#but then the sun was blinding and there was an aura about dream

[pistachiotalenti]

with all the knowledge we have now of dnf's relationship can you imagine the alternate timeline in which they actually went through with marriage for sneaky immigration purposes. can you imagine the frog boiling of it all. the frog boiling !!!!!

[samonroegf]

good teachers create good students

when you, a virgin, have to have a sex scene with hayden christensen, he shows you what a good orgasm can truly feel like, in preparation for your scene together.

costar!hayden christensen x actor!virgin!f!reader, smut, fluff, age gap, dad kink, oral (f receiving), creampie, reader is 19/20ish, hayden is late 30s, dddne?

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you sat nervously in your trailer, reading over the script multiple times. this would be your first time filming a sex scene, cold sweat crawled up your back. trying to keep yourself in a somewhat good mood, you shake your head trying to physically shake away the thoughts.

a knock on your trailer door pulls you out of your brain's endless cycle. walking the few steps to the door, your breath is almost taken from you. hayden christensen, your partner actor, stood mere inches from you.

you would never admit this even being tortured, but truth be told, he was one of the main reasons you choose this role. he was a phenomenal actor, and he was quite pretty to look at. your cheeks burn just thinking about it.

you smiled nicely at the older man, who wore an equal expression.

“hey! what's up?” a cheery expression, as you spoke. you bit your check, hoping it's not too noticeable. your mind was reeling just with having him in front of you. being a kid that grew up on television, you'd always been aware of hayden. he was like that dream man, that you never have a chance with.

“just wanted to come check on you, tomorrow's shooting will be a little grueling. you think you're up for it?” he chuckled, and the sound went straight to your stomach. you just step aside allowing the taller man to enter your small trailer.

he sat in a booth with you by the window, the sun shining like gold on his light hair. you'd hoped you looked equally enchanting.

“honestly,” you dragged out the word, mindlessly scratching your arm where no itch resided.

“i’ve never actually had sex, or like an orgasm so I'm not sure I'll be too good.” his aura just made you want to talk to him, you wanted to curse him for being so inviting. your cheeks warmed again, mentally chiding yourself for telling him this at all.

hayden’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he tried to get it under control. he couldn't understand how you'd never been touched, it's been hell trying to hold back and be professional. you shot him an embarrassed smile and looked out the window.

“i can help you,” he offered, but from the look on his face you were sure he didn't mean to actually say that. a nervous giggle slipped from your lips and now it was your eyebrows that were almost in your hairline.

“oh?” you weren't sure what to say, you weren't even totally sure that this wasn't some fever dream. you pinched your leg under the table just to check, it hurt, this is very real.

he leaned back into the seat, allowing his eyes to gaze over you. you were somewhere between hazy with lust, and feeling totally exposed.

“yeah, you're a cute little thing, helps you and helps me.” it was like he was being possesed by a man touch starved. maybe he was. there was a dark glimmer in his eyes, like a shark right under the water getting ready to attack..

it made you nervous and excited. you couldn't help but squirm under his watchful stare.

“oh, um, that would be great.” you couldn't keep eye contact with him, your gaze dropping down to your fidgeting hands. unsure of what to do next. you hoped you looked more composed then you felt.

you watched hayden as he moved, getting up to lock the door and close the blinds. he would be damned if someone was going to interrupt the two of you. he is thanking whatever god out there that this opportunity was brought to him.

he came back to you, just smiling somewhere between sweet and sinister. his hand comes to hold your cheek, he was so kind and yet you knew that probably wouldn't last long. another excitingly fearful wave passes through you.

you couldn't help but lean into his touch, humming contently. you guys had been here for months working on this film together. you'd become work buddies, always cracking up on set. now you knew there was no way that it would go back to that.

big eyes look up at him, and he has to look away to keep himself in control. there would be time for rough fucking later, he wants you to know how beautiful you are. can't let your first time go to waste.

“c’mere,” he leads you to the bed on the other side of the trailer. the bed was perfectly made, almost makes him want to laugh. you're such a good girl.

you were basically dumb in his presence, something that doesn't go by unnoticed. he loves how flustered he makes you, maybe he shouldn't but it boosts his ego.

you followed his lead to the bed, coming to sit right next to him. you're somewhere between fainting and vomitting, because you're here in bed with hayden christensen and you can't say anything.

“don’t be nervous, doll, I'll be so nice to you. but you gotta talk to me here. i have to have your consent.” he obviously knew you wanted this or you wouldn't have followed him like a lovesick puppy. verbal consent above all else, especially with you being so much younger than him.

“i want this, i actually don't think I've ever wanted anything more.” it sounded more like begging, than a statement. hayden's cock hardened against his pants, and he muttered, “fuck” under his breath. a playful smirk now played at his lips.

“using your words like a good girl,” his voice was so gentle and soft like a love confession, rather than dirty talk. a whine escaped your lips, you'd never been looked at like this, and especially not talked to like this. your body felt like it was on fire, and hayden is the only fire extinguisher for miles.

words aren't needed at this moment, he just helps you lay down. coming to lay beside you, his fingers drifting over your exposed midriff.

“i’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” his words are so soft and gentle, if you didn't know any better you'd think you were in a romance novel.

“please.” you're pleading and he hasn't even touched you yet, the way he's been looking at you makes you feel like there's a million exposed wires replacing your nerves.

“you're gonna be the death of me, baby.” he chuckles lowly and dark, his lips met yours, soft and hard all at once. his kisses are gentle, slowly coaxing open your lips to let his tongue explore your mouth. he groans into the kiss, and it makes you whimper.

your fingers clutch at him, pulling him closer if that were even possible. he can't help but smile into the kiss. you're so needy and innocent, he can't help but think about how sweet you must taste.

he seperates from you, allowing you to catch your breath. you're flushed, and the lust flowing theough you is almost unbearable.

“please, hayden, need.” you're so dumb with want, not a single coherent thought in your head.

“seems little girl needs to learn some patience.” he speaks into your neck, lightly biting and kissing on the skin.

“hayden,” you're whining, your thighs rubbing together on their own accord, trying anything to get some friction, something to alleviate the pain of need.

he kisses down your body, shedding of your outfit, one piece of clothing at a time. his lips enevlope around your nipples, little sighs falling from your lips like prayers. hayden wasn't sure he'd ever grow tired of the sounds.

he moved down, slowly pulling your bottoms down. almost like he was trying to torture you, or at least that's how it makes you feel. in reality, he's trying to savor every inch of creamy skin.

he finally comes face to face with your cunt. if you weren't so lost in his touch, you might've been nervous. however his hungry eyes make you feel wanted, beautiful.

“i just need one favor, baby,” his voice barely above a whisper, like he was afriad of your answer.

“anything, whatever you want, I'm yours.” you breathed out, a sultry tone in your words. you'd never heard yourself sound like that, it almost makes you wanna hide.

he tugs his lip betwen his teeth, just for a second before letting it go.

“call me daddy, okay? think you can do that for me?” you were quick to nod. you were probably going to do it anyway, but something about the way he asked made it so much hotter.

“words, baby.” his voice has a warning tone to it, and you almost wanted to push and see what he'd do. you weren't in a place to be able to do that right now.

“yes, daddy.” your voice shook a little as you spoke, the anxious energy seeping back into your bones.

“good girl,” he kissed your happy trail, all the way down until he was mere inches from your slit.

he licked up a stripe and you were about cry from sense of relief. his tongue slipping around your clit, his touch too much and not enough all at once. you were squirming under him, he tsked you. moving his arms under your thighs to hold you in place.

“let daddy take his time, angel, i promise you'll come soon enough.” his voice was low and you were sure you could come from that alone if he just kept talking.

“sorry,” you're wearing a sheepish smile, hiding your face in your arms. one of his hands coming to bring them down, holding both of your hands in his one.

“don’t hide, i wanna see you.” he's rubbing your knuckles comfortingly. it helps ease some of the tension, your body relaxing.

“there you are, now stay still as you can for me, yeah? and don't you dare hide those little noises from me.” you hum in accordance.

he pays more attention to your pussy now. his tongue dipping in and out of your core, wrapping his lips around your clit. eliciting whines and moans from your ‘o’ shaped lips.

he inserts a single finger, and the combination of his finger thrusting in and out of fo you and his lips attacking clit makes you come undone. shaking and crying as you come, he just looks at you with a smile.

“you look so beautiful,” his voice brings you out of the teance the orgasm sent you in. you give him a playful smile, completely in awe of the man before you.

“can you give me another one? need to fill you up, baby. can you take it?” can you take it? the words echo in your mind, almost like a challenge. you were determined to show him that you could and would take it.

“of course, i can,” you push up on your arms to actually look at him, it makes him smirk at your attitude.

it doesn't take him but a few moments to get undressed, and then he's stretching your walls with his fingers. preparing your hole for his girthy cock.

“daddy, hurry.” you pout, needing to fill him all the way. determination replaced by need.

“do you want it to hurt? cause i can stuff you full, but I don't want to hear any crying.” he's becoming a little impatient with her attitude, the soft, gentle man replaced by a wolf.

the way he spoke, and the look on his face makes you giggle, a giggle that's from the need to keep pushing those buttons.

his left eyebrow arched at your little outburst, “i want to be gentle with you for your first time, but you're making that really hard, doll.” curiosity piqued, you had to see what kind of roughness he'd give you.

“then let go,” you smiled oh-so innocently at him, and he couldn't take it anymore. an almost animalistic growl tears its way from this throat. with a few strokes of his cock, he was pushing into you.

the stretch was deliciously stinging, and you weren't sure if you liked it or not. but getting to see hayden above you, tongue poking out as he does his best to stay still. he's not a monster, he doesn't actually want to hurt you, unless that's what you want. tears streaming down your face. he tsks you again, “what did i say?” his hand comes to wipe away the tears and you lean into his touch once more.

“move, please move,” you're whining, squirming and wiggling. he thought he could get used to this sight, his little girl just needing to be split by his cock.

“what's the magic word?” his tone was playful and teasing, you almost want to bite it out of him.

you thought for a moment, what would probably get the most of a reaction out of him. so still pouting, and now batting your eyelashes at him, “daddy, i need you to ruin me.” your tone was genuine, you needed it and you needed it now.

what little bit of control hayden had left, has dissipated from those seven little words. he's grabbing your hips pulling them up to meet his. fingertips diggin harsh into your flesh, and he pistons in and out of you.

“fuck, doll, you're so tight. your cunt was basically made f’ my cock. taking me so well.” the pain has subsided, and all you can think about is the waves of pleasure being brought you by a man 10 years older than you.

“mm, daddy, so good, so full, love daddy’s cock, love it so much.” you're babbling, dumb and incoherent, unable to think about anything other than his member bullying your insides.

his hips are twitching and you can tell that he's getting close. you slip a hand down to your clit to rub little circles on the bud, but you're almost immediately stopped. one hand, now wrapped around your waist as he fucks into you. the other one holding your wrist, “let me do all the work, princess, just wanna make you feel good.”

his tone was indecipherable, but you nodded dumbly, letting him attack your clit. you can feel your muscles contracting, that familiar knot forming in your stomach.

“gonna come, daddy, gonna come, dad.” you're rambling again and it's making hayden feel sick in the best way possible.

“where you want it, baby?” he's always asking for permission, nose nuzzling into your neck taking in the scent of your sweat.

“inside, please, inside, please. want all of you, please.” he's smiling down at you again, not that you can see, your eyes rolling back in your head as your body begins to convulse.

“gonna fill you up so good, angel.” his hips stutter one last time, and you can feel his cum feeling up your cunt, it just makes you more sensitive.

you both fall to the bed, out of breath and hayden is laughing. if you weren't in such a daze, you'd ask him what was up.

“damn, doll, that's the best sex I've had in a while, you did so good.” he's laying on his side, leaned up. nimble fingers pushing your hair out of your face. mumbling little conpliments as you regain composure.

“well, i think it's safe to say, I'll know exactly what to do tomorrow.” you giggled and he agreed with a hum. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then nose, both cheeks and finallly your lips. soft and scattered kisses pepper across your skin and you giggle at him.

he gets up grabbing a bottle of water and some washrags to clean you up. easily manhandling you to wipe down your whole body from sweat, and gently collecting the cum that's cascading out of you. you wince from sensitively and he apologizes, pressing a kiss to your tummy.

he hands you the water and watches as you down the entire bottle, “i think I'd like to do this again sometime.”

[milswrites]

The Trials of Aphrodite Part One

~ Azriel X Fem!Reader

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Series summary: Hopelessly in love with Elain, Azriel enlists your help in order to win her over. The only problem? You have been in love with Azriel for as long as you have known him.

Chapter summary: With his pitiful attempts of expressing his attraction to Elain leading him nowhere, Azriel decides he needs some help. Who better to ask than his closest friend?

Warnings: Light angst (pining), Azriel’s childhood is mentioned but doesn’t go into detail.

