#super short

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#finally found something of them both #super short #but love it #yes chefs #cuties #the bear #ayo edebiri #jeremy allen white #carmy x sydney #sydney x carmy #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #love #golden globes

[ameliathornromance]

“You’re okay,” you reassured. “We’ll be okay, I promise.”

Leaning over the edge of the boat, your Orc Boyfriend said in a gruff voice, “Orcs were not made for water travel.”

All you could do was rub his back. “We haven’t even set off yet…” you mumbled just low enough that your partner couldn’t hear.

The two of you had decided to go and explore the wider world. It was a tough and scary decision for you both to make. You both had never ventured beyond your homeland, and your Orc had never faced the prospect of being separated from his caravan.

When he had first announced his intent to travel with you, the whole Caravan had erupted with disapproval. He had silenced them all with barks of reassurance... Although you weren’t exactly sure how he did it, given the yelling and shouting.

Eventually, the Caravan warmed up to the idea. They even offered to escort you both to the docs, but you both declined.

A whole encampment of Orcs suddenly appearing at the docs? People would assume they were trying to plunder a ship and then everything would go to Hell.

If it were only you and your Orc, people would stare yes, but there wouldn’t be as nearly as much panic. And you would let them stare.

What business was it of other people what you and your Orc did together? You were not being forced to go along with him.

The boat eventually unanchored... And you both were off.

Your Orc Boyfriend effortlessly bounced back from his sickness, insisting it was because of his diet, but you saw through his deception. The two of you watched as the land got further and further away from the boat.

As the land turned into a mere strip of green from the horizon, your Orc wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. He placed his head on top of your own.

A heavy sigh escaped him, causing you to look up. Placing your hands on top of his muscular forearms. “And there it goes,” he said, a note of finality rang through his tone.

You give his arm a squeeze. “And there it goes.” You echoed.

The both of you were due to begin a whole new adventure in the wider world... Who knew what excitement was waiting for you out there?

#monster lover #orc fiction #orc x reader #orc boyfriend #monster x you #orc romance #monster x human #monster x female #monster x reader #monster romance #orc #monster #fantasy character #orc x female!reader #orc oc #orc x human #monster boy #super short #cos I have to rush uni work in time for a class #there'll be another one asap #as the class has passed #love you all <3 #drink some water #mdni

[rabbitlover1027]

I'm busy living in short story land

Azriel and Gwyn, training

     “Again.”

     Azriel shook his head and turned away.  Gwyn slammed a hand on the mat and pushed herself up off the ground.  

     “Again,” louder than before.

     “I have work to do and you're tired,” Azriel replied. 

     “In a real battle, my opponent wouldn't walk away because I'm tired.  One more.”

     Azriel hesitated, “You're turning your foot out instead of in.  I told you that last week.  In a real battle, you'd already be dead because you won't fix your stance.”

     “That's just an excuse.  You're holding back on me, I can feel it.”

     His eyebrow went up.  She met his stare and gave a small nod.  He sighed and she grinned.

     “You won't be grinning when you lose to me again,” he stepped forward and wedged his boot under her abandoned wooden practice sword, kicking it up in the air.  She caught it and circled.

     “Swing up,” he ordered, “You're trying to hit the stomach.”

     They circled, striking and blocking and striking again.  But he parried her every thrust.  She scanned his face, looking for any tells, and their eyes met and held if only for half a second.

     Azriel had been holding back earlier and let himself go now.  His strikes were faster and stronger, and the muscles in her arms strained from keeping him from delivering a blow that would disarm her.  

     “Think, Berdara.  You have two more steps back before I have you trapped in the corner and you haven't managed to hit me once.  Change your strategy before I take the match.”

     Gwyn swung anyway and Azriel parried, stepping her another pace back.  She lifted her right foot and faked back, surging forward instead.  She twisted her arm, raising her sword up high and slashing down.  Stepping her foot back down, she hooked out with left foot.  Azriel swept to the side, missing her swing but losing his balance. 

     He threw his wooden blade up in front of his body as his knee hit the mat and her blade crashed down on his.  She put her weight into it, pressing down, muscles aching.  She hadn't disarmed him, but he hadn't disarmed her either, and she was still standing.  She had a chance.

