#anyway now just seemed like a good time to wake up from my long slumber 😳

[ghostdrinkssoup]

*eyes snap open* so I heard twitter is collapsing

[redr0sewrites]

Arcane request time!

I'd love to request an Arcane woman x sub! male reader smut one shot. As I'm unsure of their sexualities I'll let you choose your favorite if that's okay with you.

🥀A/n: WOO!!! why did i lowkey base this off of monster by lady gaga.... 😭 anyways i love this req sm. i decided to do Ambessa for this request bc she's so fine and i havent written anything for her (please survive the season pookie) ♥️

🥀Cw: smut, sub!male!reader, dirty talk, kinda fluffy tbh, sleepy sex, overal filth

🥀Character(s): Ambessa x male!reader

🥀minors dni

waking up next to Ambessa is a rare experience. more often than not, she's busy with work or diplomacy, so you cherish the mornings you get to spend wrapped in her arms.

today was one of those instances, and you awoke to your lover just a few inches away from you, her curls sprawled across the satin pillowcase and a muscular arm tucked over your body. the usual furrow between her brow was relaxed, and the tense creases of her face were smoothed by blissful slumber. she looked like a goddess, and the warm sun peaking in through the window only amplified her beauty.

suddenly, Ambessa shifts, the mattress rippling beneath her as she groans. she never does stay asleep for long, it's practically in her nature to be an early riser. she stretches, pulling you in closer and tucking her head atop yours. you find yourself nuzzled against her bare collarbone, suddenly aware of the fact that your lover slept completely nude. she continues to stir, still groggy from sleep.

"i could feel you staring..." she rasps, pulling away to look you in the eyes. there is a rare, genuine smirk on her face, and her surprisingly light mood is infectious. you only giggle at her remark, and she rolls herself on top of you, pinning you down against the sheets.

"whatever happened to good morning? have i fallen in love with a delinquent?" Ambessa mocks you, but theres a playful hint in her rough voice that only draws you in.

"maybe you did..." you murmur, and Ambessa leans down to whisper in your ear. your acutely aware of her muscular body on top of yours, and the way her firm, weathered hands find purchase on your body. "it seems theres a monster in my bed," she purrs, one hand cups your face and supports her weight with her elbow while the other rubs teasing circles onto your hip. "does this monster need to be taught a lesson in manners?"

"i'd say my manners are just fine, thank you," you tease, and Ambessa hums thoughtfully. "i suppose another lesson wouldn't hurt now, would it?" she whispers, before pinning your hands above your head in one swift movement.

you open your mouth to protest, but your met with her tongue sliding between your lips as she enraptures you in a filthy french kiss. blood rushes to your cock as she spreads your legs with targeted accuracy, sliding a firm thigh between them. the only barrier between your skin and hers is the boxers you fell asleep in, and a small stain is beginning to form from the precum coating your tip.

you gasp against her mouth, her powerful form cages you in as your back arches. the slightest friction is applied to the tip of your leaking dick as it rubs against her thigh, and you whine sinfully. Ambessa pulls away to admire you, leaving a thin trail of spit connecting your lips in her wake.

"oh, darling, you look good enough to eat," Ambessa croons, sucking a dark mark into the skin just above your collarbone. she wastes no time in tearing your boxers off, leaving you completely bare beneath her. your cock springs up against your abdomen, already hard. calloused hands travel across your body, one gripping firmly onto your thigh and the other rolling your nipple between two fingers. you moan at the stimulation, but Ambessa shushes you as she crawls down between your legs.

your heart pounds against your ribcage as Ambessa blows hot air against your leaking cock, watching as you twitch with arousal. a firm hand applies pressure to your navel, keeping your hips pinned to the bed as she takes your tip in her mouth.

"o-oh!" you moan, throwing your head back against the pillows. Ambessa smirks, swirling her tongue against your sensitive cock head while bringing one hand to massage your balls. the stimulation is intoxicating, and the only thing keeping you from bucking into her throat is the large hand keeping your hips pinned against the mattress. the coil in your abdomen begins to tighten as she continues her ministrations, massaging the base of your cock and balls with her free hand.

"please.." you whine, thighs clenching around her head as your cock twitches in her mouth. Ambessa hums, sending vibrations traveling up your spine as you begin to descend into ecstasy. however, just as you begin to reach the peak of your pleasure, she pulls away, leaving your cock twitching against your abdomen.

"why'd you stop?" you whine, pushing your hips out towards her, hoping to entice Ambessa into taking you into her mouth again. she only gives you a throaty laugh, before crawling up to straddle you.

"did you seriously think i'd let you cum that easily?"

this is kinda short but whatevsss its done‼️ sorru the ending is so ass buuut i just didn't know how to end it 😭 anyways, hope yall enjoyed, pls feel free to request more! im soooo happy classes and finals r over and i get to have more free time to write and draw ♥️♥️♥️

[yanderecrazysie]

here me out yandere! erasermic with shy!reader who has tendency to have nightmares and doesnt sleep well-

[this has been on my mind like all week for some reason😭 but anyways have a great day/night and take as much time as you need/want its healthy for you!]

Just a little heads-up, I write multiple characters as working together and not as poly, so I hope that’s okay!!! You can technically think of it as poly if you want, since I’m not super specific on it lol.

And you have a great day/night as well!

Title: Circles

Pairings: Eraser Head/Aizawa Shouta x Reader; Present Mic x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, drugging

Summary: Eraser Head and Present Mic’s new darling is adjusting well in every way except sleep. Is there a way they can finally give her the rest she needs?

“Sleeping peacefully

The girl I used to be

Until I fell so deep

A neverending tragedy.

You haunt me in my dreams

But it's all I want to see.”

-from “Circles” by KIRA

 You had been here nearly four months, and your sleeping had only grown worse.

It took forever for you to fall asleep and, whenever you did, your slumber was plagued with nightmares and heartbreaking memories that had you waking with a start and crying before you even opened your eyes.

 Your captors grew more and more stressed at the sight of you withering away from the lack of good sleep. The rings under your eyes were larger and darker than even Aizawa’s, and the sight alone had their stomachs twisting with worry.

“What do we do? Why won’t she go to sleep, Eraser?”

“It’s not just a matter of falling asleep, Mic, it’s a matter of staying asleep too.”

Your captors were kind throughout the months you’d been here, but they still terrified you. So many of your nightmares twisted their happy expressions into evil ones and used their soft voices to scream obscenities, until you awoke more afraid of them than on the day you’d been brought to the isolated cabin you resided in.

Not a single night went by without turning into a sleepless night or one packed full with night terrors. At this point, you were afraid to sleep. Afraid to see what your unconscious mind was ready to traumatize you with further the minute you successfully drifted away into dreamland.

Your captors were there for you as you fell asleep and whenever you awoke screaming and crying. You could see their faces lined with worry as they reassured you that you were safe. You welcomed the comfort, even if you knew you shouldn’t trust the people who kidnapped you.

One of them, the dark-haired one that the other called “Eraser”, seemed to understand your inability to sleep. Probably because he always looked so tired himself. He also spent the most time with you at night, pulling all-nighters sometimes to make sure you were okay. 

A strange part of you appreciated that.

“Summer break, finally! Now we can spend some time with our favorite listener!”

Your head perked up when you heard them both enter the house. You had learned that they both worked as teachers during the day, so they often had to be away from you… Was it really summer break already? Had you really been here long enough for school to let out?

Your blond captor, who the other called “Mic”, was much more energetic than his companion, and he quickly came running into the living room, searching for you. He beamed when he spotted you on the couch.

“(Y/n)! Let’s have a movie night!” He said, seeming very proud of himself for coming up with the idea.

“A movie night?” Eraser entered the living room after him, one eyebrow raised, “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

You agreed to it, even though you weren’t sure you had a choice in the first place. They were kind enough to let you pick your favorite movie, one neither of them had seen, and pop it into the DVD player.

With the lights off, your favorite movie playing, popcorn from Mic and soda filling your stomach, you weren’t too surprised that your eyes were beginning to droop. After days of barely getting any sleep at all, your body was finally at its limit and ready to give you what you truly needed.

You saw Mic give Eraser an excited look, which was returned with an indulgent smile (perhaps the happiest you’d ever seen Eraser). You couldn’t help but smile yourself a little, both in happiness and relief. You had a feeling there’d be no nightmares tonight.

You were sleeping peacefully between them on the couch long before your movie was over. The two were beyond glad that Mic had proposed a movie night, as it had done what they needed it to do and given their precious darling the gift of dreamless (and nightmare-less) sleep.

That, and the pills they slipped into your soda.

[crabonfire]

hi! i recently saw your one bed trope post and was wondering if you ever did a part 2? love your writing and remember to drink water!!

One bed trope, Part 2.

The long awaited continuation!!! I'm sorry I almost forgot I even wrote it and it's my most popular prompt haha!!

characters: Heavy, Engineer, Medic.

warnings: none

note!! PLEASE READ DJDJFJFJF:

SO...I didn't realise until I finished heavy's but this is really long...like,,, super duper long. So sniper and spy will be the last part!! I'm so sorry but WOW I write long one shots. don't worry, it'll be released right after this one.

Oh and ps, Engineer's is a bit suggestive. no nsfw but sexual tension here n there 🤯🤯🤯🤯

♡Heavy♡

• "I will take the floor, Y/N sleep on the bed."

• THE SECOND HE SEES THERES ONLY ONE BED HE JUST...YEAH

• "Heavy no, its uncomfortable. Its been a long day, I'll take the floor."

"No. Heavy insist."

"Heavy."

"Y/N."

You two debated for a bit until you just told him your sharing.

"How? Heavy...is big."

"It'll fit, don't worry."

"...This is not good idea."

"Shut up man. Either we both suffer on the ground or have the bed together."

• after you both shower, Heavy spends some time to clean Sasha, while your already incredibly worn out from the day.

"I think I'm gonna sleep now, night heavy."

"goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams."

"Mhm, and if I find you asleep on the floor in the morning I'm going to break your jaw."

"Haha, very funny Y/N."

"I will."

"Ah...alright."

• you doze off quickly, Heavy finishes cleaning sasha and seeing he has nothing else to do he decides to sleep too.

• He's quite careful, making sure that he doesn't wake you. When he does lie, the bed tilts his way. His eyes widen a bit by the creak it creates as he would hate to wake you up, but is relieved to see your knocked out cold.

He studies your sleeping form for a bit, he's not weirded out by sleeping with another person. He's had to sleep with the mercs sometimes, and he used to sleep with his sisters when he was young, so this was nothing really.

But, why is it you make him so nervous? Especially in this situation? Your not even awake, but that makes it worse.

• He slowly slips into the covers that barely cover him, but right now he's more focused on you. When he does, the bed slightly tips to him and you shift closer to him, making him panic slightly. That panic fades away when you rest your head near his arm, forcing him to lay face flat to the ceiling.

His cheeks grow warm, so do his ears, and his entire face. Oh my god. Your resting on his shoulder. Oh my god. Oh my godddd.

You murmur something under your breath as you wrap your arms around his, making him tense up. "Mmmfh..." Your voice is muffled as you hold his arm. He melts, a weak smile appearing on his face as he holds the urge to freak out. Smiling contently, he soon falls to a slumber.

aw,,, anyways morning!!!

• You wake up and broooo...

Your confused by the immense warmth your feeling right now, when you open your eyes your eyes widen and your cheeks flush immediately. Heavy is holding you right now,, the heavy. The guy who carries around a machine gun everyday and kills people who even bat an eye to him, the guy who hunts BEARS.

But... You know him. He's a nice guy. Which makes it WORSE!!! HE'S... HE'S HOLDING YOU RIGHT NOW OH MY GKDDDNDNDJFJFJFJFJRJDJ! #(#((£_(

You don't know what to do. You... Uh... Um... Hm.

• "Oh my god-" you mumble, feeling embarrassed yet also feeling super lucky right now. your but bear man crush is holding you rn. bro.

He shifts, making you panic. Your eyes shut in instinct , and he seemed to have been woken up. You can't see right now but his eyes are WIIIDEEEEEEE he's wide awake rn haha

• "bozhe moi-" he grunts.

"... Y/N..?"

"...yea?"

"Oh-dear god I am quite sorry..." He let's you go and he sits up.

"It's okay! It was uh... Warm. It was nice."

it's quiet for a bit. He's obviously tense.

"...I liked it."

He flinches a bit, turning to you. "I am glad I didn't make you uncomfortable...i also liked it."

His cheeks are red. Oh?

Oh...

