hold everything down all at once? if I’m being honest: I can’t- I…" you trailed off, as much as you were trying to hold your composure.

Then the tears started to fall, ethan wasn’t really shocked though, he knew what you were going through but waited for you to open up about it.

"You’re crying." Ethan said with a frown, he was startled when you wrapped him in a hug, "I’m just tired, ethan. of everything." you told him while sobbing.

"I know, I know. but it’s okay sweetheart, we could just put this to the side and lay down for a bit? if you want." Ethan suggested.

"Actually, that’s a great idea. I need a break anyways." You agreed, Ethan nodded and placed some of the books and sheets on the table.

Arms found themselves wrapping around your waist, maybe this was what you needed, some type of comfort. after all you’ve been dealing with a lot lately.

"Thank you, ethan. for being here." you said, he didn’t reply and instead placed a kiss on your cheek, "Anytime, love."

He was your safe place.

Im so sorry this was short, it was horrible also ik 😭 and this also felt rushed. I might fix some things up here, also if anyone would like to send request go ahead!! my inbox is open :D

#black reader #scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #scream vi #scream vi x reader

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rjmac211 · 2 months

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About: Reader (afab) was an idiot and answer Sam’s phone but she thought the Ghostface was a prank call and now she has shot up the kill list… or has she?

Reader’s POV

I groaned as I dropped my house keys for the 5th time. I just feel so tired, and I just want a coffee but I know since it is 9 pm Sam will not let a single drop of caffeine touch my lips. I love that woman but for fuck sakes I need to wake up especially if I have to deal with Quinn again. I mean fuck Sam has had me on the kitchen counter three fingers deep inside me in front of her and she still hits on me.

After I drop my keys for the 6th time I whined and hit my head hard on the door. “Fuck me,” I whined, and the door suddenly flew open, “with pleasure sexy.” Luckily, I caught myself before I could fall onto the floor or worse into Quinn. I groaned, “thank you for letting me in Quinn.” I walked inside flinching as her hand brushed against my ass as I passed her, “no problem. So tonight, just you and me. Tara is at a party and Sam has gone to join her. So Us… Alone… in my bedroom. How does that sound?” Quinn smirked and I rolled my eyes, “how about us… alone… you in your room and me in Sam’s. How does that sound?” I said and Quinn huffed as I made my way to the kitchen.

I turned on the kettle and got the coffee out. I walked to the mugs and looked for the one Mindy got me as a joke when I started to date Sam 10 months ago. As I found it I grinned. The cup had a cartoon picture of me and Sam on it and on the other side it says ��Sam’s Future Baby Mama’. I blushed like hell when I got it but it was a very good cup and every time I used it Mindy would smirk, Tara would roll her eyes, Chad would grin at Mindy, Anika would shake her head, Ethan would blush, Quinn would glare at the cup and Sam…

Well Sam’s reaction was the best. It usually led to me being under her body with her cock splitting me in two and making me cum my brains out. For the first two months of us dating she wouldn’t let me see her naked in any state but that all changed when Quinn stated in front of the group that if Sam wasn’t woman enough to fuck me she would gladly do it for her. There are very few incident when I see fear cross the Woodsboro survivors faces but Tara, Chad and Mindy had the look of pure horror on their faces.

Thankfully Sam just stood up glaring at Quinn holding her hand out for me. When I grabbed it the tall goddess pulled me to her room. Mindy, Chad, and Tara ran for the door. Mindy dragging Anika with her. Leaving Quinn and Ethan confused. As soon as the door shut Sam had me pressed against it kissing me like a starving woman who wants nothing but to devour my body. That night she has me screaming and cumming. It was the best fucking introduction to Sam’s friend in her pants. Sadly, it didn’t stop Quinn from hitting on me no matter how hard Sam would mark me or make me scream while fucking me. Quinn would just not leave me alone.

When the kettle flicked off, I came back from my memories and started pouring the boiling hot water into the mixture of 8 teaspoons of coffee and 10 of sugar. I stirred ignoring the looks Quinn is sending me. I drank my coffee feeling the energy enter my body making me feel happier and excited for Sammy to come home. We haven’t had time to ourselves in 6 days and I miss the feeling of her body pressed into mine.

As I finished my coffee the door was thrown opened, and Tara stormed into the apartment then to her room. I frowned and looked back at the door seeing Mindy, Chad, Anika, Ethan and Finally Sam enter the apartment. I ran over to Sam and cupped her face, “baby are you okay?” I asked and dark brown eyes met mine and when I smelt the Soda on her I sighed and softly pulled her to our room. As we entered I stripped her off her sticky clothes and stripped my own making my way to the shower. “Come on darling let’s get you cleaned up,” I smiled.

We both got into her shower. I let the hot water run over both of us and I started rubbing the body wash into her body. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked and Sam sighed, “why are you with me?” I frowned looking up at the taller woman. “Sammy… there are so many reasons why I am with you,” I told her and she tried to look away but I moved her head back to me. “You are fierce, loyal, protective. The day you met me you stood in between a gang of bikers and me. There is no one I would rather be with. You went out of your way to save a stranger just because a group of guys were being forceful.”

“Anyone would have,” Sam whispered and I shook my head. “My boyfriend at the time was working at the bar babe and he watched as they were groping me. He even said if they tipped good they could have me for the night. But then this beautiful goddess of a woman took me away from that situation. We may have been friends for 3 months before we started dating but I had fallen for you that night. You are my perfect knight come to recue me. I don’t care what the world thinks because I know you Sammy.”

Sam cupped my face and pulled me into a kiss. I sighed and kissed back wrapping my arms around her waist. When Sam pulled back, she stared at me, “I love you.” I pecked her lips, “I love you too Sammy. Now let’s get you cleaned so we can go sought everything out with your sister.” I finished up washing her then started on myself, “you go get changed and check the mail. I’ll finish up in here then maybe we can watch a movie with the kids.” Sam sighed, “but what if Tara-” I covered her mouth, “I’ll deal with everything okay Daddy now go get the mail.”