     Breathing hard, she looked over his body, examining it for a way to take the match, finally running her gaze across his face.  And it hit her hard in the chest.

     She stumbled backwards, sucking in a deep breath, and dropped the weapon.  

     Mate.

     “Gwyn?”

     She blinked.  Azriel stood up, wooden weapons on the mat, staring at her.

     “Did you feel that?” she blurted.

     He stepped closer, looking her over for injuries. 

     “I didn't feel anything.  Are you hurt?” he looked concerned.

     Mate.  It coursed through her, every breath, every heartbeat.  And he didn't know.

     “You didn't feel that?” she asked again.  He gave her a puzzled look.  But his shadows swirled as if they knew what she now knew.

     This was too big, too much.  She slipped away from the mat.  Azriel called her name.  Her mate called her name.  The sound of it rolled over her,  a tingle over her spine.  She looked back over her shoulder.

     At his beautiful face, his muscled body.  Her friend, her teacher, her, oh gods, mate. Too much, too much, too much.  And so when he opened his mouth again, she turned and ran, ran all the way back to her room, and shut the door.

#she just needs some time #give her a minute #its a big deal finding out something like that #acotar #azriel acotar #azriel #a court of thorns and roses #gwyn acotar #gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #acotar fanfic #super short

[ggomos-maribat]

Sketching Strangers

Damian glided his hand over his sketchbook, listening to the quiet hum of the train as it pulled up to the next stop. The pencil carefully traced the curve of her nose, and then the angles of her fingers poised over her tablet with a stylus. 

He paused for a moment, examining the drawing for disproportions and misalignments. His thoughts drifted to a silent wish that she won't get off the train just yet since he wasn't finished putting her image into paper. Other musings in his head spoke of doubts: Was it too intrusive? Creepy? 

He looked up at his reference sitting across from him. His spur-of-the-moment model who was absolutely breathtaking. 

He made a quick work on the shading when the train began to move again. His head tilted. He only had one pencil—he could only do so much in making it as realistic as possible. But then again, it was an impossible feat to capture the entirety of her elegance in a single piece of paper. He darkened the outline of her lashes and then re-drew the gentle curve of her upper lip. Most of the graphite was offered to her midnight hair, which spilled past her red scarf, grazing the buttons of her coat. 

They were getting nearer to his stop. 

Damian hastily tore off the page of his sketchbook, stood up and held it out to the stranger. She made a surprised sound as she looked up at him with pinkish cheeks and parted lips. 

"I . . . drew you," he mumbled. "You—you can have this." 

He bit his tongue. Damian Wayne did not stutter. 

The girl smiled, her blush deepening into crimson. She flipped her tablet around to show a full-body sketch of him, portraying his concentration in drawing her. 

Damian's breath was caught in his throat. Her talent was beautiful. She was beautiful. 

"I'll be getting off soon," he told her. "Do you want to . . . meet up sometime?"

"Sure," her sweet voice answered. 

Damian quickly scribbled his number on the page before handing it to her. Her eyes sparkled with wonder as her gaze raked over the drawing. 

And when Damian couldn't fight back his smile when he got off the station, he knew he'd be looking forward to getting to know her.

#i wrote this at 3 am #if you see spelling and grammar errors #ssshh no you don't #daminette #dc x mlb #dc x miraculous #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat fic #maribat #short fic #super short

[livingininsomnia]

The door opens just as you reach the spindle.

Silver lunges for your falling body, and catches you before you hit the floor.

He cradles you against his chest and presses a kiss against your temple.

You will sleep until true love’s kiss breaks your curse, but Silver doesn’t intend for that.

Here, in sleep, he may keep you safe and tucked away where no one may hurt you.

You just have to stay by his side.

#super short #ficlet #silver x reader #reader x silver #yandere silver #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst fic

[lovesbiggerthanpride]

Pairing: AU!Joel Miller / Diner owner F!Reader

Note: This just came to me as I was eating brunch. Joel is an OTR driver, stopping for a meal, as he transports cargo. This is my first time writing Joel, so please be kind. And yes, I’m inspired by P’s portrayal of Joel.

_________

“Hi there, what can I get for you?”

The most soulful pair of brown eyes finally met yours, as you began to assist him. He definitely wasn’t a regular, because you recognized everyone who sat at these tables.

