#when the nightmares came and shaking from memories. there was someone to know and comfort

[writer-room]

Isn't it fun how everyone saw what terrified them most, but Nya's was so "unbelievable" that she broke out instantly? She was shown the one thing that was supposed to terrify her, make her spiral. But of course it wasn't real. It's Jay. If there's one thing she never once doubted, its that Jay is absolutely smitten, so of course he'd never forget her. What a silly thing to think, to be afraid of. She went through so damn much for this boy, and him for her, and we know how she is. Wouldn't it be petrifying if all that work, all that emotional turmoil, that clawing for love, could be forgotten just like that? Its quite a feat, really, that she can finally be confident in knowing such a fear is irrational.

It was easy to break free from such a place. It was only ever meant to scare her, and she has nothing to be afraid of. Right?

[anonymityisfunwriter]

Once Upon A December

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Of all the things your heart used to know, things it years to remember, Bucky Barnes is at the top of that list.

A.N. - I feel like you guys just haven't been made aware, but one thing about me, I love a good musical.

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Bucky softly swallows the air that seems to get more sparse as he thinks, truly thinks, about his latest conclusion. "I just - I think it's time."

His hands fold together, he hunches over, barely able to tear his eyes off the ground.

"I can't tell you what to do here, Buck."

"I know."

"Do what you think is best."

"Best?" He bitterly chuckles. "There is no best. I just - I'm hurtin' the both of us by holding on. And I don't want to hurt her anymore."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me."

"I feel so guilty every time I look at her." Bucky lightly gasps for air. "And God, I - Sometimes, I think that maybe that's the reason I'm the only one she doesn't remember."

Steve grips Bucky's shoulder, "Buck... it wasn't your fault."

"How do I let her go?" Bucky brokenly whispers. "How do I mourn the love of my life when I know she's right there, she's alive?"

Steve finds himself at a loss for words. There was no answer. Nothing he could say. It was a truly impossible situation. "I'm so sorry."

He shakes his head, clearing his throat, "I should go talk to her."

"I think she was in your - in her room."

Bucky winces at the correction. It wasn't their room anymore. Now, it was your room. He'd given you the space to try to regain that void in your memory.

And yet, it's all so painfully familiar. It's muscle memory. Walking to your room. Knocking on your door. The only difference is now, it doesn't feel like coming home, it feels more like the procession to his own funeral.

"James..." Your tone is flat, unsure as you open the door. He hates the guilt glistening in your eyes. He sees it every time you look at him. He hates that he's the one that made you feel that way.

When it first happened, when he first realized that he was nothing but a blurry figure dancing through your memory, he tried telling you.

He tried filling every detail of your epic love story in your mind. He tried forcing himself back into your memories. Nothing brought back the look of love and adoration in your eyes.

He offers a heavy smile, "Hi. Can I come in?"

You nod, stepping away from the door to allow him into his former home. The place looks the same, with the notable exception of the traces of him.

You settle on the couch. He sits on the small loveseat, perpendicular to you. "How are you?"

He licks his lips, offering a small shrug, "I start therapy in a few days again."

"Oh."

"What about you?"

Your voice is far more curt than you intend, "I didn't remember anything if that's what you're asking."

His heart stammers, "No. That's not what I meant."

"Sorry, I didn't sleep very well. Not that it's an excuse."

"Nightmares?"

"Just the same one." You're not sure how much detail he cares to hear, but the way he waits for you to continue is almost a comfort. Your eyes squeeze shut as the memory plays on a loop. "I - I don't remember the mission. Just bits and pieces. I was alone. On the rooftop. And then I see the HYDRA agent's face. When they push me. That's where the nightmare starts... I fall. It's dark. I can hear someone screaming my name. And it's over."

"You weren't alone on the roof."

"What?"

"I was on the roof with you. We were scoping out the area. They came out of nowhere."

Your eyes widen. It clicks. The sound of the voice screaming after you. It almost perfectly matches the timbre of his voice. Only now, his voice sounded strained, tried. "You were screaming my name."

Bucky nods, "I jumped after you. I didn't make it in time. I found you laying in your own blood."

"I'm sorry, James."

He hates the sound of his name so formal leaving your mouth. He can't help himself as he speaks, "You never used to call me that."

"Oh?"

A sad smile tugs at the corner of Bucky's mouth, "You only called me James when you were upset. Or when I was annoying you."

A light chuckle leaves your lips, "What did I call you when you weren't annoying me?"

"Bucky. Buck." He shrugs. He swallows the knot forming in his throat, his voice wavering, "A lot of pet names. I pretended to hate it, but I didn't."

You look up to see tears shining in his eyes. His voice breaks as he continues on, "You called me Sarge when you were joking or being flirty."

You reach forward, squeezing his hand. A tight knot forms in your throat, "I'm sorry I can't be the girl you remember."

He looks down at the warmth of your hand resting on his. He's acutely aware that this is the first time you've initiated contact with him since you forgot him.

He swallows back his tears, "You didn't take off your ring."

"It didn't feel right to." You start sliding the ring off, "I should probably give it back."

He immediately stops you, "Keep the ring."

"Steve said it was your mother's. I couldn't."

He shakes his head, his heart clenching with pain, "I won't need it."

You rest your hand on your chest. Your heart yearns to remember him, to remember his place in your life. It was right there. Like a word on the tip of your tongue. You could feel the memory of him glowing in the recesses of your memory, glowing as dim as an ember.

You were so close, and yet, it wasn't enough. "I want to remember. I so badly do."

He stroke a stray hair out of your face. Sitting this close to you, he takes a long moment to memorize every detail. The slope of your nose. Your eyes. Your lips. He knows he'll never be this close to you again.

He had to stop hurting you. He had to stop hurting himself.

"I know."

You rest your forehead against him. It feels both so foreign and so familiar all at once.

"Can I - Can I kiss you?" he asks. "Just one last time."

You nod, your heart shattering at the sound of the hurt in his wavering voice.

His flesh hand rests against your cheek. Your breath shudders, dancing across his lips. His nose brushes against yours. Once. Twice. You find yourself leaning forward, closing the distance. His lips brush against yours hesitantly at first. You can't help but notice the way they mold against yours perfectly.

The song that vaguely echoed in the back of your mind gets louder and louder, echoing with thoughts of him. The memory of him rattles against your skull, begging you to remember.

Your hand moves from its place on the cushion to his shoulder. Slowly, it creeps down to rest just above his racing heart. You hum against his lips, pulling yourself away from him.

You look up at him, your eyes shining up at him like they once used to. "Bucky?"

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[shad0wvisi0n]

STORY ONE YOUR GUARDIAN

Summary: When SV4 gets his first ever nightmare he decides to pay his partner a night time visit for comfort.

Tags: Character Death, Blood, Hurt and comfort, Angst with happy ending, fluff,

AU Created by @b-r-i-n-g-x and @shygirl4991 All art belongs to the rightful artist do not repost Artist for chapter @b-r-i-n-g-x @lizaluvsthis Shout out to @alianarepasa our other lovely assistant!

WARNING: PLEASE READ SHADOW VISION CHAPTER 2 CONNECTIONS BEFORE READING THIS FIC!

SV3 landed on the ground hard dodging another attack, he felt a sharp pain on his ankles “No, oh no don't tell me i had to twist my ankle now!” Princess Peach roars, catching both guardian’s attention. SV4 looks around in a panic hearing the roast, he runs off to the direction of the sound. SV3 shakes his head as his eyes water, closing his eyes he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He opens his eyes in shock as he stares at the claw stabbing him, the claw pulls out hitting him again. It all happened so fast the guardian couldn't let out a sound, his tears falling as his mind filled with SV4. Princess Peach lets out one last roar before leaving the man on the floor, he gasps trying to move, trying to call out to someone.

SV4 frowns feeling nervous at the silence “SV3! SV3 where are you?!” As he walks through the woods he notices the floor. His eyes go wide as he realizes the floor was covered in static liquid, he runs following it. Panicking, the more of the liquid he saw until he reached the end of the line, he stopped walking as he began to shake his head “SV…3 you can't…” his eyes water as he ran to the man's body. There he saw SV3's eyes move to look at him, SV4 fell to his knees to hold his partner close to him “Hey you're okay..you're going to be okay this is nothing. I'm right here aren't i? I will always be by your side…so please stay by mine.” SV3 slowly moved his hand grabbing 4’s before dropping it, SV4 starts crying as he shakes SV3's body “Please…im sorry about the outfit…DON'T LEAVE ME!”

SV4 jumps up in his bed breathing heavily, quickly he touches his eye to feel the wrapping still on it. He let out a sigh of relief before frowning, he had to make sure that nothing happened to SV3. He opens the door and looks around the dark studio, he was surprised that the party Mr. Puzzles did was cleaned up so fast. Making sure the adware wasn't around he made his way to his partner's room, as he approached the orange door his heart started to race.

Flashes of his nightmare hit him, the lifeless eyes of the other man, the smell of his blood as he held him close. The nightmare felt too real, that's what made it hard for him to open the door.

He takes a deep breath and opens the door, the smell of fresh flowers hitting his nostrils. He couldn't help smiling at the familiar scent, slowly he walked into the room. There he saw the form he knew well, SV3 slept soundly in his bed causing a wave of relief to wash over the guardian. Knowing that the man was okay he turns to leave the room, his hand begins to shake as he holds the door knob.

 He looked at his hand confused before turning to SV3, he needed to remind himself it was a dream and nothing bad happened. Then SV3 started to move around in his bed, 4 freezes staring at his partner as his eyes slowly opened. SV3 sits up on his bed, his hair free from its constraints. 

SV4 held his breath, it wasn't everyday he saw the man with loose hair not to mention with no makeup. 3 stares at him confused “SV4? Am i dreaming or are you standing in my room, do you need more batteries?” hearing the question felt like a stab to his gut. If he wasn't such an idiot the man wouldn't have been in this mess in the first place, he felt his eye sting at the memory of their fight. Noticing something off, SV3 gets out of his bed putting on his robe, slowly he walks up to the man “4…are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, it's not like I came here cause I was worried for your dumbass.” as he blinks the tears escape. Seeing that SV4 was crying he slowly reaches out and grabs his hand, SV3 blushes as his heart raced at the contact. He gives a bright smile to his partner “Well if you did come for that, im okay!” 4 nods hearing the cheerful tone from his words. Slowly he intertwined his fingers with 3, seeing what SV4 did made his face go bright red. He lets out a cough thinking on what to do, he snaps his fingers as he brings SV4 closer to him. But before he could speak SV4 beat him to it “This might sound dumb…” 3 shakes his head “Nothing you say could be dumb, you can say anything.” 

With a nod SV4 continues “You know…never thought the smell of flowers could be so amazing, then you came into my life. The scent brings a strange comfort to me.” SV3's heart skipped a beat at his words, he wasn't sure what this odd feeling was. Perhaps the man was getting sick and wasn't as okay as he thought, the more he thought about it the more he felt his face warm up. SV4 sighs letting go of SV3's hand, he turns to the door and lets out a shaky breath “Well i'm going to my room, not sure why i even came here haha!” 

SV3 wraps his arms around 4 pulling him into a tight hug “Did you…have bad thoughts about what happened?” SV4 shakes as more tears escape, his voice cracks “No…it was about losing to a boss fight.” Hearing his voice break 3 kept holding him close, slowly losing his control he breaks down crying. He turns and hugs SV3, crying into his shoulder. SV3 rubs his back “It’s okay, I also had a nightmare…mine was that you saved me. But..the claw didn't hit your eye, you got hit in your chest…” 

They pull away from each other, SV4 sniffs as SV3 gently wipes the man's tears “I’m not going anywhere, I think today I learned it's best not to go on solo walks.” 4’s face goes serious as he nods, he then presses his forehead against SV3. He freezes eyes wide, nervous at what the man is doing, SV4 softly smiles at him “Don't take this the wrong way, got it?” With a nod SV4 continues “I make an oath to you, SV3 i swear on the power of the TV world i'm not just the guardian of television. But I’m your guardian too!” SV3 smiles brightly at him “And I make an oath to you, SV4 that with the power of the TV world I will protect you. Never again will I let you get hurt again!”  They let out small giggles before SV3 shyly looks at his bed, he lets go of SV4 and bites his lip. He watches as his partner turns to leave the room “WAIT!” 4 turn’s looking at SV3 confused, he points to his bed. SV4 looks at the bed then at SV3 still not understanding what the man wants, with sigh SV3 shyly speaks up “I don't want to sleep alone after that nightmare, can you stay the night?”

SV4 eyes go wide in surprise before looking at his bed, he shrugs and walks to the bed. The smell of flowers was stronger on the bed than anywhere else in the room, it made him wonder if his room had a smell too. He gets in the bed and pats the spot next to him, seeing this, 3 skips and jumps on his spot in the bed. They both softly smile at each other as they get under the blanket, gently SV3 reaches out and touches SV4 face “You're still a dummy for taking long to heal your wound.” SV4 chuckles as he cuddles up to SV3 making the man’s face blush  “Yeah but it was worth it, now you're a part of the channel. Box head cant say shit about you making content." Slowly he falls asleep, SV3 smiles and pets his head. “I feel guilty that your words make me so happy, I'm thankful you were created along with me.”  With that SV3 closed his eyes and enjoyed a night of peaceful rest knowing his partner was safe in his arms. 

[virescent-v]

I’ve always wanted to see a fic surrounding this: the aftermath of Emily’s rescue from Mr Scratch. Maybe a fluffy bath moment at home or sweet smut vibes?

Aftermath

A/N: Bestie! I loved this idea. Tbh, I had to watch that ep first because I had no idea who Mr Scratch was. I'm only on s5 of my watch through hahaha. But I watched it, and wrote this! I hope it does it some justice. I think this is really my first take at a hurt/comfort fic.

Word Count: 1.6k (I broke my less than 1k word challenge, oops) Warnings: honeslty, not too much. There is some slight smut tho.

You were told to wait at home. But the wait was excruciating. 

You hadn’t gotten many details from Penelope other than Emily had been kidnapped, drugged, and had gotten rescued. She was otherwise unharmed. You only knew that she was chasing a high profile psychopath; someone that had even Hotchner running into WITSEC. 

So, you were waiting. Impatiently. For your girlfriend to come home. So you could check her over yourself, especially since you knew she wasn’t going to be responsible and go to the hospital. 

You were broken out of your inner anxious ramblings by Emily stumbling through the front door, all but dropping her bags at her feet and practically running right to you. 

“Em,” you whispered, gathering her in your arms. You could feel her slightly shaking, the adrenaline of everything finally crashing on her. “You’re home, baby, and safe. You’re safe now,” you said, continuing to whisper sweet words to her, rubbing your hands on her back, helping to wear off some of the epinephrine coursing through her. 

