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universalcas · 5 months

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The worst part of it all, if you don't take into account the hollowing feeling that threatens to eat you alive from the insides, the fear, paralyzing as anything, of not being able to function properly ever again, the idea of you doing the basics every day, powered by muscle memory alone because you have to eat and you have to breathe in a world that doesn't give a shit about anything and keeps going, it's when you don't even have a body to bury. And how can anyone mourn an angel, anyway?

When Cas died, he took everything that was beautiful and worth living for with him leaving behind only memories of touches, and comfort an protection and the painful realization that sometimes home can, also, be a person. All the things that Dean, damn coward he is, always took for granted.

He finds the house by the lake he (still) dreams of sometimes, one day he's aimlessly driving, alone, always alone those days, when Sam is far away living the life he always wanted for both of them. The construction is sturdy and well-kept despite the obvious state of abandonment. It looks like a nice place to start over again, whatever that means now.

Next to a big tree that still smells of rain Dean buries his jacket, the one with Cas's handprint on it, because he doesn't have anything else and thinks Cas might have liked it. Dean doesn't know how it feelt to be in The Garden of Eden before everything happened, but he wants to thinks it looked a lot like this, to be able to rest under a sky full of stars.

He doesn't notice the tiny flower that appears over Cas's grave at first, because after only a month there there's still a lot to do but once he does he can't simply stop staring at it. It's small and blue and a species he doesn't recognize. Not that he knows a lot about flowers but he's learning. Maybe it doesn't means anything, probably it doesn't means anything, but he prefers to think that Cas's memory, the physical imprint of an angel existence on Earth, has helped to grow a new life. So he starts taking a bit of his time to talk to the tiny flower everyday. Most of the time is nothing of importance, short trips to the nearest town to buy supplies he needs, a new idea he want to implements in the upper floor of the cabin, but some things are small and life-changing on their own, because in the folks in the town have started calling him by his first name, and he has an 'usual' when he appears at the local coffee shop and the old woman that owns the bakery uses him as her guinea pig when she bakes a new pie.

Time goes and the flower grows and the pressure around his chest is less constricting even if it doesn't disappear completely and probably never will but Dean's fine with it. It's a proof that he's still alive and kicking and that Cas, in his own way, changed him too.

One day the flower is gone and there's a familiar silhouette standing in front of the lake. Fifty-years old-knees from a life hunting can hurt like hell when Dean sprints toward a man that can be real or can be just his imagination playing tricks on him but the blue in his eyes when he turns over and call Dean's name in that soft voice of his, looks like the blue of the flower that Dean nurtured with patience and love for months. It looks a lot like happiness. It looks a lot like hope. 🌿

#destiel #destiel ficlet #i write sometimes #destiel fic #deancas

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chishiyashoodie · 6 months

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how about hc of reader washing his hair during bathtime 🛀💆🏼‍♂️

This request is so cute <33

So it’d start after y/n washes her hair

And Chishiya mentions how her hair always looks so nice

And says he wishes he knew how to wash his properly

And y/n offers to wash it for him this time

He declines because nobody touches his hair but himself - that’d explain a lot ahskakallal

He eventually gives in after y/n gives him puppy eyes and offers a head massage

As y/n massages Chishiya’s head, she notices his hair is actually super soft

Chishiya starts to relax more and more and closes his eyes

y/n uses her favourite coconut scented shampoo remembering that time Chishiya mentioned how nice it smelled

He feels more and more relaxed as y/n starts untangling his hair with a detangling brush

y/n starts rinsing his hair with lukewarm water while humming her favourite song

Chishiya knows this is coming to an end and starts feeling a bit sad about it but can’t wait until your next bath time so you can do it all over again <3

#sorry it’s so short :(#nijiro murakami #chishiya #aib chishiya #shuntaro chishiya #alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #aib #chishiya headcanons #shuntaro chishiya x reader #chishiya imagine #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya x reader #chishiya x you #chishiya fanfic #i write sometimes

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bunitivity · 3 months

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Sanji hemming and hawing to himself about his sudden inexplicable crush on Usopp in the kitchen late one night only for Luffy to walk in on him and hear everything. And he’s like great now everyone is going to know and tries to threaten him into silence despite knowing full well that Luffy cannot keep a secret to save his life. And Luffy is like relax I would never tell on you and I can keep a secret as long as no one asks point blank and who in the world would even ask him something like that if ever lol.

“Sometimes I forget that you can be mature sometimes.”

“Thanks.” Luffy grins as he picks his nose.

“You’ve the grossest man I’ve met.”

Luffy just laughs.

This turns into Sanji now confiding in Luffy about all his love troubles big and mundane whether it be about the fact that he accidentally brushed fingers with Usopp or some other lovesick Sanji nonsense. Luffy is not thrilled at first because of his short attention span and restless energy but fortunately Sanji quickly figures out just how to keep him around long enough to get things off his chest with just the right amount of finger foods.

So it starts with Luffy just sticking around just for the food and then because there’s something so fascinating endearing even about seeing Sanji actually in love. It’s so different from the way he usually fawns over women. So much more vulnerable and earnest and Luffy can’t just look away. So much so he even sticks around after Sanji has stopped feeding him snacks which is his usual signal that Luffy can go now.

He also finds that he really really likes hearing about Usopp through Sanji’s eyes because he’s usually right and true. Usopp really is the most amazing most perfect person ever. And he tells Sanji as much. Talking about the things he personally likes about Usopp. “I just really like his laugh and making him laugh and stuff like that.”

Sanji stops cold.

“Wait are you in love with him??”

Luffy’s first answer is “No” then “wait” then he thinks about it for a few seconds and goes “oh yeah I guess I am.”

“You guess??”

“Never really thought about it before.”

Sanji puts his head on the table. “I cannot believe this.”

Luffy blinks dumbfounded still licking his empty plate. “Hwat?”(what?”)