OH

He likes you like that...SCORE!!! WOOO!!! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! HE LIKES YOU BACK WOOOOOOO!!!!

you crack up a smile, making him feel a bit flustered. He gets up and excuses himself to shower, while your having a mini celebration over the fact that THAT little tint of red on his face is an obvious hint that he likes you. Let's goooooo!!!!!!

♡Engie♡

• he knew there would be one bed. he's close with ms pauling and knows the details of any sudden changes. so he knew, and he took this as am opportunity to make a move on you.

• "Engie there's uh...one bed."

"What? Oh-darn'...really? no way..."

"Oh um...I'll sleep on the floor."

"No-no. I'll sleep on the floor."

"Engie that's ridiculous, you've worked your ass off today I am not letting you sleep on the floor."

"Don't cut yourself short sweet pea, you were a real sharpshooter today, you take the bed."

"...ugh! Let's just-share the bed."

"...ah, alright." SUCCESSSSSSSS

• he has a whole plan too. small talk until you both get tired, he acts all chill about it, casually gets close to you without making you uncomfortable, andddd when you scooch closer to him he'll be all suave.

if you think this is out of this is out of character, considering he's an engineer with 11 phds who cut off his own hand to replace it with a gunslinger, and is nice but makes TELEPORTERS...he's definitely a carefully calculated man, even in these situations.

• you two talk for a bit, rambling about the day and laughing over stupid encounters. the clock strikes midnight, and you both realise its time to rest.

But your quite nervous with him, feeling the heat to your cheeks as you sit next to him. "You okay sugar?" He asks, worry in his voice. "Y-Yeah! Sorry, just uh...um...yea." You sputter out. "Are you nervous?" He asks.

AHAHDHDHFH he really has to ask?? "That obvious huh?" You chuckle nervously, making him smile softly. "It's alright, I won't bite. I mean, unless you want me to."

• Your head turns to him, noticing the gaze he's had on you. Your face feels hot, and your at a loss on what to say. He laughs, "I'm just jokin' darl'." Your mouth opens but you can't seem to say anything. He just... Stares.

"Oh my god your a fuckin tease." You look away, laughing. Wow okay. He...hes flirting. Well now you know he likes you like that. "Oh but you like it don't you?"

That made you turn your attention back to him, brows furrowed. He places a hand on your chin, making you look up at him. If he couldn't see the blush on your face, the heat from it would certainly be obvious. "Don't you?"

Your knees are weak, your head is dizzy, you don't know how to react, you feel like your gonna explode. He waits for a moment, and he starts to laugh, taking his hand away from your chin and shaking his head.

"Nevermind, get some sleep." He gives you one last cocky smile, and then walks off to the bathroom. Your left there speechless, not having anything to say or even think about. What is there to think about?? You can't even process what just happened to you.

I mean it's nice to know that he obviously likes you back but wow...you were not expecting him to be so...forward.

You shake your thoughts away and dim the lights, slipping into your comfortable sheets and trying your best to just...think about it tomorrow.

wow. um. morning.

• goddamnit.

• of fucking course you're gonna wake up in his arms. right after he teases you relentlessly of fucking COURSE you're gonna wake up in his arms.

your wrapped tightly in his warm embrace, he's knocked the fuck out, snoring lightly. you sigh, trying to escape but he's so damn strong what the hell...

you recall the events that happened last night, and damn!! this bitch is a tease.

you frown but accept your fate, letting yourself fall back to sleep. this man sleeps like a fucking rock. not even a nuclear alarm will wake his ass up.

♡Medic♡

• honestly?? I think he'd be too tired to even like complain or do anything.

• "Oh-uh...medic there's one bed."

"Oh? I did not expect us having to share, but alright then!"

"O-Oh? Are you sure? I don't mind sleeping on the floor."

"Nonsense! Neither of us need to wake up with a sore back tomorrow, it's alright."

• he sets up his documents on a table near the TV, and spends the whole night writing and going over files on a previous experiment he did.

you just sorta do your own thing, making small talk here and there, though he's obviously more focused in his work. You leave him be, but after hours, he's still just on thay damn desk.

"Hey doc-sorry to bother but uh...you gonna sleep soon? It's pretty late."

"Hm? Oh! Yes yes of course, I had forgotten how fast time goes while I do my work. Thank you for reminding me, I'll sleep in a bit no need to worry."

"Ah..okay then. Goodnight medic."

He hums in reply, then going back to writing. You shrug it off, taking a sip of water and slipping right to sleep.

• An hour goes by, and finally he decides to rest. He closes his documents and dims the lights, walking over to the bed. As he sits, he's quite enamoured by your sleeping self. He smiles, you look so calm.

He knows he likes you. Your the only patient he's loves to take care of, no matter what disgusting or horrible thing it is, he absolutely will do anything in his power to help you. The way you check up on him when it's late at night, the way you help him clean up and record experiments having full trust in his ability to heal you, and the way you make his heart skip faster than normal.

Now that he's alone with you, he feels a bit nervous. It's really starting to kick in now that this is the first time he's gonna be sleeping with you. NOT IN A WEIRD WAY, but wow, it's finally kicking in that you're sleeping together.

He feels like a school girl, it's silly. But he can't help it, how did you manage to steal his heart? He's stolen many himself, but this feels so unreal. He snaps back to reality when he realises he needs to sleep, smiling, he slips into the covers and faces you. "Goodnight, Y/N." He mutters.

awwwwwwwwwww he's so silly!!! morning time everyone

• He wakes up pretty early, he doesn't need much sleep to operate in the morning. He's surprised by the warmth he feels on his face, but starts to smile when he realises that your holding him in your sleep.

that's so sweet, Y/N oh my god.

he melts into you, wrapping his arms tight around your figure. "Mmmh..medic..?" you mumble in response to the sudden gesture. "Yes?"

You look down, blink a bit, and take in the scene.

It's medic. He's smiling wearily, his arms are around you, and yours around him.

woah.

• "Oh-oh gosh-"

You scooch away from him and sit up, and so does he, putting his glasses on. "I am so so sorry... I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable-oh god." You sputter, chuckling nervously.

"It is alright! I enjoyed it."

"Oh...you did?"

"Yes. You were quite warm. I found it cute!"

No point in being shy now, he's quite an honest guy you know? You can feel your cheeks redden, chuckling even more at his blunt self.

"Wow uh...Well. I'm glad you did...It was nice actually."

• You both just kinda smile like two idiots, then in perfect timing, Ms Pauling knocks on the door to wake you guys up. You two get ready and for the rest of the day, the both of you are giggling and flirting like two dumb teenagers just falling in love. It's adorable.

And for the week where you two are together, it always ends up like this. You two holding each other when you wake up. You both like each other, it's obvious now. But just who will ask out the other first?

BOOM cliffhanger HAHAHAHAHHAAAAAA!!!!!!!! Cry.

Anyways part 3 with sniper and Spy tomorrow!!! IM SORRY LMAOOOO this was longer than I thought and my palms are sweaty from writing. Like...actually I really need to stop they are incredibly sweaty.

Hope you enjoyed! For any spelling errors I apologise, stay tuned for part three tomorrow!! It'll be the first thing I post :) reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[niamiya]

Would you mind if I sketch you?

High school AU!!

Synopsis: You would usually hang out in the science lab's storage room to get away from everyone until one day Albedo decided to walk in on you.

A/N: Albedo brainrot, tbh I miss him. hoyo pls I need to see him in an event again </333. anyways I might consider writing a part 2 for this, and as alwaysss enjoy reading and sorry for any grammar mistakes-

School had never been your strongest suit. Yeah, you can manage not to fail any classes and be decent, at least, but there wasn't a particular subject you were master at, or that was what you think.

You had recently picked up a new hobby of sketching, something to get your mind off of when school starts getting too much for you. Sometimes, the teacher would call you out for sketching on the blank spaces on your test papers.

Today was one of those days where you just wanted to be away from everyone, being the loner you are and having no interest in interacting with any of your classmates. You head to your usual secret place, which is the schools science lab's storage room. It was dusty and looked like no one had touched this room for so long, which is good for you cause now you needn't worry so much about people barging in.

You brought your sketchbook and sat down on the ground near the tiny window so that you have a little bit of light to see you pulled out your sketchbook and started to sketch out what was in your brain, slowly enough without realizing, you begin to doze off a bit.

By the time you woke up, it was almost evening, so the sun was setting golden light shining from the window, which shuned the figure in front of you.

"Wait, what?"

Having just woken up your mind was a bit hazy until you gained a bit of consciousness.. who and why is there a man sitting across you? What is he doing? You had so many questions as you were surprised to see this man.

You cleared your throat, letting out a small "ahem," to which he caught it, finally looking up at you from his what seemed to be a notebook?

"Oh, sorry, I saw you sleeping and thought that it'd be weird to just leave you here in case you overslept till noon, I was actually planning to wake you up immediately, but I saw how in deep sleep you were" he spoke, brushing his ash blonde hair while looking back at his notebook.

"I thought no one goes inside this room... how'd you find me?" Questioning him while rubbing your eyes, looking around the still dusty room filled with science equipment.

He chuckled softly before speaking up, "Actually, there were comments from students outside that they were hearing strange noises coming from here, so I decided to just check it out."

You must've gotten carried away while you were alone in this room, which now got you feeling embarrassed. "You.. won't tell anyone that I was here now, right?" Sweating nervously, not wanting your spot to be exposed, it'd be a hassle to find a new hiding spot.

"Sure, I'll just tell them it was a rat or something," he grinned before closing his notebook and dusting everything off which you took notice, was he sketching in his notebook just now? does he also like to draw?

"Is that a your drawing?" You raised up the confidence to ask, to which he replied. "Indeed it is supposedly I was writing my thesis earlier before i came here but decided to sketch something whilst waiting for you to wake from your slumber"

"Is that so? I also happen to be sketching just earlier, that is, before I doze off-" chuckling softly and grabbing your sketchbook from the floor, he was watching you pick it up and smiled.

You looked up at him to see his face, the light brushing his face. "What were you sketching?" You suddenly shot up the question which he seemed a bit flustered to reply.

"I'd rather not say..." he said while looking away from you and gripping his notebook "aww not even a glimpse? I won't judge, I swear," playfully trying to see what he just sketched, you were curious.

He quickly cleared his throat and changed topics. "It's getting late now. We should head back home before the school gates close, I'll walk you home"

You felt a bit disappointed but respected his decision, and it really was getting late so you stood up and brushed off the dust from your uniform and placed all your stuff inside your bag.

Both of you headed out with your stuff as he walked you home. The sun had already set, still before reaching your home, you both had a small chat walking home. You get to learn his name and how he's the leader in the science club.

Once you both reached the destination, which is your home, he handed you a piece of paper from his notebook that was folded, which you took from his hand. "Goodnight [name], I hope to see you again." he smiled before waving goodbye, and quickly enough, he was gone.

Confused, you unfolded the paper, and it revealed a sketch of you when you were in the storage room peacefully asleep. His sketch definitely did capture that, alongside the sketch was a bunch of writing that was probably for his science notes.

You giggled and kept the paper with you ever since, excited to see him again the following day.

[icallhimjoey]

Hey, I really love the way you write. It’s so beautiful. 💕✨ Since you wrote requested one shots about reader having a miscarriage (this was so sad) and also one where reader and Joe actually are trying to get pregnant, may I request reader giving birth to her and Joe’s first child and Joe being nervous and all over the place and maybe almost on the verge of fainting? Thank youuuu ☺️☺️💖

i had FUN writing this one, and i know its very rambly and i also know that i didnt really fully do this request the way you asked it (sorry) but i tried my best and sorry if my sentences are too long (like this one) but i hope you enjoy! Wordcount: 1.8K

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Let’s Have This Baby

You wake up. Again. It’s maybe the seventh time that night that a cramp pulls you out of your slumber. Your very light slumber – it’s hard to get some deep sleep when you’re days overdue. 

Logically you know this might be actual contractions, but that’s way too scary to pay any actual mind to, so in full denial, you tell yourself there’s no way these cramps follow each other up close enough for them to be considered a good enough reason to wake up Joe. They are however painful enough to audibly huff and puff your way through them which in turn wakes up Joe anyway.

A soft hand curls over your pregnant stomach as you lay on your side, and it’s tender and cute, but it’s definitely not helpful. It’s hot enough in the bed as it is anyway.

“Big one?” Joe murmurs behind you as he snuggles up close, big spooning you all the way over on your side of the bed. You hold your breath as the pain seems to reach its peak, eyes shut tightly and then, when it subsides, you exhale and relax completely. Or, well, as much as you can anyway. Being this pregnant there’s no way to relax to 100% comfortability, the weight of your stomach and the actual person in there made everything awful.

