#day25

[lady-lostmind]

Sick

Love is: Asking, "Do you want a blanket?" And the kiss left on my forehead.

a @steddielovemonth prompt Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 91 | Rating: G

ao3 link

Steve curls up on his side, clutching his middle with a groan. Eddie squats down in front of the couch, reaching out to brush away the hair plastered to Steve’s sweaty forehead. 

“You want me to get you a blanket, sweetheart?”

Steve groans and peers up at Eddie, his head bobbing in a weak nod. 

Eddie presses his lips to Steve’s forehead and mumbles “I’ll be right back,” against his skin. 

Steve sighs, feeling a little better even as he curls tighter around himself to wait for Eddie to get back.

#Love is asking #“Do you want a blanket?” And the kiss left on my forehead. #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fanfic #stranger things #steddielovemonth #day25 #lady lostmind

[bongo-clash]

I Wonder if I Would Delete You

Ectober week prompts: Forest He thinks about the corpse in the woods sometimes. Hard to forget where you are buried.

'Valerie Gray finds out that the resident ghost kid was never buried beneath a grave. Valerie Gray finds out that there’s a body in the woods.'

(Content warnings in tags || fic under cut!!)

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Valerie remembers, very vaguely, the look on Sam and Tucker’s face on the first day of highschool. 

They usually had a third kid with them, she knew. Danny. She’d seen the briefest glimpse of his face in the newspaper near the end of the holidays, the offhand worry of her father when he brought it up once and never again. Nothing substantial, just ‘You know the Fenton’s youngest? Danny, I think his name was, in your year. Apparently he went missing on Tuesday and they haven’t found a sign of him since.’. He slipped through the cracks of freshman year, and the ones who’d known him since elementary school noticed (Dash, in particular, had whined at the absence of his favourite punching bag, made a face at the news, and stopped talking about it when he didn’t show up after a few days), but very few others did. 

He was just one of those kids who’d never really made much of an effort to cross anyone’s radar beyond his limited social circle. He just wasn’t someone who’d made themselves all that memorable, after all, plenty of kids from middle school weren’t going to Casper High; for all that it felt weird not to see them anymore, there wasn’t much to dwell on. 

His parents (the only thing he’d really been known for), though they were unnaturally quiet for the first few weeks, soon fell back into their obsession. His sister was still hoping he’d turn up again, but she was also a budding psychologist, and it was clear she was trying not to let it impede her when there was nothing she could do. It was just… such a non-issue for everyone else, in the end, even if no one knew why he went missing. (Even if Sam and Tucker sometimes made faces at each other, like they had something to say but couldn’t share it.)

It was all the more easy to forget when ghosts started showing up in Amity Park. Many regularly, one constant: Phantom. 

Valerie hates his guts more than anything else, if she had to pick. Even if no one really got hurt in the fights, property damage skyrocketed, their day-to-day became chaos, and especially at first, everyone was scared. When the ghost kid ruined her life, hatred bloomed like hogweed in her chest, but the people in her class loved him. A mysterious superhero, with cool powers, flying around town every day and every night to fight off creatures from another dimension in a weird, glowing costume? It was like something out of a comic book, of course they loved it, but all she could think about was how much collateral was left in the wake, the image of that ghost and his stupid dog tearing through her life and leaving nothing but fragment pieces behind, spilt like a stain in her memory. Green, ugly, and hard to wash out. It was only natural that she took up the opportunity to get revenge when it found her, even if she didn’t trust Masters as far as she could throw him. 

This is all to say: the last two years of her life have been busy. It’s a hard wire to walk on- between staying afloat enough to pass her classes, keeping up with her job to help her dad, trying to keep violent ghosts from invading the town and desperately trying to get people to see that the worst one of them all is the one that keeps attempting to earn their trust- she barely has time for anything else. Sometimes, she even lets Phantom deal with the ghosts if they’re pathetic enough, because she’s sure he’s playing the long game with them but it’s been a long game, and she really does need to keep living her life. She’s a junior, now; she’ll be seventeen in the new year, and her dad’s so excited to teach her how to drive. She’s not going to let the world stop turning for a couple of ghosts. 

It’s one of those days, though, where she figures Phantom’s been flying around for a bit too long, and it’s time for an intervention. Can’t let him get too confident in his welcome. So, she’s suited up and following his signature with a tracker, listening as the thing ticks like a Geiger counter to signify the proximity, scanning the horizon for a familiar glowing silhouette and keeping her ectogun clasped in one hand, ready to shoot first and never ask. 

Over the course of her flight, she finds herself much further from the centre of town than the ghost is usually spotted, but his signature is lit up green on her scanner, and it’s not moved once. By the time his figure comes into view, she’s barely in Amity’s borders at all, hovering on the cusp of thick woodlands and wild, uncut grass on its edges. 

She spots a complicated look on his face as she lands. Valerie doesn’t know who he’s pretending for. 

“What are you doing here, ghost?”

Phantom doesn’t dignify her with a face-to-face conversation. His head tilts like he’s trying to look at her without eyes, and his hands lift to protect his chest even though she’s facing his back; if she had to try and describe his posture, it would be ‘troubled’. Still, though, she can’t forget this is a ghost. Hard to with the glow and the slight transparency and the unnatural white shade of his hair, but still, the thing she’s talking to here isn’t a person no matter how much his figure suggests it. 

