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A/N: Tooth rotting fluff (smut *ahem, daddy kink*). Have you ever wondered what Josh would send you as he traveled around the world? Yeah, me either. As always let me know what you guys think and as always enjoy! (P.S. to save you some time: Clair de lune=Moonlight; Lune=Moon)

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, DNI if you are under 18!

Word Count: 8.3k+

Being in someone's thoughts is one of the most telling signs of how a person thinks of you. There is a chance you can be entirely despised by said person and in their thoughts of you they are anything but friendly. A friend's thoughts of you can refer back to fond memories you share with one another that puts a smile on their face, recalling silly times spent together. However, many believe that nothing can compare to a lover's thoughts of you.

They think of you in the most affectionate ways, more than anyone else. Thoughts wander off about how delicate you looked that morning, still asleep while they got ready for work. How your eyes crinkle closed as you laugh at their stupid joke that no one else would ever understand, but of course you did as you wiped at the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes, struggling to catch your breath. The twinkle you got in your eye as you listened to them speak so passionately about their aspirations and desires. After being together for a bit of time, you would be able tell what the other person was thinking at a social gathering just by the way they set their mouth, eyes stealing glances at one another, silently asking if it was time to go.

A lover's thoughts couldn’t even begin to compare to how your soulmate thought about you. They would watch you as you vacuumed the house on a lazy Sunday morning and view you as if you went and pulled the sun up from the horizon just for them. Admiring you from the shared bed as you quietly hummed along to the music playing lowly in the background, applying your skincare for the night, knowing they had never seen a more gorgeous creature and never would.

These thoughts would never cease, even if they were across the world. Which right now, your soulmate was.

Josh was chasing his dreams with his brothers, playing for millions of adoring fans around the world, and you couldn’t have been happier for them, for him. You firmly believed that he had been picked from the Earth just for you. Mother Nature had carefully crafted each aspect of his dazzling personality to be the missing puzzle piece made to complete you.

Your souls were meant to find one another and dance through life with him by your side. He made you feel like he would craft the world to your liking, doing whatever he could to see you smiling and happy, molding it to whatever you desired that day.

When he was gone for a majority of the year, it was difficult, but you knew that his thoughts were riddled with you as he did the most mundane tasks for the day. Just like when you brushed your teeth in the morning, you thought of getting a new toothbrush that evening when you were going grocery shopping and to pick one up for him, too, knowing he was due for a new one.

You shipped it to wherever he was in the world that week and he called you, the brightest aspect of your day as his face lit up your screen, holding the toothbrush like it was the most precious gift he had ever received.

“Now, darling, how did you know I needed a new toothbrush? Look at my old one,” he would grab the old and flash it on the screen, bristles sticking a million different directions, tossing it in the garbage as he clutched the new one in his hand. “You just always seem to know what I need.”

Josh’s thoughts about you seeped into every section of his day that they could. He was a creative, artistic, and affectionate man who always wanted to show you how much you truly meant to him, even if he was trapezing around the globe.

The first package arrived at your door only a couple weeks into the international aspect of their tour. It was gorgeously packaged, the simple brown box hidden beneath a map of the country they were in, a large heart drawn around the city where he had found the items in the present. Twine wrapped around it, a pressed flower glued below the bow.

You called him immediately, shock and giggles flowing from you as he instructed you to set your phone up on the counter so he could watch you unwrap it. Leaning your phone against the vase on your kitchen island, he had the perfect view to see your reaction as you opened it.

“It’s so pretty, sunshine. I don’t want to ruin the packaging,” you moved the box around as you spoke, sipping from your wine glass, only having the dim lighting on in the house as he sat on his hotel balcony, the sunset starting to illuminate him in a golden glow, somehow making him more breathtaking.

“Don’t worry, I took a million pictures of it. Rip it open,” you took your bottom lip in between your teeth as you gently pulled the twine, setting it off to the side and began carefully pulling the sides open. “Baby, I said rip it!” His laughter flowed from how gentle you were being, but you shook your head, stopping your movements.

“Absolutely not! You spent a lot of time on this and I want to keep the map and flower, plus I can reuse the twine,” you stuck your tongue out at him as he groaned, falling back into his chair as you pulled the box out from the opened wrapping end.

As you peeled the tape from it, white tissue paper with gold splattering covered the items inside. You rummaged through, fingers feeling a cool metal brush your fingertips as your brow furrowed in confusion.

You removed the item and gasped, eyes going wide at the beautiful gold trinket box that sat in your hands. The ornate design traveled around the box, a singular moon sat on the center of the lid and as you set it on the counter you opened it and saw a small card sitting in the crushed velvet interior, another small box sitting beside it.

“Open the other box first, lune,” your heart skipped a beat as you did. Inside sat a gold heart locket and when you opened it, two small silhouette photos were on both sides. The one on the left was of you and the one on the right was of him.

You opened the card and saw the efforts of clean handwriting from him on the gorgeous stationery he obviously purchased just for this, knowing how much you would appreciate the effort.

To adorn as a reminder that my clair de lune has my heart with her wherever we sit in the world and a safe place to store it while she waits for her sunshine to reappear

The delicate chain hung between your fingers as you looked back at your boy, a blush creeping across the apples of his cheeks. A knock sounded at his hotel room door, signaling it was time for him to go play for whatever city awaited him that night.

“I love you, lune and when I see the moon tonight I will think about your glow illuminating me.” You didn’t know how he was able to make you feel like a lovesick puppy, but he did. Every time you spoke to him, he did.

You sat on your shared couch that night, staring at the beautiful gifts he had gotten you, struggling to figure out how to show him just how much this meant to you and you smiled, an idea bouncing into your mind.

The next day you were fishing through the spare bedroom and you found the case in the back of the closet. One of his older camcorders sat in your hand as you checked the batteries and SD card before you made a run to the camera shop you frequented with your love when he was home and purchased the missing card.

When you got home you grabbed the tripod to set it up facing your vanity. It was a risky game balancing it as it was not meant for this camera, but when you got the perfect shot, you celebrated quietly, going to finish getting ready.

You put on one of the sweaters you knew were his favorites and ensured the look was exactly what you wanted. All that was visible was your face from the tip of your nose down, focusing more on where you would be placing the necklace, but that the trinket box was visible in the shot.

You gingerly opened the box, seeing that the necklace was laid exactly how you wanted it to be, a few rings, and a pair of earrings placed intricately next to it. Removing the necklace from the box you brought it to your neck, clasping it with ease, making a show of laying it correctly on your chest, and then closing the box.

You applied a spritz of perfume to your neck, brining your lipstick to your lips and applying a small amount, setting it back down and smiling in the mirror softly.

You stood and grinned, spending the remainder of the day editing the footage. The vintage look was something Josh would adore. Home videos were one of his favorite things to make with you, using a variety of different video options, but he would be amazed at your skills here. It wasn’t up to par with what he was doing in your mind, but you knew he would adore the effort nonetheless.

Just a couple weeks later another package sat on your doorstep as you arrived home from work. You picked it up, bringing it inside as you sat down in the same spot as before, but as you were about to call him, someone rang the doorbell, having you go back to the door with a small, frustrated sigh.

“Hi, I have a flower delivery here,” your eyes bugged out at the beautiful bouquet that the woman held for you. You quickly thanked her, bringing the bundle of florals inside and setting them on the counter next to the package. He knew how retched your day had been and was doing everything in his power to make it better.

Another stress riddled day at work had you missing Josh more than usual, wanting nothing more than to come home from work and fall into his arms. This was one of the hardest aspects of your relationship and while most of the time you could handle it, today was simply a different day.

He had loaded your coffee app for you that morning after hearing about the day you were going to have from you the night before, ordered lunch to your office knowing you wouldn’t be taking a lunch break today, and bombarded your phone with texts all day about how much he admired, loved, and missed you.

As you dialed him, his beaming smile graced your screen. “Well, if it isn’t the most gorgeous, breathtaking, beauty this world has ever known and will ever know, calling me, of all people,” you laughed at his words, heat creeping up your neck. He was in his red jumpsuit, letting you know you only had a few fleeting minutes before it was time to share him again.

“How’re you doing, my darling? Did the package get there?” You tiredly sighed as his gaze softened on you. “Yes it did, I can’t wait to open it. I miss you, a lot, sunshine,” your voice cracked as you sniffled, eyes dropping down as tears threatened to escape.

His sad tone carried through as he spoke to you. “You have no idea how badly I want to be there with you right now. I miss you, too, baby,” as he continued a knock came from his dressing room door, interrupting him.

“Josh, you’re on in one!” The voice yelled through the door and your heart ached as he squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenching in frustration. “You need to go, honey. I love you and I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” you wiped at your wet cheeks, Josh’s gaze boring into you.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, clair de lune. Open the package tonight, okay? I love you,” he kissed his camera as you laughed wetly at him, hearing the loud beeping of the ended FaceTime call echo into the quiet house. You leaned back against your chair, looking at the package that sat on the counter waiting for you.

This one was just as beautiful as the one before. It had brown paper wrapped around it, a plethora of dried flowers decorated the outside, all the way around. One thick, emerald green ribbon wrapped around it, another thinner gold one laid on top, tied together in a beautiful bow.

Being just as careful as the first time, you removed the box, seeing it was significantly larger than the first was, but lighter.

Peeling the tape back, the same tissue paper greeted you and you couldn’t fight the smile that took over your face. In bubble wrap was a ceramic white teacup with a gold trim on the rim of the cup and around the border of the matching plate. The handle curved into an intricate design on the side of the cup, a small, singular chocolate sat right in the middle.

Below the cup were three records. You gasped as you saw the titles of them, shock coursing through you as you placed them on the counter. “How did he find these?”

You saw another card sitting at the bottom of the box and smiled, the same attempt of calligraphy sat on another stationary card.

To drink your morning coffee, because you despise tea, but love teacups, and listen to the sound of my love for you, darling

Eyes brimming with tears for the second time that night you hopped off the chair and went to the record player that sat in the living room, placing it on the turntable, eyes closing as the music filled the space.

The next morning you moved the record player to the balcony, getting the camcorder as you went to set up the shot. You wore his favorite night slip he had gotten you as a birthday gift one year. You had eyed it in a store window for months, not being able to justify the price, but he knew you too well.

After your usual farmers market perusing and brunch to follow, you two strolled past the shop and your face visibly fell as you saw it was gone. The next weekend you opened the bag he had handed you and the silk poured into your hands, the delicate stitched flowers rubbed against your fingertips. You jumped onto him, shocked he had noticed how badly you wanted it.

Now you wore it as you wandered out to the patio for the video, teacup in hand with your coffee, as the sun began to peek out for another day. It wasn’t the same sunshine he basked you in every time he was around, but for now it would do. The profile of your face was visible as you sat in one of the outdoor chairs, bringing the cup to your lips and sipping the scalding liquid.

In the background, the gentle notes floated through the air of one of the records he had picked for you, the gold necklace laying on your chest.

Life continued on regularly for the next couple of weeks, nothing out of the ordinary or spectacular, but you were out of the small rut you had been in. Daily talks with Josh had your spirits high as your heart longed for him to be near again, but knowing that was still many months off from now meant being content with what you could have.

The next package arrived on a weekday morning, torturing you as it sat there waiting for you to get home. You anxiously texted Josh, making sure it wasn’t too valuable to be outside for the entire day, fear of it being taken riddled you.

You hadn’t heard back from him by the time your lunch break rolled around so you quickly made your way home. A breath of relief fell from you as you saw it was there waiting for you. As you made your way inside with the heavier box, your phone rang.

“Lune, I’m so sorry, honey, soundcheck ran so late today, we were having all sorts of problems. Did you come home for lunch? The camera went off. Is everything okay? Are you feeling alright?” you wedged the phone between your cheek and shoulder as you sat the box on the counter.

“I did. A package arrived from you and I was so worried it was going to be taken, so I came home to put it inside,” he chuckled at you as he spoke a little louder, wherever he was going was growing noisier as he moved.

“Okay, love. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I have to go, but I’ll call you tonight. I love you,” you said it back, ending the call as you eyed the package.

The same brown paper adorned the outside, but this one had doilies wrapped around it, a postcard from the city he had purchased whatever the present was sat on the front doily, a sage green ribbon tied on the front.

You chewed on your lip, trying to justify opening it without Josh, but you slapped your own hand as it went to pull on the long end of the ribbon. “No, you have to wait.”

You somehow dragged yourself out of the house and back to work, but the entire day you thought about what would be in this one. There had been no real theme going on the gifts no matter how much you thought about it.

When you pulled into the driveway and got home, within seconds your phone was ringing. He was dressed again, gold jumpsuit tonight, rhinestones already on his cheeks. “Ah, there she is! Love of my life. Look you’ll be proud of me,” he flipped the camera to show himself in the mirror, “I finished getting ready early to have a few more minutes on the phone.”