You are clammy and feel the urge to pee, but know it’s just because there’s someone pressing against your bladder in there, so you do your best to ignore it and mentally try to will yourself back to sleep. You want at least a little more of it, and Joe’s steady breathing in your ear and the soft, slow belly rubs help.

But there’s no way you get the chance to drift off. 

Another contraction creeps up on you and this time, it’s different. You feel it coming on sooner as if from further away this time, and the sensitivity dial in your body seems to have been turned up to a much higher setting. It makes you grab onto Joe’s hand, taking it from your belly and squeezing it hard, crushing its bones together.

“That was only 7 minutes,” Joe speaks with a slight urgency in his voice, not mentioning that you were hurting his hand, because why would he want to start a fight right now. But Joe’s been awake this whole time and he’s been timing you because Joe was told that that was a job the dad could do and so that’s what he did.

You manage to bite through the pain, trying to remember strategies you’d learned, but all seem to difficult to put into practice right now – you’re exhausted, in bed and had no desire to swing into full action right now. After about a minute of clenching, you can feel the tension in your stomach ebb away and you gasp for air, only then realizing you’d been holding it for almost the entire time.

“It’s not been a full hour of them yet,” you try to settle Joe, trying to rid him of any panic he might be feeling. But you are lying to yourself if you say you aren’t absolutely trying to rid the shudder of panic you’re feeling yourself.

This might be the start of it. This might be the time. You were days overdue, so this wasn’t a huge surprise and you were very ready to get this kid out of you, but the prospect of actual labour was scary enough to want to pretend it wasn’t actually going to be happening at all. Ever. You could just be pregnant for the rest of your life, you decided. You’d be fine. Live in a wheelchair. Eat for two for every meal. It’d be glorious, you’d lie to yourself.

“Babe,” Joe starts. “It’s been hours. Plural.” Joe now sits up and turns on his nightlight. “You’ve hardly slept,” he accuses, and he’s right, but that doesn’t mean that Joe has to say it aloud and it rubs you wrong. But then you see Joe’s face and you know that because you haven’t gotten any sleep, Joe hasn’t gotten any either. His tired eyes confirm that you’re right.

“Shh, I’m fine. There’s no rush.” You’re not one to give in easily, and you tuck your arms close, hands under your pillow and you close your eyes again. You know you’re not actually going to be going back to sleep, not now Joe’s turned the lights on, but you also know that you don’t want to get up and go to the hospital. So you procrastinate the birth of your child as a form of protest. 

Joe thinks is cute, but doesn’t have the patience for it.

“Breakfast. Decaf cappuccino.” Joe says, kissing you on your clammy forehead before getting up and walking out. It’s only 3:30am and just because you’re very stubborn, and not to mention terrified, you try very hard to actually drift off a little again, but it’s to no avail. Joe’s mention of breakfast has also made you hungry, which doesn’t help.

Another contraction builds in your pelvis and you think it’s unfair how they get worse every time. Joe can hear you squirm and huff and puff from the kitchen and he checks his watch.

“Six minutes!” he calls out and he then knows there’s no way that this isn’t happening right now. This is actually it. To be completely sure, Joe makes a phone call and is told that yes, you could go ahead and come to the hospital.

Joe knows he’s ready. The hospital bag has been by the door for days, good to go. He places breakfast down on your bedside table and helps you sit up against the headboard before placing the cappuccino in your hand.

You get the show of a lifetime watching Joe get dressed in top speed. It’s clumsy, clothes get stuck on things they wouldn’t have gotten stuck on had Joe gotten dressed calmly, and when he finishes putting his shoes on, you pretend to click a stopwatch in your palm. “50 seconds!” you joke, pretending you’ve timed him like he’s been timing you.

Joe helps you out of bed after a few bites of breakfast and hoists you into a different outfit, one that’s okay for the hospital and when you want to stop by the bathroom to quickly straighten your hair and maybe do a little make-up, Joe steers you towards the front door, ignoring your protests.

The delay to get to the hospital, the pretense that you’re fine and calm and just dandy is just your way of coping, Joe knows.

But you’re leaving now.

It’s time.

And when Joe opens the front door, you try to think of another reason to not leave the house quite yet when another contraction takes hold over your system. And standing up, they’re worse. You cling to Joe, making him take on your full body weight because you want to actually get down onto the floor to take this pain on your knees because somehow on your feet it’s not so easy.

It takes little time to get to the car, and when Joe slams your door shut and jogs to the drivers side, that short moment by yourself is enough to admit that you’re having an active panic attack. Right here. Right now.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you say when Joe opens his door and gets in.

“Let’s go,” Joe doesn’t even look at you, quickly starts the car whilst getting his seatbelt on and pulls out of his parking spot.

“I can’t do this,” you repeat, now more so speaking to yourself. “Why did I let this happen to myself, why did you- why did you do this to me? You did this! Why?!”

There’s waterworks, and there’s shouting, and there’s a seatbelt that doesn’t sit comfortably because there’s a huge round stupid stomach, but there’s also driving, and traffic and Joe can do nothing more than give you his one free hand to hold onto, to squeeze into and just because you need Joe to share your pain, to bite into for just a second as you struggle through another contraction.

“Turn the car around!” you demand. “You’ve got to- we’ve got to stop!” Joe completely ignores you, his foot steady on the gas pedal.

“Stop! Stop the car, you need to-” you’re breaths are high in your chest, and Joe can’t have you pass out from hyperventilation, not when he’s stuck behind the wheel of his car and not now that there’s an actual baby on its way out of you.

“Hey!” Joe cuts you off, his voice loud over yours and it shuts you up immediately. Joe turns to look at you for just a second to make eye contact, and you look absolutely petrified.

“I’m scared too!” Joe shouts, and you don’t understand why Joe thinks that raising his voice at you is of any help to you right now.

“But you can do this!” Joe’s hand squeezes yours now instead of the other way around, and it sort of grounds you. “We can do this.” Joe’s talking courage into himself now too. “We’re going to have a baby today.”

Your face contorts. Another contraction.

“Let’s have it at the hospital instead of in the car on the side of the road, all right?”

Joe brings your hand to his mouth to kiss the back of it.

“All right?!” He asks again, louder this time, waiting for your verbal confirmation.

“All right! All right.” You confirm.

And it was all right, because Joe was there, and he would be there the whole time, and going through the rest of your life as a pregnant lady didn’t seem appealing to you at all, think of how little pee your bladder would be able to hold when it’d grow into adult sizes.

No.

Having a baby in the hospital was the better option. So you decide that you’re going to do this. You’re going to shoot this baby out of you and get the best fucking sleep after because you love sleeping on your stomach and haven’t been able to sleep on your stomach for months. And God, you’re were going to have sushi, and maybe a beer and Joe said he’d get you a steak, rare, the way you like it, because you really miss having steak the way you like it so much and it’s all going to be all right.

“All right.” You say again, now smiling, and Joe can hear the smile in your voice but checks just to make sure that he’s heard it right and he feels the terror of the situation subside.

“Let’s have this baby!” You channel the nervous energy into focus and excitement, a tinge of fear still there, but not enough to let it overpower you.

“Let’s have this baby!” Joe repeats copying your excitement but his voice louder than yours, and you each squeeze each other’s hands, fingers tight and bones crushing and you know it’ll be all right. It will all be all right.   ----

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[kjngdomheartz]

Just Like a Rose

fluffshot of u and jd waking up together bc i’m such a hoe for this guy

YOURE WELCOME KORN TUMBLR jd x reader tag is way too dead

1113 words, can be set whenever u want but there’s modern day technology!! excuse the amount of spaces i have no idea how to fix it

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Your face scrunched up as a ray of sunshine disrupted your slumber rather rudely. You held back the urge to groan or shift around, prior to the familiar weight you felt on your lower half. Eventually you adjusted to the new lighting and you found yourself awake with a snoozing Jonathan cuddling you. Looking down, you placed your hair on Jonathan’s head, massaging his scalp instinctively with your thumb.

Well. Can’t really get out of bed now, can you? That’s alright though. You didn’t plan to anytime soon anyway. Jonathan was like a cat asleep on someone’s lap, and you were the someone who wouldn’t dare interrupt its sleep. Popping in an earbud, you checked the time on your phone. 9:30 AM. Not too late. You pressed play on (song of choice) before going into the camera app to take a picture of Jon’s sleeping self, only to find out he was awake when you pointed the camera at him. “Oh, shit-“ You laughed, quickly putting your phone down in a lousy attempt to play it off. “good morning.”

“G’morning.” He mumbled, clearly still a little drowsy.

“How long have you been awake?”You inquired, your thumb continuing its work on Jonathan’s scalp a little more denser now that you knew he was awake.

“Mm, not long.” He replied truthfully, cuddling your figure a little harder, yet still so gentle. “That magic you’re doing on my head is making me sleepy.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, it feels wonderful.”

You chuckled in response. Currently, you were wearing only a bra and underwear, but not in a seductive way, that’s just how you slept comfortably. Jonathan too, except he was only in his boxers. And despite his nightly routine of getting comfortable, he always seemed the most comfortable when you were his pillow.

It was finally Saturday, thank god. Saturday’s were your favorite, mostly because it was both you and Jonathan’s day off, and this was the best way to spend it.

“How was your week, Jon?”

He hummed. “Pretty okay. Me and Munks and Head did an interview together yesterday.”

“Really?” You replied, amusement visible in your tone. Interviews always seemed super fun, but also seemed like they could get persistent and annoying. Maybe you’d be in one with Jonathan sometime. “How was that?”

“We just read out a few comments and answered them. Someone asked me to marry them.” He chuckled, recalling Head’s response to the question.

“Oh,” You started, laughing lightly, “that was me. Hope you said yeah.”

“You’re Stacy from Johnson City?”

“I thought you knew?”

Jon giggled, placing a hand on your stomach and nuzzling into it. “I love you.” He murmured, adjusting his head to where he’d be facing you. “You’re so beautiful.” He added, placing a light kiss on your stomach.

Fuck, you love Jonathan so much. Though your expression was soft and kind, the feelings you felt inside were almost too much to bare. He always knew how to make you feel so fuzzy and happy, even with the fewest words. You couldn’t help the giddy smile that crept upon your face. You covered your mouth with your hand and looked away once you felt a familiar heat plaster across your cheeks.

“You’re blushing like a rose.” He laughed, letting his head return to its previous position.

“Shut up. You always make me blush so damn much.”

You felt Jon smile his dorky ass smile against you. “That’s the plan.” He sang smugly, tapping his fingers on your skin in a rhythmic pattern. You two laid there in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before Jonathan decided to sit up, earning an unpleased groan from you. “Come on, baby, get up.” He ushered, shaking your small in comparison figure around a bit. “Let’s go.”

“Ugh, no.” You whined as you handed him his glasses that were resting on the nightstand beside you.

He quickly put them on before getting up out of bed completely and throwing on a random pair of long black shorts and a loose grey tee. He turned back to face you in which you just blankly stared back at him.

“Come on. I’ll start breakfast.”

“Noo.”

Jonathan sighed in defeat. He turned around and walked out of the room, probably making his way to the kitchen. You shrugged and made yourself comfortable in bed again. You began to fidget with the silky white pillowcase beside you, and just as you thought it was that easy, Jonathan stormed back into the room and carried you out of bed bridal style, spinning you around a little.

“Jonathan!” You shrieked. Your body tensed up quick and you immediately wrapped your arms around Jonathan’s neck in fear that you’d fall.

Jon laughed at your reaction and set you down so you were standing up. You never unwrapped your arms around Jon’s neck, which pulled him closer to you as you were set on the ground. Jon took the chance and kissed your lips delicately, like if your lips were snowflakes and he was afraid of shattering them. It was so amusing, no matter how soft or rough his kisses were, they were always so passionate. He kissed you for a long while before pulling away. “You’re cold.” He said.

“Well yeah, you kinda pulled me outta bed half naked.”

He snorted. “Well then go throw somethin’ comfy on, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Was all you said before making your way over to your dresser and pulling out a pair of plaid pajama pants and a (F/B) tee. You began to slip on your clothes as Jonathan watched you adoringly.

“You’re so damn beautiful, baby. I can’t believe you’re all fuckin’ mine. My heart feels so full with you.”

You smiled and made your way over to Jonathan, your arms wrapping around his neck once again. “I love you so fucking much," you replied, “you’re so important to me.”