It was no secret that Azriel had always been a lover.

Once the shackles of his tortured childhood had fallen and Azriel was able to taste the sweet release of freedom, his found family had spent years teaching the male what it meant to dream.

They had shown him the sweet blessings that come with loving freely and dreaming wildly. Reassuring the male that his life was his own, promising Azriel that family was made by choices, not by blood. Encouraging him to make his own decisions, build his own friendships, untethered by the control of his merciless relatives.

That's how he had met you. The male having sought to make a connection that wasn't forged for him by the likes of his family. Azriel's selfish desire to have someone all to himself was what drove him to Velaris that day you had met. Confident that despite his past which had been spent in solitude, he would be able to meet an equal-minded person.

It was fate that brought the two of you together. A chance encounter as you collided in the bustling streets of the lively city. Azriel had spent every century since thanking the gods for allowing that meeting to occur - for bringing him you.

The shadowsinger had been drawn to you from the very moment you had stumbled into his unexpecting arms. His shadows flocking to your glowing aura like moths to a flame. You were everything Azriel wasn't. A bright soul, who had grown up in Velaris, nurtured by your loving family. Untouched by the darkness which plagued the male.

Yet it was this difference which set you apart from Azriel's family. This difference which had him craving your presence when his own light had grown a little too dim, needing your warmth and security to encourage the spark to grow in his festering darkness.

You were the perfect antithesis of each other. The sun and moon. Life and death. Day and night. So it was no wonder how it was all to easy for the shadowsinger to love you. To welcome you into his tarnished life, allowing your gentle hands and honeyed voice to soothe over the the jagged scars of his past.

Azriel allowed all his free time to be consumed by you, the days passing by quickly in each other's contented company. And that is why, after centuries of knowing one another, it was no surprise that Azriel knew everything there was to know about you, and you him.

How you were both fortunate enough to have been blessed with the gift of reading each other without a single word needing to be spoken. How it was all too easy for you to notice the way in which Azriel's longing eyes which had one settled on Mor, had now turned their attention to Elain.

All the while yours remained on him.

Azriel may have been a lover, but he was blind to your centuries-old affection for him. His heart and mind always having been stolen by another. First Mor and now Elain. You didn't allow his incessant pining to deter you from your friendship with him. Just like you were Azriel's salvation, he was yours. The deep bond of your friendship had already been tied and you would not allow one silly little crush to sever the tether that tied the two of you together.

It was only one centuries-old crush which you couldn't stamp out no matter how hard you tried.

You were fortunate enough, at least, that Azriel's pining was mainly done in silence. That his hours spent with you weren't marred by him expressing his undying affection for the ladies who captured his attention. It was pure luck, that the man who owned your heart chose to keep his love for another to himself, sparing you from the unbearable pain of hearing about it. Watching his yearning eyes never fail to leave Elain's delicate features whenever the two were in the same room was agony enough.

And so you were content. Resigned to the fact that his unrequited love for you was something you would have to live with if it meant being in Azriel's life. Accepting that you were immeasurably in love with a man who would never feel the same way about you.

It was all too easy then, once you had come to terms with this realization, to fall into your regular routine with the male. To ignore the ceaseless twang of your heartstrings whenever you witnessed his uncontrollable pining for Elain. To pretend that the dreamer inside of you didn't stir up pictures of a day where Azriel would finally notice what's been in front of him the whole time.

Being Azriel's friend was too much of a reward to ruin.

And so when he turned up at your door, face sullen and eyes watering, Elain's name upon his lips, it was impossible to deny him of your comfort. Standing aside to allow your distressed friend to walk inside, Azriel making his way to your sofa before flopping onto the plush cushions, flattening his wings as he laid in misery.

A gruff cry of frustration tore from his throat as you moved to sit in the chair opposite him.

"That bad huh?" you ask meekly, tentative voice failing to represent the tempestuous emotions which were swirling inside your chest at the reason for his visit.

Azriel shot you a flat look, his serious eyes meeting your own anxious ones before he flung his head back in exasperation.

"I actually think I'm destined to remain single forever!" he cried as you uncomfortably shifted in your seat at his statement. You often wondered in his shadows could sense your hidden affection for the male, convinced that they must have some knowledge of your crush on their master as a few of the smoky tendrils made their way over to where you were sat. The dark shadows curling around your legs in comfort, not dissimilar to the way a cat would brush against your ankles.

Azriel, oblivious to his shadows wanderings, continued to vent, "I don't understand how I've been cursed with the inability to speak to females."

"You speak to me alright" you interjected lowly, keeping your eyes locked on the swirling movements of the shadows by your feet out of fear of them betraying your true emotions in relation to the words Azriel had spoken.

"Yes, but you're you," he countered as if it was obvious, shrugging casually as he did so, "But every time I go to speak to Elain it's like the Mother herself is holding my tongue. She's bound to think there's something wrong with me."

"I'm sure she doesn't Az" you reason, doing your best to fill your words with reassurance and comfort. Hoping that if you soothe the male's turbulent thoughts of the woman he may stop speaking about her sooner.

"And then there's Lucien. Why is Lucien always there?" he asked in annoyance, spitting venom upon the mention of the red-haired male's name. You sunk even further into your seat, clearly your well of luck had run dry.

"Why don't you just ask her on a date?" you quietly asked, forcing the dreaded words to spill from your mouth, "She likes you, I'm sure she'll say yes."

His slumped head snapped straight at your words, hazel eyes boring into your own as he began to eagerly question you, "She likes me? You're sure?"

"I mean. . . I guess? I can't say I pay much attention to the women you pine after."

A lie. Having jealously spent numerous hours observing Elain to see if she also feels the same way as your friend does for her. But this was something you'd never mention to Azriel.

"Cassian said I need a wingman," he scoffed at the notion, clearly finding the idea of Cassian trying to do anything romantic unimaginable, "Can you imagine the mess he'd put me in then? He'd probably scare her away. . ."

Azriel trailed off, his hazel eyes clouded over as the male was deep in thought, lightly tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth as he did so. "Your sister," he slowly started to speak, as if afraid that you would judge his next words, "Is she still with that guy you set her up with?"

"Castor? Yeah she's still with him, why?" you ask, heart beating frantically in your chest as you can already see where this conversation is leading. Dreading the shadowsinger's proposition which was already hovering ominously in the air. Fearing the unwelcome appearance of your inability to say no to the male.

"Well you wouldn't mind helping me would you?" he pondered, the thundering echo of your heart now flooding into your ears, "I trust you more than Cassian, I know you'd be able to do this for me."

It was a cruel fate the cauldron had handed you. And cruller still, was the hold that Azriel had over you. The way he had managed to worm his way into your heart and dictate what you do and how you feel.

It was impossible to tear your eyes from his begging hazel ones, unable to ignore the hopeful anticipation which filled them. Hating the uplifting way your heart twinged with pleasure at the trace of a smile lining his soft lips. A smile reserved only for you.

Your mind screamed at you to say no, listing all the reasons why this was a terrible idea, creating numerous scenarios as to how this could all go horribly wrong. Yet it was too late, your traitorous heart had already spoken for you, pouring the words from your lips before your mind could even register that you were the one to have spoken them, "Alright Az, I'll do it. I’ll help you with Elain."

And it was all too easy to pay no mind to the river of dread which coursed through your body. The pain of your fracturing heart failing to be heard due to the numbness which had found it's home in your body and soul. The warming comfort which came along with Azriel's beaming smile was almost strong enough to make you believe that he loved you. Allowing you to confuse his thankful eyes for affectionate ones.

His grateful expression was hypnotic, his gods blessed power was enough to hold your anxieties at bay. Able to convince you that you made the right choice.

That all you needed to be content was to make sure that Azriel was happy with somebody else.

Someone who wasn't you.

Part two

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So This Is Love

pairing: naruto x fem!reader

word count: 2k

summary: he’s more than a war hero, your personal sunshine

warnings: none

Lazy fingers trail over warm skin. Early morning light pours into the bedroom, dancing with the sheer curtains that billow in the breeze. You forgot to shut the window last night, but summer was sneaking up early this year. A soft smile touches your lips as you trace over familiar scars. Naruto sleeps next to you, sheets pooled at his waist and snores slipping from his mouth. The sunlight warms his skin, making him glow. He looks ethereal, your very own god. Pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder his own lips twitch at the feeling.

Your eyes meet sleepy ones when he catches your hand. Lips parting when he brings it up to his mouth, placing light kisses to each of your fingertips. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, fingers tingling. His smile is blinding as he stares at you. Blonde hair, a golden halo around his head and blue eyes you’d surely drown in if you stare too long.

There aren’t many days like these. Where you get him only to yourself. The war may be over, but his dreams are just on the horizon. Naruto turned out to be a very important man and you couldn’t be more proud. Smiling at him you tilt your chin up, eyes meeting his as you gently place your lips against his. You can’t help the head sigh that escapes you when his hand weaves into your hair.

“Good morning.”

“Mhm.”

Naruto laughs when you pull away from him. He loves how easy it is to get you all flustered. Some days treating it like a game, trying to beat his personal best. You roll your eyes, ignoring his grabby hands and make your way to the kitchen. It doesn’t take him long to follow after you.

It’s something about the way he watches you. His eyes devour you from where he sits at the dining table, elbow on the table, chin in hand. He grins at you, his whole aura almost as blinding as the sun peaking out from between the drapes as you bring him a cup of tea. He takes the cup from you, calloused fingers lingering on your own. Eyes trailing as the cup lifts to his lips, and down his throat. Licking your lips at the bob of his adams apple.

“Honey, you’re staring.”

Your eyes meet his. “So?”

A yelp escapes you when hands wrap around your thighs and lift you to the table. You glare at him when your ass collides with the mug, almost tipping it over. Naruto only smirks, leaning in to capture your lips with his. Your stomach clenches, the taste of him and your favorite tea almost drowning you. The feeling of his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your inner thighs, the only thing keeping you afloat. Tipping your head back when his lips leave yours, leaving a burning trail down your neck. The pace is slow, lazy, matching the tone of your morning. Naruto’s thumbs keep rubbing into your skin even as his hands rise higher, finding themselves underneath his shirt you had picked up from the floor earlier.

“You’ve got studying to do, Naru.”

He grumbles against your shoulder. Iruka makes sure to come by every so often while Naruto is on missions. That way you can help keep him updated on how he’s doing with his work. He has to do the work, if he wants to be hokage. He won’t let Kakashi keep the title forever.

“I don’t want to.”

You can’t help but snort at his pouting. “I know, but I can help, yeah?”

You keep your eyes trained on the sketchbook in your lap, attempting not to be conspicuous when you look up to study him every now and then. The idea makes you snort. As if your staring has ever bothered him. You stared so hard when you first met him that you hadn’t heard a thing he said to you for about three minutes. It was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to you, but hey, he thought you were the cutest thing.

Once he figured out you truly weren’t an idiot. It all worked out.

When he looks up at you now and catches you lost in thought as you admire him, his lips tilt up into a teasing grin. You wink at him before looking back down at the book. You’ve drawn him a hundred times before. This one is probably your favorite. Him at home, content with you. Holding the piece back a bit, you study your favorite parts. The gentle way his lashes rest against his cheeks. The slope of his nose. He looks peaceful. Godlike.

“What are you drawing over there, honey?”

You don’t have to look up from the sketchbook to know that his smirk has turned more haughty than before, and when he leans forward a little, you lean back at the same time to keep your sketchbook out of his reach.

He knows you draw him. He’s seen a few of them. He’s seen almost all of your artwork. In fact, he has one of your drawings tattooed on him. He got it while on your honeymoon. You thought he was crazy but he thinks he was being romantic. Whatever. But this one, it feels different. More personal. It’s not him being vulnerable on the page, but you as well.

“Just the garden,” you lie, with a little shrug, looking back out the window for added effect, scrunching your eyes slightly as if to examine it in depth.

“The garden,” he repeats. He doesn’t believe you. Not like he has to. He knows without a doubt you’re lying. “That why you keep looking at me?”

“Maybe I just missed you, ever think of that?” You counter, but it comes out in a harsh whisper, like you're trying not to cry. Closing the sketchbook quickly, you nearly jam your finger in between the pages. His gaze burns over you, taking you in from your averted gaze, hands clenching your sketchbook, your rigged posture, back pressed so hard against the chair, as if purposely trying to keep a distance from him.

“Honey, I’m right here.”

You huff. As if you don’t already know this. As if you haven’t had your eyes on him since you crashed into him in the living room when he walked in last night, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He’d been gone for almost a month. It’s why you couldn’t sleep last night — because he’s home. He’s here and all you want is him close. You want him with you. You want him living inside you where he can’t ever escape; where the thought of losing him is only a nightmare. Your eyes have gone misty, something you can’t hide when you glance up at him when you feel a finger lazily drag up your arm. You raise your brows trying to feign innocence as you place the sketchbook on the other side of you. He could easily reach it if he wanted to, you’d have no chance at keeping it from him, but it seems that he can sense the anxiety radiating off of you. Naruto’s smirk falls into something softer, gentler. Something you’ve only seen a handful of times — something that he saves just for you.

