#i come home take a nap make food and its already time for bed if i dont want to be tired the next day

[loverjpg]

i want to play the guitar i want to play the sims all day i want to learn to play chess i want to write poetry i want to learn new recipes i want to do research i want to take pictures i want to crochet i want to sleep all day i want there to be more days in a day

#im so tired from working and not having the time for any of my hobbies in the evening cause im just too tired #i come home take a nap make food and its already time for bed if i dont want to be tired the next day #i feel like im always sleepy and its been like this for like 6 months now. idk what's going on #justine rambles

[jackmanbj]

daddy daughter time

summary: you and sarija dont feel to good so jack takes jadore out to a daddy daughter date.

“jack are you sure yall going to be okay on your own?”

“yes baby, i have extra snacks, drinks, toys, blankets, and stuff animals.”

“okay babe, if you need anything call me uhm if anything happens come straight ho-“

“baby you worry too much, i got this please calm down.”

“fine.. i love you.” “i love you more and take your medicine and make sure sarija takes it to babe.”

“i definitely know how to take care of us, bye babe.”

jack walked out the room after kissing your forehead and kissing sarija’s cheek.

“you ready to go jadore?” “yes daddy!” “ok, now when we go you have to listen to daddy ok? if i tell you no that means no or you can get hurt, understand sweet girl?”

“yes daddy!”

“ok now you remember the rules right?” “yup” “alright lets go baby.”

jack took jadore by the hand and started bringing her to the car.

jack placed her into the carseat and started making his way to the trunk to place the rest of her things.

you just decided to take a nap while you could being as though sarija was sleeping and you knew she would be up soon.

jack had just pulled out of the driveway and jadore was asking to listen to his music.

you hated when sarija or jadore listened to his music because it was ‘to inappropriate’ for them at there age.

jack being the chiller parent would let them whenever you weren’t around.

jack put on his playlist of his music and the first song that cane on was I wanna see some ass.

jack usually wouldn’t mind them listening but he felt you would find out because jadore had a habit of mumbling whatever song was in her mind.

jack switch the song to sundown knowing it was one of her favorites.

jack and jadore got to the park and jadore played while jack pushed her on the swings, caught her at the end of the slide and watched over her.

jadore played for 30 minutes before she ran to jack saying she was hungry.

jack got her a snack and put her back into the car so they could go to the restaurant.

“daddy!!” “yes baby?” “can i listen to your music again?” “not right now baby.”

jadore let out a huff and kicked her feet while jack looked at her in his rearview mirror.

“jadore tovi, stop.”

jadore looked at jack and started to cry while kicking her feet.

jack sighed and went to call you.

sarija had woken up around 10 minutes ago so you were feeding her when jack called.

“hi baby.” “hi, is that jadore screaming like that?”

“the one and only.”

“put me on speaker.”

jack put you on speaker and you started to talk to jadore.

“jadore tovi harlow, you cannot be screaming just because daddy told you no, you have rules follow them or your coming home. understand?”

you heard her sniff before she answered you. “yes mommy..”

“thank you baby.”

“you’re welcome jackie, text me before you get home so i can have jadore things ready for a nap or bed.”

“alright, i love you.”

“i love you more, i’m still on speaker right?” “yea”

“i love you jadore!”

“i love you to mommy!” giggled as jack hung up the phone.

“after we get some food where do you want to go dore?”

“home! i miss mommy and sissy!”

“alright baby.”

sarija was only two months but jadore already loved her with her whole heart.

jack texted you and let you know after they left the restaurant the would be coming back home.

it was only 4:30, you thought they would be out basically until jadores bedtime, you knew you weren’t going anywhere after this so you decided to get out jadores pajamas anyway.

it was 5:24 when jadore and jack pulled up at home.

you went to your room trying to avoid jadore as to not get her sick when you heard the door opening.

jack walked in and was bringing jadore to her room when he got a text from you.

you- brush her teeth, give her a bath, then put her in her pajamas. shes not going to sleep right now but its to make it easier for later tonight.

stinka💕- i got you baby.

jack did exactly what he was told and after it was jadores nap time anyway, he put her in the bed and kissed her forehead and went to your room.

he walked in to see saija being feed and you slightly sitting up with your eyes barely open.

“do you want me to bottle feed her my love?”

you shook your head yes and jack walked over and took her from you.

“thanks jack.”

“of course, go to bed baby. i got it.”

you rolled over on your stomach after fixing your t-shirt and started to drift off to sleep.

after around twenty minutes jack came back with a sleeping sarija baby in one hand and two bottles in the other.

jack put sarija in her bassinet next to your side of the bed and walked over to his side.

jack came over and cuddled up on you but you pushed him off.

“i dont want to get you sick babe..”

“if anything im already going to get sick because i’ve been around sarija all day, i dont mind baby.”

jack gave you a kiss on the cheek before coming back to cuddle you.

“jackie..”

“shh, go to bed mamas. i know your tired..”

jack rubbed your hip up and down and pushed you into him.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x you #dad! jack

[t3ag3rs]

g e n s o - 0 2.

your body jolts up as you feel yourself on the verge of passing out.

you quickly glance up at your teacher to see if he noticed you sleeping in his class, sighing quietly when you notice he was turned to the board.

you itched your most recent cut, wincing slightly as it hurt. at least its somewhat healing.. you thought to yourself staring at the scar. you rubbed your eyes to fight the sleep trying to consume you. 

god its like im tired everywhere else except when its time to actually sleep..

you bounced your knee up and down waiting for the time to go by quicker. you couldnt wait to get out of this goddamn academy. why were all last days filled with sappy goodbyes and hugs? you couldnt wait to go home and take a nice long nap.

no more stressing out over school work. no more sleepless nights. no more burn outs.

that sounded like absolute heaven.

ring, ring, ring!

you jumped out of your seat and rushed home. you finally had months to actually prepare for the UA entrance exam. you had to make it in.

you promised him you would.

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"mom! can you please call bakugous mom and ask if they can come over? its been so long!" you pleaded once you got home. "fine.. let me call them" sighed out your mom, going to grab the phone.

you watched giddily as she called, "hey, do you think you could come over with bakugou today? y/n finally got out of school and wants to see him" she asked, you saw as her lips form a tight line, "oh.. i see.. its okay then! take care! " she ended the call.

"im afraid bakugou cant come over, she said he wanted to train for the entrance exam and nothing else." she continued but you werent listening.

he didnt want to see you.

after all these years of waiting patiently to see him was for nothing. he didnt care about your friendship with him. he just wanted to train and be a hero.

like always.

 "izuku could probably come over though.. are you even listening y/n??" your mother questioned. you snapped out of your trance, "o-oh yeah! sure we can do that!" you replied, not even knowing what you were agreeing to. 

 "good! izuku will be able to come tomorrow so i suggest you take a bath, eat early, and head to bed to get some good rest. no more school until that entrance exam, i know you wont let us down." she smiled and ruffled your hair.

 you smiled back and nodded. you werent planning on failing it anyways. even if bakugou didnt value your friendship anymore, you still made yourself a promise. you were going to make it in whether you liked it or not.

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you showered quickly and went downstairs to get some water. you looked at the food hungrily, but your mind said otherwise. 

are you really going to eat? you already had so much food yesterday. its best you skip eating today so you wont gain much weight. 

you looked down at your stomach and sighed as it rumbled, aching for food. one night cant hurt right? you turned away from the food and got a water bottle getting ready to sleep.

you walked into your room and placed the water bottle on your nightstand and turned off the lights. you let out a yawn and layed down, falling asleep right as your head hit the pillow.

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the next day you woke up and did your morning routine. you couldnt help but be excited to see izuku after 3 years. 

as the doorbell rang you rushed to open the door and let out a gasp when you saw how much the green haired boy changed. you hugged him and smiled, "izu! oh my gosh ive missed you so much!" you pulled away and stared at him, "you look so mature now!"

 he let out a small laugh, "i can say the same to you y/n! its been so long!" you stepped aside and welcomed him in. you walked up with him into your bedroom and sat down, "how was the last three years? is bakugou still a bully to you?" you ask.

 he looks down sadly, "he hasnt changed much.. if anything its gotten worse. his egos so big now..!" he lets out a chuckle and scratches his neck, "just yesterday he burned my hero notebook and threw it in the fish pond outside the school..!"

 you gasped, "what? i cant believe he did that! hes changed so much..." he looked down and continued, "that wasnt the worst part... he told me to take a swan dive off the roof if i wanted a quirk that bad.." you felt the anger boil in you.

 "he said WHAT?" you asked in disbelief, "i cant believe i was friends with that piece of shit! and he said he wanted to focus on training instead of talkinh to me after 3 years! i cant believe he wants to be a hero with an attitude like that!" you yelled.

 "its not that big of a deal..! besides... we both got into a villain attack yesterday and guess who saved us?? all might!!" he started fanboying about all the things he did, but you were too busy thinking about how horrible bakugou had became.

"but poor kacchan.. the villian was really going to take over him.. it was scary to look at.." he rambled, "still! its no excuse to hows hes been acting! but your lucky you got to see all might! i wouldve fainted if i actually saw him! " you exclaimed.

 "exactly! but thats not the point, he said i could become a hero too!" he smiled, you looked at him confused "how..?" he looked at his hands and then back at you.

 "promise me you wont tell anyone" you nodded and swore, "all mights quirk was given to him, he wasnt born with it. he told me he would train me so that he could pass on his quirk to me!" your mind went blank.

 "how is that even possible? you cant inherit a quirk! thats not how things work. if its true how come none of the scientists have figured it out yet?" you rambled, "im not sure, but i can finally become a hero now! its all ive wanted, and to top it off i can be trained by the worlds greatest hero!"

 you couldnt help but smile and feel happy for him. all he ever wanted was to be a hero and now it could finally come true. "im happy for you izu! we can try out for UA together!" he smiled and let out a sound of agreement. "maybe we can train together under all might! im sure he'll like you, but just be warned he doesnt always look muscular... he has a whole different body when his quirk runs out.." 

 you found out just exactly what he meant the next day when you met him and all might at the beach.

"so y/n.. this is all might" he said pointing at a man who look like a drug-addict, but then suddenly changed to the all might you saw on tv. "what the actual fuck" you gasped, "told you to be warned..! all might i want you to meet y/n l/n, my best friend of many years!" 

you took a deep bow at his direction, "im thankful to be able to train under you, and for you to trust me with knowing about your identity and izukus new quirk" all might grinned, "of course kiddo, now whats your quirk?" 

 "i have the ability to control elements, so far its mainly the usual four; water, fire, air, earth. im most comfortable with water, and least with earth. each of my elements have its own drawback." he nods as you speak, "you both definitely need to start strength training more as your quirks will be powerful."

 "so lets get started!"

at that moment you had started the ten months of absolute torture. 

everyday was spent working harder than before. a meal plan that was composed so that your every meal had enough protein to not only loose the unwanted body fat, but to also build the needed muscle for your quirk. a sleep schedule so that you woke up everyday with enough energy to train the 5 gruesome hours every morning, and extra if you felt up to it.

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finally it was the morning of the long awaited entrance exam. you watched as deku screamed and let out every nerve he had in him. "i have to admit it.. you two have genuinely surprised me by cleaning the entire beach! " exclaimed all might.

he pulled up a photo of you two from the first day you started, "you two have definitely gotten stronger and you y/n, have grown more experienced with your quirk. young midoriya you have now worked your body enough to inherit my quirk... eat this." he handed deku a strand of his hair and you gagged silently.

 "to inherit my quirk you need to consume some of my dna" he explained, "theres no time to explain! eat it or you two will be late!" deku closed his eyes and swallowed the strand making you cringe.

i think im gonna be sick!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you walked with deku to UA and stared at it in awe. you fiddled with your jacket covering the tight tanktop you had on, paired with your army green cargo pants. 

god im so nervous..!

 "even though i ate his hair i dont feel any different.." sighed deku, you smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder "its probably just getting used to your body, besides i never felt any different when i got my quirk!" 

 "stupid deku..! get out of my way before i light you on fire..!" snarled a voice from behind you. your heart dropped as you turned and made eye contact with bakugou. 

you couldnt believe how much he had changed. his face was more mature and his body had definitely grown more muscle. his attitude had just gotten worse though.

he knocked his shoulder into yours and walked away coldly, not saying a word to you.

"asshat" you whispered while continuing to walk with deku until he stumbled on his own feet and was frozen mid air. "are you okay?" said a high pitched voice from a brown haired girl beside you.

"i used my quirk to stop you from falling!" deku got up and started blushing, you giggled knowing he probably thought she was cute. "my names ochako uraraka! nice to meet you two!" you smiled as deku started glitching in real life. "my names y/n l/n and thats izuku midoriya! its nice to meet you too!"

you grinned as a plan came to mind, "well i have to meet someone inside.. you should get to know her izuku! it was nice meeting you! bye izu!" you ran away giggling. he had no choice but to talk to her now!

you took a seat next to a red haired boy and settled down looking at your card. looks like ill be in battle center A.. "hey what center are you in?" the boy asked you as he showed you his card , "oh um.. center A" he sighed, "guess we arent in the same one.. well i wish you luck anyways!" he grinned showing his sharp teeth.

you smiled back, "thanks! you too! also i really like the red hair!" he blushed, "thanks dude!" suddently the lights went out and the hero present mic started speaking.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you finally got changed out of your jacket and prepared to fight. you stood outside of the battle center with a group of other people. you noticed bakugou but didnt awknowledge him, instead you made sure you had enough water in your pouch to use during the fight.

suddenly the doors opened and present mics voice could be heard counting down. "on your mark.. get set... go!" 

 it was finally the moment you had been training months for.

previous parts: pt. 00 / pt. 01 next parts: pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 / pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 / pt. 10 / pt. 11 / pt. 12

#my hero academia #mha x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #mha bakugou #mha #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #bhna x reader #bhna #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugou #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kacchan #kacchan bakugou #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou x you #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou fluff #bakugou fic #mha fanfiction #bhna imagine #bhna fanfiction #t3ag3rs

[pacifymebby]

How would the blinders react to waking up to reader sleeping by their hospital bed after they get fucked up and passed out for a few days and she's worried sick but just happy that he's alive but he's worried bc she has eye bags, slight messy hair, and just looks like a mess cause she thought he'd died and he tells her that yes he was hurt but he's going to be ok and that he'll have things under control in no time

Tommy

🌿 Tommy has always done his best to keep you away from the Peaky Blinders and the violence that tends to go down whenever they have business, so you didn't witness the attack

🌿 It was however, you who realised he'd been gone too long, you who realised that something was very very wrong, and you who'd had to be held back by John when Arthur and Isaiah had gone after Tommy

🌿 Knowing that Tommy wouldn't want you to see him all fucked up, John tries to convince you not to go to the hospital but you're far too scared for Tommy, you have to see him so you'd argue fiercely with John until he agreed to take you there. "I'm not a child John Shelby, a few broken ribs won't scare me! And I won't be scared to break yours if you keep refusing me either so its your fucking choice!"

🌿 You both know you'd never hurt him but John can see the passion in your eyes so he gives in, at the hospital Arthur groans at the sight of you, "what the fuck have you done John Tom'll kill you..."

🌿 John just smirks, "argue with her if you like Arthur but I ain't responsible for what happens..."

🌿 You aren't listening to them however, you focus is entirely on Tommy. He's lying there, pale as moonlight, all the blood drained from him, he's bandaged all around his chest, Arthur tells you he took a bullet to the shoulder and one to the ribs. He doesn't tell you but he knows that means he's lucky to be alive.

🌿 You'd sit there quietly, holding Tommy's hand glaring down at him determined not to cry until everyone else has left. The others would try to convince you to leave with them, to get rest, "come on sweetheart this aint what Tom would want..." "Talk about him in the past tense again and I'll cut you Arthur Shelby..." you'd say through gritted teeth, not even looking back at him.

🌿 So eventually they would give up trying to get you to come home, and the Peaky boys would end up having to take turns sitting guard outside the door, because they know if they leave you alone and something happens Tom will kill them when he wakes up.