Jonathan smiled and kissed you again. “Wanna just stay in bed?”

“What about breakfast?”

“I’ll order us something. I know you’re tired. I just wanna cuddle you.” Jon wrapped his arms around your torso and rocked you side to side lightly, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“Okay.”

He kissed your hair. “You make me so proud, you know that?”

“You’re gonna make me cry.”

“You’re so fucking amazing. You’re so fucking good to me.” He said as he walked you over back to the bed, putting you on top of him to snuggle. Jon grabbed the tip of your chin and faced you to him, him noticing the pink on your cheeks instantly. He smiled. “You’re blushing. Just like a rose.”

[knightofthegarden]

Aster Lore Collection

Over on twitter, I made a post letting people exchange likes for lore facts - and got over 30!

Twitter is no archive though, and also character limits suck, so in this post I will compile, rewrite, and reorganize all the lore that was earned. (Note: Aster "Яeverse" will get her own post, and so will be omitted from this post. You will get bonus lore instead.)

Note that this is a companion piece to a my lore video, as both help explain each other.

Quick Facts:

Full name: Aster Gardenia

Birthday: March 29th

Age: 28

Height: 5'3" (160 cm)

Representative flowers: aster, gardenia, forget-me-not, lilly of the valley, meadowsweet, bird of paradise

Representative tarot arcana: Strength

Aster is left handed (which, fun fact, makes learning the sword twice as complicated. :'D )

Aster was originally going to have a much more formal speaking style, but it quickly became limiting (both for expression and tweet character limit). My first few tweets had the weirdest vibes.. I would not have survived a stream like that.

The Garden and the Modern Era:

While Aster fell into her magical sleep "once upon a time", she awoke in @wildflowersthebunny's magical garden in September of 2014! This means Aster has lived in the 21st century for just over 9 years.

Aster's gratitude towards Wildflowers is also why she is "of the garden"; the garden protected her slumber, and Wildflowers cared for her when she awoke, so Aster now serves them in place of her former masters.

The hundreds of years of sleep also resulted in considerable muscular atrophy, and Wildflowers literally helped get her moving again. (As in, she rigged my model!) It was during this time of not being able to get up from her sleep casket, getting physical therapy from Wildflowers and hearing about the world she woke up in, that Aster also got to watch Wildflowers start her streaming career, and was inspired to do so herself.

Despite serving a magic garden and waking up from a magical sleep, Aster herself is not magical at all. She is a completely mundane human knight. She also doesn't know all that much about plants, despite being named after them. (At least she doesn't have a pollen allergy?)

Aster's weapon of choice is the hand-and-a-half sword, otherwise known as the bastard sword. She usually wields it two handed, but occasionally makes use of a buckler on her off hand. She recently joined a local HEMA group practicing German long sword, but she's lost a lot of arm strength since her long sleep. Train hard, Aster!

Aster likes retro games despite waking up in 2014 because when she was figuring out the whole technology thing, she saw the playstations and assumed you had to start at 1. She never really got to that third one. There's a lot of good PS2 games. (Nintendo 64 was very confusing.)

Aster has a degree in computer science! Why?? Well, similar to last fact - computers seemed pretty important in this time period, so she thought she had to study them to figure out living here. (It doesn't work like that.) (But swords are expensive so it all works out.)

Pierre (my lovely cat) did not come from Viatorum, he was adopted 4 years ago and has lived his entire life in the 21st century. He loves swords anyway because he has good taste.

Before the Magical Sleep:

Aster was originally from the small kingdom of Viatorum, where she served the royal family, who she refers to as her sovereign. Aster's sovereign consisted of the king, queen, queen-mother, princess, and the young prince. Aster interacted with all of them, but primarily spent time with the prince and princess (since they were similar ages), and was working towards being the prince's personal knight. Their names, and their history, were all erased when Viatorum was conquered.

Aster's sovereign were Viatorum's final ruling family, all of whom were executed when the kingdom was conquered during the war. Viatorum was merely a stepping stone on that larger, more militant kingdom's conquest, but even its name has been lost to the centuries...

There are still a few distant descendants of Viatorum who still remember its holidays, and Aster gets together to celebrate and remember with them whenever she can. The most prominent of these is January 27th, Viatorum's Founding Day.

Aster's duties as a knight mainly consisted of standing guard around the castle and accompanying the royal family - meaning she was not setting out on any grand adventures or military conquests, slaying monsters or defeating dangerous foes. Viatorum was a peaceful place before the war, and her sovereign did not allow Aster to actually fight in that war. (In other words: despite her love of swords, Aster isn't actually especially powerful, and her kill count is zero. Not edgy.)

Aster has not always been the loud, goofy, friendship-filled knight she is today. Aster had very few friends in childhood, and became a knight because she was lonely, and she figured that people would value someone who was strong, reliable, and able to be of service to them. Even among the knights, she was known as a cold, unfeeling person, and most saw her more as a drill sergeant to be wary of than a potential friend. She only knew how to market herself as an effective tool, hoping for someone to see her as "of use" to them, but despite her continuous efforts, she remained alone, because that's not how friends work.

Aster nearly joined the guard not as a knight, but as part of the military band. She plays trumpet! Joining the military band still involved doing drills, and also wouldn't let her have a sword, so she decided to work harder for the more prestigious position instead.

Aster's Sovereign:

The Young Prince: The young prince had a poor constitution, and thus disliked most martial activities, preferring the arts. He was always picking up new crafts; leather-working, sewing, puppetry, painting. He was never satisfied with his results, but Aster found them very impressive.

The young prince had periods where he was proud, brilliant, and ambitious, and others where he was timid and depressed, usually depending on his health. Aster saw his pride as his truest self, and wanted to encourage and cheer him on always. (Now, she will do that for you.)

An anecdote: Once, the young prince fell ill while he was in a different kingdom on a diplomatic trip, and Aster was so frustrated not being there to care for him that she became jealous of the nurses at the other kingdom.

The Princess: The princess was just a year older than Aster, and aimed to take on the martial activities her brother could not, practicing diligently in combat and equestrian arts. She insisted Aster practice fencing with her, and the two often went riding together or walked the gardens and talked for hours. The princess was the first peer Aster felt treated her as a true friend.

An anecdote: The princess was stronger than Aster, even before the muscular atrophy. Aster made her promise not to tell her parents how often she lost their sparring matches, fearing that her right to guard them would be called into question. Aster redoubled her training efforts so she could properly protect the princess and her family. (Now, she does so for the garden and all of her friends.)

The Queen: The queen was incredibly well spoken and well liked, and often held magnificent parties. Viatorum's long peace was often attributed to her talent at earning people's trust, and her writing was said to have built many friendships.

An anecdote: Wanting her attitude to reflect the hospitality of the house she served, Aster forced herself to to try to connect with others at the Queen's parties, even though she had in many ways given up on her ability to do so. While Aster is still not much of a party person, she was surprised to find success, and actually enjoyed getting to know the Queen's many friends. (Now she is able to put herself out on the internet and meet and encourage so many wonderful people she may have never met otherwise! People are nice, actually.)

The King: The king was a strict, sometimes angry man, but he was fair and cared deeply for his people. Aster often worried that displeasing him would cost her her position on the palace guard, but it was he who proved that she was valued for who she was, not her achievements.

The King's passion was for economics, and combined with the relationships the Queen forged with neighboring kingdoms, he was credited for making Viatorum a flourishing center of trade.

An anecdote: At first, Aster always arrived early to escort the queen-mother to tea, often making her feel the need to rush, which was dangerous for someone her age. The king scolded Aster fiercely after his mother-in-law almost slipped coming to the door one day, but was the one to explain that her mistakes didn't automatically make him dislike her. It was the first time she thought of relationships as other than a cost-benefit analysis, and it's a lesson she keeps reminding herself to this day, and hopes to teach her viewers too.

The Queen-Mother: The queen-mother was fiercely loved by the king and queen, and for good reason. Every conversation Aster had with her led to her learning something about people, life, or herself. It was no wonder the queen had such a way with people.

The queen-mother faced many challenges in her old age, but she knew life was worth enduring them, and that was her strength. She'd struggled through many hardships, and found many treasures at the other side.

An anecdote: Waking up in a foreign time period, hardly able to move, it was the queen-mother's memory that inspired Aster to search for a way forward, even before she could see it. It was there. It always is. Now, she hopes she can help others believe that too.

[mtdthoughts]

The Twins' Departure (Migi & Dali Thought)

The reader may or may not know this, but I also have an account on Twitter/X. Originally, I used it to just follow my favorite users from the Japanese fanbase of Migi & Dali. Eventually, I became a bit more active there. I had a lot of fun doing this, and a few of the fans that I followed actually interacted with me! I only wish that I had done all this back in October of 2023.

Oh well, it is what it is...

One of the aforementioned Twitter/X users (074gnRONSU) posted a keen observation that I missed. Do note that the post is in Japanese, so you may need a translator for this.

Anyway, Ronsu pointed out that the twins might not have left Origon Village right after they found out about Metry's death on Christmas Eve.

Although the anime shows them burying her on that night, the original story in the manga isn't very clear about this. In fact, they might not even have buried her right away, since I'd imagine it would be very difficult for a 4/5-year-old to firmly grasp the concept of death, especially their own mother's.

In fact, they may have waited at the cliff for a long time after taking her back, hoping that maybe one day she would wake up from what seemed like a long, long slumber. If that's the case, then that is way sadder than I originally thought...

This idea is hinted at with the following images, where the first two are from Chapter 6, and the third is the cover of Chapter 44, likely a reference to the second image.

The first image shows the twins with their mother looking at the Christmas lights in Origon Village. Also, notice that the tree where they found her dead body has no leaves.

Meanwhile, the second image shows the twins by themselves, looking at Origon Village with what appears to be blossoms scattering in the wind. Notice that there are no Christmas lights, and the tree where they found her dead body now has its leaves grown back.

Given that this image is shown as the twins remind themselves of their revenge, I infer that this moment was when they finally decided to leave Origon Village, specifically some time during the spring (maybe April?). They might not have understood what revenge was, but certainly they left knowing that their mother would never be with them again.

Coincidentally, this seems to be around the same time of year when they found her button on April 4th in Chapter 14. Perhaps this is meant to be the 7th anniversary of the day that they left Origon Village? Maybe their birthday as well?

Anyway, the idea that the twins left the following spring after they buried Metry makes more sense now as it really captures their loss of innocence as they came to terms with their grievous loss.

That's all I had for this post.

Bonus: If all this is true, then this means I made some rather embarrassing mistakes when writing my fanfiction! Hopefully, these can be fixed rather easily.

Credits to Ronsu on Twitter/X for this discovery, and if you're on the platform I would highly recommend following them! Ronsu's art is really good too!

[blackjackkent]

I may be away camping right now but the BG3 feels do not stop. Quick drabble-y fic-y thing that mostly percolated during the long drive out here. :D Set immediately after the fight in Grymforge in my current (first) playthrough.

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"C'mon, Soldier. Wake up," Karlach says gently. Her hands fall to her side as the Revivify scroll, its incantation spent, drifts to dust in the stinking, boiling air of Grymforge. "We're not done yet. You've got to come back."

Hector's battered body lies unmoving on the blood-spattered stone floor. A little ways away, Shadowheart crouches next to Gale's equally still form, struggling to work her way through the words of another scroll as the necrotic aura of his death swirls around her. 

"I can feel them," the dark cleric gasps out as she completes the spell and staggers backwards out of the choking cloud. "The absence of them, I mean."

Karlach nods absently. "Yeah. Me too." 

Normally, she is only vaguely aware of the strange bond the tadpoles have forged between the minds of their little group. But it's always there, and there is a ragged hole in the tapestry of their mixed thoughts where the monk and the wizard have been ripped from it. Gale's ever-meandering, ever-preoccupied ramble of ponderings and observations is silent. And even more distinctly, the sturdy pillar of Hector's determination and fear, intertwined in equal measure, has vanished. 

It's surprising, unsettling, how empty she feels without it. Hector stood between her and Wyll's blade; he saw the good in her at once and spoke up for it. He is always afraid but he masters it and fights forward anyway. He is the common thread holding them all together, determined to draw them to do right even through all the misery and confusion. 

She watches the pale gold of the Revivify spell slowly drifting over his body, working its way across burned and broken skin. "Wake up, Hec," she mutters again. "Don't make us do this without you."

For a long, strained moment, it seems as if the spell has halted, has failed - and then Hector's body convulses around a ragged breath inward. His gray eyes flicker halfway open, squinting up at Karlach in blank confusion. 

