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SUMMARY: You and Gojo Satoru were once everything to each other, but now, the space between you is filled with nothing but silence and resentment. College is just a reminder of how far you’ve drifted apart, and every encounter only adds fuel to the fire.

You avoid him like the plague, but it doesn’t matter. You can still feel him in the shadows, always there, always watching, as if the past was never really gone. So what do you do? You (try to) keep your distance, pretending it’s easy to forget the history that’s weighed you down for so long.

But deep down, neither of you can let go. And as the tension between you grows, you’re forced to confront the truth: some things are never truly buried, no matter how hard you try.

best friends-to-friends with benefits-to-enemies-to-enemies with benefits-to?

TWs (for this chapter): emotional distress and anxiety, body image issues and weight-related comments, mentions of food, dieting, and restriction, verbal abuse and manipulation, self-harm ideation, substance use and abuse references, mental health struggles (depression, anxiety, insecurity), intimate situations and explicit language, abandonment and neglect, self-deprecation and feelings of worthlessness, bullying or being belittled

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CHAPTER ONE - The Morning; proceed with caution...

AN: okay, first of all, let’s talk about ren. he's liteeerally the only reason i'm posting this chapter earlier. REN. If you didn’t fall in love with him in this chapter, then honestly, i don’t know what to tell you because he’s an absolute gem. like i’m literally obsessed with him. he’s my favorite character HANDS DOWN. i’m talking top-tier, i would throw myself in front of a speeding bus for him if i had to. i mean, he’s got the charm, the humor, the flawless sense of timing. he’s a walking chaos machine and i’m here for it. can we please get a round of applause for ren? seriously, he’s out here living his best life, making questionable decisions, and somehow being the best friend anyone could ask for.

this chapter? oh yeah, it’s the introduction to the story, the one that sets everything on fire (in a good way, don’t worry). we’re finally giving you the ren experience in full force because he’s that important. his energy? unparalleled. his bad decisions? iconic. his ability to get people into ridiculous situations? absolutely legendary. and don’t even get me started on how much i’m loving writing for him. i know you can’t tell, but i’m literally typing this while holding back tears of joy. like, this man could ask me to jump off a cliff and i’d probably do it because i’m just so in love with his chaotic little soul.

stay tuned for more chaos, more fun, and more ren being ren.

love, [@writesvani] (ren's #1 fan)

No one ever told you opening your eyes while fighting a horrible hangover would be this hard—well, they did, and you’ve experienced it millions of times—but that doesn’t make it any easier.

Fluttering your eyelashes, your eyes barely open as a blurry flash of sunlight enters your narrow line of vision.

Ugh.

Why did you drink so much last night? You don’t even know.

Never drinking again.

Noted.

Lying to yourself won’t make the situation any easier.

Noted as well.

Hardly awake, you shift, trying to lift yourself up to sit—except your bed isn’t yours at all.

And this isn’t your room.

Or your apartment.

Your head throbs as you blink away the lingering fog in your vision, forcing yourself to take in your surroundings.

A small studio apartment. Cramped, slightly chaotic, and definitely unfamiliarly familiar.

The sofa beneath you is worn, the cushions flattened from years of use. Next to it, a tiny coffee table is cluttered with splattered magazines and old computer science textbooks, their spines cracked and bruised from relentless study sessions. Among the mess, a dirty ashtray overflows, its stale scent clinging to the air.

Gross.

A ginger-scented candle sits beside it—maybe an attempt to neutralize the overwhelming stench of smoke, though it clearly isn’t doing its job.

Your eyes drift further, landing on the tiny kitchen area. Greasy, dimly lit, its sink overflowing with dishes that look like they’ve been abandoned for days. The counters are barely visible beneath the chaos of unwashed mugs, instant ramen cups, and a suspiciously sticky bottle of what you assume was once honey.

Unease coils in your stomach.

Where the fuck are you?

Your fingers clutch the blanket draped over you, a thin, soft thing that smells like cheap detergent and cigarette smoke.

And then—

Relief floods through you like a tidal wave, so strong it almost makes you dizzy.

Oh.

Thank God.

Thank God you ended up here.

“So my worst best friend is finally up! What a lovely surprise!”

A voice—far too loud for this hour, far too cheerful for your current state—pulls you from the lingering haze of sleep.

You groan, pressing your palms into your temples as if that could somehow will away the pounding headache splitting your skull. “Please, for the love of God, let me enjoy my peace and quiet for five minutes before coming in with your unnecessary comments.”

A dramatic gasp. Then, “Okay, bitch. Rude. I understand you’re hungover, but please just be civilized for a second there. You don’t have to throw your defensive mechanism in—I didn’t even start my lecture yet.”

You crack open one eye just to glare. “Cut the crap, Ren. I’m not really in the mood right now.”

Ren smirks, crossing his arms as he leans against the kitchen counter. “Oh babe, if I were into women, I’d already have gotten you in it.”

Your lips twitch despite the throbbing in your skull. Because no matter how much you despise him in this exact moment—for being loud, for being happy, for simply existing when all you want is to die a slow, miserable, post-hangover death—a wave of relief crashes over you.

You’re safe.

Safe from last night. Safe with him.

You’ve known Ren for ages. Just to be more precise, since you were eleven. He’s your other half, your soulmate in a way that has nothing to do with romance and everything to do with the fact that, if it weren’t for his overwhelming love for ass and balls and dicks/men, the two of you would already be married.

It’s a thought you’ve had more than once. A parallel universe, maybe. One where you’d be an old married couple on some tropical island, far away from the bullshit of everyday life. Where you’d smoke weed all day and piss him off, and he’d play The Sims 4 all night and piss you off right back—screaming at his Sim for cheating on their husband with some new guy, courtesy of Wicked Whims.

But that’s not this universe.

This one’s a little messier.

This one’s full of questionable life choices, painfully slow mornings, and an unspoken pact:

If neither of you find an unrespectably hot, respectable man by the time you’re 35—

The wedding’s on.

“How the fuck did I end up here?”

Your voice is raw, thick with exhaustion and regret. The world tilts as you sit up, and for a brief moment, you genuinely consider throwing yourself right back into unconsciousness.

Ren, ever the dramatic one, sighs as if this isn’t the millionth time you’ve asked him that exact question. “What do you think?”

You blink at him. “First of all, don’t answer my question with another question. Second of all, IF I FUCKING KNEW, I WOULDN’T BE ASKING.”

Ren groans, tossing his hands into the air like a cartoon character about to launch into a monologue. “Okay, calm your pretty ass down, missy. You were too wasted. Or high. Or probably both. And you got a cab to my place. Probably the only address you could remember, considering we all know you can’t remember your own after one shot.”

His words are a jumble in your aching brain, but the general gist is clear: you fucked up. Again.

You huff, crossing your arms, but the sudden movement sends a sharp pain straight to your skull.

Yup.

Yup.

Never drinking again.

“Oh, Rennie,” you mumble, pulling his blanket over your head and collapsing onto the silky mattress. “I don’t think I’m ever going to drink again.”

Ouch. Bad decision. Pain again.

You’re dizzy, disoriented, sinking into the pillowcase you got him for his twenty-second birthday—the one he pretended not to like but still uses anyway.

Ren sighs. Not annoyed, not even surprised. Just—accepting. Because this isn’t the first time you’ve stumbled into his apartment, destroyed beyond reason, unable to string together a coherent sentence.

You feel bad. You always do. But you can’t help it.

Ren is the last remaining fragment of the old you, the one you buried deep in the back of your mind, the one you so desperately tried to forget. But he’s Ren, and he’s been your Ren since you were eleven.

And you hate it—hate that you keep dragging him into your mess, ruining his perfectly fine days with your self-inflicted chaos. But for some unfathomable reason, Ren still loves you.

He loved you at your best.

He loved you at your worst.

And somehow, he still loves you in whatever the fuck this is.

“It’s okay, babe. I know you’re lying.”

Ren’s voice is steady, soft, almost knowing. He doesn’t call you out with anger or frustration—just that damn patience of his, the kind that makes your chest tighten and your throat burn.

“C’mon, don’t go all crocodile tears and fake regrets on me now,” he continues, settling down next to you. “You know there’s always a safe space for you here.”

His hand finds your cheek, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against your skin. His touch is light, barely there, but it still feels like an anchor. You lean into it instinctively, your head still pulsing with the aftermath of last night’s recklessness. Yet somehow, his presence dulls the ache, lulling your discomfort into something almost bearable.

Ren always had that effect on you.

“Now, now,” he hums, voice teasing but gentle. “Tell me what got you so worked up that you drank like a dog let off a leash last night.”

You tense, but before you can even think of an excuse, he sighs.

“Sorry for not coming, by the way,” he murmurs. “But you already know how I feel about Yumi and all your other friends.”

And just like that, if you thought you couldn’t possibly feel worse, Ren effortlessly proves you wrong.

Because the only person you actually wanted to spend time with on your birthday wasn’t there—and it’s all because of you.

Ren doesn’t like them. It’s as simple as that.

He doesn’t like your friends, your environment, or the people you surround yourself with. He thinks they’re a bunch of problematic teens trapped in grown-up bodies, incapable of making rational decisions. They seek validation from whatever reckless or idiotic thing they did just to be considered “cool enough” on campus.

And maybe he’s right. Maybe that’s exactly what they are.

Ren isn’t shy about speaking his truth, especially when it comes to them. And you’re used to it by now. Hell, you wouldn’t want him to lie, to pretend like everything’s fine when it’s clearly not. It’d be too toxic for your best friend to step out of his comfort zone just to match your lifestyle, to accommodate what you think you want.

He doesn’t need to.

Ren has been the only constant, the only good thing in your life for the past few years. And, in a way, that’s enough.

"It's okay, lovie. We’ll be together today," you murmur, your voice quieter than usual. "I tried to bail on the party, but you know Yumi—she just wouldn’t budge."

You shift, mind working at lightning speed, lips parting and closing as you try to piece together the mess of last night. It’s all a bit blurry, details slipping through the cracks of your memory like sand through your fingers. But one thing stands out.

Gojo called you cheap.

The words flash in your mind like a neon sign, burning hot, humiliating, cutting deeper than you’d ever admit. And, of course, you being you, there was no way you’d just walk away, let him have the last word like that. No, you had to strike back.

So you did.

In front of Geto, the guy you’d actually wanted to take home, you called Gojo out. Laid it all bare. Exposed your past, your messy, embarrassing, mistake-ridden history with him. Let the words roll off your tongue like venom, staining the air of Nanami’s pristine beige living room.

The degradation of admitting you’d once fucked the beautiful, white-eyed demon was almost unbearable. Almost. Because underneath that shame, there was something else—something undeniably satisfying about the way Gojo’s face drained of color.

Ha. Should’ve taken a picture.

The man was sweating.

But, of course, that satisfaction was short-lived. The moment passed, leaving behind nothing but a thick, awkward silence that hung in the air like a bad smell.

Mood? Ruined.

Horny? Not anymore.

Gojo? Pissed.

Geto? Not having it.

And honestly, you couldn’t even blame him. Who the hell would still be in the mood after witnessing an argument that never should’ve happened in the first place?

Gojo left quickly, tossing a sharp, “This isn’t over” over his shoulder before disappearing.

And Geto?

He just sat there, staring at you, dumbfounded.

So, as any sane person would do, you decided to self-destruct with tequila and dance to the INNA Party Mix some random guy snuck into the playlist while no one was looking.

Gojo’s words didn’t touch you. Not even a little bit. And losing your dick of the night? Whatever. Hot guys were everywhere. Besides, it was probably for the best—you really didn’t need the extra drama of Geto’s girlfriend finding out about whatever almost happened.

So that’s probably how you ended up at Ren’s place.

Even though you have zero recollection of getting here in the first place.

“So it wasn’t just weed and shots,” Ren squeezes your hand, his voice softer now. “It was Gojo.”

Your throat tightens. No. It wasn’t Gojo. Of course, it wasn’t Gojo. You just wanted to let loose, enjoy the night, without anyone ruining it for you. Right?

Right?

“Who cares about that assface? I just wanted to get drunk and high, simple as that.”

“Okay, okay,” Ren lifts his hands in surrender. “I won’t mention it again. Promise on Charli XCX.” He nods toward the poster on his wall, and for the first time since waking up, a laugh escapes your lips.

His eyes light up at the sound, and in that moment, you swear you love him even more.

Because Ren never pushes. He never pressures you to explain yourself or dissect your feelings. He just lets you be.

And you love him for that.

What you don’t love is the flicker of knowing in his gaze—the way he reads you like an open book. Not many people ever managed to do that.

But it doesn’t matter. Because Ren never says it out loud.

It’s different with him.

Sometimes you wonder if things would be easier if you could have this kind of connection with anyone else. But then again, if you did, maybe what you have with Ren wouldn’t feel so rare and fragile and beautiful.

“Swear on BRAT,” you say, extending your pinky.

“I swear on BRAT,” he echoes, linking his pinky with yours.

And just like that, Gojo isn’t mentioned again.

Or last night.

Or Yumi.

Or Nanami’s obscenely expensive house.

"C'mon, babe. Let's go get some breakfast."

Ren tugs you out of bed, dragging you into the world of the living, and just like that, you’re not a mess anymore. It’s stupid how easily he does that—how he makes you feel a little less like a disaster with nothing but his presence. And maybe, just maybe, you love him a little more than you did mere seconds ago.

The place Ren takes you to is… odd.

