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bettysupremacy · 2 years

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Who could be a more doting boyfriend?

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Based off this request

Summary: 10 times Eddie Munson showed just how down bad he was.

Warnings: mentions of weed, food is brought up too, very very fluffy, Eddie down bad, sick! Reader for one, reader only in towel at one point, reader eats bacon in one, fem! Reader, tell me if I’ve forgotten any.

3.7k words because I luv u

Saccharine kisses were her favorite. The kind of kisses where he would ghost his lips over her skin, hovering, before planting a long sweet kiss to wherever he deemed most kissable at the moment.

She loved the way it never failed to make her stomach flip. The way it never failed to make her dizzy in the head and weak in the knees.

She loved that when it made her exhale wonky he’d look at her with this lovesick smile, before pressing more kisses around the area. Quicker, but non less full of love.

That’s why now, laying in bed, sick as a dog, she doesn’t have the strength to push him away. Thats why pawing at him uselessly, the only strength she’d managed earlier, had ceased.

“I’m gonna get you sick.” She whines.

They’re laying in her bed, intertwined like these are her last moments, like Eddie needs to get the most out of them.

Like a sad Victorian painting.

“I don’t care, Juliet, this world is a place I cannot live in without you.”

She scoffs, it coming out more like a cough than anything else. He pats her back as she coughs, letting her sit up to cover her mouth, and frowning when she shakes her head at the Gatorade he holds up for her.

“I’ve got the flu, you dolt. I’m not dying.” He pulls her back down, rubbing at the arm she’s wrapped around his stomach.

She didn’t know wether she was cold or hot, but the goosebumps that rose on her arms, from his fingers dancing over her skin, chilled her deliciously.

“He says that though, right?” He asks.

“Romeo?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve never read the play.”

He ponders this for a moment, tilting his head up, further into the faded grey of his old pillow case.

“What are you think-“

“Shh.”

She gives him an incredulous look, she could be dying for gods sake! Treat her with a little respect-

“O Romeo, Romeo, where..fore art thou Romeo?”

She looks up at him, head not lifting from its position on his chest, but a confused smile is playing on her lips.

“You’ve read it?”

“Well when you take senior year three times..”

“Oh, right.” She tilts her head back down, ear press into the warm skin above his steadily beating heart, as she curls around him.

He stops his fingers dance over her arms, only letting her frown momentarily, before they card their way through her wet hair. They work out small knots and kinks they hadn’t brushed out. He cranes his neck to press a long kiss on the top of her head.

“Did the shower make you feel better?” He murmurs against her hair.

“I don’t know.”

He sighs, knowing her too well to think that she’d admit his suggestion didn’t work. “I’ll go get the tv from the living room and wheel it in here, Kay?”

She nods, nasally voice making him frown. “Mkay.”

He gently removes himself from under her, making sure to pull the blankets back up before completely retracting.

“And the vapor rub. I’ll grab the vapor rub too.” His palms dig into his mattress as he hovers over her.

“God bless.”

He smiles at her, lips coming down to kiss hers affectionally. She kisses back before she realizes what she’s done.

“Do not kiss me, Edward, I know you’re not vaccinated.”

A deep groan leaves his lips as he walks away, into the living room for the TV and vapor rub.

“What is a desperate man to do?”

She can’t help but smile as she tucks herself into his freshly clean, for the first time in 2 years, sheets.

—

She rummages through his drawers, fingers making quick work of the unfolded clothes thrown in them.

“Eddie?” her voice drifts through his bedroom door, and into the kitchen, where he’s staring intently at the microwave.

He pushes his door open, weary as to where to put his eyes while his girlfriend is in nothing but a towel.

“Yes?”

“Do you know where my clothes are? I thought I left them in this drawer but..”

“Oh! Hold on!”

He goes back though his door, returning with a basket of laundry. It’s not fresh, nor warm to the touch, but it was definitely recently that it had been washed.

“You washed my clothes?”

“It was after you got sick,” he shrugs nonchalantly, cheeks tinging a shade, due to the way she smiles at him.

The smell of them wafting up into her face only deepens her already bright smile. She picks up her shirt, bringing it to her nose and inhaling.

“And you used-?”

The look on his face is downright bashful. “I remembered it was your favorite, so I picked you up some when I went shopping with Wayne.” He scratched his neck, “S’no big deal really.”

Her arms wrap around his neck, towel hanging on for its life.

“No, it is. Thank you, baby.”

Her fingers scratch his scalp lightly, digging into his curls and tugging gently. He feels like a dog being pet. Is this what they feel like? Lucky bastards.

He fears his leg may start kicking.

“You’re welcome.” He muffles into her neck, arms wrapped around her waist so that the towel doesn’t fall, “I’m glad you’re happy.”

—

She had called him from work, voice full of tears.

“My sweet girl, can’t you come home early?”

“Janie was supposed to come in today, but she flaked, so now I’m alone.”

“Come home, leave Austin and Marie to close today. No baby, we don’t need that money for the rent, enough cars needed fixing this week. I promise, come home- my home.”

So she did.

But trudging through Eddie and Wayne’s front door, he was nowhere to be found. His van was outside where it normally was, his shoes were haphazardly thrown in the direction of the front door - like they normally were, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Each shoe is toed off quietly, as she softly calls his name, not wanting to disturb Wayne’s weird sleep schedule. “Eddie?”

She’s scrubbing at her face, trying to get the tear tracks off.

“Eddie?”

She pads through the hall, into the bathroom where she can hear water running.

“What’s this?”

He looks up, panic stricken through his face.

“No, no, no. Go sit on the couch real quick.”

Nothing but hurt is read on her face. “What, why?”

He rushes up, cupping the back of her neck with his wet hand, while the other slides around her waist, pulling her closer.

“I did something for you.”

“You did?”

She peaks behind him into the dingy bathroom. He’s got the water running and her favorite soaps out displayed on the tub.

“No peaking!”

He uses the hand around her neck to push her face in his chest.

“You ran me a bath?” It’s muffled in his Megadeth shirt.

“Do you like it?”

“Is that your way of telling me I’m dirty?”

“What? No, no, no. I just thought that you might- uh, I thought that you might like it-?”

She laughs and he basks in it. Letting it cleanse and settle over him.

“I was joking, honey.”

He smiles, teeth poking through has he lets out breathless - relieved laughs.

“Go,” he skews his head toward the bathroom.

“But-“

“Go, I’m making dinner.”

“You’re making dinner? Baby.”

“I’m ordering from that Chinese place, the one across the street from the library,” He lets out another breathless laugh. “Go.”

“Oh, okay then.”

—

Something is stirring inside of her chest. Something warm and light. It muddles around, making her heart flutter and palms sweaty.

She’s never gotten a love letter before.

It’s not the most put together thing she’s ever seen, but it’s got to be her favorite. It’s small, but pink, and she could tell Eddie used his best handwriting for this. At the very end he signed it off with -E and a poorly drawn version of his guitar.

Where did he get pink paper?

She holds it in her hands like it’s gold, like it could tear at any moment, but two fingers pluck it out before she has the chance to read it a third time.

“Who wrote you up?” Rob asks suspiciously, eyeing the pink referral slip between her index and middle finger.

“No one-?”

Oh, that’s where he got it.

She tugs it from Robins fingers, flipping it so she could see the back - or what is actually known as the front of the paper.

Eddie Munson Grade 12 10/3/86

REASON FOR REFERRAL

-Cutting Class

-Lack of Cooperation

-Restless, Inattentive

ACTIONS TAKEN PRIOR TO REFERRAL

-Detained Student After School

PRESENT ACTION AND RECOMMENDATION(S)

-Student Regrets Incident, Cooperative

Robin reads the back as Y/N reads the front. He wrote her a love letter on the back of a referral slip?

“He wrote you a love letter on the back of a referral slip? What’s next? A receipt from a drug deal?” She ignores the instant, drug deals don’t have receipts dipshit, thought that pops up.

“That’s so sweet! He wrote me a love letter on pink paper!” Robin can’t help the twitch of a smile on her lips. “You think he’ll write me more?”

“If he doesn’t I’ll jeopardize his business.” She slings her arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“What are best friends for?”

—

“It’s too early, it’s too early.” She whines as Eddie pushes back her hair, pressing light kisses into it, while she wraps her arms tighter around his chest.

“I know, I know.”

The sun shines in through Eddie’s open windows, the red sheet nailed above the larger one casting a crimson hue over them.

They tangle in the bed sheets, languidly and lethargic, similar to the way they held each other when she had the flu.

“C’mon, baby you gotta wake up.”

She grumbles, hands snaking under his back, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin as his box fan blows on them. They settle and he smiles as she opens her eyes.

“Why’s your shirt on?” Her sleep raspy voice tugs multiple strings in his heart.

Eddie always slept shirtless.

“I’ve already been up, sweetheart.”

“You’ve already been up?”

He smiles down at her, pushing some hair from where it sticks to her forehead. “Mhm.”

She pushes up, arms caging Eddie’s chest, as she hovers over him.

“You’re wearing your kiss the mechanic apron.” she points out, like he wouldn’t have known.

“I am.”

“Did you make breakfast?”

He shrugs, “Get up and see.”

She whines, shaking her head, laying back down on him. “Carry me?”

He thinks about it for a moment, looking down at her droopy eyes and tapping her thigh. She wraps her legs around him and he sits up, letting her be carried in his arms to the kitchen.

She smiles, resting her head on his shoulder, as he murmurs “Needy, needy, girl.”, shuffling to get a better grip on her.

“You hungry?” He softly asks.

“I’m tired.”

“Oh, I know.”

The counter is cold against her thighs as he sets her down. She squirms sadly, and he can do nothing but smile affectionately at her.

The plate he hands her is paper and warm. He sets a napkin on her lap, before the plate, so it doesn’t burn her poor thighs. Though, her eyes are closed as he does this, hands messily wiping the sleep from her eyes, so she doesn’t see the food.

“Warm.”

“Very warm,” He nods. “Eat, baby.”

Pressing a fork into her hands, he gently tugs her hands away from the cruel work they were doing to her eyes.

“Bacon? You got me bacon?”

“Benny was giving slabs away for free, down at the diner.” He bends over and kisses her jaw.

“I love bacon.”

“I know.” His voice is nothing but teasing, though, she doesn’t mind.

“You cooked the bacon by yourself?” She sets her fork down, grabbing his hands, and inspecting his arms. “And you didn’t get popped by the oil?”

He flushes, “Wayne helped me. But I made everything else by myself!”

She looks down at the food fondly. Eggs cooked like she taught him when they first started dating. Toast unburnt. Wayne’s bacon.

Wayne’s bacon was so good.

“Go get a plate, I’m not eating without you.”

“On it.”

—

“Okay, hands like this.” He grips her fingers, smiling as she lets him bend them in the right places. “Yeah! Okay, now pluck the third string.”

She plucks it, and it comes out sounding significantly better then 10 minutes ago. “You’re doing it! I’m so proud of you.”

He attacks her cheek with kisses and she scrunches her nose, pulling away in feigned annoyance.

“Teach me to play I Have a Dream.”

“What?” He pulls back agast. “I’m teaching you to play guitar on sweetheart, and you want me to teach you to play ABBA?”

She giggles, laying her head in his neck. “Yes, please.”

“No, baby, I’m teaching you to play 2 Minutes to Midnight.”

“No,” There’s a whiny edge to her voice. “That song is so hard.”

“You could do it.”

“Only if you helped me.”

“Deal.”

He lifts the guitar back up, twisting her fingers to the right frets.

“This is going to be so metal.”

He laughs out loud.

—

“-and I told Robs to go to the front of the class and tell the teacher, but she didn’t wanna embarrass herself In front of the Nancy.”

Eddie nods along, leaning against the lockers. This isn’t a conversation he’s particularly interested in, but-

“I think they’d make a good couple, don’t you?”

“Who?”

“Robin and Nancy!”

“Rob and Nance? Totally.” He waves his hand, as if dismissing any thought that they wouldn’t be.

“I knew you’d think so.”

The halls are almost empty, dismissal bell rang 5 minutes ago, but when you don’t have a bus to catch you always have a little extra time to put your stuff away.

“Are you ready?” Eddie asks, watching her shove books in her locker that she refuses to take home.

“Almost,” She turns to Eddie, looking behind him. “I just thought I heard Rob and Nances voice. I guess I’m going cra-“

She stumbles, having slipped on something, even though she could’ve sworn there was nothing on the ground a minute ago.

“Woah baby, woah baby.” Eddie grips her arms tightly, but not cruelly. Just tight enough to keep her upright. “What was that?”

“Slipped on,” She looks down at the floor “My shoelace, I guess.”

“You guess? Baby, you gotta be careful.” He bends down to one knee, patting it lightly for her to put her foot on.

Her left hand is flat against the lockers for balance as he ties her shoe for her.

“You can’t have untied shoes, sweetheart. Y’could trip and hurt yourself.” She watches fondly as he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine, I just don’t want an injured girlfriend.” He finishes, patting her foot in approval.

“You wouldn’t love me if I was injured?”

He stands up, “Who said that?”

“You did!”

“I love you so much I wouldn’t be able to look at you, cause seeing you injured would make me so sad.”

“You wouldn’t take care of me?”

“I’d call mama Steve, I can’t stand to see you hurt.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He grabs her cheeks and presses a hard kiss to her mouth. “You’re welcome.”

—

Eddie’s room is dark like it normally is. His bong is next to him and his guitar is on his knee resting.

He loves nights like these.

He taps his knee rhythmically, slow, unlike his other songs. A power ballad if you will.

He’s been at this for hours. Strumming, tapping, and scribbling lyrics into a blank page of his math notebook.

Just as he pulls his pick out of his mouth again he hears a soft knock on his door. It’s probably just Wayne.

“Hey, boy.” Wayne cracks the door open, checking to see if Eddie is decent. “I’m leavin now.”

Eddie checks his watch, humming in confirmation.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

Wayne nods. “You writing a new song?”

Eddie smiles at his uncles effort to make conversation.

“Yeah, for Y/N.”

Now it’s Wayne’s turn to smile. “She’ll like it.”

He could hear it through the walls? Eddie flushes.

“You think?”

“Yup.” Wayne puts a baseball cap on. “I like ‘er.”

He turns to leave, closing the door behind him, leaving Eddie in shock.

“I’m out!” He hears Wayne yell, before locking the door behind him.

“Bye!”

That was.. strange.

—

Her eyes hurt from reading, her back hurts from hunching over her bedroom desk, and her heart hurts from not accepting Eddie’s kisses.

This is one of the rare nights that she isn’t sleeping at Eddie’s, having to study for the math test tomorrow, but 20 minutes ago Eddie came in through the window, and she’s gotten no work done since.

It doesn’t really matter, due to the three hours of studying she got in before he came, but it’s still stressful nonetheless.

