ATQH Oneshot #3 - Nightmares
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TW: n/a (?)
Something touched Fallon’s leg, yanking her roughly from sleep. She sat up, heart racing. Again, something hit her as she looked frantically for the source. The room was quiet, but beside her, Kris tossed and turned in his sleep, limbs thrashing wildly.
“Kris.” The Prince didn’t respond. Fallon spoke again, more urgently. “Kris!” She reached out and touched his arm, holding it still. He tensed under her hand, eyes fluttering rapidly behind his eyelids. Another dream. With her other hand, Fallon touched his face gently, brushing hair from his sweat-slicked skin. It was warm to the touch, as though he had been sitting in the sun.
He rolled over again, murmuring something under his breath. Fallon grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “Kristopher!” His eyes flew open, wide and panicked until they registered who was in front of him.
“Fal-“ He broke off, wrapping his arms around her, and burying his face in her shoulder. Fallon returned the favor, holding him tightly.
“I’m here,” She whispered. “It’s just a dream.”
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Devastating! Art museum gift shop doesn’t sell prints of specific and unpopular painting that struck a cord with you!
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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Every time I see that G--gle phone photoshop commercial my heart is filled with infinite sadness, like, yeah it's cool you can have a good family photo, it's cool you can do that, but god, there is something to be said for the honesty of a family photo where you're blinking, or crying, or have ugly wrinkles.
What is too unsightly for you? Would you swipe-click-replace out the image of my cousin crying on our Florida trip family reunion photo? Would you remove the plastic snake I have clenched in my grip, which I still have to this day? Would you scoff at the wrinkles around our eyes and the strands of hair on our faces as we squint into the wind, the day before the massive storm? Would I remember it if I didn't have these reminders, if the picture was perfect and clean, all children in a row with perfect gleaming white tombstone tooth smiles? No tears. No plastic snake.
Everyone is beautiful and no one looks genuine.
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I am genuinely so worried for all the young horny dykes going into adulthood thinking there's something "problematic" / "wrong" with them for being horny because fucking tiktok lesbians think any horny dyke content is "male gaze fetishitic"
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