🌿 When you're finally alone you do cry, you beg him not to die and you kiss his cut up face. He's cold to touch and that scares you more.

🌿 After several days of no sleep, refusing food and being frozen to your seat with fear that if you leave, he will die, he finally wakes up... and he wakes up so naturally, so casually that for a moment its as if he's only waking up from a nap.

🌿 "Time is it love?" he'd ask, only half aware of where he is until he looks at you properly and sees the state you're in. "What the hell happened to you sweetheart? Are you sick?"

🌿 He's raise his hand to your cheek and then feel the pain in his shoulder and understand, his memory would come back to him and he'd realise what it is thats happened to you, why you look so unwell... so withered and sickly.

🌿 "Angel go home, go home now, have Frances make up a bath for you, have her bring you some proper food and then get some sleep... I'll be home by the time you wake..." "Don't be stupid Tommy I'm not leaving... your brothers already told me a hundred times over, go home, Tommy wouldn't want this... but I don't care alright, I want this... I'm not leaving your side until you're checked out..."

🌿 Tommy would be stunned by your defiance, blinking a little surprised, he'd smirk and sigh and know that there's nothing he can do, you're obviously scared.

🌿 Thats when you'd feel the relief hit you, latent fear and relief all at once makes for tears, and when they start to come Tommy sees them before you feel them.

🌿 He beckons you down to him so that he can dab the tears away, cups your cheek in his hand as you start to tremble and speak. "Tommy I was so fucking scared, I thought you were... I thought if I left for even just a second you'd die whilst I was away.... you'd be alone and I... Id never forgive myself if you..."

🌿 He'd cut you off hushing you, his thumb across your lips so that he could halt your talking. "Shhh angel, I'm alright aren't I eh, look at me, I'm still here, I'm not going to die... I'm alright... now, I want you to listen to me and do as I say... you're not well, you're wasting away and you look sick, you need to go home and let Frances take care of you... I don't want to see you end up in here with me alright?"

🌿 He'd let you stay with him just a little longer, but he'd keep telling you to go, and when Arthur and John arrive to visit, he'd tell them to take you with them, to make sure you stay at home.

🌿 "In a few days I'll be home with you alright angel, nothings going to happen to me between now and then and when I get home I'll fix everything.. it's all under control alright?"

Alfie

🐻 In all the time you and Alfie have been together, he's never been hurt so badly as to end up in hospital. This time is different however... and you're terrified.

🐻 you know he wouldn't want his little zieskiet to be worried about him, he wouldn't want you wasting your youth sitting by his bedside in a dingy hospital that smells of dead and dying men... but you don't care. You have to be there when he wakes up, if you leave he might never wake up.

🐻 you know he was shot, you know he's severely injured and that his recovery could take a very long time, but you don't care how long it takes, you're going to sit with him the whole time.

🐻 Ollie and Ishmael probably try to talk you into going home for a little bit but when you refuse and threaten them they give up. They bring you food and drink and changes of clothes and they try to look after you as best they can, they know if they don't Alfie will have their balls.

🐻 When Alfie wakes up he does remember what happened, and when he sees you, all tears and little relieved sobs, your head bowed over him as if in prayer, he realises that you've been with him the whole time.

🐻 No matter the pain he himself is in he'd try to put his arm around you and pull you down close to him to hug you, he'd have your head pressed into the crook of his neck so that he could kiss your hair and stroke his fingers through your locks.

🐻 "Shh poppet, I know right, place is miserable right makes me wanna weep an all... these medical professionals, they've no eye for interior decor... no taste..." He'd try to make jokes to sooth you and eventually he'd get a smile out of you as you tried to dry your eyes.

🐻 "Thought you was dead Alf," when you say that he'd chuckle and sigh, "nah not me zieskiet, many have tried but no, not me... not yet..."

🐻 He'd want to take a good look at you, you haven't brushed your hair for several days and when Ollie comes to check on you Alfie would genuinely criticise him for having not made sure you brushed you hair. He'd demand to be brought a hairbrush and then, despite his injuries and your protests he would sit up and brush it for you.

🐻 "Better let this be a lesson hadn't I..." he'd say and at first you would think he meant a lesson to you... "better make sure I stay out of this hospital right, cause clearly the only person capable of looking after you poppet, is me..."

🐻 he wouldn't send you home because a) he knows you won't leave and b) he's worried about you and wants to keep an eye on you.

🐻 instead he'd have you brought a good proper meal and a stiff drink, one that you both can share, then he'd have you lie down in the bed with him and he'd make you sleep.

🐻 "don't you worry about me anymore zieskiet, don't you worry about me at all alright, your old mans just fine... a bit sore maybe but fine... no ones gonna hurt me again yeah, and you need your rest now so sleep... it was very good and sweet of you to want to take care of me but I care more about you than I do me yeah... so be good and go to sleep alright... thats how you can help me get better..."

Arthur

🍂 You didn't see what actually happened to Arthur, but you've see him get into fights before and so you know exactly how this happened... Your poor man went too far, lost himself somewhere in the fight...

🍂 You think Arthur looks rough? Well you should see the other guy. When arthur got attacked he was only on the floor for a moment or two, what should have knocked him out cold just kick started the adrenaline rush. He might have been shot, burnt abd wounded terribly by the other man, but the other mans in his grave now, head caved in, face unrecognisable

🍂 And knowing all this, knowing that when Arthur comes round he won't remember a thing at first, but then it will hit him and he'll be devestated and ashamed... Knowing that, is what makes you so determined to stay by his side and not leave him. You want to be there for him when he wakes up, to reassure him he's not a monster, to reassure him he's alright, that he's loved and still, despite it all, a good man.

🍂 Ada visits her big brother a lot, shes always trying to convince you to go home, just for a night, or even just a few hours in the morning to get some proper rest. She admires your devotion to Arthur though and she is very glad her brothers finally found someone who will show him some care

🍂 Still, she also knows that Arthur would be sick to his stomach if he thought for a second you were neglecting yourself for him. She wants you to go and look after yourself because your lack of sleep and proper food is beginning to show on you, she knows Arthur will be upset if he sees you like this...

🍂 And he is, when he wakes up he groans, asks for a cigarette and a drink, and then realises that its you sitting beside him not a nurse.

🍂 "Oh... Sorry my sweetheart, i thought you were me nurse..." he'd reach for your hand and kiss it, and then he'd almost do a double take... "Wait... Wait... Now don't you tell me youve been sitting here fuckin days waiting for me to..." he doesn't even have to finish his sentence, youve nodded, taken his hand and kissed it back. He looks at you and then looks away, trying to hide the tears in his eyes.

🍂 "Nah, now darlin you shouldnt have done that..." he starts but he's actually choked up and getting properly upset...

🍂 The reason being, a reason he won't ever admit to anyone, not even you, that hes never known care like this. Never had someone care about him so much, someone be so gentle and thoughtful just for him... But here you are, youve sat by his bedside for days on end, and why? Because you love him enough to do so.

🍂 "I wanted to be here when you woke up Arth, wanted to make sure my arthur was gonna be alright..."

🍂 He'd cry, and then hed get annoyed at himself for crying in front of you, and youd rub his back and remind him cryings fine... But youd think he was crying because of what hed done

🍂 "Its alright arthur, you were defending your family, someone threatens the family then you show no mercy, thats just what we do aint it... Youre not a bad man Arthur..." youd say kissing him again, "youre not..."

🍂 Then hed take a look at you and realise the state of you and he'd get emotional all over again, worrying about you and fretting over you. "How many days has it been since you slept in a proper bed? Have they been feeding you... Sweetheart you shouldn't have waited here for me you shouldn't have... Dont deserve this... You should be at home right now..."

🍂 "No Arthur i wanted to be here, with you..."

🍂 He wont want to let you take care of him when he's allowed to go back home, he will want to look after you, and he'll be staggering around the house struggling to try and cook for you, he'll be trying to make the bed for you and in the end you'll snap and tell him to stop being so stupid

🍂 "youre the one who needs taking care of Arthur, not me! Now sit down for goodness sake, let me take care of you..."

🍂 He'd finally do as you ask, not without a big sigh and an eye roll, not without lots of grumbling, but he would do as you said. Youd help him wash, help him change for bed and then finally youd give into his grumbles too and climb into bed with him

🍂 When you were both tucked up together, thats when you would get a little upset, your strong shell cracking for just a moment as you look down at him, your hand on his bandaged chest.

🍂 "Y'know there were a day or two right, when they told me you might... You might not wake up... They said i should be... Prepared y'know, just in case..." "Nah, fuckin idiots them doctors, all of em, they don't know what they're fucking talking about... I ain't going nowhere love,"

🍂 He'd stroke your hair and give you kisses and he'd want to hold you very close all night, "i ain't going nowhere," he'd reassure you, "and i ain't letting no one touch us ever again alright... Won't be having me missus waiting in a hospital for me ever again yeah... I ain't going fucking nowhere..."

John

🌼 John would wake up a week after being shot to pieces by the italians, everyone had imagined he would die, the doctors included. It was only through yours and Tommys insistence that he would pull through that the hospital hadn't written him off.

🌼 And you haven't left his bedside since they stabilised him... Youd been hard to hold back when they were trying to stabilise him... Tommy had had to drag you away from the medics.

🌼 So when John wakes up, his vision blurry, his head groggy, throat sore, muscles aching... Uncomfortable as hell... Youre the first thing he sees. So he wakes up with a smile despite the pain hes in. He wakes up with a smile which grows when he squeezes your hand and you look back at him, tears in your eyes, hands shaking as the realisation hits.

🌼 "holy mary mother of god John you're alive, youre... Youre..." youd burst into tears, overwhelmed with emotions, trembling as you clutch at his hands. He'd force out a chuckle, being brave for you, trying to be lighthearted and pretend that its nothing, that hes fighting fit.

🌼 He'd try his best to hold you despite his injuries, every movement for him is still painful but he'd smile through it and pretend to be fine because he doesnt want to worry you

🌼 "Shhh flower stop crying yeah, im here, im alive, everythings fine... Everythings alright love," he'd say stroking your hair.

🌼 "I was so scared John i didnt... I didnt leave you this whole time... I couldnt..." youd try to wipe your eyes and be brave, you'd dry your eyes and shake your head, "sorry, im being so silly... Youre..."

🌼 "No love, no youre not, c'mere flower, c'mere you've been so brave haven't you sweet girl," he'd kiss you and then he'd hold your face in his hand taking a proper look at you

🌼 Thats when he'd frown, realising you really havent left his side that whole time. He'd sigh, "oh no flower, you didn't... You didnt really wait all this time..." he'd shake his head and be genuinely quite upset, would probably shout at his brothers "why the hell would you let her do that? Why weren't you looking after her?"

🌼 Arthur and tommy having to admit to being a little bit scared of you...

🌼 John would start making all sorts of demands, telling you to go home and then instructing people on how to take care of you... But youd insist you weren't leaving until he could...

🌼 So hed have to give in (he's a little bit scared of you too) and let you stay... He'd end up telling you to get into bed with him, you'd try to argue but he'd suddenly stop smiling or joking with you and say, "listen love, you need to look after yourself too eh, now you either get into bed with me here and you go to sleep, or you go home..."

🌼 So you lie down with him for a little while and drift to sleep, he likes having you next to him, even if theres not very much space.

🌼 And when you wake up youre worried about him again, but he just chuckles, "promise you flower, im alright... I've spoken to Tommy and everythings under control, so you can go home, I'm gonna be fine yeah? I want you to go home and look after yourself, you can visit me tomorrow sweetheart..."

Bonnie

🍀 You'd been hiding in the vardo when the Billy Boys shot Aberama and beat your Bonnie half to death. You'd been listening, hidden, terrified, hand clasped over your mouth, eyes squeezed shut, saying a silent prayer for your Bonnie

🍀 And your prayer must have been answered because when the Billy Boys left, they left thinking they'd killed him... He was strung up on that cross, slumped forward, head limp, covered in blood. You'd thought he was dead too, when you first saw him. You'd sobbed and keened hardly able to look at him.

🍀 But he was only playing dead, just acting like he would in his fights when he wanted his opponent to believe he was out... Thats what he'd been doing to the billy boys...

🍀 "Y/N... Dove... Don't cry..." he'd used his last ounce of energy to show you he was alive and after that you'd rushed in a flurry of adrenaline to get him down, to get him to a hospital with Aberama... They both needed one...

🍀 Bonnie had passed out on the way there and when the doctors saw the state of him they didn't look too hopeful... But you kept telling him he was going to be alright.

🍀 You wouldn't leave his side, when they were washing his wounds you wanted to help but they wouldn't let you. So you had to sit there, shivering, feeling sick from the adrenaline...

🍀 When Tommy Shelby turned up to give Aberama his condolences you flew at him, all fists and rage and blame, "this is your fucking fault you selfish bloody bastard your fucking fault!" Tommy just stood there and took it and then asked Aberama a few questions.

🍀 He'd offer for you to go and stay with Polly "you'll be able to visit Bonnie every day..." but you'd refuse.

🍀 Instead you sit at your bonnies bedside, praying the rosary for him, youve never believed too strongly but youre desperate. The longer goes by without him stirring, the more desperate you become.

🍀 By the time he finally comes round its been two weeks, you havent slept, youre shaken and restless, youre sickly looking from lack of sunlight, you have that greyness under your skin that makes you look terribly unwell. You've been in and out of tears since it happened, unconsolable. Your eyes are red rimmed and sore.

🍀When bonnie wakes up he sees you crying, mumbling your prayer. He tries to reach out to you and his movement makes you jump, you flinch and turn to him with tears on your cheeks, you look so sad...

🍀 But then you see him, awake, his eyes open looking at you... And you start to shake, but you smile, your dry lips chapped and splitting slightly as your smile forms. The light returns to your eyes but bonnie doesnt smile.

🍀 "oh god bonnie, my Bonnie i thought you were.. I thought..." you can hardly speak and he struggles to sit himself up, his hand squeezing yours gently. "Shh little dove," his voice would be weak and scratchy, hearing him sound so fragile would make everything worse...

🍀He'd force a smile though, "shh dove no need to cry I'm alright eh, everythings alright..." "No its not Bon, its not... I thought..." "no matter what you thought eh dove, I'm alive, I'm talking to you right now... Cmon sweet girl, open those pretty eyes and look at me yeah? Am right here..." he'd bring your hand up to touch his cheek as if to prove his point.

🍀 You would hug him your body bowed over his, your face nuzzled into his neck, he'd hold you back, burying his face in your hair, letting it comfort him.

🍀 "Have you been eating dove, you dont look well... Tell me youve not been shut up in this place with me?" hed be ever so concerned about you, he can tell just by looking at you that you havent been back to the caravans, havent been back outside for so long and it hurts him to see you hurt...

🍀But hes also so happy and relieved to have woken up to see you beside him, because if he hadnt seen you hed have been scared something had happened to you.

🍀 He'd try to share his bed with you, and his hospital food too. He'd be putting on the "everythings fine" act so that youd stop worrying about you.

🍀Hed feel guilty too, hes supposed to be your man, supposed to protect you and keep you safe... And he didn't this time, hes the reason youre worried sick, havent eaten or slept properly in weeks.

🍀 You wouldnt leave his side until he was released from hospital. He'd try all sorts to get you to go home even if just for a night but youd be too stubborn.

🍀 "Dove please, im worried about you sweetheart, you don't look well..." "i look much better than you do bonnie thats for sure... Im not leaving until you do... Besides, what if those men come back eh?" "they won't love, i promise you, they won't come back, everythings going to be ok, i promise..." but hes making promises he can't really keep, hes hiding his own fears for your sake.

🍀When they finally let him out you would dote on him, youd cook him the loveliest of stews, youd help him to eat, you'd sing to him, tell him stories to keep him from being too bored. Youd talk to him about hos boxing, keep telling him about how one day hed be world famous... You want to keep him positive and hopeful.

🍀 At night when you have nightmares about what happened to him he'd hold you and shush you and promise you again that everhthing was going to be fine.

