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dat-bruv-person · 2 years

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Hi it’s me here when you get the chance can you make a Drabble of ei, jean, Barbara, itto, zhongli, Kuki, diluc, keaya, Lisa, nilou, and Al Haitiam with a reader who has a toxic parent ( and I mean narcissistic) and the reader looks tired and drained from the emotional to mental abuse please my grandma is a really toxic person and we just got into a fight today so can you make it an angst to comfort type scenario sorry to bother you I just had a lot on my plate

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a/n: sorry this is late! All of the stuff I'm going to be posting will be from old asks because of the event, I'm planning to answer them all hopefully don't worry!

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly

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Raiden Shogun

"[Name], why do you look so tired? You shouldn't be tired, I should be tired. Actually, I can't be tired, never mind. Did someone do this to you? Your... parents? Well, what are you waiting for? Show me where they live, I'll get rid of them immediately so you and I can have a bit of alone time together before Ei comes back. Stupid mortals..."

"Dear, how are you? Oh, you look awful! My apology, I couldn't think of another way to word it. Are you okay? No? Oh, okay. Maybe you'd like some... sweets! O-or candy! We can eat candy together to make you feel better! Please?"

Jean

"You look stressed beyond belief, [name]. You really need to take a break, yes, a break from your parents I mean. If they're toxic for your healththen you need to stay away from them. That might be hard but its okay, I'm the Acting Grand Master of Mondstadt and the Knights of Favonius. I can... kick them out of the city! Quite unprofessional but you're one of our best knights. We can't afford to lose you to them. Stay at the headquarters' dorms for the night."

Barbara

"Oh no, [name]! You look terrible! Is it your parents again? Oh dear... You should get some rest, I really care about you, you know that right? Oh Barbatos, whatever will we do? Your parentsare going to kill you if this keeps up! I have some blankets, erm, neck pillows and oh-! I have all the ingredients we need for baking cookies? Would you like to bake with me? It'll make you feel good, I promise."

Itto

"Woah, woah, woah! [Name] you look... TERRIBLE! I won't stand for that! We're the Arataki Gang, you know? We're supposed to be all tough and cool looking: you're not looking like that right now! If something's come up, then don't you worry. Arataki, numero uno, Itto will come to your rescue. And no, I don't care that its your parents, if they're making you feel bad then they best be prepared for a fight! Trust me, it'll be okay, your big, badass, sexy boyfriend will protect you through and through!"

Zhongli

"Dear, have some tea. I know the past few days have been stressful, and your parents certainly aren't helpful, but please don't give up like this. Come, sit next to me. There there, I'm here."

Kuki

"Hey... I know how you feel. My parents were really toxic too, especially my mom. But, I believe in you. Things will get better one way or another: even if it's not them being more accepting. Maybe... it'll be us getting even closer together... BUT that's just a suggestion, heh..."

Diluc

"Maybe we need to get you away from your parents for a while... Elzer, prepare a room for [name] please. They look like they need a good night's sleep. Hush dear, it's going to be alright. They can't hurt you anymore. They wouldn't dare hurt you anymore. You're here with me, and Elzer, and Adeline."

Kaeya

"Oh, don't seem to be yourself today, hm? That's okay, everyone has their bad days. Even I do, believe it or not. Well, my beautiful significant other, I'm here with you, you're what's keeping me sane. Smile, it looks better on you."

Lisa

"Cutie! You scared me, oh no don't cry! Please, tell me. Mhm? Your parents. Ah. Darling you know how angry I get when people don't return a book, right? Well, I can be even more fierce than that. The Witch of the Purple Rose does not take those who mess with her darling lightly. "

Nilou

"This society is messed up, the sages, your parents. They just don't seem to listen to us youths! They think we're young, that we're dumb! It makes me terribly sad :( It's okay, do you want a hug?"

Al-Haitham

You see, my guy doesn't say anything. He walks out and you don't see him for about an hour or so. On the contrary, you didn't come back home to your parents that day.

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yeehawbvby · 4 months

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 48

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n goes a little apeshit at JojaMart lmao

Author’s Note: *Crawls out of a pit covered in dirt and blood. Slaps this chapter down in front of you, on a SUNDAY no less!*

My health situation hasn’t improved whatsoever, but I will prevail, damnit!!

I wrote most of this and posted to ao3 early this morning, and haven't had a chance to proofread really. I'll do my best to get that done soon ^.^ Sorry if there are any weird wordings. Also sorry for the complete lack of Seb and Magnus in this one, I hope the shenanigans make up for it <3

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I hate that stupid, cryptic, blue note I got.

Ever since it came, I think about it every time I check the mailbox, without fail. I don’t want to, I kinda just want to forget it exists, but I just… I dunno. I have a bad feeling about it. A gut feeling. Like, something’s totally up with it. It’s just been sitting in my closet for safekeeping until I decide what to do, though.

For some reason, I’ve been too nervous to bring it back up to Magnus. He’s forgotten it exists, from what I can tell. I think I’ll do my best to keep it that way for now. It feels more like my burden to bear than his, and besides, he’s already got the whole region to take care of.

After today’s confirmation that I don’t have bills or anything important like that, I head inside to get ready to leave the farm. Reeeally hoping my routine will shake out my heebiejeebies.

I got the OK from Magnus to use his fancy shrine for Spirit’s Eve. Got an idea of what I think I want to make myself look like, too. Maybe a tiefling or something. If tieflings don’t really exist, I’m sure some sort of succubi, or imps, or some sort of creature that looks like one’s gotta, no? I suppose I could always fall back on just pretending I’m an elf… man, a tail and horns would be so fun though.

Either way, tomorrow is the big day and I am so ready for it.

I mean, like, almost ready. Whatever.

Today I’m going to Magnus’ place to get some practice in. Just a precautionary measure to try not to, like, blow myself up or something.

I’m gonna keep my outfit cozy and easy to move around in, but I have half a mind to make sure I wouldn’t mind losing these clothes in particular if something goes wrong with the transformation. Just some leggings, some crew-cut socks, an old hoodie, and my favorite boots, since I won’t have my shoes on in the shrine anyway. All of it is in black. Sebastian cosplay.

I’ll pop my red studs in too, gotta commit to the bit. I haven’t had time to talk to The Emo and see if he actually did get his shit pierced last night, but assuming he did, and assuming he was able to use these for it, I wanna go all out, baby.

Now, before I head to the tower, I’ve got some errands to run around town. I woke up a bit late so there’s gonna be more people out than I’m looking forward to, but hopefully I have no creepy Alex encounters or awkward conversations with Shane again.

I promised Sam I’d visit him at work sometime soon, so I might as well head there first. He hates it there, and it’s been a while since we’ve caught up, so I’ll hopefully be a welcome distraction. I’ll bring him a coffee too to keep his spirits high.

After it’s done brewing, I grab two foam cups and pour the coffee in. Knowing Sam, he probably needs this stuff sweet, and I’m in the mood for sweet too, so I pour in a bunch of vanilla-flavored creamer. To make the beverages ~gourmet,~ I add a little whipped cream to each, as well as a light drizzle of chocolate syrup. After securing the plastic lids and giving Cannoli some well-deserved love, I head out.

While I pass by the bus stop, I make eye contact with Pam. I’ve never spoken to her, but… I dunno. I can’t tell if I like her or not. She gives me a nasty stink eye and I can only further assume she’s as mean as she outwardly appears. Unless she was just cursed with an intense resting bitch face...

I smile Pam’s way anyway. She doesn’t smile back, but that’s okay. It doesn’t benefit anyone to be so judgemental of her.

I pass a few local moms once I make it to the town square. None really mind me, which could mean they either didn’t notice, or they don’t care. Either is fine by me. I don’t hear what they’re saying, but Caroline talks very animatedly just before the rest of the group bursts into laughter.

I turn my attention back ahead as I pass by Pierre’s and nearly bump into Marnie as she’s leaving the shop.

We both squeak out a little “Oh!” before apologizing in unison.

“I wasn’t really paying attention,” I double down.

“Oh, that’s fine. I rarely ever am!” She then motions to the two cups in my hands and adds, laughing, “At least the coffee’s safe!”

I awkwardly nod in agreement. Then, a brief flash of myself actually spilling coffee somewhere down the road raids my mind, my necklace tingling against my skin and my fingers practically buzzing.

Great.

“Everything alright, sweetie?”

That probably looked weird. “Yeah, sorry,” I try to recover, “just sleepy today!”

I take a sip of coffee to emphasize my point. Plus, I might as well drink what I can before these puppies go down. Hopefully I’ll be able to save at least one of them when the time comes.

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that!” She puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I need to get back to the shop, but take it easy and don’t overwork yourself, you hear?”

I nod, thanking her and waving her off with a shy grin before I continue moving. Once I get closer to the spot I’m supposed to be spilling these drinks — just before that little bridge over the river by JojaMart — I begin to walk more cautiously. If I can just keep these steady and focus on the ground…

A sneeze creeps up on me. Oh god. Oh god oh fuck oh no.

Just as I’m beginning to carefully place one of the cups on the side of the bridge for safe keeping, the sneeze forces its way out of me. Luckily, one beverage — the one I hadn’t drank from yet — stays safely in my hand. Unluckily, the one I was working on trying to keep safe fell to the stones at my feet, opening up and dispersing its contents fucking everywhere.