It felt as though he was in deep thought when you greeted him. Shoulders slumped, furrowed brow, very reserved, in stark contrast to the bustle of the other customers in the diner you called home.

Home also was this sleepy town, where families, college students driving cross-country, and hard-working OTR drivers passed through, temporarily pausing at the rest stops and your diner. A place to take a beat, get some shut-eye, have a good meal, before moving on. That was the norm and you were used to this.

But this one appeared to be different.

“Sorry… Hi. I’ll have a coffee, black. Biscuits and some bacon, please.”

“That’s it?”

A short “yup” came your way as the man handed you the menu. “Don’t need much.”

An easy order, no need to write anything down. You were going to make sure this new customer would receive the best biscuits and gravy on this side of the Mississippi.

As you observed, you had to admit he was one of the more handsome visitors lately, so there was incentive to impress, hoping he would return during a future trek.

With a smile, you answered, “Sounds good. It will be here before you know it.”

With a curt nod, the man spoke. “Thank you, ma’am.”

It had been a while since you heard such a formal title. You giggled, insisting the man call you by your first name.

The newcomer’s eyebrows raised, confused. “Ma’am, that’s not how I was raised.”

“I appreciate your manners, but here, everyone is a friend. First name basis now.” Leaning over, you whispered, “Owner’s request.”

Seeing that you weren’t budging, and he did not want to offend, a deep sigh arose.

“Alright, fine,” he relented, repeating your name slowly, in a tone that honestly made your insides tingle with desire. “Joel.”

“Nice to meet you.”

_______

Let me know if you’d like to read more of this. 💙

@moralesfish @heythere-mel @wildemaven idk who else would want to check this out lol

#super short #Joel Miller x you #Joel Miller x f!reader #maybe something more in the future? #untitled #Mel writes #OTR driver Joel / female diner owner #AU Joel Miller #Pedro pascal character fanfiction #ficlet #a preview?

[smallestapplin]

Can I request Grusha teaching s/o how to snowboard

Since he doesn’t snowboard anymore, I’m setting this before his accident.

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“Are you sure about this?”

Grusha knew you wanted to spend more time with him, but you looked so nervous about learning how to snowboard.

Yet you nod, determined to learn this, or at least have fun with him. He sighs, and keeps you close to him.

Your back pressed against his chest, helping you balance.

“Just follow me lead.”

The slope is small, perfect to practice on for a newbie like you. You shudder, hearing him direct you on what to do in your ear.

You grab his arm, holding onto him, panicking just a bit when you lose your balance. Only for him to catch you, holding you tighter.

“Don’t worry snowdrop, I gotcha.”

You both go down the slope a few times, just so you could get a feel for it, before he lets you try it on your own.

Even then he’s right next to you, showing you how to glide across the snowy hill top. He makes it look so easy, but you know he’s had way more practice than you ever will.

But you try! And with Grusha by your side, ready to catch you, you know you can do it.

He rolls his eyes playfully, chuckling softly at your excitement.

What did he do to get so lucky?

#super short #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon fluff #pokemon fanfic #pokemon scarvio #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon scarvio x reader #pokemon grusha #pokemon grusha x reader #pokemon scarvio grusha

[onsunnyside]

omg stop!!! bc bambi would definitely show up in costume and have a little bucket for her candy. she would say “candy?” and I feel like bruce would tell her it’s not halloween or any type of occasion for candy. she would definitely be puzzled because she’s in costume and when steve was explaining the concept to her, he said if your in a costume and ask nicely you’ll receive candy. this is so long sorry but soooo adorable. (reference to this post)

"Steve didn't say it was on specific day... only. just say costume means candy."

"That's it? Just costume means candy."

"...and other stuff... maybe wasn't listening."

#fic ask #third eye drabble #super short #third eye ask #third eye: fluff

[elvendara]

MYSME FICTOBER DAY 10/JUMIN WEEK DAY 6

@mysme-fictober & @juminweek2019

Michael's Edition

10 October 2023—GRAVESTONE Jumin Week—Physical Touch

“That’s morbid.” Jumin said as he watched his wife step away from the headstone she’d just set on their front yard. It read ‘Jumin Han, beloved husband and father’ with a death date of the current year, beneath that it read ‘Lillie Han, beloved wife and mother’, with the same death date. “At least we died together apparently.”

