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finn-m-corvex · 5 months

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Whumptober Day 26: Working to Exhaustion

Ta-da! Day 26! AND PIXAL IS MAKING HER DEBUT INTO WHUMPTOBER FICS YOU GO GIRL YOURE DOING GREAT I LOVE YOU! I also really like how this one turned out!

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Fumbling with the screw, Jay finally got it back out, determined to put it in correctly after the third attempt. His hands were shaky, twitching as he tried to get a good grip on the drill in his other hand. The drill was wobbling much like the corners of Jay’s vision, and he groaned as yet another bolt of pain shot through his head as he pressed the trigger, the shrill ringing of whirring metal making his ears bleed.

And he messed up the screw again.

Shouting in frustration, Jay threw the drill across the room, hearing it make a loud thunk against the wall before thudding onto the floor. He put his head into his hands, trying to massage his aching neck and rub the tension out of his temples. All of the commotion attracted the attention of Pixal on the other side of the workshop, and she quickly came over to make sure that he hadn’t been hurt.

“Are you alright?” she asked cautiously, noting his tensed position and how tightly he was holding himself up.

“Fine,” Jay ground out, trying to keep his hair out of his eyes. He knew he should’ve snatched one of Nya’s hairclips. “I’m fine, Pix.”

“You’ve been in here for quite some time,” Pixal said, “and I’m not sure if you’ve slept. Does Nya know you’re down here?”

“No, and we’re going to keep it that way,” Jay said, “just because I couldn’t sleep doesn’t mean I keep her awake.”

Picking the drill back up, Jay forced his eyes to stay open as he unscrewed the one that he tried to put in, lining it back up and trying again. This time it actually turned out fine, and Jay sighed in relief; he didn’t know how many more attempts he could’ve made before he would’ve lost it.

Frowning, Pixal put down her own tools to keep watching him. Jay was so tired that he didn’t notice, continuing to work on his project with stilted movements and constant yawns, and Pixal sighed when he reached for the hammer to nail something into place. She reached into the workshop freezer, stocked with ice packs for any injuries they sustained, and grabbed one of the packs before waiting patiently for the inevitable to occur.

Jay swung with the hammer, and just as she expected, he missed the nail entirely and brought it down directly onto his thumb.

Reeling, Jay dropped the hammer with a loud clatter. “Fuck!” he yelled, swiftly holding his hand to his chest and cradling it there. Pixal knew that it wasn’t broken, and she stepped forward to offer him the ice, getting a glimpse of his thumb before he hid it away again.

“Will you rest now?” she asked, already knowing his answer. The two of them had spent enough restless nights down here together; Pixal knew all of his habits like the back of her hand.

“No,” Jay bit his lip, cringing at the way his thumb was crying out in pain even with the cold of the ice numbing it.

“You are bleeding.”

Startled, Jay looked down to see a few droplets of blood on the floor, watching as another one fell and joined the tiny puddle. He grimaced as he reluctantly brought his hand back out for Pixal to examine, the two of them taking a seat on the closest bench. Pixal nodded in approval, humming as she scanned it with her glowing green eyes.

Finished, she sat back a little and let go of Jay’s hand. “It is not broken, but you will need to ice it for the next few days and get some rest.”

“I don’t need rest,” Jay insisted, “Pix, I’m fine. The team needs this done soon and I’ve been slacking on it for a while, so I gotta play catch-up.”

Sighing, Pixal stood up and dusted her hands off on her workpants. “Fine. I am going to get you some bandages and a splint. Do not do anything that would injure you more while I am gone, please.”

And soon she was gone, going up the elevator to the top floor of the Monastery while Jay was alone in the workshop. Shaking his head, Jay opened up his phone and connected the bluetooth; if he was going to be on his own for a bit, then he would get to play his music at whatever volume he wanted. Satisfied with the selection of his house music, Jay threw his phone onto his workstation and picked the hammer up off the floor.

One time would be enough for him to learn. He could still get some work done.