Isaiah

🐀When Isaiah wakes up hes confused, not about where he is - he remembers what has happened - but about why youre there...

🐀Youre one of his close friends but that doesnt explain why youre sitting at his bedside, his hand held in yours, looking like you haven't slept for several days...

🐀"y/n? Whatre you..." before hes even finished his sentence you cut him off, your smile splitting your worried expression, your eyes suddenly bright. "You're awake! Oh my god i was so scared! You took such a beating i thought you'd..." "be really ugly when they took the bandages off? Dont worry darlin i could never be ugly..." he'd be teasing you...

🐀"dont be daft isaiah! I was so worried about you... I haven't left this fucking room all week!" now hed be really confused, he'd be looking at you with his brow raised.

🐀 "Why love? Your house isn't even very far away..."

🐀 Youd be confused then too, why does he seem so annoyed with you? He doesnt seem bothered about what happened to him at all

🐀Youd get annoyed with him then, because he doesnt seem bothered about his health, or about the fact that you were so worried...

🐀"Did you really wait with me all week?" hed be frowning, "i don't understand..." the boy is clearly oblivious to your feelings for him, which hurts. But you can't do anything, only try your best to shrug it off..

🐀"You look unwell love... You shouldnt have waited with me... Why dont you go home for a bit eh?" "no!" youd answer to quickly, your cheeks burning witb a slight blush. Thats what would give you away. And when he worked it out Isaiah would be so smug.

🐀 "ohhhh i see, i understand now.." he'd tease you about it, he'd probably push his teasing too far until you ended up snapping at him, crying and getting upset... When you got upset however he'd soften.

🐀Hed tell you he was sorry and he'd tell you "c'mere a second y/n cmere... Got somet to tell you..." then he'd tell you he was glad you waited with him, thst you were the only person he could have wanted to wake up to.

🐀"now why don't you tell me why you really waited..." he wants to hear you say you love him first, he wants to make you squirm... Its the least fun he deserves after taking such a beating.

🐀 "y'know i love you too sweetheart... Which is why i want you to go home now.. Look after yourself eh, get your beauty sleep..."you wouldnt want to but after plenty of reassurance from him that he was okay, you would eventually do as he wished.

🐀Isaiah wouldn't even be quiet or shy about how pleased he is that you waited in the hospital for him, hed actually be quite proud/smug

Michael

☘️ When Michael wakes to see you sitting in the chair beside his bed he's relieved.. He's glad to know you waited for him to wake up, he's pleased at the devotion you've shown to him.

☘️ "Sweetheart you look tired..." hed say before realising thats actually a little insulting... "as lovely as always but you do look tired..." he'd be concerned that you haven't been comfortable, worried you've not rested properly.

☘️ "Have you been eating love?" he'd sit up in bed and get all serious with you, frowning when you shrug him off. "I've been worried about you Michael, didn't feel like eating..."

☘️ "Right well, im awake now eh y/n, so you don't need to worry about me now... So you can eat..."

☘️He will want to know why his family didn't make you go home, but when he asks Tommy this and pretends to be pissed off about it, hes also secretly very proud that you waited, he wants to show tommy how devoted his girlfriend is to him. He sees it as a social power.

☘️ Michael would tell you to go home and eat and rest, but he wouldnt really want you to, he'd want you to stay with him and fuss over him. He likes how brave you think he is, how you fuss over him and dote on him just because hes in the hospital.

☘️ "Maybe i should get meself shot more often eh?"

☘️ When you get annoyed at him for saying things like that he just chuckles and eventually apologises.

☘️ "it isnt funny michael, ive been so fucking worried about you, a few inches lower and youd be dead for fucks sake!" "Alright alright, im sorry love, come here eh im sorry...i didnt mean to upset you eh, was just a little joke.." him taking your hand and pressing youe palm to his lips, "im sorry,"

☘️"And you dont need to worry anymore y/n, I'll speak to Tommy and we'll make everything right... So i dont want you to worry anymore..."

☘️But you are worried and he can see that. So he decides to try and keep you too busy to worry about anything, using your particularly doting disposition to keep you occupied, asking you to fetch him his favourite pastries or telling you he wants to hear a certain song so that youll spend hours at home searching through boxes to find it and bring it to him.

☘️ When you get back hed tell you to put it on, and then he'd ask you to dance or sing along to it for him. Sometimes he'll invite you into his bed and hum along to it in your ear.

#peaky blinders imagines #bonnie gold x reader #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders headcanon #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders

[moxleys-whore]

Comfort

Not requested.

Warnings: Blood

1..2..3.. the match was over. A new champion crowned. Jon Moxley had taken the championship from Orange. A bloody and grueling match, Cassidy could hardly see with all the blood in his eyes. Wanting nothing more than to get backstage and take a nap. He had failed to retain, he was a failure. More than anything, he was tired, so, so tired. The moment he stood from the mat a wave of nausea washed over his body, he could feel how sore his entire body would be in the morning. Stepping out from the ring and beginning the walk backstage he staggers, walking with the aid of his friends. Even then, surrounded by his best friends, he felt alone. The arms around him didn't feel right, he didn't deserve their love and appreciation.

Making his way backstage he immediately goes to walk to his locker room before a hand on his wrist stops him.

"Dude, you need to go get checked out." Chuck releases his grip on Cassidy's wrist, pleading with him to go see medical.

"I'm fine." Cassidy blows him off, wanting to get to his hotel and asleep as fast as he can.

"No dude, you're going to get checked out. Come on, let's go." This time it's Trent pleading. Cassidy turns away from his friends, walking away.

"Get him, Kris go get Y/N." Trent gives out commands to the other Best Friends. Cassidy turns at the mention of his lovers name, only to be met with the large frame of Chuck Taylor. Within seconds, Chuck hoists Cassidy off the ground as Kris runs off to find the before mentioned partner of Cassidy.

Cassidy doesn't fight being carried, nor does he fight being dropped off Chuck's shoulder and onto the cot in medical.

"I don't need to be-", he's cut off by the voice he associates with home.

"Yes, you do. Can we have the room guys?" Y/N watches as the best friends, minus Cassidy who sits on the cot looking rather guilty. Y/N sighs before grabbing some guaze and alcohol.

"Are you okay?" It's a soft whispered question that breaks the silence as Y/N begins cleaning Cassidy's wounds. He winces and grabs his lovers waist out of instinct.

"I'm tired", its a short answer but that's just how Cassidy is. Nothing is said as Y/N cleans the man up. Wiping as much blood as they can from their boyfriends head and chest. Once he is as clean as he can be without a shower, Y/N drops the gauze and holds Cassidys face in their hands. His eyes connect with theirs and he pulls his lover closer to him. Resting his head on their stomach.

"Let's go to the hotel so you can sleep. I already packed your stuff and got it in the car."

Cassidy smiles softly at how much care his partner put into him, knowing exactly what he wanted, more so needed actually. The pair walks out of the building hand in hand, getting in their rental and driving to the hotel.

Stepping into the hotel Cassidy is pushed into the bathroom.

"Go shower."

Cassidy grabs Y/Ns hand, "Help. Please?"

"Of course."

Y/N helps Cassidy strip down before doing the same for themself. The two step under the warm water and Y/N begins massaging the head of Cassidy, watching as the water turns red. They wash Cassidy's hair, seeing his eyes flutter shut and his body relax.

After washing Cassidys body and then their own, the two step out of the shower, dry off and change into comfortable clothes.

"Do you want to order some food or just sleep?"

"I just want to sleep."

Y/N nods, getting under the blanket and holding up their arms for Cassidy to fall into. Cassidy quite literally falls face first into the bed, before moving his body up towards his lovers. Resting his head on their chest and wrapping his arms around them tightly. Y/N turns the lamp off before wrapping one arm around the back of Cassidy. Letting their other hand move into his hair and scratch at his scalp. Cassidy lets out a purring cat-like noise, wrapping himself tighter around his lover.

"I'm so proud of you. You did so good tonight. You may not be holding the belt but you're still a champion to me. You deserve this, you deserve love and care. We are all so proud of you. I love you Cass."

Cassidy doesn't speak, just kisses the chest of Y/N.

"I love you too."

#orange cassidy #orange cassidy x reader #orange cassidy headcannon #orange cassidy imagine #aew x reader #aew headcannon

[raccoonfallsharder]

so @thirteens-lucky-tardis had a lovely headcanon about Rocket just absolutely entranced by lava lamps. And I love it and it made me think like, take a moment to just breathe, or relax for a second or something? Just sit here and look at this frickin’ lamp thing. Idk it was such a nice visual I thought I’d bring it up to you ☺️

i went hunting for this but couldn't find it! i need to read it o(╥﹏╥)o

it makes complete sense. i'm just imagining you notice how much he likes yours - maybe you come home one day and you can't find him. he's normally clanking around with some invention or another - dismantling your toaster or building a new gun. muttering to himself, or humming one of those old songs. but today your apartment is silent, and if it weren't for the runabout still parked on the roof like a goddamn sleigh, you'd think he'd gone right back up into the stars.

you find him in your room, staring at the lava lamp that he must've turned on at some point. he's transfixed. it's the first time you've seen him still and quiet in your entire time of knowing him.

"are you okay?" you ask him cautiously.

he doesn't look away - just reaches out with one clawed hand and beckons you. "here-" he says, gesturing for you to come over. "-get over here. look at this weird frickin' thing."

a little chuckle huffs its way up out of your lungs, a breath like the beat of a small bird's wing. you come and perch next to him on the bed. i like to think you both lose time like this: breath slowing, hearts slowing, eyes growing heavy. At some point, he shifts and curls into a ball next to you, a compact bundle of fur pressing warmth into your thigh and flank. He rests his chin on your knee, eyes following the soft floats of wax, reflecting the slow-moving light.

i imagine you both end up dozing off, actually. much-needed naps for the two of you.

of course rocket remains entranced in the coming days and eventually - maybe for winter holidays, or as a parting gift - you give him a package to take with him back to knowhere. two lava lamps: one to keep, you tell him, and one to take apart.

i imagine he comes back to visit you often. you're basically best frickin friends - how could he stay away? no matter how much he hates this rotten mudball, you're here, and that makes it a little bit of a home. on one visit - months later; maybe a year - he finally convinces you to join him. he's still trying to get you to move permanently out to knowhere so you can hang out whenever he's not, like, saving the galaxy - but for now, he just wants you to see how it is. a little vacation, he tells you.

he's sure you'll fall in love.

and you do. the streets, the people, the life. cosmo and kraglin and nebula. drax and the kids. yaro root is surprisingly delicious, and they put it in everything. the streets are built on music. string-lights spangle the streets when the artificial sun sets, and the milky fizzes are way more delicious than they'd sounded when rocket had described them.

and those aren't even the best parts.

the best part is when you head in to rocket's place later that night, after meeting everyone and sharing food and playing card games and listening to music and talking for the majority of the night. though rocket has a few other places he think you might like to actually live if he's successful in persuading you to stay, he'd planned on you crashing at his place for the duration of your visit. you both stumble in the shadowy doors - a little buzzy out of pure exhaustion and happiness.

and then he turns on the lights.

rocket doesn't think about it - doesn't even realize he hadn't already told you about it. but the dark room slowly blooms into a soft, moon-pale glow, all the light emanating from dozens on dozens of smooth, luminous columns.

rocket's whole apartment is jeweled with lava lamps.

they're set into shelves lining the space above his workbench. there's a massive pillar of soft light shining next to his bed - his real bed, mattress and everything, because he knew you were comin' and though he'd never say it, your comfort is important to him. there are lamps set into the walls, into the corners. a hundred strange, alien light-forms, plucked from planet earth like flowers and improved: made safer, made softer, made more hypnotic and soothing.

inadvertently, from millions of lightyears away, you've touched this place. you've helped turn his shell of a living space into a home for him - into a haven.

a soft bed.

blankets and pillows.

the beautiful living light of countless shimmering columns, welcoming him into something close to peacefulness, something close to rest.

the two of you stay up late that night: sprawled on the soft, cozy mattress, bundled up in blankets. talking, warming the air with your words and your breaths and your quiet laughs. you both watch the shifting shadows on the walls and the swimming shapes of the wax, as slow-moving as moon-jellies, and just as lovely. your eyelashes and his both grow heavier and heavier, softer and softer, until they rest, finally, feather-light on your cheeks.

and eventually, wrapped in these plush shadows and quilts and the quiet glow, you both fall asleep.

#rfh fluff #rfh asks #chippybritt #my love #rfh headcanons #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon fanfiction

[gingericywolf]

one day I'll make myself an Ao3 account, until then

[Carrying the bull's shadow part ??; A Safe Space (temp title?); Word count: 3875; have fun on this trip in Ben's mind]

Ben couldn’t sleep. He had tried, multiple times already that night, managing to only get short naps before his body woke up again. He looked at his watch, but it was useless, the thing had stopped at some point, not sure if the battery ran out or it just broke the day all fell, the hands fixing at 2:38 and never moving again. Why did he keep the thing he didn’t really know. Its reflective surface was good to start fires with the sun. Right. He closed his eyes hoping to rest at the images of flames flickering and rising, keeping him warm and cooking the fish he caught. But a few minutes later they were open again, mind on alert. It was a stupid habit that just didn’t want to let go from his time alone, when any sound would mean a dinosaur coming to get an easy meal, a sleeping human. Sleeping on trees had helped ease the constant anxiety a bit, at least from the idea of Compys chewing on him alive, not that they would have dared after that stunt he had pulled on them.

He could not stop the smirk coming and pulling at his lips at the memory. Yeah it had been like one of the worst days ever. Even then he couldn’t sleep, both for anxiety and Bumpy stealing his leaf ‘bed’ in the small shelter he had. And apparently he got a really bad temper when sleep deprived. He had snapped against Bumpy, scaring her away, shelter destroyed. And without the, at the time, baby ankylosaur at his side the Compys seemed to decide to torment him. The whole day, everytime more of them showed up, until after he had cried himself to sleep he woke up to a storm thundering and a swarm of like fifty-more Compys surrounding him. And that was the night they learned to fear Benjamin Fitzgerald Pincus. So many things changed since then. It was like the island opened a door for him, taking him in, and he became who he was now. Not anymore scared Ben from camp, but a true survivor, a fighter, the boy of the island, wild child, as sometimes they called him now. One that instead of running from an angry dinosaur would stand his ground and fight. And somehow this worried the rest of them more. I can take care of myself. They don’t have to worry. A bitter thought, but a true one. He had survived alone for he didn’t know how long while they had each other, easy access to ‘food’, if that canned stuff could be called food, and a “solid” safe base. If there was something that still scared him, it was the idea of turning back to who he was before. There were only a few times where he wished he wasn't like this, that he still was the same as before, that the… incident…, had never happened, that he could have stayed with the others from the moment of their stranding. For the most part he was happier with how things went. Here. On the island. He learned to call the place Home, to the point he was reconsidering leaving it. Staying on the island.

Maybe that was something he should have worried about more, but he was done worrying and overthinking and panicking and… oh that was what he was doing now, wasn’t it? Who did he want to fool, he still was scared of many things, he just learned to hide it better and to fight. Scared and armed, a terrible combination. He sighted and slowly started sitting up in his bunk, looking around.

It wasn’t actually his bunk, it was Yaz’s, but she was sharing the bed below with Sammy that night and he had been just too tired to stay on the couch or a branch, wanting the feeling of something closer to a bed under him.

And then he didn’t sleep, because of course that was how it worked.

He rolled over and silently jumped off, avoiding the creaking planks and casting a quick glance behind, making sure to not have disturbed the two girls cuddled together. Sammy holding Yaz and Yaz’s head resting on Sammy’s chest. Quite the adorable sight.

The impromptu cuddle sessions were probably the reason the two had claimed the bunks hidden behind the couch, which was the most amount of privacy any of them had… if you didn’t count the couch piece was usually Ben’s night spot, since he didn’t have a bed, and in the weeks passed he had gotten a lot of material to tease the Track-star like an annoying little sibling.