She feels herself relax, exhaling a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and a grin flashes onto her face, bright with relief. "There he is. Morning, Soldier."

Most of the time, deaths in Zariel's army were left where they fell. As the general's pet, however, Karlach has been subject to a few revivifications; she knows what he is going through. 

To be revived is a process almost as traumatic as the death that preceded it. It is like being wrapped in a thick blanket, buried in the deepest, most soothing slumber… and then having it ripped away, the hammer blow of reality striking into your chest and demanding, breathe! And with the breath comes pain, and fear, and everything you were feeling when you died multiplied by tenfold, along with the creeping bitter sense of mortality like some beast's teeth wrapped around your throat. 

Death, in truth, is much simpler than life. Death is silence and peace. Life… is everything else. Perhaps she does him no favors in reviving him. 

Perhaps she does it more for herself. 

She can see him flinch away for a moment, a panicked roll of the head, staring blindly around and seeking instinctively to struggle back into the darkness. But the spell is implacable. There is no going back, not yet. 

"You're all right," she said softly. "Take a moment." 

She wishes she could help him, take one of his hands or touch his shoulder, ground him back in himself. But the engine in her chest is burning hot as all the hells, mixing with the humid oven of the air around them. To touch him in his current state might very well kill him again. 

So she just watches as he struggles back to consciousness. Slowly the panic fades, replaced by numb recognition, then miserable exhaustion. His eyes find hers and stay fixed there for a long moment. 

Then he draws another breath, steadier this time. Seeing her smile, he struggles to muster one in response, but it looks more like a grimace as it twists the burn along his cheek, the rip in the skin of his jaw. 

"You must feel right at home here," he groans out hoarsely. "So… bloody hot."

"Too at home, really," she answers dryly. "Sooner we're out of here, the better, if you ask me."

The breath catches in his throat in a hacking cough. "Did we… did we do it? Is it over?" 

"It's over." She nods. "Nere is dead. All the dwarves too. The gnomes are safe." Her grin twitches, a flash of the gallows humor of the battlefield. "Thought we lost you and Gale too for a moment, but all's well, as they say, yeah?" 

She's trying to elicit another attempt at a smile, to help bring him back and push the dead haunted look out of his eyes. Instead, she realizes that he has started to tremble violently, his eyes squeezing shut and head turning away from her. His breath starts to come faster, his chest jolting with each struggling inhale. Tears squeeze out from under his eyelids, mixing with the sweat and dirt and blood caking his skin. 

"Damn it…" he whispers brokenly. "So many dead. I keep thinking, perhaps this time we will find allies, perhaps this time there will be no violence, perhaps this time I will do it right, mend the rifts, find the right words to say…" 

Karlach frowns with some alarm. Hector has often seemed worried, troubled, but this is altogether uncharacteristic. 

"They were slavers," she says uncertainly. "Cruel bastards. We didn't want to be their allies."

He struggles around another shaky breath. His fingers flex, looking for some purchase and stability that isn't there. "But I didn't want to kill them," he whispers. "I didn't want to kill anyone. Right from the start…" A pause, then even more softly, almost ashamed, "There must have been a way to convince them to leave. To stop the slaughter, the cruelty…" 

Karlach shakes her head slightly. "Some people're just monsters, I think, Soldier," she says quietly. "No way round it."

He's silent a long time, the ragged breaths beginning to slow again as the panic and grief expend themselves. "You call me that," he finally mutters, not looking at her. "But I don't think I much live up to it. I don't want to fight. I don't want to kill, I don't want to die. I don't want to be here at all." He opens his eyes and looks up at her with a pathos that makes her heart twist unexpectedly in her chest. "I just want to go home…but there's so much blood in the way…" 

She is struck once again by the sudden urge to touch him, squeeze his hand in reassurance, in solidarity. She can see his fingers twitching as if to reach out to her, too - but he knows as well as she does the danger of that. 

All she has to comfort him are words. "If you think no soldier's ever felt that way… you're far wrong," she says gently, after considering in silence for a moment. "I know I never fought 'cos I liked it. Only 'cos it seemed like sometime it might be over. And I wanted to be alive to come out the other side."

As she speaks, she can see him start to further calm, the soft slow rhythm of her voice giving his breathing and heartbeat something to measure themselves by. His eyes have opened again, his gaze holding onto her like a lifeline in a storm. 

"I can't remember anything," he mutters after a while. "Of the… of death, I mean. Selune…surely she was waiting for me. But why can't I remember…"

She shifts from her kneeling posture to sit next to him. In lieu of being able to pat his shoulder, her fingers brush repetitively over the grooves of the stone floor. "You'd know more about that than I would," she says. "But… 'f you ask me, there's things we en't… meant to hold onto and still be alive. Doesn't mean it en't there, yeah? Still waiting. She'll still be there. When you're ready."

He hesitates, then nods. Some of the tension goes out of him and he sags against the floor bonelessly. "We should… make camp," he mumbles. "Rest. Where are the others? You said Gale--" 

"Gale's fine," she says soothingly. Out of the corner of her eye she can see the wizard has sat up and is holding forth to a weary-looking Shadowheart while gesticulating with his ribbon-wrapped pouch in one hand. "And we'll make camp. You rest here, all right?" 

As she starts to pull away, he reaches out a hand towards her hesitantly. His fingertips stop just shy of brushing her wrist. Both of them freeze and she finds herself unable to look away from him, from the gesture not quite completed. 

"Thank you," he whispers. "For being here. For bringing me back."

The engine in her chest gives an unsettling whir, and the temperature between them abruptly climbs by several degrees. She swallows, tries to grin carelessly again and finds the expression harder to muster this time. 

"More of us the merrier, right?" she says, deliberately light. "Wouldn't be the same without you." Before he can respond, before she can let herself think too much about this oddly charged moment, she turns away with a snap and stands up. "Just rest, Soldier. I'll see to camp."

[coffyao]

heesung and yoon-gu special episode rewritten

Summary:

spoiler alert: read the heesung and yoon-gu special episode first before you read this one.   the same sex scene but with a bit more flavour + character + consent and all that juicy, good chemistry.

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"...would you like to eat ramen at my place?"

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"agh..." potato moaned. He was usually a morning person, typically waking up with the cows at 5am. However, his head didn't seem to be working quite straight, and he felt drowsier when the light shone straight into his face, despite almost always leaving his curtains closed when he slept.

I have to get up early for cleaning duty...

once he opened his eyes, and saw the Choi Heesung, the same Choi Heesung that was in multiple k-drama debuts, and the same Choi Heesung that he spilt all of his beans to, he catapults himself off the bed, waking Choi up from his slumber.

"...you scared me half to death. What's wrong?" 

He couldn't believe it. He wasn't in his own bed, he was in the god dang luxury bed of a gorgeous celebrity.

"ah...m-my legs feel like jelly, where am...I?" potato sorrowfully whimpers. He couldn't fathom it. 

Choi slumps against his stomach, putting one hand under his chin, unamused.

"is this really that shocking? guess I'll have to remind you the grim details."

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walking into a fancy and spacious apartment, potato looks around in a fascinated trance, bemused at the tall chandeliers, priceless pottery, and intricated interior that his country eyes had ever seen before. He was used to being surrounded by mud, and being awoken by the cockerels that roamed around in his family farm. His mom used to say there was always a first time for everything, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to try this.

choi closed the door after him, amused by a curious potato.

"what's got you so intrigued?"

"everything...just everything is so expensive," potato said, and looked over at his wooden table. 

"what's your table made from?" potato inquired, and swiped his fingers over it, mesmerised by it's sleek design.

"p-probably hardwood..."

"ahh very, very interesting," potato mused, continuing to feel up the rest of the material.

"...anyways, I didn't invite you here to treat my apartment like a museum," choi said, his patience weaned. he was already hurting from the rejection that he received from dan, but jaekyang's disgusting display of showboating his victory tipped him off the cliff edge, and he needed to re-confirm his bedroom skills, stat.

"I invited you here for sex..." 

surly a country bumpkin like himself should know that a drunk invitation to someone's house at the dead of midnight meant exactly that. he couldn't be that naïve.

"ah...that. wait, s-sex?!" potato yelped, stepping back and and hands gripped, on choi's velvet chair.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting when he came to choi's residency, but being invited for sex with the Choi Heesung certainly wasn't on his bingo card. His mom always used to tell him to never follow a stranger to his house, but this was spectacularly different. this stranger was too handsome not to. 

"I thought my intention was loud and clear..."

"a...haha, I guess it was..." potato said, abashed, and covered his own face. 

since assimilating himself in the way of city life, he has tried to get used to all the city lingo, implications and slang, even attempting to use some of it with his team-mates, but they laughed and told him to be himself, and he did just that. 

until now.

"...well, do you still want to?" choi asked, folding his arms, and his smug expression re-emerged, a new glint appearing in his eyes, " it might take our minds off certain troublesome things..." 

that was true. if they did do it, then it meant he would temporarily forget his woes over jaekyang, and instead, reminisce over a wild night with Choi, and, though there might be rumours of him being a womanizer in the media, he wasn't looking for a long-term lover in him anyway. but, there was a problem.

"...but I-I'm a virgin."

his mom has always told him that he should only think about fornication once he managed to get married, but he was always too focused on his boxing dreams, and rarely had time to think about the next and huge milestone in his life: relationships. so, sex has always been a enigma, forbidden and only for the rebellious and brave souls. but as of recently, he started thinking about what sex would be like, and how it would feel by having the riskiest version of it. He also wanted to be rebellious.

"...a virgin? a virgin, huh..." choi frowned. He didn't like bedding virgins. They were obviously inexperienced, and got too attached to their first partner. but, potato still had a cute face, and he wanted to know what he looked like when he was sexually pleasured. the prospects were near stimulating.

"...but wouldn't you rather lose your v-card to someone you loved?" choi asked.

"it would be nice, but..."

he wanted to know what it was like now, with all the positions, sensations and all that chummy good stuff that he read in a steamy romance novel one time when he went to the library. He wanted to plunge right in the deep end.

"b-but I rather experience it all right now, with you..." 

choi unfolded his arms, and cautiously, puts one finger underneath potatoes chin, lifting it up.

"...look at you, so curious," choi murmured. if he was going to fuck a virgin, he'd rather them be direct and willing, just like this.

"initiate a kiss then, and I'll take you seriously."

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Notes:

chapter 2 coming soon, stay tuned. I really wanted to play up potatoes character of being a country bumpkin more, so I hope that came across well :)

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 4

Hi! I'm finally back from holiday which means I have access to my computer again! This one was a bit difficult to write, considering I'm so overly careful I hardly get injured. If you think it needs anything adding to make it more realistic, just let me know in the comment section or via message. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Summary: So uhhhhhh.. magic’s real. Middle earth’s real. Shit goes down. Bon appetite.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 2230

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Minor Injuries, Major injuries (i.e. broken bones)

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PART 1: Chapter 4 -

Hey ghouls, the girls are here.

Alternate Universe (definition): A hypothetical self-contained plane of existence, co-existing with one’s own.

I felt nothing and everything at the same time.

Each of my senses were heightened as I tried to make out what was happening, though there was nothing to make out. I opened my eyes to pitch black, straining my ears for even a single sound only to receive nothing but an empty void. It was as if I was floating in the middle of a sensory deprivation tank, where time slugged by in slow motion. A dream where you wanted to run, but your limbs were made of lead and only dragged you down further.

Frustrated and frightened beyond belief, I floated there for what felt like a thousand lifetimes, trying to reach for something, until slowly but surely, I could feel myself tilting backwards, or upwards, to be honest I don’t think direction even existed right now. Soon enough I felt myself descend, the sound of air whistling past as I seemed to descend quite rapidly, gaining speed to the point where the air became a deafening roar in my ears. Where I was falling to I had no clue of, but it was better than having a panic attack whilst magically suspended in a void.

A voice. Well, it wasn’t really a voice, more like screaming. I mean, I was screaming too, but I knew I wasn’t hearing things. At this point I wasn’t really worried about who was making the ruckus, I could be falling to my death after all. The only thing I comprehended was that they were falling too.

I had enough. Panic attack No.2 just finished, and I was still falling?? At this point the initial fear was now replaced with boredom and irritation at my predicament. I was even tempted to go to sleep, you know, make up the hours, and hopefully wake up to find I had already landed. But I knew I couldn’t doze off, everyone knows I’m too picky about my sleeping arrangements, and it’s always an hour minimum before I actually fall into any form of slumber. I still closed my eyes in some form of attempt, and relaxed as much as I could. I no longer had any concept of time. It felt like it had been hours when it could’ve easily been mere minutes.