God damnit.

“Nice one.”

God fucking damnit.

I look up to the voice. It turns out Shane’s outside having a smoke. He’s at the opposite end of the bridge watching my clumsiness unfold with an aloof look about him. He’s bent over to lean on the stone wall, his right elbow propped up and his corresponding cheek in his palm. His left forearm is flat against the structure while his left hand lazily dangles his cigarette between two fingers.

Is that pink nail polish on one of them? I wonder if that’s Jas’ doing.

I merely groan back my response, picking up the now-empty cup to discard in the trash bin near the store. As I proceed on my walk of shame past Shane, I point out, “At least my clothes stayed safe.”

Shane follows and asks, “How many ants do you think you murdered with that accident?”

I grin a little at his dry humor. “Oh it was a massacre,” I bounce back. “The war in Gotoro pales in comparison.”

“Ha!” Oh my god, I made Shane — the grumpiest fuck I’ve ever met — laugh?! “Right on. Seems like pointless violence anyway.”

I turn to see if I can catch him smiling for the first time, like, ever. It’s not there anymore, but there’s a residual brightness in his features.

Shane snuffs out his cig on the ashtray built into the garbage’s lid, abandoning it there before shoving his hands in the pockets of his bright blue shorts.

“Those sons’a bitches,” he nods in the direction of my carnage, “they had it coming.”

My nose scrunches as I laugh a little, giving him a funny look. “Damn, what’d they do to you?”

There’s a playful glint in his eye, as he deadpans me. “Exist.”

I shrug and nod — I get it, they can be pretty annoying! — and follow the man as he makes his way through the white-rimmed, glass-centered automatic doors. I try not to cringe outwardly at how many self-righteous pro-Joja fliers are on them.

Shane stops a few steps into the store. Turns around. I stop too and look up, tilting my head. What’re you looking at, punk? I think to myself. Dunno if I’d be pushing my limits by trying to say it out loud. Better not.

Shane gives me a weird look too, but I can barely see it. My senses are taking their damn time getting used to the obnoxiously fluorescent lighting.

“Don’t you shop at Pierre’s?” Shane wonders out loud.

I blink a few times as I adjust to the environment and then nod. “Visiting Sam,” I explain.

“Ah.” He nods too, in understanding, and then looking the other way he continues, “Enjoy.”

Shane makes his way towards a door to the right of the manager’s office. Says “Employee’s only,” so I’m assuming it’s a break room or something. I don’t miss the incorrect apostrophe, but choose not to linger on it either.

“You too.” He looks back over his shoulder, so I pair my well wishes with a lazy salute.

“Buh.”

…Buh?

I smile. I think he’s warming up to me!

Feeling a tad lost now that I’m alone, I look around before making any advances. Should’ve asked Shane if he knew where Sam would be around now. I dunno how the shifts work around here.

The cashiers to my left — a visibly exhausted red headed woman, probably in her late 30s or early 40s; and a scrawny, scruffy looking teenager, with thick-framed glasses sitting atop his freckled nose — both look miserable.

The boy is boredly leaning against the counter, zoned out on the ground in front of it. The woman looks totally spaced out on nothing in particular. It almost seems like she’s fighting off sleep, too. Poor lady.

The woman and I lock onto each other. She looks away from my face before I can even register it, but I notice her eyes flicker longingly to the coffee cup in my hand a few times after the fact. I peer between her and the beverage twice before I all but scurry away into the aisles. I’m too awkward for this. My only option is to retreat. Never said I wasn’t a coward.

While I venture past the boatloads of boxed, bagged and canned foods in search of the resident dog boy, I observe some of the products. Some don’t look safe for consumption, while others seem like they’d be fun to try as a one-off sort of deal. It overlaps a few times as well. I mean, why wouldn’t I want to try this cereal which very explicitly states on the box that it’s more sugar than grains? It makes me stifle a giggle. I like the brutal honesty.

I stop and stare at it for a sec. Gnawing my lip. Wondering if I should just…

No. I shan’t.

I break away from temptation and trek on. As I reach the end of the aisle, I pan across the back of the store. More shelf-stable products, a small produce section… ah!

Sam looks like he’s supposed to be mopping the floor near the freezers. To be fair, he is holding a mop, and it is touching the floor! But instead of cleaning, he uses the tool as a microphone; singing against the end of the brown wooden handle, both hands passionately gripping it as he bends his torso to quietly belt one part in particular. Sam’s eyes are shut, his bulky black headphones are secured over his ears, and he has not a single worry in the world.

Holding his coffee in both hands now, I stop walking and lean against a nearby shelf. Observing. Waiting. Eventually he’ll have to see me.

He does a little spin move and carelessly bumps into the bucket of soapy water he’s working with, causing it to slosh around a little. Some of it lands on the floor, and some on the pants of Sam’s jumpsuit. Doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

He does another spin the opposite way and nearly knocks over the conveniently placed display of sprinkles that are situated right in front of the ice cream freezer.

I feel like I should probably stop him before something bad happens, but he looks so damn content and so stinkin’ cute that I can’t be assed.

Just as I’m thinking this, he opens his eyes, completely avoiding my direction while he immediately peers over his shoulder. Sam scans around, getting a full view of the proximate areas. It seems like he’s just making sure he’s not about to get caught by his boss or something, if I had to guess.

Eventually he lands on me. We both smile wide, and I triumphantly hold up his (unspilled!!) coffee in one hand, presenting it with a small flourish of the other and a bow of my head.

“For you, my good sir.” I make sure to sound extra fancy, dropping my voice an octave and annunciating my words a bit too much.

He looks around again before meeting me in the middle with a fist bump, completely ignoring my bit. Aw man.

“Hell yeah, thanks dude!”

I shoot some awkward finger guns at him, “You got it, bud.”

“You didn’t make yourself one?”

I sigh, lamenting, “I did…”

Sam scans my face as we share a short silence. Then, the lightbulb almost visibly goes off in his noggin. “You spilled it, didn’t you?”

Pursing my lips, I nod. “I spilled it, yeah.”

“Buuummer, dude.” He pats my head and I sigh, leaning into his touch. I’ll be damned if I don’t still love head-pats, even if it’s been a while since I’ve gotten one. “Wanna split this one then?” he offers, palm still on my crown. At this point he’s just trying to messy me up.

“No thanks, I’ll just grab another later if I’m really craving it.” Not having noticed the trance I’ve been in as my hair gets slowly and steadily ruined — it feels nice, okay? — I finally look up at him, cheekily glaring as I manually remove his large hand from me. I add on as I try to repair the frizzy aftermath, “Sick performance, by the way!”

“You think so?” he beams. Makes me laugh.

“Of course! It looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

Sam’s face is a bit flushed as he takes the compliment, not even trying to hide it; he has a big goofy grin on his face, too.

It drops and Sam looks behind him as a deep voice with a bit of a southern twang booms from one of the aisles nearby. “Samson?”

“Shit, here.”

Sam hurriedly places his coffee into my hand and rushes back near his water bucket, looking around for his manager as he moves. I try to make things less suspicious by pretending to look at some nearby end caps.

I take a peek over when I hear Sam greet the man, “Hiya! What’s up, Morris?”

Crossing his arms and puffing out his chest to try and make himself look mighty, a man in a navy blue suit, a bright red bow tie, and a poorly-applied black toupee corrects him. “That’s Mr. Saxton, son.”

I roll my eyes. Awesome to know the guy running this Joja is just as insufferable as the dudes who work on the corporate side.

Sam puts an anxious hand on the back of his neck, and halfheartedly smiles as he apologizes, his speaking patterns much more formal than before. Poor guy… it hurts to see him having to tone it down so much for this dipshit.

I turn my attention back in front of me so as to give him some privacy. Not sure he’d want me to hear him getting his ear talked off.

This display is full of holiday cards... I might as well waste some time with these bad boys. I pick up one with a cartoon beagle wearing a birthday hat on it, stealing a sip of Sam’s coffee as I read the pun on the front: “Have a doggone good birthday!” Alright, nice and cheesy start…

I flip the card open. It starts blaring Baha Men’s “Who Let The Dogs Out.” Fucking hell. Jumpscare me, why doncha! I shudder at how tinny the music sounds — likely made worse by its volume — then close the card and place it back in its spot, not bothering to read more.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I peer over my left shoulder, and see that Mr. Saxton is making his way towards me. A vein is popping in his forehead, but he has a toothy smile on his face that screams customer service. Not sure what’s going on and feeling a little anxious about the situation, I don’t answer with words — I just turn my body to him and watch him expectantly.

My eyes flicker to Sam real quick, who’s closer to the opposite end of the freezers now. He’s looking over here though, and when his eyes catch mine, he mouths “Go!” and motions his arm towards the front end of the store. Maybe he got caught socializing or something… wouldn’t doubt that there’s probably heavy surveillance in here. Man.

I look back at Sam’s boss as he says, “I’m going to need you to discard your beverage.”

My brows furrow and I tilt my head. “Why?”