Some kind of coffee shop-slash-restaurant-in-the-making. It’s close to his apartment, but it’s way too edgy to be a normal breakfast spot. But hey—a free meal is a free meal, and who are you to complain when he offered to treat you?

Okay, maybe you’re exaggerating a little. It’s not that edgy. Just… offbeat.

It’s called Radio, and by some wonderfully bizarre twist, the entire place is literally filled with radios.

They’re everywhere.

The walls are made of them, stacked up like some chaotic art installation. Car radios serve as makeshift stands, holding the food and drink menus. The menus themselves? Coquette-coded, decorated with bows and big-eyed deer like they were plucked straight from some Tumblr fever dream.

And then there’s the rest of the decor—ripped anime T-shirts hanging in the corners, stickers on the counter with millennial-core quotes like Eat. Sleep. Coffee. Repeat.

The waitress who approaches your table looks dead inside, eyeliner smudged into a mess so perfectly disheveled it’s almost intentional. She definitely doesn’t want to be here. But then again, do any of us?

"Stop judging," Ren hisses.

You blink at him. Judging?

"I’m a broke college student, and this place is cheap enough to actually fill my stomach," he defends, crossing his arms.

"I’m not judging," you retort. "But you have to admit, this place is weird. Look around. The interior designer who made this was probably on coke. Or MDMA. Or both."

Ren sighs. Deeply.

"Not everyone has to get high to come up with weirdly fun concepts," he says, exasperated.

"Now that’s just a lie, honey," you shoot back, leaning on your hand. "All artists get their inspiration somewhere, and the good ones? They get it on something. Look at Van Gogh. Dickens. Bukowski—"

"That’s not something to be proud of," Ren interrupts, rolling his eyes. "Those people were addicts. They needed help. Jesus. There's no proof that they made their best works because they were high—who knows? Maybe their art would've been even better if they were sober."

You hum, pretending to consider his argument.

"Well, you can’t prove that, can you?" you say, smirking.

Ren narrows his eyes, lips pressing into a thin line. Checkmate.

You love throwing these hypothetical what ifs at him just as much as he loves throwing them at you. His argument about sobriety is well-executed, you’ll give him that.

But he’ll never understand the euphoria—the way inspiration thrums in your veins when you’re tipsy, or better yet, high. The way stories are born from that space between reality and delirium. You swear your best ideas only exist there.

(Not that you’ve ever tried making them sober, of course.)

"Let’s not argue about the lives and works of people we’ll never truly know," Ren sighs, finally relenting.

"Okay," you agree, lips twitching.

For now.

“So, we can’t talk about your Voldemort, but you can for sure tell me more about that black-haired hottie you met last night?”

Ren’s rosy lips curve into a playful grin, his eyes lighting up with excitement. And just like that, you can’t help but melt at how much he lives for the gossip. Some things never change.

“He has a girlfriend, you mentioned?” Ren asks again, clearly wanting the details.

“Yeah, but it’s not like I care,” you shrug, rolling your eyes. “I wouldn’t go after a taken man who didn’t want me—that’s just not cool. But this guy, I’m telling you, from the second he laid eyes on me, he was eye-fucking me. Like, full-on, taking my clothes off telepathically and sinking his cock into me. It was intense.”

Ren snorts, amused.

“And if you saw him—he was all black long hair, a bandana, A BANDANA hanging from his neck. Made me wanna strangle him and lick him at the same time.” You pause, feeling the heat rise in your chest. “And the polo shirt, okay, I thought it was kinda lame for a college party, but it gave me a peek at his abs and, oh my god, his happy trail. And his lips, babe, I’m telling you. Pink, soft, begging to be bitten. Ugh. I should’ve tried harder and just fucked him.”

“Wait, you saw his happy trail?”

“Yeah, his shirt rode up when he was stretching after playing billiards with the guys. I was already plastered, but trust me, I saw it. It was practically an invitation to drop to my knees.” You take a bite of your fries, half-listening to yourself as the images replay in your mind.

“Well, if it were me, I’d be licking that happy trail into the midnight and riding him ‘til sunrise, baby,” Ren quips with a grin, taking a bite of his crepes.

You can see the look in Ren’s eyes—the way he’s already imagining it all. It makes you laugh, feeling a rush of affection for your ridiculous, perfectly in-sync best friend.

“Got a pic of the hottie?”

You freeze.

Your horniness deflates to zero. You forgot. You didn’t even get his number, his Instagram, nothing. “I forgot to follow him. I’m so fucking dumb.”

Ren rolls his eyes.

“Follow him now, duh. Who cares?”

“I care,” you say quickly. “I don’t want him to think I’m some creepy-ass loser who’s randomly looking him up.”

Ren looks at you like you’re nuts. “He won’t think that. Plus, if he doesn’t follow you back, then he’s blind and needs a check-up.”

“Let’s just try looking him up on Insta. Maybe he has a profile pic so you can see him, but I am NOT following him.”

You whip out your phone and start typing.

And there he is. Geto Suguru.

And oh boy.

His profile pic isn't just a pic, he's shirtless, his shorts hanging low on his hips, and there it is—the happy trail, long, dark, and deliciously inviting. His face is perfectly smirking, like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. You feel a shiver run down your spine, practically drooling as you stare at the picture.

Ren, ever impatient, snatches your phone from your hands before you can even blink. His mouth falls open in shock.

“Sweet Jesus, oh my God,” he breathes, his eyes flicking between you and the picture, blinking rapidly like his brain can’t handle it.

Then he moves his thumb. And you know exactly what he’s doing, but it’s too late. It’s too fucking late.

Ren has just sent a follow request to your “almost fuck.”

You feel a panic rise in your chest. No. This is it. You’re going to strangle him. Watch as life leaves his annoying body and his breath gets lost somewhere else because you know—you just know—he did it. He followed him. From your phone and your goddamn Instagram account.

“Are. You. Fucking. Insane?”

You stare at Ren in disbelief, heart pounding in your chest as your brain tries to process what he’s just done.

“I did what had to be done,” Ren grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “This man is too fine and too sexy not to be tried out at least once. Honestly, pardon his straightness, but I’d blow him like my life depended on it. Since I can’t do it myself, you’re gonna take the sacrifice of doing it for me.”

You feel a mix of anger and embarrassment bubble up inside you. “Ren, I’m going to kill you. I’m literally going to kill you.”

“Relax, girl,” he snickers, waving you off like it’s no big deal. “And when you fuck him, pretty please think about me, so I can, by some miracle, feel it as well.”

You roll your eyes, trying to calm yourself down, but there's that nagging fear lingering in the pit of your stomach. “What if he doesn’t follow me back?” you whine, your voice a mix of real concern and dramatic flair. “I’m too old for this humiliation. I don’t need more rejection stacking up on my list.”

Ren just shrugs, completely nonchalant. “He will. Trust. Now eat your food, ho, and let’s go shopping.”

You don’t believe him, though. Deep down, you know he’s lying—because by the end of your shopping spree with Ren, Geto still hasn’t followed you back.

You’re losing your mind.

Even after you’ve showered, eaten, and taken a power nap, you find yourself glued to your phone. There’s still no accepted request. No follow. Just a stupid pending ‘follow request sent’ sitting there, mocking you.

You panic. You called Ren probably ten times and sent him thirty messages, all containing some combination of death, you, kill, and didn’t follow me back. You’ve become a mess—unrecognizable even to yourself.

The worst part? You know he saw it. You just know it. There’s no way in hell he didn’t check his phone at least once in the eight hours that passed. He’s leaving you hanging, like some peasant who isn’t even worth the time to be acknowledged.

It stings. It fucking stings.

You were dramatic before, sure, but you were deep down thinking he'd follow you back. Everyone does. He was all over you last night, wanting you, practically undressing you with his eyes. There was no way that stupid little spat with Gojo could have ruined things with Geto. Or maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were just stupid.

How dare he?

How dare he act like you weren’t worth even a simple follow? You start pacing around the room, frustration boiling over as your mind spirals into overdrive.

Then it hits you.

Gojo. That bastard. He’s always meddling in your business, always making things harder than they need to be. He loves getting involved for no reason, just to mess with you.

Just like he did before.

18 years ago

It’s an usual Friday afternoon, and you’re sitting with your great grandma on the front porch, her wrinkled hands steady as she writes down the words you dictate to her. You don’t know how to write yet—not really. Yes, you know the alphabet, but putting words together, let alone sentences on paper, feels like an impossible task for your six-year-old mind. But you know how to speak, and that’s all that matters right now. So you speak, and she writes, and together, you create a poem. It’s about winter, and comfort, and there’s a line about soup cooking on the stove, messily tossed in there.

You swear, in that moment, you’ve never been prouder of yourself. You are creating something—your very first poem. And even though it’s messy, even though it doesn’t follow all the rules of the world that you’re still figuring out, you did it.

Gojo, your next door neighbor and self proclaimed best friend sits beside you, shyly drawing you, your grandma, himself, and his favorite teddy bear, Teddy (of course) on what he insists is a train, even though it looks more like a stinky snail. You laugh, but then your excitement gets the best of you, and you run to your dad to show him the poem you just made with Nana. You can’t read it, but that doesn’t matter because Nana’s going to read it to him, and you’re so excited.

You just know he’ll be proud of you.

Nana reads the poem out loud, and you watch your dad as he listens. He smiles, and you’re filled with warmth, because he’s so pretty when he smiles. His eyes crinkle in that perfect greenish light, and his mouth—those dimples—just make everything feel perfect.

But then, he speaks.

“Nana, it’s great you’re teaching her all that, but she doesn’t have to write about food. There are many more beautiful things to write about. Our little peach is already a bit too chubby, and we’ve really been trying to help her lose weight, so I don’t think writing or thinking about food is good for her right now, right?”

Your heart sinks. Your excitement crashes to the ground.

You don’t know what it is, but his words make you feel so small. Your eyes drop to the ground, and you can’t hide from the uncomfortable, overwhelming feeling that floods over you. You already feel too big in your skin, too big in your body. Too big in your dad’s mind.

And then you feel it—the rush of anxiety. It sweeps over you like a tide, drowning you in its force. The weight of his words, the weight of your disappointment in his eyes, it’s too much. You couldn’t even keep it together for a stupid little poem.

Again.

You’ve disappointed him. Again. And there’s nothing you can do to make it stop.Nana says something, her voice soft and reassuring, about you being a normal, healthy little kid. She shakes her head at your dad disapprovingly, but you can’t hear her over the ringing in your ears. His words hang around you, clouding the air, and the warmth that had once bloomed in your chest shrivels up. The mood is ruined. And even though you fight it, even though you don’t want to, your eyes grow heavy and the tears that have been threatening to spill finally break free.

You try to hold them back, but they come anyway.

"I don’t think you’re chubby. You’re cute, and I liked your poem," Gojo whispers to you, his small, warm hand slipping into yours. He squeezes it gently and beams a pretty, innocent smile at you.

But instead of feeling better, you feel worse.

His hand is smaller than yours. And he’s a boy. He’s smaller and slimmer than you, and you’re a girl. You shouldn’t even be thinking about these things, but you can’t stop. He’s smaller and slimmer and better, and you're chubbier, and nothing about this is fair.

And then you hear your dad again, his words ringing in your ears, harsher this time.

“Satoru, you don’t have to lie to make her feel better. Y/n’s a big girl. She can take it. Besides, she knows it’s for her own good.”

You nod, but it’s sharp and harsh, the motion of your head quick and jerky. You pull away from Satoru’s embrace, feeling like you might break under the weight of everything. His eyes are sad. You can see it now. The pity. The pity in his eyes, in your dad’s eyes, in everyone’s eyes. It’s there, it’s so clear, and you hate it.

You don’t understand pity yet, not fully, but you understand how it makes you feel small.

You’re not a little kid anymore.

Satoru looks mad now. He gives you one of those looks—‘It’s okay, I’ve got you’—the kind that only makes you feel worse. You can’t stand it.

You want to run. You want to hide. You want to be alone, away from all of this, away from their pity, away from the shame building up in your chest.

So you do.

You run. You run to your room, and when you’re there, the door shuts behind you, and you fall onto your bed. The tears come in waves, and you cry until evening falls, until your eyes are red and sore. You don’t come downstairs for dinner.

“Tomorrow, I’m not gonna eat anything. Then all of them are gonna see.”

You whisper the words to yourself, not fully understanding the weight of them, but in that moment, they make you feel like you have control. Like you can make everything better. And that's how it all begins.

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[alatusperegrinus]

What if Caelus, Dan Heng, and Welt Yang were equally obsessed with you at the same time— you, the new addition to the Astral Express?

Caelus/Dan Heng/Welt Yang x Reader (NSFW)

At first, Dan Heng was unsure of his feelings towards you. He knew that having an attraction to someone was a completely normal occurence, and it'll be gone with time. But he couldn't understand as to why it gets harder the longer you stayed at the express. His mind couldn't stop flashing images of you whenever he's alone in the archives. His eyes couldn't stop wandering at your features whenever you two meet at the lounge (he stops staring and looks away exactly right before your gaze lands at him).

Whenever Himeko would task you with something that requires looking at the data bank, Dan Heng would go insane (not that he would ever admit) whenever you're too near from him. He could smell the perfume you sprayed on your neck, the detergent you use for laundry, your shampoo, and the lotion you use occasionally. It's smells so... you, that he would try to inhale deeply with discreet.

That time Dan Heng knew he was in too deep was when he felt your breath touch his neck as you leaned and looked closely on the screen he was pointing at.