You tried to pull away, so you could look at her, really look at her, but her arms shot out and grabbed you around your waist, pulling you even closer to her. Like she was trying to burrow into you. 

“Not yet,” she whispered, her nose dragging up the side of your neck, breathing in your perfume. 

“Okay, okay.” 

It takes a couple of minutes; you can feel Emily mouthing something against your skin, as if she’s trying to ground herself, reminding herself that she’s not with him anymore. Eventually, though, she loosens her grip on you, allowing you to look at her face for the first real time since she got home. 

When your eyes connect, you can see the tears shining in hers. You can feel the weight of her stare, silently communicating between the two of you. 

I almost died. 

But you didn’t, love. You’re home. 

You trail your hand up her arm, across her shoulder, and over her heart. 

You’re alive. You’re safe. 

As you tap your pointer finger on her chest in time with her heartbeat, she takes a shuddering breath, a few tears finally making their way down her cheek. She blinks a few times, not trying to hide the emotion escaping her, before taking a deep breath that seems to use all of her remaining energy. 

“Can- can we take a bath?” She asks, timidly. As if you would ever deny her anything. 

You don’t say anything. You just grasp her hand in yours and lead her to your bathroom. You sit her on the toilet, tucking some of her stray hair behind her ears. You reach over to your oversized tub, turning the water to just on the side of scalding. The temperature Emily prefers. 

As the tub fills, you watch Emily, rubbing your hands on her knees. She’s still occasionally shaking, but not as badly as when she came in. Her gaze isn’t focused on anything, worrying you that she might start receding back to memories from earlier. You know she’ll be hit with nightmares later, something you’ve dealt with before and know how to handle. You just want to prevent that for right now. 

Once the tub is full, you add some bath water oils, a eucalyptus smell. You’ve found that it’s better for keeping Emily calm over lavender or vanilla smells. 

You start to strip, placing your clothes in the hamper. Emily still isn’t focusing on anything, her eyes settled on her hands on her lap. She isn’t even registering that the bath is ready, so you approach her quietly. 

“Em, baby, the bath is ready. You need to get undressed.” 

Her eyes tracked up your body, but there wasn’t her normal heat in her gaze. Only as if she was making sure that it was really you. 

When your eyes connected, you had to stop yourself from gasping. Her eyes were turning red from trying not to cry, almost overflowing with unshed tears. 

You crouched down in front of her, your nude form not even a worry. You rubbed your thumbs across her cheeks, trying to get her to release her emotions. You’d take them from her if you could. 

Emily feels your thumbs rubbing back and forth, letting your love for her ground her to this moment. Eventually, she closes her eyes tight, all of the tears breaking free, and she starts to sob. She collapses into you, burrowing into your neck again. This time, you can hear her mumbling, wheels up, I’m home, wheels up, I’m home over and over again. A mantra. 

You give her a few minutes, letting her get out most of the current wave of emotion. You know it’ll hit her again later, likely many times, and you know you’ll take them all in stride. Anything for her. 

Another deep breath, another slow release from you. You reach over and grab some toilet paper, wiping at her teary, snotty face. You can tell she almost cracks a smile at the noise her nose makes when she blows it into the tissue; she’s slowly coming back to herself. 

After you toss the tissue in the trash, you grab the hem of her shirt. Tugging on it, Emily raises her arms, allowing you to undress her. There’s no sexual charge to your movements; this is purely emotional, intimate connection between you and your girl. 

You get in the tub first, spreading your legs so Emily can settle between them. Usually, she’s behind you, always pampering you. It’s only on rare occasions do you get to be the one caring for her, so you take pride in your movements, your ability to calm her when she most needs it. 

As she settles in front of you, you feel the last of her energy leave her. The hot water around you soothing sore muscles, easing her overworked nervous system. Her heart rate starts to slow, her breaths becoming deeper, slower, longer. 

While you know that her body is physically relaxing, you know that her mind is not. 

You never get the details of the case. She never wants to burden you with the gruesomeness of her job, doesn’t want you to worry more than you already do. Emily’s a profiler, can read anyone in the room and pinpoint their motives. But you’ve become an expert in Emily. 

You help her through the aftermath as best as you can, providing her with the space to unwind in whatever what she deems necessary - or whatever way her body deems necessary. Sometimes it’s a hot bath and a good meal, sometimes it’s body-wracking sobs on the couch, and sometimes it’s taking her to the local gym to spar with someone and let her anger out. 

You see sides of your girlfriend that you know no one else has or ever will. She’s a strong, independent person with walls taller than Everest. Somehow, you’ve managed to climb them, repel down them, and settle in. Emily let you settle in, let you unwind the barb wire around her heart. You’d protect it with your life. 

You start rubbing a soft cloth with your body wash across Emily’s body; she’s always taken comfort in your smell after a bad case. You make sure to go slow, not knowing what happened to her, not wanting to trigger anything unknowingly. 

As you reach her bent knees, you feel her flinch a little. You stop immediately, trying to check in with her again. She’s mouthing the same mantra: Wheels up, I’m home, wheels up…

“Em? Do your legs hurt?” 

A slight shake of her head. No pain, which likely means it’s something mentally. 

You continue slowly, letting her feel the cloth on her legs. “Open your eyes, Em. Your legs are okay.” 

You watch the side of her face, watch as her eyes blink open, watch as her eyes track your hands up and down her leg. 

Another deep, shuddering breath as you feel her relax back into you. She continues to watch your movements, her eyes growing more focused as they move back up her torso. 

“I need,” a whisper, caught in the dryness of her throat; she clears it before trying again. “I need you to touch me.” 

You release the cloth, notice it float away to the end of the tub. Your hands wrap around her, settling lower on her belly, resting there. You watch the side of her face again. “You sure?” 

You would never take advantage of her, not while she’s vulnerable. You’ve had this conversation before, about how sometimes after certain cases she just needs to feel connected to you, feel intertwined with something that is real.  

She turns to look at you, her nose brushing against yours as she whispers a strong, steady, “love me,” against your lips.  

She trails her hand to yours, interlocks your fingers, before bringing both of them down to her core. Interconnected, simultaneously, you start rubbing slow, steady circles on her clit, working her up easily, lovingly. 

Each brush of your fingers against her has her twitching, rolling her hips into your hands. Her head thrown back against your shoulder, you can see her feeling you, feeling your love for her. The only thing on her mind now is her, you, and the way that you make her feel. Each stroke of your fingers is a promise, a vow to protect her, keep her safe, love her. It’s a love letter of all of the things you wish you could voice, of all of the ways you care for her. 

As she nears her peak, your lips find her ear as you whisper over and over I love you, you’re home, I love you… 

Her back arches against you, her hips pressing more fully into your hand. You help her ride through the waves, gathering her in your arms as she settles back down. Your lips brush light kisses around her temple and cheek as she catches her breath. 

“I love you,” she says. “I’m home.”

[vibratingskull]

Yandere Thrawn x F!reader chapter 14

Yandere AU - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Tags : Yandere behaviors (duh), gaslighting, delusions, nightmare, manipulation, drug use

You wake up with a gasp. You tremble on the bed as you struggle to breathe. Your heart pounds in your chest like it would burst through. You rise on your elbow to help stabilize your erratic breathing, tears behind your eyes. 

They were here! Circling you with hunger in their eyes... Hunger to kill. Hunger for blood... Hunger to hurt. They stood taller than you, baring their teeth to you until one threw the first punch to your face. 

And now you are on the verge of a panic attack. 

You sniff, realizing nothing came to pull you back on the mattress and press itself against your back. Thrawn isn’t in bed with you. He must have left when you were deeply sleeping, someone must have called him on the bridge. 

You do not know if that comforts you or distraught you more... 

You look around the dark room. It is always so cold in here, but Thrawn’s body is so warm... You shake your head. You still have so much difficulty processing what is happening in your life lately. 

Your assaults, Thrawn unpredictable reactions, his... “treatment” for your problem, his soft caresses and terrifying red eyes... You feel on the verge of a precipice all the time. 

Your mind also always seems so... cloudy, so cluttered. It feels hard just to think with a clear head, you only hear white noises in your head, preventing you from thinking straight. 

You snigger. You remember Thrawn planning to use a drug with those effects to weaken enemies by infiltrating their air vents with small droid modules. He even bought stocks, and put them in the hangars, ready to be sent to the enemies. But it never happened in the end, they crumbled way before he had the occasion to test the drug...

Now that you think about it, you don’t even know what happened to this immense stock of tangerine powder on the Chimaera. He bought it a little fortune and didn't even get to witness his plan into action. You almost expected him to pout a little with disappointment. 

But he kept his expression cold and stern, as always. 

On your hand, this inconvenience is due to the hits you received to your head and skull. Thrawn gave you a rundown of your symptoms and medical consequences, your brain wasn’t damaged, simply... shaken. 

Not only your brain was shaken but your mind as well! Because... 

Since that day in the bath, since the day he touched you so... intimately you are plagued with dreams. 

Sinful dreams. 

You hate to admit it but you dreamed several times of his touch on you, of his long and skillful fingers dancing on your skin, entering you deep and well and... 

You shake your head, chasing the lewd thoughts away, you are so confused lately. No need to add pining and sexual tension to all that mess... Especially since you can’t decide if they are dreams or nightmares, everything is so confusing... 

You sigh, your head in your hand. Slowly, sneakily, the memories of your nightmare push forward to the forefront of your mind, making you shiver. 

You turn to your bedside table to light the bedside lamp. Your hand falls on the naked furniture, empty under the light. Where is your sketchbook? You are confident you left it on the bedside table... 

Did you leave it in the living room? You grumble, leaving the bed clumsily and inelegantly jumping towards the door. Damned cast! 

The door slides open, revealing Thrawn slouching on the sofa, sipping a cup of caff and leafing through your sketchbook under a little light, leaving the rest of the room in complete darkness. He raises his head at the sound of the door, his eyes catching your form on precarious balance, leaning against the doorframe. 

You look back at him, your conflicted emotions and sentiments washing over you once again as you lay your eyes on him. Each time he enters your field of vision, lewd memories come swarming you, drying your mouth, putting you on edge. 

Terrifying you and exciting you at the same time. 

“Is there a problem, Ch’acah?” Thrawn asks softly, setting your book on the tea table to stand on his feet, ready to access any of your demands. “I was searching for my sketchbook.” You explain. “At this hour?” He tilts his head with a light grin. 

You purse your lips. Until now he always asked permission to look into your book. He never just took it while your back was turned. It displeases you... 

“I want it.” You curtly respond. 

You think you see his hands rolling into fists for a split second before seizing the book and coming to you. He hands it to you and you harshly take it from him, pressing it against your chest in a soothing manner. 

He doesn’t formalize himself, his red eyes narrowing slightly. “What is wrong, Ch’acah?” He asks low and gently, “Why are you awake at this hour of the night?”, “Why are YOU awake?” you respond deadpan, “I am not in remission.” He counters, “Speak to me.” 

You gulp, your nightmare is still vivid in your head, and the memory of his caresses is still on your skin. You dig your nails into the cover of the book, lowering your head, “I just had a nightmare.” 

Thrawn unclasps his hands behind his back, one of them coming to gently tilt your head up, forcing you to look at him, “Tell me about it.” He invites. “There is nothing to say, really. Do not bother with it.” you try to cut the conversation short. 

He inhales deeply, detailing your face with his blazing gaze. “You can tell me everything, Ch’acah.”, “Its... It’s stupid. You have more important matters to take care of.”, “Not at all. Whatever you might have weighing on your heart, I can bear it. You can confide in me.” His hold on your chin releases to cup your cheek in his warm palm. You remain silent. 

Before your mutism, he suddenly grabs your hips and lifts you up bridal style. For a split second you are terrified he will bring you to bed with him for another... “treatment” session. But he heads toward the couch. Instead of making you sit on the sofa, he sits down and places you on his lap. You shudder once, slightly on edge. 

He caresses a strand of hair behind your ear with the tip of his fingers and presses you against himself, “Tell me everything.” He reiterates, caressing your hair tenderly. 

You dig your nails in your shorts. Words disappear in your throat, getting lost before reaching your lips. He patiently awaits, caressing you softly, pressing his cheek against the top of your head, holding you tight but also delicately, like he was afraid you would explode if he squeezed too much... 

“I dreamed about... my assault.” You start, “They were all around me, I had nowhere to escape.” He hums in response, signaling that he is listening to you, letting you speak at your own pace. 

You are so confused, by everything. By Thrawn, by your own mind, by your entire life that seemed to have completely derailed... You gasp, a single tremor shaking your body. “I am so afraid...”, “It is perfectly natural.” Thrawn validates you, “You lived through a very traumatic moment, it is not at all surprising. You need time and isolation to build yourself back up. You need protection and care.” 

“Did you find the culprits?” you ask with a little voice, “I did.” he confirms, kissing the top of your head. “What was their sentence?”, “There was none.” He lets you know. 

You part from him, incredulity in your eyes, “What...?” 

Thrawn’s knuckles come grazing your cheek as he devours you with his gaze. “They think I did not bust them.” He says, “They think they escaped my watch and are off the hook. I am simply awaiting the best moment to strike.” He grins tightly. 

“Why not just get done with it?” you inquire confused, “They hurt you. They dared to lay their hands on you. They deserve an explementary punishment. I will make them pay, every one of them. One by one.” He promises lowly, his blazing eyes deep into yours, hypnotizing you, “They will not escape justice, Ch’acah. You will be avenged.” 

You blink several times at his words. “Why go so far? Why not just apply the Empire’s sentence?”. He lowly chuckles, amused, as he shakes his head lightly, “Their offense is way too grave. And the sentences will be as dire as their acts.”  

You frown “Are you going to beat them into a pulp?” you investigate, slightly curious, slightly sarcastic. “Would it please you?” he asks seriously. 

You consider him, at a loss for words. What kind of question is that? He presses his forehead against yours, his rubies clear with absolute determination like you always knew him, “Does the idea of me beating them up as they did to you appease you?” he inquires. 

“Thrawn...” You finally utter after several seconds of shock “I was joking. Of course, I do not want that !’’, ‘’Then what do you want?’’ he breathes deeply, red haunting eyes fixed on yours, ‘’I can give you everything.’’ 

‘’I… I just want justice to be executed properly ! I am sure the Empire’s sentences are more than adequate !’’ You explain. He isn’t seriously proposing to catch them all and beat them til he breaks their bones? Is he ?! 

Thrawn considers you in silence, squinting slightly before he pulls your head back in the crook of his muscular neck, “You are too sweet, Ch’acah, too forgiving.’’, ‘’ I did not forgive anything,” you growl “But senseless beating is not justice !’’ 