“I cannot believe you would do this to me.”

“Do what?”

“I trusted you!”

Now Luffy is truly and well lost. “Sanji?”

“Do you even know what any of this means?”

Luffy knows nothing. “I don’t think I understand anything.”

Sanji whips up his head to glare at him. “That means we’re love rivals!”

Luffy frowned. “You mean like you and Zoro?”

“No! God forbid! What I mean is that we can’t both like Usopp!”

”Why not?”

“Because he can only like one of us obviously.”

Luffy frowns. “Says who?”

“Says everyone!”

Luffy just wrinkles his nose and picks the crumbs off his plate.

“Which means!” Sanji continues. “That we can’t have any of these secret rendezvous anymore since we’re enemies now.”

“Nooo! But I love my little secret snack time with Sanji! They’re always so fun!”

Sanji’s heart gives an involuntary skip but then he twists his lips. “You’re just saying that because I always give you food.”

“That’s true but-“

“Get. Out.”

Then he very unceremoniously kicks Luffy out of his kitchen.

They don’t spend time apart for too long because Luffy is a fucking pest who won’t leave him alone and he plays dirty by sending Usopp as an intermediary to fix things between them and how could Sanji say no to him? (he does very loudly and harshly at first just to waylay any suspicions that he might be soft on him before folding almost immediately after). He might also have missed Luffy’s company just a tiny bit but he would sooner fall on one of mosshead’s stupid swords than admit to any of that.

Now that they know they’re both in love with Usopp their little rendezvous changes from Sanji just one sidedly talking at Luffy yapping away about his feelings to Luffy actively participating. He doesn’t talk as much nor wax as poetically about all of Usopp’s virtues like Sanji does but he does learn a lot about Usopp through him. The more childish and rambunctious side that Luffy brings out whenever they’re together and just falls that much more for him.

Also seeing the usual very unaffected and confident Luffy so aware of his feelings(and blushing! Something he never thought would ever see) just plucked on his heartstrings. Spending time with his quote unquote love rival turned out to be a lot more fun than Sanji could ever have anticipated.

There’s an easy camaraderie underlined by something more as they fall back into their old routine. Expanding beyond their(Sanji’s) hopeless romance. Just growing closer and becoming more fond of each other.

But then everything comes crashing down all at once.

Sanji is just watching them one day. Luffy and Usopp being chaotic and fucking insufferable. He sees the way Usopp’s eyes shines and the way he smiles at Luffy and realizes oh he’s in love with him.

Sanji knows he should be happy for him. He knows Luffy would be if the shoe were on the other foot. But he just can’t. He feels utterly betrayed and so fucking devastated and Sanji just hates him. Any fond feelings that he might have been growing for his captain shrivels up and dies.

Luffy is surprised when Sanji suddenly shuts him out of nowhere. He can tell it’s way worse than it was last time but at least last time he had known why Sanji had been pissed at him. Last time he was at least talking to him if only to tell him to fuck off. Now there’s just this veneer of professionalism as Sanji keeps him at arm’s length as if they’re nothing more than captain and cook. Acting as if he’s nothing more than a subordinate who just works for him. Calling him captain in that cold and detached way and never by his name. And Luffy hates it.

So of course he has to confront him about it.

It takes a lot of cajoling to get it out of him but Sanji eventually gives and lays into him about his absolute betrayal and cusses him out for getting ahead of him and making him look like a fool because he might not know but Usopp was definitely in love with him. But then he sees the look on Luffy’s face and something in Sanji just breaks.

“You knew.” Luffy tries to look away but Sanji pushes. “You already knew he liked you.”

Luffy finally looks at him grimacing. “Why does it matter?”

Oh that hurts.

“Because that means that you two are going to date now and there won’t be any room for me.”

“No!” Luffy looks aghast and tries to reach for him and Sanji flinches away. “There’s always going to be a room for you!”

There’s something about the way he says that that has Sanji’s heart seizing up but surely not?

“Luffy do you…like me?”

And then he smiles like Sanji had hung all the stars in the night sky and Sanji has to clutch his chest to prevent his treacherous heart from bursting free and leaping right into Luffy’s thieving hands. Fuck.

“Of course.”

“And not in a friend way but-“

“Sanji.” He stills him so easily with just the strength his voice and a gentle hand on his cheek. “I love you.”

Hearing him actually say it does unimaginable things to Sanji’s heart he might actually keel over and die.

But then he remembers and he retreats from Luffy’s hand. “And you love Usopp.”

“Yes I love all of you. Sanji, Usopp and Zoro.”

“Zoro? Zoro?? Where the fuck did Zoro come from???”

Luffy gives him a funny look. “Zoro has always been there.”

“You can’t-you can’t just do this-date all of us at the same time!”

“Says who?”

There’s this question again. Does he really think he can just do whatever he wants whenever he wants? Of course he does. It’s Luffy.

“Because then it wouldn’t mean anything. If you really love someone you would want them to feel special and loved. You would want to put them before anyone and anything. They should be your everything. There’s a reason people look for The One.”

Sanji doesn’t like the way Luffy looks at him. Like he’s seeing Sanji hadn’t meant him to.

Luffy shakes his head and is about to say something more bullheaded and untrue but Sanji can’t hear any more of this. Of his wild fantasies. He doesn’t like the way it gets his hopes up. It’s just cruel.

“Just choose me.”

“What? But what about Usopp and-“

“I’ll always love him but Usopp obviously doesn’t like me but you like me and I like you so-“

“You like me?” The dismay that had been slowly building on Luffy’s face is immediately washed away and replaced by that bright brilliant smile and Sanji can’t help but blush as he feels all that adoration suddenly shine down on him.

“Yes. So instead of all these needless complications and love triangles -love squares?- We should just keep it simple and date each since we already know that we like each other.”

All that adoration and fondness abruptly ebbs away and Sanji is left standing cold and adrift.