Peeking over he took a quick head count. Darius bunk was on the floor above, the only other instance of privacy in the treehouse, and hopefully he was asleep. Kenji was in the hammock at the other side of the treehouse, his tall frame barely fitting and one of his legs dangling out, but definitely sound asleep. A dinosaur could roar in his face and he would still keep on sleeping probably. Then the bunk on top… was empty. Must have been Brooklynn’s time to take watch. And indeed there she was next to the ladder, resting on the railing with her bat in hand. Rip the possibility of sneaking out. He could have managed if any of the others were up, but Brooklynn was impossible to deceive, second to her were only Yaz and himself probably. Still it didn’t kill to try. Unless Lynn hits me with that bat, then maybe it would kill to try.

Picking up his own weapon he silently moved out of his hiding spot, still sure to avoid the creaking and unstable bits of flooring. If he could reach the tree on the side maybe he could swing off the branches.

“Where are you going?” The whisper was loud enough for him to hear without disturbing the others, and the tone firm and serious. Ben froze in his tracks and slowly turned to the girl, trying to not look too guilty and come up with an excuse. Brooklynn was still facing the jungle, and not looking at him. How in hell did she bust him? And I'm the one with freaky jungle senses? 

“Uh. Umh. Bathroom?” He attempted. Oh now she turned her head towards him, eyebrow raised. Not buying it. He did not mean to make it sound like a question and that busted the lie.

“Ok ok… uh, just checking on Bumpy.” He hoped this was more convincing. 

Brooklynn pointed under the treehouse, where Bumpy was resting. Then she fully turned to him, arms crossed and bat bouncing, like the tail of a cat that was getting slightly pissed off. Pink hair glowing almost white in the moonlight and giving her a more menacing aura. 

“Oh, weeelll, look at her. Sleeping nicely” He said a bit too enthusiastically and leaning on the railing himself. Idea! “Yooou  know what, you look pretty tired too, why don't you go to have a nice rest, mm? I’m plenty awake. I can take the watch turn” He smiled at her, putting an arm around her shoulders and pointing at her bunk.

“And yooou know you are a terrible liar. Also Darius just woke me up for the turn change so, I’m plenty rested too.” She smugly said, “And as if I didn't know you’d sneak away god knows where.”

“Aw. shit.” He was so unlucky tonight, and if Darius had just woke her up then he probably was still awake too, so he was probably observing the interaction. He had noticed how he seemed to keep an extra eye on him. Everyone was worried he’d disappear in thin air. Sometimes he thought of doing it. There was a reason they didn’t let him do many night shifts.

With a groan, he basically slumped against the railing, letting one leg fall between the bars, enjoying the feeling of partly weightlessness.

“Ben?” She was looking at him, bat resting at her side. He gripped his spear tighter. 

With a roll of eyes Brooklynn went back to watch the jungle. “If you need to go out a bit, I'm not stopping you, you know. Just… don’t hide it. I guess we get a bit too much sometimes, but it’s just because we are..”

“Worried? yeah.. you guys don’t have to. I..”

“Can take care of yourself. We know.” She finished. “See you are fitting right back in, we are starting to know your lines.”

He should have been happy about that, why wasn't he? Still a small smile formed on his face. “I knew it was useless to try and sneak past you. Thanks for… letting me out,” he laughed a bit, “I just need to go on a walk and get some air. I can’t sleep anyway” He started making his way down the ladder, securing the spear in his belt.

“I’ll bring Bumpster with me, so I’ll not be alone. She will wake up anyway once she senses me on the ground, we have a bond like that.” He proudly smirked.

“Yeah sure, Wild Child. You and your Amazing Dino be careful, and don’t give me that look, I’ve heard some big roars.” That nickname Yaz had given him really had stuck with everyone it seemed.

Ben gave her a thumbs up, indicating he had heard her, and jumped the last steps landing on the ground. On cue, Bumpy stirred and looked at him questioningly.

He greeted her and patted her head, then rubbed her horns in apology for waking her up. He didn’t need to speak, but did anyway.

“Sorry girl, wanna go for a walk and get a midnight snack, or two or three a.m one. I have no clue what hour it is”. Walking at her side he directed her to the shrubbery and out the camp clearing.

Brooklynn watched him disappear in the dark jungle, a bad feeling of deja-vu coming to her. Then she looked at the upper floor of the treehouse and crossed eyes with Darius.

-

As he walked next to the bushes, Ben picked up a few berries and tossed them to Bumpy, who wasn’t one to refuse the sweet snacks. He felt bad for needing this time alone, but he also knew that if he didn’t move he would go insane in bed without sleep. He planned on tiring himself out so that at least the next night he would pass out without a doubt. 

He took a drink at the river and then kept walking along it, trying to remember to not stray too far from the camp. Bumpy nudged him in the arm.

“What's up girl?” She looked at him, making a low bellow. He wished he could understand her as well as she seemed to get him. After a while, heading back, they found a big bush, filled with the red berries they both loved. Bumpy started munching on it happily and Ben refilled his bag. You never had enough stash here in the jungle

As he did so his mind started spiraling again on many unsaid things. There was a lot he wasn’t sure he would ever be ready to share with the group. The only thing he ever talked about was his fight with Toro, and even there just part of it. He thought a lot about the Carnotaurus, who a few weeks after the fight, started appearing everywhere he went. Following him like a shadow. Or was Ben unknowingly following the dinosaur? Sure it was more than just coincidence, considering he even saw him…

He got distracted by some chirping and the sound of tossing around. Picking his spear back in hand he went looking. He took notice of Bumpy huffing and was quick to tell her she could keep on eating. He had an idea of what it was. He had been thinking about them just now.

And turning behind a big tree, he found exactly what he was thinking of. Two baby dinosaurs. Small nubs on their heads where horns would soon grow, bodies made for running, sharp pin-needle teeth filled mouths, rows of rounded scales on the striped coloration.

Baby Carnotaurus. And not just any Carnotaurus.

Toro’s babies.

“Ehi, Arrow, Bullet,” he called. Yes he had named them.

The two raised their heads and stopped play-fighting, or better to say Bullet stopped bullying her brother, to go and jump on him. Ben raised his braced arm with practice as the little one grabbed onto it and they started playing tug, while Arrow watched, unsure. Shy. Ben smiled at that, he reminded him so much of how he was before. Still once he grew up he would become one of the greatest predators of the island.

Bullet was total opposite of her brother, as one could easily tell. She was totally her father’s daughter, having earned his aggressive disposition. She was very much a bite first and think later. Just like me now. As much as it made him proud it also worried him, her recklessness could bring her to danger.  Just like the others worrying for me.

The brace snapped and Bullet ran away victorious with the bark piece in her mouth and low happy barks.

“Nice job girl, you were faster this time, I need to step up my game.” He clapped his hands. He had played with them like this a few times now, in the couple weeks they had hatched, sometimes even with Toro around watching. He wasn’t sure what all of that meant.

Truth was he only kept the brace for this. And for looks. He didn’t need it anymore, the skin under it having scarred completely. It was kinda ugly and he didn’t want to let the others see so he kept on covering it. Like he covered all the scars, the ones he could, physical and psychological ones. While he was overthinking again, Arrow had gotten closer, bumping his round scaly snout to his cheek, where another scar rested, one he could not hide. Then the chick crawled on his lap and half under his shirt, head poking at the neckline, nubs and scales tickling his chest. He laughed as the dinosaur shifted in a comfortable position and happily purred. He had been doing it since day one and didn’t seem to care he was quickly overgrowing his favorite spot. He checked back to see Bumpy still eating at the bush and he relaxed against the tree, before looking back again realizing they were quite close to camp.

Were the roars Brooklynn warned about Toro’s? Then where was he?

“What are you two doing over here, where is dad?”

That wording felt right.

Of course they could not answer him, instead just looking up with their big eyes. Bullet came at his side again, giving him the brace back, her little fangs showing through the lips and eyes shining.

“Round two?” He put the brace back on and prepared his arm again. It was harder playing with Arrow on his lap, chirping in protest. They kept playing for a while, until the ground started vibrating and the trees parted. The scarred Carnotaurus entering the small clearing.

Ben had smelled him before he came into view, the stench of burned flesh never seemingly leaving the creature. His skin still, and probably forever, not fully healed. He was amazed by how he still survived with everything he went through. With all the pain he was constantly subjected to. Probably as unlucky as he was.

The little ones ran to him chirping and he reached down rubbing his snout to theirs, lowly grumbling, sniffing. Then he saw Ben and grumbled again, louder. Before the boy could move the dinosaur closed the distance, leaving no way for escaping. Ben closed his eyes preparing for what was coming.

Lick.

Wet and sticky saliva all over him.

He opened an eye just as Toro snorted, the smell of rotting flesh from his meals filling the air around for a moment. He would definitely need to shower later. Another lick. His hair now sticking up like Kenji’s.

He was alive.

He was laughing.

He blinked trying to get the saliva out of his lashes, and looked up at the Carnotaurus. The scar on the snout glistening in the moonlight, mirroring the one on his cheek. His stomach twisted knowing he had partly reopened that scarring with the spear point at his side, hitting an already vulnerable spot. He looked into Toro's yellow eyes, and he was transported to a different clearing, at a more desperate him, ready to fight the one that was blocking his path, fear crashing through his body as he thought it was either win or death.

Rough scales rubbed against him and he took hold of the large head, scars brushing scars.

“What..” he managed to say, before the air was taken out of his lungs, body being pressed against the tree and he grabbed onto the horns. He felt his feet leave the ground as the dinosaur raised his head. “Well this is familiar.” He said, upper body now laying on the dinosaur head and snout, like it had once before, just that at that time he was being tossed around like on a rodeo bull, his shoulder scraped, remembering how it felt to hit the sharp horn. He also remembered the moment after it, when Toro roared at him and for a second he looked in his eyes and understood him. A feeling of respect and… something. Battle over. Then Bumpy came crashing before anything else could happen and the rest was so fast that he couldn’t rationalize anything. After that he just buried it all in his mind, happy to have Bumpy back and the rest is history.

Back to the moment he could hear the babies’ chitters under him as he was put back down. They twirled around his legs as Toro laid down, with a big yawn but not relaxing, curling his tail around the babies and the boy.

Ben remained watching a bit, still dumbfounded by the situation, before resting his back on Toro’s side, feeling the scales with one hand. They were different from Bumpy’s ones, having a more leathery feeling even burned, with occasional hard bumps. Osteoderms was not the right words to describe them, but the only one that popped up in his mind. Darius would have known better, but it was the only word he could think of as it was the word for Bumpy’s, who even in the less armored spots had constant hardened scales, rough to the touch, abrasive almost, if his legs where any proof of what riding a dinosaur without protection and in shorts was like. So similar yet so different. Thinking and overthinking all the encounters with the dinosaur as he memorized the feeling of each nub and scale.

He stretched his legs and yawned, before curling against the warm side, feeling it rise and lower with every breath. Arrow took back his place on his lap, and Ben started petting him; Bullet attached herself to his side. He looked at the two babies and then at Toro, his attentive gaze resting on the three of them, a huff puffing his nostrils, lips curled in an almost amused expression, before turning to the jungle again. Maybe Ben was getting tired, because his mind was starting to give him absurd ideas. Yet it seemed so logical. Observing the dinosaur. Was it a crazy realization he had just now, or had he been too blind to notice earlier.

He had greeted him like he did his babies, he let him play with them, brought him to his nest, he had been watching over him from way before, after their fight.

It was because of an interrupted, unfinished battle first.

It was because he saw him as one of his own too, now.

Well that was going to be a hard thing to explain to the others, he didn’t even know how to start. Or if he wanted too. There was so much he was keeping from them, but would they understand or think he had completely lost his mind? He had not realized it until now sure but he somehow had felt it anyway, in the way he always found him.

In a way he too had watched over Toro. That's how he knew that there was something that was making him nervous at this moment, feeling the twitching muscles behind him, as the big dinosaur looked around the darkness, keeping them all close.There was a reason he had been now openly ‘affectionate’ with him. If he had moved the babies closer and closer to where the kids camp was. He would not be surprised if one morning he found them under the ladder, or directly on the treehouse. He did not know what could cause the normally bold and aggressive dinosaur to be more on the defensive side, but for sure it could not be anything good. Not if he wanted to keep his family close.

A heavy thumping came from the bushes that got Toro to look in the direction, baring his teeth growling.

A familiar asymmetric head popped in, bellowing, tail swishing from side to side and thumping on the ground.

A Small body trembled under his shirt, Arrow hiding as well as he could, Bullet stretching with an annoyed peep.

“Ehi Bumpster, it’s all ok, see. We are all chilling.” He raised his hands to calm his friend. “Look”.

And Bumpy looked, at him, at the babies, at Toro, and she huffed. Almost looking more jealous than anything. This surprised Ben and he wondered if Bumpy already knew, if she and Toro understood each other or if they were too different species.

Toro looked away, not fully relaxed, remembering the hard hit he took from her and the humiliation of falling off the cliff, but not hostile, giving space.The ankylosaurus was Ben’s pack and he accepted that long ago. What he could not accept were other members of said pack.

After a bit Bumpy lumbered closer, lowering herself to the ground and then plopping on her side with a sigh, effectively creating a shield, her tail close to Toro’s front side and her head next to his tail. Theoretically keeping watch on the backside, but practically falling asleep after the fill of berries. This got Ben to truly smile, the two sides of his dino family being ok with each other.

Because Ben didn’t know how or when it happened exactly, how long it had really gone on, but now he knew. And somehow that made sense. For once in his life he found it easy to accept what was probably the strangest thing ever happened to him. It was easy to feel like, and maybe imagine, the dinosaur as a father figure, that here was where he belonged. More than his own home had ever felt to him. Looking at the baby Carnotaurus again, no, at his little siblings, he let his eyes close and finally that night, sleep found him peacefully in that safe space within the forest of Nublar.

you reached the end! here a little treat with some bonus images, what i actually see on my pc, a version that i could not replicate and an un-burned toro one

#jwcc: carrying the bull's shadow au #jwcc #camp cretaceous #toro jwcc #bumpy jwcc #ben pincus #arrow and bullet the baby carnos #giw art #giw writes #jurassic world #carnotaurus #ankylosaurs #brooklynn jwcc #B-team #darius bowman #jurassic world: camp cretaceous

[soft-teddybear]

ateez- meeting s/o after tour 

genre: fluff

cw: none that i’m aware

summary: ateez members seeing their s/o after they come back from their tour activities.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction based on my personal view of the members with no intention on being rude.

members under the cut

seonghwa missed you a lot but first things first, he takes a shower, changes to more comfortable clothes. then he takes all the time of the word to hug you close while telling you how much he missed you and ends up crying because it was a lot, and he makes you cry too. he wants to cook a yummy meal for both but you won’t let him since he’s really tired form the trip. in the kitchen you cook his favourite meal while listening to the tour stories seonghwa it’s telling you. holds your hand while eating because he wants to feel you close and ask lots of questions about your life: school, family, friends. he wants to know everything he missed.

hongjoong had you wanting at the airpot because you were scared he would go to the studio as soon as the plane landed. when he saw you there, ready to drive you both home he almost started crying but waited until you were in a private place, there he gave you hugs and kisses until he felt they were enough. the way home it’s silent but not uncomfortable, he takes a shower and you offer to take a nap together because he looks too tired and that’s what you do, he missed sleeping with your arms around him so doing it again was the best feeling in the world. when you both wake up it’s time to put each other to day, with all the details you can, still cuddling on bed.

yunho missed you so much that he asked you to stay at the dorms with him for some days, and you did. by the time he arrived form the airport you were already settled in. he hug you and didn’t wanted to let go, so you had to ask him to take a shower and walk him to the bathroom, after that he lets you speak first because he wants to know everything that he missed, and also because he wanted to take his time speaking without making you feel bad. when it’s his time shows you lots of pictures from the different places he went and then gave you the gifts he bought for you and they were some because he wanted to buy anything that remind him of you and tells you the stories behind them.

yeosang told you to go to the dorms the day after he arrived, he wanted to have the first day to rest and settle back in his room and be fully rested when its time for the both of you. big smile in his face form the moment he got your message saying you were on your way. lots of hugs and “i love you” from the moment he saw you, and even more when he notice you brought food with you. while eating he gives you all the gifts he bought, telling you all the stories around them and how much he missed you while walking through the cities, gets shy by the time he stops talking but you know that he really mean it so you start telling him how much you missed him.

san doesn’t wants to let go from te moment he sees you. lots go hugs, kisses, cuddles and physical touch. shows you pictures of the trip and recordings of the presentations because he wanted to hear your compliments, he missed them so much. hears to everything you have to say about your life and congratulates you for your accomplishments, even if they were small ones, gives you comforting words if you need them, and makes you move to the dorm for at least a week because he missed you so much he needs to have you physically close for a long time before he has to return to his regular activities.

mingi missed you so much that he literally cries the moment he saw you at the airport. hugs you so hard for so long because he doesn’t wants to let go and in a way he doesn’t: holds your hands all the way to your place. he’s just too exited and feels like that’s not real so your hand it’s a constant remainder that it is. mingi takes a shower at your place while you’re cooking because he missed home made meals and you knew it. when he’s done he starts telling you all kind of tour stories because he’s too exited to stop talking and you listen even thought he told you some of those stories back in the video call days. then it’s nap time with you between his arms and after he wakes up it’s time for all the gifts he bought you.

wooyoung it’s a clingy baby that wanted to waste no time, so as soon as he leaves the airport he’s on the way to your home. but by the time he arrives you’re still at class so he makes himself comfortable, getting energy to be ready to speak non stop when you arrive home. you arrive with his favourite take out because you knew he was craving it and you were too hungry to cook, but meal time it’s everything but silent, wooyoung starts speaking by telling you how much he missed you, how thankful he is for the food and then all the stories he remembers form tour. then it’s cuddle time, he can’t take his hands out of you or he sulks, listen to all of your stories with a big smile.

jongho didn’t expected that you’ll be at the airport, waiting for him to go home because you told him that you were going to be busy that day and it was true, but you got out earlier and wanted to surprise him, and he was surprised, but he wasn’t ready to go with you, so you both ended in the dorms but his big gummy smile can’t leave his face, lots of cuddles because he missed how it felt to have you close. listen to all you have to say with his full attention and tells you how happy he is to be with you again before he starts telling all the stories form tour he could remember all while he was holding you close and leaving small kisses on your head from time to time.