“Dance with me.”

You hesitate for a small second. “What?”

His eyes brighten as he pulls himself up into a sitting position. He grabs your phone that’s sitting on the coffee table and raises the volume. Suddenly, it’s two years ago, the beginning of June and you’re standing in the middle of a crowd — all of your loved ones there to celebrate the two of you. The song tugs on your heartstrings more than it ever has before. Naruto’s eyes slightly crinkle with his smile.

“Dance with me.” he says softly as he extends his hand out for you to take.

Without much effort you're in his arms, swaying to the song that played during your first dance as a married couple. You can’t seem to stop the tears that fall from your eyes. You aren’t sad, but this feels like a lot. He’s got you wrapped up in him. One arm wrapped around your waist holding you to him, while the other is cradling your head, fingers weaved through your hair. Your head rests on his shoulder, hands tight around his waist, both of you lost in each other, in the magic of the radiant sun, the silence of the early afternoon.

“Do you regret marrying me?” Naruto whispers in your ear.

“No.”

“You’d choose this life again?”

“I’d choose you every time no matter what it meant. I can deal with this, Naru, as long as I get you back every time. Every time.”

His eyes rest heavy on you, and your pulse starts to race when the soft light in his eyes slightly darkens into something else. His gaze lingers on your lips long enough for you to tilt your chin up, bringing your mouth closer to his, and when his lips realign to that familiar smirk you know, like always, he’s more aware of the effect he has on you than he should be. Maybe you should be embarrassed by that, but it makes things easy. You never have to ask, he just knows. Like how you’re standing here with the electric hum of excited energy flooding your veins already, desperately waiting to feel his mouth on yours. He lowers his head slowly, eyeing you with a playful gleam telling you that he’s teasing you — that he knows his slow pace is driving you crazy. But it doesn’t last long, the moment you run your tongue along your bottom lip, his playful attitude breaks, and his lips collide with yours. You pull him closer as his hand slips down to grab at your thigh. Without much thought you jump, wrapping your legs around him as he carries you back to your bedroom.

With Naruto, kisses are more than just feeling his lips against yours. It’s his calloused fingers slowly brushing the inside of your thighs, in a slow teasing motion, that drives you crazy until you're grinding against him. Desperate for him to touch you, really touch you. It’s the taste of his spearmint tongue brushing against your own, sending white-hot jolts of pleasure straight down to your core. It’s the smell of him — intoxicating, mouthwatering, enough to make you weak at the knees. But more than anything, it’s the sound of him — of the deep exhales when your fingers dip into the band of his pajama pants to tease him, the throaty groan when you grind your hips down into his, the position of you resting over him on your bed one of power, one he gives only you. It’s the surprised laugh that echoes from him whenever you nibble on his bottom lip or pull away to catch your breath.

Your seconds away from doing that when he breaks away from the kiss, grinning up at you like he knows you weren’t breathing. He probably does. The man knows you like the back of his hand from the moment you met. Naruto only shakes his head, a soft laugh pouring out of him, his thumb running along your cheekbone. He’s looking up at you like you hung the stars and the moon. But that can’t be right, can it? Not when he’s magic, a myth. Something you can’t really phantom. A god in your bed, carved marble under your fingertips. He is the earth and you, it’s lone moon, never far and always following closely behind.

There’s more studying to be done. Another mission that’ll take him away for who knows how long. But in a world of peace, for now, you’re willing to share him. Willing to be placed to the side so he can conquer his dreams. Willing to do anything and everything to help him.

His finger taps your nose, causing you to scrunch it. He grins down at you before bumping his nose against yours. “You’re everything.” He says it so softly, as if mirroring your thoughts. Assuring you in a way that baffles you always. How does he know? But that’s the magic of him, you think.

This is love, on a Sunday morning.

[rochenn]

really intrigued the theoretical possibilities of "gay sit" but too rabid over your dooku not to ask about "dooku x2"

YESSS thank you!!

that's the file name of a fic called "matters of consequence" in which dooku, sometime after qui-gon's knighting, time travels forward into the clone wars, meaning that he now exists in a reality where can look his old corrupted self in the eye and also be absolutely crushed by the things he will do/has already done.

he also gets to hang out with his lineage and crawl through trenches. good times all around!

snippet of the opening chapter under the cut ->

———

Feeling lost was a curious thing.

It wasn't a state of being Dooku had often been confronted with in his forty-odd years of life. Ire, pride, ambition: those were feelings he could process, coming to him as easily as they were dismissed again.

The clink of crude pottery—a clay cup he had known since childhood—mixed with the rattle of high-security handcuffs. The cup's contents warmed his palms, the hassock beneath him soft just like his memory of it. The cuffs, however, weighed heavier than they looked. He pretended they didn't chafe his pride more than his wrists when he drank from the cup, in part to find comfort in a familiar taste, but mostly to hide. Control eluded him.

"I recall, Master," he finally managed, "one of the first things you taught me being that it is rude to stare." His voice came out terse, and it was justified. He glared pointedly into the empty space between Yoda and Mace who had both been silently regarding him for minutes that stretched like hours. He didn't care to admit how much it unnerved him.

"You didn't resist." Mace made no pretense of acknowledging his words. "Why?"

Dooku swallowed a grimace and took another sip, unable to savor the tea's candid sweetness as the Force stretched taut and wary through the room. Light fell past half-shut blinds and painted glowing bars onto the walls, as though sun itself were inclined towards horrible metaphors. This, he was certain, was an interrogation.

"Why?" Indignation, too, came to him easily. "Why is it that when I walk these halls, you pull me away," like he wasn't supposed to be there, "you practically arrest me," like some sort of criminal, and he let the cuffs rattle for emphasis, "and subsequently lock me in this chamber for no apparent reason whatsoever?"

This was all a dream, he figured. It had to be. Mace and Yoda had aged by decades. The Force's river ran polluted and vile here, nearly unrecognizable.

"Again," Mace said, and his old face was hewn from stone, "are you aware of who you are?"

"I have answered this question more than once. I cannot fathom why you should ask at all."

A wisp of Yoda's misty aura brushed against his own and Dooku had to keep himself from reaching for it. Instead, he telegraphed his displeasure through their mangled bond. If his old Master wanted to reassure him, he could well enough open his mouth to do so.

[gatzbright]

[october] one year of togetherness.

@/dreamsecretclub: dteam Christmas won’t be happening unfortunately, thought I’d say before that way Christmas can still be great :) totally out of our control unfortunately, can’t wait for the future still :)) 2022 incoming ♥️♥️

Dream: I'm gonna expose George's feelings on his behalf ... He was just saying, he was like, 'I think I'm depressed', and we were like 'What do you mean?' and he was like, 'I don't know. I don't do anything, and no one's here, and I just wanna come to the US'. And Sapnap was like, 'Well, what if I came to the UK?' and George was like, 'You should'. And then Sapnap went and filed for his passport the next day.

Dream: Because George hasn't got his visa yet, Sapnap's going to the UK. Sapnap: Fine. I'll go. [Dream Team laughs] Dream: So, unfortunately, Sapnap's getting the first George hug. [George Laughs] Sapnap: I'm getting the first George hug.

Dream: I feel like if George isn't here by, like—I wanna be like, 'Well, next month'. I feel like if George isn't here by September, my like, mental health will take a dive. Massively. And that sounds like, fucked, but it's one-hundred percent true.

Dream: You will see the fact that George, um—George's reaction to seeing me ... We said when he got his visa he could FaceTime me, so, stuck to the plan. Not saying anymore because you have to wait for the meetup video.

Dream: You sure you don't want to wait to see me in person? George: I'm ready. I've got my camera set up—I'm all ready to go! Dream: I guess I just, I wasn't expecting this. I'm gonna go look in a mirror and make sure I don't look like trash. I'll be right back! George: [laughs] Okay ... Oh my god.

George: After years of waiting, I was finally going to America.

Sapnap: Dream? Dream: Yeah? Sapnap: Clay? Dream: Oh god. Sapnap: I brought him. He's here. You excited? Dream: I am ... very nervous. Sapnap: Nervous but excited. Dream: I'm nervous, but I'm excited! I'm doing excited hops. Sapnap: It's a big day—an exciting day! ... Take your time. This is big stuff. He's going to be living here forever.

@/GeorgeNotFound: Just met Dream!! :)

“This doesn’t even feel real,” George says in the video — a sentiment he reiterates to Variety when asked about how he felt in the moment. “The sun was directly behind him, and it was blinding me, and he had an aura about him.” 

George: It's so bright, I can't even see you. You're like a—you're like a god with the sun behind you!

George: I guess I gotta go get my bags in, and time to live in the Dream House. Dream: The Dream Team House!

@/GeorgeNotFound: why didnt you post the one where you actually kissed me?

dream @/dreamwastaken: just felt better leaving things up for larger interpretation

George: Look it's Dream, and Sapnap. It's all of us!

Dream: [softly to George] Rise and shine. We're home.

Hypnotised, Delta Goodrem | Dream's secret George photos in smile hoodie, Deleted @/dreamwastaken Tweet | Dream Priv Tweet,@/dreamsecretclub | The Collector, John Fowles | Dream Team Minecraft Skins | Dream Discord Podcast, Dream Merch Server | Our first selfie :], @/GeorgeNotFound Tweet | Sapnap Tiktok with George, @/Sapnapvids | Fortnite w/Dream and George, SapnapAlt VOD | Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett [Used Many Times] |  You Laugh You Lose With George, Sapnap VOD | Dream Discord Podcast, Dream Merch Server | The Trial, Franz Kafka | George Visa Tweet, @/GeorgeNotFound | Dream Twitter Space, @/dreamwastaken | October Passed Me By, girl in red | George Visa Selfie, @/GeorgeNotFound | I Met Dream In Real Life, GeorgeNotFound [Used Many Times] | There It Goes, Maisie Peters | Dandelion Wine, Gregory Alan Isakov | Electric Touch (feat. Fall Out Boy) (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault), Taylor Swift | Coastline, Hollow Coves | George Tweet, @/GeorgeNotFound | Dream and George Interview, Rachel Seo, Variety | Dream Deleted Tweet Photos, @/Dream | George Tweet Reply,@/GeorgeNotFound | Dreamland, Glass Animals | Photograph of Dream and George during the Foodbeast's Panel at Twitchcon San Diego, @/itsjusttai_ | Dream Team Christmas – Baking Cookies, Sapnap VOD | fallingforyou, The 1975 | Dream Team Christmas – Gingerbread Houses, GeorgeNotFound VOD | Dream Tweet Reply, @/dreamwastaken | It's Not Living (If It's Not With You), The 1975 | just got back from hospital..., GeorgeNotFound VOD | Home, Gabrielle Aplin | Dream and George on set: Everest – Dream & Yung Gravy BEHIND THE SCENES, Dream Music | Dream Snapchat Video, @/Dream | Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

[woonhakist]

linger

synopsis — being wrapped around dongmin’s finger had a price, one you never thought you’d have to pay.

pairing — situationship!han dongmin x gn!reader

genre — angst

warnings — cheating-ish, taesan is a jerk, reader is somewhat ‘blinded by love’ (until they aren’t)

word count — 2.2k

notes — this was inspired by linger by the cranberries ! hope you guys enjoy <3 (i also listened to all too well 10 min version a majority of the time i wrote this so thats also a half-decent alternative)

the magnetic force that pulled you towards dongmin was inexplicable. there was something that both your heart and mind couldn’t resist—something that made him so alluring. it was as if all of the desire in the world was concentrated within the cells of his skin; even a mere brush against him harnessed the ability to spread his beautiful poison.

akin to most others, you couldn’t resist the temptation of beauty, even if it was tainted. once you’d pricked your finger on the venomous spindle, you fell into an everlasting slumber; one that took on the form of han dongmin.

your days resembled a night’s dream by virtue of dongmin’s new presence in your life. his aura exuded tranquility, and it seeped into your own. still moments were common with him, which led you to what you felt was a well-needed state of peace. you had thought that he symbolized what was constantly missing from your life: grounding.

in your eyes, he was nothing short of shade that shielded you from the blistering heat of a summer day. he reeled you back in when you’d float too high, forbidding you from suffocating in the fog of the clouds. he protected you from your own flame, preventing it from growing too big. he had provided a piece of himself that you never had yourself.

although he completed your puzzle, you had not the slightest idea of if you completed his. while all of your barriers were broken, his were built with the strongest steel. beyond the shield of his smile was something you couldn’t fathom, something out of your bounds.

even if the unknown tore you apart, everything within your reach was more than enough. he’d always put you back together with the kiss of his lips, and keep you whole with the intertwining of his fingers with yours. ignorance had brought you bliss, serving it to you on a gold-plated platter.