“But-“

“Luffy,” Sanji takes his hands and forces himself to look into his clear and steadfast eyes. “Just choose me.”

Sanji sees the indecision in Luffy’s eyes and knows. He could never choose just him.

What else could Sanji have expected from the man who took the world by storm. Who seeks to stand atop of the world. Luffy wants to be the freest man in the world of course he wouldn’t just settle for Sanji. No one ever does. It’s so arrogant of him to think he could ever deserve all of the love and the attention of the man who is destined to be king of the pirates.

So Sanji lets go and walks away.

Of course it’s in that moment that he walks in on Zoro and Usopp hooking up and just screams.

#one piece #lusan #sanlu #zolusanuso #sanuso #lusopp #usosan #zosopp #zolu #usolu #usopp #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #sanji black leg #made a mistake on my previous post so if you’re seeing this again that’s why #had to repost bc editing tumblr posts on mobile is a nightmare #you can’t select all like wtf #strawberrycamel I owe you my fucking life for telling me about the fuckup I would not have fucking noticed thank you #i write sometimes

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light-fawn · 3 months

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—"Sabine stared at the sky, her hand pointing different spots in the stars as Shin laid by her side in silence, looking at the way her lips moved with every word.

Sabine dreamed of getting lost somewhere, and keep traveling until she saw everything that the worlds had to offer.

Shin knew this.

But she dreamed of getting lost in Sabine, and that...

Sabine would never get to know."

#i write sometimes #and i had to get this out of my head #I can picture the way their eyes shine #wolfwren #shin hati #sabine wren #angsty stuff

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bleedingfromeveryorifice · 1 month

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Mortimer Grey

“Hey, here's an old desk. I bet someone wasted so much time in this chair…”

Mortimer is the current illustrator for the Lankmann Foundation, specializing in monochrome monster characters. His work has been notably featured in 1993’s “The Rules of the Season!”, a cheerful PSA warning residents of the Eastridge Demon. He’s one of the most paranoid employees the Foundation has ever recruited, terrified of a creature in the asylum’s walls. He is a straight demiboy who goes by he/they pronouns.

Voiceclaim: Jeremy Jordan as Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

Currently: alive

Creator: canon/pastraspec

#i write sometimes #doai #doai au #doai oc #dreams of an insomniac #pastra #pastraspec #oc #tw horror #tw paranoia #tw body horror #mortimer

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cornercritter · 9 months

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i don’t usually share my writing, but in honor of a year since the double life finale, here’s a little poem i wrote about pearl’s story

#this feels like something i should tag juneau in #snow’ll probably see it anyway :]#pearlescentmoon #pearlescentmoon fanart #dl!pearl #double life #double life fanart #i write sometimes #my art :)#gosh this is nerve-racking i’m just a silly lil artist #but here we are i have words now too sometimes ig

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one-true-houselight · 11 months

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Ted Lasso AU

Ted and Trent are self-aware story archetypes.

Ted is the Mary Poppins type, sweeps in, helps everyone, but you never know about him. He leaves when the people have grown to a point, and/or when he needs to go to his next ‘assignment’. Never staying, never building anything for himself.

Trent is the Narrator, the Unbiased Observer. He tells the story, but is never actually a part of it.

They both know they’re in a story, and have been resigned to their roles for a long time, but they meet each other and the personas they’ve created to protect themselves shatter upon impact, and they want to make a story for themselves for once.

#Ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #tl spoilers #trent crimm #tedtrent #ted x trent #tedependent #tedpendent #i write sometimes #I may write this #but also free to a good author/artist/etc #i orginally put this in the discord but it's here now too

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deadgoddonoteat · 6 months

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working hard or hardly working

dw I'm not obsessed with mlm I'm just waiting for the story game community to show me a wlw pairing (please give me one I can't have this whole thing be old man yaoi)

#camping roblox #roblox camping #break in roblox #roblox break in #break in #break in 2 #uhh yeah #i write sometimes

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heda-heather · 5 days

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TTPD paternity test be like…

Tortured.

I watch as their scrambled brains

search for clues to invisible things

making up stories that make sense

when layer lifting didn’t make a dent

I bet she watches on in agony

knowing they never turned past the summary

even if she put it there purposefully

to leave hidden trails for us anomalies

those of us taking the deeper look

who do not find her a deceitful crook

but rather a caged animal of sorts

screaming for freedom while biting for sport

I examine the evidence in astounding awe

with a bit of repugnance to the faux applause

I wonder if I too tied all my words to a man

you’d hold such interest in my elaborate plans

#kaylor #lgbetty #friends of dorothea #I write sometimes #lgbtq

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theartofdreaming1 · 16 days

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Fanfic Tagging Game

I got tagged by the lovely @wurzelbertzwerg - thank you! 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3? - 30

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

111,591 words (at the moment)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I'm writing for The Quarry and the Batfam fandom (primarily DickBabs and BatCat)... I have posted fics for The Flash TV series and Brooklyn 99 on AO3 in the past... plus, some other stuff that is only on my old fanfiction.net account (although I've been considering updating my old Young Justice fics, so I may post them on AO3 some day)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Um, Rush Hour, Partners, Knight in Shining Armor, Loveable Nerds and Superheroes and Thank You, Becky Cooper - except for Partners, these are all Flash fics, which is wild, because aside from Rush Hour and Loveable Nerds and Superheroes, both of which I'm still quite proud of, I don't necessarily think that my Flash fics are my best works, but okay ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

5. Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes? I often don't know what to say in response 😅- but I appreciate every single one of them sooo much! 💕

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Okay... so this question prompted me to do some re-reading of my older fics... and honestly? Nothing on my AO3 account had an angsty ending to begin with ^^; So I had to go waaaay back, to my old ff.net account - and I think my Young Justice fic "Pain" had the angstiest ending (and even then, it's pretty moderate... even 17-year-old me was fairly mellow ;)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmh... Maybe my Flash fic "Coming Home"? It certainly has a very warm and fuzzy ending ☺️

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not that I can recall, no...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope; smut is not for me

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, I don't really write crossovers (only multiple fandoms that already share a universe, i.e. Batfam-comic fandom)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope - since I'm a very slow writer, I wouldn't want to punish any potential co-writer of mine with that curse either...