His shoulders keep making weird shrugging motions, half failing on the way down and sometimes jerking backwards, and she thinks he’s trying to figure out how people breathe. “Hi, Red.” He says, something imitating a sigh, and his behaviour is as unusual as it is fascinating, but he’s deflecting and she won’t have it. 

“Answer the question.”

“I- it’s nothing you’d find interesting. I’m not gonna do anything.”

Her eyes narrow with suspicion, hold on her ecto-gun tightening near the trigger. “And I’m supposed to just believe that? Let me guess: that dog ripping my house apart was you ‘doing nothing’ too.”

“No!” He retorts, finally turning around, eyes wide. His hands are twitching at his side, half-trembling, and the underneaths of his nuclear-waste eyes are oddly shadowed- as if ghosts can even sleep, let alone get tired. “No, that wasn’t nothing, and I’ve been sorry about that ever since it happened, but I- this isn’t about that. This isn’t about anything- it’s just… complicated. And not your business.”

Well, that’s not worrying at all. She doesn’t know what he’s trying to achieve by spouting such ridiculous crap, but she’s not picking it up regardless. “What are you doing, Phantom.” It’s not a question. 

“I just said-“

“That was not an answer.” Valerie snaps, lifting up the nozzle of the ectoweapon from the ghost’s torso to point right between his eyes. “You know I won’t hesitate to pull this trigger, Phantom; you know I’ll tear you apart. Tell me what you’re doing.”

The part of her that’s read all of the Fentons’ academic papers knows ghosts don’t feel real emotions, knows any features can be manipulated to their liking for whatever ridiculous goal they’ve set their sights on. The part of her that picks at her old bleeding heart twinges at the look on Phantom’s face, no matter how superficial. The shadows under his eyes look like bruises in this light. Tired, tired, tired.

He sighs: a thing he has no need for and probably only does to make himself seem more human. “You really want to know?” He responds, turning around once again so he doesn’t have to look her in the eyes. Stupid, too, considering he’s turning his back to the gun. “Fine. Follow me, then.”

She doesn’t deign to give him an answer, but he seems to interpret the silence as one either way. He goes forward into the thick, and before he can disappear, she follows. 

The ghost isn’t floating, is the first thing she notices. 

It’s their natural instinct, she’s sure; half of them probably don’t even remember how to walk, with all the time they spend up in the air or drifting about in whatever version of Hell they come from. But Phantom walks now like his feet are tethered to the ground, forced into it with something deeper than gravity. For all that he usually never shuts up, he doesn’t say a word. It seems he doesn’t even notice she’s still aiming a blaster at the back of his head, doesn’t even care. 

Time passes between steps. Slowly, as if the further they walk the deeper into space they go, the sunlight overhead is shut away by canopy cover. Oak and ashwood trees disperse themselves along a nonexistent path, roots hidden beneath the browns of old leaf litter and dirt, an imitation of tripwires as Valerie tries not to catch her feet on something. The forest is too dense for her hoverboard. She’d crash into all the low-branches if she tried. Grounded as he is, though, Phantom doesn’t trip once; there’s got to be a reason he has the route memorised, if he’s not just leading her in circles, but she’s never caught him around this area before. Is this where he goes after fights? 

An artificial night surrounds them by the time Phantom begins to slow down, stars in the form of microscopic sunspots and the vague shine of lichens. It comes through something silver in the place they’d stopped- just underneath an oak’s armspan. Old leaf litter covers what looks like a molehill. 

Phantom sits down, but she doesn’t bother to do the same, too wary. “What is this?” She questions. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll told you I wasn’t gonna do anything.” He says, posture hunched over. “I just wanted to… y’know, sit for a bit.”

Yeah, not buying it. She rounds his figure, not quite putting herself in his direct line of sight, but enough that they can both see each other’s front, and enough that she can gauge his expression, for as little as that counts for. 

…Maybe a little more than she bargained it counting for, if she’s being honest. His lips are pinched to a downward-curving line, like he’s trying to hide the shape by pursing them but failing. His knees are pressed to his chest, arms wrapped around and gripping each other like a lifeline, jumpsuit creasing oddly around them for all that it shouldn’t, with ghost fabrics not adhering to normal physics. The eyes are worst of all, though. Seeming duller, somehow- less green and more turquoise, maybe- shining with something Valerie can’t parse and doesn’t like. Something familiar on an unrecognisable face, settled onto the slight bump in the dirt. 

There’s a direction her brain his heading to in its conclusion, because this is a ghost looking far too intensely at raised ground, and really, there’s only so many conclusions she can reach, no matter how much she hates it. 

It’s rude to ask, she knows. She lets it slip anyway. “Phantom,” She starts, oddly absent of her usual barbs past the dread. “What’s under there?”

His gaze flicks briefly towards her, shoulders tightened and wary of the questioning. She’s never seen him this closed off before. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Tell me.”

“Idon’t want you to know.”

“Phantom.”

Phantom’s expression is awful, awful, awful. “I died two years ago.” He says, voice devoid. “No one’s found me yet.”

Oh. 

Oh. 

Oh God. 

This is still in Amity Park borders. It’s on the cusp, near the edge, but this is still Amity. This is about a thirty minute walk from the other end of Casper High; if you turned left from where she’s standing and kept going, you could probably come out the other side near the Nasty Burger, its back some distance to all the trees. This is Amity Park, and she’s been living in its vicinity all her life, and there’s a body in the woods and no one knows it’s here. 