#ateez fluff #ateez mingi #ateez reactions #ateez san #ateez seonghwa #ateez wooyoung #ateez yeosang #ateez yunho #rosie writes #ateez hongjoong #ateez jongho #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez atiny #ateez headcanons #ateez au #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop fic #kpop fanfic

[sicjimin]

— Not Even Witchcraft Could Help —

a.n : hi! wow it's been like .. 3 months. it took a lot from me to muster up this supposed to be drabble .. i think i have lost my touch for writing lol because i dont even know what is this or is this good or ... whatever 🥲 i hope anyone that read this .. like it ? i guess ? this supposed to be a silly little drabble where Yoongi is a witch and trying to help his little sick human Jimin, but i got carried away as always so it becomes long .. im so sorry if this absurd or make nosense in anyway 😁

tw : emeto

To his defends, Jimin can say he has a quite strong immune. Well yeah, maybe isn't as strong as Seokjin, or Yoongi—his boyfriend—that could still function even after get rained on, living off 3 hours of sleep, and other quite sick-inducing habits. He got his fair shares of flu, but it's never bad. Maybe a nightly fever, congested nose, few days of cough, and then he's better.

It started when Jimin got home from his practice session with fever this afternoon. Stumbling into his apartment with half conscious mind as dizziness muddled his brain. He plopped into the couch, curled himself small there—tugging his coat as far as it can be to cover himself because the act to get a blanket properly is waay to exhausting for him. He just wanted to sleep. It didn't take long for him to lost against sleep, and only being awakened by a panicked Yoongi, as his boyfriend fussing to touch his forehead cheeks and even arms.

So, he can't really blame Yoongi to be this ... awkward tending his emotional-sick traits, as he currently sniffling after a whole good minutes of crying after throwing up bouts of the older (supposed to be) healing teas.

"Jimin-ah .. love .. you're sick? You're burning up! and why you still in this clothes? How long have you been here? Have you eat anything?"

Jimin groans, burrying his face further into one of their fluffy cushions as he felt even groggy after his short naps. "Mhm .. i think so?", he managed to croak out before his throat decided that the effort to speak was too much and burst into a fit of coughs. "My head hurts .. and cold ..", he added after sucking a big gush of fresh air. "I feel awful hyung"

He barely remember anything after that ; he vaguely remembered Yoongi fussing around him with warm chamomile tea, making him eat few spoonful of food, then he remembered getting drawn into a warm bath and suddenly he was on the bed. He also remembered Yoongi cuddled up against him, tucking the blanket high up under his chin, and play with his hair until everything is pitched black for him.

Jimin didn't know how long he has been asleep. But his distorted-feverish mind know that it's still night time or maybe dawn, judging from their dim bedroom with no hint of sunlight from the curtains—and soft snores from his boyfriend. Jimin stirs a little, feeling his stomach rumbles, except its not in a hungry way—but in a "i'm about to puke" kind of way. He winces, trying not to let out any moans or groans of discomfort as he shuffles away from the older sturdy chest. He huffs, grabbing his phone to check the time, but his eyelids seem to weigh a ton. His brain is foggy and lethargic as he rolls further.

"Ugh..." he mutters, putting down his phone and trying to get comfortable—coming into a realization that he's not awake by his own will. Not that his body decided to wake him up because he already got enough sleep; but because he's reaching the peak of his sickness.

Unfortunately, the little movement only worsens the feeling churning inside his bloated stomach—it keeps roiling around, making him feel like he'll be sick to his guts any minute now. The faint sense of dizziness that makes the bed spins a little when he moves also did not help his predicament.

With great effort, Jimin tries to move and sit up properly. His stomach rumbles more fiercely with each movement, the cramps growing in intensity. It's taking everything he got not to vomit, as the acidic bile keeps churning around inside of him. He takes a deep breath, trying to hold it all down as he slowly gets to his feet—he's going to be sick, and it's better safe than sorry. He didn't want to make Yoongi cleaned up the sheets right when he wakes up later.

Everything hurts.

"Fuck... this... this is not good...", Jimin mumbles, as he hobbles slowly to the bathroom—hands circling around his mid section as his guts growling and gurgling louder and louder with each step. He can taste the food Yoongi made him to eat few hours ago on his tongue as he burps on the bathroom treshold. He closes the bathroom door slowly, not wanting to make such a commotion that could wake Yoongi up. He huffs, closing his eyes as he grabs the edge of the toilet—feeling his inside rolls like clothes in washing machine—and begins to cough and gag. It was empty at first, but its thicken the nausea until he can't hold it back anymore. The foulness pours from his mouth in a heavy stream. His stomach heaving violently, pushing and contracting against itself as water and half digested food rushing to get out of his body. It's horrible, but it feels like some kind of relief.

"Ah ..", Jimin moans once it's over. He closes his eyes, breathing hard and gulping air, waiting for the next wave to hit—knowing that it's only the beginning. His clammy hands reached over his stomach, he hissed a little as the coldness of his palm burns against his feverish body, and begins to gently rubs it.

It aches.

"Min .. are you in there?"

Jimin is too busy shivering and wiping bile off his face to respond to Yoongi's voice right away. He leans up against the bowl, his body trembling, as he tries to catch his breath. "I... I'm okay. Just... got sick. That's all. I'm fine." The sourness of his voice sounds like it was dragged up from his stomach.

Jimin hears the footsteps coming closer, but he barely could pay any attention to it as he instinctively hunch over to brace for the next wave of retching. The bathroom door opens and he shut your eyes—already feeling water creeping up to his throat.

"Baby .. why didn't you wake me up?", Yoongi's deep yet soothing voice drawn around him, followed by his hand tracing along Jimin's spines. Jimin shuddered at the touch.

Yoongi continuous mumbles feels like a spell against the ringing on his ears. "This ...", Jimin spits as he tries to catch his breath, "Is digusting"

"I—", as Jimin attempts to speak, another surge of vomit rises up in his throat. He gags and it pushes out, this time with even more force. It's almost like he has to get his stomach's entire contents out as soon as possible before his body calms down. He grips the toilet bowl and shuts his eyes tightly.

"Breathe .. Jimin-ah, breathe .. you're okay .. let it out"

He hears the older chuckles, before a tissue comes into his eyesight. Jimin slumps down, and mumbles a small thankyou as he cleans up his nose and lips.

Gosh .. he must've look like a whole mess.

"You're sick, that's justified", Yoongi hums, tucking the younger sweaty hair in, "Are you feeling better?"

Jimin doesn't answer him right away as he tries to regain his strength slowly to come back to him. The nausea has subsided. But he's still reeling. His head still feels woozy. Not to mention his body feels exhausted and shaky from what just happened. "Mhm .. still nauseous though", he croaks out as he pats his stomach, assessing if it's safe for him to move around. "I will wait for few minutes here .. i'm afraid i will puke again if i move", he decides with a sigh, leaning against his boyfriend that quick to accept the sudden add of weight.

"Do you want something?", Jimin closes his eyes as he feel Yoongi's chest rumbles, "Mhm ... can you be my witch boyfriend right now and musters up your tea? Anything that could make this sickness away in 5 minutes .. i feel like death hyung .."

Jimin didn't need to rolls his body to see that the older is rolling his eyes as the latter scoffs, then there's a pinch on his cheeks.

Jimin pouts.

"You're a brat, you know. You hate those tea"

Jimin peels himself away, squeezing his eyes when the bathroom tilts a little.

"Please hyung? I think it's better than anything now", he whines as he rubs his nose bridge, then grinning when Yoongi sighing and leans forward, "Okay .. i will try to make it", he mumbles, ruffling Jimin's hair as he stepped out toward the kitchen.

"Hyung! Can you make it sweeter? It was sooo bitter last time"

"Mhm, noted, Your Majesty"

It takes more than few minutes, as Jimin already successfully migrates towards the bed without hurling his inside and dozes off few times, when Yoongi shuffles into the room with warm cup on his hand. "Here ..", the latter helps him sits up and hands him the tea. "Don't force yourself to drink it .. i know it tastes awful", he mutters sheepishly, maybe borderline worried as his eyes never leave the younger—as if he wants to tackles the cups away.

"Thank you hyung", Jimin mumbles as he takes a breath from the steam. It smells normal, and he feels a bit of awe as he could feel his head getting clearer and not as fuzzy as before.

This gonna works.

He takes a small sips, an icky, syrupy flavour immediately glued itself to the inside of Jimin's mouth, enveloping his teeth and tongue in a syrupy goo. He bravely gulped down the dreadful concoction, doing his utmost to stifle a gag and not reveal just how horrendous the tea was. As he cautiously lifted his gaze back to Yoongi, that eyeing him worriedly, he offered a nervous smile and a single nod, "Thanks, love, it tastes...better"

"Really?", Yoongi lifts one of his eyebrows, doubting his kind by default boyfriend, but also there's a hint of hopeful tone in there.

Jimin hums, taking a deep breath and take another gulp.

But maybe a sick body really can't lie—the response was fast and immediate, barely giving both of them time to react, as Jimin suddenly lurch into a loud gag. Yoongi's eyes widen, quickly swiped trashcan from the corner of their room, and places it under the younger lips as Jimin looks like he's one second away from bursting.

"Hyung .. i'm sorry—", Jimin chokes out before all the concoction he just drank and whatever was left over from the earlier gushing out of him in a big wave. It doesn't take much energy to bring everything up as suddenly everything is nauseating for him. His mouth feels like it's coated thick with the taste of the tea and it's overwhelming. His stomach responding to it with eagerly twisting his guts out and about. For a solid minutes, it's only Jimin's loud belches and gags along with Yoongi's worried murmurs that could be heard in that room.

"Hyung ... fuck .. i'm so sorry", Jimin sniffles when he's out of the nausea spells. His eyes glassy as he watches the older quietly put away the soiled trashcan, and takes away the cup from his shaky hands.

Jimin is about to cry as his words meet with silence—he watches the older busying himself to clean everything up, and it's when Yoongi in the bathroom, cleaning the trashcan that the bubbles burst. He feels guilty ; knowing that it's literally ass cracked of time, Yoongi is definitely tired after long day of works just like him, he had taking care of him earlier and yet Jimin not only thrown up his food—but also the tea that he Asks for. He already promised to drink it and push the older to make it when Yoongi himself know how it will turn out—Gosh .. he's really an awful boyfriend. Yoongi has doing a lot for him and yet—

"Jimin-ah .. hey .. breathe baby", Jimin didn't even realized that his breathe has come in a short intervals until Yoongi caresses his tears-coated cheeks, "Breathe .. it's okay, why are you crying?"

Jimin sniffles, for some reason, the question only makes his guilt swells even more. He looks up, letting Yoongi get ahold of his eyes—hoping that the witch could read his mind even his sight is blurry with tears—before letting himself falls into his boyfriend shoulders as the latter pulls him in with a chuckles, "Baby .. it's okay .. like i tell you earlier, i know the tea is awful. It's fine", Yoongi tries to say gently but the words fall flat and Jimin whines again. "No ..."

"What no?", Yoongi giggles now, "You just have thrown up too, there's no way your body can handle a bitter liquid shoved up like that .. it's okay", he adds, "Now let's not get yourself worked up, and rest .. okay? I will make you chamomile tea later, a normal one, no witchcraft involved"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi

[kazemi-archive]

A small Tsukishima idea based on the little AU that @northofneverland and I have been brainstorming lately....

Word Count: ~0.5k

Tsukishima who knows how hard you’ve been working to take care of your newborn baby, that even though you’ve taken time off of work that being a new mom is a full time job of its own. He admires the work you put into keeping your baby happy and healthy. Worships you for making sure there’s food on the table too. Never complains about anything because you already do more than he asks from you.

When he comes home from his job at the museum he often finds you napping on the armchair with your baby wrapping in your arms. So he resolves-when you’re yawning your way through dinner-that he won’t let you lift a finger for the rest of the night, will make sure that you get a full night’s sleep tonight.

So when you’re sleeping soundly next to him and he hears your baby fuss just a little bit on the baby monitor he makes sure to turn the volume down on your end. He makes sure to slip out of bed slowly, careful to not disturb you at all. To be quiet, not even shutting the door all the way because he had the tendency to accidentally slam it no matter how hard he tried not to.

Your mother instincts are what wake you, a small tugging on your insides that tell you that you should be awake. not the sound of your baby crying. You blink a couple times, still not used to the instinctual responses to things. You realize then that your bed is empty, thinking maybe the lack of Kei next to you is why you’ve woken up. The clock is glowing 2:27am and you can’t imagine why Kei would still be awake.

You’re still groggy but you can tell something else is off. And then it clicks. You can’t hear the baby monitor, can’t hear your baby. Your hands are desperate to find the monitor, already turning the volume up before it fully comes into your vision. Your baby is crying and you’re ready to jump out of bed when you hear it.

Kei’s voice as the door to your baby’s room creaks. “Hey, hey its okay, I’m here.” His lanky body appears in the blurry frame of the video screen in your hands now as he nears your crying baby. “Hey little dinosaur,” he chuckled at himself and you can’t help but smile as Kei brings your small child up and cradles the small bundle against his chest, “you gotta quiet down. Mama’s tired and needs some sleep, me and you though, we got this little dinosaur.”

And the warmth that fills your chest as you watch him handle your baby makes you want to get out of bed and go to the two people closest to your heart. But you wouldn’t make Kei’s efforts in vain. You would watch fondly as Kei lightly bounced your little dinosaur in his arms.