Dan Heng held his breath for a split second, eyes widening and fluttering in shock. He quickly regained control of his breathing, he has to. But of course, he doesn't have full control of his body as his cock started to harden.

Good thing you didn't stay at his room for too long. Dan Heng quickly locked his door after you left. Rushing to his futon, he sloppily pulled his pants down to his knees, not bothering to remove them fully. He bit a thick part of his shirt to muffle his noises as he jerked himself off with haste. With his eyes closed tightly, an image of you flashed without hesitation. How would you sound like if you were the one he's pleasuring? How would you taste on his tongue, how would you feel as he touches you all over?

He would come so quick and hard from those thoughts of you. Dan Heng sighed, it's going to be harder from now on.

Caelus knew he liked you ever since the first trailblazing expedition he had with you. You were strong, calm, and very protective of the team. Not to mention the way you presented yourself during combat (that were sometimes the subject of his wet dreams). Caelus realized that he loved hearing you laugh at his iconic responses. Sometimes his humor was forcedly executed, earning only a snicker or a face palm from you, but at least he still gets to bask in your divine attention.

Caelus would gain confidence as time goes on. He would drop flirtatious comments whenever you two were the only ones in the room. You would giggle and flirt back with him, but it only stays there.

Caelus would be the type to jerk off more than 3x a week at the thought of you. Yes, without shame he fucks his fist during his shower time. Good thing his shower's placed a bit far from the entrance of his room, so no one could hear his pathetic whines and moans of your name.

Mr. Welt Yang, the express' most reliable guide, who couldn't help but fancy you as well.

There was just something about you that sparks curiousity in him, something that he had never felt before.

You two would spend time playing competitive games, read books from your personal library, and watch old animations from his planet. But Welt enjoys conversations with you the most. Whenever you two talk, time flies so quickly that the both of you were suprised that it's been two hours or so. During those conversations, he was able to get to know you deeper. Your values, your philosophies, your train of thoughts— Welt could list hundreds of things he likes about you. But he loves the way you make him feel.

You make him feel alive. As if you were an adventure he has always longed for. You make Welt feel so young. Especially during vulnerable talks between you and him felt natural and most importantly, safe.

But Welt, even with his age, is inexperienced. He's fully aware of his feelings for you, yet he's struggling to act on it. So he resorts to underhanded methods to satisfy his yearning for you.

You know Welt Yang is a nerd, adorably so. But did you even know he's a downright pervert? Don't blame him— it was because of you he's like this.

Welt hopes you don't keep count of your undies. He just took one with him, promise, only one. He'll bring it back after, along with your clean laundry.

[knight-a3]

Heavenbound AU

Masterpost

Niffty

I didn't redesign Niffty all at once, it was more like I would adjust one thing then later decide another thing needed to be adjusted. Anyway, I wanted to lean into the bug theme, which is popular for her and I think it suits her.

Notes under the cut

Ladybug: She was designed with Ladybugs and Asian Lady Beetles in mind, which I think is fairly obvious. Her eye coloring resembles the spots of an eyed ladybug.

Hair: I was doing some studying up on 1950s hairstyles and noticed that there was often this S shaped curve to the bangs. It looks like it evolved from the victory curls and similar styles of the 40s, but softened. I think I managed to do it in a way that kept the overall silhouette similar to canon. And the little curls by her face resemble bug mandibles. And I added little antenna.

I changed her hair color to a dark blue because it helped add more visual contrast in her design. That, and it helps allude to the fact that she's Asian-American. I would have gone with Chinese or Korean, but Japanese is the more popular headcanon. But that's only a minor detail. She doesn't have an accent, so I'm pretty sure she was raised in the US.

(The picture in the top left on the below image might be AI, something about her face and left hand looks off. I didn't notice until after, sorry. But the hair and figure shape do look accurate to the time period.)

Dress: Circle skirts are an iconic 50s style. And polka dots was a popular pattern. Historically, the skirt would not be shorter than the knee, but we can ignore that in hell. Instead of her neck bandana, I decided on a peter pan style collar. And the bodice should be form fitting, and bullet bras were common. The red part of her skirt is an "overskirt" that doubles as a set of wings. The wings aren't truly functional. A flying Niffty would be a nightmare. But they can show her emotions. They sometimes flutter when she's excited, or droop when she's upset. Via magic logic, they can still behave like fabric too. Mostly so I don't have to think too hard about how they would get in the way.

I played with color variations of orange, pink, and yellow, and even black with red spots. This was the overall combination I liked best.

Human:

We don't really know a whole lot about canon Niffty, so I'm leaving it fairly open. She died at age 22 in the 1950s(mid to late 50s, by the looks of it). Personally, I think she murdered her husband via stabbing. Maybe he was abusive and she just snapped, or maybe something else made her go crazy, I'm not sure. Then she was killed mid-rampage via gunshots to the chest.

(Feb 17, 2025- moved the human design to be above the cut)

[thoraeth]

Black Hole Hunger [3/3] | All Might x Reader

words: 1500

TW & Tags: gn!reader, no use of y/n, small might, slow burn, fluff, happy ending, implied s3x.

A/N: We survived the great angst of part 2 so it's time for the fluffiest fluff! Also, this story is getting an extra chapter, an Epilogue that will cover the events until the end of the manga. Thank you to anyone who took the time to read my ramblings 🖤

[Part 2] [Epilogue ]

After the gloomy spectacle of the black hole, Toshinori has been restless: he paces back and forth in his bedroom and looks out the window often, ignoring the incoming calls blowing up his phone every morning.

You check on him discreetly, making sure to fully respect his boundaries and alone time. A noble resolution that has nothing to do with the burning shame that's been tormenting you since the day you’ve made a handsy fool of yourself. You’re just sticking to small talk and staying in your lane, as you're supposed to.

Besides that, the hero has been nothing but a gentleman to you. Whenever your flushed face peeps in his room, his eyes widen and he greets you with the kindest words. You wish you had an ounce of that composure but you just can't help it: the memory of his touch still gives you goosebumps every time you think about it. And you’re thinking about it a lot.

“Damn. What am I, fourteen?” You sigh. It's 4 in the morning and you're staring at the ceiling from that uncomfortable futon on the office floor. It doesn't take long before Toshinori’s laments reach your ears, making you kick your blankets away and run to his door.

“You ok in here?” Feeling your way to the light switch, you see the tall man growling at the window.

“Is it ever gonna stop?” He grits his teeth as the wind wails loudly. “It's driving me crazy, make it stop!”

“How?”

“Do a beach, or a sunny sky or whatever.”

“Umh… sure.” You activate your quirk and the room turns into a peaceful seaside with palms all around. The ominous howling, however, is still roaring in the air, killing the summery mood on the spot. “They’re just images, sounds not included.” You shrug.

The warm vision fades away and Toshinori jumps back on his bed, disappointed. “Sorry, that was rude of me. What time is it?” He scratches his forehead with a deep sigh. “I keep waking you up…”

“It’s ok, the wind was bothering me too. How about some music to drown out the noise?”

“Mh... I think the kids got me an app for that. But I have no idea where it is.”

You sit against the headboard and reach out to the hero, his phone dropping on your palm. He sits up too, leaning over your head as he observes your thumb sliding on the chipped screen.

“Is this your class? How lovely.” Behind the million icons, there's a background picture of some young heroes making silly faces, a beaming All Might right in the middle. The man looks so happy with that green haired shortie on his shoulders.

“Yes, at the sports festival! And this one is young Midoriya, the one I told you about.”

Before the music app could come up, Toshinori launches into detailed stories about his 1-A, lighting up with pride as he tells you all about the students’ adventures, praising them for their loving and supportive disposition.

Hunched over the tiny screen, he's reeling off random facts about each of them when the two of you get comfortably closer. Your hair brush against one another, his chest moving against your shoulder with every breath and word.

The hours go by and you both lay back. Resting against his chest, you're chatting softly while his long fingers trace invisible lines along your arm. Looking up at the hero, you marvel at how easy and good it feels to be with him. You're struggling to stay awake, to make it last just a little more, but his light touch helps sleep get the better of you.

When your eyes flutter open, a timid light comes from the window.

“Good morning…” you yawn. “Did we doze off?”

“I did not, but you crashed.” Toshinori is lying on his side, studying your face with an unusual happy expression. He stares at you intensely as you get up and stretch, almost drowning in that humongous sweatshirt.

You shuffle to the kitchen but the sound of other steps in the corridor makes you stop and turn at the blonde beanpole behind you. “You haven't set foot outside your bedroom in weeks. Congrats!” You smirk, heading towards the main room.

As you mess with yesterday's takeaway boxes, the hero slides on the sofa. He observes the light on the floor with a loud yawn.

“Last night I thought of something.” He says, out of the blue. “I’ll take care of my unfinished business, for the kid and everyone else. And if it means dying on the battlefield, so be it: I came to terms with that long ago.”

Mouth agape, you stare at Toshinori's nape, spilling coffee outside your mug. His words hit you like a punch in the stomach.

“And yet, I think I’ve never really taken into consideration the idea that I could…outlive it all. Enjoy it, even.”

You walk up behind him, watching him stretch his long arms, then scratch his chest. “Is that so?” you say softly.

“If by any twist of fate I’ll make it alive…I could hang out with friends whenever I want, bedrot on weekends and sleep alone no longer. Gosh, after fifty years.” He grows more excited with every thought. “I could even buy a small house by the sea! I’d watch the sunrise every morning and the kids from 1-A would come over in the summer.”

“That sounds lovely. Can I come over too?”

“Oh, you’ll have your keys.” he chuckles, throwing his head back to meet your gaze. “To every house I'll ever own. I'd be nothing but blessed to get home and have you there.”

At that point, you're far too gone; the feelings in your chest too big, too inflated to take any spoken form. You bury your face in Toshinori's neck, hugging him as tight as your arms let you. He slowly rests his head against you and lets out a content hum.

Things in the house are quiet again but, unlike before, the atmosphere is peaceful. Each day brings endless conversations about your lives, with tons of excuses to stay glued to one another. In fact, you’re constantly dancing around it: lingering touches, light pecks on the cheeks, your names whispered in the night to check if you're both awake.

As much as you enjoy taking it slow, something is secretly gnawing at you. Very soon, you'll be in the UA auditorium in front of the most powerful heroes of the nation with their protegees, and your speech is nothing like the draft you and Mr. Principal have agreed upon.

After all you've witnessed in that house, a simple talk about quirks just won't do: the hideous hunger must be brought to the light, pinned against the UA walls. What happened to Toshinori and the others must not continue undisturbed.

You couldn't care less if the rat will hate your lecture, if he doesn't pay you eventually. But what if he doesn't like it? Are you about to ruin it all? This thought makes you restless at night, so you end up at his door, seeking his arms to calm you down.

A couple of days before your lecture is due, the anxiety is so overwhelming that you can't bring yourself to get up: Toshinori has been calling you softly from the bedroom but your limbs just won't move. As you're about to drift back into sleep, though, you feel two long hands sliding under you, lifting you from the floor.

Burying your face in the hero's neck, you enjoy the swinging motion that brings you to the other room, feeling the soft mattress and the warmth of Toshinori on your back as he spoons you for the rest of the night.

When morning comes, you can't believe your eyes: glorious sun rays invade the room, warm on your face as if it's spring already. The neverending storm has finally left. You sit up in the middle of the bed and bask in that long desired light.

“I'm feeling much better thank you. I’ll be back on Monday.” Toshinori’s voice echoes in the corridor. “Is the meeting after the lecture or..”

Your charming hero appears in the door frame: he's talking on the phone but, as soon as he sees you, his face lights up.

He reaches you, getting so close you can hear Mr. Principal’s voice coming from the device in his hand. The blonde head plants a peck on your cheek, then whispers: “The weather is lovely. I went to buy us breakfast, it's in the kitchen.”

While he reassures the mouse he's still there, you observe him mesmerized, remarking how mundanity could make that man shine just as much as heroism. Suddenly, you cup his face with your hands and kiss him. A long, slow kiss in which he leans without hesitation.

Toshinori pulls back for a second, hanging up on the babbling principal. He throws the phone away, then tilts your head back to kiss you fiercely once again.

The hero has moved on top of you, whispering sweet words in your ear as your fingers dig in his golden hair. His big hands lifts his old sweatshirt up to your neck, and you surrender eagerly to him, craving every inch of his warm skin against yours.

It’s not even love you're feeling at this point, it is pure devotion. You want Toshinori to thrive and you’ll do anything so that he ends up safe, loved and taken good care of.

You think about your wrecked notes for a second and you've never felt more ready in your life.

[walkersbeloved]

dragged my feet right down the aisle

cw// daddy kink, accidental voyeurism, infidelity

they keep their relationship behind closed doors. that is until alice overhears something she’s not supposed to.

words: 2.1k

“Brendan—“ Simon groaned as his hips were pulled back onto the other man’s cock, knees slipping against the mattress, “come on—I’ve gotta—I’ve gotta respond…” He fumbled with his phone on the bed, the screen opened to his message exchanges with Alice.

Brendan made a displeased noise in the back of his throat. “She’ll be fine, it can wait.” He emphasized his point with a particularly hard thrust, one that made Simon’s hair bounce from the force of it.

Simon whined, high and nasally. “If I don’t answer s-she’ll call me. Sh-she doesn’t trust me.”

“Fine,” Brendan huffed, “but I’m not stopping. You can type and take my cock at the same time, right?”

