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tojiphile · 7 months

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ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION MEN + DICK HEADCANONS & SIZES

a/n. i wrote this last night at 5am while sleep deprived so the further it gets the more wack it gets LOL

cw/tw. f!reader, rough sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, body hair, skinny penis, unprotected sex, for 18+ readers

MONKEY D. LUFFY

— 6.5” but thinks he’s average, so he doesn’t stretch it out with his abilities. not too girthy, but he makes up for it with his unrelenting stamina. it curves up against his stomach and leans left slightly. a little bit messy because he tried to shave it once and nicked himself, so he just settled with the hair. honey-toned towards the base and a deep red at the tip, especially when he’s raring to go.

— he wants to do it in every position, on every surface. he has you bent over the dinner table, one leg up and slamming into you mercilessly. he has you spread eagle in the bathtub, legs locked behind his back as he stuffs you full. it’s almost as if his dick is made for you, the curve perfectly abuses your g-spot as every orgasm overwhelms you, and you’re left a sobbing, babbling mess. he wants to know if he’s doing well, and he gets his answer when you chant “s— so, ah! good, fuck, d— don’t stop!” like a prayer.

RORONOA ZORO

— long, fat and heavy. he’s blessed with a stunning 7.3” length, though if anyone asks, he rounds down to make them feel more at ease. veiny. the mushroom tip is flushed purple, and it’s rests nicely on your tongue!! probably messy down there, he doesn’t see the point in shaving or trimming, but if you ask nicely, he’ll grunt, roll his eyes, and do it for you.

— you insisted that you didn’t need any prep, but as you straddled him, lining up your cunt with his cock, you soon realised your mistake. you have to spread yourself open, face scrunching up, and slowly sink down. he loves the feeling of your pussy walls fluttering as you start riding him. when your eyes flutter shut and your hips stutter, he takes control—holding you tight by the waist and fucking into you until you’re screaming.

SANJI VINSMOKE

— 6.4” and so so pretty. slender, with a pale shaft that leads into a rosy pink at the tip. it curves up and to the right. the carpet matches the drapes. he keeps it neat, though he probably doesn’t grow much hair anyway. he trims it once every few days, but he’ll never admit to it. smells the best AKA smells really clean, like soap.

— he goes crazy when you maintain eye contact and drop to your knees. you take his cock in hand, lifting it to run your tongue on the underside, tracing a prominent vein. you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and his whole body is shaking, knees buckling as he chases that familiar high.

USUPP

— coming in at 5.8”, he makes up for it in his thick girth. when he jerks himself off, he can barely wrap his hand around it. he’s soooo sensitive that the wind can blow and he’s be hard. fat fat fat mushroom head that’s olive, golden-hued, and always oozing precum. heavy heavy balls. he might be clumsy and inexperienced, but his size alone is enough to make you drool. trims sometimes but only when he thinks he might get lucky.

— his hand grips your hair as you worship his cock, working magic with your mouth. as you jerk him off, you give small kitten licks to his leaking tip, tasting his salty precum. you whisper, “i want you” and before you know it, he has you pinned under him, rutting his thick cock into you desperately. his eyes are fixated on the way your cunt swallows him, and only strangled groans escape his lips.

BUGGY

— sorry buggy simps but he’s definitely a shower not a grower, though he still does comes in at a nice 6”! also, it’s ya boy, skinny penis. built like a tree branch but at least it’s really veiny, AND he knows how to talk you through it. so really, it might not be the most impressive but with his confidence when he’s fucking you? he’ll fuck you out and make you believe he’s 8” and 5”.

— he loves admiring your sopping cunt as it swallow him whole, your princess parts stretching to to accommodate his cock. he likes to fucks you. he presses you up against a window and fucks you from the back, choking you with his forearm and practically purrs, “taking me so well, ya dirty slut, fuckin’ cunt was made for my cock.”

SHANKS

— he doesn’t act like it buuuuuuut monster cock. it’s 7.8”, thick, and curved so much it slaps against his happy trail. let me tell you that when he sun tans, he does it naked. he lathers that horse cock up with sunblock and spreads eagle on the sand, hands behind his head, so he’s bronzed and beautiful. trims when he feels like it or if you ask, he doesn’t really think much about it.

— he doesn’t look like he’s putting in much effort when he fucks, barely breaking a sweat, but he has you writhing, hands gripping the sheets, eyes hazy and choking on your own spit. he knows what he’s doing to you. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing in delicate circles making you cum over and over again until you’re absolutely wrecked. when he’s close, he picks up the pace, grunting heavily, hips stuttering as he spills his seed inside of you. when he pulls out, he takes the time to finger fuck his cum back into you, your body shaking as you work through the aftershock.

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from-the-clouds · 1 year

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moonlight on the river - joel miller x reader

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summary: Joel has been many things to you. A dealer, a mentor, a friend, a lover. Lately, it’s the latter. Sometimes he’s none of those things, or a handful of them, or all of them at once. And it’s up to the both of you to decide in the moment which things are true. Takes place during episode one of the TV series. pairing: joel miller x f!reader words: 2.4k warnings: angst, fluff, good ol' fashioned hurt/comfort. depressive thoughts, reader sort of has a death wish, references to alcohol/drug abuse, death, loss of family members & loved ones. implied age gap, references to casual sex, heavy petting (no smut). a/n: it's been months since i posted a fic on here! some of my best work comes when it’s 2am, i’m emo and touch-deprived and i have an 8am appointment so i stay up until 5am to write. this was actually supposed to be fully a fluff piece but the angst queen had to strike.

You wish you could drown in the pile of blankets you’ve wrapped yourself in. Wish the couch would swallow you whole, like a whale, then drag you down to the deepest depths of the ocean and leave you there until you can’t hold your breath any longer, until the cold pricks the tips of your fingers and toes, until you succumb completely.

But in some ways, you’re already existing like that, in the sea-level equivalent of the Marianas Trench. One of those sea creatures that look not of this Earth, features warped – adapting, evolving, surviving, despite your environment’s best efforts to eradicate. Your mother had once shown them to you in her old textbooks and shown you the photos of anglerfish, frilled sharks, phantom jellyfish. The memory of your mother makes you wince, and you try to think of something else.

How anyone else around you managed to put on a brave face and make their way through each day was beyond your comprehension, even though you do it, too. They probably all feel the same way about it as you do, but no one talks about the collective trauma you’re all slogging through. No one has anything new to add, and it’s foolish to believe that anyone’s insight could somehow take the pain away. Even if you have a chance to tell your story, there is always someone who has it worse.

Get in line.

Exhausted as you are, you don’t sleep much. Most of your nights are spent at the precipice of unconsciousness, and you can never quite make it over the edge, the helicopters, radios, sporadic gunfire always manages to rouse you first. When you do manage to sleep, you’re plagued with nightmares. You prefer perpetual fatigue.

A knock at your door comes suddenly, and you start, sitting up quickly – but quietly – to not alert the unexpected guest that someone might be in the tiny studio you call home. It’s well after dark, which makes you doubt that whoever, or whatever is at the door, isn’t there for a friendly drop-in or a cup of tea, not that friendly drop-ins or cups of tea ever happened.

But before you grow too panicked, your name is muttered, accompanied by another impatient rap of knuckles against the hollow wood. It’s a familiar rasp, even-toned and calm, and your shoulders sag in relief before you abandon your post on the couch.

“Joel?” you ask softly, squinting in the dim light of the hallway through the crack in the door. He doesn’t look any different, though it’s been about a month since you’d last seen him. You’re not sure what to expect, but he’s the same as always, wearing a worn, tight denim shirt and fraying jeans. He looks tired, but you can’t recall a time when he doesn’t. Everyone looks tired all the time, it just only concerns you because it’s him.

Not waiting for an invite, he steps through the small opening you allot for him and into your place, wordlessly.

“What the fuck, Joel, it’s past curfew are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“I’ve done worse,” he says, dismissively, and yanks the door from your hand to close and lock it behind him.

You don’t argue with him. You rarely do – which you think is partly why he likes you – but especially now, you don’t have the energy. And when you do, he’s too stubborn to listen.

Joel has been many things to you. A dealer, a mentor, a friend, a lover. Lately, it’s the latter. Sometimes he’s none of those things, or a handful of them, or all of them at once. And it’s up to the both of you to decide in the moment which things are true.

So when he steps forward, crowding you backwards until your rear hits your kitchen countertop and you have nowhere to go, you don’t ask questions.

His hand cradles your chin, tilting it back to look into his sad eyes, and he kisses you. For a split second, it’s chaste, and you’re almost confused, until it’s suddenly not, and his grip on your jaw tightens, his lips parting. Joel stakes his claim, his free hand winding into your hair and pulling. You sigh, closing your eyes.

He moves both his hands to cup your ass through the flimsy athletic shorts you’re wearing, lifting your hips up and against him, making to carry you to the bed, or maybe even take you on the countertop – it could be one of those days. Everything he’s doing would normally light you on fire, and there’s a primal instinct that’s telling you you like it, but for some reason, you hesitate.

Joel senses it right away. You’re not sure how. And you don’t want him to. You’re prepared to submit, even though you feel numb everywhere, because you hope for the chance to feel something, anything other than what you’ve felt the last few days. He pauses, too, pulls back.

You expect to meet his eyes when you look up at him, but they are fixed on something else. Tugging on the collar of his shirt, you try to kiss him again, but he doesn’t budge, until you follow his eyes. An empty bottle of liquor sits on the bar behind you. Fuck.

“You’re drinking again.” It’s not a question.

“That was actually from yesterday,” you say, like it would make any difference. The remnants of a hangover have been tweaking your temples all day, biting the back of your eyes. It was half empty when I got it. It was just one night. I can have a couple drinks without getting out of control. Your brain cycles through several more excuses before you decide not to waste your breath.

“What did I tell you about this?” He reached behind you and lifted the bottle, holding it in front of your face like you hadn’t been able to see it clearly enough before.

“You should talk,” you don’t like being cruel, but you’re already desperate to end the discussion. He’s probably drunk or high right now, but it’s none of your business, and you’d given up trying to save him a long time ago.