“We did, in a car accident, quite tragic really.” Lillie quipped.

“And, how many children did we leave behind?”

“Five.”

“Five? Goodness, we’ve been busy.” He laughed. Lillie hugged him close, placing her hand between his shoulder blades. She could feel him shiver beneath her touch. The man was jelly in her hands.

“We have!”

“Who’s going to take care of them now?” he asked, the feel of her against his body sending a thrill through him as always.

“Hmm, maybe Yoosung?” she said.

“Yoosung? He can’t even take care of himself. He’d let them run all over him. I think not.” He laughed.

“Oh, don’t be silly, Yoosung would love them unconditionally, besides, he has Saeran to help.”

Jumin arched an eyebrow. “Well, I suppose our friends would step up wouldn’t they?”

“Yes, now, want to help me with Elizabeth 3rd’s gravestone too?”

“What?” he said, “She’s gone too?”

“Yes, she was in the car with us, we were taking her to the vet because she was sick. Thankfully driver Kim wasn’t driving, now that would be tragic.” She laughed.

“Ha ha, come back here. I think I need some intimacy after all of this tragedy.” He pulled her towards him cupping her face gently and kissed her. “I just need to feel you close my love.”

“I love you.” She said, gazing into his eyes. “Why don’t we go inside and maybe we can get started on those five kids.” She teased.

Jumin smirked as he scooped her up in his arms and headed into the house. “Let’s!”

#a day late #mysmefictober2023 #day 10 #Gravestone #Jumin Han #Juminweek2023 #day 6 #Physical Touch #JuminXLillie #OCLillie #mysme #mystic messenger #super short #but at least I got it out #what a day

[automeris-io-moth]

Recall

"Haven't I serve you well, my love?, have you ever, in all those years you're so carefully counting, felt solitude, hunger or pain?"

No.

"Battlefield is no place for a poet," they caressed the other's cheek, so softly the once Hero feared falling asleep in their hands, it wouldn't be the first time and the familiarity of it ached the most of all.

The creature, the being, the Villain smiled.

"Yet that human part of you still craves the uncertain, still craves the dangers of war and of death. Tell me, my love, do you wish to die? for death is the only thing awaiting outside this haven."

"I wish to live, to really live," Hero stuttered.

Villain lifted a brow, not quite expecting that answer.

"And what does that exactly mean?"

"I don't know, not yet, but perhaps, perhaps with time."

—

Masterlist

#short story #super short #writing snippet #writing wip #wips #hero #heroes and villains #snippet #creative writing #villain #monster #magic #amnesia #hero x villain #my writing #amnesiac hero #monster x hero #monster x human #manipulative villain

[hachiimi]

#have a short short instead #genshin impact #genshin #genshin diluc #genshin kaeya #kaeya #diluc #genshin impact fanart #Youtube #super short #like a few secs only lol #i was out of idea back then

[wisteriavines]

“A needs you. I don’t. I never have.”

#wisteriavines #writing prompt #dialogue prompt #writing #super short #but there’s a lot of potential in these two simple sentences #whatever the circumstances are #it would still sting to be told to your face that you aren’t needed #and if the person who says that is someone you care for a lot? #a slap in the face

[theguildedtypewriter]

"This short read was enthralling! I was a little confused at first as I am used to humans or maybe even shifters but these characters were so much more than that! By the end of the story I didn't want it to end!" Appletini, Amazon

Get the eBook or Read on KU! 🔗 in bio

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰����𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

Welcome to the Night Garden🐍🌿

When I stumbled in, I was at the end of my rope, and so the Garden had no trouble claiming me- body and soul. I could feel Her call, warping and twisting my form into something... monstrous.

As the last of my humanity drained away, all I was left with was the unyielding hunger to claim the sorceress who'd created me, The Monstrosity. ✮ When others came crawling into my forest, collapsing on top of the moss in exhaustion, I would let the Earth claim them- a sacrifice to the ancient magic that lived within it and myself.