A soft moan pushed past Simon’s lips as Brendan’s cock slammed against his prostate. “F-Fuck you,” he spat, but his flushed cheeks and watery blue eyes prevented him from being particularly intimidating.

Brendan chuckled. “Isn’t that what I’m doing?”

Simon groaned, both from the stretch of his cock and the awful joke, and took his phone in his shaking hands. The force of Brendan’s thrusts made the phone bounce in his hands, his fingers fumbling against the keys, resulting in several typos.

Alice: Where are you? We were supposed to meet thirty minutes ago. Alice: Simon, if you’re not serious about this you can forget about working things out.

Simon: Sowry. Simon: Sorry. Simon: Got cught up in simthong. Simon: Got caught up in spmthing. Simon: Something. Simon: Will meet in ine hpur. Simon: One hpur. Simon: Hiur. Simon: Hour.

Brendan laughed behind him. “Think one hour is enough? Maybe I’ll keep you here for longer.” His hand slid across Simon’s quivering stomach and teased the deep V of his hips, so, so close to his needy cock.

Simon’s hips jerked in an attempt to get Brendan’s hand to move further down, but the man didn’t so much as tremble.

“No,” he whimpered in protest, the noise shaky from how hard he was being bounced against Brendan’s cock. “I gotta go after this.”

Alice: Are you drunk? Simon, I swear to God. Alice: Fine. I’ll meet you in an hour, but if you don’t show up, I’m done.

Simon: Nut deunk. Simon: Not drunk. Simon: Sre you then.

Brendan laughed again and thrust into him hard, the hardest one so far, and Simon flew forward with a gasp, his hands slipping across his screen and accidentally pressing the phone icon at the top of his messages.

His eyes fluttered closed before he could see it, phone falling on its face on the bed. His head dropped between his elbows on either side of his head as he moaned, long and loud.

So loud that he couldn’t hear Alice pick up the phone.

“Hello?” came her voice, soft and confused.

“Are you gonna fuck her when you see her?” Brendan purred in Simon’s ear. “Hm? Put your dick in her while your hole is still stretched open from my cock? My cum dripping down your thighs while you’re buried in her pussy.”

Simon moaned. “S-Shut up. I’m not going to fuck her.”

“Simon? What’s going on?” Alice demanded, trying to process the filth she was hearing through the receiver. Was that…a man’s voice?

“No?” Brendan cooed, reaching between Simon’s spread thighs to grip his leaking cock. “So does this pathetic thing ever get used then? Hm? Such a pretty cock and nowhere to put it. Maybe I’ll buy you a fleshlight just so you’ll have something to fuck.”

“Brendan,” Simon whined, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “stop it—“

On the other side of the phone, unbeknownst to the both of them, Alice was gripping her phone in an iron clasp, fists shaking from shock and revulsion at the mental image of her husband sleeping with someone else.

“Oh come on, baby, you know you love it.” Brendan gripped Simon’s hair in a tight grip and tugged, forcing his head back. “I’ll even let you fuck it while I fuck you. Think about it, your pretty cock pressed inside a plastic pussy while you take me. You’ll be rocked back and forth between both of us. God, I can already picture the way you’ll shake and cry for me.”

“D-Daddy, stop it,” Simon whined. “Shut up, shut up.”

“Daddy?” Alice whispered through the receiver, her voice unheard. She felt a wave of shock and horror course through her.

“Say it again,” Brendan growled in his ear.

Simon’s whole body trembled with each violent thrust, his cock bouncing between his legs. ”Daddy,” he repeated with a shaky breath.

“That’s my good boy.” His fingers dug into the skin of Simon’s hips, leaving behind deep red circles and crescent moons from his nails.

Brendan fucked into Simon hard, forcing moan after moan from his throat, all high pitched and shaky. The word “Daddy” fell from his lips each time Brendan’s cock stretched his hole wide, the large tip of his cock slamming into his prostate.

“So tight,” Brendan growled. “Does she know how tight you are? Huh? Has she ever played with this pretty little hole, milked your prostate the way you like? Did you let her play with your ass in an attempt to replace the thing you really wanted deep down?”

Simon whined and hid his face in the mattress, but Brendan was quick to grab him by his hair again, forcing him to show his face.

“No, no, no hiding. You’ve done enough of that, haven’t you? Answer the question, baby.”

“No, daddy,” he whimpered. “She doesn’t—only you’ve touched me there. Only you. Never had anyone else.”

Brendan’s groan rumbled deep in his chest. “That's right. This little virgin hole is all mine.” His head tipped back as memories of he and Simon’s first time flashed through his mind. He could still see the look of nervous anticipation on Simon’s face so clearly in his head, the way he’d bitten his plump bottom lip as Brendan’s finger pushed inside him.

All it took was one finger to get Simon begging for more.

Simon whimpered below him, his thighs trembling now.

“Gonna cum?” Brendan purred and Simon nodded with a small whine.

“I haven’t even touched your cock yet.”

“I know,” Simon whimpered, biting his lip. “Please let me cum.”

“You have ten seconds,” Brendan warned and with that he pushed Simon’s face into the mattress, pressing his chest against his back, hands against the bed for leverage as he fucked him hard.

The loud sounds of their hips smacking together, Brendan’s balls slapping against Simon’s ass, echoed through the room.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy—“

Alice could hear the obscene noises through the phone. She’d never heard Simon sound like that, so—needy and fucked out. Her husband had always been the rough dominant type, or so she thought, but the pathetic whines falling from his hips told another story.

“Five,” came Brendan’s deep voice.

“Daddy, I can’t, I can’t! Touch my cock, please—“

“Six,” Brendan continued, ignoring Simon’s protests.

“Daddy—“

Brendan’s hand wrapped around Simon’s throat, squeezing with light pressure. “Seven.”

Simon pressed his face into the mattress with a moan, droll coating his bottom lip. He tried to push back into Brendan’s thrusts, but the other man’s weight was too heavy on top of him. He couldn’t move.

“Eight.”

“Daddy,” he was crying now, quiet sniffles in between every pleading moan. “Please—“

“Nine.”

Brendan’s hand squeezed tight around his throat then, forcing the air from his lungs as Simon tried to gasp in surprise, the tip of his cock colliding with his prostate at the same time.

His hips jerked violently, whole body convulsing, as cum squirted from his cock, painting the towel underneath him in milky white stripes. Brendan has purposely chosen the color black to make sure they stood out.

“Fuck,” Brendan moaned as he came deep inside Simon, painting his tight hole white. He made sure to keep his hips pressed firmly against Simon’s ass so that none would leak out. He wanted to fill him to the brim.

“Ngh—“

Brendan’s hand dropped from his throat. “That’s my good boy,” he panted. “You look so good pumped full of my cum.”

Simon’s hope fluttered around Brendan’s soft cock. “Thank you, Daddy,” came his now scratchy voice.

Brendan hummed as he kissed along the back of Simon’s neck, across his shoulders, and down his spine. The soft hairs of his mustache scratched against Simon’s skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

“We have enough time to take a shower before you leave,” he whispered when his kisses returned to Simon’s neck. “Let me clean you up before you go.”

His cheeks flushed a bit at the thought. Brendan’s strong arms wrapped around him underneath the warm water, gentle kisses pressed against his skin before calloused fingers made their way through his hair, scratching at his scalp.

The thought made him feel disgustingly soft.

Simon’s lips stretched into an uncharacteristically dopey smile as he came down from his high. His sweaty hair fell into his face, cheeks flushed red from exertion.

“Okay, just let me check my messages first.”

Brendan rolled his eyes. “She’ll survive without you for a few more minutes.”

“Stop being so jealous,” Simon chastised him. “It’ll only take me a few seconds.”

Brendan huffed, making Simon smile despite himself. It wasn’t often he got to see the softer, more childish side of Brendan.

He picked up his phone from where it lay next to his arm and flipped it over, ready to respond to Alice’s message. When he saw the screen, however, his heart dropped.

He put the phone up to his ear with shaking hands. “Alice?” he whispered, voice still hoarse from Brendan’s hand around his throat.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” she chuckled, too stunned to do much else.

Simon’s mouth opened and closed as he frantically searched for an explanation. “Alice, look—“

Behind him, Brendan was smirking. He chose that moment to pull out of Simon’s ruined hole, watching the cum drip from his rim. He brought two fingers up to his sensitive rim and pushed them inside, forcing his cum out with an obscene squelch.

“Brendan!” Simon whined, smacking his arm to try and get him to stop.

“So, you fuck men now?” Alice spat through the receiver. “God, I can’t believe you. So all that shit about working things out was a lie?”

“Alice—“ Simon tried, his voice still shaking from the stretch of Brendan’s fingers, but she cut him off.

“Don’t. Don’t bother. I don’t want to hear it.”

The call ended with a click and Simon dropped his head, groaning. “Fuck.”

“Well,” Brendan drawled, pulling his fingers from Simon’s hole, “I guess that solves that problem.”

Simon glared at him. “Shut up. You’re not helping.”

“I’m not trying to,” he said, taking Simon’s phone from his hands. “Lay on your back.”

“Why?”

“Do it.”

Simon shivered at Brendan’s commanding tone and flipped onto his back, looking up at him curiously.

Brendan pushed Simon’s thighs up silently so that his cheeks spread open, revealing his puffy red hole, dripping with cum, his heavy balls and soft cock resting against his stomach.

With a smirk, he angled Simon’s phone maliciously, a bright flash following.

“Brendan—“ Simon went to complain, but he was silenced by Brendan holding up a finger.

Brendan’s fingers zipped across the screen, sending the pornographic image to Alice with a few clicks, and then to himself.

“Brendan!” he whined.

“Shhh.” Brendan placed Simon’s phone on the nightstand before flopping down beside him, kissing along his neck. “Just be glad you don’t have to go anywhere now.”

Simon crossed his arms with a huff. “I feel like this worked out better for you than it did me.”

Brandan pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “Did you want to still be in a relationship with her?”

Simon’s face dropped at that. He was quiet for a moment before speaking, his voice soft. “No.”

“Then you have to let it go,” Brendan drawled, idly playing with the silver ring through Simon’s helix. “That’s what I did.”

“Yeah, but…” he played with his fingers idly, “I don’t know. She’s my wife, Brendan.”

“That part of your life is over. Trust me, once you get out you realize you’re better for it. At least you’re not hurting her this way,” he offered.

Simon looked at him curiously. “Since when do you care about me hurting her?”

“I don’t,” Brendan rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying. After me and Eileen broke up…I don’t know, I saw things differently. I wasn’t as bitter and I realized I didn’t like hurting her when we were married. I wasn’t in love with her, but she’s the mother of my kids.”

Brendan wrapped his arms around Simon’s waist then, tugging him against his chest with a naughty smile. “Besides,” he murmured, pressing kisses along his neck, “you’re all mine now. I don’t share.”

“I can’t believe you always get what you want,” Simon huffed, unable to resist leaning into his soft kisses. Brendan laughed.

“Not always,” he smiled, looking up at Simon with a fondness he’d deny tomorrow. “But I’m pretty happy I got what I wanted this time.”

[ravenwriter16]

Creative Minds Think Alike

Episode One---Episode two---Episode three---Episode Four (Here)---Episode Five---Episode Six---Episode Seven

Featuring the Amazing: @kinshenewa

Reminder! If the content creator doesn't approve of how i represented them, or their AUs/OCs then I will edit my work or DELETE it. It's not my intention to mock or belittle anyone's work. This series is supposed to showcase amazing creators!

I do not beta read! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

I stand there in the hallway, my back to the wall with all the windows. Arms crossed and feathers bristling. I tap my foot impatiently while tugging on my collar. My formal wear was tight and uncomfortable, the emblem badge on my chest feeling very heavy as of late.

I look around again, my annoyed expression disappearing whenever some castle residents. I smile and wave at them, my frustration not directed at them. I pull out my pocket watch, clicking the button and watching as the lid flips open. I check the time, tsking and closing it with a flick of my wrist.

“Those Staff Bots are late.”  I grumble, folding my hands behind my back.

My eyes dart to the wall in front of me. Between two doors, was a big movie poster. The caption read ‘Captain Foxy’s Pirate Adventure’. Featuring, of course, Foxy in his pirate ensemble along with pirates Freddy and Bonnie and mermaid Chica.

I smile, snorting in amusement quietly. “I’ll have to check in with the captain one of these days…that reminds me I have to sort through the pirate DCA AU files 1K-854…”

Beeping draws my attention. I slowly turn my head to the right, staring down the two Staff Bots. I raise a brow, “What’s been taking you so long?”

“Moons.” One beeps, the top of its head bearing deep scratches.

I drag a hand down my face, sighing heavily. “Okay. I’ll add ‘Send out proper Staff Bot care instructions’ when I get back to my office. Do you need to go to P&S or can you function?”

They both raise their toolboxes and pull on the rim of their baseball caps.

I smile, stepping forward to rest a hand on their shoulders. “Fantastic. Now, shall we?”

They nod and I pat their shoulder once before stepping towards the poster. I examine it for a moment before reaching up and pressing the fox icon above two crossing swords on his hat. It pushes in with a click and the sound of gears turning and shifting follow after.

“The Creator is already expecting us and we are running late.” I turn my head slightly over my shoulder, “So let’s do the best we can.”

The two give affirmative beeps.

The sounds from the poster cease, and it swings open. I nod my head, snapping my fingers as I step into the room. The Staff Bots follow me in without a second thought. The room starts off as dark then warm hues of purples, yellows, and blues light up the room.