You shift your weight to lower yourself off the counter and move away from him and the once-inviting warmth of his embrace. Joel doesn’t let you make it far, reaching out to grip your upper arm and tugging you back to face him with little-to-no effort on his part. His strength always startled you, even though it shouldn’t, considering his size. It also should’ve scared you, but the manhandling mostly just turned you on. Not enough that you were going to keep letting him lecture you.

“It’s different. You’re still so young.”

“What does that matter?”

He doesn’t have an answer.

You lift your chin, squaring up to him. “That’s what I thought.”

He puts his hand on hip and studies you carefully. Despite your attitude, you’ve never liked disappointing him. He’s the closest thing you have to a father, which you can recognize is an awfully fucked up way to feel about someone you regularly have sex with, but you lived in an awfully fucked up world.

There’s a wistfulness to Joel’s expression you’ve never seen before. He chooses to change the subject, and you’re thankful until what he says registers.

“I’m leaving town tomorrow night. You might not see me again.”

It takes a moment to process, but it hits you like a blow to the gut. So hard, you’re surprised you don’t stagger backwards with the force of it. Even when it settles, you know it hasn’t even sunk in all the way.

“Well…” you take a long, thoughtful pause, and offer the only thing that your brain can come up with, “....stay safe out there, then.”

“Yeah,” he runs his tongue over his teeth and squints at you. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”

Snorting, you know it’s important to remain as blase as possible so you don’t cry. Although, you don’t really cry anymore. Even when you want to, the tears never come. At some point, after watching every person you’ve ever cared for die in uniquely devastating ways, you must’ve reached your lifetime limit.

“I know you. Something’s up.”

No, you don’t! You want to scream, but that would be a lie. It’s been three years since you met, maybe one since your….arrangement, or whatever you’d call it, had begun.

How the two of you had become so close was a mystery even to you. It’s not like you were charming or charismatic, or willing to put up the innocent act. You didn’t try to inflate his ego, which most men loved. At first, you didn’t even really like him at all. That changed with time. Somewhere along the way, things just clicked.

“It’s nothing that no one has ever felt before,” you shrug. Joel has his fair….or rather unfair share of demons, and is the last person you want to complain to. Most of the time, he’s unflinchingly guarded, but he’s shared enough – secrets whispered in your ear while tangled in damp sheets, your hand on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart – to make you wonder if you have it so bad. Focusing on a fixed point, a crack in the tiled floor, you avoid his eyes.

“Hey,” his voice pulls you back. “Don’t do that.”

“I’ll be okay,” you say. “I’m just having a d-a week.” A month, a year, a life. Reluctantly, you meet his gaze.

His face softens, his hand reaching to clasp with your own, thumb grazing across your palm. “Come here,” he murmurs. He pulls you against him tightly, tucking your head under his chin, his fingers weaving into your hair.

“You’re going to be alright. You’re a strong girl.” He’s too smart to believe that, you think. But it doesn’t stop you from pressing your lips against his sternum. His broad chest is sturdy, firm, and you close down your eyes.

Neither of you speak, and one of his hands begins to stroke your back in soothing circles. You stay wrapped in his arms for a long time. Long enough to think about how you might never get to do this again, and you suddenly want him in all the ways you never had him, and all the ways you had. Just one last time.

He presses a kiss to your temple. “I can tell you’re exhausted, baby. Let’s get you to bed.”

There’s no reason to protest, he’s right, so you let him lead you to the bed. You’re already in your pajamas, and he draws back the covers and tucks you underneath them carefully.

“You’re staying,” you say. It’s meant to be a question, but it comes out like command, and although you can’t stand the idea of pleading for it, would if you had to. You’re that desperate.

You hear the clunk of his boots landing on the floor, feel the dip of his weight on the opposite side of the bed.

“Of course,” he says softly, voice barely above a whisper as he slides underneath the covers.

Joel’s arm snakes around your waist, and you’re being pulled back against his chest. You wriggle to be closer, even though it’s not possible, his nose resting on the crown of your head, stroking your hair softly. He’s being so tender, so sweet, it makes you feel sick.

“What if I don’t want you to leave?” you turn your head slightly, so you can see him out of the corner of your eye. You want to be able to remember his face, in case you never see him again. He was handsome, you’d always thought that, even despite the years between you.

“It’s my brother. I don’t have much of a choice, baby.”

Joel had told you all about Tommy. You wished you could be resentful at his leaving to find his brother, but you knew you’d risk pretty much anything for the chance to see anyone in your family again.

You shake your head. “This…sucks.”

He offers a rare chuckle, one that vibrates through his chest and straight to the ache in your stomach that started when he told you he’d be leaving. “It does. I’m sorry.”

Joel sighs, his breath on the nape of your neck, and you shiver. “I’ll miss you.” It’s a simple truth you can hear in his voice without even needing to look in his eyes.

“I’ll miss you.” You reach for his hand.

You roll over to face him, his head propped on his opposite hand, looking down at you.

“You remember everything I taught you?” he asks. “Be smart, keep yourself safe.”

Joel had proven to be a pretty valuable resource when it came to survival skills. He’d taught you how to shoot a gun, to load and reload it, how to take it apart, clean it, and put it back together. You recalled the feeling of him leaning over your shoulder, adjusting your grip to shoot at a target. And even if most of his lessons in hand-to-hand combat resulted in him having his way with you on the kitchen floor – you didn’t mind it at all – you knew enough to defend yourself.

“I do,” you answer. “And I will.”

You think of all the time you’ve spent with him the past few years. How it has made things bearable. It’s likely the last time you’ll ever see him, and you know what you’re supposed to say. But for the life of you, you just can’t say it.

Instead, you lean in to kiss him, lazy and lingering, both your hands on the side of his face, palms pressed against the scruff of his beard. You pull away after awhile.

“Tell me about what it was like. Before all this.” When the outbreak began, you were just a child. It felt like a dream, your memory so fuzzy it was hard to recall anything except the worst parts.

Joel does, and you listen, captivated, though it’s not the first time you’ve heard it. For such a gruff man, he paints a pretty picture.

It’s easy to imagine what your life might be like if none of this had ever happened. It would have been better, infinitely better, for yourself, for Joel, for everyone. It would be better, but if it hadn’t happened, you wouldn’t have met him. For some reason, something about that doesn’t feel right.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #pedro pascal #tlou fanfic #tlou hbo #the last of us #fluff #angst #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x you #hi please read this and say nice things to me i worked really really hard on this #writing #fanfiction #joel miller imagine #joel miller tlou #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst

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judysxnd · 10 months

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Please please please write Pedro x reader smut !!!!! U are so good at it omggggg

Hiiiii thank you!!!

I thought I would be in the mood and that I would have had time to write this week but I absolutely did not! I do not feel as good as I did the first time I wrote smut. It will never top how I felt the first time I published it 😂

Also I feel like it was very fast and not as descriptive as there one I did before, but it’s already the second time I tried to write it so I don’t think I’ll do better. Hope you like it (more than I do!)

Minors, please do not engage, +18 only!

Warnings: quick hand jobs, sex

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You were sleeping peacefully in your bed, being lullabied by the rain outside. The window opened, the small wind was refreshing, as some night activities with Pedro got the room pretty hot. You were both still naked, barely covered. Pedro was on his side, facing you as you were on your stomach, taking as much space as you could on your side.

Suddenly a storm started. Neither of you minded. If the storm started while you were asleep, it was not going to wake you up. But if it started before, you were for sure not going to fall asleep. You never knew why, but it upset you enough, even more as Pedro could fall asleep. There could actually have the loudest noise next to him he would still fall asleep.

But this time, the thunder was extremely loud. And that’s what woke you up at.. 4:37am. You sighed when you saw the time.

“What time is it?” Pedro said. You got scared as you didn’t know he was awake too.

“4:38am” he sighed too “the thunder woke you up too?”

“Yeah” Pedro turned his light on

“Maybe leaving the window opened was a bad idea”

“Oh look who’s finally changing her mind” Pedro said as he got up to close the window

“What? It was really hot in here, I was right”

“I bet you are”

“And it’s not my fault it got hot in the first place”

“Oh really? You just didn’t tease the entire night while we were out? Shit I thought it was you” he went back to bed

“Hey! You teased too”

“I don’t care, you were the one wanting to leave the window open” you both laughed, you rolled on your back, ending a few inches to Pedro.

“I can make myself forgiven” you smirked. Pedro looked at you smiling

“I can’t believe you”

“What?” You sat up

“It’s almost 5am!”

“Are you tired?” He didn’t say anything “that’s what I thought. At least after we’ll be tired and go back to sleep”

“Makes sense”

You started to lean over Pedro, kissing his chest here and there, as you reached his nightstand to grab a condom. Pedro watched you, his left hand caressing your back, sometimes going a little further and squeezing your ass. Grabbing the condom, you delicately opened it, putting it on Pedro’s dick, teasing a little at the same time.

“Always a fucking tease” Pedro said in a lower voice. It didn’t take time for him to loose it.

“Hm, ‘cause I know you like it so much” you said, kissing his stomach and going up to his chest, reaching his neck, jaw, cheek, and his lips, your hand still working on him. The kiss was rough, you were both needing each other physically. Desire and lust took over.

Pedro’s hands were travelling on your body, eventually also going down on you. You moaned as you felt his fingers touching the right place. The pace started to go a little bit faster, both of you getting closer. But then, Pedro stopped.

“Wh- why?” You asked, feeling deprived as you were close to your climax. So you decided to stop as well.

“That’s for always teasing”

“Oh so you’re punishing me? Didn’t know you were into that stuff” you smirked, Pedro laughed

“I’m not really into that, but come on, I had to, now you know how I feel” you rolled your eyes “now come on here” he said, grabbing your thigh, pulling you on top of him

“That’s not a really convincing argument, but as it is 5am I will let it go for now” you laughed as you held yourself on the headboard of the bed, lining yourself to Pedro’s dick, as you slowly let it enter you. You both moaned to the feeling. Pedro’s hands were on you waist, holding you steady for a few moments.

