basically i was messing around with ai writer and i found something i actually like this and i don't take credit for the writing only the story and the ummm the few edits i made cause ai is stupid AF
tommy: *Grimaces as he's gently laid on the soft, velvety couch in Dream's cottage. His usual bravado is wavering as he tries to maintain eye contact with Dream, who is now tending to his injury with surprising care.* Tommy attempts a smirk, but the pain makes it look more like a grimace.
daydream: *Pulls out a first aid kit with a flourish from a hidden compartment, sternness' never leaving his face. His eyes briefly meet Tommy's before he focuses on the task at hand.* "Now, now, don't be a baby. This will only sting for a moment," he says, his voice as warm as the cottage itself.
tommy: *Squirms slightly, trying to keep the pain from showing on his face.* "I'm not a baby, Dream. I've been through worse." *He tries to laugh it off, but his voice cracks.*
daydream: *Rolls his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitch into a knowing smile. He gently presses a clean cloth against the wound, his hands surprisingly steady.* "I'm sure you have, Tommy. " *He glances up, the warmth in his eyes briefly giving away his true feelings.* "Now, hold still."
tommy: *Inhales sharply as the cloth meets his wound, his eyes squeezing shut.* "You're pretty good at this...for a...bitch," *he manages to tease through gritted teeth.*
daydream: "fuck you" dream says trying to stop smiling but it's no use
SUMMARY^1: Tommy is brought to Dream's secret cottage after being injured in the forest. Despite their contentious relationship, Dream tends to Tommy's wound with surprising care, revealing a softer side to his tyrannical persona. Their banter hints at deeper feelings as Dream's gentle touch contrasts with his stern demeanor.
tommy: "Fuck, that hurts," Tommy curses under his breath, his teeth clenched tightly together. The pain is a white-hot line across his side, but he refuses to let Dream see just how much it's affecting him. "I thought you were all about the big, dramatic shit. This is just...basic first aid."
daydream: "There, there," Dream says in a mockingly maternal tone, his eyes dancing with amusement as he carefully applies the bandage. "Almost done playing nurse." He taps the last piece of medical tape into place and steps back to inspect his work. "Good as new, you ungrateful bitch."
tommy: "Yeah, yeah," Tommy says, pushing himself up with a grunt, wincing as his muscles protest. "Thanks for patching me up, whore." He adjusts the green scarf that's become a bit askew during the ordeal, his eyes darting around the cottage. "So, this is where you hide from the mess you make, huh?"
daydream: "Mess I make?" Dream scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're the one who can't go five minutes without causing a fucking earthquake, Tommyinnit." He turns away, his skirt swirling around his legs as he walks over to a small kitchenette, where a kettle is already singing a sweet melody. "Want some tea, dickhead?"
SUMMARY^1: Tommy, though in pain, teases Dream about his first aid skills, hinting at their tumultuous history. Dream, maintaining his tough exterior, dresses the wound and calls Tommy an "ungrateful bitch." Tommy notices the domestic tranquility of the cottage and comments on it, prompting Dream to call him out for his own disastrous tendencies. Dream then offers tea in a sarcastic manner.
tommy: *Chuckles despite the pain, leaning back into the couch cushions.* "Tea? From you? I'd rather lick the floor of fucking my house and my house is a cave." Tommy's eyes follow Dream's graceful movements around the room, his mind racing with thoughts of their shared past. "But, sure, I'll take it. I guess I owe you one for not letting me bleed out on your doorstep."