Briefly, her mind brings forth the image of something beneath the soil, and she closes her mouth around the bile it sends careening up her throat. She doesn’t know what Phantom might have looked like before he died, but she’s certain that if she tried to look, all she’d find would be bones. It’s been more than long enough for the rot to set in and run its course, anything more than that melted away and chewed through by whatever insects buried themselves with him in the decay. She feels like the smell of something foul is caught in her nose now that she knows what she’s practically standing on. She wonders if he’s buried shallow. Guesses at the answer lying idle in the turned soil.

He takes in her speechlessness with a strange mix of fear and exhaustion. “Red? You still in there?”

“You- I- two years ago?” And it’s not like her, but she can’t help it. There’s nothing she can say in the face of this, nothing she can feel beyond the roiling wave of nausea and catatonic shock. They looked about the same age when she started out, and he died two years ago. He looks younger than her now.

“I’d be sixteen this year.” He says, helpfully, as if that makes anything easier. She got her provisional driver’s license in the mail a few months ago and she’ll be old enough to take lessons next year, and he’d be doing the same thing as she is around now but he’s dead. He’s dead and she’s not heard a thing about a kid dying in the last few years. He’s dead and buried shallow. 

There’s not many other conclusions to reach. She’s not sure how it’s never crossed her mind before now, but for the first time in two years, Valerie wonders who Phantom used to be. Wonders what he did to get murdered in secret. 

Wonders if who (or what) did it is still around. 

#tw death #gore ment tw #tw corpse #(not explicitly shown but talked about in some detail) #corpse au #I wrote some of this a while back and some of this today so it Might be a bit messy but still!!! #It's Kind Of based on an idea for a bigger fic I have plans for but just tweaked for the prompts #Might actually try and write that fic properly tbh I really like the idea!! #also the title's from the song Pope Alexander #Hope this is okay!!! #ectoberweek2022 #day25 #dp au #danny phantom au #dp fic #dp fanfic #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom #danny fenton #valerie gray #Bongo's Aus!!! #Bongo's Writing!!!

[artistoftales]

Day 25 Wes Sceptor, I feel they are the sassy type, personality-wise. #wessceptor #digitalart #egyptiansymbol #emblemofdominion #divinepower #egyptianmythology #digitalart #akhtober #egyptian #drawing #mythology #art #day25 #digitaldrawing #magic #pagan #witchcraft #illustration #simple #kemetic #firealpaca #artist #artistoninstagram #myart #dahkyarts #artistoftales #artistonig

#wessceptor #digitalart #egyptiansymbol #emblemofdominion #divinepower #egyptianmythology #akhtober #egyptian #drawing #mythology #art #day25 #digitaldrawing #magic #pagan #witchcraft #illustration #simple #kemetic #firealpaca #artist #artistoninstagram #myart #dahkyarts #artistoftales #artistonig

[black-opal-001]

@trigun98watchparty

In day 25 we have:"P.O.V: you are Vash":

One more day everyone, one more day and the tri98 journey end, its crazy how fast time moves sometimes.

#tri98watchparty #trigun 98 #Day25 #Vash really misses his mom

[kodalacar]

Tempting 💜

#inktober 2022 #inktober #day25 #tempting #arcane victor #victor #arcane netflix #arcane #kodalacar #fanart

[boxthoughtsblog]

My Sky Today - February 25, 2024 6:39pm Hawaii Join the MY SKY TODAY project!

#myskytoday #2024 #February #DAY25 #TIME1800 #UTC0400DATE20240226 #Hawaii #USA #sunset skies #evening color #cloud color #BoxThoughts

[sarahculture]

Inktober day 25 "Dangerous"

#portrait #day25 #inktober 2023 #inktober #ballpoint #30 day drawing challenge #drawing #traditional drawing #art #sarahculture

[kadiwright]

Day 25: Lust

Prompt belongs to DarkDragonDeception on DA

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (C) Craig McCracken

Art (C) @kadiwright

#goretober 2023 #day25 #lust #bloo #berry #fosters home for imaginary friends #digitalart #artist on tumblr #myart #bloo fhfif #fhfifberry

[logicgunn]

domaystic 25: misdialed calls

On AO3

Written for @domaystic

“John, can you grab dinner from the mess on your way home?”

“Sure, buddy.”

“And can you swing by the infirmary and ask Jennifer for more of that cream?”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s just that I’ll be late with the repairs and I don’t want to have to bother the night shift.”

“Okay.”

“I think Biro is on tonight, and she’s a little too enthusiastic about ringworm, you know?”

“No problemo.”

“She might start taking photos for posterity, and I don’t think I—”

“Rodney, can I suggest you take this conversation to a private channel rather than the citywide comm?”

“…sorry Elizabeth.”

#domaystic2023 #day25 #misdialed calls #stargate atlantis #mcshep #sfw #drabble

[abyssbeast347]

Day 25. I wanted to try my hands os Inscryption like style art for card. Really happy with the result the status could be messed a bit but I am happy.

#abyss1yearchallenge #abyssbeast #day25 #opossum #hyena #inscryption #daily art

[zulfazzakiyah]

Cahaya Semu

Bulan ketiga telah berjalan setengahnya. Perputaran waktu terasa kian segera. Rotasi bumi semakin kencang kurasa. Tiba waktunya perahuku untuk berlabuh seketika. Lantaran mengisi bahan bakar dan bahan pangan telah tiba. Kuputuskan pada dermaga di depan sana. Sebab penerangannya amat terang menyala. Seakan memanggil perahuku untuk singgah padanya.