It was a large circular room, with a dome ceiling that looked like it could retract to allow one a view of the sky.  On the floor is a beautiful mosaic of the Sun and the Moon. The tiles shining with the sunlight streaming in from the large windows circling the room. Flowing curtains of purple hand above each window.

Along both sides of the room were hallways that lead to utilities and/or storage. In the center of the main room was a small pillar. On top of this stand was a crystal ball, thick golden and silver threads keeping the orb in place.

“Kinshenewa? Hello? We’re here to fix the pipe leak.”

 The Staff Bots behind me stop while I trek closer to the crystal ball. I reach out and hover my hand over the shining orb. Images float to the surface, but none of them were of the Creator I was looking for.

“Hello?” A voice calls out.

I look up, not able to stop the blood from draining my face. In front of me was the Celestial Jester known as Sun. His blue eyes spot us and the frills around his head flutter. He claps his hands together as he saunters over.

“You must be the crew Cadence hired.” Sun gives a small bow, “I am Council Member Sun. And you are?”

“Archivist Number 16 Ravenwriter. But you may call me Raven.” I return his bow with one of my own.

I straighten up and gesture to the Staff Bots, “I hope you do remember the policy regarding the help?”

Sun pouts, “Yes…I don’t know why though.”

I level him with a stern stare, “Because all you DCA variants think it’s funny to destroy the people keeping the castle running.”

Sun laughs, “Oh yes…It was very fun last get-together.”

“For YOU. I, on the other hand, had a MOUNTAIN of paperwork that took me WEEKS to finish.” I shudder, wings puffing up.

Sun perks up, finally laying eyes on my wings. I don’t like the look he was giving me or how his hands twitched. I clear my throat, “Um…KINSHENEWA?!”

A clattering sound could be heard from the hall to the left. “Coming! Coming!”

I heave a sigh of relief. Stepping into the main room was a six-foot tall woman. She drags one hand through her wavy brown hair. When she turns, I can see that some of her hair was shaved on the left side, leaving the strands to be too short compared to the other side, but long enough to be tucked behind her ear.

She was wearing a pair of black, jean shorts and a black t-shirt. The clothing fitting and showcasing her built body. Her black shoes leaving small wet puddles as she steps into the room.

Her hazel eyes find mine. She breathes out a relived sigh, “Raven?”

“That’s me. So sorry to bother you, but we’re here for the pipe burst you reported. Could you please point to the bathroom?” I tilt my head with a smile.

“Yeah. I just came from there.” She jabs a finger behind her shoulder, “Right down there.”

I snap my fingers and the Staff Bots zoom away, beeping as they speed down the hall. I pull out my pocket watch and check the time, “Should be done in no time, Miss Cadence.”

“Thank you! I cannot take another day of Eclipse complaining about what the water does to his electricity…” She shakes her head the looks to Sun, “When will he be back again?”

Sun tilts his head, holding his chin, “Should be around dinner time. Something about a big bounty he couldn’t pass up.” He waves his hand dismissively.

Cadence looks back at me, “Do you want to sit down while you wait?”

I smile, “Yes please!”

I follow her to the couches in the middle of the room. The pillows being stars, moons, and suns. Even some plushies of the Daycare Attendant were there. I take my seat on one of the couches, sitting between a Moon plushie and a sun-themed pillow.

Sun and Cadence take the couch opposite of me. Sun pulling Cadence into his lap and nuzzling the top of her head. Cadence looks me up and down.

“I’m sorry, but have we ever met before?”

I shake my head, “Not that I’m aware of. But in your defensive, I have been held up in the office and…peeling alien potatoes…”

Sun wrinkles his nose, “Is THAT what that smell is?”

I grimace, “Yes…”

The door to the room opening, draws all our attention. Moon steps in, carrying a few books in his arms as he closes the door behind him with a sigh. When he turns around, he stills upon seeing me.

He looks to Sun for answers. Sun smiles, “She’s here for the busted pipe.”

“Oh.” Moon nods his head, walking closer, “You mean the one you broke because you were trying to fix it yourself?”

“HEY! I wasn't the one who thought flushing an ENTIRE roll of toilet paper was a good idea for an experiment!"

“By the way,” Cadence ignores them both as they argue back and forth. The jester’s voices loud but I could still make out her voice. “Will this cost anything?”

“Nothing at all!” I reassure. “But I will need you to review and sign some documents. Nothing big, just stating that if our services were unsatisfactory then we’ll send another maintenance crew by to fix our mistakes.”

“Sounds great! Ompf! SUN!” She swats at Sun’s hands, which were squishing her face into his chest. Moon was now on the couch, pulling one of her arms closer to him.

She was literally in caught in a tug-a-war.

I raise a brow, “Is this normal?”

“Sadly, yes…” her sigh was defeated, showing her resign to her fate. Cadence looks over at her shoulder, eyeing the hall were the sounds of drills whirling and metal clinking echo from. Moon succeeds in stealing her away from his brother, smirking victoriously.

Sun pouts, standing, “Fine! I’ll prepare some mash-potatoes then!”

He huffs as he turns on his heels and heads to the other hall way.

I smile, “That reminds me, we received another shipment of Sundrops and Moondrops. When would you like us to deliver it to your room?”

“Anytime is okay with me. Was there any difficulty with the shipment?” She reaches up and scratches the spot under Moon’s chin.

“We encountered a Troll trying to sneak in past the gates, but he’s been neutralized and some of our Y/n Placeholders are dealing with him as we speak. There is no need to worry.”

“A Troll huh? How many does that make today?” she tilts her head.

“Twenty-Three…” I sigh, leaning back against the couch. “They’re relentless…”

Cadence snarls, baring her teeth while clenching her fists tightly. Moon growls as well, feeling his creator’s anger. I can feel her Auora pulsate from her, feeling like a ton of bricks were weighing down on my chest. A bright purple light surrounds her and takes over her eyes.

Trolls were no laugh matter. They can sneak into the castle at any time and cause unnecessary chaos. They wreck anything they can get their hands on. Painting their sludge over Creator’s paintings and drawings. Adding hate notes when they find written scrolls. They trash rooms or steal supplies.

They were pests.

“By the way.” I stand up and dig a small pouch of ruby hearts out of my pocket. I hand it to Moon, who takes it and gives it to Cadence. “This is on behalf of the Council of the Aligned Society of Creative Minds. They thank you for letting them hire Eclipse to hunt down some wanted Frauds.”

She calms down, the lights fading and her eyes returning to her normal color. I even feel the weight on my chest rise.

“No problem.” She smiles, taking the bag, “Please feel free to call on him anytime.”

“Will do!” I smile.

The Staff Bots roll out, beeping affirmatively before wheeling to the door and exiting. I nod my head, looking back at Cadence, who was now on her feet.

She walks me to the door, “Thank you again for your help.”

“Anytime! Oh!” I stop for a second, “I also wanted to tell you that the castle is hosting a gala in a few days. Would it be okay if you could help me gather some things for the theme?”

She crosses her arms, “That depends? What’s the theme.”

I laugh, “Celestial Dreams~. Or so I’m told…”

“Sound’s fun, I’m in!” She smiles, patting my back.

I wince at her strength, wings shooting up. She opens the door, and I step out.

“Have a great rest of your week!” I bow in farewell.

“You too!” She waves.

“Sweetling?! I have the mash potatoes!” Sun calls out

She perks up and takes off running, the door slowly closing behind her. I wait to make sure the door is securely closed. I smile at the echoing of the lock clicking in place.

I turn and walk down the hall. I pull out a Sundrop that I had swiped from the bowl near the door. I unwrap it and pop the orange treat in my mouth.

I smile, humming to myself. “Yum!”

***

That's Episode four! Thank you again @kinshenewa for letting me use you and your AMAZING Celestial Jesters AU. If you guys haven't read it, go check it out!

Sorry if this fic was hard to follow! But I had a lot of fun writing it and talking with @kinshenewa regarding her room and her AU!

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed yourself! Have an Amazing Day or Night!

[mscookiesxcream]

Unraveling( an axetale fanfic.)

Prolouge: This story takes place in a time in which Frisk already died,  Aliza fell with ruby, and Sans already knows Aliza is his daughter.

Warning: Don't read if you don't like the frans ships ( Frisk x Sans)

Chapter 1  A single echo.

“Aliza”, Dad said in a stern voice. “Put that down, It could very well be dangerous for all we know.” “yeah yeah I know just looking”. I place down the item and continue walking alongside dad as we are scavenging for food. Me and dad were currently on a walk through a path in the underground to find some food. Usually we’d hit up the junkyard,  but luckily, I was able to convince dad ( with my amazing charisma and charm ofc) to ditch the junk yard and go on a little “field trip” as I liked to call it, for food.  The current path of dried dead land we are scavenging through had a faint smell of blood, a proper homage to the current and past state of the underground. Dad had been in his usual attire. Faded navy blue jacket, black gym shorts with 2 faded white ( more of a yellow now tbh) stripes going down them, another tinted yellow - white shirt with his heart locket mom gave him around his neck.

Not to forget the speckles of dried blood  scatterd throughout his outfit.  I  still felt a bit sad when seeing his clothing and was sad she couldn't come sooner. His physical features included his iconic unnerving smile * unnerving to any bystanders besides me ofc, I know by now he wouldn't even imagine hurting me* I'm not so sure in the beginning though. Paired with the smile was one normal eye socket, housing his usual blue eye, and one hole where his old eye socket once stood. He never really liked to talk about it but the most sad thing was that he and Undyne got into quite the altercation a looooong while ago. The gaping hole was housed with a  pulsating, glowing golden socket. With the smallest pupil to indicate an always on the lookout look. 

I know dad always says he never likes to be “ too careful” when it comes to coming out of the house and that's why he's always super careful when we go outside but still, I just wish dad could get a moment to rest. Like REALLY rest. Sigh, no use in dwelling on it now. I recenter my focus to myself. I'm currently suiting my  dazzling red hoodie with  an even more fashionable white hood to lock in the look. Goes with the color pallet ya know.I'm also sporting a pair of blue jeans * which  ABSOLUTELY help especially when you live in a place called "snowdin".*i've got classy white socks and pink sneakers on to finish off the outfit. In addition to dad, I have my prized possession of my moms blue bracelet. The bracelet is decorated with mainly ornaments and engravings on it and  a heart like dads but a blue heart, Not a red one. “ I wonder how far out we’ll go today?”. Whilst lost in thought Ruby flaps her wings on my shoulder. Jostling me back to reality. ‘ what do you think Ruby,  do you think well find any good finds today?”. In response, ruby flutters her wings at me. Indicating a yes out of her. “ me to girl!” Dad lets out a scoff. I'm assuming at the implications of ruby being able to actually speak. 

I noticed dad hasnt spoken in a while so I started up a convo. “ Dad!”, he quickly turns his head in response to me addressing him, “could you tell me s’more about those, what were they called again? Gecko flowers? No secco flowers! no that's not it”. Just as I’m  about to spew out another random name. Dad chimes in. “Echo flowers.” Yes, those. His eye softens and he lets out a little chuckle.” again?” he says in a playful tone. “Pleaseeee dad, pleaseeeeeee!” I plead. “ Ah- Alright fine fine ill tell u about them AGAIN.” He emphasizes the Again and now it's my turn to let out a laugh. “

“ Echo flowers are the beautiful flowers that can, as the name implies, echo whatever sound you say into them.” I make a quick  mental image in my mind. I imagine a blue flower. Its petals are widely open . It's a delicate flower. Looking as if it were to shatter into a million tiny little pieces the moment a single feather even brushes upon a single one of its petals. But no. The flower has this blue aura, a lot like a flower you'd read about in a book. The aura shows and proves. it’s strong, strong enough to take all the whispers and shouts of all the people who cross by it. In a way, I imagine mom was like that. Strong enough to take all the shouts and whispers of all the people who thought she was crazy. Or protested against those “ foul monsters”. Even her own mothers. I tune back on to dad. His stories continue. Telling of all the times and “ dates “ they had around those echo flowers.

“Dad”, Dad stops for a second and responds” Yes Liza?”. One day, I saw an Echo flower. “hm” .  Dad stops and takes a moment to think. “ Maybe one day Kiddo, Maybe one day..” His voice faints out until all you could hear was the crunch of our footsteps against the snow. Then I see it.  “LOOK!” I let out an excited squeal. Dads eye pulsates at what I'm pointing.Raising his axe, clearly ready to strike at whatever I was pointing at. But then he stops. He lowers his guard at realising what I was actually pointing at. 

“An echo  flower..” 

We said in unison.

Right there in the middle of a beaten and dying piece of grass lay an echo flower. I turned over to dad “ PLEASE DAD!” I exhorted, “ Please on please let me look at this echo flower.”. I could see the longing in his eyes. But alas he stood strong on his mission to get  us in and out of here. “ No ‘liza we came here for one thing and one thing only, in fact” He gave me a pessimistic look and checked  back in the bags we were carrying “ We should have more than enough food now. Let's head back home.” “NO dad please please please!!!!!”. It wasn’t until the 50th please when we were walking back that he finally caved in. “ fine but be quick. “Yes! Your the best thanks dad!” I couldn’t hold in my excitement. Finally the moment i've been waiting for!.  I run back to the patch of grass where the echo flower and a few of its companions lay. Dad shortly being behind me “ Careful liza! we don’t know if this is a trap or not.” He walks closer to me and checks the surroundings. Still, he seemed hesitant of letting me touch the flower. He raised his axe and motioned for me to touch the echo flower… “Hello?”