#𓇻 ideas

[flyingwargle]

flufftober day 29: "hey, wake up!" / "oh, no, you're a morning person!" / bronseele

someone prods her shoulder. “seele, wake up.”

it’s enough to stir her from her slumber, but she’s stubborn and wants to hold onto the bed’s comfort and blanket’s warmth. when someone nudges her again, she snuggles deeper beneath her cocoon, in an attempt to melt into the mattress. “five more minutes…”

“you’ve been saying that for the last ten minutes. i’ve already gotten dressed.”

“mm…good for you…”

there’s a slight pause, then a sigh. “seele. we still have duties to attend to.”

that makes her roll over and open a bleary eye at bronya – or what she thinks is bronya. it’s hard to tell, with the dim lighting. “what time is it?” seele mumbles.

“just after dawn. six o’clock, i believe?”

seele stares, drowsy mind slow to process the answer. “what?”

“it’s passed dawn,” bronya repeats. “that means it’s time to wake up and start the day.” she moves out of view, and a splash of light draws seele’s attention. bronya has pulled the curtain aside to reveal a darkened administrative district. “don’t you see the light on the horizon?”

she doesn’t look, incredulous gaze focused on her. “how many hours of sleep did you get?”

“how is that relevant?”

“we were up passed midnight. aren’t you tired?”

bronya frowns. “tired or not, i still have my duties. don’t you have a similar routine in the underworld?”

“yeah, but it doesn’t start at six.”

“last i heard, the miners start work at five.”

seele shrugs. “no one causes trouble until morning coffee at ten.” or maybe that’s because it’s when she’s up and about, and no one would dare mess with her. delusional, oleg’s exasperated mutter echoes in her ear. “what’s there to do so early in the morning, anyway?”

“plenty. soldiers are briefed on the day’s tasks, meet with their patrols, discuss assignments…”

“cool. that has nothing to do with me. i’m going back to sleep.”

“seele.” her name is soft with bronya’s gentle lilt. “being a morning person has its advantages. don’t you want to see how belobog is like in the early morning?”

does it matter? she wants to comment, but refrains. the underworld never sees day or night, stuck beneath an eternity of artificial lights. she had only heard of sunlight from word of mouth, hadn’t experienced it until the entrance was unsealed. is it anything impressive? not really, but clearly, bronya thinks so. “fine. but you better let me take a nap later.”

they walk through qilpoth fort to the mess hall, guided by the scent of eggs, toast, and coffee. already, the benches are filled with soldiers, and when a captain spots them, he shouts a command for the men to greet and bow before their supreme guardian. seele jumps at the unison of stomping feet; bronya is unfazed.

it’s interesting to watch the inner workings of the military. seele sits with her heaping plate of hot food and cup of coffee as bronya visits each table to greet her subordinates. though they’re all similarly dressed, she greets them by name and a smile – certainly a quality that comes from her level of authority.

soon, the men are deployed to their assigned stations. bronya and seele step into the cold after them, frozen breaths billowing. the horizon is lit up with new light, reflecting off the clouded sky. light snow falls upon the deserted plaza, over the shuttered storefronts, and empty benches. darkness still clings onto the world, but it won’t be long before morning comes.

bronya murmurs a prayer beside her. “in the name of the preservation, i resolve to protect belobog for another day toward the future.”

“what’s all that about?” seele inquires.

“it’s a vow. from the moment the day starts to when it ends, we will work to make our home a better place, so it can preserve into the future.” she lifts her head, eyes clear, but it’s thanks to the morning’s glow that seele sees the shadows that haunt her eyes, the tiredness that laces her stance.

“i think you’re going to fall faster than belobog, at this point.” seele offers her a hand. “tell you what – let’s go on a patrol, and then we’ll come back for a nap. i don’t care if you’re a morning person or have work to do, but if you don’t have enough rest, you’re going to fall. sounds fair?”

bronya stares at her for a moment but eventually fits her hand in hers. “all right. perhaps, afterwards, you can show me what your routine is like in the underworld?”

“of course, but only after a nap.”

#text #flyingwargle original #drabble #honkai star rail #honkai drabble #bronya #seele #bronseele #flufftober 2023 #transience #tales of the heart

[suhlogic]

yours to have and to hold — j. suh x fem!reader

idol!johnny x non-idol!wife reader 

all written in lowercase

word count: 2,114k

genre: fluff, smut, slice of life

warnings: unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, biting kink, oral ( f receiving), squirting, use of sex toy

[7:00am]

_________ wakes up to an empty spot next to hers on the bed she and johnny shared. this has been quite the common thing in the suh household since johnny started touring once again, although the tour dates were quite far off with each other and were announced quite hastily by their company which gave them more time to spend with him, he himself really could get frustrated because their schedules as a group were also unpredictable making it hard for him to plan family vacations for them and to visit his parents back home. nevertheless, even though his agitation could be easily well-read by _______, he was beyond grateful his wife was understanding, patient, and calm. even though _____ woke up without her husband by her side that day, she grabbed her phone to facetime him for a bit. waiting for him to pick up, she walked towards their daughter's bedroom finding her stirring awake just in time for johnny to answer the call. 

______ set the phone down as she picked up margo, "hi babe, did she just wake up?" johnny asks, clearly still doing a soundcheck rehearsal. "yeah, she just did...what about you? are you done practicing?" _____ asked as she starts to notice margo crying begging for milk signaling that she was fully awake already. johnny couldn't help but pout and be so endeared at the sight of his wife and kid, as ______  was trying to calm her down by handing her the milk bottle, her cries became louder. while _____ was busy trying to feed margo, johnny had his mic turned on and began to sing pandora's box which immediately had his daughter quiet down. 

"honey, thank you...really..." _____ said with still sleepy eyes as johnny smiled with half moon eyes. the song was always his kid's favorite. "are you guys immediately going home after the concert? we miss you so much, john" she said as she turned margo to the phone facing her dad. "hi sweetie, i miss you and your mom so much...i'll be home soon okay?" he said as he raised his pinky to the camera which had you and your daughter do the same. "i'll pinky promise on that." he said with a soft smile. the call with johnny went on for a while exchanging laughters and jokes between you three before he had to hang up to prepare for the show. 

dating johnny for a good 2 years before he proposed definitely did have its ups and downs mainly due to the industry he was in, it wasn't always easy for them but the now-married couple pulled through and they couldn't have been any happier. it took a while for the company to warm up to the fact that one of their top idols was dating someone and not long after the engagement, the two of them were allowed to go public. despite the flashing lights and headlines constantly surrounding them, the suh family still managed to keep everything private although fans also knew about johnny and _______'s life. however, both of them wouldn't trade their small family for anything and were content with what they have. 

[8:30am]

________ was cooking breakfast while margo was sat on her baby chair eating her food. "hm, should we do something for daddy later?" she cooed at her daughter which was returned with a big toothless grin. after washing up, the two of them were gathered in the living room creating a small homecoming card and a banner for johnny. paint was all over margo's hand but it sure made a great bonding time for both. they were both decorating, well, mostly ______  just in time for johnny to come home tomorrow. after taking an afternoon nap with margo nestled between her chest, ______ woke up to the sound of her phone pinging.

4 text messages for johnny 

[11:00am] hi babe, how are you both doing? 

[11:10am] we just wrapped up the show, u 2 must be asleep rn hahaha

[11:15am] anyways, i got my 2 best girls gifts 💗 i love you both

[11:20am] we're otw to the airport in a few mins, cant wait to come home soon. i'll be there before you know it! <3

_______ smiled at her phone upon seeing his texts. she was counting down the hours until he gets home. margo too, noticed her mom smiling and just babbled with another grin. "daddy's coming home tomorrow bub!" she picked her up and cooed as margo's reddish cheeks lit up. margo was the perfect mix of her parents, she has her dad's smile, lips, and nose and her mom's eyes. 

[tuesday, 2:00pm]

_______ was preparing food for johnny, just a small cooking of his favorite dishes he's grown to love when she cooked it. by the time she was done, she already had margo in her arms and was giddy to see her dad. _______ could hear keys fumbling from outside which made her heart beat faster like the first time johnny introduced himself to her. no matter how many times she woke up next to him or walked into their door after a long day at the studio or from dance practice, even after touring, she still felt sparks fly. not a day goes by she was always falling in love with her husband harder and harder every minute. the door opened, johnny stood with his luggage and bag across his body wearing a black and white knitted sweater with his flared sweatpants and looked cozy as ever. 

"i'm home, honey" he smiled, pulling his wife and kid into a hug. ______ stood on her tippy toes placing a quick kiss on his lips. "babe, margo and i did something for you." she softly said as they both sat down. his luggage and bag now in the corner of the living room. johnny picked up his kid and was playing with her and handed her a gift which was a medium-sized teddy bear. "see margo, whenever i'm away you can just hug this so i'm always with you okay?" he said fondly and she melted at the sight of them bonding. the afternoon went by a breeze eating a heartily meal and talking just about everything.

[8:00pm]

as _______ was  getting ready for bed, johnny came up from behind giving her a back hug. "is she asleep already?" she asked and he just hummed in agreement against the crook of her neck. "hmm...that means we can try the gift i bought then?" you feel him smirk which made you turn to him up front. he walked over to the bed and sat on its edge to reach for a small, red, expensive box with a ribbon around it. he then handed it to her, still standing in front of him anticipating what was inside the box. johnny pulled her down to his lap to sit on, feeling his growing boner underneath her bare ass. "open it, princess... it's all for you," he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. _______ hitched a breath as she opened the box, where a silver vibrator was sitting in its case. gleaming under the warm light of the bedside lamp. "babe... oh wow," she gasped at the unexpected gift, turning to him and locking lips with johnny. he then cupped her face as she started grinding harder against him, desperate to feel his cock inside her. "i know you would love it," he smirked as he flipped her over so he'd be on top. johnny began to fondle her tits through her (his) shirt as she started to moan begging to be touched. he slowly pulled off the shirt on her and latched his lips onto her nipple as the other hand began to massage and fondle the other one. his tongue rubbing circles and figure eights on it. 

"you look so fucking gorgeous begging for me," he said in between breaths. "johnny, please i need you down there," she pleaded giving him soft doe eyes. "gotta be clearer with your words princess..." he mischievously said, starting to rub her wetness through her shorts. "daddy....please..need you to fuck my pussy...put a baby in me..." she desperately begged between cries of pleasure, cheeks flushed. johnny loved seeing her be this submissive all for him, her pleas made him smirk and with this, he pulled down her shorts, the wet slick glistening against her pussy as johnny rubbed his middle finger through her dripping core. "you like this, slut? just so good for me, so desperate for my fingers and cock." he said in a dark yet sultry tone while he inserted two fingers which elicited a moan from her as he began to also rub the sensitive bud of her clit with his thumb. while scissoring his fingers inside her, he went down on her. 

face coming in contact with her core and started to eat her out while fingering her. "babe...i'm fucking close...please..." she whined. "you don't get to cum until i say so princess..." he said, coming up from eating her out. the lack of contact making her beg for more, johnny then reached for the box where the vibrator was and took it out as he turned it on the low setting. "tell me if the vibrator hurts okay? i'll stop if it does." he says gently kissing her forehead as he started to rub it against her clit. she let out a loud moan at the sensation, screams and whines begging for more.  she was nearing her high when all of a sudden johnny turned off the vibrator, covered in her slick. "daddy...please i've been good let me cum...." she begged with tears filling her eyes at the mix of pleasure and pain. feeling the knot in her stomach gradually loosen, johnny then pulled off his boxers. his cock rock hard, long, and girthy. 

no matter how many time she got fucked by him, his size is something she could never get used to. johnny was huge in every sense of the word and it definitely worked in both their favors in the bedroom. he then rubbed the tip of his dick through her slit, aching and begging for him to just put it inside of her. johnny hissed at the contact, it had been too long...way too fucking long for both of them since they made love like this. "johnny...please put it in..." she whined once more before he gently inserted his length slowly pounding into her. the stretch stung at first but it felt so good. as he held the small of her back to sit her up, johnny grabbed the vibrator once more and set it on the medium setting as he rubbed it up against her swollen clit. as his thrusts got faster,  she cried out moans of pleasure screaming his name.

 "daddy...oh my god...please...harder" she moaned while johnny just smirked saying "there's no god here baby, it's only me." while staring straight into her eyes, all fucked out with a cockdrunk gaze. johnny switched the vibrator to its highest setting and  ______ was seeing stars at how good it felt as her husband was fucking his dick into her and not long after she felt her release washing over her. "fuck...always so tight around me, i'm cumming..." johnny gritted through his teeth as she nibbled on the skin of his collarbone suppressing her moans not to wake their daughter up or the neighbors for that matter. "princess, i wanna hear you...don't hide from daddy," he said, thrusting harder and sloppier as _______ felt his dick touch her cervix. she pulled away from his collarbone and kept moaning and screaming in pure bliss. ________ felt a different wave of climax over her, "johnny, more please...i'm close...let me cum," she pleaded, "i'm close too princess..." he said as let go. "baby, i didn't know you were a squirter,"  he smiled in awe looking down at the mess of a puddle she made on their bedsheet. with this, she was too fucked out and just let johnny hold her in his strong, toned arms for a while until johnny got up to get a hand towel to wipe both of themselves. 

"you were so hot squirting, babe. i wanna make you do that again." he said, kissing her inner thighs before actually wiping the dried cum off her. 

after cleaning up, the couple dozed off to sleep not long after whispering i love you's and laughters in between the sheets that were only covering their naked bodies tangled in one another. johnny wouldn't have it any other way having _____ be this delicate asleep in his arms.

#johnny nct smut #johnny suh #johnny nct fluff #johnny nct imagines #nct 127 #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 fics #johnny suh x reader #nct 127 x reader

[peachywontyell]

i said the chances of me writing the feral version of these hcs was high in part one so here we are. the chances of me making a part 3? even higher. these are all so very self-indulgent.

written with a fem, latina, plus size reader in mind

for the love of god don't interact if you aren't 18+

poly jenny & jaime🫶🏾

-it took a lil getting used to, adding another body to activities, but everyone figured it out quick. figured out some dynamics too.

-makeout sessions galore. since they can't be touchy-feely at work, as soon as everyone is back home and cozy, it's time to pile on the couch. a mess of limbs and mouths. hands grabbing, touching and pulling, sweet whines and low groans.

-jaime always ends up with the most hickeys and marks on his pretty skin. even his back and shoulders aren't spared. khaji can heal those things quickly, so you and jenny take full advantage of it.

-youre the one with the second most on your body. you work from home the majority of the time, so they can be more flashy with their placements

-it's not like jenny doesn't like them on herself, however she prefers them in places where only her and her partners can see. from her ribs down its fair game.

-they are very reactive to gentle (and not so gentle) touches, especially when you're sitting in one of their laps while making out. a hand tangled in their hair while the other caresses their face softly.

-jaime is so easy to fluster; you and jenny use this to your advantage. ay, you guys are "accidentally" in a compromising position as soon as he walks through the door? oh no! how terrible! this was definitely not planned!

-the one time it wasn't planned though, almost killed him. you were sprawled out on the bed with jennys knee between your thighs so you could get some friction as you moved your hips. she loomed over you, pinning your hands at your sides and she looked like she could eat you whole.

"carajo, jenny plis plis plis, oh my god"*

"please what? if you want to cum, it's gonna be like this"

-the way she smirked and spoke in such a sickly sweet voice almost pushed you over the edge then and there. jaime isn't sure he's breathing anymore. he had just come back from visiting his family (read as abuela cocinó y lo mandaron a buscar comida)** and he walks in on his girlfriends like this? khaji has to tell him to sit down.

-he does. at the edge of the bed by your head. the hellos are very short, the kisses? not so much. he asks if he can touch you and before he even finishes the sentence you're nodding because of course you want his hands all over you. his hand slip under your shirt pushing it up and jennys let go of your wrists and grabs your thighs. she really has to resist the urge to bite them

-you're suddenly very aware that you're the only one that's almost naked, with a t-shirt that's practically already off with how far up it's been pushed and underwear.

-"jaime, mucha ropa- demasiada"*** you don't even have to tell him twice, he's already stripping, two pairs of eyes watching him like a hawk.