Your heart flipped at his words, but you couldn’t let him have the satisfaction so easily. “Wow, you mean you managed your time better tonight? You’re right honey, I am proud of you,” he scoffed at your tone.

“You have a little attitude tonight. I will gladly take that present back that I know you’re eyeing right now if you’re not careful,” you set the phone on the counter as you sat, pouring yourself a glass of wine.

You hummed into your glass. “Mhm, but you’re not here so really, what could you do? Punish me?” A glint of mischief entered his eyes at your words. “Tread carefully, lune,” you smirked into your glass as you stood, quickly leaning forward to show you were wearing the necklace before continuing your movements.

Your hands fanned your face as they slowly went to the hem of your shirt. “Gosh, it’s warm in here,” you slowly peeled the fabric off, watching as his jaw clicked, seeing you in just your bra, only being able to see from the waist up.

Letting your hands go behind your back you unclasped your bra, the straps slowly falling off your shoulders. It fell to the hardwood floor with a small clattering noise as you stretched, hands going above your head as Josh laughed darkly at your motions, your hand traveling towards the waistband of your pants.

“Knock it off,” he spoke through clenched teeth, clearly enjoying this little show, despite his best efforts to be menacing. You stepped back from your phone letting him get a clear view of your entire body as you started pushing your pants off your legs.

“I don’t know, Joshy. It’s still really warm in here,” they pooled around your ankles, but you kicked them off, leaving you only in your lace panties that, as you turned around to pick up the articles of clothing you had removed, displayed your ass perfectly.

“Oh my god,” he breathed out with a chuckle, almost in disbelief you were actually doing this right now. You set the clothes on the back of the couch and looked over your shoulder at him. “What do you think? Panties on or off?”

Your fingertips dipped under the sides of them, starting to pull them down, hearing him take in a sharp breath as you slid them further down your hips, finally removing them leaving you fully nude on FaceTime with him.

“How much time you got, sunshine?” You asked him as you leaned against the back of the couch, legs parting, fingers going into your mouth to wet them before running over your nipple. Your head rolled back at the sensation, teasing yourself as you waited for him.

He was palming himself over the jumpsuit, leaving nothing to the imagination as he strained against the material. You watched him in the mirror as he took his arms out of the sleeves, spitting into his hand as he enclosed it around his cock, rubbing his tip with a harsh grip.

“Enough time. I want you to suck on your fingers and then bring them to your pussy and touch yourself for me, baby. Can you do that for daddy?” You whimpered at his words, nodding your head as you did as he said.

Taking your fingers into your mouth, you coated them with your saliva before moving them down to your cunt. “There you go, baby. I want you to imagine it’s my hands touching you,” a breathless moan left your mouth as your fingers lightly swirled around your clit.

His breathing was short and quick as he stroked himself. “Do you see what you do to me, mama? Have me fucking watching you like a goddamn pervert. Do you like doing this for me? Being a little attention whore for daddy? Stripping on camera for me, playing with yourself like the little slut you are,” you were choking on your own moans as you toyed with your clit, listening to him talk.

“Look at me, mama. Take a finger and fuck yourself on it,” you followed his commands instantly, removing your other hand from your nipple, feeling your slick coat your entrance as you slid it in.

“How does that feel, baby?” You whimpered as you responded to him, eyes almost crossing as you watched his hand furiously work himself, a sheen of sweat glistening off of him as he jerked off to you.

It was dirty watching him do this in a room so close to his brothers and those that worked for them, but it made it so much better knowing that he was doing this for you.

“‘S good, daddy,” as the name left your mouth a groan fell from him. You moved faster, adding another finger as you fucked yourself for him.

“God, you look like a fucking vision, mama. I wish you could see yourself like this. Fucked out for me, getting yourself off before I have to go on stage. You’re close aren’t you, baby?” You nodded your head quickly, moans tumbling out of you as you felt the familiar warmth blossom in your lower stomach.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Cum for daddy,” you released as those words left his mouth, knees almost buckling as the sensation washed over you. His moans grew louder as he finished, cum spurting out onto the floor and mirror in front of him.

His eyes never left you as you came back down to reality, his smile taking over his face. “Jesus, mama. I wasn’t expecting that tonight,” your necklace stuck to your sweat covered chest as you moved back to the counter to grab your phone, legs weak from what had just happened.

You watched as he redressed, grabbing tissues from the table by him to clean up. “Sorry, sunshine. I missed you,” his laughter boomed as he finished cleaning up the room, a flush look taking over his cheeks.

“Oh, baby, do not apologize to me. The day I ever turn that down, you take me out and shoot me,” your laughter mixed with his as he sighed, knowing it was time to go.

“You totally look like you just came, by the way. They’re gonna love that on the barricade,” you giggled as he rolled his eyes. “Have a great show, honey. I love you,” you kissed your camera as he did the same.

“Love you more, lune. Open the package! I’ll talk to you tomorrow, honey,” the call ended as he walked out of the room and you felt heat rushing to your face as you thought about what you had just done for him.

After you showered you made your way back to the kitchen, seeing the box waiting for you and you continued the soft movements you always did to make sure the wrapping wouldn’t be destroyed.

The whiplash of going from touching yourself on video for him to the sweet gesture of his gifts had you in a laughing fit, taking a pause to not miss anything as you opened it.

As you pulled the tissue paper back, more bubble wrap greeted you. You picked up the object, feeling how heavy it was in your hand. A gasp left you as you saw the crystal cake stand that you held in your hand.

It had a beautiful design etched into it around the cake base and stand, a slight green hue mixing in with the clear crystal. Tea towels sat around it in the box and as you took them out, smiling at the adorable designs, a card sat waiting for you.

To display your passion of baking that keeps me stuffed with your love and admiration

You immediately went to the fridge and scouted the contents, seeing you had everything you needed for your video tomorrow.

The next afternoon you set up the shot after having spent all morning baking a strawberry cheesecake to sit perfectly on the stand. You gently placed it onto the crystal, ensuring that the record could be heard playing in the back, necklace was on display, one of the tea towels resting on the tie of your waist high apron, and the teacup was visible to the side of the ingredients you strategically placed for the video.

As you started recording you took a piping bag, putting one final whipped cream swirl on a slice, placing a half of a strawberry on it. You set the bag down on the cluttered countertop, spinning the stand to display the full cake.

You smiled triumphantly as it turned out exactly how you imagined it would. Your phone began ringing as you checked the screen. Josh was trying to FaceTime you right then and you went into panic mode. You wanted this to be a surprise for him so you quickly put the camera on the counter behind you so he couldn’t see it.

“Hello my clair de lune! I’m missing you an awful lot today. We were in the city center and we went through a farmers market and all I could think of was our market days and then how we would go to brunch before coming home and cooking dinner,” he sighed as he talked, clearly feeling the heavy weight of sadness today as he thought of you.

“Sunshine, I missed you, too. I actually went to the market this morning, look,” you flipped the camera showing him the cheesecake sitting on the cake stand. His entire face lit up as he saw it.

“You’re using it, already! Did you get the strawberries from Janice?” You flipped the camera back around and popped a strawberry into your mouth and nodded. “Mhm. Needed to keep myself busy so I wasn’t spending the entire day moping around,” you giggled, licking extra whipped cream from your finger.

You two stayed on the phone for hours, talking about anything and everything you could. You talked everyday so it wasn’t like there was a whole lot to fill each other in on, but you didn’t get free time like this to talk hardly ever.

His eyes squinted as he looked at the screen as you were talking. “And I told her that we’ve never done things like that before so I have no idea who taught her that, but it just isn’t-what?” You turned around to see what he was trying to look at.

“Is that my old camcorder on the counter?” You swallowed thickly, trying to play it cool as you answered him. “Oh yeah. One of my co-workers was asking about what cameras you have. He’s super into film things, too.” It was a total lie. That co-worker did not exist, but Josh bought it quickly.

“That’s awesome. He and I should hang out sometime. Which co-worker is it? I’ve met all your co-workers and I don’t remember any of them saying anything about film,” you shrugged, lying through your teeth to keep the surprise from him.

“No, you haven’t met him. He’s new-ish. Started a couple months ago,” he dropped it right after that, showing you what he was having for dinner that night. You could feel the sweat pooling on the back of your neck. You hated lying to him.

You didn’t lie to him unless you absolutely had to, but it still put a sick feeling in your stomach. It was going to be worth it in the end.

A few weeks later, a knock blew through the house. It was a Saturday morning and you weren’t expecting anyone so when you answered and saw a delivery driver with a ginormous box, your eyes widened in surprise.

“Just need a signature on this,” you signed on his device, thanking him as he handed it off to you. You struggled to bring it inside, the sheer weight of it making your arms ache. The packaging wasn’t special with this one, knowing because of the size he wasn't able to do too much.

There were still dried flowers in one of the corners, but after you took them off, you weren’t worried about keeping the rest of the box.

You knew calling Josh wasn’t an option today. They were in back to back interviews, then soundcheck, then the show. He had no freetime today so you took it upon yourself to open the packaging and your jaw fell slack at what stared back at you.

A vintage, beautiful, typewriter sat in there surrounded by packing peanuts. You quickly grabbed scissors, cutting the edges of the box to be able to slide it out with ease. As the cool metal touched your hands, you realized you were trembling.

There wasn’t a card with this one, but a small piece of paper sitting in the paper rest.

To write whatever your imaginative heart desires and to share our love story with the world

You didn’t know what to do as you sat there staring at it, almost afraid to use it. It was in immaculate condition, knowing he must have spent a fortune to get one this old in working shape for you.

Your hands shook as you set up the shot for the next part of your video. You moved to your desk and had it sitting in the center, papers scattered around the table surrounding it. Your tea cup sat on one of the stacks, leaving a coffee ring on it. This time you were able to make the record player visible, so you set the cover of the record against the turntable as the record played, your necklace proudly on display.

You sat down, fingertips brushing the keyboard, eyes fluttering shut as the click of the first key was made. With the camera rolling, you began quickly typing, stopping momentarily to bring the cup to your lips, letting the coffee ring be visible on the paper that read, “And So The Sun Fell In Love With The Moon.”

The packages started coming more frequently knowing that his return home was due in just a few more weeks. The next one came the following week, exactly seven days after the previous, and you were finally able to open it on FaceTime with him again.

“You know the best part of watching you do this is seeing your reaction to these. I wish I could’ve seen what you looked like when you opened the typewriter!” He was laughing as you removed the tape from the box.

“You would’ve seen me look like an idiot just sitting there staring at it. I have no idea how you managed to do that, Josh,” his laugh flowed through the air around you, your heart longing for its sunshine.

As you removed the tissue paper you saw two antique candlestick holders sitting there with custom designed candlesticks to match. The card was tied to one and you turned it over, bursting with laughter from the message.

To ensure that my life will never be out of light so long as I have the burning flame of your love to guide me (I could’ve said something about lighting my love, but you deserve better than that)

You grabbed the box and your phone, taking them to the bedroom and setting them on your nightstand tables, stepping back to the door to show Josh where you had put them.

“It’s perfect. Now I will have some gleams of my sunlight even when he’s not here,” you smiled softly as you looked at the room, hearing Josh sniffle after.

“I’m sorry I’m not there, lune,” you quickly backtracked, feeling horrible that you had said that in a way he would have taken negatively. “Oh, Josh, no. I didn’t mean it like that, honey,” he shook his head and chuckled as he laid back on his pillow.

“No, I know you didn’t. I’m just sorry that I’m not there.” You comforted him on the phone for as long as you could before you both were so exhausted that you couldn’t stay awake any longer. He watched you for a while as you softly snored through the speaker, not having closed the curtains and seeing the moonlight stream against your face, just wanting to feel his own moonlight again.

The following day you finished shooting the video with the candles. You lit them, having them be the only illumination in the room as you entered the space. You sat on your side of the bed, removing the necklace and placing it in the trinket box, leaning over and blowing out the candle, setting the room in total darkness.

Josh told you that the next package would be the last of the tour given they were due home in just seven days. You were giddy with excitement at the knowledge that so soon he would be home again. Yours to hold for as long as you wanted. Simply yours again.

He was upset he wouldn’t be able to watch you open the last one, playing a show that night and you were getting off of work late. He said it was his second favorite of them all, refusing to tell you what the actual favorite was.

This box was the biggest of them all, a million stamps adorned the outside, all of the other wrappings meshed together into one for this. You smiled as you laid it on the floor, carefully opening it.

You fell silent as you saw what was in this box. Dozens of antique, intricate, picture frames of varying sizes. As you removed them one at a time you were more in love with the next. The card sat on the bottom and your tears welled in your eyes, just wanting to hug him for all he’d done.