“Hello?” the delicate flower reverberated back. Astonished, I shuffled back a little. Dad remained unphased and lowered his axe. Seemingly deciding the flower was worthy of living another day.

I motion for dad to try it out and he walks forward. A faint smile struck across his features. “Yello there kiddo, nice to meet ya, names sans. Sans the skeleton.” Dad says aloud. Yello there kiddo, nice to meet ya, names sans. Sans the skeleton.” The echo flower copies dad sentence. Down to the last word. I'm absolutely fangirling at this point!! EEK! I let out an excited squeal and dad lets out a little chuckle. My cheeks flush. I’m a tad bit embarrassed to be caught red handed simping for a flower. From my DAD of all people. “Sorry” I whisper under my breath. Dad catches it and makes a quick reply. “ it's alright, don't be embarrassed. You know. Your mom had the exact same reaction when I first introduced these flowers to her.” “really?” My eyes shifted up to my dad, my attention picked from the mention of mom. “Yep, just as awestruck as you are right now.” Dad looks down. A quick expression of sadness washes over his face. Just as quickly as it came, it goes right back to where it came from.

He probably thinks I didn't see that. I thought to myself. But I did…  Then , I see something swoop by me in the edge of my eye. It was round and looked like an orb when I saw it quickly whip by me and change into something. I turned around and looked back at my dad to see him zoning out. “ hey dad”, “hm” he quickly responded and drew his attention back to me, ‘ I'm going to go and check out the echo flowers over there. I pointed to one of the echo flowers in the back where I would be closer to the orb. “ Alright kiddo, just be careful out there ok?” Mhm!” I give him a knowing nod ( and a secret wink :)  and run off to the “ echo flower’ ( wink wink :)).

CHAPTER 1 END

Let me know if you guys want a part 2 ! :3

[hjcoolartnerd]

Familiar yet Foreign part 3

~1986~

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! The rhythmic sound of the heart monitor was the only noise filling the somber hospital room. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the walls, giving the space an unsettling, almost eerie quality. It was the kind of room that seemed to absorb any glimmer of hope, leaving behind an air of quiet despair.

In one of the beds lay the man from the previous night’s crash. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his face peaceful yet pallid against the white sheets. He could have been sleeping, but the silence around him and the sterile, lifeless surroundings suggested otherwise. For now, he remained a mystery to everyone.

Doctors and nurses came and went, checking his vitals and monitoring his condition. Each of them paused for a moment, their eyes lingering on the man's strange clothing. It wasn’t just unusual—it was completely foreign. The materials, the design, even the stitching, seemed otherworldly. Nothing about it matched what a young man in Hawkins—or anywhere, for that matter—would wear.

But the man’s clothes weren’t the only oddity. Resting on the nightstand next to his bed was a small rectangular box, an object that had been found on him during intake. At first glance, it looked plain, unassuming even, but when one of the doctors accidentally passed their hand over it, the device flared to life. A vibrant display flickered onto its smooth surface, lighting up the room with an ethereal glow.

The image on the screen showed the man smiling, surrounded by a group of people. Friends, it seemed—though none of the faces were recognizable. Beneath the photo, strange symbols appeared: numbers, words, and icons that none of the staff could decipher. The device hummed softly, almost as if it were alive, before the light dimmed and the screen went black again.

The staff exchanged uneasy glances, a palpable tension growing among them. Everything about this man—from his attire to the strange object—felt like something out of a story they couldn’t quite piece together. For now, all they could do was wait, monitor, and wonder who this man was and why nothing about him seemed to belong in their world.

The male’s eyes fluttered open, his vision hazy and unfocused as consciousness slowly returned to him. The harsh glare of a fluorescent light overhead made him squint, its steady buzz blending with the faint hum of machinery somewhere in the room. He shifted slightly, the rustling of stiff sheets and the scratchy texture of the thin hospital blanket grounding him to his surroundings. The chill in the air seeped through the blanket, offering little comfort.

The space around him felt foreign and unsettling. Faded green walls framed the room, their color dulled by time and wear. A bulky heart monitor beeped rhythmically at his side, its soft pulses a reminder of his fragile state. The smell of antiseptic and faint traces of something metallic made him wrinkle his nose, the sharp scent pricking at his senses.

In the corner of the room, a small TV perched on a wheeled stand flickered with static, casting a faint, ghostly light that danced across the room. He frowned. This place—it didn’t look like any hospital he had ever seen. There was something off about it, something almost... outdated.

"Where am I?" he rasped, his voice rough and gravelly, as though it hadn’t been used in days. He winced at the sound, his throat dry and scratchy. Slowly, his vision began to sharpen, the details of the room coming into focus. It wasn’t just unfamiliar—it looked old. Retro, even, like something out of a movie.

His eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail in an attempt to orient himself, but nothing struck a chord of recognition. Then, he spotted it—his device, resting on the nightstand beside him. Relief mixed with curiosity as he reached for it, his hand trembling slightly from weakness. He pressed the surface, and the device flared to life, its screen glowing with familiar light.

"What the..." he muttered, his confusion deepening. The screen displayed the time: 6:00 PM. He furrowed his brow and glanced toward the window. The soft light of dawn spilled through the blinds, painting the walls with its gentle glow. "That can’t be right," he murmured, the discrepancy between the time on the device and the world outside adding to his growing unease.

He swiped through the device’s interface, passing the main visual to access his messages. A familiar thread of conversations appeared, each one a fragment of a life that now felt impossibly distant. His gaze settled on the last message he had received before everything went dark. He read it, his heart pounding as questions began to swirl in his mind. What had happened? How had he ended up here, in this strange place that didn’t feel quite real?

Dylan threw the hospital blanket aside, his movements stiff and sluggish as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He glanced down at himself, frowning at the sight of his dirty, wrinkled clothes. Everything felt off—not just the room, but his own presence in it. He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair as he tried to piece together what had happened.

The door to the room creaked open, and a doctor walked in, clipboard in hand. His retro hairstyle immediately caught Dylan’s attention, looking like something straight out of the 80s. It was another detail that didn’t match the world Dylan thought he knew.

"Oh, you’re awake," the doctor said, offering a polite but curious smile. "Do you remember who you are?"

"Yeah... My name is Dylan Walker," Dylan replied, his voice still gruff, as he studied the doctor’s dated appearance. Confusion lingered in his eyes.

The doctor scribbled something on his clipboard, then looked back at Dylan. "Age?"

"I’m 20," Dylan said, furrowing his brow as he reached for his wallet. "I have my real ID with me," he added, pulling out his driver’s license and handing it over.

The doctor laughed—a deep, hearty laugh that made Dylan’s stomach twist in unease. "This is fake, kid," he said with a grin, holding up the ID as if it were a joke. "If you were going to make a fake driver’s license, you could’ve at least kept it close to reality." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his own driver’s license, flashing it to Dylan for comparison.

Dylan stared at the doctor’s license, his confusion growing with each passing second. The fonts, the layout, even the holograms—it all looked different, old, almost archaic. His gaze darted back to his own license, and suddenly, he wasn’t so sure what reality he was living in anymore.

Dylan slid his ID back into his wallet, his hands trembling slightly as his confusion deepened. He looked up as the doctor cleared his throat to get his attention.

"You look fine," the doctor said casually, his voice steady yet distant. "Other than not having a valid driver’s license," he added with a hint of amusement, though his tone was more clinical than friendly. "You seem to be in all your senses."

Dylan gave a small nod, his mind still racing. He sighed deeply, unsure of what to say. The doctor scribbled a note on his clipboard before adding, "You’ll be allowed to leave soon." With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Dylan alone with his thoughts.

Letting out another sigh, Dylan reached for his phone. The familiarity of the device brought him a shred of comfort amidst the chaos. He opened the phone app, scrolling to his emergency contact. With a sense of urgency, he tapped the number and pressed the call button, holding the phone to his ear.

The line rang, each tone making his heart beat faster. Then, a mechanical voice cut through the silence: "Invalid Number."

Dylan frowned, his pulse quickening as he stared at the screen in disbelief. "What?!" he exclaimed, hitting the call button again. The same response. He tried again. And again. Five more attempts, each ending in the same infuriating, nonsensical message.

"What is going on?" he muttered, his frustration bubbling over. He lowered the phone, his gaze fixed on the signal icon—it showed zero bars. No signal. "Great," Dylan mumbled bitterly as he shoved the phone back into his pocket. He stood from the bed, his legs feeling unsteady beneath him, and started pacing around the room.

His eyes roamed the unfamiliar space, taking in every detail. Nothing seemed right. The retro styling—the faded green walls, the clunky monitor, the ancient TV in the corner—all of it felt wrong. It was as if he had stepped into a bygone era, completely disconnected from the world he knew.

"I bet this is a prank," Dylan muttered under his breath, his frustration mixing with disbelief. "Dustin and the others... I swear." Determined to find proof, he started searching the room, opening drawers, peering under furniture, and running his fingers along the edges of the walls. He looked for hidden cameras, any signs of a joke that could explain the surreal situation he was trapped in.

But there was nothing. The only camera he found was a bulky surveillance camera mounted high on the wall, aimed squarely at the door. It wasn’t hidden—it was ominously obvious, its presence unnerving rather than reassuring.

Dylan stood still, his heart pounding in his chest as the weight of the situation sank in. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t a prank. It was something far stranger, and he was completely alone in figuring it out.

Dylan let out another heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging as he sat back on the hospital bed. Defeated—for the second time since waking up. Everything felt alien, out of place, like he was caught in some elaborate and unsettling dream. He stared at the wall, lost in thought, until the door creaked open and broke the silence.

A nurse entered the room, carrying a food tray in her hands. Her uniform looked dated, almost matching the retro theme of the hospital itself, but her face carried a warmth that softened the tension in the air.

"I brought you food," she said with a kind smile, setting the tray on a small rolling table near the bed. Dylan glanced at the tray—a modest portion of soup, bread, and a cup of water—before lifting his gaze back to her.

"Oh, and you’ve got a visitor," the nurse added cheerfully, her voice pulling Dylan out of his daze.

He frowned, confused, and sat up a little straighter, his eyes darting toward the door. His confusion deepened the moment his visitor stepped inside.

It was Steve—at least, it looked like Steve. Dylan’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes took in the familiar features: the same moles, the sharp jawline, the warm brown eyes, and the lips he knew all too well. For a fleeting second, relief washed over him, but then he noticed the details—the things that made him feel weary and uncertain.

Steve’s clothes were entirely wrong. They were dated, screaming "retro" in Dylan’s eyes, like something out of the 80s. Even his hair was different: big, puffy, styled in a way Dylan had never seen him wear. It wasn’t just Steve’s presence that unsettled him—it was how he seemed out of time, disconnected from everything Dylan knew.

And then the second figure stepped in. Dylan’s jaw dropped, his mouth hanging open as he froze in place. The man who followed Steve looked exactly like Billy Hargrove—the same scowl etched across his face, the same furrowed eyebrows, the same piercing blue eyes, and his familiar dirty blonde. It was him. Even his posture carried that familiar swagger tinged with irritation. But, like Steve, Billy’s appearance was wrong. His hairstyle was practically a mullet, puffed and styled in a way that didn’t belong in Dylan’s world. His clothes matched the retro vibe, completing the bizarre picture.

Dylan couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. He just stared, his mind reeling as he tried to process what he was seeing. The man before him looked like Billy, but Billy was dead. The retro styling, the presence of these two people—it all felt like confirmation of what he’d been dreading: he wasn’t home anymore. He wasn’t sure where he was, but it definitely wasn’t the Hawkins he knew. Dylan made eye contact with both Billy and Steve. the three of them silent and unsure of what was going on.

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[everynicorobin]

what are your absolute favorite robin panels from each arc/island?

This got so long that I hit the image limit, so this is part one of a five part post!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Whiskey Peak

Chapter 114

This is the first time we have a clear full-body shot of Robin! She barely moves from this point on until she leaves on her turtle friend, not even raising a finger to take down the Strawhats.

Chapter 114

I like how cheeky she is here, not only stealing Luffy's hat but putting it on top of her own :)

Alabasta

Chapter 170

An absolutely iconic panel. She's just showing off her power here to mock Pell and Vivi.

Chapter: 173

I enjoy this one simply because it kinda looks like she has two weirdly long and skinny legs. Milkwalker

Chapter 200

This is just delightful. It's the first time she's laughing and smiling without being sarcastic or mocking, and it's because of Luffy's stupid "Water Luffy" move.

Chapter 217

Another iconic panel. She's just beautiful here - look at how her hair flutters in the wind. Ever since she showed up as a surprise stowaway for the second time, she's been smiling.

Chapter 218

Godddd just look at her... look at her smile...

Jaya

Chapter 219

Robin rarely performs hands-on archaeology, so this scene is very cool to see. She gets to show off her smarts, too, by figuring out how the person died and using the hole in his skull and the ship's cargo to estimate how old the ship was.

Chapter 221

After the moment where she states that her specialty is assassination, this is one of the first times she and Usopp become a comedy duo, and one of her first morbid comments after joining the crew.

Chapter 229

She's just very cute here and the reading pose is #relatable

Skypiea

Chapter 239

This is one of the first times she starts to realize what the Strawhats are all about, and when just being around them gives her a new lease on life, psychologically instead of literally being dragged away from death. She's not joining in the romp, but she's just happy to watch her new crew have fun, and I'm sure this was the beginnings of when she fell in love with them.