-he is so so so hard and you decide then and there that you need to give him some of the best head of his life. so when he sits back down you don't waste much time and pull him close enough that you can rest your head on his thigh, pull the waistband of his boxers down and take him in your mouth. the noises that left everyone at the sight and feeling were heavenly.

-at one point you stopped feeling jennys presence for a minute or two, until she comes back. very naked.

-pulls off your underwear, straddles you in a way where you can both grind and it gets sloppy for everyone after that. the nap after the event is so good though.

*"fuck jenny please please please, oh my god"

**(read as his grandma cooked and yall sent him over to get food)

*** "jaime, you have too much clothes on, too much"

#peachy thinks thoughts! #i want them so bad #theyre such a hot couple #holy fuck #jaime reyes x jenny kord #jaime reyes #jenny kord #jaime reyes x jenny kord x reader #blue beetle (2023) #blue beetle #x reader #plus size reader #latina reader #again reitero ese tag y el de plus size #cause my ass is always looking for some rep and there is very little #jaime reyes smut #jenny kord smut

[fireproofphoenix]

So I've been playing Palworld and it's scratched that itch I had back when Ark was also new and wonky as all hell. I love finding wonky shit that will be patched soon enough that I otherwise would never had seen if it was a polished game already. That's not the point. The point is the day I reached 365 in-game days on my character, I was taken to Hell and God spoke to me.

This is a somewhat long tale because I can't seem to tell a story without lots of details but ehh.

Now I know it wasn't intended as such but I know what I know man. See I'm all about breaking games. I enjoy speed running and clipping objects, and let me tell you about unintended files stored as magic boxes behind a fireplace in Skyrim! Naturally then, I have used some less than authentic things in the year.

Have I maybe held a conversation about the pros and cons between two Chikipi in the inventory of a Black Marketeer while my Quivern roasted him alive in the background so I could loot his corpse of 35k gold? Perhaps.

Have I ever intentionally instigated a riot in one of the only civilized parts of this island of nightmares? Have I led that bloodthirsty mob then against the leaders of the cults and/or organizations that control the island with the intent of forcing their leaders and their partner creature into a sphere thanks to an exploit allowing me to catch them? It's possible.

But no, instead me and Immortal the Shadowbeak decided to visit his home realm. See I was doing the now-known trick of butchering a pal and then riding them to prevent them from dying. Didn't realize how it worked, really, i just knew to try riding him during the second loop of the animation. I'd discovered this from dropping the controller in a panic as my cat made a mad dash and knocked over my coffee.

I figured out the rhythm of it. I was killing and harvesting this beast endlessly! It refused to stay dead under my guiding hand. Sure it was eternally blurred out with that pixil-y cloud, but that's because we should not gaze directly upon the divine, as this death transcendent hippogriff clearly was. I explain this in a sleep deprived mania to my roommate. They suggest a nap. I disagree. Another coffee means I can continue the immortal butchering.

Then we Fell the first time. I'm no stranger to being out of bounds in a game mind you. Hell my favorite mining route meant clipping through a mountain in another game. This is Fine™ so I land in the water under the map. Recall people saying online that the dungeons and whatnot are just hidden pockets under the world. Maybe that's where I was? Didn't care. Immortal Shadowbeak was there with me still. I continued the butchering unimpeded. Must get technology books for unlocking more shelves.

Over time I have repeatedly entered the Undersea. Sometimes its from exploring, but no, I have a Rushoar and he is called Sæhrímnir and he will take me to the Undersea every time. No matter what. Every other Immortal has regenerated every reload of the save and lost their pixel cloud, but remains censored to this day. But a man needs bacon for his eggs so I butcher him like his namesake to feed the people.

Now, like every good casserole recipe, the backstory is finally set, so onto the tale. On the day of my character's 365th day I rolled out of my bed and walked out of my keep. I did a full tour, remembering my tiny three walls and a roof to how far I'd come with my Pals. It'd been a long year, but I decided a feast! We must celebrate! Not just me and my party, but all of us shall enjoy Sæhrímnir! No salads for breaks today!

So me and Sæhrímnir get into position on the Bloodstone. I'd read having one stone foundation away from everything helped with not falling through the ground and while it worked for everyone else, Sæhrímnir is more Divine and thus immune to that so once again I'm riding his not-a-corpse down to the Undersea. I figure I need more meat to fill everyone, what with food level 7s everywhere, so i continue meat making.

Sæhrímnir decided I'd been flaunting his immortality I guess because later at the party he suddenly burst from his palsphere and I was like "Weird, but okay" and decided I'd try "petting him and calming him down" before tossing him back into the sphere. I was still holding the butcher knife I guess and started disembowling him on the table in the center of the picnic area in front of everyone. Only the Immortals knew what they were, having been killed at the Bloodstone far from the eyes of the rest, and now they knew.

But I wasn't gonna let Sæhrímnir die, so I went through the rituals the same as always and down to the Undersea we went. I prepare to go back to base via the keep inventory option in conjunction with the die and respawn button in the menu. It's routine at this point.

"Come" I hear an older man and younger woman say at the same time. I just happened to be looking at Sæhrímnir, about to return him to his sphere. His pixilation ended at that one word and then we started falling through the Undersea. In that short fall, I wondered if we'd fallen somehow into one of those dungeon pockets. As we landed I knew this was truly not somewhere I was supposed to be.

See, the grass was much more gray than green, but there was grass and ground under my feet in every direction I could see. The issue was, I could not see that far, only about five to ten feet through the thick white mist that was static and yet animated. No wait, that part just moved, but the smoke texture wasn't animated. I cautiously begin moving through the mist, careful that the ground may end yet again. Try finding Sæhrímnir, but he's gone. My palspheres aren't working, my character not even trying to throw an empty hand.

On the side of the screen, I see my character has eaten another plate of bacon an eggs. I'm still alive and eating, so that's a bonus. Means this isn't unsalvagable, but curiosity has me. I check and I have all my weapons. The firearms shoot into the White Void and my ammo count went down, so they work. I reload and set off further and faster into the mist.

Even fully sprinting there's nothing but knee high gray grass and flowers and the mist that is everywhere. I opened the map and it says I haven't left my base. I know I've been running in the mist for easily five minutes. I encounter a tree. It's texture is on inside out and is more or less just a mass of spiky vectors in a dead tree shape. I continue. Minutes pass, more trees appearing in the fog. I saw a pal fragment node but it vanished as I approached.

eventually as I get bored, I notice the day is about to end and I consider respawning and going back. The Sun turns into a Moon in the dial and I hear a crashing sound like a felled tree. Everything flashes and the grass is suddenly green, but the mist is turning black like ink. Horror movie vibes as hell. I'm rooted in place watching this glitch and needing to know how it ends.

The double-voice says something again, but they're no longer saying the same thing. Too brief to comprehend what it was. Haywire audio files, no big thing. Happens a lot. Sæhrímnir then appears, or perhaps another boar like him. It squeals and does its death animation as the fog finishes becoming black. Night must've finished falling in the Overworld---

Lights start coming to life around me, brightening and dimming slowly. Lifmunk Statue green and data log/fast travel blue lights started pulsing in the void. I made the mistake of trying to run to one. The camera spins as I start running. Moving is controlling the camera now and the camera is moving the character now. No problem, lemme just unlearn decades of gaming muscle memory real quick.

"COME" the Twin Voices cried suddenly, static accompanying the word. Feel backdoor room vibes and get goosebumps. My nerves are suddenly both taught and shot at the same time. My character has fallen into the distortion world ffs. Time to abort. I select Respawn in the menu. My character doesn't die. Try several more times to no avail. Try double jumping and my Galeclaw still refuses to answer my summons. Palspheres are still not working.

As I get the idea to just hard-close out the game, the sun begins to rise. Like a disney movie, rays of gold and orange shoot through the black and dispel it....why are the rays of light twisting? They start bending around and twisting around invisible objects my character doesn't collide with. Wait, that thing over there kind of looks like part of the assembly machine---

The entire screen suddenly turns white and I hear a sound like a dozen digital demons as the game crashes. I reboot the game and I'm standing in the middle of the party, still in full swing around 4 in the afternoon on the 365th day. Nevermind my night going through the Shadowrealms like I'm mfing Ra crossing the Duat. Nevermind that I saw beyond the veil as many Islanders wish for and I found only horrors.

I prepare to log out when I check my party. Sæhrímnir is gone. He never returned with me.

The Immortal Pal Experiments have been halted at this time.

#long post #palworld #game adventures #real long post so sorry if it mucks up anyone's feed i just had to tell someone this #glitches #video games

[sarahjswift]

Chapter 2 of my New Fanfic!

STILL working on a title...hopefully a song lyric from Taylor though! If you have any ideas, tell me in the comments!

I have about 4 chapter already written, so you should get them maybe every other day before uploads become farther apart :) as always, huge thanks to my Tumblr bestie @backtobl4ck

Warnings: Language, Light Smut 👀, Slight Mention of Self-Harm Word Count: 1.2k

This room was a piece of shit.

Aelin dumped her bag onto the floor and glanced around the room. It was so tiny that only a small hospital single bed fit in it. The floor had the same ugly carpet as that other room, and a tiny - barred - window sat above the bed frame. A tiny cactus rested on the windowsill in a desperate attempt to bring cheer to the room. 

She collapsed on the bed, exhaustion clouding her vision. It had been a busy week, and she tried to recount it. Monday, the intervention. Aedion had been there, and that was it. That was everyone who cared about her, one fucking person, who happened to be her family member. Then Tuesday, Aedion sleeping over to “check on her” and researching help for her. Wednesday telling her about this place and packing. And now Thursday, here. 

Aelin stared up at the ugly popcorn ceiling, thinking of her new home - the “Whitethorn Rehab Center”. It was a nice enough place, and its patrons seemed like good people. But they had all mixed together and Aelin didn’t remember any of them. Well, that wasn’t true. Her new therapist - she remembered him. 

She hoped none of her surprise had shown on her face when she first saw him. He was easily the most handsome man she had ever seen, with soft brown skin and beautiful silver hair. Aelin thought of his jaw dropping eyes. They were green and seemed to be probing her entire being.

Once, she would have found him tempting. Once, she would have blushed to be in his presence. Once, she would have gotten his number and slowly seduced him until they were dating and obsessed with each other. 

But all the desire and love had drained out of her 12 months and 4.5 days ago. 

____

Aelin did nothing but nap until one of the nurses took her to eat dinner in a large cafeteria. Although the room was crowded with people, it was mostly silent except for some murmuring. 

“You are going to sit with your therapy group,” the nurse said. She looked like a sweet woman, with dark brown skin and black curls. Her eyes were blue and soft, understanding. Her name tag read Eillia. “Go grab some food, hon. I’ll just be over in the corner.” She walked away to where a group of other nurses were standing. 

Aelin watched her go before turning and sitting down at the table she had been shown. She wasn’t hungry - in fact, the smell of the food in the cafeteria made her nauseous. She hadn’t had an appetite in twelve months. 

A woman she recognized from therapy - Lysandra - sized her up, her emerald-colored eyes darting up and down Aelin’s body. “Can I help you?” Aelin snapped, annoyed with the woman’s obvious distaste. 

“I don’t know, can you?” Lysandra purred, her voice lilting and seductive. Aelin raised an eyebrow and snorted, shaking her head. “Okay then. Don’t pick fights you can’t win.”

A dart of fury went through Aelin, and she opened her mouth to protest before a man with carrot-colored hair cut in. “Ladies, let’s just eat. No need to make enemies on your first day!” He chuckled nervously, taking a bite of his macaroni and cheese. 

“So Lucas, how long have you been here?” another woman asked him. She was soft-spoken, pretty and demure. Elide. 

Aelin tuned them all out as they all began chatting. She didn’t have the time for mindless small talk. She wanted to scream, she wanted to flip the table over and shatter the windows. How could these people talk and laugh when the love of her life was gone forever, and she would never see him again?

Her breath was coming faster and faster, her chest heaving. She spotted Lucas’s knife on the table. Glancing around, Aelin swiped it, quickly stuffing it into her pocket. 

For later. She’d need it for later.

______ 

The club was loud, and crowded, and way too hot. Rowan shoved through the mass of bodies, trying to make his way to the bar. He was already regretting coming with Lorcan, who had disappeared and was likely flirting with some woman somewhere. The haze of drunkenness swept through Rowan’s mind, blurring his senses. He wasn’t wasted, but he definitely wasn’t tipsy. 

Finally, he reached the bar. The barmaid was a pretty woman with pale skin and red curling hair. She looked at Rowan, giving him a once-over, and her red lips curved into a smile. “How can I help you?” Her voice was raspy. 

“A tequila shot, please,” Rowan answered. She turned and bent down a little too far, making sure Rowan saw the view. As she prepared his drink, she peered at him through her lashes. “What’s got you drinking alone? Where’s your girlfriend?” 

“No girlfriend,” Rowan said roughly. “You?” 

The barmaid shrugged. “Situationship.” Rowan nodded and took the shot. “I’m Remelle,” she said, leaning across the bar. 

“Rowan.”

___

Thirty minutes later, they were making out against the club building. Remelle tasted like whiskey and cinnamon, and she smelled like a bar in the best way possible. Rowan was drunk and horny, and she was a perfect fix. 

They stumbled toward the parking lot, Remelle laughing huskily as Rowan tripped on a rock. They reached Rowan’s car and locked themselves inside. Rowan pulled the backseat down and when he turned back to look at Remelle, she was only in her underthings. She grabbed Rowan’s shirt and tugged him to her, bringing her mouth to meet his. 

          He ran a possessive down her leg, which she curled around his waist. Remelle pulled his shirt off and let out breathless giggles at the sight of his top half. “What?” Rowan growled, kissing down her collarbone. 

       “So muscular, shit,” Remelle snorted. She let him lay her on the extended car seat and watched lazily as he kissed his way down, down….

After they were done, Remelle propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at Rowan. Her hair tickled his face, and he closed his eyes. She leaned down and kissed him roughly, biting his lip for good measure, before turning and beginning to pull her clothes back on. 

“Sorry if I didn’t make it clear before, but I’m not looking for a relationship,” she informed him, buttoning up her black work shirt. “Just wanted some release. Stressed out from school and all.”

“I don’t want anything either. Just some quick bangs sometimes,” he replied, full of relief she felt that way too. 

Remelle laughed and looked at him fondly. “I’m glad we’re on the same page. You’re hot.” Rowan snorted and rolled his eyes. Remelle took his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. “My number is on the condom packet,” she breathed before walking out the car. 

Rowan watched her go, the quick satisfaction of their actions leaving quickly, self-loathing sinking in. He was a therapist, for fuck’s sake. He was using the coping mechanisms of his patients, habits he’d said himself were toxic. Yet here he was, using other’s bodies for a quick distraction before his memories came back.

He got dressed, sent Lorcan a quick explanation text, and drove home, the alcohol wearing off. He got home at 1:23 am and didn’t even shower before sinking into his mattress, his unhappiness surrounding him like a cloud. 

But one image stayed in his mind as he sank into sleep - a picture of beautiful blue eyes.

#throne of glass #fanfic #sarah j maas #rowaelin

[warmbloodcomic]

Warm Blood: Girls Mode

Written by Josh Tierney

Photo edit by Caitlin Soliman

Pt. 4

Penny dreamed she was already back in her hometown and exploring a pet store. She was by herself, going from cage to cage as she looked at the animals, imagining what it would be like to have a pet. Eventually she made her way to the aquariums, expecting some colourful but otherwise uninteresting fish, but near the end of the row she stopped at the largest tank in the store.

Inside the glass box, completely submerged in water, was a fluffy grey Nebelung cat. The cat was comfortably floating in the middle of the water, apparently able to breathe without issue. Penny looked at the information sheet stuck to the glass to learn more: the sheet called the cat something other than a cat, even though it very clearly was one.

She then watched the small TV that was set up beside the tank. Looping onscreen was a video explaining how to care for the water cat, in particular how to prepare one’s home for it. This included keeping the home in a semi-flooded state, so that the water cat could swim through it to access its food and little box, as well as to play.