Ah, he’s the asking-questions-is-talking-back type: He huffs a deep breath and tilts his head as if to mimic me, clasping his fingers together in front of his ribs. The smile and vein are both still on his face.

“It is not only unacceptable to bring your own food into a grocery store,” he strains, “but I cannot have you spilling your drink all over our products.”

…I haven’t spilled anything. What does he think I am, some crusty little kid?

Damn, this is bringing out a rage that I haven’t experienced since working behind a Joja desk. I didn’t know I was even capable of it anymore. Must be something about the overstimulatingly bright blues, or the blindingly white strips of lights. Same ones we had above each cubicle in the office.

My anxiety is rapidly replaced with a petty yearn to cause a ruckus as I realize that I don’t work for Joja anymore. I never have to even come here again, actually.

I don’t answer to this fucko! I don’t answer to anyone!

Screw this guy!

Feeling courageous, I put on my own customer service mask as I inquire, “Do you want me to spill this on your products?”

“E-excuse me?!”

I hover the cup near the cards, tilting it a little. Doing a little eyebrow wiggle too for good measure. “It feels like you dooo.”

“I— w-what are you doing?”

Seb would be so proud if he were here. Not sure how Magnus would react, but I’d like to imagine he’d support me too.

Completely on impulse, I bring the cup in front of me and splash a little coffee in the man’s direction instead of the cards’. The now-lukewarm liquid splatters onto the white button-down beneath his jacket and rapidly seeps into the fabric, leaving a light brown, unsightly splotch.

Sick, got him where it hurts and none got on the floor! Less work for Sam!

Making sure my voice is just as cheery as Morris was trying to keep his, I cap this off, “Stop treating your employees like crap and stop treating complete strangers like children, asshole.”

This feels so good. My heart is racing and my pits feel a little moist and I might just end up an anxious mess the second I walk away, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t cool as fuck in the moment. When Leah asked me last week if Magnus ever wanted to go apeshit, it didn’t even occur to me how badly I wanted to go apeshit.

I walk down the nearest aisle as Morris continues sputtering something about me leaving, paying for this, whatever.

Shane’s kneeled down in the middle of the aisle stocking shelves. He faces me for a moment and grins slyly. “That was cool as hell.” Why does this feel so validating? “A woman after my own heart.”

HUH?

I blink that fucking flashbang away — seriously, the last time I saw him he was still being a dick, and today he’s treating every interaction like we’re fully acquainted, if not more, what the heck — as he turns away to scan items onto the shelf again.

“I really didn’t do much…” I really didn’t. Just kinda caused a minor inconvenience for the guy.

My hands are shaking though, so it must be catching up to me.

“That still took some balls.” He glimpses at me briefly and adds, “Y’look like you might cry, though. Get outta here before I change my mind about you.”

I huff out a quiet laugh and steady Sam’s — well, my, now — coffee in both hands. “On it, boss.”

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rearranging-deck-chairs · 21 days

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the beach conversation is insane actually im always being so mean to 13 for how closed off she is but it's insane what she does here like "ive never been able to", "it's what my life is", "not because i dont want to"

shes like sorry yaz i cant give you much but lets play doctors and students and reenact the anatomy lesson dr nicolaes tulp you be the doctor and the students and i'll be the body hang on let me hold up a lamp so you can see what we're doing

shes like sorry yaz i cant give you much i locked my hearts in this rusty vault and lost the keys but if i had a spare i would give you it i swear i promise i know thats not enough but i'd give it to you

"i cant fix myself" is how she starts. "i'll be fine, in the end, hopefully" she says like an hour after regenerating after describing just how much it fucks her up and how scary it is and how painful and how much of a gamble, really, how much of a leap of faith and hoping for the best, hoping for that net to appear because if it doesnt......... theres no backup

are you alright, doctor? are you okay? yaz has asked a hundred times without getting an answer. and now she finally does and it seems to recontextualise every dodge that has come before. stop asking, it's not the end yet, theres still time, a little more patience, i will figure it out, i will be able to give you a yes eventually im sure of it.

but now it is the end, regeneration looms again, time is running out, and this endlessly delayed answer sounds like a resignation. i cant do it. not in time. maybe not ever. but definitely not before the plane crashes and i take you down with me. i broke the universe and i cant fix it. it's too late. i dawdled too much.

and what this could have been, but isnt, because neither of them take it this way, think of it this way, because theyre too much alike, and not like this at all, but what this could have been, in intention and reception, is a request for help. i give up, i cant figure this out, but can you? the doctor doesnt mean this, and yaz has always been too attentive to the limits, too respectful of the doctor's boundaries (from "who, me? no. never doubted. don't know what you mean" in ghost monument to "can we just live in the present") to misinterpret it this way. so theyre on the same page. a page, as always, decided on by the doctor. but it does make the perfect set up for the finale

because i do think, sort of, that yaz fixed it. not you know the millennia of trauma but the specific inability of 13 to trust people. the clara/river/missy/bill my-friends-die-or-are-not-what-they-seem-or-both cant-hold-anyones-hand-but-my-own inability to trust her friends are her friends and they will not like explode into gore and viscera if she touches them (which now that ive said it i bet is what she has nightmares about. perfect match with what i think yaz has nightmares about which is the doctor exploding into gore and viscera and not being able to do anything abt it. actually the best idea i think ive ever written abt what yaz has nightmares about is "or you take off your coat and youre wearing dynamite", but i digress) that, i think yaz sort of fixes when she saves the doctor and saves the world and i think if 13 had lived she'd have trusted yaz after that in a way she couldnt before and maybe even that realisation of "you saved my life" in that weird malleable state of post-pseudoregeneration might have had a hand in why 14 is the way he is

#anyway #Them #sonya voice: i still think abt it #can you believe its been 2 years since sea devils???what the fuck #woughhhhhhhhhh #i miss them #i miss writing thasmin in like................that space #i love writing yaz/14 it's very cathartic #like hello lets Talk About Things #yesterday i wrote 14 saying 'it's new! i love new. new is great' which was so nice #my 14 is a lot more 13 than 10. theres no 10 at all honestly i dont care abt him #yaz/14 is just.........thasmin Continued #but anyway i do miss writing them all.............never saying anything #that got tiring after 2 years and its nice to like catharse all that tension now with yaz/14 but #doesnt mean that tension isnt an interesting place you know?#but anyway change is part of love #its fun giving them new problems too fhgkghgjhjh

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we-were-so-beautiful · 6 months

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2. day six

holy shit hi! it's me! I'm back! I will be very surprised if anybody remembers me or this story given that it's been literally six months since I posted the first chapter. my motivation, interest, energy and amount of free time for this project all fluctuate, but... this story feels like it wants to be told, and I want to tell it. so hopefully I'll manage to pop up around here with an update for it every once in a while.

Content warnings for this chapter: box boy universe, pet whump, dehumanization, cages, blood mention. I'm still getting the hang of how to tag these so please let me know if there's anything I missed.

[masterlist] [chapter one] [chapter three]

Vanessa means to wait until an hour before closing time to go to the shelter. Really, she does. She wants to give this guy as much of a chance as he can get to go home with someone, literally anyone, who’s better for him than she is. But it’s lunchtime and she’s already practically vibrating. She’s not even used to being awake by noon anymore, much less having already been up for hours refreshing the site so often it’s making her nauseous. Or maybe that’s just the all-consuming anxiety of suspense.

What if the assholes at the shelter decide that six days is close enough, and take him away before she even gets there? What if she’s fucked up and counted the days wrong, and he’s actually scheduled to die today? What if the subway’s delayed, or the shelter closes early, and she’s too late, and another person dies because she made a stupid fucking mistake?

What if, says the voice in the back of her head that she refuses to listen to, somebody takes him who’s even worse for him than me?

“Oh, fuck literally all of this,” she says to the empty room, and grabs her coat.

—

“Uh, hey, I’m here to…”

“Sign in on the sheet.” The bored-looking shelter employee doesn’t so much as glance up from her phone. Vanessa looks around; the lobby is totally devoid of anyone save for the two of them.

“I just want to know if—”

“Sign in on the sheet.”

Vanessa breathes out through her nose until her hand stops ticking long enough to write. She scribbles her name and the time, and sets the pen down with a deliberate clack on the desk directly in front of the employee.

The woman barely raises her head. “How can I help you.”

Vanessa steels herself. “Is, uh… Do you still have…” God she hates talking about people like this she hates it she hates it she hates it. “Is pet number 414374 still here? I want to…” She wants to choke on the word. “...I want to adopt him.”

The employee’s affect goes duller than ever. “Oh, he’s still here, alright,” she mutters grimly.

Vanessa only realizes how much tension she’s been holding when it floods out of her so fast she almost loses her balance. “Can I see him?”

“If you really want to,” the employee sighs. “But I’m tellin’ you, lady, you’re not gonna like what you find.”

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“That’s him?!”

“Told you you were gonna be disappointed, lady.”

Vanessa gapes. It’s not like she’s been expecting to be okay with seeing people in cages, but she sure as shit didn’t expect… whatever the fuck she’s looking at now.

The dude is filthy, caked head to toe in blood, dirt and worse. The hair that flowed around him in his picture is matted down his back now, littered with scores of dead and decaying leaves. His ice-blue eyes are dull and unfocused. His breaths are quick and shallow, and the way they rasp in his throat makes Vanessa twitch.