But this one was different. They'd changed and grown and became something dreadful, something horrid in their power, and something, as much as I might deny it, that belonged to me. Or rather, I to it. ✮ The hunt is on in The Night Garden, and the darkness that awaits will pull everything into shadows that prey inside the wood.

This dark monster romance short will be available on 11/30 on Amazon & free to read on KU. It contains dark, mature themes that may not be suited for all readers. You'll find:

👥Dual POV 👾Pararnormal Monster Romance 💀Morally Grey MCs ⚔️V!olence/G0re 🥵Dom/Sub 😈DubCon 🔥Praise/Deg 🪢BD$M 🍆Unique appendages 🏃‍♂️Primal K!nk 👄B!iting 😭Tragic Pasts

#writblr #writing #my writing #the night garden #horror short #horror romance #super short #myth meets poem #creepy #dubcon #rejohnsonauthor #writers #spicybook

[claremontholleran]

chase davenport is so trans coded it’s unbelievable

#lab rats #super short #constantly being compared to or mistaken for a woman #i know your secret chase

[kalevalakryze]

How That Music Used To Make Me Smile

Pairings: Bo-Katan Kryze & Koska Reeves & Axe Woves, Bo-Katan Kryze & Ursa Wren Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Koska Reeves, Axe Woves, Ursa Wren Notes: Having a really rough day, this is purely self-indulgent, writing Bo getting a hug makes it a little bit easier to get through the day  Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1,203 Summary: Bo-Katan used to sing, soft and melodic as she learned the songs of her aliit, as she learned the songs of the fallen, and as she traveled the galaxy to learn the songs of the world around her. The music died around the time she had, with no reason to ever return, silence often hung thick in the air anywhere the woman went. The best part about dying, she learned, is that first hint that you are truly alive again. AO3 Link: Here!

The smell of blaster oil was calm and familiar as Bo-Katan dropped herself onto a small crate in the newly built armory. She’d had so much on her mind lately, and barely any time to process it all, or to maintain her gear. The oil spread thick onto the cloth, where she set it on the edge of the container while she carefully removed firing pins and power packs to fully decommission her weapon before maintaining it.

As she started to clean the ash and plasma residue from the barrel and other moving pieces, she found herself humming. It was an old tune, Coruscanti in nature, one she could remember her Buir singing to her and Satine when they were young, too energized to sleep easy. Part of her could remember an older brother singing the same, though she’d been too young to remember him, had blocked out the pain of losing him with other memories over the years (why couldn’t she do that for anyone else she’d lost? Why did young Bo get to decide who to forget, while old Bo tried so desperately to cling to long faded outlines of his face?).

The song was soft, higher than her voice could go these days, she was unsure about many of the lyrics, so she resorted to humming the ancient melody as she worked in the calming methodical process of wiping blood and dirt away from the power pack’s indentation in the weapon.

When both of her blasters were cleared, she moved on to wiping away her gauntlet’s blade, removing the top half of her gauntlet to clear muck away from the gears and machinery that allowed her to eject the weapon. This continued with her grapple, and her shield, even her jetpack was removed and carefully wiped away.

It wasn’t until she had finished with the oil on her weapons and armor, a small paintbrush held between her fingers as she carefully repainted her clan’s crest and her niteowl eyes back onto her helmet, touching up scarred paint, that she found her first disturbance in the sound of two pairs of running feet.

The door slid open just as she was sliding her power cells back into place in her blasters, leveling both directly at the two blue armored Mandalorians who’d presented themselves on the other side. Koska’s eyes were wide, not in fear of the blaster aimed at her head, but more awe and surprise.

Axe’s jaw was tight, though his lip had quivered. The light on his gauntlet indicated a comm call, if she looked close enough, she could see the first numbers of Ursa’s code.

“Sorry boss,” Koska coughed. Neither of them stepped into the room, even as Bo-Katan lowered her blaster and shook her head, settling herself back onto the crate. “It’s just, we haven’t… you haven’t,” Awkwardness pierced the situation as the younger Niteowl stammered.

“We haven’t heard you sing since…” Axe forged onward for her, voice strained as he hooked his thumbs in the leather of his belt.

“Since Mandalore,” The voice from Axe’s gauntlet finished, confirming the woman on the other end was indeed the patron saint of Clan Wren.