for all of everything intimate about you and dongmin, there wasn’t a label that you could plaster onto the two of you. there was nothing stronger than ‘we’ or ‘us’ that could define you. you teetered between ‘something’ and ‘nothing’, and you hoped for nothing more than to be something.

something was a craving that you couldn’t satisfy. something kept you up at night, and it occupied every one of your dreams, whether it be under the sun or moon. something was what carried you to the same park you and dongmin had met at, strolling in your lonesome on the same rock path two seasons later.

you were there in early spring, minutes before you and dongmin had met. you were walking through the path for a much different reason then, unaware of the meaning it’d hold months later.

you had found a wooden bench, putting your walk on pause as you sat down. you listened to the sounds of spring; the songs of birds, the march breeze, the families enjoying the day, and the crunch of the rocks becoming louder as someone had made their way towards you.

the moment you had turned your head to look was when your whole world shifted without you knowing. it was then that dongmin had made his very first appearance out of many in your life, and flashed you a very first smile in the same manner.

now, more than half a year later, it was you who was smiling at the memory. you stared down at the rock path, now covered in the warm autumn leaves. the sound of the crunch beneath your feet was different, each step leaving behind crushed leaves instead of dirtied rocks. everything had changed over the seasons, but the picture-perfect visual had stayed the same.

as you neared the bench you held close to your heart, your spirits lowered as you spotted a couple seated on it. they had their hands entwined, and you could hear them laughing together. you felt an envious pang in your chest, wanting nothing more than to be there with dongmin.

your steps became lighter, the couple’s conversation gradually becoming clearer. your face grew pale as you slowly came to a horrifying realization: you could recognize the boy’s voice anywhere—it was the same voice that belonged to the same boy you were there because of, the same voice that charmed you on that same bench months ago.

even with your silent begs for it to not be true, your heart dropped as his face came into view. dongmin was there, sat on the very bench your story had begun on, but with another girl; one that wasn’t—and would never be—you.

in that moment, your whole world shifted again, but you could feel it this time. you could feel your heart get crushed in the same way the leaves did, and you could feel your whole body go cold in the same way the autumn air was.

you felt heavy, heavy in a way that weighed you down both mentally and physically. your sorrow surpassed your feelings of envy by tenfold, and your feet felt too sunken into the ground to move. you weren’t nearly strong enough to, yet you were forced to carry the sudden baggage of everything that their simple gesture held.

that simple gesture that held the whole universe to you was so easily thrown out the window. what you knew now broke you, and what used to keep you whole was the culprit. knowledge brought you grief, serving it to you on a rusted platter.

too close to turn back and mind too clouded to think straight, you brought yourself up to dongmin. in the same way you had turned to him in spring, he turned to you now, expression unreadable.

everything felt all too familiar, and it scared you. it felt like a sick, twisted repeat of your meeting in march, and you didn’t know what you did to deserve it. you swore that you didn’t do anything to hurt him, yet he walked all over you as if you were the rock path.

“dongmin?” the vulnerability in your voice was clear, but his expression wasn’t.

dongmin sighed, and looked at the girl next to him. she was perplexed but compliant when dongmin slipped his hand out of hers, standing up. “i’ll be right back.”

as soon as he stood, he signaled you to follow him before walking off. you quickly began to trudge after him, guilt rising inside of you. you fiddled with your fingers, now regretting your confrontation.

dongmin led you far enough to where the bench was still in sight, but the abandoned girl wouldn’t be able to hear your conversation. as soon as he stopped, he turned to you, expression blank.

“what?” he stared you down, running a hand through his hair. when you didn’t say anything, he crossed his arms. “what’s the problem?”

you were just as dumbfounded as that girl; you thought it was clear as day why you were upset. “why—why were you holding her hand?”

he deadpanned. “i still don’t get it. why is that a problem?” his voice was painfully monotone, and for the first time, there was nothing beyond the surface.

he wasn’t upset with you, and that only pained you more. he didn’t care one bit, and that displayed just how little everything meant to him. even if he didn’t give it a second thought, you were still in so deep. even now, all you wanted was to be with him.

“because we’re a thing! we’re—” you stopped yourself short, realizing your mistake. you rewound to the sole reason you went to the park, the blood draining out of your face.

something; the one thing you never got from him. the one thing you endlessly longed for, but never came to fruition. your relationship with dongmin was the one bud that never blossomed back in spring, remaining dormant for months as if it were frozen in time.

the day you met dongmin was the closest to something you had ever gotten from him, and you were desperate to just feel as if you had it. you knew you’d never have it in your grasp, but even just the touch of your fingertips would be enough. instead of that, you were forced upon the truth; something that you never knew you’d face.

dongmin quirked an eyebrow. “we were never a thing,” he smiled at you, but it didn’t hold the same meaning it usually did. rather than comforting, it was mocking. for once, he resembled the dark surrounding the light; not the other way around.

all you could do was stand there, eyes slowly welling with tears. you hated that you were such a fool for him, almost as much as you hated how you were such a fool for the idea of being with him.

“god, don’t cry,” he sighed, throwing his head back lazily. “we’re nothing now, and we were nothing before. you never said it was a problem, so what do you even want?”

“you! i just want you!” your voice broke as your tears began to flow, emotions letting loose. “i always did, and i still do!”

“well, you have me—”

“obviously not, because if i did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now!” you were near yelling, but you couldn’t care less if people could hear. dongmin was the only problem you cared about, and you wanted to fight to solve him.

silence hung in the air, and everything felt frozen. the only thing that moved was dongmin’s chest, rising up then down while he breathed, each breath deeper than the last. even now, your moments with dongmin were still, except you felt all but at peace.

“this is insane—you’re insane,” dongmin breathed out, looking away so his face was against the breeze. “this seriously doesn’t matter, so get over it. talk to me when you’ve come to your senses.”

you and the silence broke all the same, rending further as he walked past you. his footsteps rang in your ears, and they were louder than anything you’ve ever heard. his departure was deafening, and your puddles of tears were blinding.

you felt suffocated, more by the loss of dongmin than the loss of your senses. he was everything to you, and you lost him over something. you were as upset at yourself as you were at him; you wondered how you could be so mindless. you thought nothing could go wrong, but in the end, everything did.

you didn’t know if anything was ever right in the first place. everything that felt off about dongmin gradually began to make sense, and the puzzle pieces reconfigured into a different picture, uglier than it’d ever been.

everything you couldn’t fathom about dongmin didn’t exist. every barrier he had built was translucent, and beyond it was nothing. every smile he gave you didn’t mean anything, since everything behind it was nothing. the previously unknown was nothing, because that was what you truly meant to him.

he ripped a chunk out of you that you’d never get back, leaving it to be nothing. nothing was what was left of your heart; what once beat was broken by the boy it thrived for. nothing would be a taunt; a constant reminder that that was what you were to dongmin all along.

in reality, he was nothing short of the one rain cloud on a perfectly sunny day. he cut your wings, forbidding you from leaving the ground he cursed. he extinguished your flame, making it nearly impossible to reignite it. the piece of himself he provided to you before was now a parasite, intoxicating you from the inside out.

even in your sorrow-drunk daze, you knew that you had woken up from the dream that was too good to be. you escaped the everlasting slumber, and the spell was finally broken. although, your cure wasn’t a fairytale’s true love’s kiss; it was something of the opposite nature.

dongmin’s ‘beautiful’ poison had finally caught up to you, and it was less pretty than you’d thought it was. even so, you still couldn’t resist the temptation, even if he was irreversibly tainted. you wished for just one more look at your nightmare disguised as a daydream, so you made it come true.

you turned around, and your tear-blurred eyes trained on dongmin like it was a second nature. as if it were a third, you focused on his hand, intertwined with another. you didn’t have to question who it was, as the answer came as a fourth. you could almost ignore the feeling of your heart break at the thought, as it’d broken enough times for it to be a first nature.

you felt all but wanted, and in its place was the burning pain of feeling used. beyond your pain was everything that you couldn’t get rid of, including dongmin’s strong presence in your heart. you were still wrapped around his finger, despite the scars you’d always have to carry because of him. you knew that—even though there was nothing left—something would always linger.

© woonhakist 2023

[lix88888]

Flowers

It was Ink's idea, because if course it was. Dream thought it was terribly endearing of him, to always propose little ways to show their love. The three of them couldn't go a week without the artist putting an arm on their shoulders and going "Hey, wouldn't it be nice if..."

This was one of his cutest to date, though. Dream sighed happily as he reached Ink's house (they had moved in together a few weeks ago, but Dream still felt hesitant to call it theirs), gently knocking and then opening the door.

Blue and Ink were already there, Ink bouncing off the wall in excitement while Blue watched him with fond amusement as he sat at the living room table. There was an empty vase on it, and given the rainbow splashes Ink was the one who made it.

"Dreamy!" he shouted, coming closer and hugging him, then pecking him on the cheek and pulling him to the table by his hand.

"Come on come on come on!" his pupils were a pink heart and a star "I can't wait anymore!"

Blue, meanwhile, had already pulled out a chair for him. "Ink, let him breathe!" he said with a laugh "We're all excited!" "I know, I know! It's just that- Ah, I just want to see all of the flowers!"

Dream sat down, grabbing Blue's hand while not letting go of Ink's, and laying a kiss on each. Yes, Ink had been the one to suggest the idea, but Dream and Blue too had quickly been taken by it: each of them had to gift a bouquet of flower to one of the others, using flower language as a guide, and then the three different flower arrangements would be put together. A nice, sweet symbolism.

"I know I came last, but can I start?" Dream asked. He was very proud of his choice of flower. "Sure!" Ink shouted "But only if I'm next!" "I don't mind being last." "Perfect!"

Dream opened his inventory and brought out a bouquet of irises: the flowers were a vibrant baby blue, the same shade as Blue's eyes, and offered it to him.

"For you, Blue, irises" he said, watching as his lover held the bouquet and gently hugged it to his chest "They represent faith, trust, wisdom, hope, and valor. All things I see in you every day, and that you inspire in people, and that I love about you."

By the time he was finished, Blue's cheek were colored a very pretty azure shade, only eclipsed by his blinding smile and his overwhelmingly joyful aura. "Oh Dream, this is so sweet..."

There was a couple of seconds of silence, then Ink said: "Well, I fell kinda dumb now." The Protector took out his own bouquet from his inventory and gave it to Dream, his pupils a yellow star and a green square "These are yellow tulips: they mean sunshine in your smile. I thought they were kinda neat, given that you're... well, you're like the sun. And yellow, like happiness."

Now it was Dream's turn to blush. Despite Ink's claim, his simple reasoning was not at all bland or unoriginal. Though... "Let me guess" Dream said with a giggle "you thought of this flower first, and the idea later."

Ink's amused shrug was the only answer Dream needed. Then, he gasped and turned to Blue.

"Now it's my turn! What are my flowers?!"

Blue delicately set down his irises, then grabbed a pink bouquet from his inventory and offered it to Ink, his aura composed in equal part of love and thoughtfulness.

"These" he said, putting his hands over Ink's own "are pink carnations: it means I'll never forget you."

And oh, Ink's face was indescribable: there was so much emotion in those pupils, going through so many shapes and colors.

"Wow... thanks." "Now" Blue said "The best part."

He grabbed his bouquet back, removing the paper around it and raising it at chest height. Dream and Ink followed suit, and then the three of them put all of the flowers together in the vase.

The blue, the yellow and the pink complimented each other so well.

@starsanspolyweek

[officialdaydreamer00]

Child Of Wisdom, Legacy of the Dreams

irene lore, twst x pjo

in which the prefect has kept a secret from her friends, a rather godly one, to say.

character: irene lovejoy (aka the prefect), grim, ace, deuce

content: mentions of greek mythology and its questionable lore, monster attacks, weapons. it's PJO what did you expect

to ace and deuce, the prefect was a mysterious person.

it was not the fact that her being a girl enrolled and was studying at NRC, a all-boys private college. no, it was because there was just something that never made sense about her.

for starters, she had this aura around her that made everyone, especially those who interacted with her feel a strange sense of inferiority, as if she wasn't entirely human. no one could ever put a finger on it, however.

her appearance initially, when she revealed herself during the welcoming ceremony caught them off guard. she was tall, taller than both of them by a couple centimetres, and rather athletic-looking. she had a light tan complexion which glinted nicely in the sun. her hair was ink black with a single streak of white framing the left side of her face. at first, they thought it was dyed as a fashion choice, but when they asked her about it, the prefect only smiled albeit grimly, shaking her head and left.

deuce didn't know if his eyes had problems, and he was sure as hell he didn't. sometimes when he stared at the prefect's eyes for long enough, he swore he saw the sea green slowly bleed into a startling shade of grey, like storm clouds rumbling in the rain. pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she was analysing the best way to overthrow headmaster crowley and make professor crewel the new one. when he blinked, however, they were the same shade of sea green he was familiar with.

ace didn't know how the prefect did it, but she had somehow renovated ramshackle dorm into what seemed to be a pantheon by the time school's festival and the vdc approached. everyone was pleasantly surprised to see the simple yet intricate designs of the marble walls and the detailed paintings on the ceilings, and the marvellous library filled to the brim with books in english and a language they didn't recognise. housewarden vil commended her creative mind and efforts nonetheless.

the prefect was indeed an unsolved mystery. she was seen with owls surrounding her serene laughing figure, as she treated each one with such care that could only rival jade leech's obsession with mushrooms and nature. she sacrificed the best part of her dinner to the hearth that always burn brightly in ramshackle's living room. and someone swore they saw her with a bronze sword running into the forests, and leaving with golden dust clung to her uniform, but they could never provide any evidence afterwards. it was as if someone put blinds over their eyes, preventing them from seeing the truth.

that was what ace and deuce got from their observation. it didn't make much sense to them, but they wouldn't want to pry, no matter how curious they were. they trusted the prefect, and she trusted them. she would tell them one day, right?