You feel him brush his cheek on the top of your head with a pleased sigh ‘’Do not worry, Ch’acah. Everything is under my control. Soon, I will serve them justice, do not fret.”, “All right...” you mumble, a little shaken. 

He kisses your head again, caressing your back and naked arm soothingly. 

You prefer him like that... You are still not used to being intimate with him despite his best efforts. Since that time in the tub two weeks ago he didn’t try anything more but he held you tighter at night, giving you kisses freely on your cheeks and forehead while purring subtly.

He kept offering chocolate cake, massaging your sore body, and carrying you around in his arms as he used to. And yes... He kept bathing you... 

He keeps being gentle with you but do not hesitate to kiss your palm and arm when he lathers it up with shower gel and body cream. He tresses your hair in intricate braids, files your nails expertly, and even insists on helping you put on some nail polish. You only let him do your valid hand and you are quite sore to admit he did a better job applying the colorful paint than you did... Ever. 

He keeps helping you to eat sometimes, but you are getting better every day! He keeps dressing you and even helps you brush your teeth when you suddenly get too tired at night. He likes to keep you awake late at night, speaking of everything and absolutely nothing, and wakes you up very early when he has to go to the bridge. In fact, you feel like you are a bit sleep-deprived and have to sleep through the day, only awakening when Thrawn comes back to the suite. 

His stern face illuminates with a tight grin when he sees you after a long day of work, and his eyes shine brighter than usual. You have difficulty seeing his pupils when they shine like that and it illuminates his... gorgeous face beautifully. 

And when he gets... cuddly, you feel more at ease, or at least less tense. He holds you tight in his arms to hug you, peppering kisses on your face or hair, cradling you gently, sharing his body's warmth with you. 

Are you slowly accepting your circumstances? It appears you are... Very slowly, but it is apparently the path you took. 

“You wished to sketch your worries away?” He inquires in a whisper. “Yes.” You admit, “It helps me calm down.”, “Art is a powerful therapeutic tool.” He approves, “Numerous studies proved the benefits of art for patients.” 

He gently lays you down on the sofa and stands up. He lights up the living room with a dim but intimate light and puts on some soft music. You raise an eyebrow, “Is that...?”, “Your favorite band? Indeed. Music helps the creative process.”  

You look at him preparing something in a mug before laying your eyes on your sketchbook...  

What did he see in it? 

You yawn, closing your eyes and making your spine pop satisfyingly. When you reopen your eyes Thrawn lays a fuming cup of hot cocoa with a generous amount of orange whipped cream floating at the surface and a plate of biscuits, each more appetizing than the other. He takes a stylus out of his pocket to hand it to you. 

He sits down next to you, lays a small pillow on his lap, and pats it, looking at you with a small lopsided grin, “Make yourself comfortable.” He invites. 

“On your laps?” you investigate with an embarrassed chuckle. “Why not? We are both awake, you want to draw and I need to look some files up, why not make the most of it?” 

It’s all right... You guess. 

You lay your head on the pillow and Thrawn’s hand comes caressing your cheeks and forehead gently. He looks at you sternly, but his knuckles graze your smooth skin so delicately. You smile a bit, or at least you try, feeling embarrassed to be scrutinized like that. He tilts his head slightly with a short snigger, his thumb fondling your cheekbone. “Are you good?” He asks. You nod hurriedly, “Wonderful.”  

And his eyes leave your face to turn to the screen of his datapad. His hand, however, remains around your face to give it sweet attention. 

You fold your valid leg up to give support to your sketchbook and start doodling. It is still difficult with only one hand if only to keep the book open. 

You both remain silent for 15 minutes, focused on your respective tasks, but Thrawn never ceases to caress your skin. “Doesn’t the music trouble you?” you ask out of the blue, raising your eyes to him. 

“No, it is all right.” He turns his head down towards you, “I thank you for your concerns, Ch’acah.”  

Ch’acah 

Friend... 

“Ch’acah?” You ask. He hums in response, drawing sweet circles in your skin, “Yes, ch’eo Ch’acah?”, “Do you like it? When I refer to you as such?”  

His eyes lay on you, and for a split second his glance is deadly cold, scrutinizing you like you were a culprit on a crime scene, tenderness in his gaze nowhere to be found. Your eyes round up in surprise and you feel your heart beating faster. 

And as quick as they appeared, the coldness and dark intents disappeared in a warm and comforting red glow, a single chuckle coming to shake his chest, ‘’I love it.’’ He responds, booping your nose playfully.

‘’A-all right…’’ you gulp, unsure of what you just witnessed. He keeps his glance on you, gauging you up and down but keeps on with the soft caresses, ‘’You should drink your chocolate before it gets cold, (Y/n), I added a bit of spice to help you sleep.’’, ‘’You added what ?’’ 

He looks down at you, ‘’It is a therapeutic spice. It helps to soothe and calm down anxiety. It is a perfectly legal spice you can find in any Imperial pharmacy.’’, ‘’Oh… okay.’’ You relax, ‘’I did not know you had therapeutic spices in your suite, are you anxious ?’’ You ask, taking his large hand in yours to gently squeeze it. ‘’Not at all, Ch’acah. I ordered the spice for you, to help you relax and sleep peacefully for your recovery. No need to worry for me.” He brings your hand to his lips to gently kiss it, ‘’Drink and eat a little bit, you will feel better.’’ 

You put your sketchbook down on the tea table to take the fuming cup, full to the brim with whipped cream, you take a sip, only for your nose to dip in the cream with the angle, ‘’Oh !’’ you laugh, ‘’It is snowing !’’ 

Thrawn shakes his head with a snarky smile ‘’Are you not a bit clumsy ?’’. You stick your tongue at him, ‘’Hey ! I only have one hand.’’, ‘’Indeed, I’ll help you eat the cream before your entire face is covered.”  

“No.” You decide, raising in a sitting position with some difficulties, “I will do it myself, admire my technique” You put the cup on the coffee table and take a spoonful of cream to eat it... Only for it to fall on the ground. 

“Maker.” You grouse, “I swear this is a conspiracy!” You try to detach a sheet of paper towel with only one hand and obviously do not succeed. Thrawn seizes the paper towel and swipes the cream himself. 

“I am sorry...” You finally admit after he stood up to throw the paper away. “What for?” He asks coming back to you, “Dirtying up my floor?” He grins. You wince, “Yes.”. He shakes his head, taking the cup full of cream with the spoon, he takes a new spoonful, blows the steam away, and looks back at you with his satisfied little grin. 

“I said no.” You bloke him. He tilts his head squinting, “I think you just prove you could not do it yourself.” You snarl, flashing your teeth, “Can you understand how humiliating it is?” 

“There is absolutely no need to feel humiliated. You simply need a bit of help.”,” Then lets switch places!” You insolently propose. He squints at you, his smile dying, “What do you mean?”, “If there is nothing humiliating you will not object to me feeding you a bit?” You insist.  

See how he likes it when he is on the receiving hand of that treatment! 

He details your face in silence with his signature stern expression... Before chuckling.  

“But of course, Ch’acah. If it eases your dispositions next time I help you eat, I have no objection to eating from your delicate hand.” He seizes the biscuit platter and hands it to you for you to choose one. You gauge him, at a loss for words. Is he serious right now? 

You take one biscuit with some marmalade between two fingers and approach it from his mouth, he very gently takes your hand in his and bites down at its middle, cracking it in two. You gulp at the sight of his long white teeth, longer than human teeth... You feel a weird tension in your neck at their sight, a strange burning sensation spreads from a precise point at the crook of your neck. You roll your shoulder, trying to get rid of the sensation. 

“Do you need a massage?” Thrawn asks, swiping some crumbs off his lips with his thumb. “No... It's just a weird sensation, but it already disappeared.” You reassure him, he looks at you as his lips wrap around your fingers to get the remaining biscuit. 

You gasp in surprise and try to take your hand away but his grip tightens, keeping you there. He sucks on your finger and laps at them, “You are a messy girl, putting marmalade on your fingers like that.” He purrs. He thoroughly licks them clean, keeping you locked in his iron grip. He licks his lips with a satiated expression when he finally releases your hand free. 

You are absolutely boiling from embarrassment while he looks pretty satisfied. He gestures to the plate, “Another one, Ch’acah?” He teases. “...No.” You shake your head, pressing your valid hand on your chest. “A pity.” He lays the plate on the table and takes the cup again, “You have a medicinal hot cocoa to drink, cheo visit.” He remembers you. 

You purse your lips, your taunt failed and he is about to have his way again! You grumble silently before seizing the spoon with cream and lifting it to his mouth. By reflex he moves back, frowning at the creamy treat before relaxing, “This is for you, (Y/n).”, “I know. Just one! To please me.” You coo. His burning gaze travels from the spoon to your honeyed expression before shaking his head too, “The medicine is in the cream.” he explains, “Oh? That’s why it is orange and not white.” you exclaim before pushing it to him again. 

This time you hear a low growl emanating from him. You raise an eyebrow, refusing to back down. “This is to help you sleep.” He explains, “Well, I think you should take some...” You turn your bust toward the chrono of the counter, “It is 2:30, sir. Why were you awake at that hour?” You bite back. 

His nostril flares. “In that case...” and without warning he grabs the back of your head and pulls you to him. You yelp, almost falling on him, as he licks the cream off the tip of your nose with a loud kiss. He gives a taunting lick before releasing you. “Delectable.” and before you can protest at this outrageous gesture he takes the spoon and eats the cream before looking at you with fire in his eyes, “Satisfied my dear?” 

“You..! What was that?!” You fume, beyond embarrassed now. He flashes his canine to you as he boops your nose, “I simply acceded your childish demand on my own terms.” he says with contempt and amusement, “Now, are you willing to drink your medicinal treat and let me help?” 

You fulminate in silence. Once again he turned the table to his advantage!  

You let him feed you again, rationalizing that the less fussy you are, the quicker it will end. Once all the cream is finished he delicately gives you the cup to drink the hot cocoa at your pace. “Your face is red hot.” He notes, “Do you have a fever?” 

‘No, it’s your fault!’ you want to respond but keep quiet. You are not about to reveal such a thing. 

“It’s the cocoa...” You mumble between your teeth, sipping your drink. He contemplates you before sadly smiling, his knuckles coming to gently brush your cheek, “I know it displeases you, Ch’acah. But it is a necessary evil for now. I am trying to help you, do you understand?”

You want to bite back, but... His eyes look at you with such fondness... He disarms you so easily... 

You swallow back your ire and tiredly nod, “Yes, I do... Ch’acah...” 

His smile stretches ever so slightly and he leans forward to kiss your forehead, his thumb brushing your cheekbone, “Drink, cheo visit. Sleep will embrace you soon enough.” 

Thrawn refocuses on his datapad, patiently awaiting for it to take effect. You silently sip your hot drink before you do something that he did not anticipate, at least not so soon! You shyly come to press yourself against him, nudging at his side, looking up at him with a sorry expression, “I am a bit cold.” You explain. He nods, his arm circling your shoulders to keep you there, “Make yourself comfortable, Ch’acah.” He invites, his heart beating furiously while his expression is perfectly controlled. 

You yawn a big time before pressing your mouth shut, “Sorry, it is impolite.”, “Do not bother with that.” He speaks softly, his hand brushing your shoulder tenderly, “But I am so... sleepy, suddenly...”, ”It is the medication, do not fight it, Ch’acah. Welcome it.” 

It takes very little time to take effect and Thrawn has just the reflex to take the cup from you when you fully lose consciousness, falling on his lap. He remains still, contemplating your vulnerable form; brushing a strand of hair behind your cute ear. He cups your form in his strong arms and lifts you up, carrying you to his large bed where he lays you down carefully. You weakly moan as he parts from you, depriving you of his warmth. He takes your hand that he kisses reverently, admiring your peaceful face with love constricting his heart so much he feels physical pain. 

“Sleep, my love. I am here to watch over you.” He whispers lowly. He heads toward the bathroom and lifts the lid of the toilet, putting two fingers deep down his throat and making himself puke, eliminating the little quantity of drug in his system. Not that what he ate would drastically affect his organism, but he prefers to not take any risk. He brushes his teeth clean with your stolen brush and comes to lean against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he looks at you, on top of the covers in your little pajama that he specially chose... 

Warrior, you are so beautiful... If he isn’t careful you invade his entire mind making him forget the reasons he came all the way here, in this Empire. He wished he had more time to discuss with you, about anything, he wants to hear your opinion on every subject as grave or inconsequential as they might be! Your judgment has always been a source of inspiration for him, even when you disagree he tries his best to see things from your point of view, to understand you better...

He perks his ears, listening to the feeble breath escaping your delicious mouth that he wishes to kiss every day... 

He silently praises his self-control.  

You almost interrupted a very private moment between him, your sketchbook, and his hand, but he ultimately decided against it. But now, it comes titillating him back, and your vulnerable and defenseless form is not helping... 

He sniggers at himself. Look at him, his muscles rolling under his skin and his breath deepening at the simple thought of grazing your soft skin... 

He loves looking at you sleeping, when you are in slumbers he can do anything his heart so desires... 

But he remained reasonable. After this delicious bathing session, he did not touch you inappropriately once, despite the cries of his burning flesh. He found solace in hugging you tight at night to share his higher body temperature with your trembling self. 

But tonight, he feels like being selfish. After all, you tempt him everyday, days and nights and take advantage of his good care. He can take a slice of the cake too... 

He approaches the bed again, letting the tip of his fingers caress the smooth skin of your naked leg. He opens a drawer to take out his personal imager, where he stores his latest pics of you. 

He has several backups on different flash drives and hard drives. He scrolls through his collection, admiring you from every angle. Your body was terribly wounded and wrapped in bandages, but now he took some off of you, he has more... access. 

He smiles tightly and leans over you to unbutton your top, already bursting with ideas for new delectable pictures...

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𓅨 Love in the Dark: Chapter Nine

Love in the Dark: You discover an intense connection with a dream lover, yearning for a love beyond physical appearances. As your encounters blur the lines between the waking world and the Dreaming, your grapple with the complexities of desire, friendship, and mortality. Can you truly love in the dark?

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x NAMEDFem!Reader.

Word Count: ~6.6k

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The warmth of the palace sitting room envelops you, the familiar scent of old books and tea a comforting presence you’ve long since come to adore. You settle into one of the plush armchairs, your body sinking into the soft cushions as Fēlix busies himself with the tea.

"You've been spending quite some time in the waking world," Fēlix comments, pouring a cup of steaming tea for you. His eyes are curious, almost mischievous as they meet yours.