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

To write? Hmmh... BatCat and DickBabs for sure! (Plus, LauraMax are getting there, too... I just need to give them some time to cement their position ;)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh boy, there are plenty of fics I'm worried I'll never finish... but I choose to stay optimistic enough to think that I will, someday, finish all the WIPs that I want to finish... (please, writing Gods, please help me accomplish this task!!!!)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Umm... I like to think that my writing is quite, um, pleasant? What I mean is, that it's pretty accessible (not too convoluted or complex, but also not boring) and while I sometimes write angsty/tense/sad moments, my stories generally have happy endings... And even though my writing isn't exactly groundbreaking, I still stand by all the ideas/concepts behind every story I've written so far, so... yeah...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The process of writing itself (I have to fight for every single word I commit onto the page... I swear, me and writing are engaged in the most tedious wrestling match nobody ever wants to see... ever). I get excited for a particular story, start to jot down some basic ideas, maybe even put in some research for a few points that need to get tackled beforehand - and then psyche myself out of being able to write down that dang story 😩 (Doesn't help that I have a hard time making decisions and get super intimidated when faced with all the possible directions a story could go)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Depends on the context - if we're talking about two foreigners (e.g. Germans) that are talking to each other in their native tongue and maybe don't want to be understood by the people around them (who, for the sake of this argument, are all English speakers) - then, maybe I would give it a whirl, because it would fit the idea behind the conversation (especially if it's a short exchange that people, who would be interested in learning what the Germans said, could look up via Google translate) - but, imo, this only works in very specific circumstances and for short exchanges - otherwise it can get tedious real quick... and personally, I don't like writing in German and don't feel confident enough in my Spanish skills to attempt it for that language, so writing English all the way is it for me

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Um... a quick look at my old, old fanfiction.net account tells me that my first posted fanfic was for the "Sonny With A Chance" fandom when I was 14 years old - the writing is a little... rough, for sure 😅 (although, to be fair, this was written at a point when I had only had, like, 3-4 years of proper English class... all things considered, it's not that bad)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Don't make me choose, I can't pick just one!

I very, very much love my BatCat fic "The Chase" - it just feels like pure Selina, the pacing of it is great and I think it portrays Bruce/Selina's relationship dynamic so very well (plus, it has some of my favorite sentences I've ever written in there!)

I also love Partners for being the longest, most ambitious story I've written so far (yes, despite the fact that I still need to add that epiogue!) and On the Reciprocal Attraction of Heavenly Bodies has the potential to become my best fic of them all, with the Austen-esque writing style and all the historical and literary research I plan on putting into it... I'm certainly very fond of the two chapters that already exist.

And This Is Not Over, But Just the Beginning is so fun and challenging in a different way; being a Quarry fic, with the whole werewolf element, it's darker and more angsty than anything I've written in a long time - but that's what makes it so fascinating for me to write (and read)

I'll tag @queenofbaws @thychesters @rosegardeninwinter @icequeen-07 @clearbluewaters and @mollywog - only if they want to, of course! :)

#I'm feeling so attagged right now #about me #I write sometimes

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ahaha-fvckjjj · 2 months

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♡ TEXT ME!! ♡

Text messages with Rafayel

dividers by cafekitsune

#can you tell my bias?#love and deepspace #lads #rafayel #love and deepspace x reader #rafayel x reader #x reader #i write sometimes

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hesherehesthere · 6 months

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When You Come Around (I'll Be There)

Author's Note: Wrote a fic for the first time in a while, and it's been sitting around on my computer for almost a month. I decided it was time to finally post it. Of course it's royjamie, because the brain rot is real.

Ao3 Link: (X)

Summary: Jamie has a nightmare and goes to Roy because he doesn't want to be alone.

Jamie’s breath caught in his throat as he sat straight up in bed, eyes wide and fists clenched in the sheets. Several images flashed through his head, the dream that had just woken him coming back to him in bits and pieces. His fists were so tight that his nails dug slightly into his palms, even through the sheets. He struggled to catch a solid breath.

Fuck.

Several deep breaths later, and his surroundings started to come into focus. It was still unsettling, images of his father’s face flashing through his head along with his mocking tone. However, the more he breathed, the more he was able to come to grips with the fact that it was just a dream.

It didn’t take long until Jamie’s face scrunched up in disgust. He was drenched in sweat, shirt clinging to the skin of his chest, wet circles under his arms. He yanked it off irritably, glaring at the ceiling fan and allowing the air to blow over his face. He took several more deep breaths before grabbing his phone.

The numbers 2:14 stared back at him, and the bright light of his phone burned at his eyes. He closed them again, rubbing at the back of his eyelids with his palms before shaking his head. Despite the exhaustion settling deep in his bones, he felt emotionally high strung enough to know that he wasn’t going to make it back to bed, especially considering Roy would come banging at his door in less than two hours.

A groan settled deep in his chest. He ran a hand through his hair before throwing the blankets off himself.

He needed a fucking shower.

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When Jamie showed up at Roy’s house at 2:53, less than an hour after he had woken, he wondered for the first time how pissed Roy would be about it. Sitting alone in his house, freshly showered, with haunting images from his nightmares consuming his thoughts, he hadn’t been able to consider much beyond the fact that he could no longer be alone.

He raised his hand to the doorbell, hesitating slightly before pressing the button. Several moments passed, and Jamie shifted from foot to foot. After another several moments, he pressed it again. If I have to ring again, I’m fucking leaving, Jamie thought to himself.