“Cmon baby, let’s go to bed.” Eddie’s Laying on her bed, flipping through a magazine.

“I can’t, I’ve gotta study.”

“Baby, you‘ve been studying since 9:30.”

“So? What time is it now?” She doesn’t look up from the equation.

“12:43? You gotta sleep at some point.”

Startled, she checks her watch, eyes widening when she realizes he’s right.

He’s getting up, tossing the magazine, and pulling her up outta the chair. He wraps his arms around her neck, kissing the top of her head a generous amount of times.

She whines pulling away, causing him to gasp in offense.

“What could I have possibly have done?”

“Want it on my lips.”

“Only if you promise to go to bed with me.” He bargains.

“Fine.”

He grabs her face and kisses her just the way she likes. Saccharine and sweet.

“Will you come to bed now?”

“Only because I love you.” She nods glumly.

He smiles playfully down at her. “Oh, but I love you more.”

—

They had been watching a movie.

A newer one, starring Micheal J. fox. It wasn’t wasn’t usually Eddie’s thing, but he had agreed for Steve.

He’d insisted that they watch it. “No! You don’t understand! He goes back in time to-“

“Don’t spoil it for them!” Robin rasps.

“I’m not, Rob, I’ve just gotta get them hooked.”

“You don’t hook someone by spoiling a major plot point?”

So here they were, under warm covers, watching a movie that neither of them particularly wanted to watch.

Candy was splayed out In front of them. Red vines, runts, nerds, and sour patch kids, getting dug into every couple minutes. And though Eddie had whined about Steve making them choose this, after the first opening scene he was hooked.

“Goddamn, did you see the way he flung into the wall?”

She had, but she also had seen the rope tied to his stomach.

“Did you see the rope around his stomach?”

Eddie laughs, his chest shaking under her as he looks away from the tv. “No, can we rewind?”

She was content with this. Even though she didn’t particularly enjoy the movie, Eddie did, and that was enough for her.

“Damn,” Eddie mumbles, staring intently at the screen. He’s got one arm hanging off the couch, joint between fingers, and the other rubbing up and down her spine.

They’d been in this position since the movie started, utterly comfortable.

Eddie’s trailer had the worst insulation, and even worse ac and heating, so this was nice. Eddie was always warm, a natural heater, so this was always nice.

Nothing strikes in his head as unusual, they lay like this every night, but something about the way her breathing was so even gave it away.

“Hey doc, you better back up, we don’t have any road to get up 88.” The pretty Lea Thompson is perched on Micheals lap as he gives his line.

“Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.” He drops his aluminum glasses over his eyes, starting the car.

Eddie’s hand lazily rises from her back and up to her head, hovering. “Sweetheart?” No answer, “Are you sleepy? Are you asleep?” still, no answer.

He cranes his neck to the side, trying to get any glimpse of his tired girl sleeping, stuffing out his joint in the process.

“The movie ended,” He whispers. “I think there’ll be a second one.”

No reaction. He sighs, letting his hand move back down and continue the work it was doing to her back. He can’t move or wake her, it would do too much to his poor heart.

She shuffles in her sleep, head leaning up towards Eddie. He holds his breath until she’s done, then he lets his nimble fingers work over her hairline. Brushing away stray hairs gently, letting his middle finger swoop down her nose, cupping her face gently, just to look at her.

He loves moments like these. Moments where he gets to stare at her so unapologetically. Moments where he gets to memorize every detail about her face, without her looking over and asking What are you looking at baby?

The slope of her nose, the way her eyelashes curl, the tilt of her mouth, the way her eyebrows furrow at something in her dream.

“You’re so pretty.” Is whispered from his mouth absentmindedly.

She can’t hear him, stuck in dreamland slaying monsters dutifully, traveling the world with Eddie, shopping with Max, or swinging bats with Steve.

He knows she can’t hear him, but it still feels necessary to say. It’s something he needs to say.

Her breathing intakes, it’s something sharp and shallow. For a moment he thinks she’s woken, but her pretty eyes haven’t opened.

“Sweetheart?” He whispers, but the quick breathing doesn’t stop. “Bad dream, hmm?”

He bends his neck down, holding her in his arms, and scattering multiple kisses over her hairline, trying to calm her.

Slowly her breathing calms again, and he lets sweet relief wash over him. He needs to get them to their bed.

Once he’s fixed her in his arms, he carry’s her to the room, gently setting her down in her spot and pulling up the covers.

He gets up to take his shirt off, but a warm hand stops him.

“Don’t leave.”

He frowns, ache dwelling in his chest at the thought. Climbing under the covers with her, he lets her cling onto him, “I’m not.”

Guess he’s sleeping with his shirt on tonight

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calehenituseappreciation · 4 years

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Ive seen a lot of Dream (and usually Techno and Phil too) as gods au (i have one too dw) but all of you are sleeping on the funniest option.

Tommy is the god.

Tommy.

hes the only one in that galaxy (other than drista ofc)

Just imagine how fucking funny it is like

it would be so fucking hilarious

and tommy just doesnt tell them

so techno is just there making all these blood god jokes and jokingly telling tommy to serve him and tommys just laughing

imagine a god in the form of a chaotic 16 year old racoon gremlin just walts into your land commits arson and gets banned, only to come back with another person who he helps start a nation for drugs?

imagine how fucking funny it is

just

imagine tubbo banning a literal god from his lands and he just doesnt come back? he just plays by the rules? then goes and like sits in the corner all sad because some humans/dreamons told him to leave

ranboo, just joining the server: hi- a chaotic gremlin god: wanna commit arson with me? ranboo, just trying to vibe and maybe not disturb this god: sure

Phil and Ranboo recongnize Tommy as a god on sight.

Everyone else just refuses to believe it. hes Tommy. Tommyinnit. hes just weird lol

And Drista being a fucking chaotic blood god?

drista is open about her godhood and does not hesitate to spawn blocks

Drista finds Dream and decides she likes this small human, and dream just has to deal with it lmao.

drista and tommy are both born at the same time.

Tommy is a god of music, chaos, war and theivery (the last one bc he is a BITCH)

Drista is the blood god, chaos, deception, and theatre

okay but imagine the sbi interactions... like ig in this au tommy joins at like 12/13 years of age (in their minds) so he doesnt really grow much

and like tommy, a literal god, just claiming phil as his father???

phil, in his house making eggs, assuming one of his sons woke up and came to the kitchen, not looking: hey son tommy, from their couch, already deciding hes phils son now: whats up dad? phil: looks up at tommy who are you tommy: idk dad, who am i phil: *stares at tommy for a second* eh i made extra eggs you can stay

ASJIDGASUIOG IMAGINE TOMMY TELLING THEM HES A GOD BUT THEY THINK HES JOKING AND IGNORE HIM

everyone on the server: tommy is the youngest! tommy, as old as the universe: no im not!!!! im not a child!!!! he doesnt pout because pouting is for children and hes not a child but hes pouting tubbo: lol im older than you by a month tommy dont try to hide it tommy: im not a child!!!! techno: laughs

tommy doesn't try to hide that hes a god just its tommy

thats all the evedince anyone needs to think tommy isnt a god or powerful its like mcc hes good but only when he doesnt throw for content

quackity: sees drista written in bedrock lmao drista visited? tommy: yeah! i wrote that for her! quackity: snorts yeahhhh sureee tommy

imagine like how fucking funny it is jsut like

a fucking chaotic god breaks into your house androbs you makes a room under your house and decides to live in your floorboards

imagine dream like trying to manipulate tommy, and tommy a fucking anchient diety immeditly recongnizes what hes doing

but decides to play along for the angst and giggles and then actually gets mad when no one fucking cares for his theatrics

tommy, storming off to technos base to rob and build under: >:///// cant believe none of them acknoledged my deppression

i love that tommy stills robs everyone, he doesnt need to he can spawn in anything he wants

he just does it for the sport of robbery

JAKOGFSDOH

THE HOLY LAND

dream: im god actually tommy: thats so fucking funny lets make a cult about that :) dream: see! look! im god! and jesus! tommy: wheezing

imagine tommy getting stressed and letting go of his mortal form

Tommy, his human form peeling away, showing his actual form a bit: WH̸͘A͠T̷ ̶̢T͞H͢E ̡͘F̴̵͘Ù̧C͜K҉ ̶T͘͜͞E͟CHǸ͏Ǫ Techno: HAH?

tommy just saw tubbo and got emotionally attached

Tommy, a literal god: hello Tubbo: oh hi do you like my pet bee? Tommy: you’re mine now Tubbo: im okay with this

tommy, a bored god: gives techno shapeshifting powers techno, not even caring: changes into more human to pig-ishg forms as he wishes this is my life now ig

phil lets tommy do fuck all in exile bc he knows hes a god hes fine

phil: IDC IF YOURE A GOD! YOU WILL DO THE DISHES NOW YOUNG MAN! tommy: grumbles but does them

phil is the only one who can control tommy

god... tommy... with star freckles... on his human form... (as well as his god one)

tommy: f̷͛͠a̵̋t̵̒̑h̸̚e̶̓͝r̸͊ ̸̐̒i̴ ̸̅̿d̷̉͆o̵͂͋ ̵̛̆ñ̸̾ő̶́t̸̎́ w̶͆͘i̴͠s̵̓̈́h̸͗́ ̵̯͗f̶͋́ő̴͑r̷̐̌ ̶͝é̵̽g̸͊͂g̵̒s̷͂̃ phil: idc, eat your goddamn eggs tommy: pouts

tommy, despite being able to get supplies himself by fucking spawning them in: hey tubbo? we need supplies

In this au ig like if a god claims you you get a mark on your skin showing that. Drista’s would be like a green crown, Tommys would be a red and white disk (white as the outer ring and red as the center) (its different enough that if you don’t realise tommy is a god you wouldnt realise whos it is) (schlatt is the only one who never had one which shoulda been a sign dude :/)

Dream has two from the beginning, everyone else has only one, well until they meet drista. (sbi have had one since they met tommy, though they dont remember the first time they met tommy)

wait what if tommy like found them all as children one by one and later kinda pulled some strings to get them all in one kingdom. (he still joined sbi through forcing phil to adopt him)

OKAY BUT IMAGINE IF TOMMY MET TECHNO WHEN TECHNO WAS YOUNG ENOUGH TO NOT REMEMBER

tommy would hang out with baby techno and tell him stories

once he told him the story of a man named thesus

another time he told him the story of a blood god

like for example tommys first time meeting techno would be like

(for context techno lived in a shitty village and was an orphan and it was kinda a dog eat dog place, he learned how to be strong because of it)(he was young enough that he doesn’t remember this well, just like learning about the blood god and someone giving him gold)

baby techno: sighs tommy, appearing out of nowhere: oh heyyy whyre you sad? techno: jumps turning around with a knife up ready for a fight who are you tommy: im tommy! :) techno: what do you want from me! you dont scare me! tommy: whats your name! techno: i have a knife! i'll use it! tommy: of course, thats a given, but its rude not to tell people your name techno, confused: t-technoblade? tommy: smiles thats a nice name techno: so. tommy: hm? techno: why're you here tommy: i don't have a reason. im just a traveller! techno: then why hole to this terrible village! theres nothing nice here! everyone is terrible and so are you! tommy: hmmmm i dont agree techno: what are you? a child? i thought adults were supposed to know that everyone is mean tommy: mmhmm looks at the bruise on technos face where'd you get that? techno: fight. i won. i'll win against you too! so don't try anything. tommy: of course. i would never win in a fight against a blood god techno, putting down his knife a bit, stars in his eyes: blood god? tommy: grins blood. god. i think she'd like you. techno, muttering: maybe i can give the blood god some of your blood tommy: laughs yeah, she'd defenitly find you intresting tommy: here tosses techno a golden crown at techno, he spawned it in in the moment techno: whats this? tommy: a crown, thought it suit you screams in the distance tommy: huh. i need to go. have fun lil piglin. ruffles technos hair before running off towards the screaming unbeknownst to the pig the blood god was actually the one waiting for the god he met. techno: stares at the crown

Techno found a pouch of gold in his ‘house’ later that day. he didnt know who left it but it helped him get food for that night. (he kept the crown)

okay but imagine tommy not taking the war seriously at all, and only seeing it as a squabble between mortals, Like toddlers fighting

dream: SURENDER BY TOMMOROW OR WE'LL DECLARE WAR! wilbur: FUCK YOU WE'LL NEVER SURENDER AND JOIN YOUR SMP! Tommy: how cute

tommy doesnt realise that theyre serious until wilbur dies

tommy would usually go apeshit against anyone who dares messes with his humans, but what is he supposed to do when his humans are fighting Eachother?

wilbur: fucking goes insane and dies tommy: hey- hey can you guys let me talk to wil for a sec? everyone else leaves tommy, unsually somber: sorry i didnt help you i forgot how easily breakable mortals are tommy: this time you wont die, and i'll make it so that you dont break again, okay? tommy: brings wilburs soul out of its body and enters his mindscape ghostbur: wakes up what- where am i? tommy: hi there ghostbur: who are you tommy: i go by a lot of names all, one, you, the world, the universe, god, but you can just call me tommy ghostbur: oh okay. who am i? tommy: you're name was wilbur soot. you were the son of philza minecraft and brother to Technoblade, Tubbo and myself. ghostbur: was? tommy: well you see, you died. ghostbur: oh... well what am i then? tommy: a ghost! well actually its your choice. would you like to continue your existance or fade away with your body? ghostbur: i dont want to fade away! tommy: smiles thats what i thought you'd say stretches his hand to wilbur ghostbur: grabs tommy hand tommy: lets go home

ghostbur doesnt remember that though

he only remembers the good

tommy wont let him remember the bad, what if he breaks again? mortals are so fragile

phil realises what tommy did as soon as he sees ghostbur

drista, painting tommys nails (there both in god form btw) (after wilburs death btw): tommy shouldn't you of all gods realise how fragile they are? tommy: i know just... forgot drista: sighs and nods i get what you mean, especially with the ones we found... they act a lot like gods sometimes i forgot they arent tommy: ikr? wait- drista here gets drista's hair out of her face you were gonna get it on my nails, anyways, don't judge me. we all know if dream died you would turn him into a ghost too drista: smirks not if you do it first, we all know you would tommy: you say that as if you wouldn't fight me to do it first drista: .... tommy: ... drista: both of us when he dies? tommy: nods tommy: anyways my turn to do your nails

or like tommy with ghostbur like

ghostbur: i don't like this :( tommy, a worried brother and god: whats wrong? ghostbur: everyone is mad at me and i d-dont know why- why are they mad at me tommy: theyre mad at something alivebur did ghostbur: b-but im not alivebur sniffs it hurts. i dont like it. tommy: spawns in some blue here ghostbur: whats that? tommy: its some blue! it'll help you not hurt anymore! ghostbur: how does it work? tommy: see how its blue? ghostbur: nods tommy: well its blue because it sucks up all the bad feelings! it'll help ghostbur: !!!!! ghostbur: presses the blue into his chest ghostbur: !!!!its working!!!! :D tommy: smiles good

wilbur fucking died and tommy went from annoying little brother to caring older brother

tommy just wants to help his brother :) though he doesnt realise that not letting ghostbur remember bad memories isnt good