Chapter 253

And speaking of falling in love with the crew...

Chapter 255

Not only is this hilarious, it's a cute moment between Robin and Chopper :)

Chapter 268

This is just a nice scene. She's spent a couple hours now not only searching for the lost city, but fighting off enemies on the way and literally digging into the ground to get there. She deserves a break.

Chapter 296

Another moment of her loving her new crew, whether she wants to or not. No matter how much the Strawhats might bicker, they follow Luffy to the end.

Chapter 301

Another wonderful smile from our favorite Robin

Long Ring Long Land

Chapter 307

Very amusing to me that she somehow keeps a book in that outfit, and that she's taking the time to read it while there is a dire situation on their hands

Chapter 312

Women supporting women we love to see it

Chapter 319

This is the first time we see Robin really vulnerable in front of her crew. This whole scene is a great moment for her character, showing the normally calm and collected woman suddenly so scared she's fallen down and frozen in fear (though not literally just yet), and it does a good job setting up her character growth in W7/EL.

Chapter 320

Related to the previous one, this is another great look at Robin's character. Here she's already willing to sacrifice herself if it means everyone else will get away, just like she tries to do in Water 7, and I suspect she attacked Aokiji to goad him into focusing on her instead of Luffy and the others.

Chapter 321

Once again we're coming back to Robin and her newfound love for the crew. She's perfectly fine here, but according to the next chapter, it appeared to the rest of the crew that she recovered a little after Luffy, leaving the room after he did. I wonder what she was thinking about while resting - was she worried about the fact that she could no longer leave of her own free will, having become attached to them? Was she preparing to give herself over to the WG should Aokiji alert his comrades? Was she contemplating suicide in order to free the Strawhats from the perceived burden of having her as a crewmate?

Water 7

Chapter 323

Yes we are once more coming back to the "Robin loves the Strawhats so so much" hour. Look at her smile!

Chapter 325

The introduction of a fantastic and iconic outfit, and she's hanging out with Chopper :)

Chapter 340

This is an interesting scene. Robin is telling this to Sanji and Chopper to try to keep them away from her - she's clearly stating that she's leaving the crew, and trying to emphasize that she herself is dangerous to have around to make them stay away. But even though she loves them, it's apparent that she doesn't know them well enough yet, because this only makes them more worried about her and desperate to go after her.

Chapter 340

A continuation of the above - despite that she's trying to drive them away from her, she can't help but leave them with kind words, and thank them for everything they've done for her.

Chapter 347

She's trying so hard to play the part of the villain here, deliberately being vague with her wording to make it sound like she's sacrificing the Strawhats for her own dream when in fact it's the other way around. I'm not sure if it's because she has trouble being vulnerable with people at this point in time, or if it's because she correctly thinks that the others won't accept her actual reason.

From Chapter 359, I had to include this whole sequence because. Augh. Augh. We finally know the truth, that she loves the crew so much that even though they brought back her will to live, she's ready to die all over again just so they can keep going. She can't betray them so she can live this time - it seems like she never even considered that possibility despite doing it so many times in the past. And she just has to tell someone the truth. She might not have said anything if Iceburg hadn't accused her of being on good terms with the government, and insulted her dream. aaaaaauuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhh

Chapter 370

We return to the comedy abruptly! Endlessly amusing how serious and calm she is here while Sogeking is doing goofy things with his arms for truly no reason.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Upside down Kiss

This was a really fun chapter to write hehehhe. Mainly bc I loveeee getting to write Ladrien kisses <3. Lemme know what you think of this chapter :)

AO3

Ladybug hovered with the use of her yo-yo by the window outside Adrien’s room, her heart racing with the anticipation of seeing him. It had become a comforting routine, checking in on him after patrol. She peeked inside and saw Adrien sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. His blond hair fell into his eyes, making him look even more endearing.

Knocking gently on the glass window, she caught his attention. Adrien looked up, his face lighting up with a smile that made her heart flutter. He quickly got up and opened the door, the warmth of his room inviting her in.

"Ladybug! What a surprise," he greeted, stepping aside to let her enter.

"Hey, Adrien," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady and casual. She didn’t want to seem too eager after all. "I was just passing by and thought I'd check in on you. How are you?"

Adrien sighed, a small frown appearing on his face. "I'm okay, just a bit tired."

Ladybug’s heart ached for him. She knew how demanding his life was, balancing school, modeling, and a million other hobbies his father forced him into. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Not really. But I’m glad you’re here. Want to join me? I’m watching Spider-Man."

Her eyes lit up. "Sure, I’d love to."

They settled on the couch, a comfortable silence enveloping them as they watched the movie. Ladybug’s attention drifted between the screen and Adrien, her heart swelling with affection every time he laughed or gasped at the action scenes.

As the iconic upside-down kiss scene played, Adrien sighed wistfully. "I wish I could be kissed like that," he murmured, almost to himself.

Ladybug’s heart skipped a beat, her cheeks burning. She fidgeted with her fingers unable to stop images of them doing the trademark kiss from flooding her mind. It’d be so easy. And so good.  

“D-do...,” she coughed, clearing her throat as her cheeks burned even brighter. “D-do you?”

His head jerked over to her and even his own cheeks looked red. Why did he have to look so cute all of the time?

Adrien tore a hand through his hair, avoiding her gaze as he suddenly looked shy. “D-doesn’t everyone? I-I mean... don’t you?”

Ladybug was struck speechless and finally, she was met with a pair of wide, panicked eyes as he waved his hands out reassuringly. “I-I mean not that you have to... I-I didn’t mean to imply.”

“No, it’s alright Adrien.” She giggled, shaking her head. She grabbed his hands in hers, squeezing them in hers. “I-I do want to have a kiss like that too. L-like you said, everyone wants to try it, right?”

“R-right.” He gave her a shaky nod before turning to stare steadfastly back at the movie. Ladybug did the same, feeling dizzy as she sucked in a deep breath of fresh air.

Then, very softly, over the movie, she heard in a voice barely above a whisper, “Do you… do you want to try?"

Her eyes widened as a deep red flush spread across her cheeks. Adrien wanted... to try the kiss... with her? Was she dreaming? Because, if she was, she prayed she would never wake up. "You mean...?"

He nodded, causing Ladybug’s heart to pound loudly in her chest. "It... it may be silly, but… I want to try. I-If it’s alright with you, of course. If... if not, j-just pretend I never said anything."

She swallowed hard but nodded. "Okay," she said, her voice soft and filled with anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, Ladybug quickly stood up before she could panic and leave. She wanted to do this! Standing herself up on the back of the couch, she threw her yoyo to the ceiling, securing it firmly, and then hung upside down, her face inches from Adrien's. His green eyes were wide with surprise, but he didn’t move.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, both of them blushing furiously. Then, slowly, Adrien leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. The world seemed to slow as their lips met, a gentle brush that sent sparks through her entire being.

Hanging upside down, Ladybug felt an exhilarating mix of emotions. The kiss was sweet and tender, yet filled with a passion that made her heart race. She could feel Adrien's hands trembling slightly as he cupped her face, deepening the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Ladybug’s cheeks burned, and she could see the blush spreading across Adrien’s face as well.

"Wow," Adrien murmured, his eyes still closed. "That was… incredible."

Ladybug smiled, righting herself and retracting her yoyo. "I’m glad you liked it. I-I thought so too."

His gaze met hers, and there was a newfound intensity in his eyes. "Ladybug, I…"

Adrien's voice trailed off as he stared into her eyes, the words seemingly caught in his throat. Ladybug felt her heart pound louder, each beat echoing the rush of emotions coursing through her.

"Yes?" she prompted gently, hoping to encourage him.

Adrien took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "I-I... I've had feelings for you for a long time. Seeing you tonight, being with you like this, it just made everything clearer. I... I love you, Ladybug."

Ladybug's breath caught in her throat. The world seemed to spin around her, and she felt like she was floating. Adrien, the boy she had admired and cared for deeply, was confessing his love to her. She took a step closer to him, her heart full to bursting.

"Adrien, I... I love you too," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I've loved you for so long. I was just scared to tell you."

His face lit up with a radiant smile, one that made Ladybug's heart soar. He took her hands in his, squeezing them gently. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

They stood there, basking in the glow of their mutual confession, the movie forgotten in the background. Ladybug felt an overwhelming sense of relief and joy. All the moments of doubt and fear melted away, replaced by a warmth that filled her entire being.

"Can we stay like this for a while?" Adrien asked softly, his eyes full of affection.

"Of course," Ladybug replied, her smile matching his. "I'd like that."

They settled back on the couch, this time closer than before. Adrien wrapped an arm around her, and Ladybug rested her head on his shoulder. The movie continued to play, but they were more focused on each other, whispering sweet words and sharing shy glances.

As the night wore on, they talked about everything and nothing, their hearts open and unguarded. Ladybug felt a sense of contentment she had never known before. Being with Adrien, knowing he felt the same way about her, made everything else fade into the background.

Eventually, as the moon slowly rose in the sky, she realized that she had to get back home soon. Ladybug sighed, reluctant to leave this perfect moment. Adrien noticed her hesitation and squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"You have to go, don't you?" he asked a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Yeah," Ladybug replied, her own voice tinged with regret. "But I'll be back. I promise."

Adrien nodded, his smile still warm and reassuring. "I'll be waiting."

With one last, lingering kiss, Ladybug stood up and made her way to the balcony. She glanced back at Adrien, her heart swelling with love and hope. "Goodnight, Adrien."

"Goodnight, Ladybug," he replied, his eyes shining with emotion.

With a final wave, Ladybug leaped off the balcony and into the night, her heart soaring higher than ever before. As she swung through the city, she couldn't help but touch her lips, still tingling from the kiss. Tonight had been a turning point, a moment she would cherish forever.

She knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she and Adrien would face them together. And that thought filled her with a sense of peace and happiness that she had never known before.

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Story Preview: The Katsuki-Nikiforovs review the comments on their jointly written friends-to-lovers/role-reversal fanfic

“Just half an hour ago, he whipped out an annoyingly good quad flip, and now he’s fawning over dog costumes like the biggest dork in Japan,” Yuri mumbled incredulously, before peering up at him. “The duality of man, or whatever. Catch you later, Katsudon.”

Yuuri laughed and waved at him before walking over to Viktor, reflecting all the while on how elatedly his husband had reacted when he’d asked him back in April if he’d be open to co-writing a fanfic together. Though he wouldn’t change a single thing about their own love story, the idea of a world in which he had been the “Living Legend” of figure skating before dropping out of sight at the peak of his career to become a coach was endlessly fascinating.

At first, Yuuri had thought about just writing the fic himself and surprising Viktor with it, but when he’d found himself stumped by a few key framing questions, it had occurred to him that the activity might be a fun way for them to bond.

In retrospect, it seemed silly when he recalled how nervous he’d been to make the request of Viktor in the first place.

Though he’d initially been worried that his love had only wanted to humor him, the din of his intrusive thoughts had been quelled almost immediately. Indeed, the night after they’d first started drafting the outline of what eventually became Put It In Reverse For Thirst, he’d been awoken the next morning with a steaming cup of coffee, an indulgent stack of syrniki, and an extensive Pinterest board of images – including some extremely NSFW (not to mention logistically impossible) fanart of them making out on top of a zamboni – to inspire them as they continued to brainstorm.

Feeling his heart flutter with fondness at the memory of Viktor’s eagerness, Yuuri quickened his pace, grinning at how he was so preoccupied with his phone that he didn’t even sense his approach.

Grabbing him in a hug from behind, he giggled at the squeak Viktor let out when he pressed a kiss to his shoulderblade and smushed his face into his warmup jacket.

—

The above is an excerpt of the companion story to my 5 chapter Yuri!!! on Ice “fic within a fic”: a story in which Yuuri and Viktor read aloud and attempt to roleplay the fanfic they co-write about how Coach/Living Legend Katsuki Yuuri finally gets together with his best friend (and student), Viktor.

If you’ve read it, you might remember that due to the very eros environment that takes over, the Katsuki-Nikiforovs didn’t quite manage to stick to the (tamer) events of their sappy/smutty fic (titled Put It In Reverse For Thirst, and yes, I purposely leaned into just how on the nose that pun is).

I'd always intended to write a part 2 of the series which would cover their uploading their story to Archive Of Our Own and going through the comments together, and I was particularly thrilled to find out that there is an awesome guide that shows you how to mimic the look of the ao3 interface for this very meta purpose; see the screenshot of fake comments that I made, above.

I’m having a blast writing this second part and leaning even more into the meta nature of this story -- in particular, I am spending WAY too much time coming up with fun ao3 usernames and icons...see Haru from Fruits Basket up above! -- which will feature Yuuri and Viktor learning the lesson that us fanfic writers eventually all learn: someone out there on the internet will always have a problem with your work. LOL. Luckily, they are there to comfort one another and also to laugh and get silly around the comments they receive.

I'm aiming to get part 2 out in the next two weeks, so I hope you’ll read part 1 and subscribe to the series overall if this piques your interest!