Tiba perahuku pada dermaga ini. Jangkar dan layar telah siap untuk menepi. Aku pun sudah tak sabar untuk bertemu dan berbincang bersama makhluk kembali. Namun, yang kuharap rupanya hanya mimpi. Pada dermaga ini tiada kehidupan barang sekali. Tak ada makhluk bahkan penerangan yang sedari tadi memanggili. Lampu yang sedari tadi menyala selama pelayaranku bagaikan kuasi. Aku terjebak pada dermaga ini sendiri. Sepi dan sunyi menyelimuti.

Delapan jam sudah aku mendarat. Mentari mulai menyapa dan berbagi sinar hangat. Kuputuskan untuk segera meninggalkan dermaga dengan cepat. Sebab tiada yang kujumpa barang sesaat. Rupanya sang penerangan hanya pura-pura menyala untuk menarik minat. Agar perahuku singgah pada dermaganya yang nyenyat.

Perahuku kini mulai berlayar kembali. Tak kuhiraukan lagi segala tentang dermaga tadi. Berbagai akal untuk mengelabui. Membuatku sungguh lara hati. Akan selalu kukenang agar aku tak lagi menjajakan kaki.

Satu malam sudah perahuku berlayar bebas. Pelayaran yang melelahkan namun cukup membuatku puas. Sebab aku tak lagi terjebak pada alam yang buas.

#30dwc #30dwcjilid45 #day25

[wardhanikusuma]

Rencana!

Rencana manusia tetaplah sebuah rencana, dan takdir Tuhan lah yang menentukan, akan terlaksana atau tidak, rencana tersebut.

Hari ini dimana setiap orang merencanakan masadepan nya, menyongsong kecerahan masadepan gemilang, berlomba-lomba dalam dalam segala hal agar apa yang iya inginkan untuk masadepannya bisa tercapai, namun ada sebagian yang lupa dan akhirnya kesedihan menghampiri nya dalam hidup, ada yang bisa langsung bangkit, tapi ada juga yang berlama-lama dalam kesedihan, sebagian yang lain akan menyemangati agar segera bangkit, dan sebagian yang lain akan cuek atau masa bodoh, tidak perduli.

Dan sejatinya masa yang sekarang di alami adalah masa terbaik dalam hidup nya, jika mereka mau menerima dan menjalankan takdir sesuai apa yang ditakdirkan Tuhan.

Meski rencana Tuhan dan rencana manusia terkadang tidak sama, namun manusia lebih baik tetap merencanakan kehidupan nya, dan memasrahkannya pada Tuhan, walaupun kadang terasa sakit di awal karena perubahan rencana yang harus di lakukan, namun yakin lah setiap rencana memiliki hasil akhir yang dapat di petik hikmah nya dan itu lah yang terbaik.

Entah sekarang, esok dan yang akan datang, baik siapapun yang memetik hasil nya, suami atau istri, anak, menantu, cucu dan lain sebagainya, dan akan menjadi cerita yang dapat di kenang dan di ceritakan kepada keturunannya dengan hati yang lapang.

#30dwcjilid45 #30dwc #day25

[dailyspiteful]

25 Recollect yourself [Vomit warning]

#day25 #comic #bit old but hey #tw vomit

[tamagosandesu]

SSMonth 2022

Title: an anomaly Prompt: pregnancy Summary: Uchiha Sasuke have heard many tales, assumptions and even events based on true stories that are so fascinatingly peculiar it becomes scary. But none of those were put true when he, experienced the whole ordeal of caring for your pregnant wife. Author’s Notes: Enjoy y’all. This one’s fluff. Mistakes will be edited tomorrow!

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Pregnancy. What an anomaly.

Uchiha Sasuke have heard many things about this certain topic called pregnancy. From tales, to assumptions and even events based on true stories that are so fascinatingly peculiar it becomes scary.

But none of those were put true when he, experienced the whole ordeal of caring for your pregnant wife.

Morning sickness, weird to completely crazy food cravings, a cycle of mood swings, and so much struggle to experience when your wife is pregnant are what he frequently heard from women that talk about it when he was young.

Of course being the youngster that he was, and especially a male with absolutely no knowledge about how women’s body workings at that, he believed those tales.

But having Haruno Sakura as your wife, well, all those whispers are almost understatements to what he truly experienced.

It was worse. So, so much worse that it scared the living hell out of him for the almost nine months that she conceived.

Her first trimester was quite a new experience, for everyone actually that were experiencing their first time expecting, and of course, for both of them too. Morning sickness started before they knew they were expecting. Sasuke, being the new husband that he was, immediately became concerned to his wife’s frequent vomiting right after breakfast.

They both thought it was food poisoning first, thinking that the food being served to them wasn’t being digested properly.

But then, her symptoms worsened and increased in quite a few—including fatigue, unusual cravings, and constant need to use the bathroom which was really odd. He was almost scared out of his wits, not knowing what to do with all these symptoms all over the place and to add more, does not make any connection of sense at all.

But then, when they had a sat down and talked about, Sakura had the chance to recite her symptoms until everything made sense.

She stopped mid-sentence, eyes wide as she looked at him as if she reached an epiphany. Sasuke did not know at first why she looked like she was about to cry. His best thought was that she was suffering with a chronic disease or something worse as that. But when she smiled charmingly, looking at him with the most tender and loving expression he has ever seen, it all clicked.