Sam moans as the title leaves my mouth, “whatever you want Baby Girl.” Sam gets out of the shower and I washed my hair and my body then got out feeling refreshed after my day at work. You wouldn’t think being a Receptionist for the hospital would be so exhausting but fuck. I quickly got changed into a hoodie of Sam’s and sleep shorts. When I walked out I see Mindy and Anika on the couch. “Hey Manika,” I said and both girls turned to me.

“Hey Mama, how Father doing?” Mindy teased and I rolled my eyes, “what happened at that party Mindy?” I asked and when Mindy told me I sighed but I couldn’t fight off the smile after hearing about Sam tasering a guy in the balls. “Turn on the tv I’m going to get Tara,” I told her. I was walking to Tara’s room when I got blocked by Chad who blushed and moved aside. Quinn was behind him and winked at me as she passed.

I opened Tara’s bedroom door, “hey Tara.” Brown eyes not unlike her sister’s looked at me, “I didn’t mean to yell at her so much I was just angry and drunk.” I nod, “I know you don’t want to hear this Tara, but Sam really is trying. I know how bad it is when your siblings leave you in a really bad situation but at least Sam came back and is trying her best. Those years won’t be forgotten but she’s willing to do anything to have you in her life.” Tara looked up at the roof, “do you know where your siblings are?” Tara asked and I sighed, “my second oldest brother the last I heard of him was shot dead in a robbery gone wrong and my sisters both have husbands and kids. My oldest brother though the last I heard of him was when he tried to blow up my car a year ago.”

“Why did he try to do that?” Tara asked very confused since I rarely talk about my family. “One of his work buddies caught me on a date with Sam and since I still carry his last name, he thinks I’m a disgrace to the family and I’d be better off dead,” I explain. Soon Tara was in my arms, and I played with her hair, “it’s okay Tara just don’t tell Sam about the car blowing up. I know she is overprotective and can annoy you so much, but she loves you more than I’ve ever seen any siblings love each other. Don’t push her away honey.”

I kissed Tara’s head the got up, “now let’s go watch some tv.” I smiled and Tara took my hand, and we went out to the lounge Tara sitting with Mindy and Anika while I was in the single seater. I relaxed slightly and closed my eyes.

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All I could hear was the silence in my ears as I heard that there had been a Ghostface attack. Sam started telling Tara to pack up that we were going to leave. We? Maybe not me. Did Sam trust me? I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t but right now, I’m too focused on the fact that right now my friends the people I consider family are most likely going to be attacked in the next few days and I don’t know who will make it out alive.

When Sam’s phone starts ringing Mindy, Chad, Tara, Sam and I all flinched. It always starts with the phone calls. When Sam ignores it everyone relaxes but not for long. Maybe this is just a prank and it’s just gone to far. When Sam’s phone rings again I grab it and before Sam could snatch it off me I answer it.

Me: Hello, you’ve reached the murder me hotline how can I help you?

Everyone froze at my words.

Ghostface: You aren’t Samantha

Me: Great guess genius was it the southern accent that gave it away?

Everyone looked horrified.

Ghostface: What’s your favourite scary movie?

Me: Do you all ever get sick of asking that question I mean it does have anything to do with the killing so what’s the point in knowing

Ghostface: Answer the question before I decide to gut you now

Me: Final Destination if we are talking Horror movies by default but if not then I’m going to have to say Nightmare on Elm St the Original

Ghostface: So you know how to keep your eyes open that will help you in the end as I murderer all of your friends then stab you with the knife used to kill them

Me: No please Mr. Ghostface I want to be a final girl

Everyone kept the look of utter horror on their faces. Sam looked like she was going to scream.

Ghostface: You are no Sydney Prescott

Me: And you are no Billy Loomis. Haven’t you lot learnt by now in the end you always die. You attack people get a few kills in and then the final girl kills you and ends up covered in your blood

Ghostface: You talk too much

Me: I know that’s why sometimes Sammy fucks me so hard I forget the English language

Tara fake vomits and Sam blushes while everyone else just kept staring as if I had two heads.

Ghostface: So, you are the girlfriend little Y/N never wanted by anyone. How’s Mom and Dad? Oh wait you killed both of them

Me: Damn bring up parents? Tell me Mr. Ghostface is it Daddy Issues or Mommy Issues it is usually one of the two. I mean Billy had Mommy, Stu had Daddy, Roman had Mommy, Charlie definitely had Mommy Issues, Jill as well then we go to Richie who fuck by the way Sam is in bed probably had both and Amber well it’s almost like the 2021 Ghostfaces just said why have one when you can have both. So Mr. Ghostface what do you have

Everyone was silent including Ghostface.

Me: I’m going to guess Daddy Issues there aren’t enough Ghostfaces with Daddy Issues. So what was it huh? Daddy not love you as much as a kid did he never tell you he was proud of you

Ghostface: I’m going to gut you like a fucking fish

Me: Damn nail on the head Daddy Issues you know most people go to therapy instead of killing people or-

Suddenly the line went dead, and I took the phone away from my ear, “Jeez I was just going tell him or he could find himself a Daddy to fuck him stupid.” Everyone turned back to looking at Horror and Sam quickly threw her phone back on the table and pulled me into her. I felt her body shaking and I held her. “He… He hung up? Ghostface doesn’t hang up,” Mindy whispers and all three survivors were looking at me but Sam kept her face nuzzled to the top of my head.

“Fuck you are so dead Mama,” Mindy stated and I rolled my eyes, “guys it was obviously just a prank okay it’s Halloween and the killings were probably just a coincidence. The guys in it were creeps a dad probably found out one defiled his baby girl and killed them.” Mindy and Tara looked at each other then back at me. “Sam my Dad wants to talk to you,” Quinn said and all our heads turned to see Quinn was on the phone and is now holding it out to Sam.