You started to move, head falling back as you already started to feel your orgasm slowly coming back. Both moaning, Pedro was either grabbing your breasts or you ass (more your ass). Being on top was not your favorite position as you kind of had weak legs and they started to hurt really soon, making it hard for you to keep the position for a certain amount of time. At some point Pedro always has to take over. This time wasn’t anything different.

Approaching your climax, your legs were hurting and shaking, so Pedro sat up on his knees, becoming the one making the movements, as he held you by your back. Both of your moans were getting louder and louder. Your hands were in Pedro’s hair as he kissed your chest, making you shiver even if you were feeling hot.

Your orgasm was finally hitting you, leaving you out of words. All you could say was either yes, or Pedro. Maybe it was the time, tiredness coming back, but none of you were actually saying anything. You were just moaning. After you both came, Pedro brought you closer to him, holding you tight, still leaving some light kisses on your shoulder. You were both out of breath. Your hands in Pedro’s hair, you lifted his chin, smiling.

“I love you Pedrito” he smiled too

“I love you more mi amor” he kissed you, very passionately this time. The roughness was gone, it was sweeter this time, delicate.

After that, you laid down on your side as Pedro went to the bathroom. Not even five minutes later he came back, only to find you fast asleep on your side. He noticed the storm had stopped, as well as the rain. Chuckling to himself, he opened the window again, and came back in bed, spooning you. Thank god tomorrow was Sunday, because you were both definitely going to sleep until 11am at least.

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mysteryboy1249 · 5 months

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Finally went and watched Zero Tea Time and like, how is this man still functioning at all??? If we're to assume that Furuya sleeps about 2 hours a night regularly, I'm sorry but this man would in no way shape or form be able to do what he does. - Sincerely, someone who has legitimately slept 3AM to 5AM regularly for several months due to having pre-existing sleep issues and a job that started at an ungodly time.

Like, yes I get that I shouldn't be thinking too deeply since anime logic, but also on this same schedule I felt like I was about to die by week 3 and was essentially a human zombie with my mental health down the sink by week 6(and technically I was sleeping more than 2 hours since I would take some naps as well) so I have some strong feelings about this. Hell, there's no way this man would be able to keep track of what time it is let alone all his jobs and secrets with that amount of sleep. Even if we go under the assumption that he sleeps 3-4 or even 4-5 hours usually and the 2 hours was a special case this man would still not be able to make all those deductions and chase all those criminals. Sure you won't feel as shit, but you definitely will still be feeling quite shit.

No wonder this man depressed and insane with a sprinkling of anger issues and seems to be constantly lowkey disassociating in Zero Tea Time. Yes most of it is because he's the only one left and is horribly traumatized but also like Furuya, have you considered taking a nap? It doesn't solve the trauma, but give yourself 8-10 hours of proper sleep and you'll be waking up ready to take on god.

As a side note, are there fics where Furuya is severely sleep deprived and how that impacts him? Because so far I haven't seen any but I also don't usually go out of my way to find Furuya centered fics. Because if there isn't I'll write one myself, not enough chronic sleep deprivation rep round here in general. Mans mother hens everyone around him, he deserves someone to mother hen him back to force him to sleep because the world will not in fact end if he takes some time off.

#sorry for the mini rant y'all #but I'm intimately familiar with chronic sleep deprivation and this ain't it chief and I want my rep lol #where's the chronic headache where it feels like your brain and sometimes eyeballs are being squeezed out of your skull #not to mention the brain fog struggle to focus and feeling like you're not in control of your body bc your reflexes and stuff get real shit #at least they got the recklessness depression and temper issues kinda down pat since many inhibitions go down the drain #seriously I want to lock this man in a bedroom wrap him in a blanket and force him to sleep 8-10 hours #great way to start my dc side blog I must say #furuya rei #amuro tooru #zero tea time #dcmk #detective conan #detco #on a slightly unrelated note it's good to see he at least gets some sleep a night #I've gotten up to 50 something hours without sleep before at my worst and it was a *trip* I'll tell you that #10/10 do not reccomend

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of-dragonss · 2 years

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Oh! May I request a copia (popia or cardinal your pick!) cuddling with a reader who’s got chronic insomnia? It is 5am for me and copia cuddles sound amazing rn :’)

i am the designated ghost cuddle/comfort fic writer nd i’m not complaining 😎 also my first copia request aahh!! i hope i do him justice with this :’] also i mention Terzo bc the past papas are alive in my head. I WANT TO BE HAPPY!! so au where no one is dead basically if you squint. oh, and copia is the little spoon. you can’t change my mind

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵

— copia (popia) x reader

summary: two sleep deprived, love sick fools cuddle.

Insomniac

Sleep has never come easy to you. You were always awake for long periods of time. Sometimes you’d nap but it wouldn’t be for long. Only up to three hours. Sometimes four if you’re lucky. The ghouls try to help you sleep from time to time. Usually it involved bringing you into a big nest of blankets and soft pillows in their den where you’d be the middle of a giant cuddle pile. The warmth of their bodies seemed to work into lulling you to sleep at first. But you’d wake up only a few hours later, unable to fall back asleep.

Sometimes you’d sneak off into the halls after everyone has gone to sleep to make yourself busy. Be it catching up on your readings in the library, or getting a head start on your chores for the next day that was slowly approaching.

Other times, if you weren’t with the ghouls, you’d lounge in one of the common rooms with the tv on low volume watching reruns of shows or movies.

As you were right now, cuddled up in a cozy blanket fit for the colder months, cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of you as you watched The Nightmare Before Christmas on low volume only you could hear from your spot on the couch as to not wake anyone at 3 in the morning.

The only people you’d suspect to be up right now would be the Ghouls on occasion. You’d never though Copia would be wondering the halls at this time.

“Y/n?” The sound of his heavy accented voice startled you as he poked his head from the door way.

“Papa! I’m terribly sorry if I woke you. I’ll go back to the dorms.” You quietly panicked as you got up from your spot on the couch, embarrassed to be seen by Copia of all people. Truth be told you’ve always had a thing for the man since he came to the Abbey. Before he was appointed to Papa.

“No no, you didn’t wake me!” He chuckled quietly, also seeming to panic as you began to clean your spot. “I have trouble sleeping, you see. So I thought I’d take a walk around. I didn’t expect to find you up though.”

You smiled shyly, feeling your face warm up. In embarrassment? Yes, but also at the attention he was giving you at the moment.

“Ah, i have trouble sleeping, too.” You two have talked now and then in the past. Short conversations, pleasant ones too. You accompanied them on tours as your were a stage technician. Always reassuring him and the ghouls they were fantastic on stage. But you’ve never been alone with him before like this.

“Do you mind if I join you?” He asked, hands clasped in front of him, he wore his red zip up hoodie, paired with his red sweatpants and black t-shirt. His usual casual clothes.

“Um, yes! Of course. I was just watching a movie.” You felt like your were sweating from how hot your face just got from that one simple question. “Here.” You quickly sat on the far right end up the couch, leaving the blanket in the middle. “You can have the blanket if you want. I know it’s cold.”

Copia sat down in the middle, blanket in his hands as he smoothed it out to its full length. “I do not want you to go cold, tesoro. Please, let’s share, yes?” He lifted it up for you to join.

“Oh, um. Okay..” Your voice trailed off at the pet name he called you. You didn’t know much latin or Italian but you’ve caught a few words here and there. Mostly from Terzo who likes to flirt with anyone around him. Scooting to your left, joining Copia in the middle of the couch he draped the blanket over your lap, smiling at you as you made eye contact.

You were sure you’d die of heat stroke by the warmth of the blanket, your knitted sweater, Copias body heat and the furious burning blush that spread down your neck from your face.

You restarted the movie and silently sat in silence for about five minutes until you felt Copia lean closer to you, head dropping to your shoulder, which startled you a little, jumping in your spot.

“Oh, I am so sorry, amore!” Copia sat up straight again, hands tightly clasped together in his lap. “I did not mean to intrude your personal space!”

“No, it’s fine! I just didn’t expect it. You can, uh, cuddle with me. If you’d like! That is!” Satan, can you embarrass yourself more tonight? You felt like you were on fire. If the gates of hell opened up right now under you, you would gladly go in no questions asked.

“I would like that!” A big smile appeared on his face, eyes squinting adoringly at you. You smiled back at him.

“Hold on.” You said as you hurried back to the right side of the couch, nestled between the plushness of couches arm and the decorative, but comfortable, pillow supporting your head and back. Opening you arms for him to join you, Copia wasted no time in nestling practically on top of you, back to your stomach. You wrapped your arms around his torso. He draped the blanket over the two of you once more, grabbing your hands in his large ones on top of his stomach under the blanket.

Smiling to yourself in complete bliss, you focused back at the tv that was still playing the movie. And a few short ten minutes later, you heard Copia let out soft snores as he snoozed away. You knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep soon, so you’d just enjoy the weight and warmth of Copia for now.

A soft knock was heard at the doorway to the common room, you looked over and saw Aether and Sodo who were smirking at you. Aether making kissy faces your way. You rolled your eyes at them and stuck out your tongue playfully, careful not to make any movements.

The two chuckled quietly before waving at you as they left. You sighed, looking down at Copia, gently giving the top of his head a kiss, before paying attention to the movie once more. Eventually falling asleep to your favor.

#cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #the band ghost x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost band x reader

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** insert the yearly disclaimer that everything is fine and this is just maig being an absolute sap **

hi :)) somehow, by some miracle, we have made it around to yet another anniversary, and i can say with utter disbelief and overwhelming gratitude that hidden is now SIX YEARS OLD. i feel like a damn grandmother telling y’all a story here but, when i started this place in a 2am spite fueled, sleep deprived rage, and then hit the tags that same morning at nearly 5am, never once did i look at a main and think i’d be making a six year anniversary post. that we’d even stay open for that long, that this would grow to be… bigger than me, bigger than the team or hidden itself. hidden is a home to so many, a place where people can be themselves and find a community together, and that has everything to do with all of YOU.

the members who have been here for 6 days, or 6 years, those who have been here and poured their hearts out onto the dash, who have been here just to play a joke character.. the members who have come and gone, the members who are here now, all of you are the reason hidden is the way that it is. you all have created this incredible community with each other, that sometimes all i can do is just sit back and admire all of you. the way everyone has been so welcoming and warm to every new person who has joined, that you all have welcomed people in with open arms and genuinely like ?? no prompting from us ?? just from being yourselves. not only is this a home, a true real home in such a difficult world, but god the TALENT ??? i have never seen such amazing writing, or editing, the absolute joy you all have in writing your characters comes across so easily, the support you all have for each other. the events that we have, i don’t think could ever be pulled off with another group. i truly am sitting here just consistently in awe of all of you. i really could not do this without all of you here, you are the heart of hidden. the warmth in this place, the joy, the backbone, everything is you, friends. thank you for allowing me to be your head admin, allowing me to be utterly odd and strange and still loving me the way i love all of you, thank you for supporting this team, and this place. thank you for all the time and energy you put in here, and know that it does not go unnoticed. truly, just thank you.

and now, for 5 people’s absolute favorite time of the year, the moment when i gush like a proud mom about my admin team. please allow me to highlight these people, to lift them up for everything that they do, to show them the gratitude i truly hope they feel every other day of the year. sunny: gotta always start with you, my day one, the other half of my brain. i don’t know what i would do without you, genuinely. hidden would absolutely not be here today without you, without your support of me and my absolute batshit ramblings that i send in your dms, the way you have been able to look at a situation and calm it down with just one message.. for being the voice of reason that i need, for being the best friend i could ask for. finding each other wasn’t an accident and i’m so glad that i have gotten to know you through this weird fucking hobby and found so many more to share with you. also?? thank you for being there during my wedding, for keeping my head on straight that day. i love you so much. ♥ jodie, i just fucking love you fam, the absolute heart of the team. you are one of the kindest, most fiercely loving person i have ever met. if someone is struggling, i know you are right there to offer any kind of help you can (even if it's biting someone). you are always the one who i know will be there to have someone’s back, to support everyone when they need it. and i hope you know that that goes both ways. you are so loved on this team, thank you for all the research you do, thank you for taking all the marvel questions, for being the other teacher of my star wars school, for always laughing with me when we’re about to do something utterly ridiculous to get us yelled at. i am just so thankful for you, and i know i would’ve gone nuts if i didn’t have you here making me laugh. kasey, my player 2 (or i’m player 2?? idk), my bluetooth connected bitch. i swear people think us being the same person different fonts sometimes is a bit, and really it’s not. our shared braincell just doesn’t know how to function alone. thank you for always being there when i need to vent, for being able to offer a kind way of telling me to chill tf out, for being my platonic life partner. i know you hate the sappiness but i just need you to know that i couldn’t do this without you either. also a quick thank you for also being there during my wedding, for allowing me to be unapologetically myself and keeping me calm and laughing during all the insanity that was going on that week. just thank you. really, i love you so much, bitch, i won’t make you suffer with being loved on more.

aria, the actual owner of the braincell, the powerhouse of fc suggestions and research. your knowledge and ability to find suggestions and solutions to complex situations always has me in awe. i know when i see you typing in the chat, we’re going to get an answer, a solution or something new to consider that helps us fix whatever is going on. you truly are the reason things get solved around here. and also thank you for being the other face on the main, the way that you and ollie clear the inbox so fast always has me dumbfounded. and thank you for every check you have done, every moment you have spent here with us. i hope you know when i see little guys in shows, i always go “oh aria would love them”. your icons in the chat / your names always have me dying. you’re truly so fucking funny fam, the comments you make in dnd take me out. i just hope you know how loved and appreciated you are. thank you for being my friend, i love you a lot. and ollie, i don’t know what the fuck we would do without you. seriously, like only a year and a half in and you are ???? the reason the main gets cleared out most days. i don’t know how you do it, one moment it’s full and the next the entire mains cleared, the pages are updated, you and aria are working through their list of fixes and the entire check is done (INCLUDING MY PARTS :(( ). despite all of our teasing about changing the password on you, i hope you know that none of the work that you do EVER goes unappreciated. i also am just so glad that i have gotten to know you better over the past year and a half, that since you joined the team i am so glad that i get to call you my friend. also, i always know when i send a new frog, you’ll come in yelling about loving them and it always makes me smile. you’re so loved by me and the team. thank you for everything. okay, i’m done now.

i’m making myself stfu friends i promise. just, hidden you have no idea how utterly blessed we are to have these five as our admin team. i know i barely even know sometimes, because fuck i couldn’t do this without them. i just am so filled with love and appreciation for every single one of you, those who are here now, and those who may be lurking and have come and gone. know i love you all. and just THANK YOU. it is the greatest joy and blessing in my life to call myself your head admin. thank you for making hidden your home. here’s to SIX FUCKING YEARS and all the ones after it!

all the love always -- admin maig ♥♥

#admin maig #hidden6years #keep #i don't have a fun tag for this year i am not taking suggestions #and tumblr forced me into paragraph breaks send help #im so sorry this is so long i am just filled with so much love for this community #long post tw

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rreskk · 9 months

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dom trevor fic and involve boobs💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Booby fanfics>>>

Summary: Trevor had some serious thoughts about you, resulting in a 5am booty call.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/Trevor Philips

Trevor squirmed in his sleep, legs crossed and body tangled with the sheets.

In his dream, you were lying on his sofa, cock between your breasts. The face of pure delightfulness, your eyes gleaming up at him with desperate admiration. His hands would be harshly groping your tits, squeezing your nipples; hungrily thrusting his boner between as well.

Without consciousness, Trevor was touching himself with his eyes closed. It was barely morning, the sky still dark, the sound of dogs barking and locals yelling – “Shut up!” To silence the disturbance. He slept through this all while believing the dream was real.

“Urgh,” The sleepy figure moaned as he continued to caress his boner, “Mm, yes, yes… C’mon – “

It was heavy now. You were panting, your lips stealing his name, your fingers tickling the surface of his shoulder blades and praising the muscle. Trevor’s business between your tits grew intense. He had sweat rolling down his eyebrow and chest. The sofa would be struggling to hold your weights as he’d thrust further and further.

Until you cried out his name, the semen from his cock painting your temple white.

“MNGH!” Trevor winced before his eyes shot open, the feeling of his briefs damp and moist.

He rolled off his mattress, feet shakingly greeting the floor. His trailer was dead silent. He was sure to avoid stepping on broken pipes and used socks when stumbling into the main room, eyes darting to the sofa where he imagined the whole fantasy. And when you weren’t there, he clenched his jaw.

It was hard to believe that it was a dream. It felt too real; too personal.

Trevor’s semi grew again at the memory of his dream and this time, he couldn’t relief it without some realism.

It was only 5am… He didn’t care if you were asleep, busy, tired, away. His palm had threatened to squeeze his phone like a piece of plastic as he eagerly searched for your contact number.

“Damn…” Your profile picture still baffled him. You were too beautiful, it was such a joke. Maybe he was too sleep-deprived and horny to think straight, but he craved you enough to lose his mind.

The truth was, he had been dreaming of you a lot. The regular fantasy of having you submissively between his legs while his cock would slither in between your wet, oily breasts; it had him hooked on, gun-pointed, tormented. Trevor’s pervasion had led to masturbation of your profile picture, voicemails, social media pictures, text messages – anything that held contact of you, personally, directly to him.

The phone began dialling and surprisingly, you had answered after a few painful seconds.

“Hello?” You groggily answered.

He inhaled sharply, realising he had not planned nor decided on how to cross this interaction. Trevor looked distressed at your growing impatience.

“Hello? Trevor?”

His erection shivered at your voice. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

“[y/n],” He began, “Where are you? What’re you doin’?”

“I’m… Home?” You were confused. Where else would you be on a Tuesday morning at 5AM?

Trevor could be heard grumbling at your sarcasm – “Yeah, whatever. Come over. Take minimum of 10 minutes to come or I’m jerking off to porn.”

“Pardon?”

“[y/n], I need you, sugar. C’mere, I miss you.”

“Mmm… Okay, okay,” You grouched, sitting up in your bed, “Won’t be long.”

His raspy voice made your stomach twirl from the phone as he gave you one last piece of advice; “I ain’t gonna last long if your fine ass ain’t movin’ sooner, cupcake. The doors unlocked, go to the bedroom right away.” The background noise of his soft grunting and distant rubbing of obvious skin-to-skin contact (his hand and cock), his attempt of making you come sooner or you’ll regret it.

“Alright.”

The call ended and seconds later, you were rushing to your car while in the process of putting on a shirt. Due to the inability to process being awake, it wasn’t sensible to drive while under this condition, but he was only a few minutes away (lucky or not). It was unlikely you’d crash, and if you did, he’d be more annoyed than concerned. You were always aware of his impatience with lust and physical affections, yet it made you animatedly happy to be his relief…. So you forward the journey (as you promised), and arrived at your destination.

And as he promised, his door was unlocked. You stepped foot into his trailer, the lights off, apart from his bedroom lamp.

“[y/n]!” Trevor whined at your lack of time management, “C’mere, girl. You take too long…”

You stepped into the bedroom, “I know, sorry – “ But was cut off when he dragged you onto the bed, smothering your neck with sloppy kisses, some strands of drool seeping from his lips.

“Shut up… I missed you.”

You were already being mangled by his sinister fingers. One of his hands had approached the hem of your shirt, desperate to throw it off and relive his ultimate fantasy.

“Trevor – “

“Shh…” He pressed a fragile kiss upon your jaw, eyes glued to your chest as he made you strip shirtless. The immense joy in his face when you came without a bra. He had gave you a wink, a small gesture of his appreciation.

You breathed slowly and glanced down at your exposed body. You watched his hands crawl from your hips to the cups of your breasts. His index finger had teasingly pinched your nipple, just to make you flinch, shiver and whimper. It was torturous. Trevor replaced the finger with his palm, groping your feminine beauty as he’d worship the sight of your frame.