She was pregnant. She was carrying their child.

It all happened so fast, as if in a flash and she had him in a bone-crushing hug that knocked all the air out of his chest. Tears welled in his eyes and threatened to drop as he embraced her in the same ferocity and urgency that she had.

It was the best moment of his life, so fulfilling and incredibly tender that he knew he’ll do everything to make his wife feel like she’s a queen the whole time she’ll conceive.

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He said he’ll make her feel like a queen. But that seems hard to fulfill.

Everything was running smoothly the first few weeks into her pregnancy. It was not as easy or usual as when they were only newly married. She was experiencing fatigue that made it hard to continue their travels in a speed just like before. She was also quite picky and had started to crave more. It was bearable and easy to provide at first. He assisted her with ease and determination that made everything easier.

But throughout the months and weeks that were passing by, all he could say was that good heavens it was getting worse ten-fold.

She was unreasonably whinny and extremely sensitive. A wrong remark and she’ll break down in tears, and a slight mistake then she’ll feel utterly mad the whole day. And Sasuke, having no good ability in expressing his feelings through words, was struggling immensely to keep up with her.

Her back was also aching quite often, which led to uncomfortable situations like sleeping. She would toss and turn for so long that he’s became used to being awake at night just to avoid her foot kicking his face while he’s peacefully slumbering.

But the worst, the very worst, was the craving.

First it started with only foods that he thought was only rational, and he could very well provide. Chocolates was a common one that he did not even think twice to give to her. Sweet things were her main thing, and that includes beverages that they do not usually drink on a daily basis before they were expecting.

Everything was fine—manageable enough that he was confident he was able to get through.

But oh boy did it not become dreadful when the months passed by.

The first craving that she had that etched a deep frown of concern on his face was when she craved a can of sardines and chocolates in a bread. He’s never heard that type of combination before, and was very much aware to how utterly disgusting it sounded. Maybe his disgust was obvious on his face because Sakura suddenly looked pained, her eyes averting from his to the ground, then looking absolutely pained like a child rejected.

He was about to refuse, honestly, until he saw a tear drop from her eye and her lips tremble as she holds in her sobs through her hiccups.

Doting husband he may be, but he knows he can’t bare to witness her cry just because he just rejected her pregnancy craving.

Immediately, he sought to find a way to somehow make whatever she wanted happen—two pieces of white bread, sardines in the middle then drizzled with a good amount of chocolate.

He tried very hard not to wretch as he makes the food, though.

But, he supposes, that going through that gruesome experience of combining two unimaginable foods to be paired together was worth it when Sakura visibly glowed in pure, unadulterated joy as she munched happily at the…food that he presented.

If he thinks at that point it gets, maybe, better…Well he’s absolutely mistaken.

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There was a time when Sakura had a craving in the most unimaginable time.

She woke him up in the middle of the night, her being completely awake and him trying to stay awake as he groggily opens his eyes.

He tries to stay alert, as much as she does, because the only reason he thinks as to why she woke him up in such a late hour is because there’s an emergency.

“Sasuke-kun,” she whispered as she shook him lightly.

“Hm…?” he asked, groggily after his slumber has been interrupted.

“I want to eat something.”

He almost groans as he heard it, fearing those words with absolute dread within the past few days. Her cravings have turned to odd, to crazy, to extreme within a course of two weeks. And by those two weeks it was as frequent as every day.

But he does not groan because he knows she’ll just cry and keep to herself the whole time until her mood swings decides otherwise. And Sasuke knows he absolutely does not, above all, like to see her cry.

So instead, he asks, “What is it?” It was almost incoherent, but trust Sakura to understand every word.

“I want to eat dirt.”

He could’ve choked, or spluttered if he was drinking water right now. But lucky him, he was laying down right now. Because that was the most outrageous craving he has ever heard.

“You want to eat what?”

“Dirt,” she answered nonchalantly as if she was merely wondering about the weather.

“Sakura…” as much as it pains to reject her, he has to because there’s no way he could feed her dirt right now. “You know you can’t eat that.”

“But Sasuke-kun…” she says in the voice that she’s learned to use to have him agree to her every request. “Please…?”

She’s pleading, with those eyes that sucks him into its depths. Beautiful, magnificent viridian eyes that could hypnotize him to say yes to her right now. So what he does, is he averts his gaze and instead looks at her hands to avoid temptation.

“Sakura. It’s the middle of the night,” he reasons, pointing out a little more using rationality rather than plainly saying no.

“But still…” she sounds so pained, so sad that her voice cracks and it stabs him in the heart.

He knows this is just one of those things that he had to endure before experiencing euphoria. Like how you need to drag yourself to the shower to feel the best sleep after a tiring day. Or like how you have to train to gain power.

And heavens know that he’s ecstatic to finally have the child that she’s carrying in her stomach. Their child. And he knows, very well knows, that he’ll love their little bundle of joy unconditionally even if she has not done anything yet. Her first cry will be like music to his ears. The opening of her eyes will be the best sight, and she will be one of the women that he’ll confidently lay his life for.

So what he does is he winds his arms around his wife’s waist, cradling her close to him as he murmurs, “Tomorrow,” to the crown of her head.

She does not speak for a few beats, until, “You promise?”

“Yeah. I’m going to get it tomorrow.”

“You’ll get me dirt tomorrow?” she asks with glee, as if it’s a dessert that she’s always wanted to try.