He’s lying in a heap on the single layer of newspaper between him and the inch-wide mesh of the shelter-standard cage. Vanessa sucks at math, but she thinks it can’t be more than three by three by five. The shelter profile listed him at six foot two.

The employee bangs on the metal with the back of her hand, making a horrible clanging sound that makes Vanessa want to claw her own ears off. “Hey, look alive, refurb. You got one more interested owner. Maybe try to impress this one for a change?”

“Can he even—” Vanessa starts, but the guy surprises her by slowly, painfully lifting his head. The dirt that coats his skin cracks and flakes as he struggles to push himself up on his elbows. He reaches jerkily for the front of the cage, arms trembling violently with the effort, his breathing growing more and more labored as he tries to meet her gaze.

In the split second before he collapses again, she swears he manages it.

—

“I want him.”

The employee has already turned to go, talking over her shoulder as she ambles back toward the desk. “Yeah, so if you're lookin’ for a fancy one you could try the Manhattan shelter, they sometimes—hang on, you what?” She twists back abruptly as the words actually register.

“I want him,” Vanessa says again.

The employee stares at her for a long, long minute. Vanessa can almost see her fighting the urge to blurt out, “why?” Finally, though, she collects herself, with a wildly overexaggerated shrug of her shoulders.

“It’s your money, lady,” she says, and unlocks the cage.

#whump #pet whump #rescue whump #recovery whump #bbu #box boy universe #vanessa + juniper #disaster caretaker #imperfectly consistent #tw dehumanization #tw cages #tw blood mention #I am once again posting this to yeet it out of editing perdition #this chapter was supposed to be slightly longer #but this feels like a better place to stop #and I didn't feel like writing the other shit #so that'll be its own chapter or interlude later #assuming I ever update again lmao (this is legally a joke I very much do want to update again actually)

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xximnotafckingprincessxx · 6 months

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Secret Life - Episode 6 'Secrets'

As always, remember that the 'Re-rolled Tasks' section at the bottom of this post will be for any task that may not have been completed by choice (aka. secrets that were willingly handed in for a harder task, or secrets that had to be handed in for whatever reason), while whatever secret was the one intended to be completed will be listed in the main list. If someone does not read their original task before re-rolling—and so we, as the audience, don't see it either—they will still be listed in the 'Re-rolled Tasks' section just to acknowledge that they did do this, but their note will be blank since we have no way of knowing what their original task was. I will be listening all of the 'red tasks' in the main list as well, until they either have a failure or until there were no more given in this episode. I'll note if anyone fully does not complete a task, while the colour of their names will also represent which life they are currently on.

As people start permanently dying, I will also be noting their placement in the overall game at the bottom of the main list; this will be a numbered list and so as of right now the number itself does not reflect their actual standing, but their position on the list will. This week Cleo also had a rather interesting task in that the rest of the server knew their secret and Cleo themselves did not, but just for the sake of clarity I will be listing the whole task under Cleo's name alone so that it hopefully avoids any confusion or repetition.

I will be updating this post as more people post their perspectives, if not all uploaded by the time I complete the initial post. With this, we then have...

Bigbst4tz2 – "@ ethanschille2203: Everytime someone takes damage, tell them much too late how it could have been avoided. If you see them about to take damage, you must warn them much too late also."

BdoubleO100 – "You are in a game of chicken with Impulse & Scar. You pass if you win more than 3 chicken competitions. Anyone can declare a round of chicken as long as it's something that will cause damage."

Etho – "Grian is going to get a wither, you must get a warden to the surface. Make them do battle. You can work together to make this battle happen. The fight must take place in a central location. Deep dark can be found at -671 -30 1875."

GeminiTay – "Nothing you say can be true for 30 minutes. If you tell the truth, you must start again."

GoodTimeWithScar – "You are in a game of chicken with Impulse & Bdubs. You pass if you win more than 3 chicken competitions. Anyone can declare a round of chicken as long as it's something that will cause damage."

Grian – "Etho is going to get a warden to the surface, you must get a wither. Make them do battle. You can work together to make this battle happen. The fight must take place in a central location."

ImpulseSV – "You are in a game of chicken with Scar & Bdubs. You pass if you win more than 3 chicken competitions. Anyone can declare a round of chicken as long as it's something that will cause damage."

InTheLittleWood – "Hit a green name with a sword until they block you with a shield. If you kill them, you also succeed." → "Cause any amount of damage to a non-red using an anvil." → "Strike a deal with a non-red to cause at least 3 hearts of damage to another non-red. You succeed when they have dealt the damage." → "Summon a mob using an egg to deal any damage to any green."

PearlescentMoon – "You are an imposter, you must approach any or multiple reds and secretly tell them this task. They can give oyu any task to damage a green player. If you successfully damage 3 different green names (for any amount) from their instructions, you pass. A yellow can call you out as a traitor at any stage."

Skizzleman – "@ Audreymation: You are now the therapist of the server. For the rest of the session, you must guide and give other players advice in a professional manner. The advice does not need to be good advice. You must help players to acknowledge any negative feelings. You can not directly solve their problems, you are there only for emotional support. You fail if called out by a yellow. You can pass early if you give therapeutic advice to every other player at least once. You can only help someone if they appear down or frustrated."

Smajor1995 – "There is an assassination hit out on you from a non-red. If they do at least 10 hearts of damage to you (or through another's actions) or you die, you fail. You have one shot to guess who it is to make them fail even if they already dealt the damage. (You must still get involved in conversations)."

Smallishbeans – "You are Smajor1995's assassin. You must deal a minimum of 10 hearts of damage to them to succeed. You can use other people or any means you please. But if you are called out by them as the assassin, you fail, even if you already dealt the damage. They have one guess." (FAILED)

Tango – "You have an imaginary friend who is exactly like Tango. Talk to Tango as if they follow you round the whole session and are part of conversations. You must interact with other players during this time."

ZombieCleo – "@ jamcdonald120: Everyone else knows what your task is, figure it out and do it. They can't tell you what it is but they can say warmer or colder when you attempt something. A Yellow can not call out this task as everyone already knows what it is. You can not ask, you must attempt to do it." "Stand in a circle of different kinds of flowers and spin."

Out of Lives:

Mumbo (third out) – "You are Grian's terrible butler. You must do anything they say, but always get some aspect of it wrong. You can tell them you are their butler, but not anything else." (FAILED) *Given red task after failure: "Cause any amount of damage to a non-red using an anvil." → "Build a TNT cannon and successfully hit a base from at least 50 blocks." (FAILED) → "Replace the water under the pink diving board with blue glass. You must not be caught. You succeed if they take damage from diving off. You fail if they find it or refuse to jump." → "Strike a deal with a non-red to cause at least 3 hearts of damage to another non-red. You succeed when they have dealt the damage."

SolidarityGaming (second out) – "Replace the water under the pink diving board with blue glass. You must not be caught. You succeed if they take damage from diving off. You fail if they find it or refuse to jump." (FAILED) → "Punch another player into lava. It can be lava you have placed."

LDShadowLady (first out) – "Use redstone to damage a non-red player. You can not hit them with the item, it must be a machine or trap of some kind." → "Summon a mob using an egg to deal any damage to any green."

*Re-rolled Tasks:

Etho: "You ended up with Pearl's book at the end of last session, you must re-roll for hard as punishment."

Grian: "You declared yourself incorrectly successful last session, you must re-roll for a hard as punishment."

#secret life spoilers #secret life smp #secret life #trafficblr #traffic smp #spoilers

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soft-bellied-tannies · 7 months

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One Year Older and Another Size Up

I'm back with Jimin's birthday fic...finally! Thank you for your patience and kindness! I'm grateful for all the people who checked in and sent well wishes. I actually only had bad weather on Friday and Saturday, thankfully passing without too many problems. I then unfortunately had some technical difficulties and one of my stories got reported so I had to resolve that before I could post. But we're good now!

So, a few days late and a little stress later - here is my Jimin birthday story. Hopefully, I'll get back to the Chubtober prompts starting tomorrow! <3

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Read here or on AO3!

Jimin had honestly not expected to wake up alone on his birthday. He would be the first to admit that he is spoiled by his pack, especially as the only omega, but it was strange that he didn’t have a clingy Tae or an excited Jungkook plastered against his side.

After taking a few minutes to get his bearings, Jimin realized that a considerable amount of noise was coming from their kitchen. He sat up and stretched a bit, listening for any hints of what his pack was setting up for him but heard nothing aside from quiet bickering.

Quickly moving through his morning routine, Jimin tugged on his silk robe and tied it around his waist as he made his way out to the kitchen. It likely would be surprising to people that a pack of college mates lived as domestically as they did, but knowing who your mates are by the first year of high school makes that easy.

Jimin stood at the edge of the room, watching his pack hustle around to finish setting everything up with a fond smile on his face. His mates had clearly prepared every single one of his favorite breakfast foods, unsurprising but appreciated.

It was never directly addressed, but Jimin knew that his mates had a motivated interest in pampering him as their pack omega and the physical effects of that treatment seemed to be a source of their pride and attraction as well.