“Trevor, oh God.” Already submissive, your whimper had made him grin.

“I had this… Beautiful dream about you, [y/n].” He stroked your breasts with the back of his hand, “You were holding your fuckin’… Gorgeous tits for me, so fine, so tasty…” You gasped when he gave it a little slap, “And I was fuckin’ your tits so good, baby, so good. You were whining… Moaning… Crying…”

He made eye contact with you as he continued;

“My name, for me. You were screaming my name, all night.”

Your body was brought closer to his. Trevor hovered over you, knees divided and burying you underneath. His hands squeezed your chest, giving it one last “play-time” before he ruffled out his throbbing cock; pre-cum oozing at the surface, with semen running down the sides from his earlier orgasm (thanks to his dream).

He winced at how sensitive his boner was. You’ve never seen anything so afflicted and punished. It edged closer to your chest, Trevor’s hips pushing forward until it was nudged between your tits.

“Shiitttt…” There was relief in his voice.

It was an odd, pleasurable sensation. You held your breasts close together, giving him a tunnel of pure flesh and warmth for his cock to rummage and devour. A small whimper would leave your departed lips as he’d grasp your forearms in support. God, he loved when you made noises.

“Fuck, I love you… I love you, fuckin’ LOVE you!” He growled, “Mhmm, yeah… You know what I want, [y/n]?”

An inaudible pant was all you could say, and he giggled manically.

“You can’t talk ‘cause it’s too good, sugar? Fuck me… I can’t wait until I can finger the shit outta you. I’m gonna make you cum so bad.”

“Trevo – “

“There’s my girl… C’mon, you know what I want?”

Your eyes were fixated on his dick that had rapidly purged your breasts like a series of darts.

“M-Me,” You’d whimper timidly, “You want me.”

“Gooood girl… Say it louder, you know I love hearing you, baby.” His hand caressed your shoulder.

“Shit… You want me, Trevor. Me, only me, my tits, my pussy.”

“Atta girl! My fuckin’ gorgeous lady, aye? Ohhh, you love my cock? You’re the only slut for my cock, aren’t cha?”

“Yes… I’m your slut, Trevor.” Your words barely making syllables while under his touch.

He grunted continuously, hips grinding and pushing the thick boner into your pair of breasts that had burnt desires into his head. Your nipples were flaming red after his playful kneading of his pesty fingers. It was a sight to behold and he watched you try and maintain the uncontrollable shakes of your tits as he’d slam himself fast and hard.

“Oh God, [y/n], you fuckin’…” Trevor wheezed, “I’m gonna cum… Fuck me, girl. SHIT!��

“Trevor… Fuck, Trevor!”

His erection returned to the warmth of your breasts before he unleashed his load, crying out your name and shaking as a pool of hot cum violated and invaded your exposed collarbone. He gripped onto your shoulders while watching the white fluids dribble down and onto your stomach, gasping for fresh air.

“[y/n], [y/n]… Jesus, girl. You give Uncle T some serious love.” Sweat caked his forehead, eyes burning passion into yours; his huge smirk brightening his whole face.

You had relieved his undying lust, resulting in his own semen emigrating across your damp skin. The hot rush had made you shiver multiple times.

“Your tits are perfect, baby… Hmmm…” Trevor licked his lips before leaning down, kissing them one last suck.

It had made you immediately gasp, feeling his teeth leave soft marks upon the sensitive skin. His tongue coiled as he sucked, a hickey being left behind; a hickey so bruised and dark that you know it’s going to last a long time.

“Even better.” He smirked.

“Shit, Trevor…” You inspected this hickey with a small smile, “So big.”

“Oh yeah? I’d give you a thousand more but… I’m tired, baby, so fuck off.”

Your face dropped.

Trevor raised an eyebrow before laughing.

“Christ, [y/n]! I’m kiddin’. You ain't leaving any time soon. I am tired, but you are staying here." He snickered, a hand moving to your waist, "I ain't no chump, baby. I know how to treat a lady... So fine... And sexy like you..."

You were embarrassed to have misunderstood his joke but it seems as though he took no seriousness of it. Trevor had pinned you against the mattress again, hugging your body and his face resting.

"Sleep well, [y/n]."

Watching him close his eyes, you smiled and caressed his hair - "You too."

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high5runner5 · 4 months

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@runnerfiveready

A very belated Merry Christmas!! Apologies for the lateness of this gift! It was so much fun getting to draw your lovely Five!! I love a good 5am interaction more than anything! I loved your Five so much and their ridiculous with Sam that I couldn't help but write a small blurb about them!! I hope I delivered on the angst and the grief! Once again, Merry Christmas!!

Thanks to @notforconsumption, @runnerzero, and @delucadarling for another amazing year!!

TW// Spoilers for Season 4, Main Character Death, Injury Mention

Currently, Five tossed and turned in their cot, a sweat covered brow furrowed as they dreamt of a blood soaked Sam, wailing about being left for dead before being engulfed in a mass of rotten limbs and teeth, all desperately wishing to consume him. Soon, like all the other recurring nightmares, Five woke with a jolt.

Five sat upright, panting and wild-eyed as their head swiveled around the room. Trying to locate the danger that awoke them. It wasn’t until the dark shapes of the room came back into focus and their mind cleared that Five noticed the knife gripped in their hand. Realizing it was nothing but another nightmare, they relaxed their grip, they took silent note of the blood rushing back to their fingers and palm. Kicking off their blankets, they rested on their back once again, a sour feeling settling in their stomach as they reminded themselves that Sam was gone. Long gone were the days Five could sneak into the radio shack after a particularly horrid nightmare and find Sam greeting them with a soft smile and an extra blanket. Feeling empty and standing on the brink of sleep deprived exhaustion, they forced themselves to relax back into their cot.

It had been three days since Five abandoned was forced to leave Sam in the zombie infested building. They could only listen in horror to his screams as they ran for Abel, baby Sarah crying in their arms and Paula and Maxine waiting desperately for their daughter to be returned to them. Five understood that Sam’s final wish was to get baby Sarah back home - but that fact did little to stop the nightmares that found them in the quiet of night.

Five tried to find reprieve in their memories of Sam, yet it proved to be more harmful than helpful. Thinking of the tender fleeting moments they shared did nothing but bubble up sentiments of unrequited feelings and the fact that Five can never tell Sam what they felt for him. It often made grief hit Five like a dull blade in the chest.

There was a quiet keening sound closeby that broke through Five's train of thought, it sounded similar to a wounded animal crying out in pain. It wasn’t strange or unheard of to hear people crying for loved ones in the privacy of night - hell, it was often encourage at Able. It wasn’t until a tearful sob reverberated in the tiny room that Five realized tearful sounds came from them.

Frustrated, Five wiped angrily at the hot tears wetting their cheeks. Crying wasn’t going to bring Sam back. He’s dead and that’s that. Sam would be ashamed to see them like this. Able’s savior and best runner, reduced to a bluberring mess and scared stiff from the threat of nightmares. No, they refused to shut down and retreat within themselves similar to last time with Moonchild. They had to keep it together, or until they Sam’s body was back in Abel and buried in the ground. Yes, that was doable, they could manage keeping it together until then.

Determined - and physically exhausted - Five slipped into a dreamless sleep.

#runner five #zr secret santa #sam yao #my art #angst #writing #mention of death

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reimeichan · 2 months

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5am couldnt sleep vent time but god healing fucking sucks. Yes I know this behavior is toxic. Yes I know this thought pattern is hurtful. Yeah I'm aware these things existed in my life because they served a purpose of some sort, like being the only way I could get my point across to my awful parents or because it was something taught to me and ingrained in me by the people around me. So yes I know I have to put in the work to dismantle all of that in my life.

But goddddddd it's so tempting to not put in the fucking work. It's easy to just keep doing what I'm used to, what's worked for me in the past. Even if it hurts the people around me, or even if it hurts me. I'm so tired of trying to do better and be better and it's such a constant uphill battle against myself, and not even in a DID system "battle against another alter who is basically just another version of myself" kind of way. I, myself, am working on the shitty aspects of myself because I want to stop being a shitty person and stop feeling like shit and actually fucking enjoy my life.

And yeah, it does get generally easier the more I do it. I'm no longer always defaulting to being an asshole to the people around me. But some days, when I'm low on spoons and hit particularly hard by my trauma and triggers or even if I'm just sleep deprived, I just want to forget it all and be selfish and do whatever's easiest for me. And I have to remind myself why I'm trying to do better in the first place and settle for the not-the-healthiest-but-also-not-actively-toxic option instead.

Just, fuck me. Years of this shit and some days are just as difficult as when I first started all this.

#mental health #healing #recovery #by green #I'm in such a bad mood #and no idea how to mcfucking handle it right now

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the-down-upside-finch · 6 months

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I just want to ramble because there is no way to explain just how excited I am to get to publishing the part of Minding Q's where Nic and Chase are introduced

Because here’s the thing. Their relationship is simultaneously the most wholesome and most unhinged of anyone in the story so far, and also

Chase is literally the world's biggest jerk for his entire intro sequence. This is because Nic woke him up at 5am and told him they were going on a surprise roadtrip. "You’re driving." Imagine being stuck in a car with the most hangry and sleep-deprived person ever because that’s basically what happens.

Nic spends the entire intro being like "I SWEAR HE'S NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS I JUST REALLY SCREWED UP THIS MORNING I PROMISE HE'S A SWEETHEART I PROMISE" while there’s this hulking used-to-be-wrestler-now-artist getting ready to kick his legs out from under him (not really but he’s thinking about it)

And then someone asks Nic why he calls Chase his companion instead of his boyfriend and it escalates to "So is it a friend thing or a romantic thing?" And that's literally the one thing that will certainly make Nic snap

Nic threatens Chase with lo-fi music

Chase threatens Nic with "I will flush your wallet down the toilet" "I will throw you into the street" "I will yeet myself out of the window if you do that again"

Chase is the only one that is allowed to carry Nic, but Nic is so tall that Chase is the only one that is actually capable of throwing carrying him

Chase is the one that cooks. Nic thinks it's funny to keep gifting him goofy aprons and yes. Yes it is funny.