... right?

it was just another day affter school. ace and deuce accompanied the prefect and grim back to ramshackle when a loud rustle coming from their right. the sudden sound made the group jumped.

"what was that?" ace exclaimed, clutching the fabric near his chest.

"myahh, probably just some animals sniffin' around the place." grim grumbled, snuggling into the prefect's hold.

the prefect, however, froze. she felt a shiver running down her spine as her eyes darted around in alarm. that, of course, didn't escape the eyes of the two students walking beside her.

"prefect? is something wrong?" deuce asked, concerned for his friend as he looked around as well. "what is it that makes you like... that?"

she didn't answer. shoving grim into deuce's arms, to which the cat monster yowled indignantly, her eyes locked on the direction of the sound. her hand moving to her earring, which was an odd looking, pointy silver cross.

"ace, deuce." they heard. there was a serious look on her face, which was rather strange to see. "take grim back to ramshackle, and stay there until i come back."

"wait, what-" their question were promptly cut off. "and do not, follow me. i mean it." she said, pointing her finger at them. then she sighed, her serious face turned weary.

"i know you have a lot of questions, but save it until i come back. i'll tell you everything when i do."

and at that, the prefect bolted straight into the forest, tugging the earring off of her ear, leaving behind a baffled trio who stared at her silhouette until she disappeared. ace and deuce shared a single look, a nod in silent agreement, and then they ran.

not to ramshackle, however, but after her.

metals clashing. sounds of people shouting in a different language. faint yet distinct thumping of boots that their prefect always wore. they all led the two to a clearer part of the forest behind ramshackle dorm.

there, they saw the prefect holding a baseball bat, swinging it at a bald middle aged man in a trench coat. she had a cold glare fixated on the weird man, and continued to try and strike him down.

the man, on the other hand, they had a feeling that this man was anything but normal. probably because his figure was constantly flickering from a bald man to a guy with long brown mane for hair. or it could be that he had a sinister look on his face as he jumped around the place, trying to tackle her.

the prefect, now sported a feral grin on her face, skidded below the man and swung her bat. a sickeningly loud "shwing!!" echoed all over the woods, and with that, ace and deuce finally saw the real being behind the flicker.

it was a horrifyingly giant monster, with the face of a man, the body of a lion and the tail of a scorpion, which was sliced off clean. it roared in pain and anger, and once again tried to pin her down with its oversized paws.

the prefect moved into another stance. in her hand was, to their surprise, not a baseball bat, but a three foot long sword with a bronze sheen, shimmering whenever the light hit it. she skillfully dodged the monster's attacks, and with all her might, she swung the sword at its neck.

the monster let out a final roar, before it exploded into golden dust, clinging to the prefect's uniform. the two could hear her muttering something in that same language they heard her speaking a while ago, before shrinking the sword back into the earring, clipping it back on her ears.

she scanned the area one more time and let out a silent sigh, she began her walk back to ramshackle. ace and deuce decided to run back before she realised they saw all that. sure, they have several... thousand questions, but it would be for another day. right now, they decided to keep it a secret, until the prefect told them herself.

god, what have they gotten themselves into?

the long awaited lore!! my brain hurt for waking up so early to finish this one lmao, so it's a bit rushed at the end oof

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[sethcertified]

「 SCREAM FOR YOU ! 」 . . . 📂 07

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

wrd count : 2.7k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . [name] breaksdown in stu’s arms

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

The sun was bright. To the point it would've blinded me if it wasn't for the giant of a man in-front of me. I thanked the universe for making Stu so tall. It was useful in moments like these.

The two of us had walked around the winding, sidewalk path as we waited for Billy. He had instructed both of us previously to wait to meet him at the video store. As of right now, we were doing the waiting part which was no fun. even with Stu which says a lot, in my opinion.

My impatience was killing me. Questions were sprouting in my mind every passing second. Why the video store? What did he want to talk about? Was it about the party? Was it about me? And that was just the least of my vast amount of questions.

I dug my foot into the heel of my shoe as I yawned, "What's even taking Billy sooo long?"

"Patience, baby. Patience." Stu taunted at me.

"Suck my dick, Stuart."

Stu craned his head back as he laughed at my words. His laugh made a small chuckle escape past my lips.

He turned to me as he clutched my hands in his. The action made my hands tingle. I've had my dreams about holding hands with Stu Macher, but for it to happen, even for just a minute, was sending me into a frenzy.

He sent me a million dollar winning smile, "Guess."

I raised my brows at Stu. If he wanted me to guess, then I would guess, but I was determined to get it right. I wasn't sure why we were going there with the new aura of mysteriousness surrounding Stu and Billy that made me unsure of everything I once knew of the two. I mean, if they had asked me in the past, I would've known why; to get horror movies but now? The only inkling I could have of what it could possibly be for is murder.

"To get a movie?"

"Bingo!"

A smile etched itself onto my face, "Wait, really?"

"Yeah, we're getting Halloween for my party tomorrow." Stu swung me around as he let out small chortles of laughter. My disbelief was overwhelming. There was no way this wasn't linked to their murders, "And nothing else?"

Stu shot me a hesitant look, but didn't say anything. I guess, I had to wait to see what the video store meeting was about since Stu had informed me we had to wait since Billy had some 'business' to finish. I had my suspicions about this 'business,' knowing that Billy was a homicidal psycho, but I refused to let that get in the way of my time with Stu. I needed answers from him that, I know for a fact, Billy would never let me in on. Not to mention, despite him also being a homicidal psycho, I still liked him.

Pathetic, I know, but if you had a tall, funny, extremely handsome guy in your grasp would you care if he happened to dabble in murder?

I for one didn't. Okay, that's a lie. I did. But at that moment, I didn't. I was far too distracted by Stu's courtship to care about his blood-drenched hands.

Stu pulled me aside as the two of us walked into a grassy field. Small remnants of the old, wooden park still rested among the tall, dead grass. The shot sent my brain into a movie of flashbacks. Memories of little kids playing in the now-demolished park flickered in the abyss of my mind. The park was gone, and the grass dead, but the memories of my childhood caused me to overlook the destruction.

Memories of playing tag with the other kids. Hitting and running from each other as we yipped with joy. Running to the monkey bar to see two boys about my age. Memories of helping the scared, blonde boy from the top of the monkey bars as the smaller, brunette boy yelled at him to stop being a wimp. Climbing up there with him until he jumped down. Memories of introducing myself to the two boys before we ran away to play. Memories of going home that same very day with two new friends.

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher.

My recollection was interrupted by Stu yanking my arm down with him as he fell back into the grass. My body stumbled over onto his, falling onto his chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating the pain of tumbling into a body to come, yet it never came.

"Hey, [Name], woohoo!" Stu whispered in my ear. The raspiness laced in his voice made my knees weak. I opened my eyes to see Stu's face just in front of mine. The sun made his hair look fluffier, and it shone brighter than ever. He was angelic.

"Remember this place?"

His bright, blue eyes connected with mine, and I turned to look away trying to avoid him seeing the love-struck look in my eyes. Eye contact with Stu was intense, it always has been, and with my feelings in such turmoil, I doubt that looking into his eyes would've been any help.

"Yeah, I do. It's too bad they tore this place apart." I said.

"Yeah, it sucks. We had so many memories here."

"Memories of you getting stuck on the monkey bars." I snarked.

Stu flopped his head back into the grass, "Hey! That was a low blow."

I blew my tongue at him, "Bite me, Macher."

Stu grabbed my neck and tore me down with him. A small scream left my throat as Stu pretended to bite my arm. My chest heaved as I tried to fight off Stu. We tossed and turned in the grass; dirtying our clothes.

"Uncle! Uncle!" I screamed.

Stu finally stopped his motions, and I took the opportunity to catch my breath. Small coughs left my gaping mouth. Stu was just watching me struggle to ease up.

I finally was able to return to my normal state. Stu was still looking at me with a look I couldn't quite place.

"What?" I asked.

"You look beautiful." Stu rasped to me.

I froze at his words. The look in his eyes held a depth I was afraid to explore. The genuineness laced in his voice added to that was enough to scare me away. Stu sensed that. He reached his hand to cup my cheek, "Is something wrong."

You murdered Casey Becker and Steve. I like you. You might murder me. Billy might murder me. Billy is.., God, I can't even get into Billy right now. I like- no I love you. Billy is infecting me with his presence. I might love Billy. I can't love Billy. I can't love you. Why do both guys I have feelings for have to be murderers?

That's what's wrong.

I kept my mouth shut, and my thoughts to myself. Stu was begging me to speak; however, with the want in his eyes. His want to know me. To know what's wrong.

"Nothing, I'm just tired." I lied.

I felt Stu move around as he repositioned himself from besides me, "You can talk to me, [Name]. I'm here for you."

Damn you, Stu, and the way you can see right through me!

My lip quivered as I pondered over how I should respond. I didn't want to hurt him. I would never want to hurt Stu.

"[Name]?"

"I just hate when you guys do that."

"Do what?" Stu replied.

"Do that!" A small wince escaped me as my shoulder blade rubbed against the skin of my back as I lifted my arms up in frustration. A physical injury to add to my emotional ones. The emotional punches I had been taking lately were taking their toll, and I could feel my emotions getting ready to spill out to Stu.

"What is that?" His voice was small and confused , and I knew at the sound of it I would cave in. Stu moved in to grab at my hand once more, and I felt his fingers intertwine with mine. Stu was my weak spot.

"Act like that! Like you love me. I don't even know how to feel about you and Billy, and when you guys say or do stuff like that it isn't helping. It makes me rethink everything!" My fingers clenched his as I continued, "It feels like I know nothing about you. All I have is theories, ideas, possibilities! And when you guys do stuff like that it just makes me create more theories and ideas and possibilities."

My eyes pricked with tears as I looked up at the bright, blue sky, "The worst part about that is that I love you! I love you and Billy. But I shouldn't. You're- you're murderers. You could kill anyone I love at any moment. You could kill Tatum or Dewey or Sidney. Fuck, you could kill me! For all I know, this romantic shit is just some trick, so you guys can get away with this in the end."

I sniffed, "Because of that I'm not even sure what I mean to you. Ever since Casey's murder, I have had so many doubts about us. About everything I knew about us. That I was so sure of. With Billy too! It's like one moment, I'm so absorbed in you two, and I full-heartedly believe you love me as I love you, but then I second guess myself! It's like I'm a toy or a ploy for you guys to get away with this. Or that you're just stalling to murder me 'cause the time isn't right. I don't know what to think or feel or do when I have nothing solid to fall on!"

Tears began to fall down my cheeks as loud sobs left my mouth. Everything I felt had finally piled to the point where I needed to explode.

"[Name], it's not like that. Not at all." Stu moved his hand to wipe away my tears, "I'm not good at this type of stuff, you know? But I love you, and I know, even though Billy is acting weird, that he loves you too. He's just that way. He was with me! And Sidney! Even his dad. Ever since his mom, it's like he doesn't know how to feel things without them being fake. I can't tell you everything, and I know that sucks, and that's the only thing you want, but I can tell you one thing. None of that is true. You're our boy. Our final boy."

"But why me? Why not Sidney or Tatum? Literally anybody else in this hell of a town!"

Stu moved to rest his forehead against mine, "Because it's you. It's always been you."

Our heavy breathing tangled together at the proximity. I wasn't sure what to say, but the look on Stu's face assured me that everything he was saying was true.

"When I walk into school, the first person I think of is you." Stu ran his fingers up my arm.

"When I go to sleep, the first person I dream of is you." His fingers ran along my shoulder until his hand stooped at the crook of my neck, wrapping his hand around it.

"When I wake up, the person I look forward to seeing the most is you." Stu cupped my cheek with a tender smile.

"Even when I'm with Tatum, you're the person on my mind." He pressed his lips against the corner of mine making my stomach explode with butterflies.

"All I can think about is you."