Sasuke still can’t put his head on the thought of craving, of all things, dirt. He admits that he can’t even begin to understand what goes through a woman’s head, but surely Sakura’s rational enough to figure out that dirt, in no way possibly, is edible for human consumption without giving yourself diarrhea.

But he won’t hurt her tonight.

“Sure,” he says almost mindlessly, wanting nothing more than to end this narrative.

She squeals then hugs him tighter, before going back to sleep in flash with a smile on her face.

Sasuke strokes his wife’s head tenderly, lovingly, and hopes that when their child is born, he’ll apparently forget the hardship of being the male one in the pregnancy.

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Boxtober - Day 25: “Dancing Is Better Than, Dying.”

Day 25: -Toby Rogers X GN!Reader “You know I’d do anything.” X “First Dance”

-I do not own “Toby E. Rogers” and do not take credit for him.

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You could feel the anxiety spike up within you as you tread toward Toby’s room. You didn’t want to have a twelve-hour lecture today. You didn’t mean to mess up that mission, but, at the end of the day, you’d still have to atone for your sins. Because it didn't matter what you did, they would find out, and if they found out before, you could tell them. Then, you'd be as good as dead. You sighed, knowing that Toby would be the least severe of the four. Although that was on a good day, if he wasn’t too happy or if he switched up, you’d pray for Tim to bash your head in with his boot. As you approached the wooden door, you could tell he was in there because you could hear him sharpening his axe. You inhaled, counting the seconds until you got your ass beat. You knocked on his door, and the metal scraping came to an abrupt stop.

 "Come in!" you could hear his cheery voice from the other side, beckoning you to come in. 

  But, yet again, he was extremely good at manipulation, so you tried not to trust his coy voice. You exhaled, ready for the ride as you pushed the door open. His room was filthy but not as bad as it had been in the past. He sat on his unmade bed with one of his axes leaning against the cushion.

 "You messed up a mission, didn’t you?" he tilted his head, smiling at your terrified look.  

You felt the urge to lie to him, but you knew that was a terrible idea and could cost you everything. 

"I-How did you know?" you asked, staring at his stance. 

"I know because you only come to me to get you out of proxy problems." He chuckled at your unfortunate circumstance. 

"True," you added, letting him be right because you knew you had no choice but to let this man step all over you, so Tim wouldn’t.

As you stood there for a moment, Toby patted the space next to him. You waited for a moment, clarifying it in your mind as you walked over to him, sitting next to him. You filled the space as Toby menacingly grabbed the axe next to him. He didn’t pull it up; he merely just held the handle, letting it stay on the floor. You could hear him chew the inside of his mouth as he smiled. 

"I’ve got a deal for you." Toby looked toward you as you looked at him. 

"I’ll fully protect you from Tim, Kate, and Brian on one condition." Before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted him.

“Yes," whatever it is. Consider it done. You know, I’d do anything to escape their wrath." You looked at him with a giant smile, affirming that you’d rather do anything than get in trouble with them. 

You could see his gaze falter from being interrupted, but it quickly came back.

 "You didn’t let me finish.’ ‘I need you to go with me on a proxy mission." he finished his words, and you could feel your smile fade as his grew. 

He knew you couldn’t turn him down because no one wanted to see Tim or Kate on a bad day.

"It's in public space, but it'll only take one day," he added to the already perilous mission.

   You sat there just thinking about the deal. You couldn't afford to mess up again, but you sure as hell didn't want to go on a higher-level mission. Proxy missions aren’t typically handled by lower levels such as yourself and are considered highly dangerous. Plus, these types of missions aren’t very common and are normally conducted on rare occasions. You remember, Kate brought you on for your training and you’d never seen so much bloodshed. You didn’t even help, and you knew she didn’t expect you to. However, the images haunt you and shake you to their very core. You shook it off by looking at him. 

“Don’t worry, there’s only one target." he could sense your look. He knew what a PTSD face looked like and he could tell you were remembering something. You exhaled heavily. 

"Fine," you said, as he extended his hand, expecting you to shake it to confirm his condition. 

  It was a childish concept, but in these times, it was necessary. As you stuck your hand up, he took it almost instantly, shaking yours. Afterward, he took out his phone. He texted someone as he looked at you. 

"Go over to Jane for your mission clothes," he said, as he could see your look drawn into confusion but didn't bother to clear anything up. 

You didn’t say anything more as you left for Jane’s room. You exhaled, proceeding through the hallway. It made sense that you two would need some sort of clothing change for a public space to not get recognized. But, you didn’t know what to expect, seeing as he sent you to Jane. You felt nervous as you walked to Jane’s room. As you pushed the door open, you could see her standing tall, humming. She seemed to be in a great mood as you entered, but you forgot to knock. She seemed to not care as she smiled at you.

"Your uniform for this mission is on my bed," she gleamed with pride. 

She seemed very proud of whatever she had concocted for your current mission. As your eyes darted to her bed, you were met with a [black dress/standard suit/other!] No way, you thought to yourself, seeing the formal attire lying there aimlessly. However, it was interesting that she had whipped this up so quickly just from a text. Maybe she's been waiting for this moment. And now you suddenly have way too many questions for your good. 

"This?" you asked as she looked at you with a comforting smile.

 "Yep!" You’ve never seen Jane so happy.