“This can’t be good,” I said and sat down on the single seater again. Tara moved into the chair and laid her full body weight on mine while gripping my shirt. “Hey Tara it’s okay nothing bad is going to happen it was just a prank,” I told her but she just held onto me tightly. “Okay I’ll come in,” Sam finished the call and I frowned up at her. “They can’t seriously think you had something to do with this right?” I asked and Sam sighed, “number one suspect baby girl. Everyone stay inside while I go sort this out. Don’t trust anyone.”

Tara ran to her room and Sam came over and pulled me up and into her arms whispering into my ear, “don’t trust Quinn.” I cuddled into her chest, “I love you too Sammy.” Sam kissed my head, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” With that Sam left the apartment followed by Tara who I knew no matter what I said wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Does Sam really shut you up by fucking the English Language out of you?” Mindy asked and I smirked, “most of the time yes.” Quinn got up and slammed her door shut hard, “someone is pissed.” Chad said and I rolled my eyes, “yeah well someone should know that it was never going to happen. Come on let’s watch a movie.” Mindy’s eyes lit up, “Stab?” I rolled my eyes as Mindy set up the movie.

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I got a phone call from the Police station and I was out the door before anyone can stop me or even join me. I ran as fast as I could to the police station that was two blocks away. As I stopped in front I grabbed my inhaler and took a few puffs then made my way inside. When I got to the person at the front desk I slammed my hands on the desk, “where is Samantha and Tara Carpenter.” The boy looked terrified and ran around the desk and started to lead me threw the precinct.

As soon as I saw Sam I ran up and jumped into her arms. Sam wrapped her arms around me holding me close, “what are you doing here Baby Girl leaving the apartment is dangerous.” I pulled back and checked over her face then her body, “I don’t give a fuck.” When I concluded Sam was fine, I moved onto Tara who is now blushing at the attention. “Baby your heart is racing,” Sam whispered as her thumb traced over my pulse point.

“I ran here,” I said as I concluded that Tara was also not harmed. Sam was searching in her pockets quickly but I stopped her, “I already took it Sammy calm down.” Brown eyes looked at me concerned, “I’m okay.” There was a cough and we all turned, “Kirby.” Sam said and I looked the blonde up and down. She was about my height which is kind of strange to see but she’s more buff like by a lot. “Sam wishes I could say it’s good to see you but these are not good circumstances for reunions,” Kirby said.

“Sam didn’t do anything,” I spat, and Kirby turned to me. “I’m not here to play the blame game I’m here to catch this son of a bitch,” Kirby crossed her arms and I glared at the woman, “yeah but how many of my family will die before your team get their heads out their assess and stop pointing their fingers at my girlfriend.” My accent coming through the more I get pissed. “How do I know you’re not Ghostface and this is all an act?” Kirby smirked and I rolled my eyes, “I almost had an asthma attack coming here and let’s not forget it’s Sam we are taking about even when I try, she tosses me around like I weight nothing.”

“You love when I manhandle you baby girl,” Sam wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed my neck. “Very much so Daddy,” I whispered, and Sam tightened her grip. “What if you are just the one making the calls while Sam does the killing?” Tara finally stepped in, “you don’t stop I’ll do some killing starting with the woman insulting my sisters.” I smiled and Sam kissed my head, “are we free to go?” Kirby nod, “we will be in touch.”

We walked out of the police station and that is when we were barged by reporters all screaming things. Until I heard Gale Weathers voice. I watched as she blocked Sam’s punch but not Tara’s. I grinned at the sisters and pulled both of them away to a cab. “I didn’t ask for this to happen!” Gale called to us and we all turned around and I raised an eyebrow, “weren’t you the one that wrote the book in the first place?”

Gale flinched, “Sydney isn’t coming. She and Mark are taking the kids somewhere safe.” Sam nod, “good she does not need to go through this again.” Gale took a step forward and I got in front of Sam glaring at the woman, “you better get the fuck away from my girlfriend before I break your nose and with the way you wrote about my girlfriend I might also fracture your eye socket.” Gale flinched hard, “I didn’t-”

“You called my girlfriend a psychopath that will snap at any moment,” I spat and Gale looked kinda scared. “Where did you find this one?” Gale asked Sam fear in her eyes and Sam smirked, “A biker bar. Calm baby it’s okay let’s go back to the apartment.” Tara pulled me into the cab and Sam turned to Gale, “leave us alone Gale.” With that the cab drove off.

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“Now our suspect list. Ethan the shy dorky guy that no one believe his the killer because he is so shy and dorky,” Mindy said and I smirked at Ethan tried to defend himself. “Quinn the slutty roommate-” I grinned, “horror movie classic.” Mindy smiled at me and turned back to Quinn, “I mean you obviously have a hatred for Sam and with all of us gone no one could stand in your way of what you want.” I shivered and moved into Sam more.

“Anika,” Mindy turned to her girlfriend who blow her a kiss, “never trust the love interest.” Anika pouts then Mindy turned to me, “Y/N-” I cut her off, “came into your lives unexpecting. Got very close to Sam very quickly was only friends for 3 months before I was her girlfriend. Barely any of you know anything about my past besides that I have a shit family. I’m very good at threatening people. Not to mention even with everyone that comes to me and Sam and tells me I should leave her and I still don’t. I was also the first person Ghostface hung up on which is unheard of so very suspicious. I know most horror movies like the back of my hand including but not limited to all the Stab films. Oh, and I am also the love interest to Sam who is the main target of these attacks.”

Mindy had her mouth opened and Sam was stiff beside me, “I mean I was just going to say you are a love interest too but that um was very detailed.” I shrugged, “I know when I’m a suspect and honestly I wouldn’t blame any of you.” Ethan huffed, “yeah well why aren’t you four suspects I mean Chad and Mindy your best friend stabbed you in the back. Hell it was Tara’s girlfriend who attacked her. Clearly that causes some problems and I mean have you seen the stuff they say online about Sam-” I swung my fist sending him flying off his seat.