However, the thought was interrupted by Roy opening the door, rubbing sleep from his eyes. For a moment, Jamie’s breath caught in his throat again, but for an entirely different reason this time. He had never seen Roy Kent look off guard, but there was a first time for everything. His hair was mussed, more so than usual, and Jamie resisted the urge to bite his lip.

“Tartt? The fuck are you doing here?” Roy’s voice was even more gravelly than usual, and he cleared his throat, seemingly irritated by it.

Jesus Christ. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Hey, coach,” Jamie chirped instead of turning heel and retreating, forcing a smile he didn’t quite feel. It probably didn’t reach his eyes. “Just uh- couldn’t sleep, yeah? Rough night. Figured maybe we could start training early this morning?” He shot Roy a look that he hoped portrayed the desperation he felt; if the other man sent him away, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do.

Roy surveyed him for a long moment, eyes scanning over Jamie’s face. His eyebrows knit together tightly, and Jamie could practically see the gears turning in his head as he seemed to consider it. Jamie was unable to keep himself from shifting. He was positive the nervousness showed on his face.

After a long silence that caused Jamie’s skin to crawl, Roy finally nodded sharply. It appeared that he had come to some sort of understanding in his own head, and Jamie sighed a breath of relief.

“Alright, then,” Roy said, his voice still a bit rougher than usual. “Get fucking moving. Warm up, jog in place.” As he said the words, he backed into the house again, shutting the door behind him. Jamie stared at the closed door, trying to soothe the panic at Roy leaving, choosing instead to follow his instructions and beginning to jog in place, loosening up his hips.

A few moments later Roy was back, dressed in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. He reached somewhere behind the doorframe, grabbing his keys and headlight from behind it. Then he stepped forward, closing and locking the door behind him.

As soon as Roy stepped out, it immediately felt as though a weight had been lifted from Jamie’s shoulders. It must have shown on his face, since the corners of Roy’s lips tugged up ever-so-sightly into a trace of a smile. Most people wouldn’t know that’s a Roy Kent smile, Jamie thought to himself. He turned on his heel, jogging backwards for a few steps as he watched Roy follow him. “Thanks, coach. Wasn’t sure you’d be up for it. Though I guess you must have an early bedtime, huh, granddad?”

Roy simply grunted and made a circular motion with his finger, and Jamie snorted, turning his back and starting to run. It always settled something inside of him, knowing that all he had to do was follow Roy’s instructions to know he was doing a good job. It was soothing in a way he didn’t often experience; usually things were reliant on him doing the right thing all on his own.

He had been getting better at that, he supposed, but sometimes it was nice to not have to think so hard.

The next three hours or so were something of a blur, with Roy shouting out instructions and Jamie following without question. After a while, he started to feel much more grounded in his body and by the time Roy was sitting on the park bench they typically ended at, sipping at some coffee he had retrieved while he told Jamie to stay and do jumping jacks, his brain was sufficiently mush, nightmare pleasantly forgotten.

“Fifty push-ups, break for a hundred crunches, then fifty more,” Roy said, eyes focused intently on where Jamie stood hunched over, panting, hands on his knees. “And don’t fucking slouch like that. Stand up straight, hands behind your fucking head. Gonna compress your fucking lungs.” Jamie groaned a bit at the order, but immediately pursed his lips and obeyed when Roy levelled him with an irritated look.

Jamie breathed deeply for several more seconds before Roy huffed. “Tartt, push-ups.”

“Right, coach,” Jamie said, nodding quickly before dropping down to his knees and moving forward to settle onto his hands, beginning a few seconds later. His arms and upper back burned, already feeling the ache that was sure to worsen later, but he forced his body to comply with Roy’s instructions.

Roy’s eyes were like a brand on the back of his head; Jamie could tell that the other man was staring at him, and he could only hope that there was approval in the way he did so. Sometimes it was pathetic, he thought, just how desperate he was for Roy’s approval. If Roy ever figured that out, Jamie was sure he’d laugh at him.

After finishing the push-ups, Jamie immediately rolled over to his back and started on the crunches. Now on his back, he could see how Roy stared down at him observingly, taking a sip of his drink every so often.

Jamie felt a flush work its way across his cheeks, and he hoped it could be played off as exertion from the workout. He tore his eyes from Roy, staring at the sky instead as he finished the set, before rolling once more to finish the push-ups. After they were done, he collapsed onto his stomach, groaning a bit and rolling onto his back once more. “Are we done yet, coach?” He asked, and he knew his voice had come out as a bit more of a whine than he had hoped. He stared at Roy from his place on the ground. If Roy asked, he’d do more. All he had to do was ask.

Roy was quiet, and Jamie studied his face as the other man clearly struggled to put something into words. “Why couldn’t you sleep last night?” Roy asked, instead of responding to Jamie’s question, and Jamie felt a slight amount of defensiveness building up inside of himself.

Several hours prior, he would have fought talking about it at all, but laying like this, exhausted from their extensive workout, he couldn’t bring himself to resist.

“Had a nightmare, didn’t I?” Jamie mumbled with a shrug, rolling onto his back to sprawl out once more. “Not a big deal. Happens sometimes. Just knew I wasn’t going back to bed any time soon. Figured I might as well bother you instead.”

Roy’s face twisted slightly at his words, but it was different than the look he had when Jamie had pressed his buttons and worked him up. “A nightmare?"

“Yeah, like I said. Happens.”

“It happens a lot?”

Jamie bit down on his lip, finally tearing his eyes from Roy’s face to stare at the sky once more. “Dunno if s’a lot, but it’s not… weird that it happened.”

“What was it about?”

Jamie’s eyes snapped back to Roy. “Bit personal, innit?”

Roy shrugged, and Jamie realized that his eyes hadn’t left Jamie’s body since he had gotten down to do the push-ups. “I don’t know,” Roy replied. “Is it personal?”

A lump started to form in Jamie’s throat, and he closed his eyes. “Yeah, little bit.”