*at logsted shire btw* ghostbur: who are you? tommy, chuckling: did you forget me already ghostbur? ghostbur: i didnt forget you! i think! you're tommy! i just... you're different tommy, looks over at ghostbur: different how? ghostbur: you're not normal are you? tommy: grins whaaaaat? you think im weirdddd? how heartbreaking... my own brother thinks im weird, this is terrible ghostbur: giggles tommy: but really, don't worry about it bur. ghostbur: you sure? tommy: yeah, dont worry about me ghostbur: smiles okay! do you want some blue anyways? tommy: giggles sure! ghostbur: grins

ghostbur isnt worried about tommy

he knows hes strong

phil having to tell tommy that he cant just not let wilbur remember the bad memories

and tommys like "what if he breaks again!" and phil hugs him and tells him to at least ask ghostbur if he wants to remember and tommys like ‘fine’

tommy: hey bur? ghostbur: yeah? tommy: do you like you're memories? ghostbur: i mean, yeah its hard not to when you only remember the good tommy, quietly: would you want to remember the bad? ghostbur: w-what brought this question on tommy: answer the question ghostbur: no- alivebur was badi shouldn't want to- tommy: but what do you want bur? wilbur, silent for a moment: yeah- yeah i do. not that i like the bad memories! they hurt... but i wish i could remember tommy: ... ghostbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? ghostbur, with tears in his eyes: do you think they'd be less mad at me if i could remember, maybe then i could repair my relationships, what the hell am i supposed to do when i dont even remember hurting them? tommy: what if they dont? what if you break again? ghostbur, saltily: we'll maybe i'll be able at least be able to say i know why everyone hates me tommy: i know how to get all of your memories back ghostbur, looks towards tommy in shock: you do??? tommy: nods ghostbur, voice wavering: for how long tommy: since the beginning ghostbur: and you didnt tell me tommy: i did what i thought was best. i just didnt want you to hurt anymore. ghostbur, angrily: WELL THAT CLEARLY WORKED DIDNT IT? tommy: sorry wilbur, sometimes i forget how to handle humans ghostbur: what- tommy: sighs and taps ghostbur on the forehead and ghostbur does the ghost equivilent of passing out tommy: wont hide any memories this time

ghostbur doesnt wake up, instead wilbur wakes up weither thats good or bad we'll see

wilbur, waking up with all his memories: HOLY SHIT TOMMY WASN'T KIDDING phil, who was reading beside the bed tommy placed wilbur into, which was in technos house. yes he broke into technos house with a passed out wilbur. move on.: hm? wilbur: holy shit phil: huh? yeah. wilbur: wait you knew? phil: yeah i recongnized him as soon as i saw him about 5 years ago now? wilbur: excuse me while i freak out because my little brother is an actual god

it really hits wilbur that tommy is a god later

wilbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? wilbur: how fucking old are you? tommy: snorts of course thats the first thing you ask wilbur: well? tommy: i dont really know the exact years since years are kind of a human thing that were invented recently wilbur: they were invented thousands of years ago- tommy: but it was around the beginning of this galaxy wilbur, softly: what the fuck

tommy telling wilbur stories about different heros and villains and different humans he met during his life.

Adsjbffsg what if Tommy made himself blonde and blue eyed and white bc thats hyow the first human he met looked like asjfhsd

and just didnt change that, despite meeting new humans, its just his defult settings.

he would totally do this tho im crying.

drista just based her human form off dream because she is his sister now. he must deal with this. trying disowning me when i look like you BITCH.

thats my take anyways later might continue this

#tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #drista #god au #technoblade #wilbur soot #ghostbur #dreamwastaken #tubbo #philza minecraft #long post #just needed to say this

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sunflowerdarlingx · 4 years

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Draco Malfoy (18+)

Hi everyone, I hope you’re all okay!

“To be continued”

This is part two of my previous Draco smut. Part one . Any feedback is aprreciated like always, also, please let me know who you would like me to write about next.

Female reader

Warnings: Oral (female recieving), fingering

Minors DNI

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The next morning both Draco and Y/N woke up with the biggest smiles on their faces, the pair of them shooting out of bed to get ready, in hopes of seeing each other at breakfast.

As Y/N made her way to the great hall she was pulled behind one of the pillars, a hand covered her mouth as she thrashed about, “calm down trouble, it’s only me” Draco chuckles as he sets her down. “Damn it Draco! You scared me half to death” Y/N’s hand smacks his chest.

Draco's hands find her waist and he pulls her closer to him “sorry darling, just wanted your attention”, Y/N laughs at this “you had my attention last night” she places a soft kiss to his lips. His right hand travels up her back as he holds the back of her neck pulling her in closer, their kiss is soft but hungry, calm but demanding.

Draco pulls away and runs his hand across Y/N’s cheek, “would you like to have breakfast with me trouble?” his voice is soft, he’s scared she will reject him. Maybe last night was a onetime thing...maybe she’s not interested in me like that...what if she regrets last night...fuck.

“I’d love to”, Y/N places her lips to his once more before taking his hand and dragging him from behind the pillar. “How’d ya sleep” she asks as Draco wraps an arm around her waist pulling her in close, “didn’t really sleep if I'm honest, was a bit..distracted” , Y/N smirks and looks up to Draco, “oh I was the same...thoughts kept wandering somewhere else”.

“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?” Draco asks as they enter the great hall, walking over to the Slytherin table. As Draco sits down, Y/N leans into his ear, “I was distracted by the fact I didn’t get to cum”, Draco swallowed thickly and looked at the girl beside him. “I...oh...I um...I’m sorry” Draco stutters, feeling guilty for leaving her last night - the look on his face was priceless.

“It’s okay, not your fault” she grabs a slice of toast and looks up at Draco, he can’t take his eyes off her, fear consumes him. Shes mad at me...how did I fuck up so quick...I should have made her come back with me...she thinks I’m useless...”I didn’t even think, I’m really sorry babe” he says, pouring her a glass of juice. “Draco, it’s fine, I sorted myself out when I got back to my dorm” she says casually.

“You what?” Draco asks, mouth open, shock taking over her features, “morning Malfoy, Y/L/N” Blaise is now sat in front of the pair, along with Crabbe and Goyle. He sends Draco a wink and looks Y/N up and down. “What you doing her Y/L/N, don’t think the rest of Hufflepuff will enjoy their golden girl sitting with the school's troublemakers” Blaise’s voice sounds almost flirtatious, but the wink he sends her way confirms it.

Draco’s fist clenches around his fork, the action alone has Y/N soaking at his jealousy. Placing her hand in his lap she looks up to Blaise, “Draco and I have some business that needs to be continued”. Blaise nods and starts to eat his breakfast. Y/N turns her body slightly leaning into Draco, “are you jealous?” she whispers in his ear, he looks at her through the corner of his eye “maybe” he replies coolly as he takes a sip of his drink.

Hooking her finger at his chin, she turns him to look at her, just like how she did last night. “Do you want me to be yours Draco?” she whispers softly and he nods “well show him what’s yours”. Her words alone go straight to his cock and to top it all off she pulls him towards him, lips barely touching. He wraps a hand around her throat and pulls her closer to him, kissing her deeply. A few cheers are heard around them – not that either of them is paying attention. Y/N pulls away blushing slightly as Draco smirks to himself, going back to his breakfast as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

“Didn’t realise you two were together Draco” Crabbe says with a mouth full of food, “only happened recently Crabbe, gonna need you lads to stay out of the room today, if that’s alright”. Y/N whacks Draco’s chest, glaring at him, the boys all laugh at her reaction. “No problem mate, planned to go to the three broomsticks anyway so it’s all yours” Blaise replies with a wink. Y/N can't help the blush that paints her skin or the smile that takes over previous stern glare when Draco turns to wink at her, placing a few kisses over her face before setting his lips on hers.

Draco pulls her into the room, laying back on his bed, an arm outstretched to pull Y/N into his side. “Didn’t think Draco Malfoy would be a cuddler” she giggles as he buries his head in her neck, placing soft kisses on her skin. “I didn’t think the school's golden girl would love a mouthful of my cock as much as she did, guess we are both surprised” he says with a laugh that turns into a groan as Y/N whacks his shoulder...again.

Y/N pouts and Draco kisses her, once, twice, three times and Y/N can’t help but smile. “So Draco...what does to be continued mean?” she raises her eyebrows playfully as Draco pulls her in closer. “Well...” he pauses to kiss her again “What do you want it to mean love?”, Y/N smirks and places her hand on Draco’s chest, slowly tracing down to the waistband of his joggers.

“I hope it means you’re gonna repay me for last night”, Draco’s eyes get darker as he pulls Y/N in for another kiss, he pulls her closer, turning so she straddles his waist. The kiss is heated, sloppy, teeth clattering, and the sound of Draco’s groans mix sweetly with Y/N’s moans as she grinds down on him

“Tell me what you want baby” he barely gets out as Y/N starts to trail kisses down his neck. Y/N sits up, pulling her shirt above her head, Draco leaning up with her, “I want you to fuck me Draco”. His hands go straight to her chest, his lips trailing down her neck before capturing her nipple between his lips. She tugs at his hair, grinding her hips down on his. Draco pulls away lifting his top over his head, before standing up with Y/N, they make quick work of getting their clothes off.

Draco pulls Y/N into his lap again, his hands gripping her waist as he kisses her “I did all the work last night Draco” she whines. Draco chuckles against her neck “I thought taking the lead was your thing” she rolls her eyes, a shocked squeal leaving her lips as Draco flips them over. He runs his hands up and down her thighs, kissing down her chest, “tell me what you want baby...do you want my fingers?” his hand traces along the bottom of her stomach and around her upper things, “or maybe my tongue?” he kisses along the same path his hands travelled, “or...do you want my cock deep inside your tight little cunt?”.

Y/N moans at his words, her wetness dripping down her legs “please Draco”, “I asked you what you want baby, you better tell me or you’ll get nothing” his lips trail down her thighs, sucking softly, leaving his mark. “I...I want it all” she moans, her hips bucking slightly.

Draco smirks against her thigh, his hand gripping her knees, pulling them apart, “are you sure baby?” Y/N groans at his teasing, “yes Draco...ple” her sentence was cut short as Draco slowly runs his tongue up her pussy, sucking her clit softly. “Fuck...Draco....feels so good” her hands tug at his hair as his fingers slowly tease her entrance. Draco slowly starts to finger her, adding a second digit, he feels Y/N buck her hips. His other hand comes up and settles over her stomach, rubbing soft circles across it.

“Taste so good baby...” he curls his digits hitting that sweet spot inside her “uhh..ohh...just like that Draco” he brings his mouth back down to her pussy, the feeling of his fingers and tongue bringing her closer to the edge. “Draco...feels so good...fuck right there...just like that” her needy whimpers and moans are driving Draco wild.

“Thats it pretty girl, cum on my fingers and then you can cum around my cock? That sound good?” Y/N can only nod in response, the familiar knot in her stomach getting tighter, “that's in baby” Draco can feel her tighten around his fingers, her moans getting higher, her breathing ragged, “cum for me”.

Y/N’s climax washes over her, she’s a shaking mess below Draco, whimpering his name over and over. Draco laps up her juices, standing over her after she comes down from her high. Wiping his chin, he leans in to kiss her, “such a good girl aren’t you”. Y/N looks up at him, barely able to form a sentence, “fuck me” she moans into the kiss “please”

“How can I say no when you're so polite” he chuckles and goes over to his bedside table grabbing a condom. He leans over Y/N again, “are you sure this is what you want baby? We can stop if you want to, I don’t mind” he kisses her softly, “I think I might scream if you stop now” she giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly.

Draco lines himself up, one hand on her waist and the other gripping the base of his cock. He pushes in slowly, a whimper leaving Y/N’s lips and a soft groan leaving his “so tight for me baby”, Y/N lifts her hips to his after a moment and Draco slowly starts to thrust his hips forward. Each and every thrust is deep, not to hard and not too fast, its slow and sensual. His lips find their way to Y/N’s, he pulls back and places a kiss to her forehead, “you’ve got no idea how long I’ve waited for this baby...god you feel so good around my cock...” he feels Y/N tighten around him.

“Fuck Draco...you're so big...fill me up so good” she moans as he hits that spot inside her over and over, he buries his head in her neck, both of his arms are set on the bed, resting on his elbows. “So...so tight” he mumbles, his lips on her skin cause goosebumps to decorate her neck.

His thrusts start to get sloppy, his hand reaching down to rub circles on her clit, “D..Draco...feels so good...please don’t stop” she moans, back arching in pleasure “wasn’t planning on it baby” Draco whispers in her ear. “’m so close” her moans are quiet, Draco lifts his head so he can look at her, her eyes are screwed shut and her mouth is in an o shape, “open your eyes baby, look at me when you cum”. She opens her eyes, her lids heavy, “gonna cum” she moans loudly as Draco thrusts his hips a little harder “me to” he kisses her once more before she comes undone beneath him.

She cums moaning his name over and over again. Her cunt clenching around his cock and her beautiful eyes looking up at him sends Draco over the edge and he cums, filling up the condom.

He rides out both of their orgasms and pulls out, throwing the condom in the bin. He wraps a blanket around Y/N and cuddles in next to her. “That was amazing” he says and kisses her cheek, “it was indeed” she smiles over at him, a slight dazed look on her face.

They sit in silence for a few moments before Y/N speaks up, “so..so what are we Draco?” she whispers softly, turning to run her hand through his hair. His eyes are shut and he opens one, “I thought we agreed in the great hall you were mine”, Y/N can't help but smile ear to ear and nod eagerly. Draco smiles back and pulls her in for a kiss, “well girlfriend, will we get cleaned up and head to dinner?”. Draco stands up, grabbing some clothes for himself and some for Y/N, “hold these gorgeous”, Y/N takes them in her lap and Draco lifts her bridal style, carrying her into the bathroom.

“you know...” he sets her down turning on the shower “we could continue in here...”

#draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader

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sonderthroughthestreets · 4 years

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Hiii! I think @/skam_mix made drawing of Sobbe at a museum so I was wondering if you could write something based on that with prompt 139 pls? Maybe Robbe comes o visit Sander at his job ! thanksss

Hi anon! 🥺💕 thats really cute and reminds me of my favourite fic ever of sobbe at the museum!! This drawing is so cuteee!!

If you don’t mind I combined you with @dagcutie who gave me this idea!

139. “God I missed you”

Dialogue Prompts!

Robbe’s job was not quite boring, but it wasn’t exactly interesting either.