To fill our walls with gorgeous memories: past, present, and future, of us to adorn our home with the purest and brightest love

As your eyes fell to one of medium size you immediately knew what you wanted to put in it. You went and found it in one of the books Josh kept in the spare room and put it in the frame.

Grabbing the camcorder you dressed in his favorite dress, record playing, necklace out, teacup on the coffee table, candle on the side table, you stood on the couch and hung the frame on the center of the wall.

You stepped off and as you walked away it came into view and you stood behind the camera, letting it linger for a second on the picture.

It was from the night before he left on tour. You two were standing in the living room, eyes shut as your foreheads rested against one another, hand holding his against your chests as you danced slowly in the room, only lit by candlelight. He had, unbeknownst to you, set his camera on the counter and had it snap a few pictures of you both, and when you saw that one, it instantly became your favorite.

Two days before Josh was home, another package was delivered. You called him as you brought it inside, laughing as he answered. “So, why is there another package sitting on the counter right now, my love?” You didn’t bother with pleasantries as his giggles came out.

“You cannot open that one until I’m home, understand?” You were of course going to wait, but you wanted to tease him a bit. “I don’t know, I’m very intrigued. Who’s to say I don’t open and then rewrap it-” before you could continue he yelled over the phone. “Don’t! Baby, I’m begging, please don’t open it, okay? You have to wait for me,” your teasing tone halted at how worried he sounded.

“Okay, okay, I was just joking, sunshine. Of course, I was going to wait for you,” a huge breath of air expelled from his lungs as his own joking came back. “Thank you, lune. Baby, we’re about to do our last interview of this tour, so close to being home. I cannot wait. I love you,” you repeated it to him and hung up.

You sat there staring at the present, trying to figure out why the hell it had been so important to him. What did he buy? He probably blew a bunch of money and needs to be there to explain why.

You let it go, grabbing the CD you had burned with the finished product of your little videos, absolutely in love with how it had turned out. The entire following day, you scrubbed the house, not that it was messy by any means, but to make sure everything was perfect for him.

You had lit the last candle in the living room and kitchen when the front door opened the next night. Your heart was doing somersaults in your chest, hands a shaking mess as he appeared in the doorway.

He wasted no time, running across the room and scooping you up into his arms. They enclosed so tightly around your waist, letting your arms wrap around his neck. Sobs wracked your entire body as he held you for the first time, his entire body shaking as he tried to calm his own breathing down.

Neither of you wanted to pull back first, but he took your face in his hands, the biggest smile you had ever seen in your life took over his face as he looked at you like it was the first time he had ever seen you. “Hi, lune,” you giggled through your tears, his thumbs brushing your wet cheeks, your hands clutching onto his shirt.

“Hi, sunshine,” his lips connected to yours and it was like you were whole again. You had been without him for too long and you knew a piece of you was missing, but now you knew it was more than just a piece. It was half of you.

It didn’t take long for you to lead him towards your shared room, lips never leaving each other as your breathing grew deeper, almost in disbelief that he was actually here. Your hands tangled into his hair after you removed his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body emanate against yours.

He laid you down, lips moving from yours down to your neck, and as his fingertips touched the necklace he stopped. “Oh my god. I’ve missed you so much,” his voice cracked, shaking uncontrollably as he rested his head in the crook of your neck, tears hitting your skin.

You pulled his face up to yours and smiled as you rubbed your thumbs over his cheeks. “I’m gonna be honest, if I think too much about it, I’m worried I’ll pass out,” you spoke to him in a whisper and he laughed, resting his forehead against yours.

His eyes shut, breathing you in for just a moment, letting you ground him back down to reality. A reality you didn’t let yourself think about too often because if you did, you would never be okay without him again. His lips gently landed in between your brows, moving down the slope of your nose, to your chin, both cheeks, eyelids, hands holding your jaw as he moved.

It was his way of telling himself that it was real and actually happening, not a fantasy he had to envision in order to sleep at night. Your pulse beat rapidly underneath his fingertips, your breathing the sweetest music he had ever listened to, and as he opened his eyes and saw you already peering at him, reading his soul, he knew he was home.

He kissed you again, hands gliding along your bare ribcage, having slipped your dress off on the way into the room. He left a trail of searing marks with his mouth down your chest and sternum, moving further down until he was at your sex.

Josh wasted no time, his mouth attached to you and you cried out at the feeling. He moved his hands to find yours by your side, lacing your fingers together as he ate you out like he was a starving man and you were his only source of nutrition.

You finished in record time, feeling his smile as you came in his mouth, your juices coating his mouth and chin, leaving them in a glistening sheen. As he came back up to you, he kissed you, tongue exploring your mouth like he never had the pleasure of doing it before.

“Josh, please. I need you. Need to feel you,” he didn’t say anything to your begging, just let his cock slide easily into you. His face contorted in pleasure, stilling as he let you adjust, knowing you would need to after how long it had been.

His pace was excruciating, but he needed this. To feel every pulsating move you had against him, to feel every aspect of you he could. He craved this, ached for this, would beg for this for the rest of his life if he needed to.

His thrusts were slow as your legs wrapped around him, his hands landing on either side of your head, watching you in awe as your forehead had beads of sweat forming on your brow line, looking at him like he was the entire universe to you.

He spilled into you as he murmured about how much he loved you and how much he missed you. You felt his weight collapse on top of you and for the first time in months it felt like you could breathe again. Like Josh was the oxygen you craved to make the ache in your lungs go away and he had fixed you again.

You both laid in bed, just staring at each other, seeing what features had changed on one another while they were gone. What you wouldn’t be able to notice on a FaceTime call. You whispered between one another, not wanting anyone else in the world to hear your conversation because it was meant just for you two.

As he handed you your night slip, he took your hand in his. “Come on. I want you to open the package,” you followed him out of the room, wrapping your arm around his, afraid to let him get too far from you.

As you approached the counter, the candles still burned in the room, casting it in a warm and soft glow, just how your home was supposed to look. “Wait, hold on,” you said as he slid the present to you.

You walked him around the house, showing him where you had placed all of his gifts and he looked enthralled by it, like you were telling some wonderful story that you had just come up with on the spot.

“I actually have a present for you first,” you smiled at him as you reentered the kitchen. His eyebrows shot up at that and watched as you slid the CD over to him. “Lune, what is this?” You giggled as he opened the case and grabbed his laptop from his bag.

As the video played, his face morphed from excited to total bewilderment. “Baby, you did this?” He spoke out as it finished. You nodded your head, nervously playing with your hands as you waited for him to talk.

He grabbed you, pulling you into a kiss as he looked back at the screen. “Clair de lune, that was beautiful,” his voice faltered, eyes getting glossy as he beamed at you. “I’m going to cherish this for the rest of my days and beyond. I’m serious,” he chuckled as your laughter boomed in the space.

“That was amazing. Best home video yet,” he said, but his demeanor changed at the end, handing you the box that had been teasing you for days.

His hands gripped your waist, adjusting you to stand directly in front of him his chest pressing into your back, his increased heartbeat giving away that he was more nervous than he was leading you to believe.

"No card with this one. You have to listen to me explain it, okay?" You nodded in response as his breath tickled your neck.

He stood right behind you, hands on your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he eagerly watched you open it. When you peel the box open there sits a gorgeous perfume bottle that you carefully took in your hands.

“Josh, this is gorgeous,” he kisses your shoulder and nudges you. “I wanted you to have a custom scent that’s reserved for special days. You can only wear it on those occasions. There’s more, keep going, baby,” you smile as you pull out a bottle of wine and listen to his explanation.

“I picked this wine in Italy. They say to save it for the most romantic night of your life. Couple more things,” he kissed your neck before urging you to continue on. You grabbed a wax seal stamp and a wax stick that was the most gorgeous shade of emerald green you had ever seen.

His hand came down over yours, flipping the seal over to show what it was. It was in a beautiful cursive font that had the first initial of your name at the top, the sun and moon in between them, and his initial at the bottom, different twirls of them looping together, signaling you were one.

“I had them custom make this so we can use it on stationary,” you were speechless as your eyes danced over it. “For what?” His smile grew against your shoulder, hand still resting on top of yours. “Grab the last thing in there and I’ll tell you.”

You gently placed the items on the counter and you felt your fingers brush against what felt like a tiny book. You grabbed it out and your smile grew as you looked at it.

It was wrapped in a deep blue, gold lettering and embellishments on the binding and covers. You whispered out the title of it, letting your fingers dance across it.

“And So The Sun Fell In Love With The Moon,” He hummed at your words, fingers moving over yours and having you open it. The inside pages had a small hole in the middle and when you saw what sat in there your mouth dropped, shaking hand covering your mouth.

“The entire time I was gone, I thought about the best gifts I could get you. It was hard to top myself because this-” he grabbed the ring out of the book, holding it in front of you, “was the very first thing I saw. We were in this beautiful country, I saw this store on a small street, and the first thing that came to my mind was how much you would want to go in and wander around. The universe was speaking to me, lune, because as soon as I went in this was there. You know, I thank the universe every single day for bringing us together? You are my inspiration, my muse, my clair de lune, the best gift I have ever received. You are my everything and I do not want to be without you again. I want to marry you. I need to marry you. Will you marry me?”

He hadn’t moved from behind you, talking quietly into your ear as his cheek brushed yours, fingers nimbly holding the gold ring in front of you both as you softly cried as he explained it to you in the most beautiful way that only Josh could do.

You nodded quickly, choking down your cries long enough to answer him. “Yes, of course. Of course, I will,” his smile grew as he took your hand and slid it on your finger, holding your hand out in front of you both.

“Look at that, perfect fit,” you giggled, turning around in his arms, wrapping yourself around him as he did the same to you. “I love you, Josh,” he sighed, a shaky laugh leaving him. “God, I hope so cause you just said you’d marry me and I’m really hoping it isn’t a pity thing.”

Your laugh echoed in the room as he pulled away from you, grabbing the camcorder and setting it on the counter, placing one of the records he had sent you onto the turntable, and turning back around to face you, holding his hand out.

“Come here, clair de lune. Indulge me,” you walked over to him, taking his hand and feeling him pull you to him. You two slowly swayed to the music, foreheads resting against one anothers, eyes shut as he hummed along to the music, the only light from the candles bouncing off the walls.

And so the sun fell in love with the moon.

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abyssleaves · 10 months

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Why I'll Be Remaining in the Lurking For Love Community

Ok.

Honestly, I really don't want to make this.

I'm way too old for fandom drama, and I don't need to be making myself a target. My gut is telling me that it's a bad idea to get involved, and I'm inviting trouble for myself by posting this.

But the most recent post against Tom is just ridiculous and I can't not speak my piece.

I'm not linking to it or reblogging it because I don't want to send hate anyone's way, and honestly because I'm going to block them as soon as this is posted. You can read mine and theirs for yourself and decide what you think.

As far as the “anti-Latino” posts that Tom liked, I can't speak to whether they do damage, or what Tom’s views actually are. I am not Latino, and I'm not Tom. It's not my place. But I will say I was aware of those posts long before I saw that “callout” post, and it's because multiple Latino artists I follow liked and retweeted them. At the time, I was given to understand that they were satirizing the fact that both were styles of stereotypes, but one was acceptable while the other was not, despite both being bad. I can't say, based on just those tweets, that I see any anti-Latino sentiment in Tom. I'm willing to admit that my knowledge on that front isn't bomb-proof.

The second point, well... I'm sorry to the friend that feels used. They're entitled to be hurt. And I will readily admit that I'm only able to respond to the info within that post. Maybe there IS more to it.

But I don't think that Tom ceasing contact over the hormones is surprising at all, from a mental health standpoint. Put yourself in his shoes: you're a trans person in US, which is its own struggle, and you've reached your mid/early 20s without being able to attain gender-affirming care. Now someone years younger than you just got the thing you want more than anything else. Sure, you might be happy for them. But that is also going to hurt, horribly. You really have three options:

1) stay friends and smother the bitterness/possible resentment. That will either end up ruining your mental health, or coming out and ruining the friendship anyway.

2) Ask your friend not to tell you/post about their transition. That makes it about you and also ruins something that should make them happy.

3) Distance yourself.

Maybe he should have spoken more directly with you about his feelings, granted. But, Tom has not been shy about the fact that he struggles with his mental health. None of us handle every situation well. As far as his occasional venting, I would think, if you WERE his friend, you might have some compassion, and either cease contact if the friendship is not fulfilling, or accept his sincere, well-written apology (Which are the ONLY words straight from Tom’s mouth on the entire fucking post).

Instead, you got the apology from him, and then shared a bunch of gossip between you and another friend, and outed your interpretations of his vent sessions to the world. That's not exactly classy, posting about how he sought people he felt safe with during a time when a big chunk of the community he built is telling him to do horrible things to himself.

I want to make it clear that I don't agree with all of Tom’s views as expressed on his initial explanation post. Again, many of them are issues that I don't feel are my place to get involved in, and therefore I stayed quiet at the time.