Back to the intro scene. Even Sterling knows that Chase is usually a dork. a goofball, if you will. So seeing him fly off the handle in search of pancakes is very concerning. "MY COUSIN LOVES YOU SO PLEASE CALM DOWN SIR--"

Chase will not drink anything that was poured by or opened by someone other than himself. Nic knows this and keeps bottled drinks in the fridge just for Chase as well as juice boxes and Caprisuns because those are pretty hard to tamper with.

"Hey wanna play that new game you got?" "Nic, it's a single-player game." "Yes I would like to watch you play and I can keep an eye out for treasure you miss." (Ten minutes later, "WHY DIDN'T YOU PICK UP THE SHINY THING IT WAS RIGHT THERE" "NIC MY INVENTORY IS FULL")

Nic constantly having to ask Chase what he's drawing before peeking over his shoulder because Nic is SR ace and Chase draws NSFW stuff for a living

Nic coming home from work going "I got a new plant" "WHERE ARE WE GOING TO PUT THAT WE ALREADY HAVE SO MANY" and then their weekend project is building a new shelf

Chase saying things like "You need a new toothbrush." And Nic is always just like "IF YOU SAY SO???" So Chase just swaps it out with a new one when Nic’s not home.

Chase and Brooke (Nic's twin) having a phase where they are both really into bardcore music and keep playing it around the apartment and they have a bet going to see how long it takes for Nic to break

Nic and Chase know each other so well that they can order for each other without even asking. They just know. There’s never been a single panicked text saying "MAKE SURE YOU GET ME ____" when the other person is getting food. There's complete trust on that front.

Chase gets cold really easily. He chooses to fix this with hugs.

"I found a recipe for Velveeta fudge, can we try it" and Chase just stares at Nic in a brief moment of horror before going "f*ck it we ball" and grabbing his keys to go get the ingredients.

Nic makes it a hobby to find unhinged recipes for Chase to try cooking. Most of them turn out bad but they have fun making them anyways and Chase has a cast iron stomach anyways so nothing really goes to waste

"Hey Chase if I were an animal what animal would I be" "I already told you I'm not drawing you a fursona for free"

Nic going with Chase to the gym just so he can help make sure no one tries to bother him

It's the "Do you think stars have feelings" dynamic except with conspiracy theories instead.

Sorry I had to get that out of my system because I just love my characters so much.

#Zeta Rambles #About the OCs #Minding Q's #Long Post #Nic directly contrasts Sterling’s character arc by the way #Because Sterling is trying to figure out his labels while Nic has made peace with not using labels #Anyways gold star for anyone that got invested enough to read all of that haha

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chromotps · 2 months

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You, answering my asks while sleep deprived: 👁👄👁

Me, sending asks, depriving myself of sleep: 👁👄👁

You suggesting the feather accessories made me think about Avian Hybrids!CoraLaw. Or, well, a Wings!AU.

- Cora has black swan wings and Doffy has flamingo wings (the only time I'll ever include this dude in my AUs. I avoid this mf cuz I'm starting to like him 😭). Idk what to give Law lmao–

- Cora's wings are huge. Like, 260cm/8'6ft. They're also waterproof, he uses them to cover the people from the rain.

- Law's wings are sensitive, so he doesn't like people touching them unless he gives them permission and consent to do so. Cora is an exception tho, Law even reaches out himself so Cora would touch them (No, Bepo isn't jealous. Of course he isn't.. whaaaat. He's totally okay with sharing his pseudo blanket with Cora..!!! That's a lie. Bepo is sulking in the corner while listening to Uta's songs).

- When it's Cora's time to moult in the summer, Law usually takes him flying when he wants/needs to. It's Law's favourite part of every summer, he gets to have Cora in his arms as he takes them flying. Law also helps toss out the old feathers, but some of them are gonna be used and turn into coats for the both of them.

- As you mentioned, feather accessories! I love those omg, thank you for suggesting them!! Cora has a single earring with Law's feather dangling from it. Law has a feather of Cora's attached to Kikoku and another as an earring.

- Law's wings are warmer than Cora's (that's the real reason why Bepo likes sleeping next to Law, trust me /j), so Cora likes to be the little spoon most of the time, just so he could feel Law's warm wings engulf him (they rarely spoon each other, they look like the type to sleep with their backs flat on the mattress). Law's wings are 210cm/6'10 ft, taller than himself when tucked in (Yes I did use the height comparison website on Google lmao).

(...Nah I'm not gonna give their wings width measurements, I'm too lazy for that and it's 5am)

- And because Cora's wings are huge, it makes him hard to stay balanced and upright. Falling means he starts panicking, panicking means his wings starts flailing, his wings flailing means knocking off whatever it is near him and slapping people in the face lol. He tries to tuck them in as close as possible.

I might expand this because I love it sm, but right now I ran out of ideas. You could add your own btw! My AUs are everyone's AUs xD. Enjoy and have a great day/night!

-S

!!!!! I miss Wing!AUs... They're so nostalgic...

(okay also total sidenote, I have the same thing with Doffy. I went from thinking he seemed cool when he was first introduced to being Big Mad at the sight of him, with him killing Cora and. all that. But I've grudgingly come back around to?? strangely liking him?? I just like when villains have a sense of style and totally commit to being completely unhinged... I'm still glad he got got, but he is a fun character. 😂)

I wish I knew more Bird Facts so I could give a suggestion for Law... all I can think of right now is some kind of hawk... ooo or maybe a vulture?

God, Law still being such a SIMP with his wings 😂 and letting Cora get near them.... (hahaha I see those Bepo cameos... man if I wasn't so down bad for Cora I would throw in more with the law/bepo crew. full respect there). Also Law putting a feather on Kikoku!!!!! Ohhhh the mental image of that is so good.... Like, Law subtly showing that Cora is part of the reason he fights....

Ahhh also thinking about Cora being so used to trying to make his wings as small as possible and not inconvenience anyone with them, but one time Law makes a point to take them somewhere with a wide, open space and ask to see them... Or Cora has to fly them somewhere for the first time while running from Marines/some group that's not worth staying and fighting. And Law is just!!! awed!! at the sight of them!!! I know clumsiness is part of Cora's charm, but based on that mission where he stole the op-op fruit, we know he can be really coordinated and stealthy when needed. So, like, when he finally makes full use of his wings, maybe he's one of the fastest/swiftest flyers Law has seen.

#sneaking into the tags to mention #i've seen/read.... a few dofucora/dofucoralaw fics n art #once again i'm picky tho and only like it when doffy is more like #well #more of a 'Rocinante it's you and me against the world don't you see' kind of guy #still an egomaniac but an egomaniac who cares about his brother #and just thinks his dear soft-hearted brother has lost his way for a bit and needs to be guided back #ohhhh and don't get me started on law being SO territorial in that scenario #hahahahah anyway #lawcora #headcanons

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chocokatsicle · 1 year

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thinking more about dl!pearl and all the descriptions of her, or maybe more specifically, looking way too far into her being deemed an honorary red name

throughout the whole series, red names are described as hostile, bloodthirsty, evil, etc. someone on their last life is essentially a monster, and they've lost most if not all of their humanity

but all of these descriptions are only used if someone has one life left. because that's when they're a red name

and i know that pearl was really only an "honorary red" because she was crazy (5am pearl moment) but i want to look at the possible deeper meaning of that statement

pearl, who is still on yellow, being given the title of an honorary red name. the other reds, the people on their final life who are hostile and have lost most of their humanity, see her as one of them. she's reached this point before she would naturally have.

because she's not red, she's at this level of insanity purely because of everything that's happened to her. purely because of outside influences. the red names are like that because they're red names, but pearl is just like that because of how other people have directly affected her mindset.

from a character standpoint (ignoring potential sleep deprivation), the main reason for her craziness seems to be stemming from her feelings of loneliness and/or abandonment. there's a fair chance that she would have been somewhat normal in her first two lives had she not had a falling out with her soulmate. and i think looking at it this way shows just how much of an impact the events of the first session had on pearl's psyche (c!pearl not cc!pearl).

the red names are crazy because that's natural for them. pearl is crazy because of how the actions of her and others have affected her.

#life series #double life #double life smp #pearlescentmoon #this probably makes no sense #but i hope you can kinda see what i'm trying to say #long post #idk if it is but #dl!pearl is just so interesting to me

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snaillamp · 10 months

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JOD - day 18 - Any Time

Wanted to do something different for this one ahah.

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Day 18: “How long have you been like this?” | Fall | Sleep deprivation | Blankets |

Newbie wheezed as they pushed themself further, their feet thumping on the treadmill. The room was lit up with bright LED lighting, cutting through the darkness of the night. They reached out to press the stop button, slowing to a jog, then a walk and then stopping completely. They jumped off the treadmill, bending over to rest their hands on their knees, panting hard. They looked up at the clock, it was 4 am.

They had been working out for an hour already. Walking over to the water bottle they had set on the floor by the treadmill, they drank and drank, feeling the cold water wash through them. They were drenched in sweat, so they pulled off their shirt and looked around the gym, spying the weights. Walking over, they stared at the numbers, deciding on a weight to lift.

They picked up a weight in each hand and turned to the mirror, huffing as they began to lift. Over the next hour, they switched between weights, push ups, burpees and whatever else they could think of, taking the time to cool down and stretch in between. At 5am, Leader walked in, the first of the team to rise.  

“Oh, hi Newbie? Didn’t expect to see you up so early.” Leader rubbed their eyes, trying to clean away the last of their tiredness from their eyes. Newbie grunted in reply as they stood from a lunge, “Thought I’d get in early and get a head start.”

Leader considered this answer, before nodding in approval. “I like your commitment, Newbie. You’ve only been with us a few months, but you really show drive. Colour me impressed.” They remarked, hopping on the treadmill and beginning a slow jog. Newbie felt a burst of pride, this is what they were looking for, they had to prove to everyone that they could do it.  