Not when he had to tell the same story over and over again, name the same sight-seeing locations over and over again, and hand out the same pamphlets over and over and again. As a museum tour guide, it became a little tedious as time passed and while he had his days, days where he’d meet someone in a group actually interested in the information, or find someone who cracked a joke actually worth laughing at, or see a small child light up with wonder and a smile on their face...for the most part, this was just a summer job.

At least to him.

This job actually required a lot of skills and research. A lot of walking and knowing his way around places, knowing his way around people and communicating with them. So, while he hadn’t graduated yet, he was studying for a degree in Linguistics including taking courses for French, Spanish and Italian and he learned to pick up on quite a few things as he worked here.

Finishing up on a round with tourists, he decided to take his lunch break.

The thing is, Robbe never actually liked leaving the museum during his break. He liked walking around exploring certain exhibits first, a couple of small moments to himself, and then grabbing a bite to eat. He had made it his everyday goal to visit new ones. This time it was an art exhibit, a new showing at the museum.

He made his way through the pieces, slowly staring at them, taking them in, reading up the plaques about the artists. He was so engrossed in the art that he almost didn’t notice a pair of eyes staring at him from across the room. He looked over to the stranger with bleached hair in a black t-shirt, his eyes shining, and a shy but knowing smile on his face. He looked down, smiling to himself and then looked to the art in front of him.

Robbe couldn’t say he wasn’t curious about this stranger. If it wasn’t his stark white hair, it was the look he had held in his eyes just a few seconds ago. But unfortunately, Robbe was running out of time during his break, and his stomach was grumbling in desperate need of food. -

He saw him again in a couple of days. White shirt this time, white hair, same smile on his face. Twice is a coincidence, thought Robbe. But then he saw him again another day in the same week. Three is a pattern.

By the fourth day on the second week, Robbe’s interest had piqued enough. The only reason he had visited the same exhibit a twice, third and fourth time was because of this tall, dark stranger. Okay, he was tall but he wasn’t dark, not with a smile like that. Robbe would be lying to himself if he said he also didn’t think this stranger was attractive.

And by the looks of it, Tall Dark Stranger might’ve thought Robbe was attractive, too.

He saw him staring intensely at a painting on the wall, so focused on the piece. Then, he instinctively reached out almost as if he were to touch the painting. Robbe knew he couldn’t and he probably wouldn’t, but his reflexes worked faster than his mind and he was quickly rushing up to him all the same. The stranger‘s hand did pull away in time, just enough to flash him a smirk as he approached.

“Did you really think I’d touch it?” he asked.

Robbe looked at him, eyes gleaming with a smile.

“No,” he said. “But as a tour guide, I just act on instinct, you know?”

“A tour guide, huh?” Tall Dark Stranger’s lips curved as he eyed his uniform. “Can you give me a tour here?”

“I’m not really experienced in this exhibit. Art is not my area of expertise,” said Robbe.

“What is then?”

“Um, I gives tours on most of the historical and anthropological exhibits here. Sometimes I just like walking around looking at new ones,” he admitted.

“Ah,” the stranger nodded. “And would you like to learn something about art, Robbe?”

Robbe stared at him for a second, dumbfounded at him knowing his name. Then, he realized he had probably read his name tag.

“I would...”

“Sander,” he smiled.

Tall Dark Stranger was Sander.

As Robbe smiled, he walked beside Sander beginning the first of many of rounds in art exhibits at the museum that day.

They spent the day just talking and walking shoulder to shoulder, hands just barely brushing. Every once in a while Robbe would speed up ahead of him, running up to some artifact, a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke about it. Sander watched him get completely lost in it, explaining the facts. And at one point, Robbe noticed the smile that stretched across his face.

“I’m talking too much, aren’t I?” Robbe asked, laughing insecurely.

“No, no, you’re not,” Sander stifled another smile. “It’s just...you seem to like your job,” he said. “That’s really rare. But good.

“I don’t-I don’t necessarily hate it,” Robbe swallowed uncomfortably. “But it keeps me busy,” he said.

“Busy...” Sander repeated.

“Yeah, it’s just temporary, you know? I haven’t really figured out what I actually wanna do,” he said.

Sander’s lips just curved the slightest as he looked off to the side, sipping the coffee they’d bought earlier.

“What?” asked Robbe.

“Nothing,” said Sander. Another moment passed. Another sip of coffee. “You’re really good at it,” he complimented.

“Thanks,” Robbe smiled.

Unfortunately, that was also the last time that Robbe saw him. -

It had been a month since he saw Sander and his chest was starting to ache a little. He missed this stranger that kept coming at the museum to not only stare at art but stare at him like he was art. Tall Dark Stranger he came to know as Sander. He wished he actually got to know him, though.

Taking a breath, he continued with a smile on his face, giving his tours and answering questions, ignoring that grave, deep-set, soreness making a home in his chest.

Another week had gone by and Robbe was starting to lose all hope. You don’t even know him, he thought. It was ridiculous, it really was. But if it was just a crush, some silly feeling that was supposed to go away after the first two weeks, it would’ve been gone by now.

And yet... -

He saw him!

Robbe was walking over to their favourite piece, the first one they’d been standing in front of when Sander pretended to the touch the painting and he was there lamenting his presence when a head of bleached hair peeked through the crowd.

When their eyes met, it seemed as if time slowed a little. His steps toward him seemed agonizing slow to Robbe, at least, even though in reality he was probably moving like a normal person. Sander had the hugest smile on his face and while Robbe had been upset and disappointed the past month, he couldn’t help but return that smile, too.

“Hi,” said Sander, sparks going off in his eyes.

“Hey,” said Robbe, heart beating fast in his chest.

Sander awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“So, I’m sorry I haven’t been coming here anymore, but I was on vacation with my family,” he explained.

Oh.

“And I wanted to tell you, but I think I came here on your day off or maybe you were sick,” he added quickly.

Robbe had been sick. He had eaten some bad shrimp the day before and unfortunately his stomach refused to let him come to work the next day. He was mentally cursing himself for ever choosing shrimp as an option for food. Regretting every life decision. But he smiled through it.

“That’s okay,” Robbe said. “You don’t have to explain.”

While the confident sparkle didn’t disappear in Sander’s eyes, he squinted them almost a mix between confusion and cringe.

“Is it...” he started. “Is it weird if I say that I missed you?”

Robbe’s heartbeat slowed down now.

“No,” he replied. “Not at all. I mean it is, but the feeling’s mutual, so.”

He couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading across his freckled cheeks. He saw Sander inhale.

“God, I missed you,” he breathed quietly.

Robbe’s eyes dipped to the ground, lashes fluttering as he stood, still smiling.

“I missed you, too,” he said.

They both stayed in place, shuffling their toes silently.

“If you want I could give you a special tour right now,” Robbe offered.

“Wow, my very own special tour? Just for me?” Sander teased.

“Just for you,” nodded Robbe. “It’s not free though.”

Sander’s face pretended to sink just then.

“What do I owe you? Dinner and a date?” he asked, his smirk returning.

“Maybe your number, too,” Robbe teased back.

“You got it,” he winked at him.

Robbe’s job wasn’t boring, no. But it definitely did get more interesting. Especially with a Tall Dark Stranger interested in him.

#anon #dialogue prompts #Pauline hbd!!!#this isn’t technically your bday present but I hope you enjoy it still 🥺🥺😌😌💫💫💕💕💕

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goldenfawnwriting · 4 years

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Im Not Enough

A/N: Basing this one off the song July by Noah Cyrus, it’s what inspired me and I also painted a watercolor postcard to the song of Tsukki so thats what this is all about lmao

I’ve been holding my breath

I’ve been counting to ten

Over something you said

I’ve been holding back tears

While you’re throwing back beers

I’m alone in bed

You tossed and turned in bed, you couldn’t sleep if it saved your life. You were just too stressed. Tsukki never failed to upset you some days, he just had this way of picking up on your mood and finding the words to make it even worse. He attacked all of your weak spots and you honestly couldn’t tell why he was even with you anymore. You wondered why he hadn’t broken up with you, since he obviously couldn’t stand you.

It had been a week of straight torment everyday. You knew he was stressed with upcoming exams and volleyball prelims but you had tried your best to make it better. You gave him your notes, to which he said were worthless coming from you, you didn’t pay attention anyway. That one hurt. Then you made him fresh strawberries and pudding as a snack before he left for his game. He told you it was too sweet before a game and that he didn’t like it anyway.

You know I, I’m afraid of change

Guess that’s why we stay the same

You wiped tears away. It was nearly midnight. you picked up your phone from your bedside table, tapping against the screen to wonder if Tsukki was still awake. He probably was, he usually stayed up late studying but, did you really want to bother him? Would that be a mistake? You sent the text anyway.

20 minutes later you hadn’t gotten a reply only a notification saying he had read it. With that, you concluded that he didn’t want to be bothered. You decided to text him again anyway.

So tell me to leave,

I’ll pack my bags, get on the road

find someone who loves you better than I do

Darling, I know

Cause you remind me everyday I’m not enough

But I still stay

‘Tsukki we need to talk.’

You sent. He took a minute, before you got a ping as he replied.

‘About what.”

He replied. You sighed before beginning to type.

‘you don’t care for me anymore tsukki. I can’t do this anymore. It feels like you hate me anymore and I can’t do anything right.’

He took a while to reply before there was another ping.

‘I don’t hate you.’

Thats all he had for you. All he had to say.

Feels like a lost cause

just trying to get by, while we’re dying inside

I’ve done a lot of things wrong

loving you being one

But I can’t move on

‘You don’t love me either’

You retorted. It took him awhile again.

‘I do.”

‘you don’t act like it’

You were crying at this point, tears silently slipping down your cheeks. You wiped them away with your sleeve but Tsukki didn’t reply.

When you saw him at school the next day you didn’t meet him at his locker before class like you usually did every morning. It always seemed to bother him anyway, so you skipped it. You didn’t notice as you made your way to homeroom but, his eyes followed you all the way down the hallway until you turned into your classroom. He didn’t understand why you didn’t meet him at his locker. You always did. Even if he complained you always were there, every morning.

Were you really that upset? He wondered if there was something else wrong. Did something happen that you weren’t telling him about? Was someone bothering you? Was someone saying something to you?

He was going to go to your class and see you before the day started but he didn’t want to bother you. Maybe you needed space, then you’d talk to him at lunch. You two always sat together so surely he’d see you.

But when lunch rolled around you didn’t meet him at your usual spot on the roof. He sat on the bench and didn't even eat. He was too busy waiting for you to remember he had food.

You know I, I’m afraid of change

Guess thats why we stay the same

He found you in the front courtyard, talking to a girl he didn’t know. Maybe it was one of your friends but he never took the time to actually know them.

“Y/n.”

He called. You gave him a look, your eyes glazed over, your face straight, like you were void of emotion at all. It was like you didn’t know him or something.

“Did you need something?”

You asked, your tone stabbing him in the gut. It was like you were inconvenienced by his presence. Like he just interrupted something incredibly more important.

“U-uh ya..”

The friend walked away, giving him a weird look. He was majorly confused.

So tell me to leave,

I’ll pack my bags, get on the road

find someone who loves you better than I do

Darling, I know

Cause you remind me everyday I’m not enough

But I still stay

If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave

And baby I’ll go

He really wasn’t sure what to say.

“Why didn’t you come for lunch? You didn’t even see me this morning.”

You sighed, like you were annoyed.

“Oh, you wanted me to?”

He didn’t know how to reply.

“Well... You’re still coming to practice right?”

He asked. You turned away, picking up your things from the bench by the tree.

“I don't know, I’m kinda busy after school.”

You mumbled, starting to walk away from him.

“Y-Y/n, you always come to-”

“I’m busy Tsukishima.”

He went silent at the use of his full name. What were they, strangers? There was definitely something up with you.

You remind me every day

I’m not enough but I still stay

He skipped practice for the first time ever after school. Instead he walked you home, letting himself in after you. He greeted your mother who just shot him a sad look before following you into your room and shutting the door behind you.

“You never skip practice.”

You pointed out emotionlessly. He stood by the door as you sat at your desk silently.

“Y/N what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been acting different-”

You finally broke, your anger seeping into your words.

“Different? That’s weird huh?”

He gave you a weird look. What was with the sarcasm?

“Yes..”

He mumbled. He didn’t know how to reply.

“I guess you don’t like being treated the same way you treat me. Nonchalance, annoyance, like you aren’t worth my time.”

“I-I dont-”

“Don’t start.”

He recognized the words he had said to you many times. Don't start. It always shut you down before you got a word out.

“Don’t be like that Y/N-”

“I’m trying to study Tsukishima.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“It’s your name.”

“You don’t call me that though.”

You rolled your eyes, his signature move when dealing with you. He felt his throat closing up and tears pricking his eyes but he swallowed them, refusing to acknowledge his fear.

“I’m done chasing after you. I’ve done quite enough of that already. If you don’t want to be bothered by me then you won’t be.”

You choked out. He knew this was hurting you just as much as it was him.

“N-no, I don’t want you to stop-”

“Then act like you like me! Act like I’m not a nuisance! I’m done feeding your ego! I’m so done feeding your god complex!”

You yelled. He flinched. You had never yelled at him before, you never yelled at all before.

“G-god complex?”

“You go around acting like I’m just a stupid girl with a crush that annoys the shit out of you! Like you don’t want me around, like you hate me! No one can even tell we’re dating Tsukishima! If anything they would assume I’m hopelessly devoted to you and you’re just fed up!”

“I’m not fed up...”

He whimpered.

“Then act like it. Or leave me the hell alone.”

You growled, glaring at him with tears brimming your eyes. He wanted to go to you, to hug you but, he didn’t know if that’s what you needed or not. He’d never seen you like this. He went out on a limb anyway, pulling you into his arms, sitting down on your bed and pulling you into his lap. You shoved your face into his jacket, sobbing.

He didn’t realize he was so cold to you, you always seemed happy about everything, he didn’t even know it bothered you. He sat his head against yours, holding you tight as you cried. One hand moved to take his glasses off and wipe a tear from his eyes as he silently let a few slip by. He would never let you know though.

Another moment went by before he lifted your chin, pressing a kiss against your lips. He could feel your tears running down onto your lips and he pushed even more passion into the kiss. He heard the little squeak come from you as he pulled you as close as he could, kissing you harder. It was as if he wanted all of his emotions to be said in that one kiss. His hand holding the back of your neck, his other arm wrapped around you tightly.

He would never come so close to losing you again.

#tsukishima imagine #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei #kei tsukki

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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1026

Do you like bacon? I’m not as wild about it as I used to be, but I’m still definitely into the whole put-bacon-on-everything schtick and I have no problem trying out novelty items that put bacon in donuts, or oatmeal, or cake, or whatever it is haha.