I'm aware that the justified and intense hurt felt by people in those communities can mean that even differing opinions feel like a slap in the face. You have every right to see Tom’s views as hurtful and choose to leave, and/or make a separate community for support. I don't blame people who are in those communities for doing so. This post is aimed at the obsessed minority that won't leave the tag/remaining fans/Tom alone.

All of the above being said, the reaction to Tom’s post is the most “touch grass” thing I have ever seen.

Tom liking one or two comics from a dark-humor comic artist so widespread on the internet that I didn't even know he had an actual page, or anything about him as a person (something Tom also stated) = Tom is a Nazi sympathizer.

Tom saying “I don't care for neopronouns, but I won't attack you for using them and will respect what everyone wants to be called” = Tom is a monstrous bigot.

The racism accusation has me especially 💀. All because he liked a post about help from an unexpected source and that we should be kinder to each other.

How on earth are you going to tell a POC that he doesn't know what racism is because he’s NOT THE RIGHT KIND OF POC? Do you hear yourself?

(FWIW, I also don't agree with kink at pride. Sorry. LGBTQ+ people are not "narsty little freaks"--yeah I SAW that post--they're people. They can be kinky, they can be vanilla, whatever. Kink has nothing to do with your orientation, and therefore it isn't part of Pride. Also, my guys, if you're having public sex/being nude at pride for kink reasons, then you're not part of the healthy kink community: safe, sane, and CONSENSUAL. Nobody around you consented to that. Similarly, while I feel that sex education for minors should be normalized in order to give them better tools to tell when they're being groomed, seeing strangers with no pants on is NOT education, that's involving minors in your fetish. And that's fucking gross. )

The LGBTQ+ community in the US is in a lot of trouble right now, and we have a very bad habit of eating our own. We divide and subdivide and allow ourselves to be carved up by a united conservative front.

We do not allow for differing levels of leftist beliefs, and we constantly accuse each other of being not POC/leftists/queer enough, or being the wrong kind, or using a term for ourselves that some other individuals don't like. A great deal of the bullying leveled against him is justified by others saying that he's choosing to support a party that will turn on him and cause him and others like him harm.

Well, to be honest, the only community I see doing that right now is this one.

The amount of disingenuous “OMG, just FYI everyone to everyone hurt by [situation], I’M not transphobic/a bigot, you're all welcome here 😌” posts from people, who did not read his post, did not link to or quote his post. Disgusting. You know very well that nothing in his explanation or in his actions throughout his time in the community pointed to any abuse ON HIS PART towards trans people, non-binary people, people of the Jewish faith, or POC. You're virtue signaling, you're putting lambs blood above your door to keep the baying mob away.

This is insane. When did differing opinions turn into this? You don't have to agree with Tom’s views on anything. You're welcome to not follow his accounts, not like his art, not buy his game. If you feel that his opinions are too severely different from yours, you should be allowed to leave the fandom without people telling you that you should do bad things to yourself because your opinions don't match theirs (sound familiar?).

But…please. Can we stop with this awful parasocial obsession with his personal page? You can't lie to yourself and call it anything other than literal stalking. It's creepy as hell, and it reflects more on you than on him, in the long run. People might agree with your outrage, but deep down, they're afraid of being the next target, and they stay quiet out of fear that you'll stalk them next and send a mob hurling abuse their way.

To Tom, I'm sorry that this happened to you. You didn't deserve anything even close to this level of vitriol and abuse. You started from scratch and created a character and story that I feel was something truly unique. You reached an incredible number of people's hearts with Lurking for Love and Jacob, and no matter what happens from here with both of them, you deserve to feel proud of that. I hope that you are ok. Being a public figure on the internet doesn't mean you don't have a right to private opinions or even just general privacy.

I'm not tagging any characters in this. I'm only tagging the game because I hope other fans get to see that they're not alone. I don't believe the tags should be polluted this way. If you have to discuss a creator, it should be in his tag and not in a fandom space.

I'm aware that there will be deliberate bad-faith readings of this, or nitpicking of things I didn't cover. Whoever wants to, go ahead and respond, but I've said what I came to say, and I have nothing more to add. My inbox is closed and I love the block button.

#lurking for love #lfl game #carnivorekitty

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delfiore · 2 years

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posso ancora aspettare

pairing: robin buckley x gn!reader

synopsis: in which there’s no happily ever after, because she loves someone else.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: ok this is awkward um not me showing up like weeks later after my last fic haha 🧍🏻‍♀️also tumblr was being a little bitch and shadowbanned tf out of me so if you saw me posting then deleting this multiple times no you didn’t 🫣

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“Oh.”

The word came out of your mouth like a squeak, a meek sound disguised as a happy surprise at the news Robin had just delivered. Though it wasn’t a surprise, to you nor to Steve—the only other person who knew Robin. You just thought you had more time.

“I can’t believe it. She said yes! Vickie agreed to go on a date with me.”

You were too shellshocked to even notice whatever facial expression Steve was making that prompted Robin’s excitement to cease.

“What?”

“I don’t know, Robin. She just came out of a relationship.

“So what?” Her tone grew annoyed.

“I’m just saying,” Steve leaned against the counter, his mouth hung open in search of the right words to say, “you gotta be careful, you know? She just broke up with her boyfriend, and this could be . . . a distraction.”

You looked up at Steve nervously, scrunching your eyebrows hoping he’d change his mind and apologize. He only looked back with a nonchalant shrug.

“Screw you, Harrington.” Robin mumbled, and walked away, towards the back of the store.

“Why would you say that?” You sighed.

“Am I wrong though?”

“No, but you didn’t have to rain on her parade like that.”

It was an asshole move, but you knew he was only trying to protect you. Only weeks ago had Steve tried all his might to tease Robin about Vickie, giving her lists upon lists as to why Vickie definitely likes girls too. You never meant to tell your truth, but you could never lie to Steve; he’d become like a big brother. And so on a random Tuesday night, in tears and with your head in your hands, you did.

“Please don’t do that again.” You pleaded, and hated the pitiful look he gave you following a short sigh.

Robin was reorganizing the closet with angry huffs when you peeked through the door quietly.

“Steve didn’t mean that, Robbie.”

“I don’t know what he means.” She slammed the stack in her hand down with a thud. “He’s being an ass because Heidi dumped him again, and he’s jealous. I mean, a week ago, he was bugging me to ask Vickie out, and I only did because he was bothering me so much. And now he wants to be all wary of her. Pisses me off.”

You didn’t know what to say. Frankly, you didn’t want her to go on that date either, but you couldn’t stand in the way of your best friend’s happiness, not when she’s been working up the courage to seize it for so long. Even if it destroyed yours.

“Hey, forget it, alright? Steve says stupid shit sometimes.” You tapped her shoulder with a small smile. “When’s your date? Come over before, and I’ll help you prepare.”

A smile quickly spread across her lips, as she pulled you into a tight hug. You chuckled, and ruffled her hair.

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Robin said, “you’re my best friend, and my number one, you know? I love you.”

“Of course I know.” You rolled your eyes, grinning.

“C’mon, say it back.” She whined, pulling your hand.

“No, it’s cheesy.”

“Say it baaaack.”

“Luh you tuh.” You mumbled, causing the girl to laugh, and bring her leg up to kick your behind teasingly.

You couldn’t bring yourself to repeat it properly, because to you it’s not the same, and it would be wrong to say it.

Falling for Robin was easy. As easy as it was to draw breath, to dip your fingers and watch them the disturb the still of the water at Lover’s Lake, to open your eyes and let the world paint a colorful palette in front of you.

You didn’t know whether crushes were easy to overcome (from observing Steve through his quest to find a girl you thought it was), but this wasn’t a sporadic infatuation. This was another feeling, another sensation entirely. It was all you’ve ever known since freshman year, when you saw her for the first time doodling in Gerhardt’s second period. Robin was you’ve ever known.

Robin, Robin, Robin.

But now, she liked someone else, again. Not you.

Never you.

You barely had time to think about that these days. Yet again, something from the Upside Down was terrorizing your home, and yet again, it was up to you and your friends to defend it.

Spending time with Robin during it all reminded you that you were still one of the most important people to her, and that you’d be content just being her friend—being in her presence was enough. But you were reminded of how much it hurt seeing her pine over someone else, and most of all, how much it hurt seeing her heartbroken. Stupid Vickie didn’t know what she was missing out on.

“Guess it wasn’t a date after all.” Robin mumbled before pushing past you and Steve, escaping the sight of her crush at the other end of the store aisle kissing, who seemed to have been the boyfriend.

There was a vile part inside of you that was glad Robin saw them together.

You had just finished a batch of spears, clumsily duct-taped together from pipe cut-out sections and kitchen knives. You couldn’t believe this was your life now; making weapons to fight inter-dimensional demon lords. Spring break in Hawkins, just wack.

You looked over to see Robin sitting by Steve making molotovs. He caught your gaze, quietly gesturing towards the girl before standing up to leave.

“Hey.” You took his seat.

“Hey.” There was a smile on her lips, but it was small and strained.

“You alright?”

"I don't know," Robin said, looking down at the incendiary device. "Nancy's got a plan, so I guess we'll be as best prepared as we can be. All that matters is that we keep everyone safe."

"Robs," you shook your head, "I asked how you are doing." You took her hand tentatively, and she didn't pull away. They were warm and slender, and they fitted perfectly intertwined with your own. You felt her eyes on you, as you continued stroking the back of her hand with your other hand.

"I just have this terrible, terrible feeling that this isn't going to work out for us this time."

Your best friend lowered her head, lips pressed tightly, and you hated seeing how much all this broke her spirit. Robin Buckley, the most positive and ready-to-problem-solve, was hunched over defeated at the thought of going up against the telepathic demon lord.

“Hey. Hey, look at me.” You let your hand pull back her hair from her face, your chest tightening seeing her glossy eyes. “We’re gonna be okay. We can’t die yet. We still gotta go to Europe, remember? Watch the sun go down in Champs de Mars, eat ice cream as we walk along the port in Monaco, right?”

This elicited a short laugh from the girl. She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “We don’t even have money for that yet.”

“Then we gotta go make some.” You smiled, encouragingly. “After we fight Vecna . . . slash Henry, slash One, whatever.”

“Okay, dingus.” She said, putting a hand up to your face, and pinching your cheek lightly. “You win.”

Her eyes, blue like the sky, found a home in yours. You wondered how a pair of eyes could feel so much like home, and how easy it was to fall in love with them. You didn’t need to ask anyone—certainly not Vickie—you knew what that was like yourself. You loved Robin so much, and you didn’t know what you were going to do if she left your side.

You settled for a kiss on her cheek, and a firm hug, choking back a confession when an overwhelming sense of love enveloped you, as you did her.

You were to go to Eddie and Dustin to distract the Demobats so that everyone else can go on with their plan. With much persistence from Robin, saying that it was where you’d be most safe, you watched with a worried frown as Robin slung her backpack over her shoulder.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her; she looked so good, so brave, even though you knew her hands were shaking.

“Be careful, okay?” You said, trying not to let your weakness show.

“You first.” Robin smiled, and you brought her into your arms to hold her tight before you said anything you'd regret.

Robin sighed and squeezed you back with the same affection, as you placed a firm kiss on her cheek. She prayed for your safety, so that she could clutch onto you afterward, tell you all about how the date with Vickie made her realize that they were too similar for her to like her bandmate in any sort of romantic way, that she had been burying her feelings for you out of respect for your friendship, and that she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn't say anything now.

The thought of you consumed her, so that even while her body moved through the woods behind Steve and Nancy, her mind was with you, watching you with Eddie and Dustin, wanting to fend off whatever posed a threat to you. She imagined your pursed lips, anxious, wandering eyes waiting for the strike to come, then she'd imagine you wounded, and get the coldest sense of dread running down her spine.

"Hey," Steve stood back when he saw her steps slow down, "Robin, you alright?"

"I think I'm in love with Y/N." She said, and there was no hesitation in her voice.

Steve only sighed, wishing his best friend would have realized sooner. It would have spared both you and her a lot of time.

“Let’s finish this, and then you can go ask them out, alright?”

With a heavy heart and desperate longing, Robin kept marching until she reached the vine-infested mansion in which Vecna resided.

They went along with their plan, yet by the end of it, Vecna’s body was nowhere to be found after he fell out of the window, shattering the glass in the most dramatic of fashions. The vines that broke off from his body were still moving like forgotten maggots on the floor. The fight was not over, but they have won for now.

Robin was the first to run back to the trailer park in the Upside Down, hoping to catch you. She was fantasizing about how she was going to tell you everything that she’s been feeling, that she didn’t even notice at first that you were nowhere to be found. Dustin was sat on the dirt with his little head in his hands, sobbing.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie approached her cautiously, and she saw the worst.