"I'm from there, remember?" You point out with a small chuckle. Fēlix pouts.

"Well I know that," he says with a tone of 'duh' in his voice. "But you clearly enjoy being in the Dreaming more. So why don't you tell me more about what you've been up to that I am not already aware of."

"I went on a date." You state softly, your eyes flickering to one of the windows to enjoy the view. Fēlix's eyes grow wide as saucers and the cardinal compass on his chest glows with excitement.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense," Fēlix leans forward, eyes glimmering with curiosity. "How was it?"

"Disastrous," you admit, setting your cup down with a sigh. "He ordered everything for me, talked about himself non-stop. When I made it clear it wasn't going to work, he blew up. Called me all sorts of names."

Fēlix's eyes widen in shock. "No! What a cad. How did you manage to sit through the entire evening?"

"I didn't," you say, leaning back into the chair. "I left before dessert arrived and a nice sense of accomplishment after I dumped my wine on his head. Waste of a surprisingly good vino but I was at my wits end listening to him insult me and women in general."

Fēlix's face distorts into a grimace as if he's just tasted something sour. "Sounds like a complete nightmare," he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "I know actual nightmares that would grovel at the feet of any woman they find remotely attractive. I mean, how dare he? Ordering everything for you as if you're incapable of deciding for yourself and a salad? That's like mean girl's dating manual for men, bad."

You snort your next sip of tea and it burns in your nose as you cough, but that doesn't stop Fēlix from continuing his tirade.

"And don't get me started on his ego," he continues, clearly on a roll. "Sounds like he's got enough hot air to inflate a parade float and then some. I'd rather listen to Matthew crow about his shiny feathers all day than endure a dinner with such a boor."

You chuckle, feeling lighter at Fēlix's animated ranting. He always knows how to lighten the mood, one of the many things you appreciate about him.

"So what did you do after your grand exit?" Fēlix asks, looking at you expectantly. His gaze is soft and understanding, like he already knows you've had a tough time.

"I went home," you admit, the memory of your lonely apartment filling your mind. "I didn't even bother with a glass." You add, recalling the cool touch of the wine bottle against your lips. "Drank the entire bottle."

"Gods, babe," Fēlix winced, knowing when you went that far it had to be bad. "Tell me your dream man rescued you that night."

"He was... agitated," you start, trying to find the right words to describe his reaction. "When I came back to the Dreaming that night, he snuck up on me and made some accusations… which weren't entirely false."

Fēlix leans forward, hanging on your every word to a point that even his floating hair was standing on end in anticipation. You take a deep breath and continue.

"He asked me if I really sought out love from someone else," you explain, feeling a familiar ache in your chest. "He sounded hurt, almost betrayed. Also somewhat pissed." You take a deep breath, feeling your chest tighten with the memory. "I reminded him of what he'd said to me about not belonging in the Dreaming."

Fēlix's eyes are soft with understanding as he reaches across the table, offering his hand for you to take. You do, squeezing it lightly as you continue.

"I told him that no one has made me feel the way he does," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. "That he's the only one who makes me happy."

"And?" Fēlix prompts gently, his grip on your hand firm and reassuring.

"He... he apologized," you say, the memory bringing a soft smile to your lips. "He told me he only meant that he didn't want me to miss out on opportunities in the real world. That he wants me to be happy, wherever I am."

"And?" Fēlix prompted yet again, perched on the edge of his seat.

"And then we had smoking hot make up sex right after I greedily sucked his cock." You tell him with a frank expression on your face. Like Fēlix expects any other result after an argument between you and your dream man? As you sit there in the plush armchair, Fēlix's infectious laughter fills the room, bouncing off the tall bookshelves and high ceiling. His eyes twinkle with mirth, and you can't help but join in, his laughter contagious. The sound of your combined laughter echoes in the sitting room, filling it with a sense of warmth opposed to the almost somber atmosphere it had started with.

"You really know how to live your best life in the Dreaming, don't you?" Fēlix chuckles, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I must say, I never thought I'd see the day when a human would be the one teaching me about drama."

Your cheeks flush with warmth at his words. "Well, I'm glad I could be of service," you respond playfully. "Just don't go spreading my sexcapade tales around the Dreaming."

"Your secret's safe with me," he assures you with a wink.

Walking alongside Fēlix and his nymph girlfriend, Petunia, the halls of the palace echo with their light-hearted chatter, a stark contrast to the usual somber atmosphere. Petunia's lilting laughter fills the air, her hand resting lightly on Fēlix's arm. Every now and then, she glances up at him with such adoration that it makes your heart swell. Fēlix looks at her with a softness in his eyes that you rarely see, a stark contrast to his usual mischief, and it’s like witnessing a different side of him—one that feels almost sacred.

You feel a happy warmth spreading through your chest at the sight of them, a happiness that seeps into your very bones. It’s infectious, soothing the edges of your own worries and making you forget your own troubles. The way they move in harmony, effortlessly attuned to each other, fills you with a sense of peace. For a moment, you allow yourself to be swept away by their infectious happiness, letting it envelop you like a cozy blanket against the chill of your uncertainties.

"You look like you've got something on your mind," Petunia says, her voice gentle as a summer breeze. Her eyes meet yours, filled with genuine concern.

"I'm fine," you reply, offering a small smile. "Just... thinking about everything."

"Everything?" Fēlix chimes in, raising an eyebrow. "Or someone?"

Your cheeks heat up at his insinuation, but you don't dignify it with a response. Instead, you focus on the intricate patterns of the marble floor beneath your feet.

"Leave her alone," Petunia scolds Fēlix playfully, nudging him with her elbow. "She's allowed to have her thoughts without your constant teasing."

Fēlix feigns hurt, clutching his chest dramatically. "Oh, how you wound me! But fine, I'll be good... for now."

You chuckle at their antics, grateful for the distraction. The truth is, your mind keeps drifting back to him and the confusing whirlwind of emotions he stirs within you. Your relationship is getting to be more hot and cold, and that worried you. As you turn a corner, you nearly collide with Matthew. He flaps his wings in surprise, cawing indignantly.

"Watch where you're going!" he squawks, ruffling his feathers. "Almost made me drop this book!" Your eyes drop to his feet to find a leather bound book dangling from a strap.

"Sorry, Matthew," you apologize quickly, trying to suppress a laugh at his flustered state.

"What's got you in such a rush?" Matthew eyes you suspiciously before his gaze shifts to Fēlix and Petunia. "Ah, I see. The gossip trio is on the move."

"We're not gossiping," you protest with a sniff, knowing full well that Fēlix's curiosity about your dream lover has been a hot topic lately.

"Right," Matthew drawls sarcastically before hopping onto Petunia's shoulder. "And I'm not a raven."

"No, you're just jealous that you aren't with us to listen in." You shoot back in correction. Matthew sputtered and puffs his feathers in indignation. Petunia giggles softly as she strokes Matthew's feathers soothingly.

"Come on now, let's not gang up on Kora." Matthew sighs dramatically but relents, settling comfortably on Petunia's shoulder.

"So," Fēlix starts again as you resume walking down the corridor. "Any plans for tonight?"

You hesitate for a moment to think, before answering. "I was thinking of going to the swamp to participate in the mud fight with the kelpies"

Petunia's eyes light up with excitement. "Oh! That sounds like so much fun! Do you have an outfit planned?"

"An outfit for a mud fight? Uh, that would be a firm no," you admit sheepishly.

"Well," Fēlix interjects with a mischievous grin. "You'd better find something stunning because I have a feeling someone special might like to indulge in a mud bath." Fēlix's words spark a laugh from Petunia and even Matthew lets out a caw that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle. You roll your eyes at their amusement, your cheeks flushing with warmth.

"Can we please stop talking about my love life?" you groan, only to have your words drowned out by a shockingly familiar voice floating down the hall from the throne room up ahead.

The voice, smooth as silk and soft as the nights caress, sends a shiver down your spine. It’s like a ghost of a memory, too elusive to catch but too persistent to ignore. Your heart stutters in your chest as you freeze in place.

"Who is that?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Fēlix and Petunia share a confused glance before Fēlix turns to you with an expression that's hard to read.

"That's Morpheus," he answers, his usual light tone taking on a more serious note. "You know, Lord of Dreams? You've met him before, Kora."

You feel your heart pound against your ribcage at his words. Morpheus? The same Morpheus who rules the Dreaming? The same one who you've barely interacted with? Who is so untouchable?

"Are you sure?" you question, struggling to keep your voice steady. The name rolls off your tongue like it belongs there, like it’s always been there. You can’t help but feel an inexplicable pull towards the sound of that voice, the allure of the mystery that is Morpheus.

"Oh yeah," Matthew caws from Petunia's shoulder, his beady eyes blinking at yours. "I'd recognize that voice anywhere, being his raven and all. Come on, let's go see who he's talking to. He only uses that voice when he's talking to kid dreamers or baby dream and nightmares. Ya know, being super nice for once…"

Your heart is in your throat as you numbly take a step forwards, and then another, and another. You do so, following your friends down the hall and to the archway of the throne room.

Stepping through the archway into the throne room, you see Morpheus. He's seated on his throne, talking to a small group of children who are hanging onto his every word. His voice washes over you, a soothing lullaby that pulls at your heartstrings in a way that feels achingly familiar.

Suddenly, it clicks.

Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, Prince of Stories, Shaper of Forms, Dream of the Endless. Him.

The realization hits you like a freight train. The man you've been seeing in your dreams, the one who makes you feel loved and cherished like no one else ever has, the one who makes such passionate love to you, who kisses you with such devoted adoration, who holds you ever so close... it's him. It's always been him.

The room spins as you take in his ethereal beauty. His dark hair frames a face that is both handsome and gentle, his eyes sparkling with a softness that makes your heart ache. The cheeks and jaw you love to trace your fingers along, your eyes unseeing. He's even more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.

His gaze lifts from the children and finds yours across the room. Sparkling silver blue eyes glide over your group of friends before settling on you. Your heart stops in your chest as Morpheus' gaze locks onto yours and something within you cracks, radiating sharp pains from your chest. You know that gaze, have felt it upon your being thousands of times before, basked in it unseeing.

Reality sets in and you're turning around to bolt out of the throne room, not a word leaving your lips as you flee from the truth. You run blindly through the palace corridors, ignoring the confused calls of Fēlix, Petunia, and Matthew. You need to get away before your tears start rushing down your cheeks.

Your feet carry you through the sprawling corridors of the palace, each step echoing off the stone walls. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, your heart pounding in your chest. The palace gardens are ahead, a haven of tranquility amidst the chaos. You stumble into the garden, gasping for breath as you lean against a nearby tree for support.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over. You blink them back, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, a painful realization sinking in. Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, is your lover. The man you've been seeing in your dreams, who makes you feel cherished and loved like no one else ever has, is the son of Night and Time.

You slide down against the tree trunk, pulling your knees to your chest. You wrap your arms around them, burying your face in the folds of your dress. Your tears fall freely now, dampening the fabric.

Why him? Of all the dreams and nightmares in this realm, why did it have to be him? A simple dream or nightmare you could have enjoyed while living out your life, but Dream of the Endless? It's too much. It's overwhelming.

You feel a profound sense of loss and despair wash over you. It's not just about him being unattainable, it's about the fact that this love you've found is so much bigger than anything you've ever known. It's too big for you to handle. Your sobs echo through the garden, a haunting melody to accompany the rustling leaves and chirping birds. It feels like a piece of your soul is being torn away from you with each passing second.

A warm breeze caresses your face as if trying to comfort you in its own way. You let out a shuddering breath, feeling your tears slowly subside. You remain huddled against the tree, your mind still reeling from the revelation. He was right, he was always right. Your love didn't belong in the Dreaming. Because in the end, mortal love doesn't thrive within dreams, it flourishes in the sun and moon light of the Waking World. Perhaps it is time for you to go home. And right now, that's all you can do. So you do, your huddled form fading to ash in the gentle light of the Dreaming.

Date Published: 10/14/24

Last Edit: 10/14/24

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[hayakawalove]

Nightmares

Summary: How do you comfort the strongest man alive? Even though Suguru had passed on, Satoru was still haunted by the memories of him. A/N: Hello! This is just something I've thought about before. I feel like Gojo probably thinks about Suguru often. TW: Angst with happy ending, nightmares

W/C: 1,584

Satoru never came home early. He was always out on missions into the late hours of the night. His version of coming home early was coming home at 11 pm, but you weren’t complaining. As long as he came home safe, that was all that mattered. 

You were in a deep sleep in your shared bed when you felt the mattress dip. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know Satoru’s lithe body crawled up beside you, sparing you a kiss on the cheek, and sliding under the blankets. He pulled your body close to his and you were once again plunged into sleep. 

You hear it before you feel it. Quick heavy breaths to your right fill the quiet room. You emerge from your sleep hearing Satoru panting. Quick, rapid breaths fill your ears. Next, you feel his body tense up beside yours. Your eyes squint as you look past him towards your beside clock. 

4 am. 

Reaching up, you brush a hand against his cheek. Satoru’s eyebrows pull together tightly, his full lips dipping down slightly into a frown. Anyone could tell he was having a nightmare. Everyone glorifies Satoru, and for good reason. But it can be hard to imagine someone as strong as him suffering from nightmares just like anyone else. But Satoru got them quite frequently, even though he would never admit it. 

“Satoru.” you whisper, gliding your hand back and forth over his cheek. 

He breathes in a sharp inhale before mumbling something. You wouldn’t be able to understand it even if you tried. You sit up beside him and brush his hair away from his sweaty forehead. Sticky strands slide up his pale skin, moonlight flooding in from behind you, illuminating his bright lashes. 

“Satoru, wake up. You’re dreaming.” You talk louder this time. 

He mumbles another word before his eyes bolt open. Beautiful blues stare blankly at the ceiling before landing on your face and focusing. 

While you couldn’t understand most of what he said, you did understand the last part. 

Suguru. 

His best friends name fell from his lips before he was harshly awoken. 

“Hey.” Your hand caresses his face once more before landing on his chest. 

You can feel the pounding underneath his rib cage. It thumped in his chest so hard you were surprised it didn’t burst from it. 

Satoru never failed to mention how he was the strongest, but in moments like this you were reminded just how human he was. Your heart ached to do something, to fix something for him. 

Satoru’s lips form as if he was about to speak, but nothing comes out. Now that his eyes were open, you could see the tears that lined his lashes. Salt water clings to the white hair, desperate to fall. 

“It was just a dream.” You lay down beside him, pulling his body close to your chest. 

He shivers under your grasp. His large hands cling at your body for dear life as he tries to ground himself. 

“Do you wanna talk about it? What did you dream?” You ask. 