[skia-inc]

flutter steps :

Last week work:

SECTION 1: Getting Started with Flutter :

1.1 - Course Overview

1.2 - Flutter Installation

1.3 - Creating Your First Flutter App

1.4 - Introduction to Flutter UI Widgets

1.5 - Organizing Flutter Code

1.6 - Working with Logic in Flutter

SECTION 2: Building User Interfaces :

2.1 - Understanding Stateless Widgets

2.2 - Adding Images in Flutter

2.3 - Adding Icons in Flutter

2.4 - Creating Containers in Flutter

2.5 - Working with Buttons

2.6 - Implementing an Appbar

2.7 - Using Row, Column, and Expanded Widgets

2.8 - Creating ListViews and ListView.builder

2.9 - Implementing a Navigation Drawer

2.10 - Adding a Floating Action Button

2.11 - Working with the Stack Layout Widget

2.12 - Creating Custom Widgets

SECTION 3: Managing State and Navigation:

3.1 - Introduction to Stateful Widgets

3.2 - Navigation in Flutter (Push and Pop)

3.3 - TextFields and TextFormFields

3.4 - Implementing Checkboxes

3.5 - Using Radio Buttons

3.6 - Working with Dropdown Buttons

3.7 - Building a Complete Form Flutter App

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Mastering Flutter UI: A Deep Dive into Essential Widgets

Flutter has become the go-to framework for developers aiming to create beautiful, natively compiled applications for mobile, web, and desktop from a single codebase. One of Flutter's biggest strengths lies in its rich set of UI components. In this blog, we’ll explore five powerful Flutter widgets you should know to build smooth, feature-rich apps: RadioListTile, Card, Badge, Carousel, and Tab widgets.

Let’s break them down one by one 👇

Flutter RadioListTile

If you're looking to implement multiple-choice or preference selection in your app, RadioListTile is a clean and user-friendly way to go. It’s a combination of a radio button and a ListTile, offering an interactive selection item with built-in tap response and styling.

Use Case: Perfect for forms, settings screens, and user surveys.

Key Features:

Combines Radio and ListTile in one widget

Automatically manages selection logic

Easily styled and customized

Explore Flutter RadioListTile →

Flutter Card Widgets

The Card widget is your go-to for building polished, material-style containers that can hold content and actions. Whether you're listing profiles, products, or posts, Cards offer a neat, elevated look with built-in shadows and padding.

Use Case: Ideal for displaying grouped information, like user profiles, news snippets, or dashboard tiles.

Key Features:

Elevation for depth effect

Rounded corners and padding

Works seamlessly with images, text, and buttons

Explore Flutter Card Widgets →

Flutter Badge Widgets

Badges are tiny but mighty UI elements used to convey notifications, updates, or status indicators. In Flutter, Badge widgets can be easily integrated with icons or buttons to highlight new content or activity counts.

Use Case: Useful in apps with notifications, messages, or shopping carts.

Key Features:

Lightweight and customizable

Can be styled with numbers, icons, or colors

Typically used alongside BottomNavigationBar or AppBar

Explore Flutter Badge Widgets →

Flutter Carousel Widgets

The Carousel widget brings dynamic image sliders or content carousels into your app with swipe support and animations. It’s often seen on landing pages, featured product sections, or onboarding flows.

Use Case: Great for showcasing banners, promotions, or featured content.

Key Features:

Swipeable image/content sliders

Autoplay and manual control options

Customizable indicators and transitions

Explore Flutter Carousel Widgets →

Flutter Tab Widgets

Organizing content in a clean and swipeable layout? Flutter’s TabBar and TabBarView combo is your solution. It allows users to switch between sections smoothly—perfect for settings screens, app categories, or dashboards.

Use Case: Best used for apps with segmented content like music, shopping, or news.

Key Features:

Horizontal tab navigation

Syncs easily with content views

Can be scrollable or fixed

Explore Flutter Tab Widgets →

Wrap-Up

These Flutter widgets—RadioListTile, Card, Badge, Carousel, and Tab—are staples in modern app development. They not only help improve UX but also allow developers to maintain a consistent and elegant UI throughout the app.Want to dig deeper into each widget? Visit our website for more, visit Getwidget.

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Exploring the Island’s Beauty on Foot

Santorini, with its whitewashed villages clinging to volcanic cliffs and azure waters stretching to the horizon, is a photographer’s paradise. A Santorini Photo Tour offers an intimate way to experience this Greek gem, guiding enthusiasts through its winding cobblestone streets and hidden corners. The island’s iconic architecture—cycladic homes with blue-domed roofs—creates a striking contrast against the rugged landscape, bathed in golden light at sunrise or painted in pastel hues at dusk. Every step reveals a new frame-worthy moment, from the vibrant bougainvillea cascading over walls to the panoramic views of the caldera.

The charm of such a tour lies in its pace. Unlike hurried visits, it allows time to linger, to notice the texture of weathered stone or the play of shadows on a sun-bleached wall. Photographers, whether amateurs with smartphones or professionals with high-end gear, find inspiration in the island’s natural drama. The volcanic beaches, with their black, red, and white sands, offer a surreal backdrop, while the quiet villages of Oia and Fira hum with life and color. Guides often share local secrets—vantage points off the tourist trail or the perfect hour to capture the sea’s shimmer—ensuring every snapshot tells a story of Santorini’s soul.

A Romantic Canvas for Lifelong Memories

For couples seeking a breathtaking setting to seal their vows, Santorini’s allure is unmatched. Santorini Wedding Photography transforms the island’s beauty into a timeless keepsake, immortalizing love against a backdrop of cliffs and infinity pools. The soft Mediterranean light enhances every detail—the flutter of a veil in the breeze, the glint of a ring, the tender glance between partners. Photographers skilled in this craft know how to harness the island’s magic, blending its natural splendor with the raw emotion of the moment.

Weddings here are often small, intimate affairs, with the landscape playing a starring role. Picture a ceremony atop a cliffside terrace as the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the couple and the sea beyond. The resulting images are more than photographs—they’re heirlooms, steeped in the romance and mystique of Santorini. From the elegant lines of a flowing gown against a stark white wall to candid laughter shared over a glass of local Assyrtiko wine, these pictures capture the essence of a day that feels both fleeting and eternal.

The Art of Timing and Technique

Photography in Santorini demands an understanding of light and timing, whether for a casual tour or a wedding shoot. The island’s position in the Aegean Sea blesses it with long, luminous days, but the midday sun can be harsh, flattening colors and casting unforgiving shadows. Early mornings and late afternoons are the golden hours, when the light softens, enriching the palette of blues, whites, and earth tones. A Santorini Photo Tour often schedules its outings around these windows, ensuring participants capture the island at its most enchanting.

For wedding photography, the stakes are higher. The unpredictable dance of wind and weather—sudden gusts off the caldera or a passing cloud—requires adaptability. Photographers might pose a couple against the iconic bell towers at dawn, then shift to a shaded courtyard as the sun climbs. They blend technical precision with creativity, using wide-angle lenses to frame the vastness of the scenery or shallow depth-of-field to isolate a tender embrace. The result is a gallery of images that feel both cinematic and deeply personal, a testament to Santorini’s power to elevate every shot.

Beyond the Frame: Santorini’s Emotional Pull

What sets Santorini apart isn’t just its postcard-perfect vistas—it’s the emotion it evokes. A Santorini Wedding Photography session isn’t merely about documenting an event; it’s about bottling the feeling of standing on the edge of the world with someone you love. The island’s rugged beauty, forged by ancient eruptions, speaks of resilience and renewal, mirroring the promises made in a marriage. Each photograph carries that weight, a reminder of a moment when time seemed to pause amid the chaos of life.

Similarly, a photo tour isn’t just a hunt for pretty pictures. It’s a journey into Santorini’s heart—its history whispered in the ruins of Akrotiri, its spirit alive in the chatter of fishermen at Ammoudi Bay. Participants leave with more than memory cards full of images; they carry a connection to a place that feels both timeless and alive. The lens becomes a bridge between the tangible and the ethereal, capturing what words alone can’t express.

Preserving Santorini’s Legacy in Pixels

Santorini’s allure is fragile, a delicate balance of nature and human ingenuity perched on a volcanic rim. Photography, whether through a tour or a wedding, preserves that legacy for generations to come. It freezes the island’s fleeting moments—the way light dances on the water, the quiet joy of a shared vow—before they slip away. In a world that moves too fast, these images offer a chance to slow down, to savor, to remember.

For those drawn to its shores, Santorini is more than a destination; it’s an experience that lingers long after the shutter clicks. Through the artistry of a Santorini Photo Tour or the romance of Santorini Wedding Photography, the island’s magic lives on, etched in every frame.

[intelliontechnologies]

Understanding Flutter Widgets: The Building Blocks of UI

Introduction

Flutter has rapidly emerged as one of the most popular frameworks for cross-platform app development. Known for its fast development cycle, beautiful UI components, and seamless performance, Flutter is widely adopted by developers worldwide. At the core of Flutter’s functionality lies its powerful widget-based architecture.

Whether you are building a simple application or a complex one, Flutter widgets play a crucial role in shaping the user interface (UI). In this article, we will explore what Flutter widgets are, their types, and why they are essential for app development. If you’re looking to master Flutter development, consider Flutter Training in Chennai, which provides hands-on experience in building UI with widgets.

What Are Flutter Widgets?

A widget in Flutter is a UI component that controls a part of the screen. Every UI element in a Flutter app, from a simple button to a complete screen layout, is made up of widgets. Flutter follows a widget tree structure, meaning widgets are nested within each other to create complex user interfaces.

Why Widgets Are Important in Flutter

Reusability – Widgets can be used multiple times across different parts of the app.

Customization – Widgets allow developers to create unique UI experiences.

Hot Reload – Changes made to widgets can be instantly reflected in the app.

Cross-Platform Development – Widgets enable seamless UI creation for Android, iOS, web, and desktop.

Types of Flutter Widgets

Flutter offers a rich set of widgets that developers use to build stunning interfaces. These widgets are primarily classified into two categories: Stateless Widgets and Stateful Widgets.

1. Stateless Widgets

Stateless widgets are immutable, meaning their properties do not change once they are created. They are used when the UI does not require updates based on user interaction or dynamic data changes.

Examples of Stateless Widgets:

Text Widget – Displays text on the screen.

Image Widget – Loads images from assets, network, or file.

Icon Widget – Displays icons from Flutter’s icon library.

RaisedButton – A simple button with elevation.

2. Stateful Widgets

Stateful widgets are dynamic and can change based on user interactions, API responses, or other factors. They maintain a state that can be modified during the app’s lifecycle.

Examples of Stateful Widgets:

TextField – Accepts user input dynamically.

Checkbox – Allows toggling between checked and unchecked states.

Slider – Provides a sliding control for setting values.

ListView – Displays a scrollable list of widgets.

Key Flutter Widget Categories

Apart from Stateless and Stateful widgets, Flutter provides several widget categories to enhance app development.

1. Layout Widgets

Layout widgets help structure the UI elements effectively.

Column – Arranges widgets vertically.

Row – Arranges widgets horizontally.

Stack – Overlaps widgets on top of each other.

Container – Provides padding, margins, and background properties.

2. Input Widgets

These widgets facilitate user interaction.

TextField – Enables text input.

DropdownButton – Displays a list of selectable options.

Switch – Toggles between on/off states.

3. Styling Widgets

Styling widgets enhance the visual appearance of the UI.

Padding – Adds space around a widget.

Align – Aligns widgets within their parent container.

DecoratedBox – Applies decorations like colors, gradients, and borders.

4. Scrolling Widgets

Scrolling widgets help manage content overflow.

ListView – Creates a scrollable list.

GridView – Arranges widgets in a grid format.

SingleChildScrollView – Allows a single widget to be scrollable.

5. Interactive Widgets

These widgets enable user interaction.

GestureDetector – Detects gestures like taps and swipes.

InkWell – Provides visual feedback on touch.

FloatingActionButton – A button that performs primary app actions.

How Flutter Widgets Improve UI Development

1. Faster Development with Hot Reload

One of the biggest advantages of Flutter’s widget system is Hot Reload, which allows developers to instantly see the changes they make without restarting the app.

2. Consistent UI Across Platforms

Flutter widgets ensure a native-like UI experience across Android, iOS, web, and desktop platforms, making cross-platform development seamless.

3. Customization and Theming

Flutter allows extensive customization of widgets through properties like colors, shapes, and animations. Themingenables developers to apply a consistent design across the app.

Future of Flutter Widgets

As Flutter continues to evolve, its widget ecosystem is expanding with new features and optimizations. Some trends in Flutter widget development include:

Adaptive Widgets – Widgets that adjust automatically based on the platform.

Flutter Web Widgets – Enhancing Flutter’s web development capabilities.

Enhanced Performance Widgets – More efficient state management and rendering improvements.

Conclusion

Flutter widgets are the core foundation of UI development, enabling developers to create stunning, responsive, and dynamic applications. Whether you are a beginner or an experienced developer, mastering Flutter widgets is essential for building robust applications.

If you’re looking to enhance your Flutter skills and become proficient in UI development, consider Flutter Training in Chennai. With expert-led training, hands-on projects, and real-world applications, you can accelerate your journey to becoming a skilled Flutter developer.

By understanding and effectively utilizing Flutter widgets, you can unlock the full potential of cross-platform app development and deliver high-quality applications effortlessly.

[codezup]

Designing a Custom Icon for Your Flutter App: A Beginner's Guide to Asset Bundles

Introduction In this comprehensive tutorial, we will guide you through the process of designing a custom icon for your Flutter app using asset bundles. Asset bundles are a feature in Flutter that allows you to package multiple assets, including images, into a single file. This makes it easy to manage and distribute your app’s assets. By the end of this tutorial, you will learn how to design a…