Newbie was the newest addition to the team. It was a big jump, the team was very close and they still felt like a baby compared to the rest of them. Everyone was so cool, calm and collected.

There was Right-hand, who was second in command to Leader, a funny, easy going, but serious woman, Heavy, the tank of the group, who Newbie was convinced was part bear. Technician, a lanky, tall nerd who knew literally everything, he was the literal embodiment of the nerd stereotype. Finally, Leader, the distant, stoic and tough veteran of the group, who was hard on them all. They did not accept anything except the best from their team and in return they gave nothing but the best to their team.

Newbie didn’t quite know where they fitted in yet, they were strong, smart and funny, but they didn’t quite feel part of them yet.  This is how they would do it, pushing themself beyond their limit, proving that they could keep up with the rest of the team, even be better than them. They had to prove that they deserved to be here.

Leader sped up as the treadmill speed increased. They breathed out steadily as they matched it, sprinting. Newbie couldn’t help but watch, admiring the speed at which Leader could manage.

Newbie went back to the weights, deciding to do some squats. Slowly the rest of the team filed in, uttering good mornings over smoothies, protein shakes and water bottles. Before long, Newbie felt like their limbs were going to drop off, but they couldn’t leave now, they would look like a lightweight. Forcing their body forward, they continued.

They kept squatting, feeling dizzy as they grunted through each rise and fall, until a steady hand came to rest on their shoulder. “That’s enough Newbie.” Leader said sternly. Newbie opened their mouth to protest, “But-” Leader raised their eyebrows, holding out their hand. “You’re done.”

Newbie handed them the weight, their arms feeling like jelly. They hadn’t noticed that everyone else had finished already, everyone usually only did an hour long work out in the mornings. “Give yourself a break, go get some food and then we will get started for the day.” Leader patted them on the back, before turning to leave. Newbie didn’t notice the brief glance Leader gave them as they walked past.   

The hot water of the shower made Newbie practically melt. A contented sigh escaped them as they cleaned off the hours of sweat they had accumulated. They obviously hadn’t worked out for the whole time, taking plenty of stretching and water breaks, but they still felt dead. When they got out and dried themself, they couldn’t help but admire their physique in the mirror.

Newbie had really begun to put on muscle since they started working out harder. They felt proud of their physical gains, but they still felt a little part of them comparing themself to how Leader had just gone at it on the treadmill. They thought about Heavy, lifting double what they could… They had to work harder. 

They made their way to the kitchen, preparing a smoothie and downing it hungrily. Newbie’s body was stripped of nutrients, so they gratefully lapped up every drop of the smoothie. They still felt hungry, so they rummaged in the cupboard, looking for oats. Making themself a watery porridge, they wolfed it down, then chugged a glass of water, finally feeling full.

Right-hand walked by eating a banana, “Hey Newbie, impressive workout today. Leader was telling me you got there before they did. Just don’t go too hard on yourself, you could get hurt okay?” Newbie looked up from their bowl, cheeks burning. “Yeah, thanks.”

A feeling of pride and slight embarrassment washed over them. Leader was talking about them? They must be impressed? But… maybe the team thought they were trying too hard, they must know how inadequate they felt. Newbie cringed at the thought of the team laughing about how they were overcompensating.

“Hey, don’t look so down on yourself.” Right-hand leaned over the table, peeling the banana further. She brushed her short hair from her eyes. “You’re doing really well, Newbie. It’s a tough gig and we all think you’re doing great. Not everyone could get where you are so early on.” She finished the banana, throwing the peel in the bin, before patting Newbie on the back. “Oh, and meeting in 10 at the office.” She added, walking off. Newbie smiled weakly to themself, Right-hand’s words a small comfort.

Later that week, Leader walked into the gym at their usual 5 am. Newbie was there, sweating away as they ran on the treadmill. Leader frowned, walking over to the weights, deciding on one and beginning their own workout. They watched as Newbie seemed to tire more and more over the morning, pushing harder and harder, until they finally stopped, the last one to leave before Leader.

Newbie could feel Leader watching them silently from across the room, holding a plank that looked effortless. Newbie smiled awkwardly, before leaving for their room to shower.

Leader watched silently as Newbie emerged into the kitchen and wolfing down food like they hadn’t eaten in weeks. Newbie then drank a massive glass of water, before slumping back in their chair, looking tired. “You went at it really hard today, why don’t you give it a rest tomorrow.” Leader spoke up, looking into their bowl.

Newbie looked over at them, not realising they were there. “Why, I’m fine?” Leader lifted their chin, eyeing them. “I wasn’t asking, Newbie.” Newbie realised what they meant and looked sheepish. “I’m okay, I promise.”

Leader glanced around, making sure no one was nearby, before leaning in a little. “It’s okay if you’re not, you know. Don’t put unnecessary pressure on yourself. You’re doing just fine.” They put their hand on Newbie’s shoulder, squeezing it, before getting up and stretching their back. “I’ll be in my office today, everyone else has the day off. Maybe go do something with them. I think they’ve organised a tv marathon?” They suggested to the tired Newbie.

Newbie sat with Heavy and Right-hand watching some Scandinavian crime drama. They were all intensely staring at the screen as the detective discovered a tiny hair in the back of a car seat, the key piece of evidence needed for the case. They all jumped when Technician crept up behind them, yelling “Rar!”, causing them all to swing arms at him.

  When they all began to rub their eyes and yawn, they began to leave. “I’m turning in. Night guys.” Heavy barely said through a yawn. They all began to plod down the hall. Newbie happened to walk past Leader’s office, glancing in to see them at their computer, tapping away at a keyboard. They looked up at Newbie, noticing them going past and nodded in their direction. “Night Leader.” Newbie mumbled, shuffling off to bed.

They saw their team, bloody and broken. They turned to their left, seeing Right-hand reaching for them, screaming in pain. Heavy was impaled on a pipe, writhing in pain, Technician was missing half of his face, blood spilling all over Newbie, “You should have saved us…” he moaned. A small distance away, Newbie saw Leader lying on their back, eyes vacant and wide and limbs splayed, completely still in a huge pool of blood. They yelled out for them, begging them to move, to help. Leader slowly turned their head, looking at Newbie with those glassy, vacant eyes, before sighing and going limp.

Newbie’s eyes snapped awake, glancing over at their phone, they tapped the screen: 3:13 am. “Fuck.” The memory of the nightmare echoed through their mind. Anxiety and adrenaline raced through their mind as they stood up from their bed. They had been sweating through their sheets. They grabbed their gym gear, getting ready to head out to the gym.

They cracked open their door, creeping out as to not wake anyone. “Going somewhere?” Leader’s voice piped up behind them. It was gentle, low and quiet, but not angry, that didn’t stop Newbie from freezing up regardless.

“I was just going to get a drink.” “In your gym clothes?” Leader pointed out.   Newbie sighed, dropping they gym bag on the ground and turning to face Leader. “Fine. I couldn’t sleep. I…I had a nightmare.” They stood, head down, waiting for the lecture from their stoic leader. Instead, they looked up to see the moonlight gently illuminating Leader’s softly smiling face, “How long have you been like this?” Leader gestured at the tired, haggard Newbie, getting a guilty face as a reply.

Leader sighed gently, their large shirt sagging around their shoulders. “Come on.” They held an arm out, waiting for Newbie to join. Confused, Newbie stepped forward, letting Leader guide them with their arm back into their room. Leader looked around at the state of the bed, noticing the sweat stains on the sheets. They went over to the edge of the bed and sat on it, looking at Newbie, waiting for them to join.

Newbie awkwardly shuffled over to the bed, taking a seat next to Leader. They looked tired. They sat in silence for a moment, before Leader leaned forward, resting their elbows on their knees. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” They asked, their tone the same low, gentle tone as before. It washed a wave of calm over Newbie for some reason, and they felt a knot in their stomach they hadn’t noticed before begin to unravel. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, you know, but I think you should.” Leader glanced at Newbie.

Newbie had never seen this soft side of Leader before, as looked over and saw real concern on their face. Before they knew what was happening, they were telling Leader all about the dreams, before the only thing they could do was bawl their eyes out. Leader leaned over and pulled Newbie close, hugging them tightly and hushing them. “Let it all out.” They repeated, rubbing Newbie’s back as they sobbed into their shoulder.

They stayed like that for a while, before Newbie finally pulled back, wiping the tears and slime from their face. Newbie had definitely ugly cried into Leader’s shoulder, but they decided they would die of embarrassment later. “Sorry.” They sniffled, wiping their nose. Leader smiled warmly, “Never be sorry for needing to cry, Newbie. I cry all the time.”

Newbie’s eyes widened, the calm, stoic, infallible Leader, crying? “It’s a good stress reliever, and nice personal time. If I feel overwhelmed, a good cry always makes me feel better.” Leader explained, leaning back casually. ‘They are definitely not in Leader mode right now,’ Newbie thought to themself, ‘but then again, maybe they are, just in a different way?’

Leader sighed, “Newbie. I would never expect you to carry the team for me. That’s what we are all here for, to work together and share the load. I’d be a wreak if I had to do all that myself.” They let out a silent laugh, thinking about all the jobs they would have to do without their team.

“You remind me of me when I was a Newbie. So desperate to prove myself I would force myself to complete arbitrary goals, but when I did them I was still not good enough. I worked myself so hard I collapsed during a meeting out of pure exhaustion.” Their eyes widened slightly, reliving the embarrassment, “That was mortifying.” Smiling to themself, they glancing at Newbie.

“But it taught me something, my team cared more about me being okay, than they cared that I had messed up. You might feel like an outsider, but they all love you. If you haven’t been able to see that...” Leader rubbed their hand on the back of their neck looking slightly stressed and sad, “Then I’ve failed you as a Leader.” They looked out of the door, deflating slightly.

 “You didn’t fail me. You noticed just in time.” Newbie assured Leader, giving them a grateful look as Leader reached behind them, pulling a blanket over Newbie’s shoulders. Leader looked at the doorway again with a distance look, before turning back to Newbie, “You can come to me, us, any time, with anything, you know? Any worries, fears, triumphs. We share each other’s load, all of us. Even you.”