You know the answer. Satoru fought many monsters, but he never had nightmares about them. 

No, there was only one person that plagued his sleeping brain. 

“I saw him…” You wait for him to continue, but several minutes pass by before he does. 

“I saw Suguru.” His voice sounds clipped. Hurt. Broken. 

You remain quiet as you hear Satoru attempt at breathing deep. His heart slows, but you can still feel him tremble beside you. 

“He was at the school… he was right there.” Satoru speaks your name so softly you feel your heart shatter in two. 

“I kept calling his name but he wouldn’t look at me. I couldn’t… I couldn’t get to him.” Satoru’s voice cracks at that. 

You feel him begin to shake like a leaf as his tears finally fall. He makes no noise as he cries, and you don’t see his face. But you’ve been together long enough to know. You run your fingers through his hair while he cries into your neck. Tears spill down your throat, causing a sharp chill to run up your spine. 

You want to tell him that it’ll be okay, but you don’t know that. You don’t know the pain he’s going through, you’ve never lost a friend in the same way he has. So you don’t say anything. You stay quiet as the powerful sorcerer breaks in front of you. 

Satoru, oh Satoru. Your Satoru. Outside these four walls he belonged to everyone else. But here, in your house, he belonged to you. Here, he could fall apart.  

The two of you stayed like that for a long time. You knew tears weren’t falling anymore as your neck had dried, but he kept crying. Satoru cried for his lost best friend until his tears ran dry. He cried for what could’ve, should've been, but wasn’t. 

He pulls back and peers up at your face. Your chest twists at the distraught expression that lined his features. Brows tightly knit together with worry lines donning his forehead. You weren’t used to seeing him in so much pain, it felt wrong. It was a crime against nature to not see joy radiate from him. Usually his smile and laughter filled the room. Just as much as you could feel his happiness, you could also feel the absence of it. 

“It wasn’t your fault.” You gently say. 

Satoru pulls back, and lays on his back. You hear him swallow audibly, his throat raw. 

“Do you know what it’s like to see everything? To have the ability for nothing to go unseen? But somehow I missed him right in front of me.” 

Your eyes scan his face. His face is twisted almost in thought. 

“I see everything. But I couldn’t see him.” 

If you didn’t have to be strong for him you were sure you would’ve lost it. 

“No, that’s not right. Maybe I did see him. I saw all the warning signs, but I couldn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything.” 

You listen as he pours his heart out to you. In quiet moments like this you are reminded at just how human Satoru really is. He laughs when he experiences joy, but he also cries when his heart aches for his lost friend. 

“It wasn’t on you Satoru. You were just a kid.” 

You know your words are useless, but you feel the urge to say them anyway. You know Satoru blames himself for it, and probably will for the rest of his life. 

“He’s my best friend. I didn’t want to think that he felt like that. I wanted him to be okay. I wanted us to be okay.” 

His blue eyes flick over to you. You never saw Satoru break a sweat before, but right now you saw perspiration lay across his forehead in a thin sheen. 

“I don’t think he blamed you. He didn’t leave because of you Satoru. You cared for him. That must have meant the world to him.” 

“It wasn’t enough though, was it?” Satoru says, his voice trailed off. 

You clench your fists under the blankets as you will yourself not to cry. How bad was Satoru hurting all this time? How heavy was the weight on his shoulders? 

“He should blame me.” Satoru whispers before sliding his palm against his forehead, pulling a face when he realizes how sweaty he is. 

“You can’t save everyone Satoru. It shouldn’t rest on you to fix the world. He loved the time you shared, you did way more good for him than you credit yourself for.” You sit up again and pull his hand away from his face. 

You press a kiss to his palm, and then his head and pull back to look down at him again. His eyes search yours for answers but all you can do is stare back with love. His eyes look less empty as love begins to fill them. 

“I love you.” He whispers to you. 

“I love you too.” 

You smile down at him before pulling the blankets down his body. 

“Let’s get in the shower real quick.” You say, grabbing his hand. 

He slowly rises from the comfort of the bed and follows behind you. 

The light of the bathroom flicks on once you enter. You make quick work of removing your clothes, and peeling Satoru’s off. His eyes look tired as he watches you. You couldn’t change the past, but you could help with this. 

The water turns on and you and Satoru slide in. You focus more on cleaning his body as you showered right before bed. He had to bend over so you could lather his hair, careful not to let any of the soap drip into his face. His muscles spanned underneath your finger tips as you coated him with soap, washing away every remnant of the lingering dream. 

He allowed you to dry him off as well. You would dress him if he needed it, but he was able to slide on new clothes. You tear away the sweat drenched covers, grabbing fresh ones. You couldn’t change Satoru’s life, but you could help with the small menial tasks. 

The bed was way more welcoming once you laid down in it again. Satoru’s body felt heavy beside yours as the two of you drew nearer to sleep. 

“Thank you.” You hear him murmur. 

You rest a hand against him before going back to sleep.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Comforting Chad through his PTSD after he hears about Ghostface’s return

Warnings: mention of stabbing/injuries (past), ptsd,

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Despite moving across the country, the masked killer had followed the four survivors to New York. This time, the killer — or killers, since they rarely came alone — had for goal to frame Sam for their murders.

It started with Jason and Greg, two students from Film Studies, who got killed in their apartment. When the police got there, a ghostface mask — likely worn by the killer — had been left behind in their apartment along with Sam’s driver's license.

Then, Sam got a special call from six feet under from her ex-boyfriend, Richie. That call led her and Tara getting ambushed from an alley and attacked at the bodega where multiple customers were murdered.

Another mask was left behind the scene — the one of past ghostfaces Jill Roberts and Charlie Walker.

After the attack at the bodega, everyone — except Ethan — was forcely gathered at the apartment you shared with the Carpenter sisters because safety is better in numbers. Sam made sure everyone was in and triple locked the apartment door and shut and locked all windows for ultimate safety. No one could come in.

Anika and Mindy were talking on the couch while you, Chad, Sam and Tara were in the kitchen cleaning up the mess dinner left behind. Tara shared her worries as she was drying a glass, and Sam was quick to reassure her that whoever was behind the mast wont hurt her this time. She was talking through her ass, but as a big sister, she'd do and say anything to make Tara feel safe.

Her words seemed to have triggered old memories for Chad, who excused himself to the bathroom after putting down the plates.

Last year’s attack had landed him in the hospital and left him with PTSD.

When you got together, Chad didn’t want to unpack the Woodsboro baggage to you. He didn’t want you to burden you with the horrors he went through that night. But after you had woken him from occasional nightmares and coached him out of a few panic attacks, he felt like you needed to know about the real-life nightmare that plagued him.

You waited a minute or two, but when Chad didn’t return from the bathroom, you went to check on him. Maybe he was still peeing…or maybe he was sitting on the edge of your bed with his head in his hands. He took in a shaky breath, trying to chase away the flashing images in his head.

It pained you to see him suffer. All because two lunatic Stab fans wanted to shoot their own remake. People are nuts.

‘’Hey,’’ you muttered when you walked in, not wanting to scare him.

Chad didn’t look up. He knew it was you before you opened your mouth. Mindy only had eyes for Anika, and Tara was going through her own trauma. Sam cared about him, but not the way you did.

‘’I don’t want to go through this shit again.’’

You didn’t know what to say to that. Due to being related to one of the originals, Chad will always be a target.

You sat on the bed beside him and kissed his shoulder over his Blackmore University hoodie.

‘’We came all the way here to leave that night behind, but it served nothing. Someone managed to find us.’’ Chad’s shoulder began to shake and he started struggling to breathe.

Recognizing the signs, you got down on your knees before him and attempted to look in his eyes, but he had his head bowed firmly. ‘’Chad? Hey, look at me,’’ you said in a gentle but clear voice.

He couldn’t hear you, his thoughts clouded with flashes of running in Amber’s backyard with ghostface behind him and the feeling of the knife stabbing him seven times. He could still feel the excruciating pain of the knife, each stab marked on his body forever.

‘’That night is over. You’re not in Woodsboro anymore,’’ you continued telling him, placing your hands on his arms, trying to use physical contact.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t working. His breathing was getting worse and your brain was running out of ideas.

The last time Chad had a nightmare, he mentioned something his old therapist had taught him. Since his nightmares were about the attack, he was advised to place his hand over his heart to hear his own heartbeat. Hearing the thumping of his heart would remind him that he's alive and not bleeding out to death in a backyard.

‘’Come back to me, baby. Chad,’’ you pleaded, attempting to take his hands in yours and place one of them on his chest.

A breath of relief left your lips when his shaking shoulders began to calm and Chad’s head lifted, veiled with fear.

You placed your hands on either side of his face. ‘’You’re gonna get through this, okay? You’ve survived once, you can do it twice.’’

Chad shook his head. ‘’I barely made it—’’

‘’But you’re here, right in front of me — alive,’’ you reminded him. ‘’We can get through this again, okay?’’

It took a few seconds before Chad moved his head into a nod. He pulled you up from the floor and onto his lap, then leaned his forehead against yours. ‘’We’ll get through this,’’ he whispered.

Your hands moved up and you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him against your chest as he held you back. ‘’We’ll get through this.’’ 

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[byizoyas]

byizoyas.

SFW | soft hcs when you’re having a nightmare while sleeping with them with albedo, kaeya, xiao

ALBEDO

�� you were not used to have nightmares, it barely happened but when it did it usually was really awful

› you told albedo already about it and how it could stop you from going back to sleep because of how traumatizing it could be

› and as much as he liked to think he was ready to face it, he quite panicked when you had one while sleeping at his place

⸻

albedo couldn’t find sleep that night so instead of taking useless space in the bed, he decided to let you enjoy it alone and went back to his desk to work on some drawings.

he had put some music into his headphones to relax but in between two songs he heard noises coming from the bed; so he decided to stop it to check if you were okay.

he thought he might woke you up unintentionally.

‘y/n ? you’re okay?’ he called out for you, whispering.

the noises you made just before had stopped and you seemed peaceful which is why albedo decided to go back on his stuff.

but your scream took him out of his revelry. he clearly didn’t expect to have you screaming so loudly. it genuinely scared him.

he got closer to you, kneeling next to the bed and shaking your body gently, trying to wake you up not too brutally as he feared it might have a bad impact on you.

‘y/n ! y/n wake up it’s a nightmare it is not real !’ he said. he repeated it again and again and by the time you opened your eyes you managed to calm yourself a bit.

some tears were streaming down your face. the worst part of it was that you had no memories of it. you had no idea what you dreamed of and you couldn’t tell albedo that it would be fine because you never knew when these dreams would occur.

but you didn’t try to think about it, instead only throwing yourself into his arms. his eyes widened. he didn’t know which words to say to comfort you.

but to be honest, nothing he would say would help.

your body was shaking. albedo rubbed your arms gently as if trying to warm you up, but you were not cold. you were only scared and he quickly got it when his eyes met yours again.

he kept you into his arms, caressing your back gently. he was repeating mechanical phrases such as ‘it’s okay’ or even ‘i’m here’.

the type of phrases that usually made you mad to hear but right now you needed to hear these. and perhaps it was because albedo was always a sincere person; but when he repeated to you that it would be okay you wanted to believe him so bad.

it would not be okay. but perhaps it could be better as long as you were into his arms. and in the end, he joined you on the bed, cuddling you, hoping you’d manage to forget about it for a little moment.

KAEYA

› kaeya was a good boyfriend. he was someone you could say everything to, he would always stand by your side

› so when you two got closer to the point of sharing a bed several nights a week, you thought you could tell him about these nightmares

› you explained how uncomfortable you could get and he listened. he even promised he wouldn’t let you down if it ever happened with him, and you got to see how kaeya kept his promise when it happened that night

⸻

you guys had came back quite late from a party to your common friend’s apartment and you were kinda wasted.

no words were spoken as you both threw yourselves on kaeya’s bed. you could feel your exhaustion into your bones, so you didn’t take long to fall asleep.

kaeya had fallen asleep before you even. and his snores were louder with all the alcohol he drank tonight but it didn’t stop you from falling down into a sleeping state.

time passed by quickly when your first nightmare of the month happened. you gripped the sheets in your sleep, and started moving uncontrollably as if desperately trying to run away from something.

so of course, it woke kaeya up.

‘hey..’ he started saying, holding you into his arms.

‘wake up.’ he was still half asleep, but still understood the situation. after all; you had talked about it enough for him to remember and understand right away.

he planted several kisses on your face, while his fingers were running on your spine.

you slowly regained consciousness only to find yourself into your boyfriends loving arms.

he had not let you go. not once, despite your body moving to try to escape. she kept on talking calmly to you and at some point you heard his words. he didn’t say that it would be okay, he simply said he loved you.

he comforted you the way he would have if you were sad, and it did work well, allowing you a short moment of peace before fully waking up.

‘where did you learn to handle that situation so well ?’ you asked.

you had calmed yourself really quickly compared to some days where you were half conscious, half asleep.

you felt his lips curling up to form a smile against your burning skin. ‘i’ve had nightmares for a pretty long time too, and my mother would often repeat these things to me to calm down my crisis.’ he confessed.

it was pretty rare to have kaeya talking about his past, especially to say such personal things which made you believe you’ve reached a new point in your relationship.

you loved kaeya and the way he was vulnerable with you, allowing you to know these intimate things about him.

XIAO

› xiao knew nightmares. he had a lot as a kid so he totally understood you when you talked about your own nightmares to him

› he didn’t really say a lot of things, instead only caressing your hair as you were telling him more details about it and how it truly troubled you

› he thought he could handle it but xiao was really sensitive to loud noises and seeing you having a nightmare looking like a panic crisis got him completely losing his means

⸻

xiao joined you at your place for the week end and after such a stressful week it felt good for both of you to sleep together again.

you remembered being clinging to his warm body, both of you embracing each other while trying to fall asleep. and after a moment you managed. xiao however, was still looking at the ceiling.

he didn’t feel tired, he liked the feeling of having you relaxing into his arms, while he had all the time to think about various things.

his mind got lost in thousands of ideas; ending up with his eyes closing themselves while he was slowly falling unconscious.

the atmosphere was super peaceful, and you were finally both in your dreams. xiao had a light sleep though so of course even a low noise could wake him up right away.

so when you moved away from him, he felt it. he sat up on the bed, rubbing his face with his two hands. you had slept for two hours perhaps before he woke up.

he was still tired but chose to not try to fall back asleep and he knew he took the right decision when you screamed into his ears some things that had no sense.

‘it was awful they were trying to kill you !’ you cried into his arms. you didn’t add any more details, especially since the more you thought about it the more it made you cry.