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Steve has had to make several food runs the past two days, so much so that his wallet had been depleted (not that it ever was full in the first place), and the boy begrudgingly drove back home to the other end of town to get some more cash. Lucas was a bit more willing to eat. Seeing him munch on a sandwich halfheartedly as his eyes glued on Max’s lifeless body roused the dormant fatherly sentiments in Steve that only ever get to strong for these reckless yet brave teenagers he’s been babysitting.

He dreaded going into the room next to Max’s, because he hated seeing both of his best friends in such distress, one of them stuck in a limbo of life and death and the other mulling over it as if she had already lost them.

“Hey,” he said, “got you some jelly donuts.”

At the silence from the girl, and the incessant beeping of the machine—the only indication that you were still alive—Steve set the food down on the nightstand next to Robin.

“Hey, you gotta eat something, alright?” Uncharacteristically calm and quiet, he murmured and placed a hand on her shoulder. “After that, go home and get a quick change of clothes. I’ll be here.”

“No.” She shook her head quietly, her hands never leaving yours; it was cold and limp.

“Robin—“

“I have to wait,” She said. “I have to be here when Y/N wakes up to tell them that I love them.”

Your face was eerily serene, like stuck in a deep sleep that you couldn’t wake up from. The doctors were puzzled by what kind of animal bites that plagued your sides which caused you to go into septic shock and, subsequently, your current comatose state. You might wake up tomorrow, next week, or—they feared at worst—never at all.

“I’ve waited for so long,” Robin brought your hand up to kiss it, “I can still wait.”

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagines #robin buckley angst #robin buckley imagine

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x-on-the-calendar-business · 9 months

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ryan ross iceberg (tier 5)

tier 1, tier 2, tier 3, tier 4, tier 6, tier 7, tier 8

near end of the iceberg:

r.r. confessions twt account:

there used to be a ryan confessions account on twitter under this name, but it was deleted. however, people said the most unhinged shit on there and there was so much drama. i wish i could list specific examples, but i don’t have any unfortunately.

there is a new ryan ross confessions account here, but i think it was created after the last one ceased to exist [i]. this one also has some unhinged stuff on it, such as someone saying they used ryden theory for their gender studies class, and someone else claiming that ryan has a child on the way (they confirmed they were joking). also the person who claimed their friend hooked up with ryan in a bathroom or something like that.

there is just nothing going on in the ryan sphere so the stans are bored.

dank eyes:

this is the nickname for dan keyes because, when you look at his instagram handle dankeyes, it looks like dank eyes. in 2015/2016, this is how most of us referred to him. honestly, i still call him this most of the time out of habit.

light brown:

this is a…uh song? that shane morris (we’ll talk about him next) posted on his soundcloud in 2012 featuring ryan and danny fujikawa.

you can listen to it here for the lore:

shane morris:

buckle up for this one.

this is ryan’s former manager from about 2012-2016, and he was just an absolutely horrible person. the masterpost about all of his wrongdoings (which i will link of course) starts out with “tw: rape, self harm, abuse, pedophilia, body-shaming, sexism, swearing, talk of drug use, suicide, nazism, classism, generally dicky things,” if that doesn’t tell you how things are gonna go [ii].

there is so, so much that this could be an entire post itself, so i will give a tldr but link some posts for further reading. there’s a couple of things related to him that will also appear as their own entries, so i will save in depth discussion of those for later.

shane has a pretty extensive history of posting disgusting things on the internet: rape jokes, fat shaming, making fun of people who self harm, eating disorders, slurs, basically anything that is problematic. the post i’m going to link shows specific tweets and tumblr posts about this. he also has a history of bullying ryan’s fans, and the picture below is one of many examples of it.

so he was generally an abhorrent human being, but let me elaborate on some of the stuff specific to ryan. shane would often promise fans new music from ryan but never follow through with it, likely because ryan didn’t know he was doing this. he actually ended up leaking some of ryan’s songs, but we’ll touch on that again later, along with him impersonating ryan on both twitter and facebook. once he and ryan cut ties, shane also deleted ryan’s soundcloud, i guess in an attempt to “get back” at him and the fans by robbing us of music that was backed up anyway. he spread rumors that ryan is a drug addict and transphobic as well [iii].

the context that ryan is not really active on social media is so important here because he had no idea of a) the kind of person shane was and what terrible things he said on the internet, and b) the way he was attempting to sabotage ryan’s career.

don’t worry, shane is still at it with managing musicians and creating drama. he was travis scott’s former manager, and in 2021, he claimed that he helped travis fake all of his streams to launch his career [iv]. this could be true, but it’s shane so i always take everything he says with a grain of salt anyway. he posted the tiktok about it during the astroworld events, so it reads to me as an attempt to insert himself into the situation (which is so tone deaf for such an insane tragedy like) (and of course, i’m not a travis scott apologist either). i take it that he is still the same as he was 10 years ago.

like i said, there is so much more to cover about shane, but we still have more entries to go over in this tier. therefore, i will leave you with this link to the aforementioned masterpost:

and another link with some more information:

its for lovers or just friends:

i mentioned this in tier 4, but this is a quote from ryan’s last ever livejournal post from june 25, 2006: “You don’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia.it's for lovers (orjustfriends)”

brie larson disneyland:

this refers to this picture of ryan at disney with brie larson.

i think it was from around 2017? they were hanging out because brie and alex greenwald used to date, and they were engaged before breaking up. there’s more pictures of them from this day in this twitter thread [v].

chelsey:

okay put your seatbelts back on cause this one is another entry that is a lot.

chelsey lynn is also known as the panic! stalker, and for good reason. she is a pretty terrible person and a lot of the reason that ryan and brendon don’t speak anymore. as discussed in an earlier tier, ryan and brendon did run into each other at a hooters and hang out, but around that same time, they tweeted each other occasionally, although they weren’t necessarily friends; however, the chelsey saga ultimately led to the complete ending of their friendship (which, granted, is not the worst thing in the world since brendon is also a pretty abhorrent person).

in 2012, chelsey started to catfish ryan pretending to brendon. she did this by hacking shane valdez’s (panic!’s former photographer and brendon’s former roommate) facebook account and messaging ryan under the guise of brendon. she told him she wanted to rekindle their friendship and was able to get ryan’s number, though she claims she got it from one of his friends, which is still weird. she catfished him for nine (9) months. she was able to coax all sorts of private and vulnerable information from ryan, such as the split, his relationship with z, his childhood, and more [vi].

once a fellow panic! fan and tumblr user got chelsey to confess, she went to shane morris about it, who thankfully actually took it seriously (even though shane has his own history of impersonating ryan, but we’ll talk about that later). due to the general public finding out about chelsey’s wrongdoings, she released an apology, but no fans really accepted it [vi].

chelsey did leak screenshots of her texts with ryan, which i won’t post here because i don’t think it’s appropriate, but you can find them if you feel so inclined. she also messaged someone on facebook stating that she has pictures of ryan she could leak, but she’s “nicer than that” [vii].

as i’m sure you can imagine, once ryan found out the truth, he was pretty upset. he made some instagram posts right after that were fairly sad.

the thing is, chelsey didn’t even like ryan that much; she was just obsessed with brendon and sarah. she stalked their families as well, and even had a spreadsheet of all of their information. she hacked several of their accounts too. she took photos from their private accounts and posted them on her tumblr, posing them as “rare” photos of brendon and sarah [vi].

the worst part of all of this? CHELSEY REMAINED ACTIVE IN THE FANDOM. she had a popular instagram account, called brendonurievines, and sarah followed it.

sarah ended up leaving a comment on instagram about it, in which she says there is nothing but love between them when they see each other…okay then. she also says she doesn’t follow her which is just a lie [viii].

chelsey has met brendon and zack hall multiple times, even as recently as when brendon was in kinky boots. she has deleted her instagram, but her youtube channel is still up. she hasn’t posted in 2 years, but even in 2020, she was posting videos of brendon and sarah.

lastly, she posted a statement on her instagram stories about it in 2018, taking no accountability.

so in conclusion, chelsey is a terrible person and one of the darkest sagas in ryan’s life. the way she catfished him during an already rough time in his life and gave him false hope that he could rekindle one of his oldest friendships was insanely gross. she shouldn’t be forgiven for this, and although she isn’t active anymore, we still shouldn’t forget what she’s done and continue to hold her accountable. here’s a post you can read to get more details than i put here:

gremlin:

a far more lighthearted entry than the last couple.

in 2015, ryan dressed as a gremlin for halloween. we’ll come back to this halloween party in the next tier.

zooey deschanel:

in around 2011, ryan and zooey were friends. they appeared on each other’s instagrams and tweeted back and forth some. the pics of them together are from vicky t’s christmas party in 2011.

the tragic love life of ryan ross:

this a series of tumblr posts by @pathetic-at-the-disco that chronicle ryan’s relationships. it starts from his high school girlfriend (who most of fever was written about), and it was originally supposed to end with helena, but they left off before moving on to z berg 5 years ago. it also discusses jac, keltie, katie, and his fling in cape town [ix].

they are fairly long posts because they contain a lot of detail, but i definitely recommend reading them because they’re really informative. definitely very well done and impressive. in fact, i sourced them a lot when talking about jac and keltie.

if you remember, in tier 2 i said i would link more info about his relationships with jac and keltie later in the iceberg. so here we are:

this is another post for further reading that corrects some things that were incorrect in the original post:

hung out with freshmen:

i cannot find the source for this anywhere, but in an interview, ryan said that when he was in his junior/senior year of high school, he hung out with freshmen.

tweets that aren’t his:

back to shane morris i fear.

in 2014, he hacked ryan’s twitter. i’ll talk about the specific tweets he made in the next tier. ryan did find out about the hacking and tweeted this.

all of the tweets are still up, and his twitter bio still says, “Nope. It wasn’t me.”

this is my coming out party:

in 2009, someone hacked ryan’s twitter and tweeted this, and it was absolutely iconic. i actually quote this frequently lmao

ryan ross struggles:

this is a twitter account, ryanrosstruggle (shoutout kiki), who posts struggles from ryan ross stans. struggle accounts basically just post unhinged or cringey tweets (or other posts) from people within the fandom. there are other kinds of posts they repost, but it’s really hard to describe, so you should just go to kiki’s twitter to see some of the things she tweets [x]. here’s a couple examples:

up next, we finish the actual iceberg before diving into the deeper waters.

tier 6

references:

[i] https://twitter.com/ryanrossconf?lang=en

[ii] https://astroe.tumblr.com/post/42733669382/shane-morris-and-why-everybody-hates-him

[iii] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/172418363736/hey-can-you-elaborate-on-the-whole-shane-thing-i

[iv] https://www.dailydot.com/unclick/travis-scott-shane-morris/

[v] https://twitter.com/crossboydreamie/status/1569466922042802178?lang=en

[vi] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/172832450316/the-time-that-ryan-ross-was-catfished-by-a-fan

[vii] https://dallonsmiles.tumblr.com/post/42837896821/here-are-a-few-screenshots-from-a-conversation

[viii] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/172147291981/last-year-i-remeber-in-a-comment-sarah-left-on

[ix] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/171140808026/the-tragic-love-life-of-ryan-ross-all-links

[x] https://twitter.com/ryanrosstruggle

#ryan ross #ryan patd #panic! at the disco #panic at the disco #patd #jon walker #brendon urie #spencer smith #the young veins #ryan ross iceberg

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benjaminthewolf · 10 months

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Wolven Storm (Remastered)

Been giving some old stories remasters recently. "Prey saved from elements" is still one of my favorite tropes.

****

Your bitter, icy, ragged breath shakily shudders in and out of your frigid, frost-glazed lungs, as your cornea-searing, visceral, salty tears begin to rapidly freeze over your face. The Snowy Isles had, indeed, been known to get undoubtedly horrendous blizzards around this time of the year, but they had never, ever, EVER been THIS bad before!

Hesitantly risking opening your eyes after a couple of seconds just shivering, (there was, after all, a very real possibility that doing so could cause your poor, rawed, positively depleted eyes to become frozen solid instantly) you are, in fact, only greeted with what you had ultimately gone into the perilous commitment expecting, at the furthest end of it all. White. Pure white. Nowhere, no one, nothing. Just white.

Your stunted, frail, meager, jittering body did what little it could at this point to keep itself vitally chugging along in spite of everything within current reality. You had practically, yet staggeredly, buried yourself underneath the snow in keeping to this instinctive task, reasoning that at least because you were mostly out of the wind, you could ignore the windchill to some degree. Still, with the many frozen layers currently rubbing against your stiffening being and paralyzing its skin to the touch, you only knew, upon a visceral twinge of your heart, that unless you were discovered soon, your heart would be doomed to slow ‘till it stopped, just as the hands of time would cease to turn their hands around your poor being.