 But, it was true that she did enjoy formal wear. You exhaled, deciding that anything was preferable to dying to Tim. You grabbed the cloth and tucked it under your arm. You thanked Jane as you left, heading to your room. You shifted uncomfortably, knowing you may have to get into combat in such attire, which you weren't too keen on doing. And you weren’t sure how she knew your exact size, but it was best not to question things in this place. As you locked your room and checked it to be locked, you removed what you had on currently and changed into the clothing. It came with accessories, which you weren’t sure how you didn’t see in the first place. As you put the entire outfit on, you grudgingly looked in the mirror. It fits with ease as it complimented your figure flawlessly and made you look stunning.

The more you stared into the mirror, the more you realized you looked wonderful. Everything adorned you perfectly as if it was tailored for you. Just another reason to question proxies and Jane. Before you can get too philosophical about why there is a loud knock on your door. You took one last look, almost in a trance from the attire you left. You muttered something as you walked to the door, wearing your formal wear. You left your other clothes on the dresser as you unlocked the door. You were met by Toby. He was wearing a suit himself, though it didn’t seem like he put much effort into it. Seeing as his hair was still fluffing all over his face, and as you looked at him, his eyes lit up upon seeing you, but he quickly averted his gaze. He seemed to be a nervous wreck as the both of you just stood there. You examined him a little longer, wondering how Jane did all of this so fast. 

"Ready? ", he interrupted your thoughts as his hair covered most of his face. 

And by the way, he talked, it seemed he wanted to get the mission over as fast as possible, as you nodded toward him. You thought it was kind of sweet. Like how a socially awkward teen boy asks out a girl for homecoming. You two took a second just looking at one another before you left the mansion. There was a way to go as you left the safety of the mansion. You both efficiently made your way through the forest before, making it to an opening. And as you did so, you were allowed into the public space without getting into any trouble. From your shared looks, you were a bit too formal, but it wasn’t enough to raise any red flags for anyone. You two seemed to fit in with the public with ease, like how a puzzle piece fits into the other. You two eventually took a bus, tired of walking, and here you are now, still not knowing what to expect. After all of that walking, he still hadn't uttered a word about the mission. He probably did it so, once you got there you couldn't back out. You sat next to Toby pretty closely as he did the same. You hardly spoke to each other as you stared at him.

 "Where are we headed?" you asked him, to which he looked toward you.

 "Uh, downtown," he vaguely replied, as he turned away from your sight. 

You exhaled, not wanting to draw any more attention than you already had with the formal attire. You sat anxiously in your seat, occasionally stopping to allow people in and others out. You didn't know what kind of mission sent directly from the operator would have you this exposed. But it was probably best to not think about it until you had to. Soon, the bus came to an abrupt stop as the two of you let the others rush off and eventually you. You stepped down from the bus, landing on your feet as you made it onto the sideway with Toby. 

"What now?" you asked him as he came toward your side. 

He looked at you, almost hesitatingly, before pointing at the building ahead. It was a good two blocks away, and its presence was still clear. It was an expansive white building that fought the sky itself. Multiple white pillars were towering over anyone who dared to come close. It was slowly making sense. It made sense that Toby had just brought you to an extremely wealthy party. Whoever it was must have been important. 

"Can you dance?" he asked you, breaking your train of thought as you saw him looking at you. 

You thought it was a pretty silly question, but kind of cute nonetheless. 

"[I can't/I can but, it's been a while,]" you answered him as you could feel a small dose of fear invade his eyes. 

“You can’t dance, can you?" You looked at him with mischievous glaring eyes.

 "Why do you think I invited you?" he stammered out as a blush rose to his cheeks while he defended himself. 

As you now know, he was flustered and not enjoying that you knew he couldn't dance. 

You could feel a smile decorating your face, but, still, you didn't want him in an off-mood, so you reassured him, "Don't worry, we won’t have to dance as long as we get the target out quickly," to which he exhaled, relaxing and accepting his fate.

"Here," he muttered, suddenly digging into his pockets for something. 

He pulled out something as he passed you, a masquerade mask of sorts, as he put one on himself. It was probably to keep your shared identities secret while still fitting in with the rest. But, the mask's theme only brought you even more questions, as if you needed more. You tightened yours, making sure it wouldn’t fall off during anything. And as you both got closer to the building, it was clear that it was much larger than you’d expected. Whoever owned this castle of a home was rich. You thought to yourself, swallowing the fear away. As you both proceeded to the door, you noticed all of the fancy cars lined up. You chuckled, knowing that both of you took a bus. You could see two large doors opening with a tall, muscular man standing there. He was wearing police-like attire as the both of you approached him unwillingly.

 "Name?" he asked, seeming to allow his guard to go down slightly due to the attire.

 "Michael Beckerson and Elliot Beckerson." You could tell he was sweating from the unfamiliar names he stole. However, he still managed to keep it cool under all the pressure. 

"Alright, you're on the list.' 'Go ahead," the man muttered, letting both of you pass.

 Toby took your hand, bringing the both of you inside, and just by that action, you could tell he was nervous.

 "So your name’s Michael now," you whispered, but still loud enough for him to hear you mocking him. 

“Yeah, and your Elliot," he huffed, clearly pleased with your attempts to lighten the mood.