Until his vision kept blurring as he moved, every breath making his head throb in pain. Jay took a deep breath, holding the hammer above his head and trying to ignore the way it was shaking with the effort. It was fine, he was fine, it was fine and he was fine and it was fine and he was fine—

Fiery pain shot up his hand when he missed the nail again, landing on his already damaged thumb. Jay felt his heart drop when there was a sharp crack, and upon closer inspection he realized that there was a small bit of bone peeking through his skin. It was definitely broken now.

Shame and guilt swelled up from inside of him when he shuffled over to the intercom, trying to jostle his hand as little as possible. Jay fumbled with the call button, trying to connect it directly to Pixal rather than one of the many speakers that she and Zane had carefully placed around the Monastery. He would rather not put his injury on full-blast for anyone else who was awake at three in the morning.

It felt like his head was swimming in circles when Pixal picked up. “Hello? Jay?”

“Pix,” he said, hating the way his voice cracked. “I think I broke it.”

Silence. Jay bit his lip to keep from whimpering as his thumb tried to move, waiting for Pixal’s reprimands. He wasn’t sure if it was his exhaustion or what, but he really hoped that she would be gentler than normal; if she started lecturing him, Jay was pretty sure that he was going to break down and start crying.

“I’m sorry,” he tried, desperate for any sort of reaction. She had been quiet for way too long.

“...no apology needed. I will get the extra supplies and meet you down there. Sit down, stay put, and do not pick that hammer back up. It will not be long.”

A click and she was gone. Jay did as he was told, sitting down on the same seat and trying to keep the tears out of his eyes. Pixal had been far too clinical, too short and too professional; she was definitely angry with him. His stomach growled, and he was reminded of the fact that he never ate dinner, and maybe she wouldn’t be too mad if he tried to find some snacks down here.

Looking at the unfinished project still sitting on his workbench, Jay felt his hunger shrivel up and die. He skipped dinner to work on it, and he still wasn’t finished, and that meant no food even if the feeling of his stomach gnawing on itself made him want to cry even more.

There were footsteps on the stairs, and Jay watched as Pixal came down with her arms filled with supplies. However, there was a second pair of footsteps, and Jay felt his heart squeeze when he saw who was following behind her.

Nya.

Oh he was so fucked.

Jay kept his head down as the girls drew closer, hiding his thumb and biting his lip to keep quiet. He smelled food, and looked up as Nya put the plate aside as she knelt down in front of him. Their eyes met, and Jay could feel his facade breaking down when he saw the worried look on her face. She reached up to cup his cheeks, stroking with her thumb.

“Can I see?” she asked softly, and for as much as Jay wanted to protest he knew he couldn’t do it. He let her take his hand, inhaling sharply when she brushed against his broken thumb. The motion brought tears to his eyes that he was quick to blink away.

Sighing, Nya scooted over to make room for Pixal on her other side, and Jay felt the shame increased tenfold.

“I brought you some local anesthetic for the pain,” Pixal said, tapping the needle on its side, “so it should not hurt when I set it, but please do tell me if I need to stop.”

“Thanks, Pix,” he said softly, because he wasn’t expecting her to do that for him. If anything, Jay’s pessimistic attitude had convinced him that she wanted him to feel as much pain as he could. He let the nindroid take his hand, her metal skin cool to the touch, and he flinched when he felt the needle go under his skin.

Nya sat down next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and tucking his face into her shoulder. She carded through his hair as Jay closed his eyes, his hand starting to go numb, and he was more than content to let himself doze a little on his Yang’s shoulder.

“For future reference,” Pixa said, fiddling with the splint, “when I tell you to not aggravate an injury, please do not aggravate an injury. I do not like seeing you hurt.”

“Sorry,” Jay mumbled, “was trying to get work done.”

“Well after she’s done, you’re eating some food and then we’re going back to bed.” Nya said, tucking a stray piece of his hair behind his ear. “Like you should’ve been doing hours ago.”