As your decidedly non-conscious body risks an utterly heat-and-energy-sapping shiver, you can feel yourself beginning to lose consciousness. One, final tear finds the resolve it desperately needs to roll all the way down your scrunched-up cheek and into the snow, for you now knew that, as all the available evidence made it blaringly obvious in your mind, you were never to regain consciousness again.

****

To be entirely honest, I wasn’t exactly able to see much through the brutally whitened, blistering storm myself, either.

I could, however, smell. And because of that, I could track. And, because of THAT, I could most certainly tell that someone had passed this way by before me, although their footsteps had obviously been covered up by the ever-layering, brutal nature of the snow. No civilization at all existed anywhere even near this blistering area, as it was just a huge nature preserve, and at this stage of the horrid storm, if anyone that was not adapted to the cold like I was just so happened to have gotten trapped within its unforgiving, freezing suspension, their chances for survival were indeed, all but none.

That, you see, is exactly why I had chosen to come here, and it did now seem to be the case that my searching had not been in vain.

Only your head was still visible above the snow, (as much as anything was visible at all in these conditions), but that was all that I needed to be able to check if I wasn’t already too late. Thoroughly sniffing over your form with my powerful wolf nose, (which was actually just about as big as your head, surprisingly enough), I am not able to detect any of the distinctive whiffs of rigor mortis or decomposition upon it, and, after gently placing an ear up to your relatively small, frigid neck, a pulse is just barely audible. It had slowed to a near fatal level at this point, however, and the clock was ticking quite fast.

As a result of my examinations, I knew the only option now was to get you somewhere warm. And I also knew, quite well, as a matter of fact, that the only two places I had at my current disposal that could accomplish that feat you so needed, was, indeed, my maw, and, far more practically, my stomach.

Steadily unveiling onto your unconscious being, my pink, slimy, smooth, yet heated tongue, I allow a few heaves from my lungs to brush some warm air onto your body before I begin to stroke the hot muscle all across your numbed form, getting it positively soaked in my warm, sticky, and thus preparing you for your lengthy journey up ahead.

The moment your being is doused thoroughly within my fluids, I gently dig you out from the compounding feet of layered snow you are trapped beneath, before carefully maneuvering my lower mandible underneath you, and gently lifting you up into my maw. The snow I inevitably end up scooping in alongside you almost instantly melts from the heat, as front after front of warm air is brushed up onto your being. At last, I lock my jaws tight around you, not daring to allow even the most miniscule sliver of cold breach inside. Now, you are safe in my maw.

I proceed to gently wrap my cushiony tongue around your form, so the sensation of physically touching a warm object could help your rigid skin slowly recover. I swish you around between my cheeks for a while, before eventually unwrapping the slick, smooth muscle from your being, and slipping the thing underneath you, so that you may be gently pushed towards the back of the maw, and into my wide open gullet as such.

The top of your head gently brushes against my uvula as you are carefully lodged into my gullet. Tilting my head back slightly as I initiate the tight swallow, I am able as such to feel your being getting squeezed deep into my esophagus; a natural, small bulge swiftly forming inside my throat as I do.

Your currently limp, unconscious body has absolutely zero ability to resist as you are rhythmically kneaded and squelched down by the cushiony walls of the throat.With each pulse shoving you further and further into my form, more and more heat gradually replaces the horrid brutal, freezing cold that had once gravely threatened your body. Now, however, you were safe, and as your body reaches the lower esophageal sphincter, you are gently squeezed out into my stomach, the gurgling, churning organ expanding and contracting its walls all around you as the warm, harmless liquids continue to splash and slosh their heat upon your unmoving being.

Your head now lying comfortably against the squishy, flexible walls, I casually let out a satisfied sigh as I am able to feel your form settling down within my guts. Now, I had to bring you back to civilization. And thus, forwards, within the blinding, stiffening, brutal, vicious storm I must go.

****

The very first thing you were able to detect upon regaining a slight bit of consciousness was the deep, echoing pounding of my heartbeat, a baseline which was swiftly followed up by the gurgling and growling constant melody of the churning stomach around you, as you begin to shuffle about within your current state of conscious being.

Slowly opening your eyes in order to confirm you weren’t dead, your gaze naturally picks up the soft, shifting, pink walls of the organ around you, though at this point you didn’t exactly know you were in an organ, much less a stomach, specifically. You lightly brush a hand against the slick, goopy walls. You steadily heave in and out a breath of air. It all seemed too real to be some sort of near-death experience hallucination. And it was right then and there that the reality of the situation set in. You now knew you were alive, and the storm had not, in fact, killed you like you were so sure it would’ve back there in the snow.

You weren’t exactly sure how you had ended up here, or what this place even was, but, for the time being, that really did not matter at all. All that did matter was that you were alive, and would therefore live to grace civilization once again. You give a couple of gentle pats onto the warm, snug chamber, before laying your head back down, and snuggling yourself deep into the walls.

I, on the outside, could sense all this happening in real time, but I chose not to speak up for the moment being. You had already gone through enough already. The initial instinctive panic you would inevitably experience over hearing that you were currently inside of a stomach was most certainly not something I wanted to put you through at this point.

Thus, as all four of my padded wolf paws continued to make print after print within the rapidly gathering, blinding snow, I could only give a subtle smile to myself, knowing that my humble search today had, indeed, saved a life.

#soft vore #vore writing #vore stories #vore story #safe vore #male pred #male predador #furry pred #gt vore #unaware prey #unaware vore #protection vore #protective vore #wholesome vore #endosoma #extreme cuddling #pov vore #reader prey

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Heeyyy!!!

It never ceases to amaze me when, Azula stans portray Zuko’s anger towards is sister as this irrational thing. Then completely overlook that in the end girly pop was perfectly fine with murdering him and all the abuse she’s made him go through. Like seriously there’s something extremely vile at how they’ll demonize him and bring up stuff like their sibling hood or how their related so he should give her more grace. But, when it comes to her actively trying to murder her brother or even her uncle where was the “they’re family, how could she!!!”

Like where do you think it’s stemming from?

Yeah, those rules about how they're family and she was abused and she's mentally ill and blah blah only apply to Azula. I am still waiting for these people to talk about how maybe AZULA should have treated her brother better, how maybe it wasn't great for Zuko's mental health to be treated like a scapegoat and how maybe AZULA needs to understand that since she always sided with their father against him.

Where do I think it's coming from? Frankly, you do not have to look hard to figure that out. Our society is flooded with the same victim blaming garbage. And they know that Azula will never apologize for anything she did so the onus is on Zuko to fix her, and he can't do that if he has his own sense of self-respect and preservation, so they have to do everything to tear that down, too.

Where does it come from? It's DARVOing, plain and simple. That's even more obvious when every time Azula hurts someone, it ALWAYS has to be someone else's fault. It's not even an Azula vs Zuko issue, it's Azula vs Zuko, Mai, Ty Lee, Ursa, Iroh, the Gaang, the entire Earth Kingdom, that asylum in the comics, etc. etc. At some point, you have to realize what the common denominator is.

Can you imagine getting a gift for a family member and then them responding by destroying your gift and saying they wish you would die? And then can you also imagine them telling you that you must not have actually cared about them because if you really cared you would have gotten them something better? This is what an abuser would do, though.

Can you imagine years of being abused by a parent, having your sister side with your abuser, and then being told by said sister that actually, you need to consider how they feel? Even though she refuses to do the same for you and continues to side with the parent against you?

Can you imagine that you tell your best friend that after struggling to find your own identity, you've finally found your calling in life. Can you then imagine that said best friend decides to make your new job that you love so unbearable that you are forced to leave, so that your life can revolve around her instead? And then she expects you to watch as she murders your other best friend.

Can you imagine that your friend wants to set you up with a boy you like. Great, right? But then said friend also thinks that means they can interfere in your love life however they want, uses you to bring your boyfriend back to his abusive parent and then expects you to also watch him die?

Why are those things okay but Azula facing the consequences of her actions not okay???

I'll tell you why, because they think it's all about Azula. And given how much they talk about how they personally identify with her, that doesn't say anything good about them, either.

#azula #zuko #the discourse

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omg the obi-wan refusing to call someone “annie” thing somehow hurts more considering that he didn’t even addressed anakin as “ani”…like it’s too intimate? :’(

ah-na-kin, AN-na-kin, anagin, an-NA-kin, an-na-KIN? why does obi-wan call anakin "anakin" so much, not a nickname like "ani?" i mean both shmi and padmé shortened and softened his name into something easier to say, and anakin spent more time with obi-wan than either of them, so surely obi-wan would too, right?

i have a couple theories about this. you're right in bringing up intimacy, the use of "ani" by the women in his life flags it as being a domestic, familial, non-jedi name. obi-wan usually interacted with anakin as a fellow jedi, either learner or knight, and since "ani" was an informal nickname that reminded him of home, he probably wouldn't use it, trying to help anakin build up his new identity as a man.

so that identity theory is fine and good, but forgive me for going more into a linguistic-adjacent one too (i only took one class on this so call me out if i get something wrong). it's important to me to consider the function of the "k-" sound at the end of anakin's name.

[n] is something called a nasal, which means that air is allowed to escape through the nose as you say it. hold your hand in front of your nose when you say "ani" and you'll feel it. [k] on the other hand is something called a plosive, or a stop, because all airflow ceases for a moment while the airstream is blocked, and then there can be a release of the compressed air held back by the occlusion.

so, you can basically stretch out saying "ani" or "ana" for as long as you have breath, but when you add the "-kin," it adds an emphatic terminus to the name. so why does obi-wan do this? he has a habit of putting an entire sentence into the three syllables of anakin's name, and the way he says the last syllable functions like punctuation on that sentence, communicating a great deal about his state of mind.

i think it's telling that both shmi and padmé use "ani" which is smooth vowel noises that don't actually limit or curtail him, but obi-wan is continually hitting the "kin," so while "ani" can be shorter or easier to say without the stop, it doesn't actually have room for obi-wan to say everything he wants to say when he says anakin's name (usually to order, instruct, forbid, request, or reassure him somehow).

so, on one hand, "ani" is a facet of anakin's personality and life that obi-wan wasn't involved in, the domestic, feminine side of things, so it would have been strange for obi-wan to use it too, given their relationship to each other, but also obi-wan just likes to say the word "anakin" and weave his feelings into each syllable, ending with a useful, sometimes emphatic, sometimes exasperated, stop.

#obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #i took one class on historical germanic lingustics ok fair disclosure #i am no no no expert in this #but the K sound is useful for obi-wan #but he knows that anakin was ani in his heart too #the boys #sw

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silversoulstardust · 1 year

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steddie motorbike rider au

happy valentine's day, lovelies! here's the last part of steddie motorbike rider au on tumblr <3

part 1 here part 2 here

word count: 2k

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“Oh my god Steve, this is a sign from the universe,” said Robin excitedly through the receiver, high pitched in a rapid chatter. “This is god telling you to bang that beautiful stranger.”

Steve scrunched up his face in mock disgust at the suggestion, pulling away the receiver from his ear and scowling at it as though Robin could see it. “What? No! Robin, what?”

“Pshht, please Steven Beverly Harrington, don’t act like you’re above all that,” replied Robin, and it sounded like she rolled her eyes as she said it. “Above fucking someone on a first date.”

“Stop saying my middle name,” snapped Steve without a bite. He paused for a moment, his finger twirling around the cord. “I don’t know that much about him.”

“Okay, genuinely curious. How much did you know about Heidi, or Susan, or Megan, anyone really, before you let her hop on your disco stick?”

“Eww. Don’t talk about my disco stick, Rob. Also don't call my dick a disco stick. May I remind you I just broke up with Amanda a few days ago?”

“Amanda who?” asked Robin, but she didn’t even pause for Steve to answer. “Exactly, she’s nobody in your life anymore. She ceased to exist in our lives the moment she cheated on you, Steve. Good riddance, to be honest. I don’t even like her, and I just know she doesn’t like me either. Girl’s gut feeling. Anyway. Don’t change the subject. I’m onto you.”

Steve ran his hand over his face and groaned into the receiver. “Okay, how do I even bring it up? Make my move? I literally just ran out of the room the moment I saw the bed. It was awkward, okay? But I also don’t want to sleep on the floor, or on the couch here in the middle of the lobby.”

“Why are you asking me? How do you always make your move in the bedroom? Just put on your Harrington’s charm or something. People seem to dig it.”

“You’re useless.”

“You need me to lie to Keith to get another day off tomorrow. So, no, not entirely useless,” mused Robin. “Just fuck that guy. Like, literally. It doesn’t have to mean anything, it can be a one time thing, but also, is it so bad if it does spark something?”

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Steve deadpanned.

“Thoroughly. Already popping popcorn for when you tell me about all the juicy details tomorrow.”

“Ughh. You’re the worst,” sighed Steve as he rolled his eyes. “Love you, Rob. Good night.”