Bo’s irritation was swiftly replaced with confusion and inner reflection. Had it really been so long? She glanced down at the paintbrush she’d dropped onto the durasteel tile and the speckled grey paint that had fallen from the tip, drying quickly on the floor.

“Not since Saxon,” Axe clarified at the continued confusion from his superior. The rebels had helped give Bo-Katan something to fight for, in more ways than one. And greater than the darksaber, even. Seeing Sabine Wren had been a wakeup call for the regent leader, seeing the girl fight so hard to fix her mistake in that monstrous machine, hearing the long uttered phrase of ‘young and stupid’ that followed her around since she herself had been too young to understand the phrase, and long after the phrase had turned from confusion, to anger, before evolving to understanding in the person she had been.

“Today just felt…” It felt better, didn’t it? There was still work to do, but she was home for the first time in forever, she had contact with people she loved, Ahsoka was alive, Ursa and Alrich survived to see the other side of the Empire, her Niteowls were still strong, even without her, and she gained more to care about (Even if she would think only on growing more to lose, when her mood swung in the opposite direction). “Better,” She finally decided.

There would always be the ever looming grief and the shadow that loss had cast on her, though there was no need to allow it to consume her today, and there was no fight to throw herself into to forget it, she was just feeling better, and that’s all there was.

“We’re glad to see it, boss,” Koska took the first step into the room. Before Bo-Katan knew it, the Mandalorian was throwing her arms around the redhead. Bo-Katan allowed herself to sink into the embrace after a moment.

“Thank you, Koska,” Bo’s voice was low and soft, whispered only between the two of them. When Koska pulled back, her hand lingered on the silver pauldron on Bo’s right shoulder.

Axe stepped up next. “It is a nice change to see, I am..” The man paused, she knew he had his own thoughts when it came to her leadership, and the state she’d been in when he’d finally mutinied and taken her fleets. Instead of letting him finish, Bo rose to her feet to pull him into her arms.

“We’re good, Axe… Thank you for being here,” The ever-tense man relaxed in her arms, if he hung on a little tighter than normal, she allowed it with no comment. “There is a line in all of your duties to yourselves and Mandalore, there comes many times where I want you to pick yourselves first, you know,” Like leaving her on Kalevala, when she would only drag them down with her. They’d chosen themselves, that day, and that had been for the better. “I couldn’t ask for better people who can find that line,”

Noise on the end of the gauntlet that had wrapped around her back reminded her of Ursa’s keen ear listening in. “And I do expect Clan Wren to visit in the very near future, as well.”

“Of course, Mand’alor. Clan Wren is very excited to see what you’ve done with the place,” Ursa’s voice had a teasing lilt to it that had Bo-Katan shaking her head as she stepped back. “I’m looking forward to it, Bo,”

“We’ll roll out the red carpets,” A smile pulled at her lips at her own words, eyes crinkling at the corners with laughter laughter on the other end as Ursa hung up had her shaking her head once more.

“Koska, do you need some help with that armor, your owls fading?”

“gotal’ad, yes. I can’t get the ears right,”

Axe’s laughter filled the room as Bo-Katan got the paint down and helped her owl remove the armor. Soon, the armory was full of the sounds of conversation, laughter, and the occasional humming as they got their chance to relax.

#Bo-Katan Kryze #Axe Woves #Koska Reeves #bo katan needs a hug #Bo katan gets a hug #singing #short ficlet #super short #i'm sorry #just super self indulgent #it's been a day

[punches-and-cream-puffs]

20. Anon

She had been trying to push past the incident. Tried to push it from her mind, and keep wearing her smile to keep the ones she care for from worrying. There was already so much concern hanging in the air; she didn't want to add to it. Couldn't add to it, not when she was clearly just overreacting. It was going to be fine, she told herself in the quiet of the night and in the mirror each morning in their brief meetings.

But she could feel it.

She could feel it in the way prickle across her skin and the chill down her spine. She could feel it in the twisting of her gut, and the way her breath caught on it when her mind drifted to the topic. Something was about to happen, to change; she could feel the tension building and twisting like a rubber band pulled taught.

And it was only a matter of time before it snapped.

#ffxiv #ffxiv write #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite 2022 #ffxiv write 2022 #ffxivwrite #drabble #super short #but it's all I had