“I can’t eat yet,” he slurred, sleepiness starting to kick in now that he was finally staying still, “I haven’t finished the thing. I skipped dinner so I could finish it—”

“And you shouldn’t have done that either,” Nya said gently. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “You don’t need to earn food, you’ve done enough. I’ll finish it tomorrow while you sleep in.”

It was definitely the exhaustion, he decided, letting some of his tears out on Nya’s shoulder as his emotions threatened to overflow. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Nya whispered into his hair, “I know, I’m not mad. I just need you to eat something and come back to bed. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah,” Jay said, feeling the warmth from the plate seep into his lap as Nya placed it down. It was chicken and rice, one of the only things that Cole could cook, and he knew just the way that Jay liked it. He clumsily picked up the fork with his hand, his motor skills gone with his lack of sleep, and he pouted when Nya grabbed up the fork and held it to his mouth.

The taste blossoming across his tongue made him hum in contentment, especially when Nya scooped up some more for him. “You don’t need to feed me, you know.”

“Humor me, Mr. Walker.”

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Walker.”

He couldn’t stop the smug smile from spreading across his face when Nya flushed a bright red, lightly smacking his arm with one hand and stuffing his mouth with the other. Pixal chuckled, and Jay knew that he was only being so bold because of how sleepy he was. He tended to say stupid shit when he was tired.

“You’re lucky that I love you,” Nya muttered, continuing to feed him despite the dark blush across her cheeks. It was adorable to him, and Jay leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

“I am,” he confirmed, “incredibly lucky that you love me.”

“And I am incredibly eager for you two to take all of, this, upstairs so I can get some work done in peace,” Pixal said, letting go of his hand. Jay knew that she was only teasing, and instead focused on finishing his food and leaving the splint that she had put on his thumb alone.

Sleep was right on the horizon when he finally finished, and Nya set the plate aside for her to come and pick up in the morning. Jay wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her hair and trying his best not to jostle his bad hand. “Can we just stay here?” he asked, and Nya chuckled.

“No, honey. You’re going to bed.”

“But I’m comfy.”

“And you’ll be more comfy upstairs,” Nya insisted, standing up and dislodging his grip. “Now c’mon, I’ll help you walk.”

#ninjago #ninjago jay #finn's writing #ninjago nya #ninjago pixal #whumptober day 26 #whumptober 2023

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thewickedlywenchy · 6 months

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I can’t stop asking pervy questions lol!

16, 23, 24, 25 & 27

Have I created a monster? 😂 I love to talk so no problem!! Ok pervert......here we go!

16. Morning sex or nighttime sex? Yes please!! And lunch time sex and random just because sex......YES!YES!YES!!!!

23. Do you like foreplay? I love foreplay! Foreplay doesn't always need to be physical either. Sexting all day with your partner, teasing each other in public (I 100% do this! Flash a nipple in a crowded restaurant, leave the table to go to the bathroom and text naughty pix while they are waiting at the table.) Being playful with each other......for me all of that leads to foreplay, and that leads to sex and that can only be a good thing!

24. What turns you on the easiest? In addition to being a pervert I am also a romantic. Hard to believe I know....lol. If we are talking physically.....a beard or stubble on my neck while whispering sweet nothings in my ear......or down right dirty talk works too!! If I'm called baby girl at any point I will just melt into a puddle of goo.

Also a lot goes on mentally for me too. I like someone that can take my sass and throw it right back at me. A little flirty sexy banter works every time!

25. How do you feel about creampies? 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥gimmie!gimmie!gimmie!!!

27. Have you ever had sex with the same gender? I have. If I could clone myself I'd definitely fuck me.....lol. I find women very beautiful and I do notice an attractive woman in public. I have never been in an actual relationship with another woman. But sex yes. More than a few 3somes also. But as I get older I am much less tolerant of bullshit and drama and I definitely prefer men. I honestly don't know how you guys put up with us because there are maybe 2 women I can get along with....lol. Maybe it's me?? Nahhhh I'm a sweetheart! It's gotta be them😂😂😂

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captain-of-the-roses · 1 year

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Katherine worked at a coffee shop. It was small, hidden away by the college dorms and other shops in the surrounding area, and slightly run down, but the homely vibe attracted plenty of customers. For the most part, Katherine enjoyed working there -the free drinks were great and her coworkers were very nice people- which meant the only problem were the customers.