Stu traced my lips with his before placing his lips against mine. It was far different from the kiss I had shared with Billy. It was full of tenderness and romance. His lips spilled secrets that words couldn't even describe. My hands tugged in the scruff of his hair as we deepened the kiss.

I fell on my back into the grass as Stu clambered on top of me. Our lips remained attached despite the drastic change in position. His knee was placed in the space between my spread legs which made more than one place fill with butterflies.

I pushed against his chest ever so weakly, trying to catch my breath. Our chests bumped against each other as we caught our breaths. Stu's eyes were half-lidded, and the light blue color of his irises seemed to have darkened.

"Does that give you the answers you need?" Stu whispered to me.

"Yes," I whispered back.

Stu nuzzled his head into my collarbone, lightly nibbling on it as he groaned, "Thank God."

I let out a small chuckle. Tears still rested on my cheeks, but I felt better than I had in days. It wasn't the answers I was looking for, nor was it the way I ever thought this hangout would go, but I was grateful for the experience nonetheless.

It had given me the stableness I needed. At least, with Stu it did. Billy on the other hand did not give me any stability. Just more baseless theories about what I was to him. I couldn't let him downplay my mood though when I could make the most with Stu.

I pulled myself into Stu's chest. It felt magical finally being in his arms. He wrapped his arms around me, and I hummed in satisfaction. This was right.

My eyes closed, and I could feel myself start to drift away into a sleep state. The soft beating of Stu's heart pounding on his chest against my ear lulled me into a sleep.

I could've cared less for the fact we were in public or that Billy would interrupt us eventually. All I cared about was being with Stu.

My sleep didn't last long with Stu shacking me slightly as he pulled his arm away from shielding my body. I looked up at him to see him bring his phone to his face. He flipped the phone open, and moved it closer to his ear.

My sleepiness paralyzed my hearing, and I could only pick out pieces and bits of information from the call. At most, I knew that it was Billy and that he was on his way and that he had finished something. My intuition felt it had been something murderous knowing Billy.

Stu dipped his head down to my ear as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, "Hey, sleepy head. We gotta go."

"But I don't want to," I whined.

"As much as I wish I could stay here, and keep you in my arms forever; I can't. We have to go meet Billy."

Stu pulled me up with him, and I stumbled around in the grass a bit. Stu wiped the grass off of his clothes, and I rubbed the sleepiness away from my eyes.

"Your ass, man!" Stu laughed.

I felt myself scowl at the fact that my ass was covered in grass. Stu moved up behind me and began to pat down my back and wipe away the grass the decorated my clothes. His hands reached my ass, and he; surprisingly, wiped it away with no funny business. He moved further down and cleared the grass from my pants.

Stu stayed right behind me as I cleaned the front on my clothes. The act got rid of my leftovers sleepiness once and for all, "Alright, I'm ready."

"Before we leave I have to do one thing."

"What?" I questioned.

"This!" Stu slapped my ass, and I felt my reflexes kick as I whipped towards him, "Stu!"

He just giggled like a mischievous child before shooting into a sprint. I immediately shot right after him. Stu's long legs quickly overtook my lack of athleticism. I stopped as Stu became a small dot in the tunnel of my vision.

I tried to catch my breath as I kneeled over my knees. My chest felt lighter, but I wasn't 100% sure about Billy and Stu. Things weren't adding up, and I still needed answers that both boys refused to give me. I would just have to go figure it out between now and the party. Which wasn't giving me too much hope.

I stood back up as I caught my breath. There wasn't much I could do with my lack of knowledge and resources, but I kept my goal intact.

As much as I hated the fact the only thing I can do for now is hope for the best.

✎ notes . . . yes, this is a repost. tumblr deleted my old acc >:( ⟡      .        ⛪      ◦      ✺ 06 ⇿ 08

©️ sethcertified 2023

[dastardly-imbecile]

Not the Dungeon

He’s gotten braver. Creeps up to their bed in the night, looming above. So fragile. Would be easy enough to crush any bone in that body, to peel back that skin and see the deformities within. Perhaps the dungeons have decided to go inside-out, and one day, feathers will burst through their skin and they will choke on the beak that pierces through their throat. 

---

Feelings? What are these? Not things that a crow should have, but-

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All is dark down here in this cursed place. It’s been so long since he saw any light but the dim glow of torches, since he smelled anything other than rot and mold. He can hardly remember what it was like up there—up where the sun shone and cool wind tangled through the trees. 

You are not the dungeons. 

There’s an old mantra. Not exactly sure what it means anymore, but it still cycles through his mind, back-forth, bouncing off the walls of his skull. They don’t define him, though they do surround, though he knows their walls better than he knows his flesh. 

Far better, in fact. Given that one of his arms is not even his flesh and that his head is not human anymore. The crows have taken him and lifted his soul into something that he never really wanted in the first place. Somewhere that intertwines his being intrinsically with every stone of the dungeon.

That’s what lets him sense the intrusion. 

You are not the dungeon. 

Something other than guards. Other than soldiers, even. Knights, pesky knights. He felt them ages back but did not chase. Something stopped him—maybe a buried instinct from those days that he can not quite remember. They must be deep by now, deep or dead, both of those places that he doesn’t dare to go yet. 

This person, however. Something about their aura does not scream knight nor warrior. Desperate, maybe, or seeker. 

The guards will get them soon enough. If not them, then any number of others that dwell in the depths. Hunchbacked humanoids that crawl through the lower caves, gargantuan wolves with eyes like dominoes, shriveled bodies risen again from the throes of death. He knows all of them intimately. If not willingly. 

The labyrinth of corridors used to puzzle him. When he stares at the walls, panic still rises up his throat, even though he could navigate the place blind. It says that there was a time before. When he had a name. Maybe even a purpose. When the prospect of being wandering through the halls was an unimaginable horror instead of a daily occurrence. 

He starved here, once. Dreamed here. Felt blankets of crows settling over his head and tearing his skin to shreds. 

Still, he pushes the panic down and navigates as he knows that he is able. Light spills in from the entrance to the dungeon—enticing, yet. There’s fear in that brightness, and duty as well. Despite the temptation, he cannot leave just yet. There is still business to attend to.

Past the cells, until he is barely outside of the light’s reach. The ones this close to the entrance lay empty—sometimes the wolves are brave enough to venture in and snatch someone from the broken cages. The only ones left are lost deep within, in cells whose keys have been lost, forgotten, or purposefully tossed away. 

Despite their obscurity, despite the time, he still knows every prisoner here—such as the knightly man; the pitiable form; with ragged blonde hair and a home in the deeper places. There is a warrior, a scion of his race, and if he could not thrive here then this new seeker most certainly will not. 

Perhaps they are one of the vermin. Parasites. Ones who were not trapped by the darkness, but chose to enter on their own. 

It’s another human. Nondescript, carrying nothing but a pack. So easy to dispose of as well. In the back of his mind, he can hear the flapping of crows—hear the sounds of clicking beaks and small, pattering feet. They want it, he wants it, wants the blood that rushes beneath. 

You are not the dungeons. 

The guards will get the human. Or perhaps the ghouls, or maybe another prisoner altogether. It doesn’t matter—he is not the keeper of Hell. 

Or at least, not anymore. 

***

The guards do not prevail. He feels where they fall. What a strange little creature that manages to kill monsters such as these—what motivates them so? It cannot just be their search. Not bloodlust either, nor even knowledge. All he can sense is the desire to find.

At times they sleep, as all humans do, and sometimes he watches as they rest. 

Wonders if they dream like him. Wonders how the dungeons will take their flesh; and if it will mold it into something greater. 

Deeper they go. More vermin enter, but he hardly pays any mind to them. The other creatures defeat these with ease, or else insanity and starvation whisks them away, or else they skuttle into far corners that he has no mind to stalk. 

Not right now, in any case. 

He’s gotten braver. Creeps up to their bed in the night, looming above. So fragile. Would be easy enough to crush any bone in that body, to peel back that skin and see the deformities within. Perhaps the dungeons have decided to go inside-out, and one day, feathers will burst through their skin and they will choke on the beak that pierces through their throat. 

As their journey progresses, they pass the other beings. Ones that aren’t as mindless and base as the others. He’s wary when they approach the Pocketcat, but he takes no special interest in them. They’re wise enough to run from the yellow mages and wary enough to avoid their disembodied master. All other beings in the dungeon that possess at least a sliver of sentience are far enough that their paths do not cross. 

It… relieves him. Perhaps he did think that they would meet an early death in the beginning, but now… but now. Not a topic fit for delving further, even as he follows. 

***

One day, they find an enemy that they can not best. He feels it in his bones, as he feels everything—but this is a stranger sensation. Not grief, but almost worry. 

It’s on the seventh level. Vaguely, he remembers its significance. That’s where the special prisoner resides—the one whom the priestess had bade to transfer below. He does not wander down in those parts often. The dungeon goes deep enough even to inspire uneasiness in him sometimes. 

The deeper guards are more dangerous. Something in the shadows twists them monstrously, contorts their flesh as it’s contorted him, turns skin to leather, warps bone into amalgamations. 

A flicker of wings and then he is landing softly upon the seventh floor. Up, around the corner—there are noises, the sound of heavy panting and scrape of metal. 

This, something tells him, this is not his nature. He is a being of the dungeons and the human is not—what is he doing? He should finish them off. A moment passes, tight with sensation—calloused hand drawing into a fist, the click of his beak as he considers. 

You are not the dungeons. 

That old, old mantra. 

He steps around the corner. 

The guard has its back to him. Its pebbly expanse of flesh is scarred and lumpy, bulging with barely-sheathed muscle. Still attacking—about to lunge. He can telegraph its movement in the twitches of its shoulders and twist of its hips. Real combat has not been a problem for him in years, not with the tools that the dungeon bestowed on him, but there once existed a time in which he needed to strategize. 

Perhaps that’s what the human is lacking. Maybe this is what they need. 

In one fell swoop, he swings his mauler against the creature’s head, and it falls monstrous to the floor. Gore spatters against the wall and viscera coats the metal of his bat. There’s some on him, but no matter. 

Strangely, the human does not run. They look just as he remembers, though he’s only seen their face when in peaceful sleep. Albeit right now, it’s a bit filthier and stained with blood. 

They are here for the man in the cell. He knows that much. Along with that knowledge comes that the man is dead. Quite recently—perhaps he could’ve been saved if not for the guard. 

The human looks towards the cell, then back at him. Scared, it’s clear enough, and if he were not what he was, he would be too. He knows intimately what rests within every corner of this place, but the fear of the unknown must be even stronger. 

He could lead them to safety. If they followed. If they were wise enough to leave the man to his death. 

One step backwards. He beckons with his free hand and kicks the limp body of the guard to the side. A long moment passes in which he is sure that they will turn to run into the cage or even back down the hallway-

But, instead, with a wince of pain, they follow. 

[tinogiehd]

george is so giddy standing outside the dteam house waiting for dream to come out and see him for the first time then heat waves starts playing and dream walks out and george can't believe it he says dream is like a god with the sun behind him and they see each other for the first time and they hug and i get dizzy and kill myself

george standing outside in the silence waiting as sapnap goes to get him and feeling so scared and so nervous and like he's dying and then dream comes out from behind the gate and he's so backlit that george can barely make out his expression and he's like a god with the sun behind him and he has this aura about him and george feels like he's being blinded by it and they hug and everything feels right and then he's editing the video to put the most romantic music behind the convo between dream and sapnap and him waiting outside and then playing heatwaves behind dream walking out like he's crazy crazy and it makes me SICK happy fucking pride month

[danielsarmand]

writober 2023 | DAY FIVE · mutual pining

To Helmeppo, Koby is the sun, blinding.

He can hardly stand looking at him, at times; it gets too much.

He cannot make sense of it, really. He does not understand where the hell all that light comes from.

He remembers with a certain fondness the days when he found it annoying. When he looked at his pink-haired colleague and thought, oh, spare me. Spare me the spectacle. Leave me in the dark.

But Koby is nothing if not persistent, and Helmeppo is nothing if not a liar. So, as one kept on shining, pure white glow blurring the edges of his frame, the other clung to him. Like a dying man clings to his last breath.

If Koby is the sun, then, that must make Helmeppo the moon.

Whatever brightness he possesses, whatever light he sheds, if any, he knows exactly where it comes from. It’s a reflection, a replica. He steals it from Koby and pretends it’s his, so that he might feel closer to him. A twin star.

Truth is, they are nothing alike. And truth is, Koby has his own sun to squint at, to recklessly reach for, uncaring of its potential to melt skin, turn bone into dust.

Helmeppo has tried to hate Luffy for it. He’s tried to resent him, like he’s sure many people have, albeit for different reasons. But he has this aura about him that makes it really hard to, and though Helmeppo has turned into quite the fighter, he has also learned to pick his battles. For as much as he wishes he could, at the end of the day he can’t bring himself to truly dislike Luffy, even when he fantasizes about a world where his body has a light-switch somewhere, or something to dim the brightness, at least.