Have you ever wished for something to come true and it did? I mean, yes. It’s ranged from something as simple as “I wish it rains today,” to something as big as wishing that the person I like liked me back.

Do you like Rammstein? I’m familiar with the name but I’m not necessarily a fan.

Do you know a friend of a friend? Yes. I used to drink with Angela’s friends from arki. We never ended up being close but they were always great people to have a few drinks with.

Do you smile for no reason? I usually smile for a reason.

if somebody paid you a million dollars to get a green mohawk would you? Sure. I only stay at home anyway and that makes this whole thing not that big of a deal, honestly.

Ever had a BLT? Did you like it? It’s too basic a sandwich for me, but I wouldn’t turn it down if it were the only option available. I’d still remove the tomatoes, though; I never liked those in my burgers or sandwiches.

Are you in College? Not anymore; I graduated a few months ago.

Have you ever been to a State Fair? We don’t have those here, first of all because we don’t have states haha.

Do you like Youtube? I enjoy a number of YouTube channels and I certainly visit the site everyday, but I don’t like the way the corporation itself runs their website. It’s since become very different from what YouTube used to be.

If so whats your favorite channel? At the moment it’s Good Mythical Morning, but I also have a number of other subscriptions like BuzzFeed (for their Worth It series), First We Feast, Try Guys, PewDiePie, Anthony Padilla, Anna Park, a couple of channels dedicated to pro wrestling, some eating ASMR channels, among others.

Do you enjoy compulsively cleaning electronics? Can’t say I do.

What is your favorite small dog breed? Are beagles considered small dogs? I love them.

Do you smell bacon cooking? Nopes but I do have a dark chocolate macadamia cookie from Starbucks beside me that I can faintly smell.

Have you ever bitten anything for any unknown reason? What was it? I like biting on straws, but that’s about it I think.

Do you like the movie "The Master Of Disguise"? I don’t think I’ve heard of it before.

What is the closest thing to you thats red? A paper bag under my desk that holds all the artsy stuff I’ve bought over the years, like my coloring books and paintings.

Have you ever gone into a toystore just to play with the toys? That’s always made me feel like a freeloader haha, so I never go to toy stores just for that purpose. I’d sometimes play with whatever exhibits they have, but I make sure to go through the different toy sections too.

When was the last time you went through a Mcdonalds Playplace? Maybe when I was 5 ot 6 maybe? I went to Burger King’s playground way more often since we dined there more. Also, there were always fewer kids so it was more fun to play there.

Do you have an annoying dog? Cooper’s a beagle, who are notoriously big balls of energy, and so there are days I just can’t keep up with his energy and for those moments I do have shorter patience with him. It’s really not his fault, though.

What was the first comic book you ever had an obsession over? I was never into comic books. I tried for a long time because my two favorite wrestlers are into them, but just couldn’t jump on that train.

Do you like kids pop-up books? Loved them as a kid but I was never obsessed enough to have them for my own. I was content reading pop-up books in the school library.

Does anybody else think bugs are cool and interesting? I’m sure there are tons of people out there, but not me.

What kind of toothpaste do you use? Colgate.

Do you own a pair of striped socks? I don’t think so, no.

What is the most random thing in your bedroom? An inflatable pig.

In a normal conversation do you slip out Latin? LOL no. I don’t think I’ve done that before, unless I was singing something in Latin on purpose.

Can you sing? No. I’m not tone-deaf, but I’m not anywhere near decent either.

If so, what is the highest note you can reach? -

Have you ever been to the cream cheese capital of the world? I don’t know which one that is.

Was this survey random? Enough for me to have a good time with it, yes.

Have you ever been in a parade? I’ve been to several Pride marches if they count.

What is your mothers, mothers maiden name? I don’t actually remember haha, so I wouldn’t be able to share it anyway. It’s a very Chinese-sounding name, though; that much I can share.

Do you have a different hairstyle? No. I just have bangs, which a lot of people already have.

Am I annoying yet? I don’t feel annoyed, so you’re good.

Do you like soybeans? I haven’t had actual soybeans. < Same, but I’m sure I like food products that have soybeans in them or are made out of soybeans.

Do you press buttons just to see what they do? Hahahahahahahaha yes that’s me, I’m that person with the restless fingers.

Do you still play pokemon? I never got into the video games because I was never any good at strategy-based games, but I did play Pokemon Go for a while especially when I was in freshman year of college. Overall, I was mostly into the anime.

What is your favorite pokemon? Jigglypuff.

Have you ever put blue streaks in your white cats hair? I have a white dog, but I wouldn’t do this to him even if you gave me dog-friendly dye. Just not my preference.

Are you blond? Nope.

Does it bother you when people have a collar turned up? No.

Are your nails painted? If so, what color? If not, do you like nail polish? They’re never painted. No, I personally don’t see the appeal of nail polish for myself but you do you.

Are you awesome? I’ll let other people be the judge of that.

As a kid did you like Barney, Baby Bop, or DJ more? Wasn’t it BJ? Anyway, I liked him the most, then Barney. I found Baby Bop way too whiny.

Have you been to the Bzoink Forums yet? I just go there to look for surveys. I don’t actually try out the other features.

Does any key on your computer and or laptop stick? No.

Does fire excite you? Fuck no lmao, I’m terrified of fire.

Have you ever sung in a choir? Never.

Do you go to church? Until March this year, I had attended mass every Sunday all my life. When Covid hit, we started watching YouTube recordings at home. So yeah, no escape.

Have you ever had a theme (pirate, ninja, civil war) day? Like, in school? Yeah we had a themed day in high school once. I forgot what the actual theme was but I remember going as Lara Croft. In college, we used to go with color-coordinated outfits for Valentine’s Day, e.g. people who had dates can wear red, those who are single can wear black, those in complicated relationships can wear brown, those who had crushes but can’t have them can wear yellow, etc. It wasn’t an official rule, of course, but it was always fun for those who chose to join haha.

Can you touch your tongue to your nose? Nopes.

Have you ever been to Philadelphia PA? No. It has an amazing reputation for being a passionate wrestling city though; it’d be cool to go there and see a local show or two.

Do you think Orlando Bloom is hot? He’s not unattractive, but I just never had a crush on him.

Do you think Twilight is over-rated? At some point I think it was, but it also got (and continues to get) so much hate that I think that has since been able to balance out the initial overrated-ness of it.

When was the last time you where sick? what did you have? I had a UTI in May, which I never would’ve known if I didn’t take a urine test because all I got was a high fever that never went away. Peeing was never painful for me during that time and my kidney region never hurt either.

What is your favorite number? 4.

Look at your toes. Sure.

If you are a girl do you hate girl drama? Idk what you mean by that. I never grew out of liking gossip, though.

If you are a guy do you hate girls who prolong the drama? -

ZZZ, im tired....are you? A little, but I have coffee so I might stay up for a bit because it’s Fridayyyyyyy.

Favorite indie music group? alt-J.

Have you ever pet a monkey? I don’t think I have.

Have you ever ridden a camel? Nopes.

Have you ever punched somebody? Never to hurt someone.

Do you like cupcakes? Love them.

Orange or lemon flavoring? Depends on what I’m consuming. I like orange chewy candies, but I like lemonade juice too.

Can you sing opera? Not a chance.

Touchpads or Mouse's? Touchpad.

Have you ever been to a Disney theme park? Nope, I haven’t.

#survey #surveys

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jinxthequeergirl · 6 years

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Stay with me tonight

Klaus hargeeves x reader

Requested by: @multifxndom-umbrellxs

Request:Do you take song fic requests? If you do can you please do either a Five Hargreeves or Klaus Hargreeves x reader based on the song Walk Me Home by P!nk? Thank you!!

Warning: swearing

This is a really cute idea I love this song and ideas quickly came to mind thank for the request love hope you enjoy!

Also deepest apologize if this actually sucks.it didn't turn out how I hoped

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You stepped into the doughnut shop looking around for a familiar face. Since you had no luck with that you settled on a booth towards the back against the window.

The Sun was setting outside the window filling the small dinner with a pretty pink and orange glow. "After noon miss can I get you anything?"

You looked up at the old lady who came up to serve you. "Sure can I get a tea and I dunno your special? Please?"

"Sure thing."

"Thank you so much." she nodded and headed back to the kitchen. "Y/n!?" you looked up at the entrance and quickly stood up.

"Klaus!" you both met in the middle running into each others arms hugging tightly. He pulled away holding your shoulders out at arms length. "Wow look at you! You haven't changed a bit!"

You laughed and rolled your eyes at him which made him smile. Something he handn't genuinely done in a long time. But seeing you roll your eyes at a complement like gave him a strange sense of comfort that showed you really hadn't changed.

"Well I can't say the same for you!" you booped his nose and freed yourself from his hold to sit back down. "How are you? I heard about your dad I'm sorry I didn't get in touch sooner I just....I thought After everything you wouldn't wanna see me-"

Klaus had say down across from you and furrowed your brows as you continued to ramble on. "Hey get it's alright what happened...it...it was my fault I pushed you away and you did what you had to do."

You sighed folding your arms. It was strange seeing eachother now. It was obvious you both thought so. When you where kids you two would just come here and talk about what ever came to mind. But after what happened it seemed that this conversation wasn't coming easily for either of you.

And it was strange because he called you first and made it seem urgent. You both looked up at each other and spoke at the same time. "Oh sorry you go.."

"No you."

"Ok uh Are you..You know still uh..."

"I'm getting better....well I'm trying to.."

You have a curt nods and looked at the plate and mug that was placed infront of you. Which you where unaware had arrived. "Thats..gnats good..great actually im...I'm proud of you...I just thought I would get that out of...out of the way so you...you go it sounded important when you called."

You finally looked you at him. A soft sad look across his face lit up by the setting Sun.

"I...I'm just so sorry I thought maybe I would see you again I missed you..."

You furrowed your brows. "Klaus...it's been a while Sure but...I know when somethings on your mind. C'mon you can talk to me."

You placed your hand over top of his and rubbed reasuring circiles on his hand with your thumb.

He looked at you and let out a long breath. "This...this week has been..." He trailed off. "Klaus?..."

You could see a tear fall from his face onto the table. "Klaus what's wrong!?"

You got up and moved to sit next to him. He only say in science and let more tears fall "Hey ok listen...we don't need to talk about that we can talk about something else? Like....like remember the time when we where younger and we looted that convinces store! And we ran all they way to the edge of town and sat under the stars eating that food..."

He chuckled. "Yea...what about the time you snuck up to my room and we spent hours rumaging through moms closet."

"Oh yea!" you had some how managed to get him to spend all night there just talking like you used to.

You glanced at your watch in the middle of a story. 10:35

"Hey Klaus..it's getting late so why don't we leave this place?"

He sighed and thought for a moment. You thought about how he acted when he was trying to talk to you. "I'll walk you home?" He looked up at you and smiled softly. "I would love that."

The both of you walked home in almost comeplet scilence. But not the uncomfortable scilence like earlier a comfortable one.

When you got to the front gate of the umbrella academy you both stopped. "Thanks for calling today Klaus even if you didn't say what-"

"I can't be alone with all that on my mind...so do you think you stay with me tonight?...."

You looked at the house. "Do you think they-"

"Who cares!? Y/n You spent so much of your life afraid they wouldn't aprove! If they do throw a fit they'll get over it! I need you I always have!"

You looked at him with a soft expression. "Alright...lead the way."

You both steped into the scilent house taking it all in. It was dark except for a few dim lights around the house that made it slightly easier to see. You where still standing in the main hall when Klaus turned back to you from halfway up the stairs. "Y/N?"

"Coming." You peeled your eyes from the painting in the sitting room of to the side and followed him up the steps.

When you arrived outside his room you smiled. "Wow this place hasn't changed at all...."

"Yea." he sat at the edge of the bed leaving a spot for you. You sat down and continued to admire the room. Suddenly you felt Klaus head fall onto your shoulder. "I Fell in love after you left..."

"That's good what-"

"I didn't think I would because I was so in love with you and I ruined it....I drove you away." You glanced down at him. Taking in what he was saying.

"An...and then I met Dave....he was....perfect..then I lost him too...."

You wrapped your arm around him as he continued to finally let everything spill out. Everything that happened with dave, with five and the apocolyps. You ended up curled up together on the bed listening to him. "There's so much wrong going on outside."

You sighed running your hands through his curly hair and kissing the top of his head. "Hey no matter what apocolyps or not I'll be here with you ok?"

"Thank you..."

#umbrella academy x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader

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psychosunflower-blog · 7 years

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Period||Jack Avery||Imagine 3♡

Summary: Jack takes care of you while your on your period

Words:1609

Warnings: none

Requested: to post on here yes

A cute picture of noodles♡

You walked into the Why don't we house that you shared with the boys, hoping to hear the beautiful voices of you're boyfriend and best friends or even them play fighting over a video game. But when you walked into the house you didn't hear any of that, actually you didn't hear anything, it was silent. You walked into the kitchen dropping your work bag on the island as you saw a note laying on the counter.

Gone shopping with the guys, Im bringing home you're favourite for Dinner. I love you babygirl xx Jack

You sighed as you put the note down. You've had the most horrible day, first parents and co-workers blowing up at you at work (you were a nurse) followed by a bitch at Starbucks on the way home who had made you feel horrible about yourself. Then to top it all off you had gotten a phone call from your mom who had left you in tears and you had been having horrible pain everywhere all day. To say you were emotionally exhausted was an understatement. All you wanted to do was lay in Jacks arms while all your problems melted away just by his touch, like you always did when things became too overwhelming but he wasn't here so you'd have to make due without him.

You walked into the room you and Jack shared and quickly stripped, taking off all of your work clothes and changing into sweatpants and a big shirt before tying your hair up in a messy bun and laying down, your side facing jacks side while your back faced the door of the room. You brought Jacks pillow to your chest, holding it tightly while shoving your face into the top of it, breathing in the sent of him before sleep took over you.

When Jack walked into the house with the boys, a bag of food in one hand and daisies in the other his face fell when he didn't see you on the couch binge watching whatever show you had decided one episode one wasn't enough of that day. Sometimes it was friends, sometimes it was shameless and sometimes it was even spongebob. He walked into the kitchen noticing your bag sitting on the counter with the note placed next to it. Some relief fell over him as he at least knew you were in the house, safe and sound. Jack had once had a horrible nightmare about you getting into a car accident after work once, it caused him extreme anxiety when you were late coming home from work or not seeing you when he walked through the door like he normally did, so him knowing you were home made a difference.

"Baby?" He called out to you as he walked up the stairs, on a mission to find you. After he called out to you he waited, but heard nothing back. Thats when he saw the door to the room you two shared closed.

He opened the door, and thats when he saw it. The red stain that had covered a large portion of your butt and some of the bed sheet. His heart broke for you, growing up with a sister close to his age he grew up understanding how hard all of this could be on a girl, even more so when it comes a surprise. He walked over and sat down by your shoulders before placing a small kiss on it and shaking you lightly.