But today, it would seem, would be different.

The door clicked open, a strong breeze momentarily blowing through the opening, and in stumbled a rather small girl. Her hair was short and dark, and a mushroom designed backpack was slung over her shoulders. Katherine paused what she was doing to stare.

The girl, as if she could sense Katherine's eyes on her, looked up and around the café. When her eyes -which looked golden in the light of the setting sun- landed on Katherine, her face went red.

Readjusting her backpack, the girl stumbled up to the counter. She kept her eyes down as she mumbled, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause a scene."

"Oh! No, no, you're fine!" Katherine was quick to reassure her. "The wind just startled me. What can I get you?"

"Uh- right, um." She looked up and squinted at the menu above Katherine's head. Around them, a few customers left with a wave and fWhip went to serve a drink. "Any recommendations?"

Katherine smiled, "The hot chocolate is always good, especially on a cold day. I know plenty of people swear that our caramel mocha is the best in town."

"What do you like?" The girl asked. As she did, she fished out her wallet and started to hum lightly.

"The green tea is pretty good. That's my go to when I'm on break."

"Then I'll take that!" She said cheerily, holding out a ten. Katherine laughed and took it, handing her back the change.

"Is that for here or-"

"Here!"

Katherine laughed again at her enthusiasm. She pulled out a paper and wrote down the order, pausing to ask, "And can I get a name?"

"Oh! I'm Shelby," Shelby's blush returned. She glanced down to Katherine's name plate and then looked up with a smile, "And you're Katherine."

"That would be me!" Katherine's smile grew. "Have a seat, your order will be done in a few minutes."

Over the next few weeks, Shelby began to come into the little coffee shop more and more. First it was under the excuse that the weather was getting colder and she wanted somewhere warm to study. Then she said it was because the shop has the only tea she likes. It moved onto the excuse that her roommate constantly had guests over and she didn't want to be around them.

Sausage had raised an eyebrow and exchanged looks with Scott when Katherine told them of their new regular. A grin grew on Scott's face.

"Hey, Katherine?" Scott called, pausing Katherine's rambling. "Have you noticed anything about Shelby?"

Katherine furrowed her brows and tilted her head. What did that mean? Shelby was a normal student studying different types of science up at the college, what part of that was of note?

"No…" Katherine slowly answered. "Why?"

Sausage failed to hide a laugh behind his hand as Scott pressed further, "So, you haven't noticed how she only comes in during your shifts? Or how she's ordered almost exclusively green tea since you recommended it to her as your favorite? Or how she keeps looking at you?"

"Yeah, Katherine? Recognize anything familiar?" Sausage added, failing to hide more giggles. And oh, Katherine did.

Everything Shelby was apparently doing was exactly what Jimmy had been doing with Scott and Sausage when the three of them first met. But, Shelby wasn't in love with Katherine, was she? Sure, they were friends by now, but…

Katherine shook her head, black hair flying everywhere, "That doesn't mean anything! Shelby could just be… being friendly!"

"Right…" Scott drawled slowly. "Like how Sausage was saying Jimmy was only being friendly when Jimmy not-so-subtly asked him out on a date?"

"But Shelby hasn't done anything like that!"

Sausage raised a hand, "Yes she has! Or, she is trying to. She asked Pix if you were interested in dating anyone the other day."

"Why would she assume Pix knows about any of our romance dramas?"

"Because Pix gives off that vibe." Scott waved her off. "My point is, she clearly has a crush on you."

Sausage leaned across the counter, eyes sparkling, "The question is, how do you feel?"

"I-..." Katherine wasn't sure how to answer that. She liked Shelby. Really liked Shelby. But was it a crush? Katherine didn't think so, or at least not yet. She frowned and sunk into her seat. "I'm not sure…"

Scott pushed her drink closer, "That's fine. Figure it out when you're ready, I'm sure Shelby will be okay with either one."