They pulled Newbie close, holding them tight. It was comforting, as they began to drift off the the sound of Leader’s breathing, calm and slow and deep in their chest, the gentle thump of their heart beat.

They awoke hours later as the sun streamed through the open door, to see Leader slumped in Newbie’s desk chair, sound asleep. Newbie was wrapped snuggly in about three warm blankets, ‘I must have fallen asleep... Oh fuck this is so embarrassing’. They began to untangle themself from the blanket burrito, accidentally awakening Leader, who looked up with a sniff, and seemed confused why they weren’t in their own room for a second.

They spotted Newbie, untangling their body from the sheets, and smiled to themself, remembering the night before. They had decided to stand guard over Newbie, at least until they made it through the night, but in turn must have passed out themself. As they eased themself out of the chair, they stretched, their joints popping loudly. “Well, I’m going to bed.” They remarked through a yawn, nodding when Newbie looked up at them, seeming more fully rested.

“Thanks again, Leader.” Newbie bowed their head a little, still slightly embarrassed, as they stood from the bed.

“Any time.” Leader yawned as they shuffled slowly down the hall.

#whump #leader caretaker #June of doom 23 #day 18 #i really liked this totally wasnt projecting onto newbie there #i never work out though i should #i need this leader in my life ahaha #this was definitely a softer one but fluff is so fun to write too #snaillamp #original post

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thedaveandkimmershow · 3 months

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We flew home today.

I'm still trying to wrap my brain around it because, since we essentially arrived in Seattle a coupla hours after we left Amsterdam on a ten hour flight...

Today is literally packed with more hours in it than the usual 24.

It's a weird experience thinking major parts of today actually happened yesterday...

When it was all.

The same.

Day.

We didn't get to bed the previous night in anything remotely resembling a timely manner, by the way. After Kimmer's packing extravaganza—a feat in which she seemingly fit more than should fit our luggage into our luggage—after that it was 1:30AM. Setting a wake-up alarm for 5AM, then, left us three-and-a-half hours for, you know, actual sleep. Only I didn't get (or I didn't take) the full three-and-a-half. I got maybe two hours and then lay awake in bed, eyes closed, relaxed under the covers. Not sure what that was all about but, as my friend Ann likes to say, there you go and there you are. 🙂

Regardless of the monumental lack of sleep, I got up a few minutes after five seemingly without penalty. I didn't feel groggy or sleep-deprived. I just got up, readied the hot water for tea and coffee, woke Kimmer up, jumped in the shower and, by the time I was done, she's up and we're doing our final step of packing the last of our belongings into our luggage before zipping them closed, moving them to the door while we stream "Cunk on Earth" on Netflix and take a few moments to eat some of our food for breakfast that's part of the food we can't take home with us 'cause there's no room.

Coupla minutes to 630, my cousin texts me a "Goodmorning!!!!!" and we're on our way down to the hotel lobby where, surprise surprise, not only is my cousin waiting for us but also her daughter, my niece, both lounging on the couch. It's a surprise because my niece was supposed to be overnight in another town to the east of her hometown, with friends celebrating their new home. Instead, she cut that night short and showed up to see us away.

Which was very very very very very very VERY sweet of her. ☺️

After we squared things with our hotel, we found my cousin's husband waiting outside, car backed up to the ramp in front of the entrance. So we throw our bags in the back, jump in the car, and off we go.

I should mention here that I'm pretty proud of us 'cause this one time at the start of our marriage when we did this 'lil exercise, departing Holland a touch over thirty years ago, it was a comedy of errors. We were staying with my aunt and uncle outside of Amsterdam and we were still packing the very morning our flight was to leave. So it was a messy morning, rushed. I think my uncle might've slightly dinged a car behind and opposite his as he backed out of his parking spot in a hurry to get us to the airport on time. He was pretty classy about the whole affair, only casually remarking how my parents were always packed 'n ready a coupla days before leaving.

This time around, Kimmer packed us at the tail end of the previous day—technically the first hours of our departure day—then we slept a little, got up when we were supposed to, and were out the hotel right on time.

630AM.

Our plan's to arrive at Schiphol Airport three hours prior to our flight. Which is what happened.

So HUZZAH!!!!

😁

The night before, my niece gifted Kimmer with a candy-filled Harry Potter mug. So in the car this morning they're comparing Harry Potter merch when Kimmer asks my niece if she has any of the stickers.

No, I wish! comes the reply.

Now it so happens I have Harry Potter stickers in my rucksack 'cause I was gonna take some time on the flight to Holland placing them on my new water bottle. Never got around to it, though. So I pull them from my bag and hand them over to the back seat.

My first moment of gift-giving as an uncle. 😊

Later on the road, I recognize a bookend experience:

It's daylight again, the late morning of our first day in Holland. Monday. January 1. Six days before. We're traveling across the countryside to our hotel. The sun's out. It's been raining so the trees and grass and highway are painted with a lovely sheen. There are moist reflections in every color, on every texture, in everything we see. Which makes for a beautiful, classic Dutch pastoral scene.

On the radio, it's Depeche Mode, The Cure, and later, "Babe" by Styx. The inside of the car's basically filled with an 80s vibe. I'm talking music with my cousin's husband who's driving the car. We talk 80s music. Popular music. And, of course, music as it relates to my daughter's career as a professional musician. ☺️

Now it's six days after. It's today, this very moment, on the way to Schiphol Airport in the morning while it remains dark outside. It's nighttime for all intents and purposes even though we're navigating the space between 630 and 730 in the morning. In the front seats of the car we're talking about vacations, about traveling by car from Seattle to southern California, about driving that same distance from Holland to southern Italy. My cousin's husband describes yearly vacations ("holiday" as he refers to them) that are the equivalent of piling everyone in the car and hitting the road. In this case, he talks about arriving in Tuscany. He talks about arriving in Genoa. He talks about avoiding hard-case luggage in favor of duffle bags. He talks about traveling through Switzerland, driving the never-ending Gotthard Tunnel, traveling over the mountains when the tunnel's backed up. He describes one vacation they showed up on an Italian beach and no one was there. He describes various strategies for doing this holiday including splitting the 16-hour drive in two with a stayover in Switzerland, allowing for a 10AM casual departure on the first day of their travels. Returning home, the driving strategy becomes a single, mostly overnight, drive to avoid traffic.

It's fun to compare the way we take family vacations, family holiday. It's fun to compare all the things about them that are the same and the very few things that are different.

We also talk about traffic leading into Amsterdam, traffic cams on the outskirts of Amsterdam that serve the same purpose as the traffic cams in school zones in our neck of the woods. We talk about apps he uses to spot and report speed traps and, because we hit a bird just then, we share our own personal stories of hitting birds and other animals on the road. I relate stories I heard about deer leaping right into the sides of trucks or RVs. He wins for a personal story because one time on the way home with friends, a pretty large bird impacted the front windshield, smashing it inward. He's in the back seat of the car at the time looking up something on his phone when the impact occurs. So it's a violently sudden, catastrophic experience for him.

At the same time we're talking about all these things, the back seat of the car is engaged in more relational fare. Boyfriends and girlfriends. Parenting. And school.

At one point we're talking about another one of my cousins. We're talking about their kids when my niece leans forward into the front seat space to fill us in on a few things including shared family vacations with that cousin's family and that time one of the sons was in a TikTok video with his teacher. He was pretty embarrassed by it... but the video did get a lotta views. 😁

And with these competing, complementary, and mostly overlapping conversations in play, we pull into a parking lot at the airport, pull our bags from the back of the car, and walk into the terminal, the five of us.

It's 742AM.

In case you've never been, Schiphol Airport is huge. Schilphol Airport is MASSIVE. And while SeaTac has every airline represented in the main terminal as you enter, at Schiphol there's nothing central like that. You basically figure out in which direction your terminal is then you walk a bunch until you're closer to that terminal from which your flight leaves. It's only there that you finally arrive at the self check-in kiosks and the self baggage drop.

A lotta selfs going on in this airport, I gotta say.

It's definitely a good thing our family's with us because paying for our one big piece of luggage turns into at least a ten minute ordeal. The scanner can't (or won't) read my card. Can't. Can't. Can't. Until finally, with family standing all around me, pitching me suggestions, the scanner humors me and decides to work.

So family, as it turns out, is the essential ingredient to successfully paying baggage fees at Schiphol Airport. 😉

Once that's done, I realize we're living our parent's experience because, once upon a time, my parents, too, left with a lot of family food gifts in their luggage. Once upon a time, too, they had to buy extra luggage, like my cousin did for us the previous day, to hold all those food gifts. Once upon a time, too, my aunts and uncles walked my parents through the airport, helped them with their bags. Once upon a time, too, my aunts and uncles bade my parents farewell in this very airport with embraces and kisses on the cheek.

What was true then, it turns out, remains true today. I think the only difference is that we're more huggers these days.

Another difference, I think, is that we're more likely to draw this moment out because we don't want it to end. We can always think of more conversations to have, more pictures to take.

In the end, we say the things we need to say to each other, the things we want to say. And I'm sure after one round of hugs and a subsequent impromptu conversation, we indulged another round of hugs as if the first one never happened.

For me, my regret is leaving this family. This one and the larger one with whom we navigated the week. I'm also caught by the realization that it would've been a pretty cool thing to have known my cousin's husband earlier in both our lives. And I'm profoundly struck by the fact that, while we live a pretty good and fulfilling life in the states, our lives would've been better, our lives would definitely have been better, with my cousin in it.

Because she really is all that.

☺️☺️☺️

With our extended goodbyes out the way, and after one last round of family photographs—all of us in one image—my cousin and her family start making their way back to their car as we turn to get in line for the self baggage drop.

As we take our place in line, I remember to look back for my family. I immediately spot them walking away. They've been keeping track of us in line as well. And in that moment in which we catch each other's attention for the last time, we reach our hands high into the air to wave goodbye.

And finally.

Finally...

Go our separate ways.

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