You're eyes fluttered open, turning your head to see Jack with a small frown on his face, you instantly filled with worry, was he okay?

"Baby whats wrong?" You asked, your voice laced with the sleepiness you still had in you. It only took you a second before you could feel the wet through your pants and you looked up at him, tears threatening to fall. This was all you needed, after a horrible fucking day you needed to start your period and not only that but it was all over your bed sheets and your favourite pair of sweats and to make it worse Jack had been the first to see. You stood up causing him to move, tears now falling down your face. You started moving the pillows to the floor, getting ready to take the fitted bed sheet off when a sob escaped your lips . You felt warms wrap around your waist, moving you away from the bed before turning you around and hugging you tightly. You stood there crying, your knees soon became week and before you knew it jack picked you up and walked you into the bathroom.

He sat you on the toilet, walking over to the big soaker bath tub you two had and turned the water on before spraying lots of your favourite scent of bubbles into the water, waiting for the tub to finish filling.

Jack didn't say anything to you, he just pulled you up, until you were inches apart, eyes locked as you still had a few tears running down your face. Jacks hands moved to the hem of your shirt, giving it a little tug you raised both your arms, as he lifted it up leaving you exposed from the waist up. His eyes never left yours, not once. His warms hands found their way to your hips, bringing you closer, you were now chest to chest. Jack brought his lips to your collar bone, making a small trail of soft kisses up your neck to the base of your ear. Your eyes closed, every problem you had today simply melting away.

Jack pulled away, opening his eyes which yet again locked with yours, never once looking at your exposed chest, this caused you to put a small smile on your face. Before you knew it both you and Jack had stripped completely, you leaving the stained paints in the sink.

He got into the bath first, his back against the edge and his legs open for you to sit inside them, your back against his chest as his face was pressed against your shoulder, leaving small kisses all over while his hands made their way to your stomach, both of them rubbing your sides making the cramps go away.

"Tell me about your day beautiful" He whispered, kissing the base of your neck.

You started pouring it all out. You told him how a child's parent started freaking out on you, telling you that you didn't know how to do your job and then you told him about the lady at starbucks who made a horrible and untrue comment about your weight that made you throw your drink out and leave with a huge frown on your face. Then you told him how you got a call from your mother, who had bashed yours and jacks relationship from the second you answered the phone, the things she said were enough to break you down into a puddle of tears on the free way and then lastly you had told him how he wasn't there when you got home and all you really needed when you walked through the door was the look he'd always give you. The ' your doing amazing baby, Im so proud of you' Look. The look he had been giving you since the beginning of your relationship three years ago. When the whole world shit on you and made you feel like you couldn't do it, Jack made you feel like you could do anything. He was a superhero.

You both laid in the bath for a while, him kissing all over your back, rubbing up and down your sides to get your hips to stop hurting, him doing anything and everything he could to help stop the pain.

When you and Jack got out of the bath he wrapped a towel around his waist before opening his arms with a second towel in his hands for you. He wrapped it around your shoulders and started gently drying you off, not forgetting the soft kisses as he went along. He put you down on the toilet again, making you promise him that you would stay put, which you did.

Jack came back 20 minutes later with one of his big shirts, a pair of his sweatpants and his favourite pair of your underwear. He set them on the counter, taking the dirty pair from the sink and leaving to let you get dressed.

You looked in the mirror as you got dressed, a smile spread across your face. You had never felt so loved in you're whole fucking life, he had made you feel so fucking special. Every kiss on your back made your stomach do a flip and you could still feel the tingle from his lips on your neck.

When you walked out of the bathroom you saw Jack walking back into the room with a blanket, the food he had brought home for you along with the flowers and a stack of movies.

"I put the blanket in the dryer so it would be warm for you" He told you, giving you a smile.

God you loved this boy.

You two had finished eat and you were laying on your stomach with Jacks head laying on your shoulder as his hand slipped under your shirt to draw shapes with the tip of his finger. You fell asleep, but not before hearing him whisper

"I love you so much babygirl, sweet dreams"

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Where The World Dropped It’s Sin

The term ‘domino effect’ is quite bland for the things it usually refers to. Each object is perceived in black and white despite its coat of red. Although the phrase ’domino effect’ is not the ideal statement of war, it is the only anyone can find, for lack of a better phrase. When the murder of a nameless, faceless peasant gained popularity, those who wished to instigate violence had pinned the slaughter on nobles of power. Protests turned into riots, riots turned into subjugation, and subjugation turned into war. This war progressed, as most do, into discrimination of those of a different complexion; a complexion of dark hair and olive skin.

The town never had a name besides home; home for those missing purpose found it in its small alleys. Kindness radiated from the cracks in the brick and the holes in the wall. However, one individual exuded peace when it was overwhelmed by scarcity: Elric. His knowledge of herbology and healing hung in the various plants around the small room. The place was what people would call cozy despite the mismatched furniture and the chipped tiles. It was here he sat at the moment, fixing the hole in his quilt. It was here that a knock had startled him

“Hey El, um, so could you do me a favor?” Weylin asked, peaking out from behind the door frame, his voice holding the quality of a guilty dog.

Elric cocked his head, “What did you do now?” He had already known the answer but asking it let him poke fun at Weylin. Weylin shuffled inside the room, knowing his ability to fight in back alleys was already knowledge for Elric. It wasn’t a surprise to Elric when he walked inside the room with a scrape along his arm and a cut along his nose.

“Ok but before I start, I just gotta say, I didn’t start it,” he held up a finger to try and prove his point, “so I saw some dude steal bread from kids, and, like, thats not cool, so I went after him to get it back and um… I guess he was defensive about the bread.”

Elric let out an exasperated sigh and cleared a space for Weylin to sit down on the bed. “Just hold your face for a second, I don’t want you getting blood on the mattress.” Elric spoke in kind, soft tones but with Weylin, he was able to let sarcasm fall between his words. By the time Elric had sprawled the first aid kit out on the bed, the two boys were smiling about their ‘impending doom’ and dinner.

“I know you’re all for healthy food but I cannot constantly eat leaves. I need some spice, El, spice. I know you’ve heard of it.” The end of Weylins words were spoken through small laughs which only earned quirked eyebrow from Elric.

“I don’t see you cooking. Plus who’s the one patching you up?” He got up to return the first aid kit to its place, noticing the strange silence from Weylin. Turning to follow Weylins sight, he found a small troop of soldiers walking through town.

The orange glow from the setting sun caused the soldiers to pause their journey and set up camp while the wounded rested on the side. Elric sighed and grabbed the first aid kit from where he had just set it down. With his free hand, he grabbed Weylins and walked him in the direction of the soldiers.

“Congrats, you have won the position of apprentice,” Elric had already set his mind on healing, even if no one else would.

The boys’ arrival gained puzzled looks among the soldiers but the brew of sleep deprivation and strain made them not question the brunet stranger helping them, only the raven haired friend that came with him.

“Hey man, I don’t want him touchin’ me,” Elric stopped working on the first soldier, glancing at Weylin who began to study the dirt in embarrassment; he didn’t choose his heritage, he just chose to defend those who couldn’t and that’s all that mattered.

“Hey man, he came out here to help you and last time I checked, no one else here did. He came here to find a home because he didn’t have one and ever since he’s came here, he’s done nothing but good. I get the war makes trust hard to gain but trust is based on morals, not appearance. He’s my best friend and I would trust him with my life, ok?” Elrics voice softened as he began to look at Weylin who started to beam under Elric’s praise. As Elric and Weylin worked on each of the soldiers, they earned small apologies. By the time the sun had sunk, each person had fallen asleep, leaving Elric and Weylin to return home and rest, hoping their war anxieties would wash away in the night.

It’s days later when more soldiers arrive that the townspeople's fears of the war swallowing their home become reality. No street was bare of a tent or the strangers that brought them. No street was bare of conversation. No street was bare of suspect. Yet, all streets had begun to grey from the comforting color Elric was used to. Elric and Weylin walked through the crowded alleyways and cramped streets, helping those they could. Although peace and healing was all they brought, Weylin found scrutiny each time they roamed the town. So far, Elrics' kind disposition was the only thing keeping the low morals from shifting to a complete collapse.

But Elric was human and collapse was destined to arrive.

It should have been the turning of lights that woke Elric. It should have been the lack of warmth on the mattress beside him; instead, it was the wail that woke him. The wail that had cried his name. The missing warmth of Weylin was immediate to Elric as was the eerie resemblance of Welyin’s tone in the wail.

He sprinted with bare feet through the streets of grey to find Weylin, stopping at the commotion in the center of town. Worry had taken over his usual thoughtfulness as he shoved others out of the way. He needed to find his best friend. Another wail pierced the sky, tearing a hole in the stars with its desperation. It was then that Elric had made it through the crowd.

Weylin lay on his side, curled around himself, as his blood painted the ground in a vicious crimson. Apologies and remorse of soldiers were ignored despite their intense direction at both boys. He didn’t know when his body took him to Weylin but his hands were trying to stop the flow of life from him. Copper choked the air with its scent and the wet sobs of Weylin swelled with every second.

It wasn’t supposed to be that dark. That shade of scarlet was reserved for massacres and tragedies, not Weylin, not his best friend. There were no solutions, no fixes. It was too red and too fast and his best friend was-

“El…” Weylin’s voice held the acceptance only a dying man could carry.

“Weylin, no, no. Yo-You’re gonna be ok. I’m gonna fix you up like usual and I’m gonna make dinner that isn’t just leaves and we’re gonna- we’re gonna be ok,” His vision clouded with tears and all he could focus on was the draining of color in his friends face and the warm blood that saturated his clothes.

“El. El- You gave me so much. I just-thank you. It’s ok. We’ll be ok,” Weylin said.

Elric was supposed to be the calm one, not Weylin who was accepting death when he had barely lived. Elric laid Weylins head in his lap. He wiped the tears from Weylins face and ran his fingers through his hair. Each boy’s message was clear. They stared at one another, reliving memories of stargazing and sleepless nights. They stared at each other as Elric hummed to the tune of Weylin’s heart. And soon, Weylin wasn’t looking at Elric but through him. And soon, Elric’s tune had died with Weylin. Elric split the sky with a howl of grief.

Static. Gray. Red. One. Static. Gray. Red. Weylin.

Kindness didn’t linger that night. No one dared to speak to Elric as he clutched the heavy remains of his friend. Yet speaking wasn’t needed for Elric to end the war. He pushed the soldiers out. He watched each soldier leave. Though his heart threatened to bury him, he followed the static in his mind. He walked the gray world and drove away the war. He fought till red no longer painted the streets. He fought till one stood.

They called him a hero, a savior. They made sure the world would know that the kind man made peace once more. But as he returned home with hollow eyes and his medal, the townspeople saw him as the kind man the world had dropped its sin on.

A year later, Elric released the dormant breath he held since Weylin breathed his last. They had wondered how he ended the war that quickly. They wondered where this had come from. This had come from the underestimation of strength. This had come from a kind man the world had dropped its sin on.

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winedownwithcoffee · 7 years

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Sharna’s Self Esteem Blog

SELF-ESTEEM

November 13, 2017

"What a man can be, he must be. This need we may call self-actualization...It refers to the desire for self-fulfillment, namely, to the tendency for him to become actualized in what he is potentially. This tendency might be phrased as the desire to become more and more what one is, to become everything that one is capable of becoming." -Maslow

Hi Loverz,

Since the Dancing With The Stars Live Tour began, I've met you in meet and greets across the country and shared hugs and heard you tell me about the impact my blog "self-worth" had on you and your life. I've been moved beyond words and all I can say is, it is my pleasure, thank you.

I thought about how or what I would write in this post quite a bit. I asked myself why I would be good at helping you with the concept and tools in building your self-esteem. My answer is simple, because I've had to do the work too and continue to, each day.

I had to dig deep, get raw and real with my own challenges, insecurities and pain to be able to write this the way I wanted to...

The definition of self-esteem is: Confidence in one's own worth or abilities

In sociology and psychology, self-esteem reflects a person's overall subjective emotional evaluation of his or her own worth. It is a judgment of oneself as well as an attitude toward the self. Simply put, its what you think of yourself and how you treat yourself based off of what you think others think of you and how they treat you. Our Self-esteem is the foundation on which we build our reality, its how we tell people what we are worth, how to treat us, how to speak to us, and what to think of us. We tell them in a number of subconscious ways, your body language, your voice, your actions and so on. So basically… its a vicious cycle that we all work constantly to change.

Your self-esteem is only determined by you. You may not believe me but it is. The man that broke your heart, the woman that bitched about you behind your back, even the sibling that unintentionally always made fun of you because of their own self worth issues… these things, these people DO NOT define you, YOU define you. Your thoughts and actions can build you up or tear you down. Self-esteem involves a variety of beliefs about you... your appearance, your values, your emotions, your behaviors. Your self-esteem is major part of your development as a person and achieve your own potential. So… its kinda important right? Important to work at it and on it? Yes i think so, but lets be real…. it ain’t easy.

Whatever you can't let go of, is telling you to find something inside of you that doesn't believe you are enough.

I like to think of that voice as the worst best friend in the world, constantly telling me i’m not pretty, not strong, not lovable, telling me why i can’t do something and why i am less than i really am. Think about it, would you stay friends with that person!?!?! Hell no, you’d tell her to FUCK OFF in a matter of minutes. Yes i said it, I said that bad word for a very good reason (and please only use it internally as a tool). There is power in it, there is power in telling the things you can’t let go of to FUCK OFF, AND to say FUCK OFF to the idea of letting other peoples words and opinions determine your quality of life. Please understand I'm not telling you to say it to a person, that is rude and comes off as immature, but using it internally somehow gave me a sense of finality, of strength and power against my insecurities. Please my loves, with all your might believe you are worthy because you are, and until you unwaveringly do so, others will not know just how worthy you truly are.

OK… enough with the profanity, moving on ;)

By now, you know I am a big believer in mantras and positive affirmations. And although positive thinking is so beneficial and necessary it can also be a wall you keep hitting because you simply won't believe what you don't think is true. Don’t worry, I’ve been there, we all have, you are on track and it just takes practice. Remember you have to retrain your brain and tell that worst best friend in the world to do what? Thats right, i know you said it so i won’t. Write in your journal and get out what is hurting or what is blocking you, and at the end of it write what you are working on believing about yourself. Write a single mantra, and say it over and over again for 5 minutes, nice and slow, as you breathe in and breathe out.

However, its deeper than just mantras, It's about basic human needs.

The need to believe in something greater for ourselves

For some, you will find it in religion or spirituality but one common place we can all find it in, is LOVE.

A creative or physical outlet

I strongly believe we all need one. Self-expression is a necessary part of authenticity, knowing ourselves and a beautiful release. It also gives us pride in ourselves. What we can create out of nothing. Do you like to paint? write? Dance? Cook? Or maybe you enjoy the gym, running or playing a sport. Maybe your like me and you enjoy all the things ;) Do them, whether it is in your work or a hobby in your free time.