Penny wished she could take the water cat home with her, but knew her mother would never allow their home to be flooded. She touched the glass with the tips of her fingers, and then groggily opened her eyes, having awakened back in Japan.

Penny looked up at Eve, who was sitting up in bed and typing on her phone with a focused expression.

“Don’t tell me what time it is,” Penny said to her.

Eve then looked at Penny, clearly struggling not to tell her what time it was.

“Tell me what time it is,” Penny relented.

“6:30,” Eve said with a smile, as if glad to no longer be by herself. “Good morning.”

Penny sat up, the hood of her pajamas falling from her head. Despite being groggy, she knew she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. The 5-6 hours of sleep she did manage to get would need to be enough to see her through the day.

“I know you don’t drink coffee, but . . .”

Penny thought about it. She looked past Eve and over at her mother, who was still sleeping in the other bed. She might have been snoring as well, but Penny didn’t want to appear rude by commenting on it.

“Yeah, I think I need some.”

“Okay!” Eve said excitedly, but with a hushed enough voice so that she wouldn’t wake Penny’s mother.

Eve hopped out of the bed and Penny slid out after untangling her leg from the blanket, the two entering the living room where they could talk more freely.

“If we start our day early – like, if we go out right now – and don’t come back until night, then that should be enough to reset our internal clocks. We want to avoid coming back during the day so we’re not tempted by naps.”

Penny groggily listened and nodded.

“If you try to go back to bed, I’ll have to fight you,” Eve added, and Penny wanted to believe she was joking.

Penny slowly nodded again.

The girls got dressed, Eve in a blouse and skirt that looked like they were purchased from a fairy tale mall, and Penny in a graphic tee of Lloyd’s wanted poster from Tales of Symphonia. Penny decided to get the shirt after playing through the latest remaster of Symphonia with Edith and Jill.

“I’ll write a note for Mom,” Penny said. She used the room’s complimentary stationary to write GONE FISHING onto a small notepad, with a doodle of her and Eve holding fishing rods at the bottom. She knew it didn’t matter what they wrote, just as long as they did write something.

They looked out the balcony window and were pleased to see it was no longer raining.

“Coffee,” Penny said to Eve after they put their shoes on.

They exited the room and took the elevator down to the lobby.

* * *

The early morning light was just bright enough to cut through the thin veil of grey covering the sky. Instead of going to a café or store for the coffee, which ran the risk of being more expensive, Penny and Eve decided to make use of a vending machine – which were everywhere. No matter where they looked, at least one vending machine was within eyeshot, with bright, eye-catching colours and designs, and lights lit up under the drinks like thirst-quenching Christmas trees.

So plentiful were the vending machines that Penny and Eve only just then realised they were standing directly in front of one, and this BOSS-branded machine happened to sell hot cans of coffee.

The coffee cans were half the size of pop cans, each made from different varieties of beans and with varying levels of blackness. Penny went with a rainbow blend (whatever that meant – all Penny knew was that she liked the vibrant rainbow design on the can), and Eve picked the can that had BLACK printed on it in massive sideways letters.

“Your tastes are so mature,” Penny said after they had plucked their cans from the dispenser.

“Maybe that’s why I like Maaya so much,” Eve said with a smile while looking down at her can. “You know, since she’s a year older than me.”

They opened their cans at the same time; Penny took a couple gulps from hers, and Eve took a few sips.

“You can marry Maaya, and I’ll marry BOSS,” Penny said, referring to the pipe-smoking mascot on their coffee cans.

“He does look handsome,” Eve said. “And he looks really proud of his coffee.”

“It tastes good,” Penny said. “Better than whatever I’ve tried at home.”

Penny downed her can in a few more gulps.

“We’ll survive on these,” Penny said with a grin, the caffeine already jolting her awake and making her feel less inhibited.

“When we need to,” Eve said carefully, knowing how easily Penny could get addicted to unhealthy drinks and snacks.

“Where should we go?” Penny asked, eager to go everywhere at once now that BOSS was coursing through her veins.

“I was texting with Maaya earlier, and she suggested a store called Mandarake.”

“‘Mandrake’?”

“Man-da-ra-ke. It’s like a department store but for used manga, games, figures, stuff like that. It’s supposed to have 8 floors.”

Penny’s jaw dropped lower and lower as Eve’s description went on.

“Mandarake it is!” Eve then said happily.

Before they left, however, Eve made a point of finishing her coffee. Trash receptacles were apparently nonexistent in the streets of Tokyo, forcing pedestrians to walk with their garbage and dispose of it at home. The result was the cleanest streets Penny and Eve had ever seen in a big city, though the only other big city they had been to was Toronto.

Some vending machines had small recycling bins beside them, but only some. The BOSS machine was one of them, and Eve didn’t want to risk an indefinite search for the next one.

“Take some pictures of me,” Eve said after popping her empty can into the bin, the caffeine now hitting her as well. “I’m feeling inspired.”

Eve cycled through different poses beside the vending machine as Penny snapped some photos, treating the machine like a dance partner at an elegant ball. Eve then posted the pictures on her Instagram, and would later add them to her modelling portfolio.

She thought about submitting the photos directly to BOSS, along with her résumé. Eve’s mother currently acted as her agent, which would make finding a gig in Japan a challenge for her. But she could see it happening, just as she could see anything happening. Positivity was the key she used to unlock most doors.

Penny didn’t mention to Eve that passersby had been staring at them during the shoot; she would keep that tiny amount of embarrassment to herself. Penny did notice that she cared a lot less about doing something potentially embarrassing and drawing attention to themselves while they were in Japan – perhaps because she knew that the people who saw them might never see them again, while back home they were always surrounded by the same groups of people, including people who would never let them live certain things down.

The flyer girls were already lining the sidewalks as Penny and Eve followed the GPS on Eve’s phone to the Mandarake location. Every once in a while, Penny would accept one of the flyers for the small thrill of the interaction, though that meant she now had a thin stack of flyers she was holding onto.

“I’ll need a bag,” Penny said as she walked beside Eve, who was looking down at the map on her phone. “A cool reusable one, for all the random stuff I find.”

Eve was wearing her shoulder bag with a star on it.

“You can just put things in mine,” she said.

Penny slipped the flyers into Eve’s bag as they waited at a stoplight.

“I still want a cool bag.”

“I know.”

Penny and Eve walked past a man handing out packs of tissues with advertisements for his company on the wrappers. The man was wearing a tailored business suit, which made him look slightly out-of-place in Akihabara. If the tissues had a cute character on them, Penny would have taken one, but they were covered in kanji instead.

The man took a couple quick steps to catch up to Penny and pushed a pack towards her.

“Here, you’ll need this,” he said in practiced English. He had a polite smile and appeared somewhat apologetic for invading her personal space.

Penny took the tissues in slight confusion and the man returned to his spot on the sidewalk.

“Can I put these in your bag?” she asked Eve.

Eve looked at Penny and then pointed to her own right nostril, indicating that Penny should use the tissues first. It was a gesture that Eve had gotten used to ever since she had become friends with Penny.

Penny touched the spot under her right nostril, felt a slight dampness, and then looked at the bright-yet-dark red blood on her finger. She then opened up the pack of tissues and held one under her nostril.

Penny’s previous nosebleeds had been caused by the presence of aliens, so this was concerning to her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had picked her nose, and it wasn’t like the air was dry.

By the time they reached Mandarake, her nosebleed had stopped, and, with no garbage nearby, Penny folded up the used tissue and slipped it into her pocket.

A black-and-white flyer to the right of the entrance showed Haruo Yaguchi from Hi Score Girl in white-eyed crazy mode. The text on the flyer was all in kanji, so Penny could only imagine that Haruo had just discovered his dream store, just like all the other otaku filtering in. Hi Score Girl was one of Penny’s favourite anime, a show about a game-obsessed kids growing up in the 90s and experiencing each major shift in arcade game technology, along with home consoles.

Penny had Eve take a picture of her beside the flyer as she made a peace sign; she had never thought of herself as a peace sign kind of girl before, but it was something to do with her hands as they took all these photos in Japan.

Penny took a look at the photo after Eve snapped it and noticed a hint of red beneath her nostril, which she then proceeded to wipe away with her thumb.

The girls entered the building, the first floor mainly made up of conveyor belts leading to cash registers and Mandarake-branded merch, including shirts and bags with exclusive artwork by Oshikiri Rensuke, the creator of Hi Score Girl. The conveyor belts with the cash registers were the buy-back counters, where customers could unload their used goods in exchange for cash they would inevitably spend on other anime, manga and videogame merch. The used goods that Mandarake purchased would in turn be stocked in the store.

Penny stopped at the section with the bags, already knowing she would buy one, but struggling to pick which design she desired most: the one where a girl was being chased out of the store by aliens, monsters and robots, or the one where the girl had successfully shopped at the store and was leaving with bags in tow – along with one of the robots strapped to her back. The artwork was black & white, printed on black bags.

Eve pointed at the design where the girl was being chased.

“That’s the most like you,” she said somewhat teasingly.

Penny picked up the bag, silently acknowledging the truth behind her friend’s words. A sign in English read that merchandise must be paid for on the floor it’s found on, so Penny went ahead and bought the bag, happy with her first real souvenir.

Dismissive by Clark was being played over the PA.

The staircase leading up the building was located outside, with the doors to each floor accessible from the landings. Penny and Eve took the stairs up to the second floor, Penny carrying her bag. She looked at the building across the street, which had a glowing neon I (HEART) AKIHABARA sign. Penny felt like she was seeing her own heart light up.

The girls entered the second floor, which was filled with rare dolls protected by brightly-lit glass cases, magical girl and shoujo anime toys, and cosplay accessories for dressing up as the magical girl and shoujo anime characters.

They took their time admiring the dolls, which had an uneasy mix of realism and exaggerated anime qualities, their wide, colourful eyes seeming to gaze directly into Penny and Eve’s souls. When they came to the penultimate case, they stopped, and tried to find words that wouldn’t creep each other out.

The dolls in the case were dressed like the maids from the café where Maaya worked, including a maid that looked eerily like Maaya. The heads of the dolls nearest the Maaya doll were turned ever-so-slightly towards her, as if to ensure attention was drawn to her.

After sucking in their breath, Penny and Eve stepped over to the final case, which had more maid dolls, only these ones were dressed entirely in black, without the splashes of pink of the previous dolls. Five dolls were lined up in a row on each shelf – except for the empty middle row, where all that remained were five price stickers.

“At least none of them look like us,” Eve said.

“Yeah,” Penny said. “That would be creepy.”

As they exited back onto the staircase, Penny and Eve did pass by two dolls on an unlit shelf that shared some resemblances with them, from their mismatched heights and hair colours to Penny’s glasses, though they failed to notice them.

The clouds of the overcast sky were beginning to darken somewhat. Penny tried to focus more on the thinner layers of cloud, where it seemed like shafts of light could break through at any moment. Keeping her head turned to the clouds, Penny accidentally bumped into Eve’s back as they ascended the stairs to the next landing.

“Sorry,” Penny apologised in embarrassment.

“Sorry, it’s my fault for moving slowly,” Eve apologised back needlessly. “Everything looks so cool and I keep getting distracted.”

They entered the building’s third floor, where a blast of popular shounen manga awaited them, as well as some vintage manga and anime magazines. Penny and Eve weren’t the biggest watchers or readers of shounen anime and manga, though Edith and Jill had gotten Penny to watch JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure and Ranking of Kings with them. But even though they weren’t necessarily fans of a lot of the series on display, they still appreciated the bright, bold aesthetics, as well as the pure boyishness of it all.

The girls flipped through random books as they winded their way through the floor. Eve fell in love with some of the silly-looking monsters on the covers of the retro live-action special effects magazines. They then oohed and aahed at the magazines with unique Ghibli art on the covers, released in the same years the movies came out.

Eve noticed a blur of movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned her head just as a maid in black stood at the end of the aisle they were in, as if the maid had popped into existence at that very instant. The maid was smiling at Eve, though her eyes appeared cold and doll-like. The maid then began walking backwards while continuing to look at Eve, eventually bumping into the shelf behind her and causing random volumes of shounen manga to tumble to the floor.

“What do you think’s on the fourth floor?” Eve asked Penny, turning to her friend with a frozen smile.

“Hmm, I dunno,” Penny said, not noticing the maid herself. “Probably more of the coolest stuff ever. You ready to check it out?

“Yeah,” Eve said, still with her frozen smile.

The girls left the third floor, Eve vowing to remain brave so that her best friend could maintain her role as the one who was scared of everything. They then entered the fourth floor and immediately turned around and walked back out, the wall-to-wall doujinshi of a rather adult variety being even less of their thing than mainstream shounen manga.

The fifth floor was devoted entirely to BL, and there they took the time to explore again. Penny flipped through a mildly spicy volume with attractive artwork, and then stared at the cover, wondering how she’d be able to slip it past customs on the way back home.

“Are you thinking of getting a souvenir for Edith and Jill?” Eve asked.

“Yeah, but . . . maybe not this,” Penny said, reluctantly putting the book back. “I’ll get something that doesn’t have a chance of being confiscated.”

“That leaves out this floor,” Eve said.

The sixth floor was where all the movies, music and videogames could be found. Since Penny and Eve had already seen what felt like every notable game in existence at the Super Potato, Penny skipped over them to instead focus on the CDs, in particular the game soundtracks. Many of them had beautiful and unique cover art, and Penny kind of wanted some of them just for that, despite not owning a CD player. She was especially drawn to the Yoshitaka Amano artwork on the front and back of All Sounds of Final Fantasy I & 2, a compilation album from the ancient past of 1988.

“You’re never going to listen to it,” Eve told her.

“Yeah, but . . .”

“You’re never going to listen to it,” Eve said again.

Penny sighed and put it back on the shelf. The Pixel Remaster rearrangement of the Castle Cornelia theme from the first Final Fantasy was playing over the PA, and it was one of the sweetest pieces of music Penny had ever heard.

They exited back onto the stairs and looked out over the street together, realising just how high up they were getting.

“Let’s take a picture together when we get to the top,” Eve said.

“We’re almost there,” Penny said, wishing the building was even taller.

There were only two floors left. The seventh floor had vintage toys, collectable cards and stickers, and seeing figures taken directly from ’60s special effects shows gave the floor a museum vibe similar to what the girls had experienced at Super Potato.

Eve was once again enamoured with all the silly monsters from various classic tokusatsu series, especially their big, expressive eyes and open-mouthed expressions. She could imagine being a princess in a world where such monsters were her knights.

Eve told this to Penny.

“See, if I can develop an RPG like the old Final Fantasies, then I can make that happen,” Penny said. “I’d just need some of the music for inspiration.”

They then checked out a glass case of shiny Evangelion phone cards from the ’90s. The cards were used for payphones, and the anime and videogame characters in their designs made them sought-after collectibles.

A card featuring Rei in a pink kimono jumped out at Penny as something Jill would like to have, especially since it was only a little over 100 yen. She decided to buy it, so that Jill’s souvenir would be covered, leaving only Edith and Cale. Cale was Penny’s most fashionable friend, taking outfit inspiration from Harajuku fashion TikToks, so Penny wanted to wait and see if she ended up in Harajuku herself before picking something up for her.

The final floor had contemporary figures and models based on current trends in anime and videogames. The large amount of Spy × Family figures, gachapon and ads, including massive posters throughout all of Tokyo, made it out to be one of the most popular series at the moment, and which successfully got Penny interested in wanting to check out the anime when she returned to Canada.

Eve received a text message, which she read intently.

“Maaya says she’ll be ready soon,” Eve said. “We’ll meet her at a place called Mister Donut.”

“I’m ready for a donut.”

“Think Mister Donut and the Super Potato are friends?”

Penny and Eve returned to the final landing, taking multiple pictures together with their backs against the railing, angling the camera to incorporate as much of Akihabara as possible. Penny was sure to hold up her bag and the phone card in some shots.

They then took one last look over the railing, where they saw an empty maid outfit lying flat in the middle of the road.

#Warm Blood #Girls Mode #web novel