“Where are you?”

Helmeppo feels a finger poke his side and looks down at Koby, who’s lying with his head on his lap in this corner of beach they’ve cut out for themselves. They’re off-duty, it’s late and none of them could sleep, though that’s another lie; Helmeppo is tired, his body aches and the sound of the waves is minutes away from lulling him into the sweetest of dreams.

“I’m here, what do you mean?”

He stretches his back as he says it, arches it, rolls his neck. His eyelids drop closed as he sighs in relief, but he frowns as he feels the weight of Koby shifting away from him.

“You’re miles away. I asked you a question and you didn’t even notice,” Koby says.

Helmeppo furrows his brow.

“What was the question, again?”

He feels a pair of small, oddly soft hands on his shoulders. Lets his head fall backwards a little as they start kneading away the accumulated tension.

Koby chuckles.

“I didn’t ask anything,” he admits. “But you proved my point.”

Helmeppo elbows him softly in the stomach. He smiles. “Sorry,” he mutters.

“It’s okay,” Koby says, as he keeps working his muscles loose.

·

“You know I like you, right?”

Koby’s words float around them and land nowhere in particular. They simply fly away, transported by the wind to be heard by the wrong person, one that wouldn’t care, one that isn’t waiting for them. Then again, maybe Helmeppo isn’t either. Maybe that’s why they don’t reach him.

He glances up and his friend is staring at the moon, having a conversation with her that Koby cannot eavesdrop on, no matter how hard he tries.

He digs his finger in his side to catch his attention.

“Where are you?” he asks.

[vrmxlho]

SEASON OF LOVE - PRECOGNITION

pairing: geto x gn! reader

day 8 ← masterlist → day 10

the night was still and quiet, with only the soft rustle of leaves outside the window and the muted glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. you lay in bed, feeling the warmth of the sheets against you skin and the softness of the pillows beneath your head.

you weren't sure what type of tea that lady from before had sold you and you also weren't sure how you had suddenly become brave enough to try it. but here you were. for weeks, you had been plagued with sleepless nights. your mind a constant whirlwind of thoughts and worries. yet, you were suddenly calm now.

you could feel yourself slipping into a dreamlike state. it was like someone had pulled your thoughts out of your mind, freeing you of the cluttered emotions and inner monologue, your head was finally silent and completely empty.

you didn't know where you were but the place felt familiar. like a childhood memory that you were just about to let go of.

the sun was high up in the sky, casting its warm and vibrant rays through the enormous bay windows. but despite its brilliance, a different kind of beauty lingered in the air. as you gazed up at the expanse of blue beyond the frames, there, amidst the bright and cloudless heavens, were the stars.

yes, the stars, shining bright and clear despite the blinding sunlight. they seemed to dance and twinkle, as if in celebration of this unexpected moment of visibility.

it was as though the universe had conspired to grant you a glimpse of its secret treasures, hidden away in plain sight. it was as though you were privy to a secret knowledge, a whispered truth that only a select few were privy to. it was a gift from up above. you continued gazing at the tapestry of light so in awe you barely noticed the dark man that stood behind you, gazing at you.

"beautiful aren't they, y/n?" the man said. you felt your soul leave your body as your deep focus was ripped away from the supernatural outdoors to the man looming behind you.

suddenly you weren't standing in a room with bay windows and a golden light anymore. as soon as your bright eyes met his blacked out face you were both transported to a vast, open, field with swaying grass and silver trees glowing in the harsh moonlight.

"where are we?" you weren't expecting a sensical answer yet you asked anyway.

he said something you couldn't really hear. maybe it was the language of the dream. maybe you were just delirious. all you really knew was that you were attracted to this man. god knows who he is, or what he even looks like. the aura around him was like a halo, burning brightly.

he reached out a hand and took yours, pulling you towards him. his soft touch took you to dawn. the sun was creeping up the horizon as the harsh moon was defeated once again. the stars were still casting beams like sunlight through forest leaves. you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you close.

and then you were kissing, your lips meeting in a passionate embrace. and you felt yourself melting into his arms, losing yourself in the moment. the beams kept gushing out of the sky like spotlights exposing the surroundings. when you pulled away you finally saw his face. it was beautiful. it wasnt something exactly describable. his eyes felt rough yet soft. his hair shone like it had silver threaded through it. and his smile. oh darlings his smile. could cure an illness. truly. his wet and stung lips pulled up by imaginary strings, creases under his cheeks, above his jaw. you wished to bathe in it.

"who are you?"

"i'm ███████"

"i'm sorry i didn't quite catch that..."

"███████"

"could you say that once m–"

"i'll tell you tommorrow." his arms now left the embrace and he took a step back, maybe out of guilt, maybe to admire you.

"tommorrow? what do you mean tommorrow? are you conscious?"

"are you?"

"i'm not supposed to be... it's a dream..."

"are you sure it's a dream?"

"what else could it be?"

"we've never met before. yet you dreamt me of. that's not supposed to happen is it?"

"you must just be a version of all the people i've met before. is that so strange?"

"i'll see you tommorrow."

with that the sun collapsed into the horizon and everything was dark. the man was gone too. it wasn't dark like the colour black. it was dark like you had suddenly gone blind. like nothing existed and nothing will. as if your eyes had never learnt to look and you brain had never processed earthly images before.

tommorrow. tommorrow? will it really come? would you really see him again? would he be in your dreams again?

waking up felt like a betrayal really. you wished for the night to come again. you wanted to see him, again. it didn't matter if you were mildly isolated in the real world, as long as he was there in the dream world.

most of the day was a blur. you went on with your quotidian tasks but it exhausted you more than it should have. the throngs of people hurrying, the honking of cars and the caophony of the city all blended together as you drifted through the crowds of the city. your mind was elsewhere; back with the man you missed.

everything reminded you of him. even the smallest more meaningless details took you back in time. the tall panes of glass on emerging buildings that reflected all that they saw reminded you of his glistening eyes. the falling feathers of crows reminded you of his velvety hair. it was so stupid to be infatuated with a man who wasn't real. but somehow you felt the red string of fate pull you to him every time he crossed your mind. which was often. all the time really.

you trudged through the streets you cared little of, wishing to sit in your sweet bed and be with the one you wanted, once again.

but something suddenly caught your eye. it was in middle of all the greyness surrounding you. there stood a framed window into your dream. it stood on a easel in middle of a desolate park where nature had reclaimed its land; vines and vegetation stretched onto the pavement and around benches.

the window looked right into the room with the bay windows where the sun shown alongside the stars. it was emitting light as if it wanted you to touch it and pass back into the world you so yearned to be in. and you complied. how could you not? it was begging you, daring you even.

"paint's not dry yet, y/n." said the same voice you had heard last night; the one you kept hearing all day; every breath, every hour, every moment.

"who are you?"

"getou."

"have we met before?" of course you have, you were waiting to meet him again. the image of his perfect face was burnt into your mind, tattooed onto your eyelids, imprinted on your soul.

"you know very well we've never met before..." he smirked. you couldn't tell why. this was no smirking matter, you were being very serious. and you could feel your knees buckling more every moment you spent not in his arms.

"i swore we had."

"that was in a dream."

"can dreams not come true?" completely unintentially, or perhaps with just the right amount of intention, you stepped closer to him to comfort your knees.

"i suppose they can."

he pushed your chin up with his finger and kissed you just as he had the night before.

the kiss was like a breeze in the middle of summer, soft and gentle yet refreshing. a moment frozen in time, as if the world had stopped spinning and all that existed was the two of you, lips locked in a tender welcome.

your mouths fit perfectly together, like pieces of a puzzle finally finding their match. the taste of his lips was intoxicating, something undescribable, almost like god's ambrosia. the heavens around soon crackled with electricity, as if the universe was rejoicing in your reunion. your two hearts were in sync, as if they were one.

[taciturned-loqua]

A/N: I know I posted a few hours before, but after some thought I really wanted to post my probably first ever piece of writing that's on this site back here (It was never an official piece though). However, since there's an ebg going on, figured I'd post it since it was a sabotage :D (also no idea what to name it).

Word count: 400

Category: Angst

Character: Kazuha's late friend (aka as Tomo, which I refer to here) x gn!reader

Summary: You go off to participate in an EBG (extreme bias game), leaving Tomo behind for your assigned partner (an unspecified harbinger).

Warnings: I'm not sure if it would be considered as cheating? It's a bit sad since Tomo's sad :(, tell me if i missed anything!

I'd really appreciate your reblogs accompanied with your likes! Thank you and have a good day or night ❤️

A pale, shell-pink coloured flower petal leisurely drifted down, landing tenderly in his open palm, allowing itself to settle snugly within the warmth of his hand. The air around him was coated with a thin layer of the sakura’s scent, reminding the samurai the times he had spent with you. The times he had spent with you in the past. But alas, you weren’t there with Tomo anymore, instead, you were in Liyue. In Liyue with someone else. Someone new, a stranger. A stranger who was lucky enough to be granted with your love.

Branches of fluorescent blossoms shielded the scintillating sun from the blonde’s view, allowing himself to look up to the crisp, clear blue sky without being afraid of their eyes going blind. Annually, one would admire the breath-taking scenery along with his beloved. But not this year. This year, you were too busy participating in a game to care about his feelings. He even proposed to you, thinking that the love of his life would turn back at the last minute and stay for them. Oh, how wrong he was to believe that wish.

They let out a tired sigh — how long has it been since you’ve boarded that ship to Liyue? 4 days? 5 days? 6? They don’t know, they don’t want to. Instead, he used his excuse as a samurai to train relentlessly, skipping sleep. Not willing to in fear of dreaming of you, in fear of letting his hopes up, only to find himself holding no one in his arms. Even his cat picked up on the change of aura surrounding their owner, making sure to comfort the electro vision wielder to the best of their abilities.

[fluffansmut-old]

What if-ing

They seem a bit queer - chapter 1 - masterlist- last chapter (teaser)

Summary: Robin finds herself in a sticky situation and her hungover roommates tries to help.

Content warnings: smut, fingering, nipple play, hangover, menstruation, period cramps

Ao3|my masterlist

The sun shone into the bedroom that housed Robin Buckley and her girlfriend, at an hour that was way too early for a Saturday.

“Nance?” Robin mumbled, throwing an arm over her face to block the sunlight. “Did you forget to close the blinds or was it me?”

” I suppose it was me, I’m sorry honey” she murmured back, hand travelling across the bed until it found the warm body that it was shared with. Nancy pulled Robin close to her, her tits pressed against the blonder girls back.

”How can I make it up to you?” She asked and pressed a soft kiss beneath Robin’s ear.

“Let that hand on my stomach travel southward and I’ll consider forgiving you.

“Just consider?” Nancy asked with a smirk lingering on her lips. “I better do my very best then”

She pressed warm, wet kisses to Robin jawline as her hand made her way beneath the waistline of her panties.

Robin was wet, so wet in fact that Nancy’s fingers slid effortlessly down between her folds.

“Did you dream of something special?” Nancy whispered into the ear of the woman in front of her, rubbing agonizingly slowly over her clit.

“You” Robin mumbled, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she recalled what the dream was about.

“How about you tell me exactly what happened in it and I’ll pick up the pace, if you’re good I might just let you cum.” Nancy said, picking up the pace briefly to give Robin a preview.

“Uhum, well … I was on uhm this table, with my wrists tied, above my head,” Robin began, setting the scene of the dream for Nancy whilst her face was flustered until the point where her ears felt warm from embarrassment.

“Uh uh.” Nancy said, urging her to continue. “And what did I do?”

“You, had your had down my pants, pumping your fingers in and out of me, whilst you flicked your tongue over my nipples.”

Nancy slid a finger into Robin, whilst she slid the pointer finger of the other hand into Robins mouth.

She opened her mouth and on reflex she stuck her tongue out. Nancy smile widely behind her as she did.

“Wow, good girl” Nancy praised. “I have you trained well, don’t I?”

Nancy trialed the fingertip all over the tongue, as the submissive girl moaned.

When she considered it wet enough she removed it, and instead made her way in under the long sleep shirt that Robin wore.

She found her tits with ease and began circling the nipple with her now went fingertip as she urged Robin to continue.

“What happened next?”

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The aura of the room next to Nancy and Robins weren’t nearly as steamy.

The two men inside were extremely hungover after a night that had started with lets-just-have-a-beer-because-it’s-friday.

It hadn’t stopped at a single beer, to save the not so pleasant details it ended with midnight vomiting from Eddie, with Steve, drunk out of his freaking mind trying to help him.

In reality all he really had done was to halfheartedly hold back Eddie’s mop of hair, whilst mumbling what was supposed to be soothing words to his boyfriend.

The two had however also forgotten to close their blinds, and the sun that made it’s way through the curtains hit Steve right in the face.