The need for meaning, purpose and goals

Having direction is important and if you feel lost right now, that's ok. But be searching for your passions and learn how you can use them to change the world for the better. You won’t find them by doing nothing, get out, try things, try all the things! Find a cause you believe in, find your voice to say what you want and don’t stop till you get it.

The need for status and recognition

Let me startthis one by saying that the only person you need recognition from is yourself, others commenting on your good work is not what should validate you. Be proud of yourself and congratulate yourself when you accomplish a goal and when you try new things. We all want to be great at something ... and truth is we all want to be recognized for it, but i believe you should let go of that. My career only soared when i gave up wanting to compete to look for recognition and accolades, i chose to dance for me, how i wanted and to do it for my love of dance and my love of entertaining people and making their day a little brighter. Only then did life provide me the chance to entertain people on a global scale.

The need to give and receive attention

No man is an island. Be social and not just online!! Enjoy time with friends, Join a club, go on a hike with someone, and work on appreciating others and taking notice and an interest in them as they will in you. Human interaction is vital, and we lack so much of it today. Put your phone away at dinner, converse with people, ask questions if you think you have nothing to say. Unplug at night, and instead of sitting at home once again maybe say yes to that party, or drink with a friend. Also, talk to at least one family member a day, stay connected with your roots (unless that is not healthy in your situation), remember family is important, tell them you love them, ask how their day was, it's very simple.

The need to look after our body

Please beauties, no matter what you look like if you are not taking care of your body you will never think it is good enough or appreciate how valuable it really is. Would you starve your best friend? Would you tell her, her thighs are too big? NO! So why would you ever treat yourself that way. It is so important to eat a clean diet filled with plant-based food. Exercise will not only make you feel better about your body but free your mind from unnecessary attachments. (See my *stiff body stiff mind* post)

The need for a sense of safety and security

It is very common for those who have suffered abuse to have low self esteem. You are not alone. You are not broken. Please know you are not what has happened to you, you are how you rise from it, and you absolutely CAN and WILL rise from it. At the same time if you see that someone might be going through abuse, please don’t ignore it, somehow the universe made it so you can see their pain when they can’t. it is not on you to take on their problems, nor do you need to fix them, but you can let them know they are not alone, and that you are there for them if and when they are ready to seek help.

You have “all the things” inside of you!

I am not a doctor, I don't have a phd, I am simply sharing the tools that I discovered help me through my experiences. I do urge anyone who feels their issues or view of themselves have become too dark to seek help from a doctor or mental health professional.

Drug Abuse hotline # (866) 248-0056

Abuse hotline # TEXT “GO” TO 741741 http://www.crisistextline.org

Trevor hotline # 1-866-488-7386 http://www.thetrevorproject.org

Mental health/Suicide hotline # 1‑800‑273‑TALK (8255) https://www.mentalhealth.gov/get-help/immediate-help/

If you just need to talk to someone annonymously or want to help someone else. 7 cups of Tea is an amazing resource. https://www.7cups.com

I want to see your creativity, your art, talents, healthy recipes, exercise routines and all the things self love so please hashtag #allthethings in your posts so I can see and be inspired by you all. As always, I am so proud of you exactly as you are.

All my love,

Sharna

#i am posting the entirety #because damnit this is important #it ties into anxiety and self esteem #REREAD IT

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goonlalagoon · 7 years

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Wish Upon A Walking Star || Leagues and Legends

For @thats-the-moon-grey, who answered my request for prompts back in June with ‘anything with Miz Eliza’

Miz Eliza is from @ink-splotch‘s Leauges and Legends trilogy, which can be downloaded for free here.

Minor spoilers for the whole trilogy below.

(Read on Ao3)

Somehow she always forgot how much brighter and closer the stars were out in the desert, whenever she travelled elsewhere. When dusk fell and the moon rose, looking close enough to walk right up to, her heart gave a warm little twist of homecoming - home wasn't a place, it was something she carried in herself, wherever she planted her feet, but these shifting sands were the steadiest place she knew.

The engine in her battered truck had broken down yet again, but Miz Eliza considered that a problem for later. For now she sat on the cooling roof and mapped stories into the lights and spaces in the sky.

Her brother had taken her hand at the end of her visit, in his stern, smart office at the Academy, Rupert waiting patiently outside to throw his chubby toddler arms around her legs and say goodbye, and asked her once again to stay. He had offered to find her a place as an instructor in their sages' programme, if she wanted, but she was always welcome in his home.

"There's a library, and a whole suite of rooms I barely use. Please, Eliza, think about it? I..." worry about you, finished the furrow in his brow. Her brother had always been a solemn worrier, set shoulders asking for responsibility, heart yearning for stability.

Eliza didn't want stability, and her brother could never understand that - that she didn't keep home outside of herself as an anchor, a destination, a beacon. She wanted chaos, but not as he saw it. She wanted exploration and discovery, broken down engines and wrong turnings that lead to deep pools or tiny villages.

Eliza wanted only the stability she already had; her brother's love, her son's love, the stars scattered above her, her own steady heart and nimble hands.

The first time she went to the desert, she was nineteen, rattling along in the passenger seat of a different battered truck. Her supervisor was driving, making occasional stilted conversation. The selection for the placement had been down to an essay competition, and it hadn't taken long to realise it was for the best the essays had been anonymous for assessment. He seemed to think that because she was a woman she would have delicate sensibilities.

She'd grown up in Rivertown, exploring and observing those harsh streets. She'd begged, bribed and simply asked her brother to take her out on camping trips and hikes. Before she'd left St John's Port for this trip, he had taken her out to a field and set up targets, and taught her how to fire a gun.

"So that when you inevitably forget to pack rations you have a chance of getting something to eat," he'd said with a despairing head shake and a fond smile, as he showed her how to skin it ready for cooking. She didn't tell her supervisor any of this, just watched the world outside the window with wide, sharp eyes.

It was late evening when they broke down on a desert track, hours from the university they were basing themselves at. Her supervisor grumbled and dug blankets out of the truck and looked around for something to make a fire with so he could have a cup of tea. They would have to wait until the next day and hope the next traveller along this road knew how to fix their problem. Eliza ignored him and climbed up onto the roof of the van to get a better look.

In sunlight everything had been gold, but the sun dropped below the horizon like a light flicking off, and the world was painted in silver. The stars were bright, ethereal but seeming close enough to touch, and she lay on the roof to try to map them out. Her heart was beating in her chest and it felt three sizes larger than normal. She thought her brother had probably felt something like this when he walked through the Academy doors.

Eliza fell asleep on the roof of the van and woke cold, but it had been worth it. Before the sun had had time to turn everything baking hot a truck rattled down the road, pulling in to an obliging halt when they waved frantically. Eliza peered curiously over the shoulder of the desert dark woman who climbed out of the driver’s seat, waving at her kids to stay put, and watched closely while her supervisor fretted about the time off to the side.

The woman's hands were nimble, calloused and certain, oil settling into the grooves of her hands the way ink was always rubbed into Eliza's. She barely seemed to be thinking, the innards of the truck as familiar as breathing, and Eliza's fingers itched to take notes. They set off in convoy, the children appearing in the window every so often to wave back at them until they took different turn offs. When they reached the university, Eliza made for the library after putting her bags down but before unpacking. She threw an eager glance at the shelves of anthropology and desert culture, but wandered until she found a few shelves on engineering. Most of the books were too complex to be useful, but she found a promisingly battered and oil marked volume tucked away in a corner.

They had two weeks of comfort, her supervisor said half sternly, half mournfully, warning her to make the most of it while she could. Eliza spent quite a lot of that time wandering the streets and markets, getting sun-burnt and picking up street slang in half a dozen dialects. She hunted systematically through the library's section on desert cultures and slipped into lectures, asking questions with sharp, confident zeal. One lecturer made the mistake of blustering at the presence of a woman in his lecture hall, and she peered at him curiously until he trailed off in embarrassed bemusement at her lack of response. She sniffed scornfully, and kept going to his lectures, because even if he had misguided ideas about the right to learn, he had some interesting stories about the ancient desert cities that had been largely lost to the dunes.

"This isn't the kind of internship where you fetch coffee and file papers." her supervisor had said, peering at her doubtfully, at their first planning meeting. "You'll be doing as much work as any other member of the team." She'd smiled and nodded, teeth a little gritted. "That was what I was planning to do, sir. I want hands on experience, and enough material for a paper at the end of my dissertation - ideally enough material to form the basis for more, of course, but definitely at least one." He'd harrumphed, and she had lifted her chin with a hint of defiance. Her opinion of the man hadn't improved since then, but she was socially aware enough after years of her parents’ dinner parties to know she would need his grudging respect in the future and tearing him to shreds right then wouldn't do her much good.

It was a good thing she wasn't supposed to be fetching the coffees, because her memory for who liked cream and who had sugar was terrible, and her habit of getting sidetracked by a debate or interesting conversation meant that it would turn up cold anyway. Her filing was pretty all over the place too, but she rarely needed to double check important facts in any case. The things she cared about stayed in her head just fine.

The van rattled back out of the university after their two weeks, laden with supplies and having gained two more researchers - a PhD student and a technician - who were pleasant enough company, even if they too seemed to be mourning their departure from the city. Eliza watched the desert roll by, and wondered why on earth they missed it when this was where they were going? She was shaken from her thoughts when the engine coughed, spluttered, and died.

While the others peered at a map and grumbled, Eliza propped the bonnet open and tried to match the machinery inside to her memory of the illustrations in the oil marked volume she had read through. A toolkit settled onto the road by her with a clank, and the technician smiled at her. “Done this before?” Eliza shook her head, and gestured at the engine. “It broke down on the way into the university. There was a woman who knew how to fix it, I think she just tightened that bit there…”

“Yeah, I see, hey, grab the wrench outta the box for me?” He chattered while he worked, grousing about poor funding and how often they had to fix up the vehicles they were able to use. He cleaned the wrench off with a rag and gave her another cheerful smile. “Should still arrive with some daylight. Remind me when we get there and I’ll show you the basic tune ups to check for, yeah? Anyone working out here should know how to fix their own truck.” She flicked her eyebrows up and sideways, where her supervisor was complaining at the dutifully listening PhD student. The tech picked up the toolbox and grinned. “Hey, I said should.”

When she went to bed that evening, and the next, there was oil ground into her fingertips, staining the edges of her nails, but her mind was spinning over instructions - check this valve, the level of liquid in this thing, looks like this has a tendency to rattle loose but at least it’s an easy fix…

The third day of travel brought them to the encampment they would be based in for the time being, sheltered between the walls of a rocky quarry. There were two trucks already there, looking weatherbeaten and with sand piling around the wheels. As they pulled into the makeshift parking lot two of the local guides leapt up out of the shade to help them offload supplies. Eliza peered with interest at their soft, flowing clothes and tried to catch any of the phrases she’d learnt in the city in the rapid tumble of their chatter, without any luck.

She helped Cris, the technician, set up the two tents they’d brought and dragged the food and water inside. When they finally emerged after setting up, dark had fallen. Three weeks into the desert, Eliza still wasn’t quite used to that - between one blink and the next the sky would go inky black and star speckled, the moon hanging just above the horizon, seeming a bare step away from the top of the rock walls. There wasn’t so much a sunset as a changeover, like flicking a switch, and she stood breathless for a moment to soak it up.

Someone - one of the guides, she guessed - had lit a campfire and there was a woman stirring a pot over it. Eliza made a beeline for her. One of the few female professors at the university in St John’s Port had advised her that making friendships with the women of a culture was always a good first step - they tended to have more influence than many would assume, and were usually vital to most of the day-to-day goings on of the camp, so getting on their good side was just good sense. On her third try, Eliza managed to pick the right language to say ‘that smells delicious’ in, and eventually resorted to mime to ask if she could help at all.

Five minutes later she was stirring some kind of stew, and had entirely exhausted her local language skills, but she knew there was a translator out in the field who she hoped would be able to teach her more. Her supervisor emerged from the tent where he’d been going over plans for the next day as the rest of the camp returned, trudging in from the other end of the canyon, waving and calling out their greetings. He scooped up a bowl from the stack and held it out expectantly as he fell into conversation with one of his colleagues. Eliza scooped three ladles of soup into the bowl and took it from him with a smile and a polite thanks, ignoring his dumbfounded expression. The woman who’d done most of the cooking looked like she wanted to laugh, and Eliza winked at her on the way by, settling by the fire to enjoy her food.

The interpreter turned out to be a no-nonsense mountain born woman who introduced herself as Dichren, and could speak seven languages fluently and read confidently in fifteen. Eliza tailed her whenever she got the chance, scribbling down phonetic phrases and asking endless questions about tenses and regional variations. Cris was terrified of the woman, who barely came up to his shoulder, and peered over her notes in the evening and complained about her terrible handwriting. Eliza blinked at him. “Well, I didn’t write them for anyone else to read, did I?”

It was Dichren who showed her how to tie her hair up into a soft scarf to keep it off her neck and protect her from the sun (and so she could happily ignore the grimy stiffness of it, after days of it filling with sand with limited water for washing it), and slathered sun block on the back of her neck with an endless litany of scolding for not having packed any for spending two months in the desert. Eliza just hummed absently, busy pondering the layout of the ruins they were in the middle of excavating. They were unlikely to find anything groundbreaking, but it was fascinating to see it all laid out before her, not just photos and field notes in someone else’s handwriting.

But it was the second month of her trip she was looking forwards to the most - travelling to another, smaller dig, in the company of one of the nomadic clans. A month of living with them, a chance to study a small cache by day and the nomadic culture in the evenings - their stories, their knowledge, their histories. Her supervisor didn’t seem to look forward to it as much, but Eliza rolled her eyes behind his back while the corners of Dichren’s eyes crinkled up in silent amusement as she nodded soberly and said that yes, camels were deeply unpleasant, and yes, of course, nomadic desert camps were utterly devoid of luxury, and of course it was a good thing for academia that he was so self-sacrificing.

The nomads rode into the canyon camp that evening, and Eliza’s fingers were already itching to take notes. Professor Morton scurried over to a tall, athletic man calling out instructions and greetings, but Eliza’s eye landed on a straight-backed woman, a crown of hair and lifted chin, a baby safely in a sling around her chest, and grinned to herself as she scrambled down the rocks. She wanted to be nearby to see the expression on the professor’s face when he realised the leader of the group was a woman - so much for his repeated lectures on ‘delicate sensibilities’ and ‘desert cultures having strong opinions on women’.