A month passed since the conversation with Scott and Sausage. Katherine eventually found herself agreeing with them, it was very obvious that Shelby had a crush on Katherine. Their hands would brush and she would blush, she would stay with Katherine on closing days to make sure she had company, and her tips toward Katherine were always more than what was paid for the drinks. Little things that stacked up.

Katherine herself still couldn't figure out her own feelings. She definitely cared for Shelby, but she couldn't tell if it was romantic. Asking Scott or Sausage would be embarrassing, and fWhip and Pix don't do that, so Katherine was forced to either call Lizzie or figure it out on her own.

To avoid the overwhelming force that was Lizzie, Katherine decided to try and do it by herself. Which meant searching the internet for hours as she attempted to figure out if she was in love with her (best?) friend.

To her dismay, that's how Shelby found her one day. Hunched over a table by the window, on her break, glaring at her phone screen as if it would fix all of her issues if she stared long enough.

"'Am I in love with my best friend?' Katherine, what are you doing?" Shelby snickered, though there was a smidgen of anxiety in her voice. Katherine was quick to deflect -or maybe reassure.

"I'm helping a friend!" Katherine yelped, a touch too loud. Shelby jumped, eyes wide. "Nothing to see here!"

Shelby blinked at her slowly, and Katherine felt a rush of embarrassment. Maybe she should've gone to ask Lizzie. Clearing her throat, she tried something else.

"Would you like to sit down?" Katherine questioned, gesturing to the other chair. Shelby perked back up and sat down, dropping her backpack on the floor next to her seat. Katherine nudged her still full cup of tea towards her, Shelby happily taking it.

"So, your friend is having relationship issues?" Shelby asked after a moment of silence. Katherine could feel her legs swinging under the table.

She nodded, continuing to scroll through the search results as she did her best to lie her way out of this, "Yep. She can't figure out if she's in love or just really invested in her friendship."

Shelby hummed, a smile creeping up onto her face. "Can I help?"

Katherine froze. On one hand, getting advice from the person she may-or-may-not have a crush on seemed odd, but on the other hand, the only other option was to keep browsing the internet until she gave up and ran to Lizzie. Hesitantly, Katherine mumbled her consent.

While her smile grew and her eyes softened, Shelby pressed, "Does your friend know why she's having such an issue figuring out if her feelings are romantic or platonic?"

Why was Katherine having such a problem? She wasn't entirely sure, if she was being honest. She shook her head and Shelby hummed again.

"Does she want to be in a relationship?" Again, Katherine wasn't sure. Shelby was nice, fantastic even, but Katherine wasn't sure she wanted to be in a relationship with her. Then again, the idea sounded nice…

"Yes…" Katherine said slowly. "Just not yet."

"Okay," Shelby brightened. "That's progress there. Let's see, what else… Oh! Is this supposed friend you, Katherine?"

Katherine's face exploded red. Shelby knew the entire time, didn't she? Katherine ducked down, eyes boring into her clenched hands, and nodded silently.

The two grew silent then, the only noise being the bustling of customers and coffee machines. Katherine's break ended a while ago, but no one seemed to mind. The smell of hot chocolate started to fill the air when Shelby spoke.

Shelby shifted in her seat, teacup long since emptied and forgotten. "Who is it?" She asked timidly.

Katherine's blush grew. She took a deep breath and looked up, meeting Shelby's bright eyes. "You."

She watched as the gears turned in Shelby's brain. Her brows furrowed and her lips pursed as she thought, fingers drumming along the table. Then: "Oh. Oh."

"Yeah," Katherine breathed out a laugh. "I- sorry, I should get back to work."

She pushed herself up and out of her chair, shoving her phone into her pocket. She started to make her way over to the counter, seeing fWhip starting to get swamped by newcomers, but a hand on her wrist kept her in place.

"Hey! Hold on!" Shelby startled, pink painted nails digging into Katherine's arms. "You don't have to leave yet."