“I forgot to add my bad temper to the suspect analyses,” I said and Mindy, Anika and Tara were smirking while Sam looked at me with pure lust. “Okay Sam and I are going we will see you all at the apartment tonight safety in numbers,” I grabbed Sammy’s hand and pulled her along with me.

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I was panting in Quinn’s room knowing I don’t have my inhaler on me. When the neighbour put the latter across I stabled it. “Sam go across now,” I told her and brown eyes met my own, “no baby you need to go first.” I pushed her to the window, “now babe I’ll be there soon okay.” Sam quickly crossed the latter and I grabbed Mindy, “come on Mindy you are next then I’ll send Anika across.” Mindy frowned, “Y/N you’ll never make it across the latter you can barely breathe.”

“Move it Meeks,” I growled and Mindy got on the latter. I knelt in front of Anika, “hey love interest number one.” Anika smiled at me shakily, “I don’t want to die.” I kissed her head, “you won’t die.” When Mindy yelled out she’s over I grabbed Anika and told her not to look down. It took Anika a lot longer but when she was in Mindy’s arms I was about to climb on the latter when the door burst open.

Ghostface looked at me waving his knife, “you know my history Mr. Ghostface you know stabbing won’t kill me.” He raced for me and I quickly rolled between his legs and ran out the door he just broke. “BABE!” I could hear Sam screaming. I kept running until I was at the front door. “Don’t worry Y/N/N I have other plans for you,” I heard the voice changer then I felt a stab in my neck but I felt more like a needle. I slowly started to feel too tired to keep my eyes open. “Sleep Princess and when this is all over you’ll be mine,” I heard Quinn’s voice and I whimpered.

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I can’t tell how long I’ve been in here but I felt cold and wet every time the shocks from the last electrocution went down they’d just shock me again. All I can see is darkness and the smell of old popcorn. It’s gross and I just want Sammy here. But if here is where I die then I can 100% say I do not regret how I got here. I will never regret Sammy and my time together I just hope she doesn’t take it to bad when she finds my body… if she finds my body. Ghostface will show her though I know it.

Suddenly there was light and I whimpered shutting my eyes, “it’s time Cowgirl.” Ethan grinned at me with a knife in his hands. “C-cow-wgir-l-l?” I was shaking and my stutter is only getting worse. “Well you are from Texas aren’t they just a bunch of cowgirls down there,” Ethan lifted me up out of the chair. “Come on time to see the bitch who murderer my brother,” Ethan spat and dragged me out putting his mask back on. He was basically dragging me down the stairs and when we got to a big theatre I see Sam and Tara surrounded by Ghostfaces.

“Y/N!” Tara and Sammy yelled and I was pushed to my knees in front of them, “th-this is b-b-bett-tter fami-ily reunion t-the-en my f-firs-s-st o-ne.” I stuttered and the murder in Sam’s eyes is enough to burn this place to the ground. “What the fuck did you do to her!” Wayne chuckled, “just a bit of Electro shock therapy she needs to be the perfect partner after all and she can’t exactly do what she has been doing.”

“F-Fuc-ck y-you,” I spat and Wayne glared at me, “see such a mouth but what did she say about her mouth?” I paled and one of the Ghostface’s chuckled. Quinn. “She just needs the English language fucked out of her,” I flinch and Sammy growled, “you touch her and you’ll see how much of a Loomis I truly can be.” Wayne laughed, “we already have… see you killed my son… my eldest son… taking your whore isn’t enough of a punishment.”

“Dad-ddy is-s-ssues tim-mes two,” I stuttered and Ethan growled, “I don’t have Daddy Issues!” I smirked, “y-you the m-m-os-st.” Wayne growled, “stop that she is for your sister. She at least managed to kill someone.” Ethan took of his mask, “it wasn’t my fault she would be dead if Quinn didn’t want her so badly.” Quinn huffed taking off her mask, “why jealous cause not even your Alpha boyfriend wanted your pathetic ass instead he wanted to go after his lesbian best friend.” I grinned to myself finding so much enjoyment in their fighting. “ENOUGH YOU TWO! Fuck this is why Richie was better then you neither of you can do anything right,” Wayne spat and cocked his gun pointing at Sam and Tara.

“Any last words?” He growled and Sam stared into my eyes, “I will kill ever last one of them for you Baby Girl and then when I’m covered in Quinn’s blood I will fuck you without protection until there is a baby inside you.” Tara huffed and Quinn roared running at Sam who quickly put her in a headlock grabbed Quinn’s own knife staring at me as she stabbed Quinn in the gut then ripped the knife threw flesh blood until I reached her neck then Sammy pulled the knife out and her wounds were spurting out.

Ethan and Wayne yelled out as Quinn’s body dropped to the floor lifeless. Wayne raised his gun but Tara kicked it out of his hand having moved without either man noticing. Tara grabbed the gun and handed it to Sam who smirked, “what’s your favourite scary movie Detective Bailey?” The older man now had fear clear in his eyes, “Stab.” He whispered and Sam chuckled, “can these guys not watch another horror movie?”

Suddenly both men attacked Sam took on Wayne while Tara ran up to Ethan tackling him to the ground pressing a knife to his neck, “we went in order didn’t we. First your older brother. Sam slit her throat open until he was choking on his own blood. Second was your older sister who didn’t know to not touch what wasn’t hers. Well you saw what Sam did. Do you know that is one of the most painful ways to die? Now it’s you turn Ethan. Die a fucking virgin!” Tara growled and stabbed the knife into his mouth and threw the other side of his head.

I heard a chuckle from Sam and looked at her. She had Wayne staring at his kids, “look at that. No wife because you killed her and because of you all your kids are dead. No one else but you in your bloodline. I’ll tell you what I told your eldest son as I slit his throat. You don’t fuck with the daughter of a Serial killer.” Sammy shot him in the back of the head his last sight of his dead son underneath Tara.