Plump omegas were a sign of a healthy pack and Jimin knew that he more than fulfilled that image. On most days, it was a lot of scenting and cuddling with his mates regularly checking in, walking him to class, and ensuring that he ate all his meals.

However, on a day like his birthday, Jimin knew that he was in for the pampering of a lifetime. He would not be hungry, unscented, or lonely all day and he certainly wasn’t going to complain about that.

“Good morning, my loves,” Jimin finally said, breaking the chaotic state of his pack preparing for his special breakfast. He couldn’t help but laugh as they all turned to him wide-eyed, somehow not realizing that he had joined them.

After a beat of silence, everyone seemed to jump into action with a chorus of “Happy Birthday” ringing out through the house. Jimin’s laugh grew louder as various arms wrapped around him in tight embraces.

Before he was sat down in front of an impressively high-piled plate, Jimin received all his morning affection - a little extra from each of them considering the celebration. Jin was the last to greet him, holding him a little longer and whispering all the sweet words he could muster while Yoongi somehow managed to add even more to their omega’s large serving of breakfast.

As meals like that tend to be, Jimin’s morning seemed to be a blur. He ate with no hesitation, grateful for a pack that cared for him so well and appreciative for a body that showed it. His mates talked about their plans for the day and shared their words of love and appreciation for Jimin.

Nearing the last few bites on his plate, Jimin loosened the tie on his robe - reminding himself how silly it was to knot it tightly around his soft waist. He had been in that position many times before and knew better than to limit his stomach space to grow.

While he wasn’t slim by any means, Jimin had always been more bottom-heavy with his weight. He also knew that his appetite had grown with his size thanks to his mates and that his not-as-prominent tummy became much more noticeably round whenever he was presented with Jin and Yoongi’s delicious food.

Jimin just giggled at the smirk on Jin’s face; the beta always seemed to catch the omega’s moments of needing to adjust whatever he was wearing while eating. With less tension on his stomach, Jimin finished his breakfast and a couple more bites that he was offered as he tried to leave the table and get ready for the day.

As it was his birthday, Jimin had a very specific outfit in mind - his favorite lavender skirt and black knit cardigan with flowers. He loved his wardrobe as most were gifts from Taehyung and Hoseok, but those two items, in particular, were his go-to for special days.

With the help of his white bodysuit, the pretty skirt still had a little give, meaning his big breakfast hadn’t been too big. Jimin certainly had clothes that could no longer accommodate a full day, fitting snugly on an empty stomach with no chance of making it through his meals.

After styling his hair and finishing the last touches on his makeup, Jimin did a little twirl for himself in the mirror and loved the way he looked. He knew some omegas didn’t love the natural weight that came with mating, but Jimin liked knowing that his pack’s love and affection were evident every day.

Thursday was the one day when all seven of them had a morning class so Jimin got to walk to campus with his entire pack. Namjoon insisted on stopping by the nearby coffee shop to get him a frappe and his favorite chocolate croissant as if they hadn’t just eaten a massive meal, but the omega would never turn them down.

Jimin ate and drank as they walked, excitedly talking about building a big nest in the living room and watching ‘The Notebook’ for their evening plans. He finished his croissant and accepted the last few bites of Taehyung’s as the alpha claimed it was a gesture of love the omega could not turn down.

Jimin felt the presence of his growing-tighter skirt waistband after the ‘dessert’ to his barely digested breakfast as the pack led him to his Creative Writing class and dropped him off with promises of a midday lunch at Jimin’s favorite campus cafe afterward. He sipped on his water throughout the class and hoped that his first meal of the day would be fully digested before they sat down for lunch.

His class went by quickly, accepting some kind birthday wishes from a few friends and even a cookie from Taemin that Jimin definitely should have saved instead of eating it during class. Knowing that he had an extra thirty minutes before the others were out of class, Jimin decided to take a little walk.

Making a few laps around the quad, Jimin was hoping to gain some more space for lunch. He knew his mates would once again get all his favorites for their second birthday meal of the day and the last thing he wanted was to tap out of eating or break out of his skirt.

Yoongi and Namjoon’s music production class ended early and walked Jimin to the cafe, deciding to get a table and at least order drinks before the others arrived. Somehow, Jimin was convinced to get a milkshake even though he had just had a frappe a few hours earlier and it was lunchtime, but Yoongi reasoned that it was his birthday and he deserved it.

The others approached the table soon after, Jungkook setting down a large taro boba tea in front of Jimin who was already drinking his salted caramel milkshake. The omega’s eyes widened, but he also would never turn down their sweet gestures or a boba tea.

Jimin wasn’t even focused on what was ordered, knowing his pack would pick all his favorite dishes anyway. He instead listened to Taehyung’s story about the drama in his and Jin’s acting class while he finished his milkshake and moved on to his boba tea.

Mindlessly drinking while listening to his mates talk hadn’t been Jimin’s best choice as he was feeling quite full and sloshy when their food arrived. He had managed to finish the entire milkshake, over half the boba tea, and the Diet Coke he initially ordered before being handed a bowl of spicy jajangmyeon and an order of dumplings just for him.

Against his better judgment, Jimin decided that the heavy carbs might help fill his stomach more substantially than the large amount of liquid already weighing him down. He ate his noodles enthusiastically, finishing his boba tea and his Diet Coke refill not once but twice to combat the spice.

Jimin felt inappropriately full for early afternoon, but he also felt thoroughly and deeply loved with all the intentional decisions from his pack. On top of all those feelings, Jimin was ready for a nap and maybe a more comfortable outfit.

Excusing himself to the bathroom, Jimin immediately saw the burden on his waistband as soon as he crossed in front of the mirror. It looked as if he was a few bites away from splitting the fabric right at the seams.

After a struggle to undo the creaking clasp, Jimin took in the most satisfying deep breath that expanded his stomach well beyond what his skirt allowed him before. The zipper put up a fight of its own as he forced it down to take all pressure off his sensitive middle.

Taking some time to breathe and fix his hair since he was there allowed Jimin to relax and start digesting. He stood in front of the mirror with his skirt undone until the door swung open and another omega stepped inside the bathroom. Jimin ducked into the first open stall so he could reclasp his skirt in privacy.

However, it was not that easy.

As soon as Jimin gave his stomach more room to breathe, his body had no intention of stuffing itself back into his skirt. Sucking in as much as possible a few times while leaning up against the wall finally allowed him to latch the clasp. Zipping it back, though, was definitely not going to happen.

Jimin tried to hide the fact that he was breathing heavily as he walked back out to the mirror, taking a look at how obvious his unzipped skirt was. He ignored the blush high on his cheeks as he avoided the eyes of the omega washing her hands. Jimin waited for her to leave before stepping back and looking at how noticeable the zipper was without hiding it.

Normally Jimin wouldn’t mind the need to make some room for his bloated stomach, but it wasn’t often that they were out in public when this happened. He intentionally wrapped his cardigan around him tightly to cover his side, praying that the clasp held firm until they got back home.

As he returned to the table, his pack looked up at him with confused expressions - likely due to the fact that he was gone for a while and that he was hiding himself under his sweater which was not like Jimin at all.

Namjoon opened his arm, offering Jimin to sit on his lap as a gesture of comfort, but Jimin simply shook his head. The omega knew that if he sat down now, he had no chance of getting home with the skirt in tact.

“Can we go?” Jimin asked quietly, a bit anxious which was odd.

“Everything okay, baby?” Jin asked in reply, concerned that something happened in the omega’s time away from the table.

Jimin looked around a few times before pulling back his sweater to reveal his zipper. “It won’t be okay if I even take a deep breath at this point so let’s please go,” he replied quietly and then tugged his cardigan back around him.

A moment of silence passed before his mates burst into laughter, only further endeared by Jimin’s embarrassed smile and pink cheeks. They all stood while continuing to laugh, a few placing gentle kisses on Jimin’s cheeks and forehead. Jungkook offered to take the omega’s bag as well as they left the restaurant.

As they walked, Jimin felt the pull of the fabric and continued silently hoping that nothing happened to split the clasp open. He was caught up in his head until Taehyung wrapped around his back, matching his steps.

“It’s fine, Min. No one can tell,” the alpha whispered in his ear, hands gently resting on Jimin’s bloated middle. “Honestly, babe, I don’t think you’ll lose this skirt even if the clasp breaks anyway.”

“Hey!” Jimin cut back, unable to hide his giggle as he leaned into the teasing alpha’s chest. His mates all joined in laughing, having heard Taehyung’s remark.

Jin picked up the pace to walk beside them and pinched the omega’s cheek. “Don’t worry, baby. You can change when we get back and relax. We wouldn’t want you to split your favorite skirt.”

Jimin’s entire body warmed up with embarrassment but also love from Jin’s words. He knew it was only a matter of time before he outgrew his favorite outfits with the way the pack was feeding him, but he also knew they would find him equally cute clothes.

Yoongi and Hoseok assumed that his silent consideration was Jimin thinking about losing his favorite clothing, leading Hoseok to comfort him. “We can always find a tailor or get you a new skirt for your birthday next year, Minnie. I know you love that one.”

Before Jimin could respond, Taehyung jiggled his full stomach from behind and kissed his cheek. “Hmm, this one isn’t making it to next year, Hobi. Maybe new skirts for Christmas,” the alpha teased again.