“Love you too Stevie! Make good choices! Night night,” said Robin chirpily, the last thing Steve heard before he hung up the phone.

He sighed again, heavily this time as he looked up at the stairs from the reception counter where the phone was, like it was a behemoth thing he had to conquer. He dragged his feet up after turning off the light at the main lobby area, heading towards the room again.

Just moments after they reached the room over an hour ago, Steve and Eddie were rendered speechless for a moment. It wasn’t really that awkward, not like how he emphasized it to Robin anyway. But there was a moment of silence where they exchanged looks with one another and it was as though they were telepathically playing ping-pong with the single thought of having to share the bed for the night, not verbalizing the arguments of other options at hand.

In the end, as Eddie was rummaging through his backpack for a pair of clean clothes he shrugged it off with, “I’m cool with sharing the bed. You?”

“Yeah, I’m okay with it too,” Steve stuttered, before making an excuse to call his workplace to let them know he wouldn’t be able to make it to work tomorrow. Technically, it wasn’t a made up excuse. He really did inform work. It just so happened that the assistant manager was his best friend too. And with Robin, there was no way he could get away without telling her the entire thing, so a quick phone call easily turned into an hour-long chat.

When Steve reached the room, Eddie was looking out a slightly open window, shirtless in a sweatpant with a towel on his hair. The sound of key clicking as Steve locked the door gathered his attention. And when he turned to look at Steve, there was a lit cigarette in between his fingers, a wisp of smoke slowly escaping the burning ember.

But of course Steve’s attention wasn’t drawn to that. His eyes instead went to the intricately designed inks on Eddie’s pale skin, of a creature and a spider on his chest and an odd looking dragon bracing his toned bicep. And there were bats too, on his forearm, but Steve had seen it before at the restaurant. He couldn’t help but wonder how many more tattoos were there on Eddie’s body. Wonder if he could have a closer look at each one of them. To admire it up close. His throat suddenly became dry, and he had to swallow hard before he was able to speak again. “Did you shower?”

“Yup," replied Eddie as he stubbed the cigarette. He rubbed his hair with the towel and let it fall on his shoulders as he took steps to close the gap between them. “You should take a shower too.”

“And you washed your hair? Dude, it’s freezing out there,” Steve gestured outside the window Eddie just closed, to the droplets on the glass and the sound of pattering rain and thunder in the distance. “You’re gonna catch a cold.”

“Hah! Nope. My uncle told me if you get rained on it’s better that you shower. Otherwise it’ll get you sick.”

“Yeah, I’m not buying that.”

“I haven’t gotten sick even once since I was fourteen, so,” Eddie shrugged, and pulled a black shirt over his head, before leaning into Steve’s personal space as he made his point. “Suit yourself, big boy. But don’t come at me crying when you catch the sniffles.”

In a fit of panic, Steve elbowed Eddie away, and Eddie narrowly evaded it with a shit eating grin on his face. “I won’t, because I’m not going to,” Steve sputtered his response. He then went into the bathroom and took a shower avoiding water from his hair, adamantly sticking to his gun.

When Steve stepped out of the bathroom in a cotton robe that barely fit him, Eddie was already tucked in bed. The overhead light was turned off, only a pale yellow light from the side table was illuminating the room. The robe was probably a standard size. But he felt like a giant in it, with the robes not overlapping all the way and had one of his thighs exposed, the slit splitting high and close to the crotch area as he walked. And he had no other choice, either that or he’d have to sleep in his birthday suit, because he wasn't prepared to overnight anywhere tonight.

He thought Eddie was already sleeping, lying in bed with his arm slung across his eyes, but he raised his head slightly to watch Steve emerge from the bathroom and walk towards the queen sized bed, settling on the empty space next to him. Even in the low light, Steve was aware of the burning gaze that was aimed at him. Eddie’s eyes were tracking Steve’s every move much like a lion preening on its prey, as Steve straightened his legs and crossed them at the knees, revealing a strip of skin on his thigh.

Steve pointedly ignored it. One thing was because he loved being a tease, but mostly because he was swimming in thoughts of what pick up line was best to use in this situation.

Steve wasn’t lying to Robin about how clueless he was to make this first move. Yes, he had a reputation, but he really liked Eddie. He didn’t want to ruin this budding friendship, and Eddie was a fun ride buddy he’d like to keep. If he had misread the situation, that was it. Game over. Tomorrow morning they split ways, and Steve would return to his sad life in Hawkins, and Eddie would continue his journey up north, never to be heard from again.

“Hey, um. Eddie?” said Steve finally, breaking the silence, testing the water.

Eddie shifted to lie on his side, with his elbow and hand propping up his head, giving Steve his full attention. “Yeah?”

In the end, Steve couldn’t help but parroted what Robin had said earlier. “Do you believe in the signs from the universe?”

Eddie was silent for a long time. Maybe it wasn’t that long, but it was long enough for Steve to start feeling self conscious and second doubting himself. Eddie’s neutral expression then slowly turned into glee, his mouth stretched into an amused grin, a wobble of his lips clamped down with a bite. A snort escaped him and Eddie flopped back on his pillow with a giggle he was unable to contain, and it didn’t take long for it to morph into a full blown raucous laughter.

Steve was dumbfounded. He stared at Eddie, flushed in the face and breathless as he laughed, rolling on his sides as though Steve just told him the funniest joke in the world. He scowled. “What’s so funny?”

Eddie promptly propped himself up to sit against the headboard next to Steve, shoulders brushing one another as Eddie was breathing in and out trying to stop himself from laughing.

“It’s just,” said Eddie in between giggle, biting his lower lip hard, “you spent all day flirting with me, an hour on the phone, over half an hour in the shower, and plus however long it was since you’ve been sitting on this bed with your thick thighs out here begging for my mouth to get on it, and ‘do you believe in the signs from the universe’ was the best pick up line you can come up with?”

Eddie shook his head and chortled. “You’re really hot, Steve, but I didn’t expect you to be such a dork.”

If Steve was a cartoon character, he was pretty sure there would be steam coming out from his ears at this point. His entire face was red and warm from the rush of embarrassment. It really was a lame and dorky pick up line, Steve had to admit. He was about to cover his face and lament on his cringe attempt at flirting but his mind bounced back. “Wait. You think I’m hot?”

“The hottest,” said Eddie simply, with a deep dimpled smile on the corner of his lips, his face inches away from Steve’s.

Steve’s line of sight fell on his lips. It was a little chapped, but the plump of the bow of his lips looked thoroughly kissable. He shifted his gaze to Eddie’s brown eyes, and caught him staring too. Steve swallowed thickly and with a voice barely above whisper he asked, “May I?”

The answer came in a form of plump lips pressing on his own in a gentle, languid kiss and yup, it was as soft as Steve had hoped it would be. Steve found himself a lapful of Eddie as Eddie deepened the kiss, playfully nipping on Steve’s lips to let his tongue in, licking and tasting the insides of his mouth. In turn, Steve could taste Eddie too – a little minty and very much smokey — but it all tasted sweet to him.

When they finally broke apart, out of breath with pink, swollen lips, Steve pressed a chaste kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Um, before we carry on, I want to make one thing very clear. I think you’re kinda hot too. Not kinda. You’re hot. Beautiful actually. I hope you don’t mind me calling you beautiful, Edd–”

Eddie cut him off with a slap of his hands to cup Steve’s jaws and a punctuating kiss on Steve’s lips with a grin on his face. “For the love of god, Stevie, just shut the fuck up and fuck me.”

Steve had no choice but to oblige. And Eddie? Eddie just landed himself a pretty sweet ride.

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@zerokrox-blog @evix-syne666 @goodolefashionedloverboi @original-cypher @i-must-potato

That's it for tumblr! Thank you for reading. I plan to write an explicit version but it'll only be posted on Ao3, maybe sometime later this week. (I feel bad for not being able to meet the deadline that I myself set up lol work and immigration paperwork got in the way </3)

#steddie #steddie ficlets #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #motorbike rider au #valentine's day #with a side of #platonic stobin #chromie writes #chrmz.txt

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flickerfly · 10 months

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Thinking abt how almost every time I refer to myself as he/it or tell people I use He AND it pronouns they either get flabbergasted and just call me he or they or just straight up refuse to call me anything other than He

Like. I get the stigma around it/its pronouns but for people to be like "oh yeah I can use she/they for you! Ill alternate them!" Only to turn around to any secondary it/its users and be lile "ummm I cant handle that/Im not comfortable doing that so I'll only use He/Him... its too complicated..." like what!!!

If you can use he/they or she/they for someone you can use he/it or she/it!! Please 😭 Im tired of being misgendered or only gendered as He, I ask people to shake it up for a reason, cuz im GNC!! Im not just a He!!

The double standards this community has for things they dont entirely understand or lack the nuance of never ceases to hurt just a little bit. If you can accept queer people you have to accept the ones that make you uncomfortable or that you dont understand, too.

#jay.txt #im SO close to just putting it/its in my bios Only bcuz people always ignore it 😭😭👎

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kellanved-ammanas · 2 months

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TF2 Drabbles: Pyro/Medic - I Think I Might be An Idiot

Summary: I know it’s a little overdone, but could I suggest a hanahaki fic with pyro/medic? Maybe pyro confesses just in time for some fluff and angst :)

Pyro being sick was unusual by itself. He was normally pretty hardy, even the flu that had swept through the team a couple months ago, binding several of them to their beds for almost a whole week, hadn’t shook him much. So when he’d come to Medic, complaining of a painful cough, Medic hadn’t worried, thinking it just a cold. He’d given Pyro some cough syrup before sending him on his way so he could prepare for when everyone else caught it and inevitably suffered worse.

Such hadn’t occurred though. No one else got sick and instead Pyro got worse and worse until he couldn’t even perform in battle anymore.

“I think you should move permanently into the infirmary where I can keep a better eye on you,” Medic said, ceasing his pacing as the coughing on the other side of the curtain around Pyro’s bed finally wheezed to a halt.

“Don’t wanna.” Even without the mask, Pyro’s voice was barely audible. It was strained as if he had trouble breathing.

Medic could force him and would be justified in doing so. But he’d never had to force Pyro do anything before. Usually he was the one who cooperated with Medic the most, even more than Heavy at times. But he’d caught whatever this was and then shortly after stopped letting Medic even see him without the suit and mask on, let alone anything else, like properly examine him to find out what was wrong.

“I must insist you finally let me examine you here, at least. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“I just need more cough syrup.”

Cough syrup had stopped doing anything helpful for him, if it ever had, weeks ago. Insisting he was fine was something Medic would’ve expected from like half the others on the team but never Pyro. Nothing was adding up and… it had been going on for a while now.

“You know if you’re sick for too long you’ll be removed you from Respawn so when you die of whatever the fuck this is, it’ll be permanent.”

“Miss Pauling wouldn’t do that.”

“She wouldn’t but the Administrator would and according to Miss Pauling, is planning to. She wants to replace you. Miss Pauling argued and got you another week in the system but that’s it.” It was far too short a time so if Pyro didn’t give in soon, Medic would force it, his trust be damned.

There was a long silence from Pyro while Medic resumed pacing. Being a private person, the room was small and had no window, making the space feel slightly claustrophobic. The familiar smell of blood filled it; Pyro could only be coughing it up though he wouldn’t let Medic see. When asked, he denied it and refused to answer entirely.

Finally, after another too long coughing fit, Pyro answered, his voice quiet and pleading. “I don’t wanna die.”

“I don’t want you to die either so let me fucking help.” Even if his main goal in pursuing medicine wasn’t to help people, it could still allow him do so when he felt the need to but only if he was also allowed to.

Another long pause before… “Okay. You can open the curtain.”

Before he could change his mind, Medic strode over and did so, throwing them open hard enough to make their stand rattle. Pyro sat on the bed, slightly propped up against some pillows, the blanket pulled up halfway to his chest. Surrounding him were blood spattered flower petals. In the trashcan next to him, there were even more.

“Ah! I’m familiar with this disease.” He’d always wanted to see it in person but being magical in nature, it was rare. Ooh, the temptation to study it was strong! But… it had already gone on so long and they had such a short time frame to get Pyro back on his feet… damn it. “Lucky for you, it’s actually got a fairly simple cure. All you got to do is...”

“I know,” Pyro interrupted. “Gotta tell someone I love them.”

“If you knew that why didn’t you?” Medic could just about slap him for letting him worry for so long.

“I don’t think he loves me back.”

“That doesn’t matter, it’s the telling that matters. Who is it, I’ll go get them.” It was certainly going to be awkward but better that than Pryo dead.

More hesitation, lasting long enough that Medic was taking a breath to ensure him, he wouldn’t judge so Pyro should just hurry up and say already, before finally he spoke. “You.”