As both of you took in the interior, you just couldn’t believe it. The roof of the building was tall and covered in art, while the floor had a shine to it. The inside was impressively expensive-looking and it looked like it’d just been taken right out of a storybook. It made you feel small and insignificant in comparison to it. You could feel yourself getting even more worried, not knowing who could be the target. What kind of person attends something this grand, or even worse, owns something like this? You tried to ignore the pit in your stomach as you looked at everyone else in the room. They had been dressed in similar attire to you, also adorning a mask like yours. Toby stuck closely to your side, seeing as the party had already begun. There was a piano playing music somewhere in the background as you watched people dance with little to no effort. Toby pulled himself away from you as he now had gloves on. He looked at you for a moment before motioning you to stay put. He was probably off to go kill the target without you, which you were sort of grateful for. Because you could feel a weight lift off your shoulders knowing you'd never have to know who the target was. You sighed, sitting down at a nearby table and watching others dance as you waited for Toby to get the mission done. You fidget with your hands for entertainment, but the bare minimum of fun was quickly overshadowed by curiosity.

You stared and wondered why he brought you here at all. It seemed like he had it under control, considering he ran off to finish it off, and it didn’t seem like you were needed here. But, he probably brought you here, so if he had to dance, he wouldn’t have to with a stranger, which you found amusing given that he routinely murdered strangers. As you thought about it more, he seemed nervous about coming here, and you couldn’t blame him. Having to be in public was bad enough, but adding on a rich party just multiplied it by twelve. You could feel the occasional glare on you as you listened to the music, not caring if you look significantly less dressed up or if you looked zoned out. You didn’t come here to party; you came here to finish your mission. Also, do not get cussed out by any of the proxies, but that was a different thing. You sat there for a while, watching the sun go down further and seeing more and more enter. A few people sat next to you and then left quickly after to dance. You had no interest in dancing because it’d only draw some sort of attention to you. As you waited, you could feel a presence sitting next to you. It was Toby. You could tell he had some adrenaline coursing through him as he smiled at you with a thumbs-up. He was now missing his gloves but still had his mask on. You both got up, expecting to leave, but that was until the music grew louder and the lights dimmed. You could hear him exhale sharply upon seeing more people suddenly dance.

"You don’t have to dance if you don’t want to." You reassured him, letting him know it’d be okay to just leave, but he turned to you.

 "I-it’s not that," he admitted, as you could sense him getting nervous. And it seemed that all of his adrenaline highs had dissipated into thin air. 

“Well—I wanted to dance with you," he explained quickly as he fidgeted with both of his hands aggressively. 

It made you freeze. Not one of disapproval, but of figuring out something. That was confusing to hear considering it all. But, you guessed it made sense due to the fact you hadn’t helped kill your shared target. He had all of this decently planned out, which made sense due to it being a proxy mission. But, did he expect you to mess up your previous mission? You changed your topic mentally because it was even weirder to hear him admit that he wanted to dance. And yet, he wanted to dance with you more than anyone he knew.

 "Why didn’t you just say so?" you answered, taking his hand in consent to his idea.

 His eyes lit up as he now had a dumbfounded, flustered face. You both stood away from the larger crowds of people dancing but were still relatively close as you tried to dance with him. As you held his hand, the dance was relatively stiff on his end, probably due to anxiety considering this was his first time dancing. He held your hand, sweating nervously. He seemed to follow and anticipate your movements because when you moved back one step, he did the same. Though it was basic dancing in its entirety, it was dancing nonetheless. And it was more than enough for him to fill his heart. He had a smile on his face as the two of you dancing like this for a good moment, just enjoying one another's presence. It was off, though, knowing you were dancing with someone you hadn’t been close to and you didn’t know he wanted this. But, it was nice. It was nicer than it should've been. People would notice how close you two were. Because you had a shared fear that one of you would fall over, or maybe you just enjoyed being that close. Just enjoy tuning out the world and focusing on each other. The way you'd mess up the groove constantly but laugh it off, not caring if anyone else was there. This seemed to bring the best out of both of you during the dance. On this night, knowing one of you had just killed a man seemed to matter all that much at the moment. Even the stress of the proxies seems to leave for a moment almost to say. “Enjoy this." Toby occasionally gathered the courage to change his hand position on you just for you to smile at his state of mind. He seemed not to want to make one single move that you'd dislike, which would be hard in these conditions, but he never got the message.

You both chuckled lightly as you decided to call it a night, seeing as the night was finally setting in. You shifted from the crowds leaving. You both passed by the guard as you were now back outside. He gently nodded, taking note of you both. You two would need to leave quickly just in case someone suddenly found the body that was probably massacred. 

"Eventful." You smiled, looking at him as he still had a flustered look on his face. 

You weren’t sure how it led to this, but you couldn’t say you were upset. 

"Thanks", he tilted his head as you looked at him. 

He had one small streak of blood on his face, probably from his target. You raised your hand to his face and wiped it. 

"You've got to be careful next time," you gently warned him as he blushed once more.

 He was a melting mess and you weren’t helping him. But, it seemed to be contagious because you felt something. You could feel your heart warm from your touch. The way he treated you both that night made you both feel something. Though the mission went well and neither of you caused major damage, you thought to yourself as you got back onto the bus. Unlike the first time you came in, there was a lot more talking to each other this time. As the both of you departed into the night, leaving the public, you made it back to the mansion late at night, still having that woozy feeling. Toby was close behind you as you climbed up the steps. As you yawned, feeling the fatigue set in, walking inside, you could see a figure standing tall. 

"Wanna explain?" Tim stared you down, completely ignoring Toby and the attire you wore. 

You could feel your heart drop from realization as he crossed his arms. You hoped Toby would keep his end of the bargain as you exhaled, shutting the door behind you both.

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