They rode out early the next morning, travelling slower than the nomads usually would to allow for the fact that someone had to lead their camels on foot as neither Eliza or the professor knew enough to direct one themselves. They were borrowing two camels that belonged to Aisling’s nephew, who was leading the pair along. Dichren thrust a full bottle of sun-block into Eliza’s bag, with stern instructions to use it, and looked doubtful when she dutifully agreed. Enough of the nomads spoke both languages that the interpreter wasn’t travelling with them, and Eliza was sorry to see her go. She gripped her friend’s hands, squeezed gently, and told her to stay in touch. Dichren smiled, soft, and said she wouldn’t need to - anyone could see Eliza would be back, and Dichren had no intention of going back to the cold mountains.

Eliza had never seen a camel before, except in photos. She watched it kneel on command, and felt a little sympathy for professor Morton’s complaints. It didn’t so much sit down as collapse in two stages, and from watching the others mount up she wasn’t sure how exactly one stayed put as it got back to its feet in an equally jerky motion. She resigned herself to falling in the sand, and accepted Mo’s hand up to get into the saddle. He fussed around for a moment, securing her bag and checking the blankets that covered the saddle were secure, before flapping the lead rein to make the camel get back up. Eliza yelped as she was thrown forwards and backwards, clinging to the pommel of the saddle hard enough to hurt, and someone laughed. It wasn’t malicious - it was a child, and she grinned in the direction it had come from, even as she heard the distinctive tone of voice that meant someone was being scolded. Professor Morton’s beast heaved itself to its feet, and Eliza just had time to wave before they started off down the canyon.

The camel swayed with every step, and it took some fidgeting to find a way of sitting that wasn’t uncomfortable and avoided kicking Mo in the back every other step. But once she was settled and able to properly look around, she felt her heart skip a beat. They’d been in the desert for a month, but this - this was different. The dunes rose around them, rolling on and on to the horizon, shimmering in the heat, heat haze blurring the line between sand and sky. Partway into the ride Aisling dropped back to plod along next to them, maintaining polite chatter with the professor until she interrupted him in the middle of a sentence to order Eliza to take a drink.“You have to keep drinking, or you’ll make yourself sick. That water skin has to be empty by the time we stop to eat, understand?” Eliza blinked, and took a mouthful of water under the eagle-eyed gaze, and Aisling nodded sharply before dropping back to her polite conversation with the offended professor as though there had been no pause.

They didn’t bother pitching the tents that night, just rolled sleeping mats out. Eliza burrowed happily into her squishy sleeping roll and watched the stars. She was half asleep when one streaked across the sky, falling out of view close to the horizon, and she smiled softly to herself. She didn’t particularly believe in omens, but she decided if she did she would take it as a good one.

She woke with the sun - dawn was as brief as dusk - and wandered in search of breakfast. The cook fires were already going, upturned metal bowls heating over the fires. The men around the fire waved off Eliza’s offer of help, but let her sit and watch as they stretched dough into thin circles and threw it over the dishes to cook into the flat-breads that seemed to be part of every meal. A shadow fell over her before someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned to find a child with the most infectious grin she’d ever come across hovering behind her.

“Mom says you and the professor can eat with us.” He loaded a stack of flat breads onto a plate and beckoned her to follow. The professor was already waiting with Aisling and her husband, sitting on patterned rugs and eyeing the tray of food set between them with what he probably thought was well disguised suspicion. Eliza ignored him, and spent most of the meal talking to her guide, who seemed delighted to have someone new to trade stories with. He happily shoved some kind of creamy cheese and fig jam onto her plate, before smearing both over his own flat bread and rolling it up like a pancake, while his mother sighed pointedly at him for talking with his mouth full. Eliza hid a smile. Even when she was scolding him, Aisling clearly doted on her son.

With a little more experience of camels, it took less time to settle into a comfortable position, adjusting to the sway with every step. Eliza shifted the blankets covering her saddle around in an attempt to cushion the harsh peak at the back from bruising her back further, though she wasn’t optimistic it would work and had mostly decided to accept the inevitable bruise.

Liam was perched amidst a pile of his family’s belongings, and cajoled the cousin his reins were looped to into keeping pace with the visitors. Professor Morton dripped syrupy friendliness, and Eliza snorted to herself, catching sight of Liam’s polite but disgruntled expression. She didn’t know much about children, but she remembered that she had hated being talked down to as though being young meant she couldn’t understand.

So when Professor Morton decided he’d humoured a child enough and got out a book, Eliza grinned over at the boy, digging a notebook out of her pocket. “I hear that your people are excellent storytellers?”

She forgot to write anything down after the first few sentences, but she remembered every word that lunchtime and scribbled it out. The desert people had a tradition of storytelling - of course they do, she’d thought in the lecture where this had been mentioned as something notable, every culture does, just because we typically write ours down nowadays doesn’t mean it isn’t the same thing - but Liam, young as he was, had the knack for carrying you away with the tale and dropping you breathless back to reality when he was done.

Years and years later, she would read back over the worn pages of her notebook and laugh at the world. Liam had woven a tale of stars and skies for her, and that had been the day the she met the wandering star. Not that she knew that at the time - he was just a man, calm and thoughtful, who breathed the world in with his eyes wide open so as not to miss a precious, fleeting moment of it.

Aisling’s eyebrows had risen when they arrived at the rocky outcrop they’d intended to camp at to find a man peacefully watching them approach. He called out the proper, polite greetings, travel stained and alone, but looking…well, for someone on their own in the desert who didn’t look to have supplies with them, and had an accent that suggested they weren’t desert born - though Eliza couldn’t place where exactly it hailed from either, and readily admitted to herself that she actually meant that his accent just wasn’t like Aisling’s or her peoples’ voices. He was paler than them, too, though still darker than her own Rivertown typical skin.

Suhail watched everything, an infinite curiosity and patience that drew her attention like a lodestone. He looked around for the two days journey with bright interest, and asked about the work of the professor and herself with just as much fascination. The professor blustered, somewhat, thrown by keen interest and no background, and a little insulted that the student’s work was apparently just as interesting as his own. Eliza ignored him and watched the way the camel Suhail had been given permission to ride lipped happily at his sleeve, wondering how he’d befriended the creature. She’d nicknamed her own steed ‘Your Temperamental Majesty’, because the camel certainly lived up to the species’ reputation in terms of temperament and seemed to have a permanent expression of aristocratic disdain.

After the fourth day of travel since leaving the archaeologists’ main camp, they reached an oasis Aisling declared to be within reasonable distance of their small dig. Eliza helped with setting up the camp where she could, but mostly sat with Suhail watching with interest as family groups moved around with organised chaos and familiar precision to pitch tents and build cooking fires.

Somehow Suhail managed to join them on the dig itself; Professor Morton seemed bemused, but Eliza just nodded at him as they rode out in the early morning stillness. It was less than an hours journey, with a rocky scramble to get to the sheltered remains of buildings, weathered and smoothed by the desert winds. So far as she could gather Suhail had no training at all, yet he poured over the layout of buildings with fascination. He passed her a heavy waterskin several times, with smiles and resigned sighs. Eliza found a buried fragment of pottery, and when she (reluctantly) passed it over to be packed away so she could continue searching Suhail handled it like it was spun sugar, like he too could see its value.

In the afternoons they both tagged along in Aisling’s footsteps, observing and questioning when she wasn’t too busy; Liam and the other storyteller’s drew them like moths to the campfire. She filled page after page with scribbled notes just by listening to the answers to his pointed, insightful, and above all genuine questions. How did they lay out the camp? How much did tent designs vary, between families, between tribes? How long did tools usually last, were they passed down or were they transient? How did the chain of command and authority work, through generations, through the varying group sizes the tribe broke down into depending on resources and family ties? How does this game work..?

That last was how they both ended up playing a very serious game of something like hopscotch, delighted children giggling at how these clumsy adults didn’t know any of the rules. Eliza nodded and mentally took notes as they were explained, and felt her eyes flick to the solemn, serious expression on Suhail’s face. It wasn’t false, wasn’t a studied mask for humouring the children, intended to be inoffensive and unpatronising.

He had looked the same, keenly interested and deadly serious, when asking Aisling about nomad politics, the old men by the fire about finding their way in the desert, the women resting in the shade about recipes and finding ingredients, as he did asking children how they played. Later, she thought that might have been the moment she decided to fall in love with him, at least a little, because he understood. There was so much to the world, and all you could do was look around at every part of it you came across.

She had her own questions, too, and she thought she could see him taking his own notes in the sharp look in his eyes, the thoughtful distance in his gaze. Do cloth colours have any meanings? The patterns and embroideries? How do the tribe groupings work, beyond the immediate family tent? Is everyone here related, or can you join a goum because you want to travel the same way or can pool resources? How often do people move between groups? What do you call that cluster of stars, there? What about that one?

Their dig was only a small one, else it would have justified more people. Once it had been a handful of buildings, an enclave of stillness in the dunes, before the landscape had changed and it had been worn down to bare stubs of walls in the sand. Suhail spent a morning pacing around the site at her instruction, and found the remnants of the well that had sustained the tiny settlement based on the layout of the buildings. Eliza sketched it out carefully on her map, and he smiled like helping her find it had been the greatest privilege he could imagine.

Professor Morton spoke mostly to Aisling, or the men who seemed to be heads of their own tents. He spoke scant words of the desert tongue. Suhail seemed almost fluent - at least, as fluent as he was in Eliza’s own native tongue. Precise, but not necessarily familiar, sentence structures and phrasings that correctly conveyed meaning but not the way you would expect. Eliza wasn’t that fluent, but she could hold a rough, simplistic conversation, which combined with the ability of most of the nomads to speak at least some of her language, thanks to trade, and a joint effort on mime and drawing in the sand meant she felt reasonably happy she was getting answers to the questions she was trying to ask. Professor Morton sniffed when she tried to talk about the weaving the older women had shown her, lounging in the shade in the heat of the day, and she gritted her teeth. She wondered how you could go so many years studying people and cultures, and not realise asking the women about their world was just as important as asking the men.

Professor Morton was happily measuring the rudimentary burial site they had found, and was cataloging (scant) generations and theorising on whether this had been a waypoint or a settled dwelling. Eliza had uncovered what she increasingly thought had been a child’s room, with Suhail helping. When he drifted away, the morning after they started to focus on the room, she was vaguely surprised and then he faded entirely from her awareness once he was no longer handing her tools or carefully excavating at her side. It was only when she stopped squinting at her page as she precisely recorded the pattern on a carved cup that she realised he had set up some kind of awning to keep the sun from beating down on them, burning the back of her neck and glancing off of the page. He settled back by her with a smile, and nudged the water closer to her hand before picking up a soft brush to help clear sand from the raised whorls under her fingertips.

When a group of men went out hunting at the end of the month, they politely invited the professor to go with them, and he said he’d be delighted. Eliza glanced wryly at the slightly waxy expression on his face and then at a couple of kids nearby nudging each other and giggling, and wondered if he knew he was being - very politely - mocked. Or possibly tested. They invited Suhail much more enthusiastically, but he declined. Eliza didn’t bother to volunteer the fact that she could hit a rabbit reliably, though she was tempted to do so sheerly on principle. Once the hunting party had left, Aisling sent Liam to fetch both of them from where they were watching a weaver at work, and invited them to sit with her. Her younger child - Lanetia - was fussing in her sling, and her brother reached out for her without prompting, bearing her away to the shade of their tent and crooning a lilting song. Aisling watched them go, face softer than Eliza could have imagined it, then turned back to her guests.

“So, the professor has gone off to record our men’s barbaric, unrefined hunting - or possibly the mystic way in which we commune with the desert, one can never tell which way one such as he will write these things, and I do not particularly care - but it would be very rude of me to keep you both here in his absence.” She smiled slyly. “We tend not to build things that last, in the desert. The sands shift, and so do we, but sometimes there are patches of stillness. My husband’s nephew is restocking some of our food caches while we are in the area, and has said he would not object to your company. There are some more intact ruins nearby - an old church or temple. I know that you have already packed your equipment ready to leave, but you should see them before you leave; I believe they may be of some interest, if only for the variation.” She folded her hands precisely, and questions burned on Eliza’s tongue - where did you learn to hold yourself like this? Who taught you to stand so that the world would part politely at your feet? Does it hurt, that the professor thinks there’s some mistake, some bizarre exception, in your authority, or are you really so confident that it slides off you like rain? What does strength like this cost you?

For once, she didn’t ask, just swallowed her curiosity down. This strength was not something to be questioned lightly, in case it shattered. This strength was not something to be questioned unless you were one of those who had the privilege of being someone Aisling could let herself shatter before. Eliza looked at the still face, the strong hands, the crown of hair, and bit her tongue.

It took two days to reach the supplies cache, carved into rock and hidden unless you knew it was there. Aisling’s husband’s nephew and his friends where polite and friendly enough, but kept themselves to themselves. Eliza looped her camel’s lead rein to Suhail’s saddle - he was better at directing the stubborn, lovely creatures - and stared around as though it was her first day in the desert. Every day felt like she was discovering it all over again, and she kept waiting for it to become mundane, familiar, unnoticed, but every morning she still had to catch her breath.

They didn’t talk much, for that journey, and she appreciated it. The end of the research trip loomed and she wanted to take this warm silence in. It didn’t need to be filled, and she wanted to hold the calm inside herself when she left.

The supplies cache was beyond the ruins, so Suhail and Eliza stopped there while the nomads went on, more interested in checking supplies and storing everything carefully than archaeology, which she supposed was probably reasonable even if she found it utterly incomprehensible. The ruins were worn smooth with years of sand and wind, crumbling arches and a deep well that still held water. With a huff, the camels flopped down in the shade, and Suhail reached for her hand to help her over a missing step. She didn’t let go.

Dark fell while they were still exploring the ruins, the sky lighting up with stars. Peering into the distance Eliza could see a pinprick fire, about where the nomads had said their cache would be, and she shrugged over at Suhail. He shrugged back and dug through their saddlebags for blankets and sleeping bags, and started telling her a story she hadn’t heard about a cluster of stars, her hand still clasped in his.

In the morning, he left. He had to move on, he murmured, seeming half in a daze. He had to keep looking. She didn’t ask him to stay longer, because she’d never expected him to be there in the first place, because she would be leaving soon too, because she’d somehow known this was the last journey they would take together. She held his hand for a moment longer and he smiled, warm and open, eyes fixed on her for a moment like the universe was written out in the lines on her skin. When she left she would carry the stillness of the desert, its uncaring winds and the silence that wrapped around you, but she would also carry the warmth of his hand in hers and the way he listened to every word she said like it was the first time anyone had ever spoken.

She watched him vanish into the haze of sunrise, then reached for a notebook and flipped to a fresh page.

“Though the nomadic people of the great desert have a rich storytelling tradition, this has rarely been documented outside of the discussion of the importance of story sharing to maintaining cultural identities. Therefore, I collect here…”

#Beanstalk #Jack is a beanstalk #echoes of a Giantkiller #Remember the Dust #Leagues and Legends #L&L fic #my writing #Miz Eliza

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