Whether it was good or bad luck, I still felt the relief at the change of atmosphere. The air became significantly fresher, and I could almost see the light trying to pierce through my eyelids. The sound of thunder wasn’t very promising, though, and my relief didn’t stick around for long, packing up its bags and sprinting out the door the second I opened my eyes.

I ignored the fact that my throat was already painfully sore from earlier and began my screaming match again. Only this time wasn’t with the void, but with the dark clouds and the rapidly approaching ground below me. I hastily spotted I was going to hit a tree before coming to a possibly fatal landing on the grass, so I did all I could think of. I reached behind me, moving my rucksack as quickly as I could despite the aerodynamics, from my back to my face, wrapping my arms around the bag and curling my legs into me to prevent injuries as much as possible.

It wasn’t long before I hit something. Hard. And another thing. And another. All the while I was scratched and whipped by twigs all around me. A short moment of falling again passed, until I slammed into the ground with a loud thud. A deafening shriek ripped through my throat, wailing as agony shot through every part of my body. Despite the evidence of magic existing, it seemed no mercy would be given since something, if not several, things felt very broken. I forced my eyes open through the torture, blinking rapidly as rain hammered at my face, light filling my vision for the first time in what felt like forever, even if it was only dim.

Forcing the bag off me, I rolled over in the sodden grass, letting out involuntary cries of anguish as my body trembled from both the excruciating pain and freezing temperatures.

 Managing to roll onto my front, I tried my best through this nightmare to kick in my first aid training, to figure out just what parts of my body had the misfortune of baring the worst of the impact. My head was lucky, the bag only letting it receive a few knocks. My torso, not so much, with my painful breathing telling me a few ribs had definitely cracked.

My left wrist was completely trashed, seeing as I could hardly move it as it already had begun to turn red and swell up. However, as if by some miracle, my legs were intact, albeit a bit sore and with some definite bruising, not to mention the twisted ankle.

Thanking whatever kept me alive, I used my right arm to push myself up, trying not to twist too much to save myself from slipping over in the wet mud and tormenting myself further. I carefully retrieved my bag and shakily cradled my left hand to my chest. Only then was I able to finally take in what was around me.

Blinking through the rain that was collecting on my lashes, I saw it was like I was back in the forest, though it looked like something out of a fairy-tale. Twisting my head around, I observed that I was in some sort of meadow, filled to the brim with flowers of every colour. Perfect for frolicking in if it wasn’t pouring with rain, and also if you haven’t just fallen from the uppermost atmosphere. It was bordered by a darkened forest of oak trees, with possibly the most vibrant, dark green leaves I’ve ever seen. A pond, I guessed was about ten metres across or so in diameter, was tucked in at the edge, between the border of flowers and trees. It was also daytime, albeit still dark and grey, from what I could make through the hammering rain.

Taking shaky breaths, I peeled wet strands of hair from my face whilst trying to ignore the blood mixing with the water on my arm. I took a minute or so to calm down as much as I could, trying my best to focus on my surroundings as I tried to get the dizzying pain and cold turn from sharp jabs into a dull throbbing. Though I wasn’t able to get that far.

Because today decided that what I had endured wasn’t enough and sent me another lovely experience.

The screaming I had heard from the void returned, though I knew it definitely wasn’t me this time, with it now coming from above, and it was gaining on where I was very rapidly. Squinting up through the raindrops hitting my face, I scoured the dark grey sky above me. From out of the corner of my eye, a figure fell past in a blur, and my head twisted in its direction, despite the developing ache in my neck, as the sound of an object hitting water filled my ears. I watched in shock as the once still pond crashed around in violent waves as whatever hit it sent water flying high into the air, soaking a vast area of the meadow.

Dropping my bag, I pushed myself to my feet with a wince and hopped over as fast as I could, coming to a stop on the slippery edge of the pond. I watched as it kept churning and splashing, and I realised the figure was most definitely drowning.

My lifeguard training flashed in my mind and I jumped in. The adrenaline now pumping in my veins blocked me from feeling most of my broken bones as I wrapped my arms around the mass of flailing limbs, quickly dragging them out the water and pulling them up onto the bank.

Eventually said mass of limbs had calmed down and was now leant on their knees and elbows as they retched up pond water. Seeing that they were alive, I collapsed for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

“I thought you said you weren’t jumping in after me?” heaved a familiar voice from beside me.

I whipped my head around in shock, practically giving myself whiplash, to see Kay hunched over on the bank next to me, looking exactly like she did several hours ago, albeit now soaked from head to toe, her copper hair sticking wherever it could on her face. I shrieked many indiscernible noises, almost refusing to believe that she was here after all that. All I could do was wrap around her in a desperate hug, finally feeling like I was no longer going to hyperventilate for the fiftieth time that day.

Letting go, we took some time to calm down and regain our energy. The burning question still stood firm, however, as we observed our surroundings. We both looked at each other, eager to ask questions, but the inconceivable events from today left us utterly dumbstruck, too stunned to even say a word to each other. We were totally tongue-tied.

Although it didn’t last long.

All that movement had jostled my injuries, and I let out a quite hiss as the adrenaline wore off, my whole body feeling like I had been run over three times and processed through a meat grinder.

Kay’s head moved like flash, setting her scrutinising eyes on my pained grimace, before scanning my soggy appearance. A gasp flew out as she caught sight of the now dried streaks of blood down my right arm. Reaching out she snatched up my wrist and I opened my hand as much as I could, allowing her to survey the gashes across my palm and fingers.

She raised her eyebrow at me, looking for an explanation and I sheepishly admitted to trying to poke a magical veil with a stick. She wasn’t amused.

“Did you wanna take a picture?” I kidded, doing my best to lighten the atmosphere, whilst also trying to focus on anything but my hand.

My attempt seemed to work, though, as it wasn’t a second before her phone was out her bag, zooming in on my open hand, the camera shutter going off several times as I cracked up as much as my ribs would allow me at her priorities.

As she went to return it, I used that hand to drag over my bag, unzipping it to take out my miniature first aid kit. Swivelling back, she furrowed her brows in confusion at me using my bloodied hand. She eyed my other hand, watching as I cradled it to my chest as I attempted to open the kit with one hand.

“What else happened?” she demanded. I looked up at her sheepishly.

“I mayyyy have broken a fewwww….. bones?” I meekly confessed; my voice shaky as the waves of pain crashed over. I withdrew slightly at the sight of her expression hardening. “I didn’t exactly hit the water like you did.”

“Bones.” She deadpanned.

I darted my eyes around, scratching the side of my neck with a finger whilst avoiding eye contact with the storm that was now developing in front of me.

“Like…. A couple ribs and my wrist?” I smiled nervously, slowly dragging the first aid kit towards me with my bleeding hand to see if I could open it again. “It’s not like you can say anything, with your borderline concussion.” I pointed out the large cut on her forehead and the fact she was blinking far too much whilst also swaying slightly.

A hand swatted me away, before snatching up the kit. Within a minute or so my arm was cleared of both fresh and crusted blood, red replaced with white as Kay secured the bandage in its place with medical tape. I tried my best with my ruined hands to stick the large plaster over her cut in return, after she had cleaned it.

After tidying the equipment away, she clambered to her feet. Stretching out her painfully sore back with a groan, she scanned our current location, the both of us now recalling that we were currently god knows where. I tried my best to follow suit, carefully pushing myself up and limping over.

“Where in the actual fresh hell are we?” I asked. Kay shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m just as clueless as you.” She replied. She stared at my swelling wrist before deciding. “We have to find a village or town though, otherwise you’re fucked the most if we stay out here.”

I agreed with her and retrieved my bag. Not seeing that she had spotted my limp.

“Don’t tell me your ankle’s fucked as well!” She cried over the rain. I turned around slowly to see her displeased expression.

“It’s only twisted.” I explained nervously. God she had eyes like a hawk.

With a frustrated sigh, she strode over and reached into one of the front pockets of my bag. Taking out the spare tote bag I had packed, she insisted on lightening my bag’s contents, as to not worsen my injuries.

Slowly but surely, due to my mangled ankle and her aching back, we chose a direction we thought best and began our trek, leaving the meadow behind as we entered the dark forest.

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BNHA Boy Imagines <3

Katsuki who embraces you throughout the night after you abruptly came to his dorm room for warmth. Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, he acts annoyed as you steal his blankets along as rearrange his whole bed to your liking, but he lets it happen anyway. Then is when you speak for his badly hidden pout—“it’s all for the cuddles, Suki.”

Izuku who loves holding your hand as you walk through the city park with the rest of the class. You two being in your own little world, not caring for the onlookers, just being a couple. Maybe he's a little embarrassed but he sets himself right at your next words—“They can stare all they want, Zuku, I’m proud to be with you.”

Shoto who’s content to coddle you in the common room late at night, even when you're not feeling the best, unable to give him your definite affection. He knows it’s because of whatever situation that is going on in your life and he respects that. But one thing that he for sure knows is definite is that he loves you too—“You know that I love you, Sho?”

Eijiro who encourages you when your down, and praises you to let you know that he cherishes you. With him being the best significant other you could ever have and more, you attempt to encourage back but he’s to good as he spoils you with junk food, drinks, and trashy slushes from the nearby 7/11—“Thank you, Ei, the snacks are great.”

Denki who plays video games with you during the late nights of summer break. The rest of the Bakusquad playing along, but him being seated a little closer than you guys' other friends. Your knees touch in a simple fashion, being the smallest bit and reminder of love, a cute and small detail to show that he’s yours, and your his—“Stop being a sore loser, Denk’s, admit your loss!”

Shoji who cuddles you in bed during the harsh winter nights, using his multitude of arms as a shield against the cold. His arms blanketing you from the rest of the world while you two snooze away, the Disney movie: Beauty And The Beast, being long forgotten in the background as the world seems to pause without you too conscious, and instead, drifting away with love in your slumber—“Goodnight, Ji, I love you.”

Hitoshi who stubbornly wakes up to make microwave popcorn with you past curfew, being support for your night time crunch. Your faint giggles make his heart skip a beat every now and then as you see him with a blanket cloak, specifically the blanket he gifted you. He smiles as your microwave finishes and he can stare at your natural beauty, and think of how much he loves you, and your snack trips—“Toshi! Try my limited edition, cat-butter popcorn!”

This post is for entertainment purposes only and is pure fiction. (I think, I'm not 100% sure, because they're not my characters.) I hope you enjoyed my puny imagines and my corny writing, and English is not my first language, so if there are grammar mistakes and stuff of that sort, that is the reason. None of the characters mentioned and used in this post are not mine, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi, I repeat, none of the characters mentioned and used in this post are not mine, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi. Bi-Bi!

[honeybeewhereartthee]

My Darling Dolls AU:

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After going out of the restaurant after a chat with your new employer for commission. You saw familiar blue haired idol waiting for you outside.

Through he have a disguise on but you saw his eyes and blue hair too far familiar for you since he reminded you of your best friend, kana.

"Anyway, I'll chat with you later Mr. Itsuki and Mademoiselle~" you waved good bye to the pink haired doll owner who just narrowed his eyes on you. "Leave, it's not that I want to chat with you more." He said not looking at you anymore.

"We can still talk about dolls next time! Eheh" he only clicked his tongue and wear his sun glasses and walk away.

"Ahaha..." You felt hopeless as you felt like your employer seems hard to talk too sometimes since he say different than what he meant.

"Is HiMERU bothering you?" HiMERU who walk toward you as he notice that your alone now.

"Not really. I was just chatting with Mr. Itsuki about doll cloths and such." You look at HiMERU and felt sad about not able to see kana or heard anything about kana every time you look at his face.

"Itsuki shuu of Valkyrie??" He seems bewailed that you know another idol bit he realize your living with bunch of idols albeit they all darling dolls but still. Your not new to interacting with idols at least.

"....oh, what was that ?" You don't hear what he say as your in your trip in memory lane about your time with Kaname Toujou.

"Sorry I was thinking of kana. I actually have drawing of kana that I drawn a long time ago. I forget when through." You can't help but talkative because the topic is a rare topic to have discussion with someone.

Taking out your wallet and the old drawing, you show him the image of young Kaname wearing a crow of maleficent outfit with a proud face.

"I made the outfit." You boosted. Before whispering to him a secret. " Actually I made lol the outfit for the play but I made sure kana outfit would be the best one because his My best friend! Ùwú" not able to shut up about kana while the two of you walk in the street road, not having a particular place of destination at all.