There was a long silence, the sounds of birds and morning traffic filling the space, and for a moment, Jamie almost thought he had dropped it. Then Roy’s voice was cutting through once more. “Was it about your dad?”

The lump that had formed in Jamie’s throat settled itself firmly in the pit of his stomach then, and he clenched his hands into fists. “Not everything is fucking about him, you know,” he snapped, surprising himself with the intensity and speed with which the words came out. “I know that you like, fucking saw me being all pathetic and shit after seeing him, but-”

“It wasn’t fucking pathetic,” Roy said, and the strength of his tone caused Jamie to stop dead in his rant. All the fight seemed to bleed from his body, and his eyes immediately started to fill with tears.

He had never been so grateful to have his eyes closed. “It wasn’t fucking pathetic,” Roy repeated. “You were fucking strong. He was a piece of shit.”

“Wasn’t strong,” he mumbled. “Punched him, I guess, but fucking cried like a bitch about it after-”

“Oi!” Roy snapped, and the sharpness forced Jamie’s mouth shut just as quickly as it had opened. Then he was speaking again, almost soft this time. Jamie had to strain to hear his words. “You stood up for yourself, even before you punched him. That was so fucking good.”

The praise caused the knot that had been building in Jamie’s stomach to loosen slightly, and he felt his face soften. “Really?” Jamie couldn’t help but ask. If he was a little desperate for praise from Roy fucking Kent, fucking sue him.

“Really,” Roy replied, and the one word was enough to cause a pleasant warmth to spread through Jamie’s body.

“Thanks, coach,” Jamie finally managed to reply, and Roy grunted in what Jamie had come to know as approval.

“Training is done for now,” Roy said finally. “But you’re coming back to my place, I’m fucking cooking you breakfast.”

Usually, Jamie would have said something to that, something to press Roy’s buttons, something about him being sappy. In that moment, he found he didn’t have much to say. He simply nodded. “Sounds good, coach.”

#royjamie #roy x jamie #jamie x roy #this is very jamie centric considering roy is my projection character #but here we are #jamie tartt x roy kent #roy kent x jamie tartt #i write sometimes

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chishiyashoodie · 1 year

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Okay, but imagine y/n and Chishiya have a short but intense relationship in the Borderland and when they come back to the real world they forget all about each other but one day Chishiya is at work and gets introduced to a new med student: y/n and he’s like “why does she look familiar?” and he lowkey starts remembering her as he spends time with her

#shuntaro chishiya x reader #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya #chishiya fluff #chishiya x reader #aib chishiya #aib imagines #chishiya imagine #i write sometimes

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bunitivity · 3 months

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I don't know if you've answered something similar but do you have any ZoLuSanUso headcanons for when they're sick? (Let's ignore canon for a moment, I know none of these monsters actually ever get sick, but that's no fun! We want angst, and hurt and comfort!)

No I’ve not lol but sure I can give some hcs. Out of the four of them I feel like Usopp would be the most likely to say anything if he got sick followed by Luffy and then Sanji and then Zoro who I believe wouldn’t even know if he was sick. He would just say something like I’ve been feeling weaker lately better up my training and then train harder like an idiot.

Sanji would be coming over with some refreshments and be like wait you’re breathing weird and you’re all red are you okay?/that’s what happens when you train maybe you should try it some time and then before Sanji has a chance to give a scathing respond Zoro just fkn collapses in front of everyone. Luffy would be fkn inconsolable thinking he’s dying bc anything that can fell someone like Zoro must be fatal and Usopp tries to explain that it’s just his hubris catching up to him and this is what happens when you train shirtless in the fucking cold.

Zoro would be the worst sick person bc he’d insist he’s fine and try to sneak out of the infirmary any chance he gets which is why it’s a good thing he has three boyfriends who can take shift to prevent that from happening. Though they don’t really need to take shifts bc Luffy won’t leave his side and is there under the covers with him fiercely holding him which was fine at first until it becomes too hot and it gets uncomfortable. Zoro is dying but would rather die before saying anything so it’s Sanji who has to break it to Luffy.

“You know I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing I’ve heard the easiest way to get rid of a fever is to sweat it,” Usopp points out.

Luffy’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Usopp darling my love,” Sanji pinches his nose. “I love you but please don’t encourage this. At this rate they’re both going to get sick and then we’ll have two ppl to take care of.”

“And here I thought you’d do anything for the people you love,” Zoro opens up the blanket. “Are you really going to let something like a measly cold stop you?”

Sanji sees the space Zoro opens up for him and the way Luffy looks so snuggly by his side and takes a step towards them and almost falls for it until Usopp snatches his wrist. Zoro clicks his tongue.

Usopp sighs. “God you’re so easy. I can’t believe you’d let him bait you like that.”

Sanji flushes. “What? No! I wasn’t going to fall for it! I was just going to check his temperature and nothing else!”

“Sure babe,” Usopp says. “Sanji you’re the cook you’re the last person we need getting sick please don’t let this idiot tempt you.”

“Yeah which is why Usopp should join us!” Luffy rises in the bed and grabs Usopp’s hand. “Double the people means Zoro would get better even faster!”

And then he drags him into bed.

“Wait Luffy! Ugh Zoro you’re so sweaty! Gross!”

Zoro just smiles before plastering himself all over Usopp making it that much worse. “Oi stop that! I fucking hate you!”

Zoro hums “sure” while Luffy just laughs. “Don’t worry Usopp you’ll get used to it.”

“That’s the last thing I want!”

“Wait wait wait,” Sanji interrupts their tomfoolery. “If Usopp sleeps here then who am I sleeping with tonight??”

“That’s what you’re worried about? This idiot is trying to infect me with his stupid germs and that is what you’re most worried about??”

“It just gets so lonely~”

“You’ll just have to figure that out because it’s already too late for Usopp I’m afraid,” Zoro kisses Usopp’s cheek and then looks up at him through his lashes. “But the offer still stands.”