“T-tha-at was h-h-hot-t,” I stuttered and Sammy went around shooting them all in the head again. When Sammy crouched next to me she cupped my face, “I thought you were dead.” She whispered and I shook my head and Tara sighed, “I’m just going to say it thank god for Quinn’s obsession with you.” I rolled my eyes and Sam growled picking me up bridle style, “come on let’s go get her check out.”

“So you know if she’s healthy enough to fuck your baby into her,” Tara teases and I blushed while Sam chuckled, “exactly. A promise is a promise baby girl.” Sam purred into my ear and I moaned and rested my head against her neck, “not com-mpl-lain-ning-g.”

#first post #sam carpenter x reader #scream #cross posted on ao3 #afab reader

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kino Ecstasy [09]

ー The scene starts on the emergency staircase of Kaminashi Tower

Male Ghoul A: ...So you have finally made up your resolve then?

Yuuri: ...Yes. I shall be the one to set Kino free.

Male Ghoul B: I see...

???: Has everything been made ready?

Richter? ...In that case, let us begin.

Yuuri: Yes. We are ready when you are.

Kino...

She will only provide temporary relief...

In the end, I am the only one who can truly save you...

*Flap flap flap*

Monologue

Ever since Yuuri-san and the Ravens have left us,

the inside of the manor,

has felt incredibly empty.

As of late,

Kino has not been doing much at all,

simply loafing around on the coach,

playing around on his phone.

Almost as if he was desperately trying,

to keep himself distracted.

ー The scene shifts to the living room of Kino’s manor

Yui: Hey, Kino-kun.

Kino: ...

Yui: ...Kino-kun?

Kino: Zzー... Zzー...

Yui: ( Seems like he’s asleep... )

Selection

→ Put a blanket on him (❦)

Yui: ( I’m pretty sure there’s a blanket somewhere around here... )

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Fond out. I’ll put this on him. )

Kino: Uu...Nn...

Yui: ...

*Rustle rustle*

*Cling*

Kino: Nn... Zzー ... Zzー ...

Yui: ( ...Is he asleep? Thank god... )

( Anyway, I’m pretty sure I heard something just now... )

→ Keep quiet

Yui: ( I’ll keep quiet so I don’t wake him up... )

Kino: Nn...Uuhn...Nn...

*Rustle rustle*

*Cling*

Yui: Hm? Something fell just now...

Yui: ( ...Is this ...? )

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Could this be...The key to the dungeon cell...? )

Kino: Zzー ... Zzー ...

Yui: ( We’re the only two people here right now... )

( I might be able to run away together with Ayato-kun... )

ー She runs towards the door

Yui: ( But...Would that truly be the best thing to do...? )

( If we run, Kino-kun will actually be all alone... )

...

( ...Anyway, I gotta let Ayato-kun out of his cell first. )

ー Yui leaves the room

Kino: ...

ー The scene shifts to the dungeon

Yui: ( I’ll be able to save Ayato-kun with this...! )

Kino: I see. Taking my key without my permission, huh? ...Not bad.

Yui: ...!

*Rustle*

Kino: What were you hoping to achieve by freeing Ayato from his cell? Run away together hand-in-hand?

I guess you’ll leave me at last as well.

Yui: ...

No, you’re wrong. I do want to let Ayato escape. But...

I plan on staying here.

Kino: Eh...?

Yui: I mean...There’s nobody else left.

So if I were to run away as well...You’d be all alone.

Kino: ...Excuse me? In other words, you’re sympathizing with me?

Yui: ( Sympathize...Do I? But... )

( I just...don’t want Kino-kun to have to be all alone... )

( I mean, I don’t think there’s anyone else more afraid of being lonely... )

...You’re right. Perhaps I am.

But...Nobody would want to be all alone, right? Neither do I...

That’s why I’ll stay here. With you.

Kino: Hm, I see. ...Fufu, if this happened a little while back, I might have just killed you right here, right now.

This whole time, I’ve lived absolutely dreading other people’s compassion.

But...Right now I don’t mind it, if that means you’ll stay here with me.

...I was kind of getting tired of my mobile games anyway.

I’m fed up with having to spend every day killing time by myself...

Yui: Kino-kun...

( I knew it... )

( Even though he said that it was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders... )

( He’s been sad about Yuuri and the others leaving, hasn’t he...? )

( However, he can’t be honest with himself... )

...Don’t worry. I won’t go anywhere.

Kino: ...

Monologue

As I spoke those words,

I grabbed Kino-kun’s hand.

Because I wanted to convey to him,

that he is not alone.

In response to my action,

Kino-kun made an expression (表情),

as if he had been taken somewhat by surprise.

However, the very next moment ...

he squeezed my hand back (握り返し).

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #lost eden #kino #diabolik lovers translation #lekinoecstasy9

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iknowimdespicableme · 5 months

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Voice like a drum, love like a melody

🍂A Baggenshield angst word vomit because I love them🪨

⚠️Warning⚠️

The Hobbit Spoilers and Major Character Death

Word Count: 1407

I have never said I am a perfect man. Polite to a fault, kind as often as I can, truthful when it exists out of the realm of my greed. I am not perfect, and I am well aware of many of my shortcomings as they have made themselves evident over the course of my life.

When I was just a young thing, my father caught me scruffing with a wild fox over a branch neither of us had ever seen before. We had no claim over it, we laid eyes on it at roughly the same time. And yet, we both believed we had a divine right to this dead appendage of a birch tree. My yelling alerted my father, a slender man with a larger brain than anyone. That fact nearly made up for his lack of labor ability. And yet, the fox and I were tired enough that he was able to pry us apart. We must’ve been exhausted, for my father lost the strength to carry me a few months before. I was furious with him for letting the fox get away, and he held me still from squirming. He asked me if I needed the stick. Although I yelled that I did, he knew there was no true reason as I couldn’t give him one. It was then he realized that my greediness of youth would likely follow me to my older years. So, he gave me a rule to hopefully quell or confine it.