HiMERU watch you with wide eyes before he have a soft smile on his face. thinking about what bugs him for days, he Finally made a decision.

"Do you wish to see kaname?" He ask you which made you pause and look at him.

" Finally I thought you never ask!" You felt excited seeing your friend again yet the moment you saw his present situation made you realize how long time have passes by and Many things have happened between the time period with no communication with one another.

"How long.." was he been in such state?

You can't find your words to continue as you slowly walk toward the side of the sleeping beauty.

"Years... Doctors says... I should give up..." HiMERU broke his character as he don't think his idol persona at the moment. But his own feelings.

"MC... Do you think HiMERU should give up?" Through he did return to his way of speaking after he find his wording. He look at you with his almost familiar golden eyes. He have a smile yet it seems it would crack if you answer wrongly.

"...I... Want to talk to kana again..." You can't believe the reality, what cruel life could be. You softly reach out to hold the hands of the slumbering prince. Your answer could be taken as you not planning to give up with Kaname situation as you answered indirectly. Yet HiMERU felt relief he found someone who's willing to wait for kaname to wake up and continue to hope for such day to happened.

"Kana... " Tears start to fall from your eyes that been clouded with sadness and grief. Holding the hands of your best friend who you never communicate for a long time.

You wonder if you still have the right to be called his best friend. If your so oblivious of the things his been through. The terrible things that people did to him when his just trying his best to be a brilliant star.

"Kana it's nice to see you again..." You said through you know he will never reply yet you wish he would. "I..." You tried to think what to do to help him, to wake him up.

But no thoughts come in mind. HiMERU watch you held kaname so dear to your heart, he slowly pat your back to comfort you as you sob.

You don't go home that night, the people in the house become worried but you texted them your in your new job place and going over time.

But in reality your watching a slumbering friend, trying to see if he would wake up any minures. But at last it's just hopeless thought. HiMERU and you slept in the chair and sofa of the room.

Watching the unchangeable situation. Through the next day, you left the hospital room in a deep thoughts yet again while being in the hospital garden.

Looking at the drawing you have with Kaname and the other haft of the drawing that show the drawing of you holding mayoi in your blue fairy god mother custom of the sleeping beauty.

You give the other haft of drawing to kaname because he ask for it. Ripping the whole paper as you have the drawing of one another.

HiMERU who found the photo in kaname treasure chest of important memorable things he treasure. He saw such drawing a long time ago, but it never occur to him that it was you.

He remembers kaname mentioning about who it was but he wasn't focus to his words but kaname said: The person in this photo like drawing is my bestest best friend and her cree-- cough- cute friend mayo-- mayonnaise...???? I forget. 😰 The name.

That was the second person Kaname talks so fondly of someone. The first one is that gott damn priest ' HiMERU thought while having a trip to memory lane.

"... Good memories.." you look at the drawing you made and putting it next to one another to make one picture. "Thats weird... What's this." You notice something weird in the back of the paper when a light is shined through it. A message that is written in both papers. it seems that it's hard to see with naked eyed and needed something to see it clearly.

"damn. Is this like a treasure hunt now." You wonder as you try your best to read the message but failed. The light is not the right light.

"I swear I don't know what's up with me when I was a kid..." You grumble as you went back to the hospital room. You saw HiMERU who just waken up.

"Good morning, MC." He greeted you but you went to get your phone and searching for a tip how to see message in the back of the drawing.

Seeing your busy with something leads him to be curious but not enough to pry into it as he only watch what your up too. Not long later, you went out to get something before you come back rushing in with a wide smile in your face.

" Hey hey, HiMERU you cannot believe this!" Feeling like you two bond enough to be shameless like you are to rinne and Niki. You lean closer to HiMERU who's looking at his phone for update about the appeal to get a solo idol work.

"HiMERU wanna know what's got you excited about, MC." He wanted to hear what gotten to you now. Through the distance between you two are quite non existent at the moment, it's not the main deal at the moment as you start jumping around lime you won a lottery.

"I think I just learn how to wake up kana!" Eyes sparkling in glee you say what you wanted to say for a while.

"Huh? HiMERU is confused. Why leads you to say so?" In his questions you did not answer directly.

"Do you believe in time travel?" Was your reply leading HiMERU to believe there's something wrong with your head now. "No, HiMERU does not believe in those.."he said frankly with a smile.

"Bruh." You felt dejected this non sci-fi believing android like doll words. "I guess you will if this message is proven right!" You show him the back of the two drawings that you scratch tape together.

"HiMERU sees nothing." He look at the blank back and smiled at you. Wanting to ask what's up with your head become very tempting to do so, much than he have earlier. "Oops sorry sorry. Here." You give him the unique flashlight to show him the message in the back.

"...this..." His eyes widen as he look at the letter. "This person sure have a bad handwriting." He commented. "HiMERU cannot read anything at all." You suddenly want to punch this guy when he just insult your present time hand writing.

"That's very rude>:'(." You pout but return to the main topic as you translate the gibberish he cannot understand which is your hand writing.

The theory of time travel. And the date of time of the play when your a kid and the other date is of the future -- which is in two days time. "Theory of time travel huh... HiMERU cannot believe you like such topic." The idol cant coop with your thoughts but thought about it.

"I wanna do it." You said. "... HiMERU remember you said it needed one to be in a dare situation. HiMERU don't forget the fact of your act of creating bodies for haunted dolls as one of the reckless things you did that cause everyone to worry about your physical health."

"What. They seems fine with it through." You remember that everyone don't comment about it when you announced about it in the dinning table.

"Something are meant to be left unsaid to the stupid one."the rude bitch said with a smile. Your hand is itching to hit him but you did not. ">:( I'm not going to die young. I'm a spawn of Satan. "You resort back.

"Does that mean you still going to do it? Such situations is dare and no turning back if we failed." You look at HiMERU with a smile.

"It's kana, so it's fine."

"HiMERU want you to remember that there's bunch of people will be worried sick if you failed." He reminded you again.

":P If the letter state correct, I won't fail, even if I did. I write it with the present time hand writing of mine, so it would still be a success if we fail once or twice." HiMERU and you have a long gazing contest before he sigh.

"But how will you put yourself in such state then? We cannot just throw you off the window now right?" You saw him look at you like a problem child which made you chuckle before you thought about it.

"Well there's still two days before it happened. Something is bound to happen that will lead to such situations." Excited about time travel, and forgetting about the important fact you needed to be haft dead to do so. "Fine. I'll make sure your funeral would be well attended then." He jested. Through he doesn't hope it would work and your life won't end just like that.

He don't know what to do if something bad would happen and the problem would be pin to him. Dealing with rinne is hard enough. If that happened he have to deal with the fury of batch of Alkaloid, especially the phantom. he really don't want to get to that point.

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focus – pa17

you just can't help staring at paul's hands and arms. it's impossible not to.

genre: smut 😵 oh dear

pairing: reader x paul aron

warnings: fingering, smut, idk just the regular

word count: 2.6k... it was meant to be a blurb but nope

requested: yes !! requests are still open <3

author's note: felt good to write pa17 😚😚 his number has been jumping between 16 and 17 a couple of times now on the f2 website but i hope it stays as 17 because i love that number. i know i say this pretty much every time i write smut but like... this felt like the dirtiest thing i've ever written....... in hindsight, it wasn't that bad but like shdkfhdk i cringed so hard as usual. anyway. sorry to my estonian readers out there (looking specifically at you elle because you're the only estonian i know lol) for the short mention of the reader not speaking estonian. hope everyone enjoys tho <3

18+ content below, minors dni!

waking up to an empty bed is one of the things you hate the most in the world. especially when you're supposed to be accompanied by your boyfriend, but he's mysteriously disappeared.

it's been a long week, the first one back to reality after a good winter break, so it takes you some time to wake up from your deep slumber. the sound of one-sided chatter from the kitchen is what finally wakes you up, the warming scent of coffee filling your nose instantly. your mind is so groggy that it takes you a little while to figure out that paul is on the phone with someone – and that the reason you can't understand him isn't that you're tired, it's because he's speaking estonian.

unwillingly, you force yourself out of bed once you understand that he isn't going to join you back in it anytime soon. you pull on a random oversized shortsleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants before going off to find him in the kitchen, his back turned against you as he leans onto the counter, speaking into the phone. paul turns around at the sound of a chair scraping against the floor as you pull it back, taking a seat at the kitchen table. when he takes you in, a smile reaches his lips and he strolls over to you.

karl, he mouths to you as he points to his phone with his free hand – karl is probably going off about paul's winter break gym program for the tenth time this week, you assume – before letting his hand reach for your cheek instead. after his thumb brushes across your cheek a few times, he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

then, he turns and walks back to the cupboards, pulling out two mugs and pouring some of the coffee he's been brewing into them. he balances his phone up to his ear with his shoulder as he picks up the mugs, carrying them over to you while letting out a string of confirmative sounds, seeming only mildly interested in what is being said on the other end of the line.

you accept the cup from him, both hands wrapping around it and feeling it warm up your fingers instantly. paul takes a sip of his coffee as he takes his phone into his other hand again, suddenly breaking out in a tangent that you understand nothing from. when paul slips down in the seat opposite you, your gaze shifts to look out through the window, watching the late sunrise leave its hues over the city below you. you've always loved morning moments like these, when there's no rush in the world, nothing to worry about, no reason to stress. it's always so easy to get lost in these moments, in the sound of birds chirping in the distance and the pink clouds flying away into the horizon.

but paul breaks you out of your trance. his free hand reaches for one of yours, removing it from your mug and instead intertwining your fingers with his. you smile subconsciously at the action, your eyes moving over to watch your laced hands. but when you do, you can't help but let your gaze wander.

you've always had a thing for his hands and arms. it's silly, you think, but there's something about it that makes you weak. when paul wears jewelry, it just contributes to your obsession – the silver rings and the pretty bracelets that he only takes off for racing make your heart flutter anytime you see them. and thinking about the pleasure those slender fingers of his bring you...

you would never tell him about it, though. sometimes, you think he must be the most oblivious man in the world for not noticing how you so often blatantly stare at his arms. but then again, he probably would tease you until the end of the world if he found out.

it's easy for you to get carried away by the sight of his arms. the way his fingers fit so perfectly between yours, the way little freckles and moles are scattered across his skin, the way the muscles in his forearm flex when he gives your hand a little squeeze. it's like time and the outside world doesn't exist: it's just you and paul. and his hands and arms.

paul has to call out your name twice to get your attention. when you finally snap out of it, his eyebrows are raised slightly and his lips are curved into a sly smile. "what are you doing?"

"n-nothing!" you let out instantly, although you know that he won't fall for it. you hadn't noticed him hanging up the call – you hadn't even started drinking your coffee yet. you had been too busy... admiring.

"really?" his hand lets go of yours, filling you with a disappointing feeling in just a second. but then, his fingers start grazing up and down the bare skin of your arm, from your wrist all the way up to the sleeve of your shirt. your eyes follow his hand without a single blink. "you seemed so focused, though?"

when his hand suddenly moves past your shoulder and his fingers make their way up to your neck, you can't help but gulp. your gaze slowly moves to the cheeky grin on paul's face as a shiver shoots down your spine. "no, i was just…" speaking gets harder and harder when he lets the pad of his pointer finger brush up along the side of your neck, touch ever so light but more than enough to throw the butterflies in your stomach into a fit.

paul tilts his head, eyebrows rising again. "just what?" he asks, feeling your escalating pulse when he lets his thumb run up the front of your throat. the way your body is physically reacting to him is so amusing to him – and enough to make his own heart begin to race. his thumb reaches your chin, and then travels further along your jaw, hand settling around your jawline. "you're really pretty, did you know that?"

your eyes flutter closed when his thumb caresses your pink-tinted cheek. he draws random shapes into your skin, little hearts and simple flowers, before slowly making his way to your lips. his thumb runs along it once, twice, and on the third time, it's like you act on instinct. suddenly, you've stuck your tongue past your lips, giving him a little lick. his movements stop and you take it as a sign, leaning your head forward just a little to invite his finger into your mouth.

you open your eyes again and you take in the sight in front of you. paul's jaw has dropped, eyes wide and zoned in on your lips. the corners of your mouth curve into a slight smile, completely loving his reaction, but you aren't done here. your tongue swirls around his thumb once, and paul's breath hitches in his throat. he almost pulls his hand away from you in pure shock – but then he lets his curiosity get the better of him, and he keeps it in place. he's far too intrigued to see how far you'll take this.

he merely blinks at you when you quicken the speed of your tongue, eventually even beginning to suck lightly on his thumb. he's completely lost in it now; in the way you're so innocently playing with him, your pretty eyelashes batting at him and your lips forming a slight pout around his finger.

has his pants suddenly gotten much smaller, or is he getting this hard already?

when you finally pull him out of you, he's completely speechless. you chuckle, deciding that maybe now it's your time to tease him. "you seem really focused, paul. what are you doing?"

he pauses for a moment, but then his lips crack into a cheeky grin. "oh, please," he starts. "don't pretend like you didn't enjoy that just as much as i did."

you want to interject, tell him about how he was quite literally flabbergasted until just a second ago, but he cuts you off.