“For fucks sake” he groaned and turned over, thumping with his forehead straight into Eddie’s upper back, Steve inhaled the scent of Eddie’s hair and found it quite comforting.

“Babe, you awake?” Eddie mumbled trying to look at Steve over his own shoulder.

“Barely alive if you ask me, you shouldn’t give me beer,you know I can’t handle that shit.” Steve mumbled, head still buried into Eddie’s back.

Eddie chuckled and then groaned at the headache it gave him.

“I don’t recall you expressing this last night” Eddie said with a grin plastered across his lips, he shifted around in the bed with small effort and was soon turned toward Steve, who only nuzzled his head into his chest, to block out the sunlight and the world that he didn’t feel like facing today.

“You okay Stevie?” Eddie softly mumbled to the boy who’s lips gently graced his breastbone. Somewhere in his own hungover daze he worried that Steve had been hit by some sort of post-alcohol induced anxiety.

“Yeh,” he replied, “it’s just so bright”

“God I know” Eddie groaned, digging his hand into Steve’s hair, softly massaging his scalp.

We gotta start remembering to close those fucking blinds.

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About an hour after Robins orgasm Nancy had as kindly as she possibly could removed Robins arms from her own waist, and told her that Jeremiah was expecting her to come study for the test next week. This information did not sit well with Robin.

“Are you sure that you really need to study today? Can’t you just study next week or something Nance?” Robin whined, still dressed in her oversized sleep shirt, her hair all tousled from the way she dug her hair into the pillow earlier that morning.“Can’t you call Jeremiah and tell him that you had a change of plans? Please?”

Nancy was stuffing her blouse into her checkered pants as Robin pleaded for her to stay.

“Robbie, baby, you know that the test is next week. Unfortunately I need to study today, but if it’ll make you feel better I’ll bring home something good, we’ll have take-out form that place you love downtown,” Nancy didn’t want to leave Robin, so she tried to soften the blow for Robin whilst making up for her own bad conscience by bribing her girlfriend. “The boys are hungover as well so I think they’ll be up for takeout as well.”

She pouted slightly to play into Nancy's emotions, but agreed to the compromise either way.

Robin felt the sort of constant tension and a dull but oncoming pain in her stomach and she desired nothing but staying in bed with Nance. The activities of the morning had helped temporarily and if sex was the remedy then she was absolutely open to try it again, as many times as it took.

When Nance left Robin went back to bed.

She threw herself on it with a groan.

“It’s only journalism studies Robin, I’ll have lots of free time to spend with you and the boys.. yeah right” she muttered, quoting roughly what Nance had told her when they all had moved to Boston for her sake.

She was already bored without Nancy there and the pain in her abdomen didn’t really fade no matter what she did, so she decided to go bother the boys to distract herself.

She cracked their door open and saw the two of them curled up together in what looked like a tangle of bodyparts with two ruffly hairstyles peaking out at the top.

She walked in and assumed that they were asleep when no one was reacting to her presence,

“Hey Steve scootch over” she whisper-yelled to her best friend, “make room for me”

“It’s a shame that you and Nance don’t have a bed of your own,” Eddie mumbled, voice dripping with irony.

“Nance left for her study date” Robin informed, “but what do you mean by that? Aren’t I welcome Munson?”

“It’s not that you aren’t welcome,” Eddie began explaining as Robin got in the bed and directly became Steves big spoon. “It’s more the fact that I always seem to be the third wheel when we all pile-cuddle”

“No idea what your on about” mumbled Steve who was living is best life as the condiment in the middle of the cuddle-sandwhich.

“You can stay Buckley but please keep the volume down, my head is pounding”

Eddie didn’t have to worry, soon enough they were all asleep.

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When Robin woke up from the spontaneous nap in the boys bed it was to a pain in her stomach that was too powerful to ignore.

She wiggled out her foot from where it was stuck in between Steve’s calves and made her way to the bathroom.

The mental note she made to tell the boys that they needed to eat something was long forgotten when Robin pulled her panties down to her knees and was met by a red pool of her own blood.

Now Robins period was always a surprise for her, simply because

It was slightly irregular, always had been.

Robin was too lazy to track it.

Well at least now she knew where the stomachache had come from, and the impromptu horniness, that one always seemed to strike twice, when she was ovulating and right before she got her period.

Robin opened up the draw that housed their pads and tampons only to find it empty.

“Fuck” she muttered loudly.

She began to think of places in the apartment that might have what she was searching for.

She searched in the bag she usually brings to work. Nothing.

She turned every pocket on every pair of pants inside out, she only found gum wrapper and some pennies.

She searched through Nancy's pants, and Nancy's bags but there was nothing to be seen.

“Just one so I can go buy some more please?” She pleaded to no one and everyone. But luck wouldn’t have it.

She decided to call Nance, in hope that she had a magically hidden stash of period products somewhere.

“Hello?”

It was Fredrich who had picked up, Jeremiah's annoying roommate who absolutely hated it when any of the threesome left at home called to get ahold of Nancy. Robin figured that it was because he had a crush on Nance.

“Hi, its Robin, Can I talk to Nancy, it’s urgent.”

“They both told me that they wish to not be bothered so whatever this urgent problem is, I think it is simply gonna have to wait.”

Robin wanted to jump through the phone and smack the man up the head. Could he not understand that she was currently bleeding down her thighs with little to nothing stopping it?

“What about urgent, didn’t you understand Fredrich, go get Nancy.” Robin said, too done with everything to even try and mask the annoyance in her voice.

“Come on, it can be that bad, like are you bleeding or something?” He said sarcastically.

It took everything in robin to not laugh straight into the phone, if he just realized how right on the money he just had been.

“As a matter of fact I am, can I please talk to Nancy?” Robin said, “like I told you earlier, urgent”

“Aren’t there people in your apartment? You’re dating one of those guys, right? Go ask your significant other instead of bothering us.” Fredrich shot back.

I am trying my damn best to speak to my significant other but an idiot is hogging the phone, she thought.

Robin let out a deep sigh, to let Fredrich know that she was done with his bullshit right about now.

“If there was anyone at home that could help me with this particular issue then I wouldn’t be calling your place, now put Nancy on the phone.”

She heard the man sigh deeply, not saying anything, and then she heard footsteps that grew fainter, which meant that he finally caved and went to go get Nance.

“Hi baby,” Nancy said as she took the phone, “Fredrich said you needed to talk urgently.”

“Hi, you don’t happen to have some tampons stashed away somewhere at home?” Robin asked, cutting straight to the chase as she felt the blood make its way down her inner thigh.

“I don’t think so, there might be some, in that blue evening bag, on the shelf in the closet.” Nancy said, “Were we all out in the bathroom?”

“I already checked the bag, nothing in it.” Robin said, “Yeah the drawer was completely empty… When will you make your way back home?”

“Not for a good while yet I’m afraid.” Nancy said. “Ask Eddie and Steve if they can go shop for you. And I’ll try to wrap up here as quickly as possible. Okay?”

“Okay…” Robin said agreeingly, “I miss you”

“I miss you too baby, I promised that I’ll rub your tummy when I get home”

When they hung up Robin felt annoyed.This wasn’t the Saturday she had planned, her back hurt, and her lower abdomen felt like it was contacting.

Annoyance and sadness sat in her chest and made her feel ten times as heavy, plus she needed a shower, because her hair was a greasy mess and the blood between her thighs started to stick to each other now as it dried.

She knocked on the door to Steve and Eddies bedroom this time, to make sure that they were both awake.

“Come in.” Eddie mumbled, as Robin opened the door she could see him place a loving peck on Steve's forehead.

“I don’t want to do this, but I need to ask you guys for a favour.” She said as she took a step into the bedroom.

“Does this favour involve going outside the apartment?” Steve asked from his place on the tattooed man's chest.

“Unfortunately so” Robin said.

She observed the two still quite hungover men as they tried to hold back their groans of annoyance. She felt so incredibly guilty. This was her problem, why was she making it theirs?

“Never mind, I’ll figure something out” She said. But they guys wouldn’t have it, they both could tell by her stance and the blush that was painted across her cheeks that this was an actual problem. Not to mention the tears that welled up in her eyes.

“Hey Robin, no cmere, tell us what we can do,” Steve called out, sitting up in his bed for the first time that day.

“I got my period, and there’s nothing in the house. Like NOTHING, and I need you to go to the store and buy something for me, tampons, pads, whatever, I don’t really care anymore.” Robin rambled on, some stray tears escaped as she did. “Also I'm sorry if I accidentally bled on your sheets earlier, I’ll wash them if I did.”

Steve lifted the duvet to show her, and by some kind of miracle, she hadn’t.

“Well take care of it Robin, Go take a shower, or a bath and we’ll figure something out” Steve said, with Eddie behind him nodding agreeingly.

“Ím sorry to have to ask you for this” she said again, as Eddie and Steve got out of bed to get dressed.

“It’s fine,” Eddie reassured, “I’ve heard that fresh air is good for a hangover anyways.”

“Go take that bath before you bleed all over our carpet.” Steve said, Which made Robin give the both men a peck on the cheek each, as to which they both groaned whilst smiling affectionately, before she left for the bathroom with the words.

“You guys are the best!”

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Eddie and Steve was known in the little cornershop by Janice, the old lady that owned it. She had taken a liking to Steve from the get go, and had warmed up to Eddie once she had realised that the way he presented himself didn’t correlate with the prejudice that she had.

This time however they didn’t feel like chatting.

They had sunglasses on and Steve had the hood of his jacket up over his head.

“If we’re lucky it’s the granddaughter minding the shop today” Steve said as they turned the corner to enter.

They were not lucky.

As soon as the bell rang Janice head popped up for behind the counter and an ear piercingly loud voice said;

“Morning boys!”

“Morning Janice” Eddie said back, putting an hand on steve’s back, shoving him towards the hygiene isle.

“Do you need any help today fellas?!” Janice called across from the store, making all the other customers turn head and look at either Janice or Steve and Eddie.

“Nope, we're fine!” Steve called back whilst rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses.

Edddie turned to look at Steve when he was cetrain that Janice was occcupied with another customer.

“Now what do we need?” He glanced at the mountain of different period products that were displayed on the wall and felt incredibly lost.

“You look at me like I'm supposed to know.” Steve said, feeling just as lost.

“Cmon, you’ve dated tons of women, this can’t be you’re first time doing this?” Eddie said, staring at Steve in disbelief.

“Nope, never been in this situation…” Steve said, “haven’t you? You’ve dated women too you know”

“I’ve slept with women, that’s the difference” Eddie explained, then he turned to the wall in front of them. “We’ll figure it out, I can’t be that hard right?”

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Back home Robin sat in a now slightly cooling bath and awaited the return of the men.

“It can’t possibly take this long?” She said to herself. She wanted to stay in the bath until they returned to avoid ruining another pair of underwear but if they planned on taking so long then she’d soon not have a choice.

She glanced at mer watch that she put atop of the washing machine and noted that the boys had been gone for about 40 minutes.

“It takes like 4 minutes to walk there, this is ridiculous.

Right then she heard the door click, and Eddie and Steve, chatting away to each other.

She got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself.

“Finally! Guys put the package outside the bathroom door and I’ll grab it.”

When she opened she found an entire bag outside the bathroom, filled to the brim with different sized tampons, regular pads, night pads, pantiliners and so on.

Robin smiled fondly at the shopping the boys had done, knowing that she sorta had herself to blame, she didn’t really specify what she wanted.

“Dinguses” she muttered and cracked open a packet of tampons.

When she emerged for the bathroom, dressed in another pair of pyjamas, she found the boys on the couch. Eddie was laying on his back on the sofa, on top of him was Steve, laying on his side, his face on Eddies tummy.

“Thank you guys, but the way you stash up, it´ll last me and Nance at least four months.”

“It was Steve! He started what-ifing inside the store, like what if this is too big or what if she needs nightpads, what if she has a preference, and there’s not stopping it when he gets like that” Eddie explained. “ How are you feeling now?”

“Better, but the cramps are agonising,” she said.

“Wanna join us? We’re eating chips and watching Miami vice” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” Robin said, laying down next to Steve, resting her head on Eddie as well. Steve put the blanket over her.

Eddie didn’t say anything about third wheeling this time, he just ruffled Robins hair affectionately.

When Nancy came home that afternoon with Mcdonalds bags in both hands she had to wake them.

“Robin baby, how are you?” She asked as the woman blinked awake.

“I’ve got cramps that won’t let up no matter what I do.” Robins said in a groggy voice.

“I’ve got painkillers and dinner for you.” Nancy said and pecked Robins lips. She then turned to look at the men. “All of you, cause I’m guessing you have a headache?”

Eddie and Steve nodded and sat up to eat.

Robin and Nancy moved to the loveseat.

That was where they all spent their evening, in front of the tv, Robin leaning back against Nancy, with the brunette's hand under her shirt, rubbing soothingly on her lower abdomen.