‘i’m sorry, i’m sorry’ he kept on saying. xiao didn’t really know why he was apologizing but he felt so bad he couldn’t do anything to help you get one night of peaceful sleep.

your head felt dizzy and your skin was burning as if you were having a fever so of course xiao worried. he touched your forehead but it didn’t seem to prove you were sick.

so he deduced that whatever happened in that dream, got you in that panic state. and he read somewhere that the best thing to do in that type of moments is to let a person some space to breathe correctly.

xiao stood up from the bed but didn’t leave you alone. he still had your hand intertwined with his, drawing circles on the back of it gently. ‘i love you y/n. i won’t move, i won’t leave okay ?’ ‘nod yes if you hear what im saying’

of course you heard him. you were a sobbing mess but his calm voice was helping soothing your soul. he made you do some breathing exercises he learnt from his father, alternating between these exercises that were genuinely helping you, and soft words that were making you feel better.

you knew you couldn’t control the nightmares but you wished it happened more while you were with xiao, since he took good care of you.

[lunatic-pudge]

Hello!! I'm new~ I can order 2d headcanons and noddles (noddles kid, but she sees o/s as her older sister) with her o/s comforting them by making them lay their head on her lap while o/s hugs, caresses, kisses and tells them everything will be okay

Here you go! I kinda died, but I'm back and ready to cause chaos! :D

Comforting Noodle

• It started off as a nightmare

• A weird blur of fuzzy memories that Noodle couldn't quite describe

• Scientist, weapons, other children, and the screams

• Oh how the screams echoed deep within her

• It was so hard to make out the full details of everything

• It was going by so quick

• But it also felt like it was going by so agonizingly slow

• It all just seemed so overwhelming

• But then something started changing

• A comforting shake, a gentle warmth was near

• Noodle woke in a cold sweat, tears welling in her eyes

• Looking up she saw them, eyes filled with concern and a frown adorning their face

• "Are you okay, Noodle?"

• Those words brought Noodle to tears, sobbing gentle as they pull her into a hug

• One hand on the back of her head and the other rubbed up and down on her back, they let Noodle get everything out

• Incoherent words that were interrupted by her sobs

• Noodle felt safe in their arms

• She always did when they held her

• Noodle had always looked up to them as an older sister

• They were the one who went above and beyond to understand and help Noodle when she came to Kong Studios

• They were the one who would protect Noodle from dealing with Murdoc's druken rage

• Or seeing the constant drug and alcohol abuse that was rampant between Murdoc and 2D

• They were the one who always made sure Noodle had clean clothes to wear, fresh food to eat, a room to feel safe in, and someone there to comfort her when things weren't great

• With a gentle kiss to the top of her head, Noodle looked up at them

• Tears now finished flowing

• "Thank you (y/n). I just don't understand why I keep having these nightmares. They won't go away"

• "Oh, Noodle, it's going to be okay. We'll work through this together."

• They hugged Noodle a little tighter, making sure she was okay

• Noodle smiled, no matter how bad the nightmares got, she knew they were there to keep her safe

• Her dear older sister

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(More) 2D Headcanons

• Man has the COOLEST horror movie-esque collection EVER

• We're talking about rare copies of movies, signatures, actual horror movie props, ect.

• He's always going to horror cons to meet his favorite actors

• Is always looking for horror recommendations

• I can also seeing him being an urbex (urban exploration) type of person

• He has albums from his explorations

• It probably gives him horror movie vibes

• If he has an S/O, he'd want them to go with him

• If they say no, he'd be sad but very accepting of their decisions

• I know that all virtual singers live in the same universe but HYPOTHETICALLY (plz hear me out) let's say that Vocaloid was also same for them as it is for us (the cds with the voicebanks instead of them being actual idols/people). I can see 2D having a copy of Vocaloid and Miku's voicebank. He wouldn't publish any songs with her but he def has fun using her to sing his favorite songs and Gorillaz songs

• BUT NOW IF WE MAKE THE VOCALOIDS ACTUAL PEOPLE, he's gone to a bunch of concerts, has met the Legend herself, got her autograph on his forehead, and def kept in contact with her. Murdoc aggressivley refuses to let Miku collab with them (he just doesn't wanna admit that he's a Miku fan)

• Don't know if I said it before, but he has def tried to play all sorts of instruments. Let's just say he's forbidden to be even in the same room with a violin

[mj-iza-writer]

Sp Special Containment Part 15

If you are new to this story or just need a reminder please use the hashtag, Sp Special Containment to get caught up. -MJ

Aramais had spent most of the day wrapped in his blanket. His room remained quiet except several visits from Andy to do checkups and to see if anything was needed.

Even dinner was painfully quiet.

Andy tried hard not to mention anything about Aramais's puffy eyes.

That night Aramais was haunted by nightmares... the same faces that haunted his afternoon now haunted his dreams.

His mission.... infiltrate a prison. A person being held there was going to speak out against the human weapon society. They believed the prison was strong enough to protect the witness.

Aramais had gotten in easily. He felt annoyed that they hadn't tried harder to keep the weapon out.

"If this is high security, I wonder what minimal security is like", Aramais walked the hall like he owned it.

Anyone he came across was killed instantly. Fifteen people were killed before Aramais found the target.

The witness had backed up against the wall and was staring fearfully at Aramais.

"Please... you don't have...have to do this. I'm trying to help you. You have to let me help you", the witness pleaded.

"There is no help for me", Aramais frowned as they stepped closer.

Another guard came behind Aramais and shot a tazer at him. The witness tried to run past as Aramais struggled through the electrical currents.

Aramais quickly kicked their legs out and tripped the witness.

He weakly reached up and ripped the tazer prongs from his skin.

"Hmph", he groaned.

Aramais strangled the guard with the tazer cords.

He lost sight of the witness for a few minutes before catching up with them.

"Just make this easier on yourself and let me finish my mission", Aramais sighed, "I'll make it quick and painless. I promise. I don't make my targets struggle like others do....."

"No please", the person begged with tears streaming down their face.

"I'm sorry, but if my mission isn't successful, I'll be punished, I don't like this as much as you don't", Aramais started to walk to the witness, "I'm sorry."

He did as he said he would. The witness was destroyed in seconds.

Aramais jolted awake screaming as the face of his last kill came back to him.

"Aramais", a guard came over the speaker, "you okay?"

"No", Aramais lifted his knees to his chest and buried his face. "I need Andy and the Director right now", Aramais started to rock.

"Okay we are working on it right now. We're calling them in. Do you need someone in there with you?", the guard asked.

"No I need to calm down... don't come in here", Aramais thought for a second, "second thought put me in the wheel chair", Aramais shook, "I don't have control."

The Director and Andy got to the holding room at the same time and was updated by the guards on what had happened.

Andy thought back to the day before and reminded the Director.

"He must have triggered memories to the front of his mind and caused a nightmare", the Director sighed, "it's two in morning."

Aramais sighed when the buzzer went off.

"Good morning", the Director came in with Andy following.

"Not a good morning at all", Aramais frowned.

"Okay I need you to come clean. I heard about yesterday. I know you don't want to talk about it, but you need to", the Director sat down and Andy grabbed Aramais's water and offered a drink to Aramais.

"M-my last kill before the facility was raided", Aramais was still shaky, "I'm sorrt Andy, that last shake I was talking about.... I got that after my last kill. I killed a witness who was being protected there. They were going to out the Human Weapon facility. I was sent in....", Aramais started to hyperventilate, "I should be destroyed for doing it."

"Hey, hey", Andy tried to comfort and rub Aramais's shoulder, "we don't need you to go into survival mode."

"Aramais, I know that was you who was in the prison that night", the Director sighed, "I've watched the video several times."

"What... you.... watched", Aramais frowned, "but."

"Aramais can I be honest with you?", the Director sighed.

Aramais nodded.

"When they were dividing the weapons to these holding facilities I was given the option of having you come here", the Director looked at Aramais calmly, "they said they offered you to several sights already. Everyone was able to watch the video before making their choice."

Aramais looked down now realizing no one had wanted him.

"To be honest, they said if no one took you on, you would be destroyed. They were giving you a chance because you were only following orders and had no control", the Director also watched Andy, who was listening with interest, "I knew you needed saving. I also knew that person wasn't truly who Aramais was. You apologized to the person and gave most of those targets an easy death by finishing them off quickly. You didn't enjoy their pain."

"You wanted to give me a chance... but what if you were wrong", Aramais frowned.

"I would have dealt with it as needed", the Director grinned, "exactly how I am giving Mitch a chance. This facility was working on being prepared to house you, I was having the room Mitch is in prepared for you, two caregivers, the works. Then you came here and you gave us a few issues in the beginning, but you were nothing like I thought I was getting."

Aramais looked over to Andy, "I'm sorry Andy."

"Why are you apologizing?", Andy frowned.

"Did you know about any of this?"

"No", Andy looked at the Director, "I never watched the video."

"The only ones who knew about this was me, the guards as they needed to know what you were capable of, Caretaker read about you over my shoulder and agreed that we needed to bring you here and give you a place to be", the Director nodded, "we understood when you three came here how dangerous you all could be. We took a chance on you three to give you all a chance. I didn't show Andy because I wasn't sure he was ready, but I also forgot to. You both got long quickly, which I was thankful for."

"That witness was supposed to be protected to save us...and I killed them", Aramais frowned.

"They still helped. Just in a different way unfortunately. Why do you think the organization was raided soon after", the Director stood and stepped closer to Aramais, "those behind the organization were punished for the deaths they forced all of you to do. Because of the circumstances, all of you were given a second chance."

The Director yawned, "I'm sorry you are having nightmares about it though."

Aramais yawned, then Andy.

"I'm sorry for waking you both up", Aramais frowned.

"It's alright", the Director stood, "I'd rather deal with things like this quickly. Just remember you are here because you deserved a second chance. All of those holding facilities that said no lost a chance at taking care of you, and that's on them. I for one am glad I got Whumpee, Jaimie and, you."

"What about Mitch?", Aramais grinned slightly.

"Give me a few days", the Director winked, "I am going to go back to my office and just sleep their for the rest of the night. It's not necessary for me to go back to my room.

Aramais turned to Andy.

"If it's okay I'll hang out here for a while and keep you company. You're a bit shaken up still", Andy smiled.

"That's fine", Aramais smiled, "thanks Director, I appreciate you. I'm sorry for the way I acted when I first came here, I definitely thought I was something."

"It's okay Aramais, you demanded respect, and put me in my place. In a way it was a lesson to me that everyone and everything deserves respect. Plus, you didn't just do that for yourself. You spoke up for Andy, Mcgee, Caretaker, Jaimie, and Whumpee, you demanded for me to respect all of them. I'll admit, before you did that, I thought I was something. It took you telling me that I wasn't to help me realize that", the Director smiled, "I'll check on you later today."

"Do you want to get out of the wheelchair and get into bed", Andy stood.

"Actually is there any rules against curfew?", Aramais grinned.

"You want a ride in the hall?", Andy grinned back.

Aramais nodded slightly.

"There is no rule on curfew", a guard came through the radio, "we can alert the night guards that one of the weapons is in the hall, so they will be at attendance."

"We can go", Andy yawned, "you'll have to forgive me tomorrow if I'm lacking though."

"I'm sure we will both be that way. This is my second night of messed up sleep", Aramais frowned, "you don't have to do this."

"No no we can definitely do this. Get your mind off of stuff", Andy checked the straps to make sure it was set before getting buzzed out.

"It feels different out here at night", Aramais looked around, "it's almost deafening how quiet it is."

"Yes, the lights are dimmed slightly, and fewer guards. There are still a few midnight researchers and caregivers out though", Andy waved at someone walking past.

"Are you going to watch the video if the Director let's you?", Aramais frowned and looked up at him.

"No", Andy smiled, "though i would like to, and maybe some point I will. For right now I will respect your wish that I don't. I would watch it out of curiosity honestly. I haven't lost any respect or became scared of you because of this. You know that right?"

"You can watch it if you like. I suppose you should know some things", Aramais grinned, "I appreciate you, and I appreciate being out of that room."

"Not a problem at all", Andy turned to a hall full of windows.

"Oh wow, I haven't seen the moon in a long time", Aramais shifted as forward as the chair straps would let him.

Andy pushed the chair as close to the window as possible so Aramais could see.

"You can see the stars to", Aramais grinned, "the moon use to keep me company on long missions. I'd talk to them all night so I wasn't lonely. The moon knows many of my secrets."

Andy listened, but also had thoughts on if they should watch the camera feed of Aramais.

Andy sat down on a bench near the window while Aramais was looking out of the window.

Their head started to sway.

Aramais turned his head when he heard Andy's heavy breathing.

Aramais quietly chuckled and watched a guard walk up.

"I won't say anything if you don't", the guard laughed with Aramais.

Andy's head shot up and saw the guard.

"I'm up, I'm up", Andy frowned.

"Don't worry, I know it's late. If this was anyone else, I'd report it, but for Aramais.... this is our secret", the guard laughed.

"Thanks", Andy stood, "I didn't know I'd do that."

Aramais laughed again, "we can go back to the holding cells, maybe you can get a few more hours of sleep. I probably won't be awake for breakfast either."

"I'll bring you something down from my apartment", Andy turned the wheelchair around.

Aramais grinned at the guard, "I needed a laugh like that."

"I'm sure you did after tonight", the guard smiled, "that's why I won't say anything, it was only a few seconds anyway... no big deal."

"Wow, news travels fast amongst the guards", Andy grinned, "I'll have to get one of your radios. I'm sure you guards gossip a lot... that might be entertaining."

"Yes, we do, and yes, it is very entertaining", the guard turned, "you both have a great night."

"You too", Andy and Aramais replied in unison.

Andy watched Aramais sit on his bed.

"Can I just ask? I guess I never thought about it before. Do you all live here as well?", Aramais watched Andy fill his water.

"Quite a few of us do. Mcgee lives off-site, Cass lives at their college in the dorms, but will be moving here when the semester is over", Andy looked around, "this facility is bigger than what some may think."

"I guess I never thought about it", Aramais sighed as they laid down, "lets hope for no more nightmares. If I see that face again....", Aramais looked down.

"Did all of your kills stick with you like that?", Andy sat down.

"No not really... some more than others", Aramais sighed, "I think that one did because they were the first person who said they wanted to help me, and was pleading to be able to help me."

"I mean they did kind of help you", Andy tried to point out the silver lining.

"They didn't want to die to do it though", Aramais frowned, "I'm reaping the benefits of what they did for me, but they were murdered in cold blood... by me."

Andy couldn't control themself as another yawn stretched their mouth.

"I'll be alright. You should go get some sleep", Aramais smiled weakly, "I'll put the guards to work if I need to talk to someone."

The radio clicked on, "you know we don't mind."