“Oh.” That… certainly explained why Pyro had been avoiding him specifically.

“I love you.” As soon as the words were out his mouth, Pyro’s face scrunched up as he put a hand to his chest. He coughed one more time, bringing up a single petal that would be the last.

Damn, Medic should’ve brought him into the lab to get an x-ray on his chest before having him confess. He could’ve seen the flower and then watch it magically vanish. … Too late now. But also he had something else to worry about; Pyro’s confession. How did he feel about that? … Well, given he hadn’t asked Pyro to come to his lab so he could study his disease up close and personal but instead had remained focused on wanting him cured, he knew the answer to that.

He walked the rest of the way over to Pyro’s bedside. Bending down he gently took one of Pyro’s hands in both of his, lifting it for a light kiss on his knuckles. “I love you too.” Such words weren’t easy for him to say but he needed to make his reciprocation clear.

Now it was Pyro’s turn to respond with nothing but an, “Oh.”

“You should’ve just told me to begin with, would’ve saved us both a lot of trouble.”

“Yeah… probably. Sorry. I think I might be an idiot.”

“I don’t think I can argue with that. As long as you’re an alive idiot though, it’s fine.” And as long as he was Medic’s idiot too.

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 drabbles #pyro #medic #pyromedic #burnward

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Boxtober - Day 14: “Truth Or Dare?”

Day 14: -Jeff The Killer & Toby Rogers X GN!Reader “Yes. No. I don’t know.” X “Truth or Dare”

-I do not own "Jeff The Killer" or any of the others and do not take credit for them.

You had multiple covers on you as you were cozied up in your bed. The bed that you had no intention of ever leaving until loud invading knocks started to hit your door. You could tell two current people were doing it due to the different patterns. "What?" you shouted at the noisy knocking from outside your room. "Come out!" you heard someone’s raspy voice shout over the obnoxious knocking. You were going to cuss them out, but you just decided against it. and choose to deal with it. You snaked out of your bed, yawning, as you abruptly opened your wooden door. The knocking ceased as a blonde, short, elf-like guy face-planted on top of your carpet before he began to recover from it. You looked up to see another man laughing at him. The other was extremely pale with dark charcoal hair lining his face. Though, what was more strange was the uncanny smile he had carved into his skin. The two waking you up after your nap, of course, were Jeff and Ben. Who else would it be?

"We’re going to go fuck around, and I wanted to personally invite you. Though the dipshit ruined it." Jeff sighed before, smiling again at Ben who was currently suffering. You could hear the blonde guy make a painful noise as he started to get up from your carpet. "Idiot," Jeff muttered before, his blue eyes stared at Ben. You could feel a grin making its way across your face. "You, me, and Ben in the living room," he said before turning away from you and walking purposefully to the proxy hall. You weren’t sure what was about to go down in the living room, but you knew that you’d probably want to bring popcorn. "My fucking face." he rubbed his cheeks as you turned to Ben who was now fully up. "Why do you have to be such a deep sleeper?" he muttered as he left your room. You could hear him talking to himself as he also made his way to the main proxy hall. So many chaotic things took place in a matter of minutes but, that was just like them.

As you leave your room, not bothering to take your phone with you. You started to head to the main room. You could hear even more banging, or as they would call it, knocking politely. It probably wasn’t a good idea to knock like that on Tim’s or Brian’s doors, but you doubted they cared. It made you wonder what those two had in store for the entire mansion. I mean, normally you would take part in their activities, but you have been snoozing. Though, it most likely surprised some of the people that you weren’t there knocking right along with them. But you’d likely join them later once you're fully awake. You then decided to take Jeff’s advice and headed to the living room. You took some turns before you made your way. The vast open room was much different from the tight hallway you’d just traversed. The odd thing about the living room was just how normal it looked. It didn’t look like it belonged to a serial killer but instead to a family. However, it was much warmer than any of the other rooms due to the fireplace warming and lighting the room.

"What the fuck is going on?" Toby made direct eye contact with you as he had his hands in his pockets. "Huh?" you muttered to him, not knowing what he meant. "I just had Ben and Jeff wake me up." you quickly caught on. You knew he thought you had something to do with it when you didn’t. You three always messed with Toby since he was the funniest proxy to fuck with. "For once, it wasn’t me." He looked surprised and even gasped before a smile broke out on his face. "Good, because they're after Tim and Brian right now.’ ‘And you know, Tim is probably going to kill them for it and it’d suck to see you go,' he muttered, relaxing slightly. He seemed to trust you enough to take your word that you had nothing to do with it. Either it was how tired you looked, or maybe he thought you were lying and just wanted to see how things played out.

Almost right on cue, you could hear energetic rushing come down the hallway. You could hear a feminine voice chant, Jeff, as a more masculine one cussed them out. Suddenly, Jeff entered the living space, violating the quiet. "Leave me alone!" Jeff cursed the girl who was chasing him. Toby made way for the other two as they threw themselves forward at you. "You can join, just fucking stop," he muttered as all vile behavior quickly ceased from Nina. She grinned largely, almost enough to compete with Jeff’s. "Alrighty, everyone needed should be coming." Jeff looked toward you, smiling, ready to cause problems for everyone. You could hear Toby quietly but aggressively criticize Jeff’s stupidity from afar. He may have been just as bad as Jeff, but he hated waking up to something dumb. You kind of felt bad for everyone he woke up for this, especially the higher proxies who barely got any rest, like Brian, Tim, Kate, and Toby.

As you turned around to see Ben, you had already sensed a presence behind you. He seemed like he was sneaking up on you to perhaps try and scare you. "Alright, who told them?" Ben changed his entire stance as he gave up. And that’s when you heard two steps of heavy footsteps rapidly approaching your location. Ben quickly lost interest in finding out who told you he was there. As you both looked up at the sudden noise and entrance. It was the two head proxies, Masky and Hoodie, otherwise known as Tim and Brian to you. "I swear if someone isn't dying and I was called out here for no reason," Tim grumbled, his feminine-painted mask clinging to his face. Ben seemed to freeze a little in his presence as Hoodie yawned. Brian seemed tired, way beyond repair, and you could've bet that Jeff didn’t help at all.

After everyone arrived, Jeff pulled you closer to him and Ben as he smiled proudly, coming to your side. "Me, Ben, and Reader have an epic game for all of us," Jeff spoke for all three of you as Ben nodded excitedly. You could feel the gaze of the proxies burning into you, monitoring everything you did, wanting to know what they woke up for. And before you could defend yourself, one last pair of steps came into the room. Soon, a dark brown-haired man stepped into the room quietly as the clack of his boots exposed his presence. Liu was standing tall as his green scarf seemed to swallow him whole. "What did my brother do this time?" he muttered as he looked at the pissed-off proxies. "We’re all going to be playing Truth or Dare." Ben presented the idea with full confidence. He looked so proud of himself. You could hear the loud exhale Tim let out as well as the chuckle Toby let out. Of course, it would be something this childish, knowing the two of them.

To start the game, Ben quickly sat on the floor as Jeff joined him. And as soon as Jeff sat down, Nina quickly did as well, making sure to sit with him. Which Jeff tried to tolerate as you unwillingly sat next to Ben. "And I thought you didn’t have any part of this?" Toby chuckled lightly, sitting right next to you, making sure to call you out. "I didn't, but I do now," you sighed, but Jeff's laughter brought a smile to your face. And slowly but surely, everyone sat down. It did take a disappointing second for Hoodie or even Masky to even think about doing so. "After this, you three better not bother me anymore," Tim sighed but continued to engage in the childish activity.

"Okay, question one, Liu, truth or dare? Ben targeted Liu, finding him probably the funniest to go after first and probably to get back at him for joining when he wasn't invited. "Truth." Liu exhaled, looking to the floor as Jeff called him a pussy. They didn’t care whether or not a valued proxy was near. They freely spoke their minds, knowing they were being watched.

"Alright, have you ever failed a mission and lied to a leader proxy about it?" Ben smiled evilly as Liu didn’t seem phased by the question, but you could tell Tim stiffened up and was watching closely. You couldn't tell if Hoodie cared at all. He seemed rather spaced out from lack of sleep. "That was two but, no I have not," Liu answered, making sure they heard him. Jeff muttered in disappointment. He was probably disappointed to be related to someone so introverted. "Now, truth or dare, Tim?" Liu looked in his general direction. He changed the attention from himself to someone scarier to ask. And in doing so, it worked out in his favor because now everyone was watching Tim. He sat there and looked at Liu, knowing that this was some type of payback for him not trusting Liu."This is-’ ‘Truth." he decided to go with it, knowing he woke up for this and was sitting down for it. "All of you are pussies, not like me and Reader though." Jeff smiled harder as Nina gasped slightly, but she tried not to take offense. Nina had always been obnoxious to Jeff, even when he made his feelings clear to her.

"How often do you smoke?" Liu asked him as he thought about it for a moment, and Brian answered for him "Five times a day at the least." You could hear Tim sigh as it was his time to target someone. "Brian, truth or dare?" he asked his friend, who was looking at him through his ski mask. He looked a little disappointed to have the attention suddenly on him. The entire game seemed to be people getting back at each other. "I swear," Jeff muttered. "Truth." Brian said clearly as Jeff let out an agitated noise, which Hoodie seemed happy to hear. "If you had to get rid of someone permanently in this room, who would it be?" Tim said, after thinking for a moment. It didn't take him long to make up his mind. "Probably Jeff," Brian answered briefly, as Jeff let out a gasp. "That's a compliment," he said, proud of the fact that if Hoodie had the chance, he'd get rid of him. Brian sat there before looking at everyone in the room. "Ben, truth or dare?" Brian asked him as Ben smiled, gladly taking the question. "Dare," Ben answered quickly, as Jeff seemed to get excited. "I dare you to punch Jeff." Hoodie made up his mind to further hurt Jeff as Ben laughed. As Jeff stared down Brian, Ben punched Jeff in the face. You could see him take it like a champ, but he still recoiled from it. You could see Nina gasp and stare at Ben with only violent thoughts.

"All of you are traitors," Jeff muttered, as Ben had been laughing at him for a good moment. "Anyway, truth or dare, Jeff?" Ben smiled as Jeff actually seemed happy and his mood instantly went up. "Dare," he answered, trying to show off the fact he wasn’t scared. "I dare you to ask out that someone you've been talking about." you could see Liu visibly sit up looking at you. You could see a blush rise on Nina’s cheeks as she sat up getting ready for impact. You could see Jeff stiffen up upon hearing the question. "Well, I know you have one." Ben applied pressure, which Toby was watching in full entertainment, and you were too. You could see Jeff look at you for a moment before he looked away at the wall. A blush seemed to tint his face as he sat still. "Give me a different one," Jeff demanded, as Ben fully laughed at him. "Alright, text them then." Ben smiled, knowing full well that he could just see who he would text through his logs. As he pulled out his shattered phone, Jeff said something that could've been heard as a fine. You could hear him type as Nina pulled out her phone, awaiting a text to come her way.

But, it never did as you all sat there waiting for a beep or at least something. Jeff put away his phone as Nina violently gasped, getting up and fully leaving. You could hear a string of cuss words from her as she fully left. "Truth or dare, Toby?" Jeff seemed happy to see Nina go as Toby smiled that he got the choice. He was fully engulfed in all the stupid things occurring around him and did not even mind partaking in them. "Truth." he sat back down as Jeff rolled his eyes. "I can’t believe we have such losers as our leaders," he spoke under his breath, knowing everyone could hear him. "Do you have a crush on Reader?" he fully said, without a second thought, as you could see Toby fully back up. The other’s eyes seemed to be glued on him as he sat there for a second. "Yes. No. I don’t know." he stated, as you saw Jeff look surprised for a moment. Toby had red dusted on his face. You could hear Ben giggle at the words. You didn't know how to take that new information and just felt heat rise to your cheeks.

"I'm going to head to bed." As he left the room, Tim took himself out of the awkward situation by silently wishing you luck. It didn’t take long for Brian to use Tim as a scapegoat, following him closely behind. Those two didn't want to either see or hear the fight that was slowly making itself known. You could see Jeff and Toby making eye contact with one another aggressively as Liu looked at both of them frantically. "Let’s just head to bed. We have an important mission tomorrow." Liu broke up the intense looks as Toby looked away, crossing his arms. "Night Reader," Toby seemed to whisper as he got up. You got up from your spot as it seemed everyone was leaving their current spots. You turned to go back to your room as you could’ve sworn you could hear Jeff try to reach out to you but pulled back. As you said your goodbyes and went back to your room. You could see the way your phone’s screen lit up with one fairly new notification. "I like you."

#fictober22 #day14 #flufftober #creepypasta x reader #toby erin rogers x you #toby erin rogers x reader #toby erin rogers x y/n #Ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #ticci toby x y/n #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x y/n #jeffery woods x reader #fanfiction

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