“Well-“

“Sanji!”

“Okay fine! I’ll just sleep all by myself in our big stupid bed while the three of you get to cuddle here all warm and happy.”

He does not do that and just ends up sleeping on the infirmary floor because he’s an idiot and he occasionally reaches out to touch Usopp’s hand that’s dangling over the side of the bed because he’s crazy like that.

Of course the next ones who get sick are Luffy and Usopp. It doesn’t happen right away it doesn’t even hit them at the same time. Luffy is the one who goes down first because he’s the one who spent the most time with Zoro and unlike Usopp he was willing to kiss Zoro while he was sick because he genuinely didn’t believe he would get it but he does.

Luffy does not like getting sick. Does not like how weak it makes him feel and most of all how lonely it is when his boyfriends or friends aren’t there to keep him company. Reminds him too much of being small and being sick and alone because Ace went out to hunt and he couldn’t go with him. And now he’s thinking about Ace which is a whole bag worms and fuck being alone with his thoughts like this is just torture.

So he gets extra clingy because he can’t stand being alone. And of course his boyfriends indulge him holding his hand and talking to him to distract him to keep the bad thoughts at bay.

“I’m sorry,” he’ll tell Sanji. “I should have listened to you. If had none of this would have happened. It’s okay you can go back to work I’ll be okay.”

Sanji would normally chastise him but he hears the vulnerability in his voice and just squeezes his hand and then brings it to his lips. “Nonsense, my love. I’ll stay with you until you feel better.”

Luffy tears up a bit. “Even if you get sick?”

“Even if I get sick.”

Usopp would make a makeshift bed out of chairs and lay down so they’re at the same eye level and it feels like they are on the same bed even if they aren’t and reaches across the vast distance to hold his hand and make him laugh with his stories some fantastical some real(albeit exaggerated) about the things he has missed. Luffy will listen with rapt attention until he dozes off. Sometimes Usopp will fall asleep holding his hand and Zoro and Sanji have to come collect him.

Some nights Zoro will sneak in after the two others have fallen asleep. Just to watch over him and if Luffy is awake he’ll wrap him up in some sheets from head to toe to prevent himself from getting sick again and then cuddles him to sleep. Luffy is so happy despite how stuffy and uncomfortable it is. Just happy not to be alone.

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Sanji is just in the kitchen making breakfast one morning when Usopp comes up behind him and wraps his arms around him and rests his head on his shoulder. “Sanji I think I’m getting sick.”

“You too??” He checks his forehead and sure enough Usopp’s burning up. “You guys are going down like flies. But before we tell Chopper give me one final kiss.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea.” Then he laughs at the downtrodden look on Sanji’s face and kisses him. “Guess it’s fine I don’t think it’s that serious anyway.”

It’s that serious and he ends up joining an overjoyed Luffy in the infirmary. Hurray a sick buddy!

“I really do not like how happy you are that I’m sick. Feels like a red flag.”

“What?? I’m not happy you’re sick I’m happy we’re sick together!”

“Diabolical.”

“I’ll show you diabolical!” Then he just starts kissing him all over.

Sanji is just distraught that they’re both sick now. “I haven’t gotten any Luffy kisses in so long.” Okay maybe that’s not the only thing he’s distraught about but still!

“No one’s stopping you.”

“Shut up Marimo this is all your fault! If you’d just learn to wear a shirt none of this would have happened!”

“Oh please you love it when I don’t wear a shirt.”

“When it’s hot out! …wait did you just say nothing is stopping me?” Sanji’s eyes go wide. “Don’t tell me you have been making out with Luffy this entire time!”

“What moron would do that!”

Then they get kicked out of the infirmary for being too loud.

It hits Usopp a lot harder than the other two. Because unlike his boyfriends he’s just regular person and whatever felled them straight up knocks him out. He’s delirious and barely conscious for the most of it which makes the others quite distressed. Especially Luffy who is the closest to him(proximity wise) and who ends up seeing the worst of it. He will try and talk to Usopp but only gets short responses back and sometimes they aren’t even coherent and make no sense. This just makes him even more distressed which leads to Luffy staying up all night despite also being sick and needing his rest just to watch Usopp sleep afraid that if he falls asleep Usopp will just stopped breathing. No matter how much Chopper reassures him Usopp will be fine there will be this tiny voice at the back of his head whispering what if and he just can’t risk it.

Even after Luffy gets better he’ll lie and say he is still sick just so he isn’t forced to leave. He’ll wrap around him several times cocooning him in his arms in the dead of night whispering in Usopp’s ear to please not leave him he couldn’t bear to lose anyone else. And then sigh a breath of relief when he feels Usopp squeeze him back.

Sanji is just as bad as him staying up late at the infirmary not leaving until Zoro has to physically lift him and carry him out. He redoubles his efforts whipping up dish after dish that he hopes will help. Zoro often have to force to take a break. Zoro is worried too but unlike Luffy and Sanji he knows restraint(when it concerns others that are not him lol) so he ends up looking Sanji so he doesn’t overwork himself and ends up bedridden too. Two sick people are already bad enough.

Once he gets him in bed Sanji would still stay up worrying and confiding in Zoro that he’s afraid that they may not get better alluding but not outright telling him about his mother’s illness. She had been looked a lot better than Usopp and she still died and so what if the same happened to either Luffy or Usopp?? Then were would he be? Just all alone with stupid Marimo he would say all while burying his face in Zoro’s chest trembling. “Don’t be stupid they’re a lot stronger than some stupid cold they’ll both be fine In no time especially after you made that dish? What was it called again?”

He will try to distract by making him talk about those legendary dishes he learned from Iva until he falls asleep.