Jimin’s jaw dropped. “Kim Taehyung!”

There was another beat of silence until the pack burst into laughter yet again; Jimin leaning his weight into the alpha’s chest as he joined in. He certainly wasn’t bothered by the teasing, especially when it was true and he loved that it was in response to the proof of their pampering on his body.

They laughed as they walked until Jimin stopped, feeling a snap at his side. The omega pulled Taehyung’s arm back and slipped the fabric of his cardigan away to look at his skirt - clasp now long gone, having snapped under the mixed pressure of his stuffed belly and joyous laughter.

A deep red tinge filled Jimin’s cheeks as he saw the remnants of his skirt’s clasp flared open on his side, the fabric not having moved an inch without the clasp that he thought was his saving grace to get home.

Taehyung smirked again and encouraged Jimin to keep walking. “See, birthday boy, I knew you had nothing to worry about.”

Jimin groaned again with a faux pout as his pack laughed at the continued teasing. He never thought he’d say ruining his favorite skirt would be the highlight of his birthday, but his mates’ love for him proves itself every day.

#soft bellied tannies #chubby bts #bts weight gain #bts feedism #chubby jimin #sbt chubtober #omega jimin #bts abo

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mafuluzx · 9 months

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AHHH I love your Wattpad FICS they bring so much joy 💖💖

Idk if your still doing request or not but can I request jay x male reader where the readers comforting jay after he got hurt during a battle ( reader is also a ninja please)

And I'll probs ask one for kai later if you don't mind

Have a lovely day/night

AHH THAT'S SO NICE TO HEAR!!!! I PUT ALL THE FLUFF IN MY HEART TO THIS!!! I think I succeeded. :3 It's a little short, but I believe quality > quantity, so this is it for now. I'm also very sorry I posted this so late, I have no good explanation, my dumb brain just forgot tumblr existed or something! I'm so sorry!

WARNING! Needles, I know people who can't handle needles so I'll put a warning about it here!

Jay x male reader oneshot!

Takes place in some of the newer seasons.

Comfort

"...It hurts... Am I going to die...?" Jay let out weakly as he laid his head on (y/n)'s lap.

"No you aren't, silly." (y/n) answered with a calm voice and a comforting smile as he brushed through Jay's hair with his fingers.

"...Am I going to-"

"Jay, ask the same question ONE MORE TIME, and I'm leaving." Kai scoffed as Jay glared at him with tears in his eyes.

"But it hurts!!!" Shouted at Kai before recoiling in pain. (y/n) placed a hand on Jay's cheek comfortingly before trying to soothe the blue ninja with a small "There, there..." Kai rolled his eyes before continuing to sanitize the stab wound on Jay's stomach. Three hours ago, the team were actually worried if Jay would die or not, but thankfully the lightning ninja was tougher than the spear that had pierced through his body a few hours ago.

"It'll only hurt for a bit." (y/n) said as Kai pulled out a needle and thread, ready to stitch Jay's wound closed. Upon noticing the small and sharp object, Jay tensed up and looked up at (y/n).

"Why is Kai helping me?! By the time he stitches this wound up I'll have ten more on me!" Jay raised his voice as Kai glared at him.

"I can still hear you. Ugh, I don't know why i'm here either." Kai said before gently pushing the needle through Jay's skin. Jay gripped your hand tight as you squeezed his hand back just as tightly. Jay looked like he was about to die any second now, tears of pain gathering in the corners of his eyes, so (y/n) couldn't help but feel really bad for him.

"...I'm done." Kai finally said as Jay let out the biggest sigh in existence.

"Thank you, Kai. I didn't trust my own skills enough to treat to a wound this big, I'm glad you did it for me." (y/n) thanked Kai in Jay's stead. Kai rubbed his neck bashfully and nodded before hurrying to leave. He had to get back to the deck to talk about the teams next move, but Jay had to rest under the deck due to his wound, and he had forced (y/n) to stay with him. There was a long silence as (y/n) pet Jay's hair, and the blue ninja laid perfectly still and accepted the treatment.

"...I love you." Jay suddenly said as (y/n) chuckled a bit.

"I love you too." He said back as Jay smiled hopefully.

"Can you make me something to eat?" Jay asked as (y/n) chuckled again, before pinching Jay's cheek.

"Ahaha, don't get ahead of yourself. I'm only babying you because you got hurt. And you are in no condition to sit up, much less eat anything."

"You're so cold!" Jay sniffled as (y/n) sighed and continued brushing through his hair.

"I thought you loved me?" (y/n) questioned Jay.

"I do, but you know what I mean!" Jay said and tried to stretch his body, but it only ended up sending a shot of pain through him, and he dug his nails into his arms to relieve the pain. (y/n) quickly swatted the hand away.

"...I'll cook you something tomorrow, how about that?" (y/n) offered after a small silence. Jay's eyes lit up, but he didn't move.

"Really?! Yay!" Jay celebrated before continuing.

"Can you bake a cake?" He asked as (y/n) chuckled.

"Cole can bake a better cake than I." They both knew what level Cole's cooking was on, so Jay gave up the idea almost instantly. He frowned and sunk his head into (y/n)'s lap.

"Come on now, don't sulk." (y/n) said, but got no answer from Jay. (y/n) rolled his eyes before speaking once again.

"How about egg rolls? With any fillings you'd like." Jay turned his head just a little so he was looking into (y/n)'s eyes, before burying himself back in his boyfriend's lap with a:

"Yes, please."

#ninjago x reader #x male reader #ninjago #x male y/n #jay x reader #jay x male reader #oneshot

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lilolilyr · 28 days

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Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @linguini17 months ago, thanks for tagging me! I always take so long to get around to the wip tags because either I don't have active wips or I'm too busy writing to be on tumblr xD but atm I actually got several!

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

I already shared a sentence from my GM wip yesterday, and I couldn't decide which wip I should take this time so you're getting them all :D

1. From a very kitschy HacksHBO Avorah fanfic I already told @die-schwanenkoenigin about and am hopefully gonna finish today:

"What, you turning into a vampire now, or is that an announcement to murder me?"

Though, I'm actually not sure whether I'll keep that sequence in the fic. I guess you'll have to wait and see!

2. From an Andromaquynh TOG AU wip that I honestly aren't sure whether I'll ever finish because it would have to be a longfic and Ahhhh time:

The farm is only about half an hour away - Quynh could walk there if she wanted to, but she never does, just staying in the fields and watching the riders from afar.

Not the last line I wrote, just the last sentence I went over. I actually wrote a bit more about this AU here, and if anyone's interested in getting the draft and adopting it, I'd love to hand it over to someone who has the time to write it!

3. From a Lie to Me, Zoe/Gillian follow-up to @ladydedlock 's fic:

Zoe makes an appreciative noise as Gillian starts to kiss her back in earnest, and Gillian smiles against her lips.

Yes, I'm writing the smutty sequel after all :D haven't gotten very far yet but I'm feeling optimistic that it'll get finished at some point instead of ending up on the forever draft pile xD

4. A Berena getting-together at a club AU - it's been done before and I'm doing it again! Inspired by the last time I was at a gay club, already weeks ago now, I'm really not fast with my wips lately...

Bernie had lingered over the bracelets for a few moments before snatching up the green - single: homosexual, and trying to suppress a blush as she hurried through the corridor and into the club proper.

Not actually the last line here either, just the last properly finished sentence.

5. W13: Helena goes clubbing, inspired by the same party the Berena fic's inspired by but a very different direction, established Bering&Wells with H.G. exploring the modern world

Was this going to be a repeat of the Lara Croft archeologist outfit?

Tagging, only if you want to do it of course, everyone already mentioned above and @guardianrock , @ongreenergrasses , @cryhardanddanceharder , @fixomnia-scribble , @lesbianlotties , @astrabear , @spacewitchqueen , @squishmittenficfan , @lavendelhummel , @purlturtle , @viharistenno , @cookie-sheet-toboggan , @barbarawar , @incompletesong , @galactic-pirates , @lonely-night , @flightsofwonder , @sassy-wartime-nun , @verbumproxen , you can share either the last line from all your wips or just from your latest one, or anything in between! :)

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softsky-daily · 4 months

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1/8/2024

The sky was straight up monochrome today.

Positive thing: I got caught up with an old friend, and my partner got me Jollibee.

Tomorrow I have my first class of the semester and I'm not super looking forward to it, but hopefully the professor will be nice and let us leave early. Once this week is over I'll be able to delegate what days I can work on homework and quizzes and stuff too, so I'm just going to enjoy the more relaxed pace as much as I can.

The real struggle will be getting to sleep on time. I'm a big night owl and like doing things late at night (plus the insomnia kicks in to make things harder) so adjusting back to waking up early will suck. But luckily I only have to get up early 3 days of the week. 1 day down, 2 more to go.

I reblogged this one post earlier about feeling weird when someone is insane about something and you thought it was okay. I think I'm in that situation a lot, which is a bit unfortunate because I do genuinely like hearing about my friend's interests and stuff. It's also mixed with a tinge of jealousy for me sometimes. It must be nice to be so passionate about something, or even multiple somethings. On the surface I think I can come off as pretty deep into the things I post about but besides 逃げ恥 I think compared to other Tumblr-goers my passion for things is very light like a candle flame.