“Never take someone else’s need for your wants.” He shook me and let me fall onto the dirty, thornful forest floor and that was the end of the discussion.

And I have followed this advice as often as the opportunity has presented itself. For this reason, I have held myself with the title of a humble man for a long time. I acknowledge that once a humble man announces this, he will lose said title. And, yet, I continue. Because I lost my humility two years ago. I have spent the last two years trying to rope it back to me, but it has eluded me. Finally, with the encouragement of memories of friends eating away at my mind, I have caved and will finally describe this moment in pen, in hopes that doing so will allow it to cease being described behind my eyes every waking moment; even further into my dreams.

He had a voice like the banging of a drum, deep and rolling as the ocean. For the longest time I felt as though love was the wrong word. It was more comfort than love, like a warm bath. He wore dark furs that covered him like scales cover a dragon or a vault covers a treasure. He strode with urgency, commanded with the bravery of a general, gazed at others with rarely a hint of kindness.

When trying to understand him, one must first understand the true language he spoke. His truest of intentions were not found in common or dwarvish, his face or his hands; but his eyes, oh, they held so much. They would stare at me so intensely across the campsite, I would think he was scolding me like an enemy. They would follow my every move, ready to sneer. If eyes could have killed back then, I would have been dead for decades by now.

Every step I took, I seemed to want his approval more and more. Like a river carving a mountain, slowly but surely I was adamant to convince him of one thing and one thing alone; that I deserved to be there. Among warriors and kings and the wisest of our time, I was just a humble hobbit who longed to be right and thirsted for a story to tell.

I quickly found that the task I had set for myself was impossible. There was nothing I could do for Thorin’s favor that would grant me it. The reason was very simple: It is impossible to convince someone of something that you yourself do not believe in.

This changed after our run in with the Orcs of the underground and our skirmish with the Living Mountain. Made to fend for myself after being separated from the group, I will say I even impressed myself with how I managed to escape. (However, my dear reader, that is a tale for another day.) In that moment, I felt surer than anything that I had proven myself. And that is when it began.

I began to see the sun reflect in his eyes, and began to see that he softened ever so slightly when he laid eyes on me. I saw that he began to really, truly see me; and I, him. On such a cold, treacherous journey, with so much left lying ahead of us, eye contact and conversations that felt like a spring afternoon were more than welcome. So, we hid during the day and shone like the sun at night, watching each other like how mortals watch stars.

We orbited one another like spinning magnets, like turning planets. It felt otherworldly, the admiration I could see him hold for me. Running from wargs and resting in glades blurred all the same, an underlying delight lightened everything. Suddenly, the room stopped when I opened my mouth. The world was brighter, laughter was louder, even anger didn’t last as long nor as bad.

I belonged among kings and warriors and wise ones. Not only because I was coming into my own, but also because I was now able to see that all these people of legends were also vulnerable and gay and excitable; and just like me.

Now, my dear reader, I am sure you are wondering when I lost my humility. I have been selfish in this writing, omitting what you are truly here for. For that, I apologize. But, please offer some sympathy to an old man, cursed to remember his life in a better light than it had truly ever shown. Over these many years I have found that the sun will never shine brighter than in a memory. But, I have held you in suspense long enough.

It was the battle of the five armies. Around me was chaos and bloodshed and fear and death. Something had been rifted between Thorin and I, about the arkenstone. A sickness had come over him, like how a dragon covers his treasure. The clouds blotted out the sun in his eyes, moving too erratically to reflect the love I once knew. Love still feels odd to say. But, it is the truth.

I hate to admit it, but I was embarrassed to have missed the entire battle. I was rendered unconscious quickly into the clash, and I woke up too late. I once confided in Balin and he asked what I thought I was late for. My chest ached and my eyes darted and he knew.

I was late to reach Thorin. Too late to protect him. Too late to call for a healer or take the blow instead. The nasty, nasty wound, killing my one love. My spring, my sun, my warmth. I threw myself over him, hands trembling and voice refusing to be used.

He grasped my arm like a vice and looked at me like a star. My mountain, my rock, he was slowly drifting away. His sturdy voice was telling me what we both knew, and then he was pulling me closer.

As the lips I had longed after for so long touched me so tenderly, as I finally reached the end of my journey to reach him, I could so keenly feel the cold of the world around me eating at my skin. I could hear every slash and clang of combat. He was kissing me with such a need.

And I was too late to kiss back with my want. By the time I returned the kiss, his lips were becoming as cold as the snow and his body went limp like a pile of rocks. And I lost him.

I am not a humble man. Friends I forged in the fire of danger, I left behind. I am selfish. I left his memory, his legacy, his love behind. Every night I laid in bed, trying to forget that Thorin died not knowing that I, Bilbo Baggens, man of so many faults and so much love, had kissed him back.

#lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #thorin x bilbo #bilbo baggins #the hobbit bilbo #bagginshield #baggenshield #im so silly #i need validation #give it to me #please #lotr fandom

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mister-snake · 9 days

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Hi, this is a random shit post, don't waste your time with it

So I've been feeling suicidal

It's not like I'm gonna do it or anything

But talking about it makes me cringe

It's like I can't picture a way to seek help that doesn't make me feel miserable

I think I'm scared to get the "victim" role

And I'm scared not to be taken seriously

I don't want to get attention

This is not a cry for help

I just don't particularly enjoy getting those intrusive suicidal thoughts

I mean I'm sure nobody would

But I just don't know how to make them go away

It's like my first reflex always is to get drunk

When I feel like this, I just go "Time for a drink!" and then I don't have to think anymore

It's like I'm just tossing things out my head for a little while

Also I didn't drink for a whole 5 days

Not by choice, but still, it's something

Can't help but to think it might be related

Maybe I am a coward

Maybe I need to escape and that's why the feelings got worse

Or maybe it's everything else that happened

I don't know anymore

I'm tired because by now I would've expected to be hurting less

Back then I was like "In a year, I'll feel better, I just have to go through it, keep myself busy, keep breathing at the very least"

And here I am and none of it did fade away

In fact, it just got worse

I'm just like

Can I really do it all over again

Pretend I'll feel better within a year

And for what, to feel worse than before, just like now?