"i knew you liked my hands, but… you like them that much?"

your own hands instantly come up to cover your face, wanting to hide the embarrassment that’s likely growing more and more obvious by the second. so he did know about your obsession all along? "paul-"

"no need to disappear," he interjects. suddenly, he's standing by your side, and in one swift motion, he's swooped you into his arms and carried you to the living room couch. you let out a yelp when he drops you onto it, but you're smiling at him when he removes your hands from your face. he grabs both of your shoulders, pushing you down slowly until your back hits the couch before climbing on top of you. "if you like them that much, let me use them to make you feel good."

he hovers over you for a second to see if there's any kind of hesitation in your face, but the way you look up at him tells him how much you want this. he doesn't waste any more time, immediately leaning down to lace his lips with yours. the sound you let out against him has been held back for long now and it gets him going instantly.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders for stability as his hands move down your body, one stopping by your hip while the other continues its journey under your shirt. his touch is so light it almost tickles you, and the coolness of his rings against your warm skin sends tingles through your body. his finger dips along the bumps of your ribs, all the way up to your breast. his thumb is still slightly wet with your saliva when it makes contact with your nipple, making your mouth slack against his.

there's no way you can focus on the kiss now; all of your thoughts are on his hands, and he can tell. he breaks the kiss and starts kissing along your jaw instead, his pecks sloppy as he concentrates on kneading your breast. the little sounds you let out when his finger flicks your nipple are like rewards to his ears. his hand that had been on your hip starts moving too, letting his thumb dip just below the hem of your sweatpants.

his head pulls away from your skin. "may i?" he asks, fingers pulling on the hem of your pants. when you don't give him an answer, too immersed in the feeling of his other hand still on your boob, he halts his actions. a chuckle erupts from his throat. "hey, listen to me."

what comes out of your mouth sounds more like a whine than words, but it's accompanied by a quick nod and he understands the meaning behind it. he snickers, pulling your sweats and panties down in one swift motion, your breath hitching as the cold air meets your already-soaked core. your entire body is waiting in anticipation, so eager and so needy that when he drags a finger along your slit, a shudder of pleasure passes through your body.

when paul looks up at you again to see how you're reacting, you have an arm draped over your eyes. he instantly frowns and stops his actions. "hey, i thought you liked watching my fingers?" he asks, and you nod impatiently. one of his hands reach up to grab your wrist. "well, then we can't have this. you need to be able to see my fingers as they work on you."

he pulls your arm away, and you meet his gaze the moment you open your eyelids. the look in his eyes almost takes you out there and then; the look of satisfaction, enjoyment, and just pure love makes you so thankful to have someone as good as this man, looking like there's nothing he'd rather do at nine in the morning than please you with his fingers.

when he notices how you're craning your neck just to catch a glimpse of him, he gets an idea. he sits up more properly again, reaching for two pillows behind him. you shoot him a questioning look, watching as he climbs over you again. then, he snakes an arm around you before propping you up on the pillows; a smaller one underneath your chest, and a bigger one under your head.

"there we go," he hums as he settles between your legs again. "that should make it easier, no?"

you don't have time to answer before you feel him teasingly brushing against your folds again. this time, you don't dare hide – and quite frankly, you don't want to, either. the view you have is far too good to look away from.

one of his hands wraps around the inside of your thigh to spread your legs, as the other hand's thumb draws circles on top of your clit, the little bud so sensitive already. when he finally slips a finger into your dripping core, you can't resist the urge to let your eyes roll back, feeling so good already. it doesn't take many pumps before he pushes another finger in you, too, spreading them apart and stretching you out fully. your hands grab the material of the couch below you, fists turning white as he speeds up his movements and adds yet another finger.

he pulls out a throaty moan from you when he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting just the right spot. you feel like you're reaching your limit already, and the way your breath is getting quicker and more high-pitched lets paul know just how close you are. when his free hand reaches down to play with your clit, you can't take it anymore, the orgasm washing over you instantly.

you really don't want to miss one more second of this, so you force your eyes open and look down. paul loves to hear you whining as you come, seeing your body shudder with the orgasm, and feeling you clench around him – especially when he's fucked you with just his fingers – and the prideful look spreading over his features is a sight to behold. when he helps you ride out the orgasm, your eyes flicker between his face and his hand pumping in and out of you, and you're sure it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

then, the view is outshined by what he does next. he pulls out of you, your slick covering his fingers. and after that, he pushes his fingers into his own mouth, cleaning them up and sucking them off like they taste better than his favorite meal. holy shit.

"that's..." you speak in between heavy breaths. "so... fucking... hot..."

"you're quite hot yourself," paul says, eyes just barely pulling away from your face to look down at his crotch. "like, do you see how hard i am? just from watching you?"

a weak giggle passes through your lips as you follow his gaze, impressed by the effect you apparently have on him. "want me to help you out with that?" you ask, raising your eyebrows with your suggestion.

"well, if you're offering..."

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York Household: Chapter 7, Part 1

Next household for this rotation is the Yorks. Highlights include kids ignoring my fun outdoor summer setup in favour of TV, me ignoring Deanna being in a distant phase by still getting her to have a heart to heart with her ma, and water balloon antics.

Kelly may be an evil kid but since his aspiration is Slumber Party Animal he needs to try make friends. Deanna is looking forward to attendng prom with her girlfriend Paris. Calista is keen to knit for her future grandsons. Aaron… also exists?

A sunny day dawns in Willow Creek and we return to the York household. Deanna is the first to wake up today, she's entering a phase. Deanna is now distant, and will get tense around her family. At least it's prom tonight so she can get out of the house.

Callista and Aaron get up and ready for the day. While they're busy Deanna rushes her way through breakfast so she can be gone by the time anyone else is in the dining room. Success! She probably will have a stomach ache now but whatever.

Aaron: Anything on the agenda today

Callista: Workout, and maybe some knitting

Aaron: Morning Kelly

Kelly: Hey pa

Callista: Are you doing anything today Kelly

Kelly: Could I invite some friends round later

Aaron: I suppose

Callista: But go easy on the shenanigans

Kelly: Ma, it's me, of course

Aaron: He seems to be doing okay

Callista: He does, maybe the evil trait isn't as hard to deal with as we thought

Kelly wanders to the backyard and contemplates what to do until his friends get here. Making a mess sounds good. He pulls out what seems to be flour and chocolate syrup and goes wild.

The fridge is pretty empty so Aaron decides to start his day by making food for the week. First up, French toast for breakfasts. Next, some vege chilli. Callista tries to go jogging but again the action doesn't work and she returns home early. Workout on the exercise machine it is.

Upstairs alone, Deanna sets about calling her friends to check up on them. Noe and Tamika are pretty drama free. Reece is sill not sure what to make of Samir, he clearly likes Reece but is it friendship or something more? Paris is excited about her prom outfit, although worries it'll look plain.

Anya: You got a splashpad

Kelly: New today

Drake: Very nice

The kids mill around the water emitters and have some fun. They splash each other and all manage to cool down from the heat. In the end though they can't ignore the call of technology, and the TV inside beckons.

Deanna is a member of the computer club which means programming. She gets set up to practice while Gerald, first of his name, looks on. Aaron needs to improve his debate skill for promotion so mirror debate for him. Callista wants to knit something for her upcoming grandkids and gets busy making.

Anya: Can I join

Kelly: If you're quick

Fergus: Shush up, I'm trying to concentrate

Atlas: Try but it won't help you beat me

Kelly: Brianna do you have to mop just this second

Brianna: Someone could slip

Anya: Leave puddles long enough and they dry you know

Fergus: Can anyone even slip in puddles

Brianna: Fine, fine. I'm sitting

Chasity: Look out behind you Anya

Anya: I see him, I see him, take this

Fergus: No fair getting help from backseat drivers

Drake: This track looks pretty unsafe *sips*

Atlas: It's virtual Drake, it doesn't have to be safe

Kelly: Crashes are the best part anyway

Kelly: OMW stop blocking the TV Brianna

Drake: It's only character selection though

Anya: There is no only in competition

Atlas: The blue one is mine

Chasity: Does it do anything extra

Atlas: Be blue

Brianna: So no

Kelly: He just likes that one best

Fergus: I call yellow

Anya: Too slow, I have it

After finishing her homework Deanna approaches Callista to ask a favour.

Deanna: Hey ma, you know it's prom tonight

Callista: You've mentioned it a dozen times, I am definitely aware

Deanna: Well, I was wondering, could Paris and I have a sleepover tonight after we get back?

Callista: What does the foster home say

Deanna: They'll give her permission so long as an adult approves

Callista: Sure, invite her to stay

Deanna: Thanks ma, I'll let her know right now

Callista: You two are getting pretty close

Deanna: We are

Callista: Will you sleep in the lounge or your room

Deanna: Lounge of course

Callista: You could both sleep in your room if you wanted

Deanna: Thanks ma but... I mean... we haven't even kissed yet

Callista: Really?

Deanna: I may be 16 but she's a year and a half younger, I don't want her to feel I'm pressuring her into anything

Callista: Do you love her

Deanna: Aren't you meant to say, you're a teen, you don't know what love is

Callista: Avoiding the question

Deanna: I'm definitely smitten but I don't want to be creepy clingy girlfriend

Callista: Be honest girlfriend. Maybe she wants to kiss you but is afraid you'd push her away

Deanna: I'd never. But you're right, she can be shy sometimes

Callista: Let her know what you're feeling

Deanna: I'll think about it

Callista: We have sleeping bags and spare pillows. Anything else you'll need tonight?

Deanna: Popcorn, we're going to watch a scary movie

Callista: I'll dig the maker out of the cupboard for when you get home

Deanna: Thanks ma

Kelly's friends start to head home and he heads back outside. He has already reached level 10 motor skill but wants to learn to ride his bike so he can cruise around the neighbourhood. The animations seem to suggest he's getting overheated but no moodlets so I keep pushing my luck until he can ride.

Paris: What are we doing here

Deanna: They put water balloons out in summer

Paris: Awesome, what are the rules

Deanna: No rules, pelt until we drop, winner takes all

Paris: All what

Deanna: Glory, now dodge

Paris: I did it! Watch out this cheerleader is gonna get you

Deanna: Fudge that water is cold

Deanna: Oh it is on

Paris: Hit me if you can, my reflexes are fire today

*water balloon sails past Paris*

Deanna: Damn it, I thought this would be easier than football throwing

Paris: You just need practice babe

Deanna: You'll help me practice?

Paris: I'm right here aren't I, just go for it

The next few time the water balloons find their marks and the girls drip puddles. Paris is winding up for her next throw when the grass seems extra slippery and she skids over, catching some air.

Deanna: OMW that was hilarious

Paris: *laughs* my first flight

Deanna: How are you not covered in mud

Paris: No idea I-

Deanna: AH! right in the eye

Paris: Ship babe are you okay

Deanna: Of course, my contacts are still in luckily

Paris: Lets stop or we won't have enough time to get ready

Deanna: Quick selfie

Paris: You know it, now come on

Deanna: Hey slow down

Paris: I'm excited for prom, I can't

Paris: And you're sure you talked to the manager

Callista: Yes. I asked for the foster house manager and told her specifically we were having you for the night

Paris: Thank the watcher, she didn't want me attending prom

Callista: She didn't?

Paris: She thinks I need to learn to stop complaining

Paris: Ready to get- what's that

Deanna: Before we get changed I just wanted to give you something

Paris: What is it

Deanna: You'll have to open it. I want you to see you how I see you tonight, beautiful

Paris: It's gorgeous babe

Deanna: So you'll wear it

Paris: I will proudly wear your corsage like we're a couple from the 50s

Deanna: Up high

Paris: These dresses really do look great

Deanna: We look great

Paris: Your sister is so sweet to buy them for us

Deanna: She knows how much you mean to me

Paris: And how much is that

Deanna: Let's go with a lot

Paris: You mean a lot to me to babe

Deanna: Let's head out

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