Zoro who’s usually so unflappable ends up infected by all Luffy’s and Sanji’s anxious energy and just ends up feeling useless since there’s nothing he can do but watch over Luffy and Usopp while they sleep and helping Luffy get out of his spirals once the waiting gets to be too much.

But because Sanji can’t be stopped(Zoro is too m he just isn’t as vocal about it) they end up sleeping in the infirmary too. Making a makeshift bed on the floor much to Chopper’s chagrin.

Usopp wakes up early one morning finally released from the ravages of his fever to see his three boyfriends in the room with him. Luffy clutching his waist and Sanji holding his hand which has started cramping from the impractical position. He looks up and makes direct eye contact with Zoro who smiles with heavy eye bags under his eyes and says “took you long enough.”

Usopp reaches out and touches his face and brings it closer so he can kiss it. “Thank you for waiting.”

There’s a little bit of a celebration once the other two wake up and everything is right with the world.

Until Sanji gets sick.

“And this is why I said you shouldn’t work so hard stupid cook.”

“Are we cursed? Is this why this keeps happening?? Feels like we’re stuck in a bad dream!”

“Don’t be stupid this is because Sanji was stupid and worked himself sick.”

“Maybe so but-Luffy!”

Luffy stops where he had been crawling into bed into Sanji’s outstretched arms who’s crooning sweet nothings to him.

“What? You can’t get sick twice from the same cold. I stayed with you even after I got better and I’m feeling just fine.”

“That cannot possibly be true.”

“You gotta admit he has a point.”

“I do not want to hear that from you patient 0. I blame you for all of this.”

Zoro just shrugs and makes Sanji scooch over.

But because there was no one there to correct them and both Zoro and Sanji agreed with Luffy outvoting Usopp 3-1 he had to let it happen. And to no one’s surprise they all got sick again.

#do they break the cycle? who knows #and you best believe sanji didn’t agree with them because he actually believed luffy he just didn’t want to be alone lol #this was supposed to be just hcs but I’m fkn diseased and as soon as I started writing I couldn’t stop lol #I just checked and it’s a little over 2k #I didn’t intentionally short Sanji I promise but this shit got too long😔#nami ended taking over cooking and the cost is steeeeep #zoro ends up taking the brunt of it because this is all his fault lol and also bc she just likes tormenting him😌#asks #zolusanuso #one piece #lusopp #sanuso #zosopp #lusan #zolu #zosan #i write sometimes

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dykeseinfeld · 7 months

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for @ivecarvedawoodenheart you say i’ve been torturing you with this percabeth tlt au so call me a sadist bc i had to sit down and write this💔.

tw suicide, blood, implied death, gore

“I think-“ There was another earth-shattering collision from outside, and Annabeth cried out.

Blood was coming out of every pore now, staining her blonde hair from the roots. Percy would have wondered how she was finding the strength to keep this bone shell, but he could feel his spinal cord tearing and pulling into a white hot knot as she siphoned him. “I think we’re probably going to die,” she finally got out.

Percy wanted more than anything to say she was wrong, to come up with some rousing speech to convince her it wasn’t true. But their shell shuddered with another impact, and he could remember the speed and strength this monster had skewered Bianca, how she had been there one second and shredded the next.

“That sounds about right.”

Annabeth let go of a groan. She looked up at him from where she crouched on the ground. Her silver eyes were dripping with red, cutting through her makeup like gruesome tears. “Maybe if I let you out, you could make it to the window. The sea–”

“I am not leaving you. I’m your cavalier, remember?”

“You don’t have to pretend anymore, idiot. I brought you here.”

Percy dropped out of fighting stance, and dropped down, capping Riptide. The only light was the shine of Annabeth’s ceremonial dagger, strapped to her side like always. Underneath all the paint and the grime and the blood, Annabeth looked so much smaller than her seventeen years. He could almost see the little girl old Chiron had told him about, who had begged and begged to run away from her necro studies and join the Cohort.

Percy grabbed one of her hands, which were digging into her thighs like claws, and put it against the side of his head. “I thought you were supposed to be smart. I did not go through hell because I’m a helpless idiot you were dragging behind you. I am your cavalier, and I chose to be here to serve you.”

Annabeth’s eyes were like bloodshot saucers as he laid his other hand on the matching chunk of her hair that had gone grey during the Avulsion Trial. Her chapped bloodied mouth fell slack, but Percy cut her off before she could say more stupid self-sacrificing bullshit. For the first time in his whole stupid existence, he understood exactly what was going on. “One flesh, one end.”

Annabeth pressed her forehead against his shoulder. “Percy. You are the best cavalier I could have ever asked for. And I’m honored to die fighting by your side.”

Percy pulled back just a little, and put his forehead against hers. “Are you saying I finally earned that good luck kiss?”

Annabeth let out a pained exhale that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. “I think our luck’s pretty much run out, seaweed brain.”

Percy shut his eyes hard, tried to freeze himself in this moment. The metallic smell of blood and bone and Annabeth’s small strong body pressed against his, her weak laughter in the air.

After an eternity and an instant, he stood up, and strode to the other side of the bone cage. Percy tried for a smile and tossed her Riptide’s pen. It was hard to tell if Annabeth was more in pain from her injuries, confusion, or the shred of emotional intimacy they had just shared.

And then, Percy turned away from her. He turned away so he wouldn’t know if she noticed the dagger in his hand, slid from her belt a moment ago. If she understood why he was holding it up in front of his chest, or if she was a moment too late in realizing what was happening when he thrust the bronze point through his sternum, he didn’t know.

He didn’t need to know. Annabeth was never late, he thought. Percy could feel that tug in his spine grow stronger, blinding white, so painful he couldn’t speak couldn’t breathe. Wherever or however Percy fell, he could always trust Annabeth to pull him back to her.

#i don’t love the ending of this but. literally typed this all out in 20 minutes on my phone bc. Inspirstion #i need to change and get in the car now lol i’m gonna b late #tlt #pjo #percabeth #i write sometimes

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