I'm just tired

I'm not all impulsively suicidal or anything

Just numb

But in control

Control feels sickening nowadays

I know I wouldn't but I kinda miss the lack of control I used to have

It was not intentional, but at least I could let go, let it out

At least there was something to let out

I used to be so full of anger, but also will

Like I had something to fight for

Did I have something to fight for

I think I did, I had things to lose

And I mean I still have things to lose

But if I already lost myself, do I even have those things as mine anymore?

Or is it just

A facade, the ruins of memories based on who I used to be

I think I'd rather not find out

But it's already killing me anyway, because I feel like I know the answer

Maybe that's why it's so bad

Or fuck, maybe I am just overthinking everything

But overthinking means it's real to me, so is there really a difference

Fuck I just want to wake up and feel okay

Wake up and feel like getting up

Wake up without feeling like everything is pointless and I'm a burden

Wake up and feel fucking alive

Without hero, without happy pills, without somebody

Just be happy for the bare minimum, for being alive

I don't know how to make myself feel better

I don't know if I can even feel better

But the anxiety that it's creating is so real and overwhelming

And it's eating me up more every day

Maybe I am, losing it

What if I am, what then

It's gonna get worse

And I'll keep it up

And because I'm keeping it up, nobody will see it, nobody will care

I'm not okay with that, it's not what I want

But how can I do otherwise

I am not going to kill myself or try to just to get a break from reality

That's what dumb teens do

No offense to all dumb teens out there

I've been one once, not going there again

But what choices are left for me

It just feels like there's no way out

Anyway I should sleep

Maybe tomorrow morning it'll be all gone

Probably not

But maybe is still better then never

I'll take maybes for now

Goodnight

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lunalillyhbhb · 1 year

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Lea's home

Chapter 5

It's a pleasant Saturday, a gentle breeze brushes past my face. I wake up late with no intention of over exerting myself today, not in the slightest.

I don't have classes on Saturdays and the head maid has given me the day off. I intend to use every second of it to rest. God knows every fibre of my body could use it, given how frequently I've been pushing my heart of late. Most days it's Lea who pushes it, sometimes Mirin when she's feeling extra sweet, and on special occasions Mrs. Nicole would relish it. Almost every other day seems like gym training. I'm not complaining though, I just really want to rest for now.

The afternoon passes by lazily. I live by myself in a small apartment, equipped with a simple kitchen/dining room, a small hall room and a loft above for sleeping and studying.

I lay on my bed with my books and steth sprawled across, passively going through my notes for an upcoming CVS exam. The evening rolls around. I get tired and decide to treat myself to a small power nap.

I sleep for what feels like barely a minute. All of a sudden I wake up to my clock displaying 5:00 PM. Oh no, I'm late for work! The head maid is gonna kill me!

I quickly make myself presentable and run to Lea's home, heart pounding from the sudden overexcitation. I barely reach on time and get changed and begin my chores. I see Lea at home. Strange. She's usually never back home this early. She looks upset. Maybe I'll cheer her up later with her steth, I decide. She sees me from the corner of her eyes and whips to head to look at me, now looking even more upset. She motions to her room and angrily stomps inside, asking me to follow her in. I want to ease her thoughts but not in the middle of my work, that'd be too risky!

No I can't be like this. Lea is a very important person to my heart, if I can't risk this much for her then I'd be ashamed of myself.

I put aside my chores and step inside her room quietly, carefully closing the door behind so no one hears, and lock it. I turn around and am met with a weird surprise: Lea and Mirin looking ready to have a go at the other, standing in opposite corners of the room. Just what happened here? Did Mirin not do her chores well? I really can't think of any other reason. Lea points to her sofa directing me to sit there. I sense she is very impatient and close to exploding any moment now, and I don't want to be in the receiving end of that. I quickly plop down and sit in silence, watching my two heartbeat muses staring at each other.

Lea finally breaks the silence, looking directly at me like she's about to cry, "Was my heart not enough for you? What did I do wrong, was it my fault?"

I am genuinely confused now. "What do you mean Lea?". Mirin decides to join in, saying "Of course you weren't good enough. That's why she chose me! She chose me over you, why can't you just get over it??"

Mirin??? What's gotten over her? Does she want to get fired??

"Mirin, sweetie, pipe down a bit. Lea, explain to me what's going on? Help me understand!"

Lea slams her palm into her chest and cries "MY heart! I thought my heart was all you wanted and needed. But turns out I'm wrong, you're pampering Mirin's heart as well? Why? What more do you want me to do? You could've asked me anything and you KNOW I would've done everything in my power to give it to you, why go to HER???"

Ooh. I get the situation now. Lea and Mirin are jealous of each other.

Oh no, what do I do? I never thought it would play out like this, what should I do, what do I say? I want to hug Lea and cup her face, I want to stroke Mirin's head and tell her to calm down.

Mirin decides to become a smartass and throws oil in the fire- "You don't understand, you can never compare to my heart! Stop trying!!"

The sweet voice is no where to be found, Mirin now acting like a spoilt brat. Lea marches towards Mirin, grabs her hand and pushes it to her apex hard. "Feel that? My heart is 10 times stronger than yours! You can't even begin to compare!" As she says this, Mirin and I see her hand jumping with such amplitude I get jealous I'm not in Miri's place.

Mirin's face shifts and from previous experience I know she's amazed by it. But then she abruptly switches up, grabbing Lea's hand and pushing it into her small breast. I see Lea's hand jump slightly but quickly, pattering away to Mirin's pulsating heart. A few seconds of silence passes and I see Lea and Mirin pay close attention to each other. Lea starts getting agitated as apparent by her increasingly stronger heartbeat heaves and looks resolutely in Mirin's eyes.