Katherine smiled softly, "I'm in the middle of a shift and fWhip might kill me if I don't save him."

Shelby glanced over to wear fWhip was sweating bullets trying to deal with a very angry woman, looked back to Katherine, and shrugged, "He'll be fine."

Katherine sighed and sat back down, hands gripping tightly onto her shirt. She waited for Shelby to go on.

"I… may have a crush on you," Shelby eventually confessed, her cheeks dusted pink.

"I know," Katherine remarked lightly. "Sausage and Scott gossip."

Shelby wrinkled her nose with a noise of understanding. Shaking her head, Shelby said, "I should've known better than to tell anyone. But… what now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I have a crush on you and you have complicated feelings for me…"

Right, they needed to figure that out. Katherine hummed and bit her lips, trying to think. What should they do? What did Katherine even want to do?

She wanted to try to go on a date with Shelby. That's what she wanted.

Taking a deep breath, Katherine gave her suggestion. "Should we… try a date?"

"Yes! Uh- only if you're sure, though," Shelby was quick to tack on, though her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"I am." Katherine nodded. "I want to test the waters. Then… then, we'll see."

Shelby nodded with a wide grin, and Katherine smiled back. She'd have time to figure herself out and she got to spend more time with Shelby, what's not to love?

"Katherine! Stop flirting already, I need you over here!" fWhip. fWhip's not to love.

#nature wives #my fics #coffee shop au my beloved #if its not obvious by now im aro and have no idea how to right romance lmao #*write

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gardenergulfie · 2 years

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so theres the whole thing but THEN. there are highlights. so im just gonna do the highlights. the ones im excited 2 draw

Pix -> Katherine [MR PIXLRIFFS IN A PRINCESS DRESS!!!!!]

Katherine -> Jimmy [I went to a thrift store n saw these superrr cute boots i want to give him that r cowboyish. n hed look sooo cute n handsome &. 🥺🥺🥺 girls who r so attractive]

False -> Gem [I loveeee drawing false & i want to give her fake butterfly wings so bad. n i like thinking about how dawn fashion works]

gem -> shelby [gem is gonna be a witch. do you hear me. shes a witch. season one but shes not the same shes a witch not a wizard shes similar not the same shes pink nor purple shes the sun not the snow do you hear me do you see my vision im in love with her]

lizzie -> fwhip [i like lizzie ^-^]

OOOOOO COWBOY KATHERINE YESSSS

#asks

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mmmmmmygodstopfuckinlying · 5 months

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2002/10/03

H3770 ^-^

I h8 2 say it but I mizz my mom. We hvnt talked in 3 yrz and I h8 her but I wish we cud be frenz xx. I still 70v3 her shez my mom but I H8 H3R!!!! I want 2 kill her n feed her 2 a back of rabid d0gz. 0.o I f337 bad cos sh3 warn3d me about t0ny n I didnt listen 2 her. S0 r3a77y itz My fault in a way cos I shud have list3n3d. :////// lammmee...tbh I l0v3 3min3m he kn0ws how I feel w my m0m...2nite...I'm cl3aning out meh cl0s3t...

P0ll tim3

Cyb3r @ ng37 g0d3355

m00n st@r m30w

2day I gav3 a guy a BJ in 3xchang3 for r3nt </3 sad but tru3 st0ry wh@t Im d0ing n0b0dy w0uld find attractive.....3v3n if they say they du...th3y d0nt value u...anyway a frw dayz ago i g0t to go 2 ashtonz party ^_^ I dnt rememb3r much but I w0k3 up in hiz basement n I f3lt sikk.

This girl s3d spice gurlzz mite be c0ming back t0geth3r soon xx lov3 my scrapbook I should p0st pix from my digicam xx t0ny g0t me it n Im not giving it back xx

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izisweblog · 2 years

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Britney Spears - A Fit Mother - Does She Care?

Britney Spears - a name which, whether we love it or hate it, we all know. A person who some like to call a "train wreck" while others continue to view as the poor victim of her own circumstances...

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