"Are you sure?", Andy stood, "I feel bad leaving you."

"I'll be okay. I feel bad you are awake. You need your beauty sleep", Aramais grinned more, "I'll be fine."

"Okay. If you need me at all just let the guards know okay", Andy went to the door, "goodnight Aramais."

"Goodnight", Aramais watched them leave.

Aramais had managed to go back to sleep.

He found himself stuck in another dream... it was different though. It almost seemed like the book Cass had allowed them to read. It's like they were standing there looking around.

Someone standing nearby caught their attention.

Aramais gulped when they realized the witness was there.

"No no, no please. I'm sorry", Aramais fell to their knees, "I didn't want to do it, I'm sorry. Please stop haunting me."

"Aramais", they heard a calm voice before they felt something touch them.

Aramais looked up.

"It's okay, I understand. In the end I wanted you all to be free, I knew I had a chance of being murdered for speaking out. You are forgiven", the witness gently smiled, "enjoy you freedom, it's okay."

"Aramais?!!!", a loud voice woke them up.

Aramais quickly wiped their face.... "why is my face wet?"

"I think you were crying", the guard spoke over the speaker, "I was trying to wake you up if you were having a nightmare again. I didn't want to come in in case you lost it. Sorry for yelling."

"It's okay, I-I think they forgave me for killing them", Aramais rubbed their head, "I think the witness forgave me."

"That's good Aramais I'm got closure", the guard still seemed worried, "are you okay? Should I call Andy?"

"No, I'm alright.. I feel relieved", Aramais looked at the camera, "don't bother Andy. I'll let him know later."

Aramais git ip and used the bathroom, then laid down again.

"I'm going to try to sleep a little more I guess", Aramais sighed, "I'm hoping for no more dreams though. I've had too many tonight."

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[yupyor]

✦ Night Oaths✦

Summary - It's been 4 years since the whole Ghostface incident with you and your group. 4 years of peace, and vulnerability. Now you and Chad are both romantically committed, and living together. It's about to be Chad's birthday, and for some reason, your brain is hung up on the fact that you almost lost him.

Hurt | Comfort, GN Reader, 2:00 AM Writing, Slight angst?

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Labored breaths came out in short, shallow bursts, your pulse gradually heightening as your hazy mind tried processing what had just occurred. It was just a dream, you tried convincing yourself. But the memories lingered. You could still see the blood. The knife. Their mask.

A cold dread coils within you, and you can't help the sudden urge to shift in place and confirm Chad's previous position beside you. He was there, all in his shirtless glory, deep asleep.

A breath of fresh air washes over you, but the feeling of unease doesn't leave. You can't shake the feeling that something is off.

It started with simply just rounding the house and locking the windows—quickly shifting to you going over the door's lock several times and obsessing over whether the 3 you already had on it were enough.

The prequel to how you ended up in your current position on the floor with a drill and two more locks in hand. This was probably going to earn you a scolding from the neighbors and Chad on noise pollution, but it would be worth it if in the end doing so would satiate the overwhelming apprehension within you. Half an hour later, and you're done installing the first lock. The house once again settles into silence, and you feel a sense of relief wash over you.

"Jesus fucking Christ."

Your head snaps in the direction of the voice, your eyes tinted dangerously as you motion the drill out in front of you, putting up your guard. It's Chad, with a sour look on his features.

"You can't be serious. Are you serious?"

"I-" You make to apologize, however Chad's anger fuels him to upstage you.

"It's 2 am, [Y/n]! I know we talked about being productive, but this is just straight up insanity!"

You pout, releasing the tension in your shoulders and putting your arms at rest, setting the drill aside. Silence befalls the two of you, and his anger simmers. It's then that he really notices what you were doing. The new lock on the door, the lingering one on the floor, and the anxious jitteriness to you.

You avert your eyes from him, opting to pick at your fingers and stare at anything but his form before you. Chad sighs, his look dramatically softening.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes, closing the distance between the two of you and settling down on the spot to your right. "You kay?"

His presence sedates the anxious feeling coiling within, though it takes you a while before you're able to stare back at him and reply.

You smile, the action representing the complete opposite of the turmoil in your eyes. "Nightmare..."

Chad inhales deeply, the action causing the blemishing scars on his body to stretch. You can't help but fix your eyes on the way they dance with each of his movements. He notices your gaze, and his expression once again breaks.

"They're gone." He reassures. "We're safe now."

And you try your hardest to believe him, but when has that statement ever been true?

"Every time we settle down thinking that it's over, that we're safe, something-someone new and more dangerous appears to fuck our lives up. They took Mindy, okay! And I can't help but torment myself with the image of them nearly taking you too. I can't- I just can't. "

It was too much. Everything was just adding up to become something beyond that of you capable of handling. You just wanted a break from the past. From the future. You just wanted to live in the present with your boyfriend without having to worry about whether the next night or outing was going to end with him getting stabbed to death.

"Hey, hey." Chad scoots over to you, his hand finding his way to your lower back, comforting you. His voice breaks when he speaks up again, and you can see it in his eyes too, that overwhelming despair. "Were safe. No one is coming for me. And I don't ever plan on leaving you."

"...Promise?"

Your eyes water, and Chad smiles, easing you deeper into his hold before laying his head on top of yours. "Promise."

There's a promise in his eyes—a resolve to his words, and it grounds you.

"This is a bomb birthday surprise, by the way." He jests, bringing a fragile smirk to your face. "Could never be topped."

[naussensei]

Geto’s First Exorcism

Exorcize. Absorb. Over and over again. The first time happened when I was six. I remember it clearly, the burn in my throat, the tearing in my eyes, and the taste… that horrible taste I could never let go of…

.

It was a hot summer night. Rainy, humid, the kind that makes your skin sticky and your clothes damp. I remember waking up in the middle of the night, my pajamas glued with sweat to my back and my nose stuffed. I kicked the bedsheets off and slid out of bed to remove my soaked clothes, then stood by the door. I peeked over the door frame, stared into the darkness of the corridor, and lingered there a moment, hesitant, trying to decide if my urge to pee was bad enough not to hold in until the morning. I did not like going to the bathroom alone at night. It was an old, country house, with long corridors and several spare rooms. It was dark, and the wood screeched from time to time.

I peeked again, and the length of the corridor seemed to have stretched. An eerie sound came from the door at the end of it.

“Boy… ”

A voice, gruff and guttural, as if coming from the depths of the earth. 

“COme HeRE, bOy…”  

It kept calling for me. The hairs in my forearms began to stand. It was the same voice I'd heard countless nights before. And just like every other night, I shut my eyes to ignore it. 

The need to pee was imminent now. There was no way I could hold it in.

“ BOy… ”

With eyes still closed, I stepped into the corridor with hurried steps, without yet running, and rushed into the next room, where my parents slept. 

My feet found their way to the bed in the middle of the dark, almost by muscle memory from all the times I had done this. My hands tugged at the bed sheets with despair.

“Mama,” I whispered. My mother turned, and turned again, only to cover herself under the blankets. She did not look at me.

“Mama,” I called again, this time louder. My eyes were closed, my legs shaking, cold air blew on my nape. I swallowed down my urge to cry. “Mama, please, there’s someone…”

She uttered something and I opened my eyes, I listened to her toss and turn and grumble before she reached with her hands for my father’s back. 

“Darling…” she purred in a lazy voice, shaking him gently. 

“I know, I know, ” I heard my father say between yawns, then he slowly rose from his side of the bed to approach me. He turned on the small lamp on the nightstand, and I almost felt my soul return to my body. 

“Suguru,” my father sat with me on his lap at the end of the bed. “There is nobody out there, I promise you. I’ve checked your room hundreds of times.”

“But I heard it.” I had to swallow down the lump in my throat, to keep my voice from breaking. “I heard the voice, I swear, papa. I heard it clearly this time. You have to believe me.”

“Suguru, sweetie,“ He clicked his tongue, took me in his arms. I noticed how much smaller they felt around me compared to the last time he’d held me like that. “You’re six now, you’re a big boy. We can’t keep letting you sleep with us every time you have a nightmare. You understand that?”

But it wasn’t a nightmare. I wanted to protest, to scream, to kick my feet and beg, but my throat had closed up. I wanted to cry, and I almost did. My chest heaved and my eyes welled, but I refused to let it out. I was a big boy. My father had said it. I would not cry.

“Now be a good boy and go back to bed, will you?” He let me off the bed and kissed my forehead before he ruffled my hair softly. “I’ve got a big deal tomorrow and need to get some sleep. Alright?”

I nodded, and watched the shape of my father disappear under the bed sheets again, and with it, my last hope for comfort.  The lights were off, I was surrounded by darkness again.

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[bimsha]

Series : 100 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU

Inspired by: 100 ways to say I love you

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

It’s Okay.  I Couldn’t Sleep Anyway

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Reader

Tags: lovers, phone calls, moving together, Hurt/comfort

Tw: paranoia, nightmares, pets dying?

Word count: 1.1k

Note: Hello! Hope you guys enjoy this <3 Wrote this while I was procrastinating. Worth it. sniff. No beta read tho >.>

The steady beep of the phone rang into the night. Mitsuya groaned, tossing to his side as he reached for the nightstand, the light flashing across his screen. He checked the name under his bleary eyelids and saw her name staring back at her. Without hesitation, he swiped the call button to hear her distant breathing through the receiver. 

“Y/n?” He asked, concerned. He sat up on the bed and leaned against his headboard, running a hand through his hair. The house was silent around him save for the occasional vehicle racing past the road. “Y/n?” He tried again. 

“Y-yeah, I’m here.” She answered. And that was all it took for him to recognize the pain laced in those words seeping into the cracks of her voice. It had been two weeks since you two last saw each other. He had been busy with coming up with a new design for his brand while Y/n was engulfed in her own work, making trips to clients and designing presentations and projects to impress the authority. 

“Did something happen?” He asked, softening his voice as his eyes roamed to the alarm clock on the nightstand. 3:45am, it read. 

“No, it’s just-” She sighed, Mitsuya could hear the rustle of the bedsheets as she swung her legs off the bed. He could manoeuvre his way around her house from his memory, he had lived there for most of his time the past couple of years before they had to move around for work. 

“Nightmare?”

He heard the crinkle of mugs, “Yes. I just couldn’t shake the feeling. It’s like…like someone’s watching me.” She gave him a dry chuckle, “I know it’s stupid-”

“No, it’s not.” His voice was firm and soothing. He still remembered the day two years ago when she called him, sobbing her heart out. She had walked home that day like any other day to find her apartment mangled, clothes thrown across the floor, her jewellery missing and her golden retriever lying on the ground, blood gushing from a crack on his head. And the nightmares had begun haunting her daily and Mitsuya moved in. He didn’t hesitate when the request came. It was a vow he had made for himself, to protect her. The nightmares receded, life continued. But the paranoia followed her around like a contagious disease waiting to pounce at any given opportunity. And she still didn’t replace her golden retriever, the feeling of loss and guilt embedded in her mind. “What was it this time?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” She whispered to her phone and Mitsuya could hear the whirring of her AC as she moved to her living room. 

Mitsuya didn’t push. With her, she opened up when she felt secured, and he always waited, never losing his temper for her to reach out. “Well,” Mitsuya started, swinging his legs off the bed and walking to the living room. Flipping on the light, he searched for a mug to make himself a warm cup of tea. “Something funny happened today,” He said, feeling her smile against the receiver as they fell into their old pattern. He narrated the story about the new trainee he had hired, exceptional talent but awkward social skills. She chuckled when he said how he thought he was another trainee. 

“I don’t blame him, your looks don't give away your age.”

“Why there, thank you,” He smiled, sinking back to his sofa. “What are you drinking?”

“My self esteem,” She answered.

“Chamomile Tea?”

“Chamomile tea,” She confirmed. “And you?”

“Just some random type of tea I grabbed from the grocery store yesterday. It tastes pretty good.”

“For a man who can work like a housewife, your grocery options appal me, Mitsu.”

“Oh shush,” He laughed, taking a sip from his drink. He still remembered them standing in the shopping aisles, she went through each brand, meticulous in her approach while he spotted the thing he needed and dropped it into the cart. Their behaviours varied in some ways, but they still loved the same ice cream, smiled at the kids in the playground, and were reminded of each other whenever they passed a set of swings. 

Reminded each other of the nights they used to sit when her nightmares refused her any sleep. How they ate ice cream in those summer nights sitting close to each other in the glow of their safety net. He loved her so much and he wanted to hold her hand each day and speak those words while they were still tangled on the bed. Maybe, it’s time to focus on their lives a little more. 

Mitsuya heard the sound of a lock bolted in, he placed the cup on the table. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” She answered. Mitsuya could imagine her walking back to the bedroom. The nightlight glowing on her worktable. “I miss you.” Her muffled voice said, speaking the words he had been thinking for the past hour. 

“I miss you too,” He answered, staring at his ceiling, reminiscing about all the things they did, all the things they were in her one bedroom apartment. “Do you think it's time? We should move in together, Y/n. We are both better off that way.”

“You don’t have to,” She answered, “The apartment you’re staying in is close to the office. Stay, it’s just a silly nightmare,” Mitusya winced when she forced cheer into her voice. “I can go two, three weeks without them now!”

“If your face is the first thing I’d be seeing in the morning, all that distance would be worth it.” He put the cup in the sink and walked back to his bed. 

“Cringing, give me a second,” She laughed, but there was that fondness he always adored. 

“Shut up,” Mitsuya grinned, falling back to his comfortable bed, but incredibly lonely without her. It was not only for her he thought of moving. A small part of himself yearned to walk back to the little home they’ve created for themselves since the moment he parted from it. He missed her shuffling through the room in the morning wearing his t-shirt. He missed her throwing clothes on the bed to find that one misplaced cardigan. He missed her tinkling laugh when she talked to her mother, her presence beside him on the sofa, watching a movie, eating TV dinners because they were too tired to make dinner. 

In every sense of the word, he missed her. 

“I’m sorry, though,” She yawned, Mitsuya heard the shuffle of her blanket as she pulled it over her head. A habit she’d picked up sleeping alone. “For messing up your sleep schedule like this.”

“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Liar,” Her breathy voice whispered to the receiver, “I love you too.” He listened as her breathing slowed and fell into a familiar rhythm. Smiling, Mitsuya flipped off the light and listened to her breathing, the flutter of her breath. Realizing for the hundredth time, gods he was so in love with her. 

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[mediocre-shark-tales]

Fated by the Stars (4)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Wounds/Injuries Traumatic Past, Violence, and Mentions of Non-consensual Molesting

Summary - After the terrible events that took place at the mall, you wake up to the comfort of your mates. Do you trust them enough now to tell them about your old pack? Or should you just continue to hide that away in your memories.