"I know her heart the best, let her decide instead, right here, right now, between us both." And without waiting for Mirin to reply she marches up to me, grabs my head and smashes it into her pounding breast. I immediately close my eyes, letting the sound of her majestic heart thud deeply and fast in my ear, and I know it is beating for me. Before I can lose myself entirely, Mirin huffs and joins me on the sofa on my other side, leans into my other ear and arches her back, pushing her heart directly into my head.

My head fills with the cacophony of hearts, each thudding away uniquely, fighting against each other. I feel their hearts beating strongly against my face. I lose myself entirely, my mind fogging up and lip biting down, trying not to moan. My heart instantly starts pulsating so strongly, as if someone injected epinephrine into my veins. I am unable to think straight, and I know from the way my chest is rocking back and forth that my pump is begging to be touched, to be held. Lea and Mirin see my left breast vibrating more than before, and they are entranced by it. Lea reaches for my apex, and grabs my whole boob in her one hand, squeezing it firmly. The euphoric feeling of my heart fills Lea up and she grabs Mirin's hand as well, pushing it into my PMI, sharing in my rhythm. It's almost like in this moment both are working together, almost like they forgot this was a competition. I feel my pussy becoming increasingly warmer by the second, and my nipples pleading to be released from my shirt. Sensing my need, both my muses work in unison and unbutton my top, unhook my bra and throw it aside, and pull my skirt up to reveal my damp underwear.

Lea starts attacking my apex, digging her fingers into my chest as if trying to dig out my thumping vessel. Mirin focuses her efforts on my nipples, pinching and flicking it. They both start breathing harder and fast, my pants becoming mixed with their moans.

Suddenly we three hear a knock on the door and our eyes whip open in unison. I hear Lea and Miri's hearts thud with fear and anticipation, and their thudding is defeaning me.

The door opens and in walks the sexy Mrs. Nicole. She enters the room and closes the door behind her, locking it. Wait, I thought I had locked it earlier?

All 3 of us look anxiously at Mrs. Nicole, who's foxy eyes have narrowed into thin slits behind her glasses, her face a stern expression, turning me on even more. With her large tantalizing breasts visibly bobbing, she breaths in deeply and sighs out.

She walks slowly to me- "How dirty, what kind of shameful madness is this..... and how dare you do this without me?" her voice drops low and with quickness in her fingers her blouse and bra are off, her breasts out in the open. Lea and Mirin's heart kick up even more, and they watch Mrs. Nicole as they continue to play with my apex and nipples.

Mrs. Nicole bends down to my level, takes my hands to hers on either side, and aligns her nipples to mine and leans forward, initially rubbing the tips of our erect sensitive nipples against each other. I suck in a deep breath and whimper, shuddering breaths leaving my mouth in between haggard moans. My torso quivers and I'm finding it hard to hold my position.

Mrs. Nicole leans further in and now I can feel her heart hammering directly above my sternum, forcing my heart back into it's cage, trying to dominate me.

I am now a small prey being cornered by 3 beasts, all hungrily staring me down, hunting me, ready to eat me.

"You've been wet down there a while now, haven't you? Let me help you with that." Mrs. Nicole breathes huskily, she releases one of my hands and slips into my underwear, wet and dripping with pleasure. My heartbeat is felt in my pussy and my clit is so sensitive. Mrs. Nicole starts rubbing the lips slowly, coating her fingers through and through. My heart bangs hard and my chest starts hurting. I feel Lea also slip her finger into me, her other hand into herself. I can feel Mrs. Nicole and Lea inside me, both rubbing all my pleasure spots. Mirin joins in, her fingers finding their way into my slippery wet lips and into herself, her tongue hanging out like a dog panting after a run. My chest burns and tightens, my heart no longer making sense, as if someone stabbed epi directly into my cardiac muscle. I am being eaten alive by these carnal monsters and I am enjoying every second of this euphoric sensation. Mrs. Nicole brings her lips to mine and kisses me with a fiery passion, pushing her tongue down my throat, her breasts heaving heavily on me, nipples still furiously rubbing against each other. Mirin gets jealous and leans over and kisses Lea above my head and I feel all our hearts skip messily and sloppily. All four of us are a sweating mess, bodies tangled with each other. A wave of orgasm rolls over all of us, our hearts finally joined as a symphony of music in my ears and on my chest, haggard panting and heat filling the air:

Lea with her strong heart, thudding forcefully like a machine gun in my ears and moaning as she feels her heartbeat pounding in her wet mounds;

Mirin with her heart beating fast and deep like a caged butterfly, struggling to break free from its confines and her high pitched moaning;

Mrs. Nicole, her large breasts directly on mine, merging our bodies as one, her heart beating steadily with a deep bass as the mature strong woman she is, her low pitched moans sultry and erotic.

My heart gives out and starts beating erratically all over the place. I feel my sternum bounce and it hurts so bad. I feel the hot release of pure desire over and over again, all of us coming in unison.

I am sooo so close to reaching my climax, when I am suddenly pulled away from it all and my breath knocked out of me. Everything vanishes in a split second and I am surrounded in darkness.

In a moment of desperation I reach my hand out and-

My eyes open. Directly above me I see a familiar ceiling. The bed underneath me is wet and drenched in my sweat, my pants are soaked through and my breathing is staggered and short. My heart, as if still in the moment, continues beating painfully fast and irregular.

I quickly grab my steth and finish by myself on the bed.

It was all a dream.

The sensation of 4 heartbeats, simultaneously coming together..... it still lingers in my ears and body. This dream will consume my thoughts for a while, mourning the loss of what could've been.

And here I thought I wouldn't over exert myself today.

#female heartbeat #fast heartbeat #cardiophile fic #heartbeat fic

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