I don't really think it's a bad thing. It's actually very cool to know that one person's "this was okay" is another person's "this altered my brain chemistry forever." It just goes to show you how far the gamut of human reactions to the same thing can go. And even on the other side of things, I know most people I've gushed about 逃げ恥 to don't have the brainworms it gave me but honestly that's alright. I don't need the validation to know it makes me happy and that's what matters.

I do wonder what it must be like to be so invested in things like that, to fall into interests so completely and be consumed by them. I guess that's why talking to friends who do have that kind of space in their heart is really nice. The other day my friend explained why they really like the lore of the Fate series, which I never had a strong opinion of before, but their clear love and vision of what made Fate interesting to them was so charming I can see Fate in a different light now - not by its actual characteristics really, but because it reminds me of my friend and how they talked about it.

Tomorrow's a long day. I get a break in the middle so maybe I'll take a nap then.

#skyposting #thoughtposting

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hiccanna-tidbits · 11 months

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AKGHBKUEFYDGJ when I tell you I just BARELY got all my submissions from last year's Hiccanna month in in time for this year's Hiccanna month--

Truly I have levels of procrastination inside me that most college students can only dream of.

So anyways, here's a moodboard for a fic I wrote a full-ass year ago. A moodboard that I made...last week XD Better late than never, I guess?

The fic is We're at the movie scene where everyone drowns, and it's also posted both on my AO3 Infrared_Ultraviolet and my ff.net Infrared-Ultraviolet! Go check it out :3 Hopefully I'll have the time and energy to write more full-length one-shots for Hiccanna month this year, but we will have to see! I'm a working woman now earning the big bank so I can continue to pay my internet bills and maintain the fandom lifestyle XD

Anna gets to have terrible insomnia because she is my beloved projection blorbo and she gets to deal will all of my issues for me <3 But hey, it's not like it doesn't have canon basis! We see that she does in fact have trouble getting up in the morning (enough to make it a running gag!) and is pretty bleary and out-of-it when she does, which could easily be the result of not running on much sleep and (unwillingly) staying up late. We can also see pretty consistently that she's not what would be considered a "morning person" (although I have my doubts such a thing even exists in real life). Anna's pretty heavily ADHD-coded, which often has insomnia as a side effect because your brain will not turn off ever, least of all when you need to sleep. Things like time blindness when you get super into doing something right before bed or existing anxiety and/or paranoia that's exacerbated by the ADHD really do not help, either.

Anyways, I'm here to tell you that the fear of forgetting your sleep meds when you're going on a short trip/crashing at a friend's house is very, very real. Especially since you often don't realize it until everyone else is already dozing off and no one wants to take you to the pharmacy to buy more XD At that point, your options are a) start taking shots in hopes the alcohol drowsiness will put you to sleep or b) lie awake and get bored and angry and hate your life and also have no one else to talk to because everyone else went to sleep in under 5 minutes. Yes, it really is that bad.

The one upside is that there IS the possibility you will get to watch your crush sleep in a non-creepy way (like you didn't seek them out like a stalker--you just can't go the fuck to sleep and they happen to be 5 feet away!) and fawn over how cute they look doing it XD Which is the only thing that gets Anna through the night, I'm pretty sure!

Although being alone with the stars and the creature noises doesn't sound half bad, if you HAVE to stay awake XD Better than staring at the wall of your room, anyways! Still praying for Anna to get that Starbucks the next morning, tho ^^;

Man, I really wish my college campus had had a duck pond with amusing but occasionally aggressive geese. We had some pretty insane squirrels, but staring down a squirrel is just not the same as being chased by a hissing goose. This is something that I think should happen to everyone at some point, to keep humanity humble. Also being followed around by hungry honking geese while you try to evade them and go to class sounds like the exact kind of college shenanigans I needed in my life! Instead of the depression-laden mess it actually was ajnsdlkuhkuedgh

I love the idea of Anna kinda inadvertently memorizing Hiccup's freckle patterns and finding little designs in them, like constellations <3 She pays WAY too close attention to him, and it shows XD I remember back in college I was gone af for this one guy, and I noticed he had this freckle pattern on his cheek that kind of looked like a baseball diamond. And I adored the fuck out of it ;____; If anyone replaced him with a clone who didn't have that little baseball diamond, I would catch on SO DAMN FAST. I imagine Anna would do the same thing with Hiccup XD Ain't nobody swaps Hiccup for a doppelganger without Anna being ON THE FUCK TOP OF IT.

Pretty pleased with how this one came out! I kind of wanted to do a juxtaposition of dark pics with well-lit pics, and I think the end result turned out pretty decent! Also ended up with a green, orange/brown, purple, and black color scheme, which all go together surprisingly well :O

Any modern AU Anna would also definitely own that exact greenish-blue sweater. Just sayin!

As always, pic credits available upon request!

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hamletunfortunately · 2 months

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incessant ramblings

i wish i were able to glaze my pottery (sigh)

also i was thinking of making a tag for things i really really want called "things I'd steal if i could teleport" and its just for reblogs, because if i was posting it i probably already have it

and now that i do pottery now, i can probably tag other pieces of pottery as "inspo" or "for reference" i forgot which one i use. i already saw this really pretty pink cup! i want to make it too, now that i know how to make mugs!

its really easy, just take a slab of clay and roll it out like so, making it a long rectangle...and then you can like use the circle you make after putting the rectangle together as a base for the actual end of the mug! and then the handle yadda yadda.. BUT DONT FORGET TO SCORE AND SLIP!!! you just mess up the part where you're gonna attach the pieces and add some water, it'll be like a glue or smn i dunno, i just know it works!

sorry for rambling, i really hope i can actually make something with the glaze..like a tftsd mug or..maybe one of my favorite character.........thespian....

i also changed my wallpaper! to that sliqutril art (specifically spec, i loved him, the arts super amazing i hope i see them post some more, luckily i followed them on my main blog(and then they followed me.back!!!!) so I'll hopefully be seeing when they do) i was screaming about before? its really cute, uhm, don't tell anyone though its kind of embarrassing. it replaced my previous wallpaper which was there for a looong time.

i have these little paintings i made? i should stop hanging them up with tape, they always fall eventually! i would use tacks but agggh i don't want to ruin them! they're too prettyyyy!!!

speaking of pretty, spring is late. all the plants are dead and its making me...sad? i have a hobby of flower and plant pressing, because its sooo beautiful, its the one thing i look forward to other than my birthday and also christmas, because im still at the age where i get good presents. but back to plants, im always excited to see all the beautiful plants, but it's been so. long. and im not giving up hope but im getting tired. but its okay because i have my dictionaries to keep me company! and that's so amazing! because some have flowers and plants for previous years, and if i dont have the plants now, I have them somewhere, and im happy i can have a small ray of sunshine in this cold year..really, its chilly!

sorry, that was just my day i guess.

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pebblysand · 1 year

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the end of act two

in my head, i was going to write a long post. one of those extended a/n-s i used to do, but i think my brain is too mushed, right now, too tired and wired, to say anything of value. maybe i'll do it later, or maybe you'll just send me lots of anons (we all know i love those) which will end up letting me tell you all the things i want to tell you.

for now, i just want to say: thank you. thank you for sticking with me, this past year. thank you for believing in this story. i feel like me posting this chapter, today, is definitely the end of something. not the end of the story yet (there are between five and seven chapters left), but the end of an act, at least.

castles has parts. acts. or maybe, eras, you know, a bit like taylor swift. there are: the early days, the 'blur', chapters one through seven. then, chapter eight. the pivot, the one that changes everything again. and now, nine through fifteen. the rise and fall of mia and harry. the trials, the slow and cumbersome process of adulting. the start of harry and ginny, too - for real.

i often get asked how far i am going to take this story. the answer is: the year 2027, in universe (hopefully, i will finish before then, irl). i can't say why because that would be much too spoilery, but i promise, i know. this obviously means that the pacing will be different, moving forward, though it will speed up gradually. the next chapter will cover a few months, then a year, then a few years. i have plans. you'll see.

before letting you read on, a word of warning. this chapter is long. like 18,000-words long. i struggled all week, wondering whether to cut or not to cut (that is always the question) but decided to just let it be long. first, because chapter eight is long, too, and sometimes things just need to be said. second because selfishly, as i don't know how many chapter i have left, leaving it like this gives me the option to late cut it if needed, if i end up landing on an uneven number, which would throw off the chapter titles thing. i hope you can forgive me.

this chapter is also a bit of a rollercoaster. there are scenes that make me cry. there is also, like, tooth-rotting fluff. it's strange. i hope you like it.

lastly, i also wanted to let you know that i'm going to be taking a break from this story. not forever, don't worry, but probably until march 2023. that means that, for a new chapter to actually come out, it'll probably be may, at the earliest. i think i'm leaving it in a satisfying place, though. a place in which you can probably wait. and if you don't want to, that's fine too. while this is not where the story ends in my head, you could decide it ends there for you. i promise, i won't resent you. i just have real life things going on, and have worked a lot lately, so i think i deserve the break. it doesn't mean that won't write/publish anything, it just means that castles will be on standby, for now. here, too, i hope you can forgive me.

thanks again for all the love, messages, comments, anons, and general support these past few months. i wouldn't have made it here without you. keep them coming, please, they always make my day.

lots of love,

#castles #now i can finally sleep

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amazing-spiderling · 3 months

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just saw that post about wanting asks i know i'm 20 hours late but how about you tell me a few things you are currently excited about. ooh and talk about a wip you haven't posted yet?

hahaha, well I need to warm up before doing a little writing, so this is a good time for asks too! There isn't ever really a bad time, haha.