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I woke in a dark room with Hands wrapped around my throat, and dark brown eyes stared down at me with a fiery anger. I felt myself begin to choke, my lungs screaming for air. "You worthless little omega, If I tell you to sleep with me that is what you will do." His voice ripped through the silence. "You were born to be mine, for me to do what I want with." Finally the room had begun to lighten up, staring down at me was Sang-Jun. His elongated sharp canines protruding from his lips. He was fighting the transformation from human to wolf form, he needed to be able to speak to me after all. "You will bed with me, you will bare my kids, and one day when I decide you will bare my mark. You will never escape this future, it is your pathetic fate. So I suggest you start falling in line like the rest of them, lest you want to end up like your sorry excuse for a mother."

I awoke as a scream ripped out of my throat, my body shaking from the fear that man brought to my life. Memories flooded my brain instantly, All the harsh words of my past. Memories of the abuse I took for small and bigger things alike. I could feel the cold crystal tears casting faster down my cheeks, I fell off the bed trying to escape the terror. My wounds from a few nights ago burst into pain as I landed hard on them. Soon I heard the pounding of feet and door closing coming closer. I felt like I was being pulled away from the world, floating in a void of nothingness.

Suddenly I felt warm soft hands grab my shoulders, pulling up from the void. Whispers of voices filled my ears, calling for me to calm down. Telling me they were there for me, that I was safe, nothing would happen to me. Yet it was all in vain, I was too deep in to be pulled out like this. But this deep guttural growl pulled me closer, they were using the alpha command to pull me up. "Omega come back now." Unlike the alpha commands I was used to, this one commanded me with more of a loving tone. No hints of anger or greedy want in it depths. As my vision came back, I saw the worried face of every pack member. My crying had come down slightly, the alpha command helping me to calm enough to speak again.

I grabbed the closest boy to me, latching onto Changbin. I cried into his chest hiding my face from sight. I heard and felt him begin to purr as he held me closer, rubbing my back soothingly. Without looking I reached on both sides of me for someone. Grabbing two shirts, I pulled those boys closer. I need to be wrapped in my packs arms, I wanted reassurance that they were there and would never leave me. They seemed to get the point as I heard a bit of rustling before I could feel all 8 bodies around me, hugging me however they could.

I just stayed there with them until I could get control of myself again, once I could speak without bursting into tears, that's when I pulled back. The others doing the same to see my face and try to help still somehow. "What happened Sweet baby?" Minho asked. "I had a nightmare, but I guess it was more of a memory. It was a time when Sang-jun my ex pack alpha had gotten upset with me." I wiped my tear stained cheeks. Changbin moved my hands so he could do it himself. Then he spoke, "Sweetheart, I know we said we would wait for you to tell us about it, but would you please tell us now? We need to know how best to help you through this, especially after today's run in with his sister. We want to protect you even if our lives are on the line. We just want to make sure you never experience this trauma again. So please, tell us." I nodded and began to tell them all about my past.

"My old pack lived deep in the forest, far from other packs. Omega's like I were used as servants. We handled the cleaning, cooking, and taking care of the pups until they were old enough to no longer need a care taker all the time." Looking around to gage reactions, I saw many face varying from complete anger to engaged listeners who were mildly upset. So I continued, "We were given some privileges like nesting with scraps of fabrics and such that the betas or alphas gave us as small rewards. Or the ability to take a shower with soap, instead of just water. However if you were young enough and you rebelled or made a mistake, they would quickly take away these privledges. Once you reached the age to healthily start giving birth, an alpha or beta may begin to pick you out to help with their ruts, or entertain them in a similar way. If you were in heat they would snatch you away until it ended. Omega's had no choice in this matter, otherwise you would be beaten into submission, until you finally gave in and they did what they wish to your body." I heard growls erupting around me as I continued to tell the tales of our pack laws. "I had been chosen by the Pack Alpha, I don't know why but one he chose me, it was over for me. No other beta or alpha could touch me, but they would inform Sang-jun of any and all mistakes. Every single time I would be beaten and then forced into submission until he had fulfilled his desires. Before I had successfully escaped, I had endured a months worth of daily beating and sexual submission." I felt tears brim at my eyes again, remembering all the ways he had forced me to take him, how bad it hurt, every single minuscule detail.

I could almost feel the phantom pain and agony like harsh whips striking my heart and skin. I began to rub my arms within seconds it turned to scratching. I could almost smell his rugged sour smell on me again. The boys were quick to recognize my slow decent into another panic attack, my arms were grabbed and held in place. "He's not here sweetheart, he's never gonna find you or touch you again. We all never let you experience that pure evil again. You are our omega and we will spoil ad treat you with the best respect you could ever want or need." Chan said softly. He slowly brought me to stand up. Looking at everyone else, I saw faces of love and adoration.

Chan began to lead me away, all of the boys following behind us. He brought me out of the room and down the stairs, till we stood in front of a door I had never seen the other side of. When he opened the door, I saw a staircase leading down to the basement. Nervously I followed them down, only for all the nervousness to wash away in seconds. In the basement was a room with a huge bed, like two mattresses pushed together. The frame was extremely low, like there wasn't a frame at all just a mattress on the floor. However the frame spill out on the three sides you could see. Pillows were splayed all over the floor, and equally did a bunch of random blankets and furs.

Opposite of the huge bed was a tv and a door to a small bathroom next to that. "I think it's time we spent a night together as a pack, we can cuddle up with you and watch any movie you would like to watch." I smiled and nodded. "Yes, please." Letting go of me, I quickly ran over and plopped myself on the bed. I picked up one of the blankets and wrapped myself up like a little burrito. The rest of my mates stood at the door, each one smiling at me with fondness and our unadulterated love. In return, I smiled back with equal amount of love.

They took too long to come to their senses so I decided to take action. Looking at Felix, I held up my hands. "Lixxie come over here." He was quick to move, walking across the room before I grabbed his arm and pulled him down on to the bed. Quickly I found another blanket and started to wrap him up. "Need to show my mates how much they mean to me too." I whispered out. Yet it seems everyone heard me and quickly made their way over to me. grabbing a blanket on the way before climbing onto the bed. This mad meme smile as I began to go from each mate, fixing their blankets and wrapping them up the way my omega wanted.

After I finished fixing each one, I would give them a quick peck on the cheek before moving on to the next mate in line. Once we were all cuddled up and comfortable, then I asked if they could turn on any Disney movie. Jisung picked out Mulan for me and we all cuddled up closer to watch the movie together.

Yet it wasn't long before I fell into a warm slumber, wrapped between the arms of Felix and Seungmin who had sandwiched me between them both. I had finally told them of my horrors, and now I could move on replacing those horrors with their love and kindness. Maybe this life was worth it, I'm glad I took the risk those many months ago and ran off into the forest.

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[a-lonely-dunedain]

(hi sorry yes I'm writing this trope again bc no one can stop me. I need Margim hurt/comfort like I need air ok. she's literally everything 2 me. I'm normal about them. I'm sooo normal about the traumatized berserker lady and her soft healer husband <- *lying*)

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Blades cut, bones crack, orcs and men die screaming.

There is horror in the familiarity of it all, how readily it comes back, the sick feeling in my stomach, the deafening noise, the smell of sulfur and death, little rivers of blood before my feet, dripping from the hands of this monster they call the Executioner of the Pit. There is horror in how, almost, natural it feels to be here. How the life I built for myself in the north now feels so distant now, like a foolish dream, one that I have now awoken from and found myself back in the Pit of Thorzhaf.

At some point, I wake up from that nightmare. It does little to help. Ah, so it’s going to be one of those nights.

I sit up and rub the sleep away from my eyes with shaking hands. I shouldn’t expect to get any more of it now anyway, not when my sleeping mind has seen fit to torment me so every time I close my eyes. The house is mostly black, with only a dim trace of light emanating from the dying embers of the firepit, but I can still see clearly enough that it is my home in Lhan Tarren. I turn to see Celeair sleeping soundly in the bundle of blankets next to me, I’m relieved I did not wake him.

I can hear the rain outside, I try to find it comforting, for there was no rain in Mordor. The sound is usually a boon in quieting those memories, yet I do not think anything will drown them forever. Especially not tonight. 

I take deep, steady breaths, like Celeair told me to, but my heart still thrashes in my chest like a caged animal.

I know I am not in Mordor, I know I know I know, I am safe here, but the memory is so strong now, it drowns out all other sensations. I listen to the rain, I still hear screams. I grip the blanket with white knuckles, trying to feel its softness, but I still feel blades beneath my skin. A low rumbling of thunder becomes the uneasy murmurs of Orodruin, for a moment I can taste ash in the air, feel its heat on my skin.

This isn’t working. Unnamed and irrational terror grips my heart once again, and it will not let go so easily.

I consider waking Celeair. He could help. I want to let him hold me again. I need his soft voice and gentle hands to drive away this… this madness.

But my throat tightens and my hands tremble, my eyes burn with uncried tears. An all too familiar fear seizes my heart now. I could not speak without my voice breaking, I feel weak and pathetic. I cannot let him see me like this. I stand up, quickly and quietly as I can, and head outside. 

The rain pours down in heavy, loud sheets. The cold water shocks my skin as I walk further out. That’s good. Cold is good. It’s far away from Thorzhaf. I lift my face to the black sky and let the water wash over my face, quenching the burning in my eyes. The rain is loud, everything else seems quiet. Finally. I stand there for a long while, letting the rain be the only thing I feel, hear, and think as it soaks through my hair and clothes. I finally feel like I can breathe again.

I do not know how long it's been, but I guess I should head inside soon, although I am reluctant to leave this cold reprieve, everything I came out here to escape is all too likely to come back then. Maybe I can stay out a little longer.

I thought I heard someone say something, that’s odd-

“Margim…?” Celeair’s voice almost makes me jump, how long has he been out here? I see him standing nearby with his cloak drawn tightly around him, straining his eyes to see me in the darkness.

“Yes, I’m here,” I answer quietly, barely being heard over the rain.

“Are you alright?” A rhetorical question, for he already knows that the answer, if not an outright ‘no’, is most certainly not ‘yes’. I think that normally— and I will fully admit my point of reference for ‘normal’ is shaky at best— most people do not stand out in thunderstorms in the middle of the night when they’re having a good time. Suffice to say, I’m in no position to lie to him. But I hesitate, the worry in his eyes fills me with shame. “I… do not know,” I mutter in response.

He steps forward and gently takes my arm in his hands, “let’s go back inside,” he says softly, “I think this rain will do little good for either of us.” he takes a step back towards the door, and I wordlessly follow him back into the house. 

He wastes no time in stoking the firepit and providing it with fresh logs, and soon enough the room is lit up with an inviting orange glow. I stand nearby, half expecting an interrogation as to the reason I was seemingly trying to catch my death of cold, but Celeair asks nothing of me. Instead he just sits down in the small pile of furs near the fire, leaving plenty of room for me beside him. 

“Well, you’re not going to get very dry over there” he looks at me expectantly, but I can still detect concern in his voice. Reluctantly I sit down next to him, the heat from the fire feels soothing, and I try not to let it remind me of anything else.

“...I’m sorry,” I murmur, “I did not mean to wake you.”

“You’ve nothing to apologize for,” he says plainly, stretching out his hands to the fire to warm them “Truly, I think being awake is the least of my concerns at the moment.”

“It was only a nightmare, I did not mean to trouble you over it,” I look away from him, ashamed “I just… needed to clear my head.”

“You know, you don’t have to worry about waking me up next time, if you think it could be of any help. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I know… I wanted to but I… I don’t know why I couldn’t," the words come haltingly from me "It’s just… I felt so weak, on the brink of shattering, I couldn’t… I didn’t want you to see me like that.” my brow furrows in frustration, I make it sound like a matter of wounded pride, but that is not what I’m trying to say to him. I am not a prideful woman, I think there is little for me to be proud of. It’s just that Celeair is not a fighter, he knows not how to wield a blade nor has any desire to, so to a large extent he relies on me for protection. I don’t like letting him see me so weak. I want him to feel safe around me, like I can protect him from all harm, but how can he when I cannot even protect myself from myself? When I can be broken by a mere memory? I hate the thought of anyone seeing me in such a state, especially him.

Celeair reaches for my hand and gently holds it, his fingers slotting perfectly between my own. He says nothing, merely offering a simple gesture of comfort as he sits in thoughtful silence.

“In my line of work I see everyone at their lowest,” he says quietly after some thought, “rendered helpless by sickness or injury. I’ve tended to everyone from the common man to the mightiest of warriors, and never thought any less of them for it,” he gives my hand a gentle reassuring squeeze, “because no one is untouchable. You aren’t weak for being hurt.”

“I certainly don’t feel very strong either,” the slight tremble in my voice betrays that fact all too well.

“No one does, not when they’re in this much pain." his thumb gently bushes mine in a soothing motion, "It’s nothing to be ashamed of, especially after everything you’ve lived through.”

I just look on into the fire, not knowing what to say. I know he’s telling the truth, I know he is the last person in the world who would ever think less of me for even a display as pathetic as this, but it still feels pathetic nonetheless.

And, I do not think it’s just that… the thought of allowing myself to be so broken, openly, for someone to see -even someone I trust as much as Celeair- just feels so wrong. Terrifying, actually. Weakness and fear go hand in hand for me, where one is the other follows closely behind. If I am weak I am afraid, weakness meant death in Mordor, and it is an instinct that is not easily unlearned. I know that no harm will come to me here, but my heart never seems to believe it. 

“I am not ashamed, I’m just afraid.” I finally croak out, wishing my voice would not so readily betray the fact that I am on the brink of tears. I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut, desperately trying to bury the sorrow welling up in my eyes. To my credit, after a few shaky breaths, I manage it.

“Is there anything I might do to help?” he asks.

I pause in thought, I don’t know if there’s anything he can do to make this go away, but… “a hug couldn’t hurt,” I reply sheepishly.

Swiftly but gently Celeair puts his arms around my waist and pulls himself close to me. I instinctively return the hug, wrapping my arms tightly around him desperate to feel his warmth.

…and forgetting that my clothes have not yet had time to dry. “Oh. Now I’ve gone and soaked you too…” I mumble apologetically.

“Oh noo, how horrible,” he says with a soft laugh, laying his head on my shoulder as he snuggles closer to me, completely undeterred by my sopping wet clothes “I suppose we’ll simply have to huddle for warmth then, nothing else to be done about it.” I cannot help but smile slightly at his words. It’s a good thing he doesn't mind, because I do not plan to let go of him anytime soon. It's hard to think about much else when I'm holding him like this.

Everything is finally quiet again.