Things I'm excited for! Well, next week my husband and I are scooting to a getaway house (basically like a tinyhome cabin situation) with our dogs to have some change of scenery. It's kinda in the middle of nowhere (there's some tiny towns 20-30 minutes away I think) but close enough that we could get some groceries and a bite to eat and take the dogs new places. Enrichment for all of us!

After that we're driving to my hometown area and staying at my sister's house while she's out of town for a few days and hanging with her dogs. I'll get to see my nephew who I don't see enough, and he was actually texting me about hanging out. We'll probably get some food with him and maybe go do something fun. Just a little spring trip before it gets too hot.

I'm also meeting with my buddy for lunch and "let's walk around a mall" time tomorrow. No real need for shopping, but she just said she had a hankering for walking around a mall (??) and there's apparently a cool dollar store in there that I'm gonna poke around for easter egg goodies. And the place we're going to for lunch has dope-ass baguettes. Nothing gets me excited like quality bread lol.

As for WIPs... I'm really just working on the two same long ones, the Spideypool MCU one (we're in the Far From Home era now) and the Earth-65 Chaste!Matt AU. We're getting some juicy character interaction moments in both right now. Foggy is about to dump some serious trauma on Matt who probably isn't prepared for it, lol.

I have an exchange fic I need to start tinkering with, but I need to revisit some older comics for references before I nail down an outline. It's a bit plotty, so I want to make sure I have my ducks in a row. (I'm still going to have to fudge things a little to make my plot fit, but hopefully I'll be forgiven.) Sometimes I never know if people will just accept "Yes, I see you based this off of the events of this storyline, and I understand why you decided character-x wasn't present, so your plot makes sense" or whether they'll be like "wait, but where's character x???" you know? Fine line to straddle.

I hope there are many things in your life you're excited about too!

#thanks for the ask!

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catchingbigfish · 10 months

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writing plans for the rest of 2023

aka, yet another accountability post i'll laugh at in a few months when i realize how off track my plans have gone again

i am freakishly close to done with the first draft of Conversion; i'm at 57k words as of right this very second, and i'm trying very hard to not go past 90k words on the first draft (even though i think it could edge closer to 120k if i let go with full reckless abandon), and really, my target is to make it a tight 80-85k words. plus, my weekend plans to swap my office and bedroom (who the fuck decided the largest room should be the place you sleep?? that makes no sense!) have been thwarted by my fiance getting sick again, so if i run another few 4-5k days in a row? i might knock this out within the week.

on top of that, i'm enrolled in julia inglis's new shadow doll course (it's a shameless indulgence of mine) which starts august first, so it seems like the prime time to consider exactly how i plan to spend late summer/early fall and nanowrimo this year. here's my current plan:

finish the first draft of Conversion by July 31. this seems very doable so far, unless i really do let go and indulge in all those side conversations and small subplots boiling around in my brain.

spend all of august really delving into the shadow doll course, giving my brain a serious break from writing, and channel all that energy into other types of creativity. this also seems doable, but there's a chance i'll be forced onto a business trip in late august. if that's the case, it'll probably be three or four days, and i'll go ahead and do my first read-through of conversion on the trip. (i read So It Goes way too early and i realize that now -- i have to find a way to force myself to give it at least three weeks before i read through Conversion.)

spend september working on a developmental, high-level, birds-eye-view revision of the first draft of Conversion. if all goes according to plan, i'll use the first few weeks to draft new character sketches and go back to tidy up any mischaracterizations from the characters developing along the drafting process, tighten plot points that i think are dragging, and do a new zero draft based on the first draft plus any new additions i think are necessary, then spend the last few weeks doing the actual drafting for any new scenes i need (and hopefully, for the love of god, creating actual chapter breaks in there). this also seems doable.

get Conversion ready for alpha-readers and zero draft the sort-of-sequel Apostate (👀) in october. yeah i'm basically fully committed to this idea now, lol. the working title is Apostate because i'm terrible at titles and i think it's a fun counterpoint to the title Conversion. i've realized my original cult fiction concept works unreasonably well as a follow up to Conversion (and that's one of the two reasons the ending changed so dramatically), so i'm going for it. i'm not confident i can do this all in october, but i'd love to do nanowrimo again this year and draft Apostate during the month, so this is like my stretch goal. also, i'm not comfortable calling it beta reading just yet, but i'm hoping to get Conversion to a point where i can hand it off to some people who can tell me if it's working, where things are lacking, and any glaring issues i can't see because i'm too close it. (if all goes according to plan, i hope to make a call for alpha readers in early october and have the draft handed over by november so i can force myself to only work on Apostate that month! i wouldn't expect readers to actually dive in until after november, since most likely, they'll be doing nano too -- but it's just the best way to motivate myself). this is definitely the goal i see most likely to fall off track.

spend november drafting Apostate. again, the entire concept of writing Apostate is definitely the weakest link in my plans, but it would be so nice to do!

take december off. seriously, if i actually do this in the way i want, i will need *so* much of a break it's unreal.

#writeblr #about elle #wip: conversion #wip: apostate #accountability post #plans

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kissthesun-gvf · 1 year

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Solitude

INTRO: Another one!! I have a few little blurbs to post, but I'm still finishing up the semester, so I don't have a set schedule for posting them. Hopefully your guys like these little stories here and there :)

You woke up in the early hours of the morning to a warm glow in your chest, realizing that you could hear the faint sounds of Sam fast asleep next to you. You roll over to see hm facing you and wrapped your arms around him, taking in the sweet scent of eucalyptus and incense he carried with him. He moved, half awake, bringing gone arm around you and sliding the other under the pillow. You closed your eyes and fell peacefully asleep for a little while longer.

You woke again to Sammy placing gentle kisses around your face. "Morning, love" you whisper, eyes fluttering open to see his sweet smile. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" he cooed, continuing kisses down your shoulder. "I think you may have mentioned that, yes. You happy to be home?" He grinned a t the question, laying his head back on the pillow. "I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life. Let's just stay here, okay?" "All day?" I reached up to kiss him again. "At least long enough for me to realize that I'm actually here with you... so it might be a while." He brought his hand up and massaged your scalp, his fingers gentle but the calluses he had gained while months on tour noticeable. "God, I missed you," he continued, moving his hand up and down your bare back. "I'm never leaving again."

"We have nothing planned today, Sammy," I told him like it was a secret. "We don't even have to leave the house if we don't want to. We'll just stay here all day. Drink tea, read books, listen to the new records I picked out while you were gone." "And kisses?" He added. "Mhmm, lots and lots of kisses, baby," you replied, landing another one on the center of his chest. "You want tea?" he asked. "Sure, but that does mean leaving the bed." "Shit," he laughed. "I'll put some on, pick out a record while I wait, and then I'll bring it back when it's ready," he planned to himself. "And I'll..." you started. "Sit here and look pretty until you get back." He forced himself out of bed and pulled and old U of M shirt over his head. "You lay there," he leaned over for another kiss. "And look like the goddess you are, and I will be right back." He walked away and you sat up to lean against the headboard, watching him leave. "Baby..." you lull after him. "Yes darling?" he turns at the doorway. "I'm really happy you're home." A goofy smile spread across his face. "Me too, love."

While he was in the kitchen, you lit some incense and turned on a few lights to cast a warm glow across the room that balanced out the rainy light of the morning. Sam came in and put on a Billie Holiday record, stopping to check on the plants before heading back to the kitchen. He returned with two cups of tea and sat in bed next to you, the blankets tangled around your intertwined legs as you sat in the near-silence and soaked in each others presence.

Eventually the silent morning was interrupted by the hungry sounds of your stomachs. "Ughhhh," Sam exclaimed dramatically, "I don't want to get up to eattt." You say up next to him and ran your hands over his chest and stomach. "Not even to go to your favorite cafe?" You smiled. "Now THAT I will get out of bed for."

Yo rolled out of bed, untangling yourself from the duvet and making your way over to the bathroom. "What do you think you're doing?" Sam asked as you turned on the shower. "Well I know this concept is hard for Kiszka's to understand, but this is called a shower, and it's where we get clean." "I don't know, from what I've heard these dangerous things shouldn't be tested alone," he inched closed to you and pulled your (his...) shirt over your head. "If we want to make it to breakfast, Sammy, I don't know if this is such a good idea." You turn your head slightly to avoid his kiss. "I'll be on my best behavior, I promise," he smirked before stepping in. You had missed your sleepy morning showers, both of you barely awake, you washing Sam's hair while he wraps his arms around you.

#sam gvf #sam kiszka #gvf blurb #greta van fleet blurb #greta van fleet #gvf fluff

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