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animamii · 11 days ago

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Part deux to the Sweetheart Eren story ㅤ♡ྀི ₊

i didn't expect the junior year part to get that many comments on expanding lol it was just a follow up to some oneshots I wrote but y'all seem to like it. idk what to title this mini series tho lmfao help me come up with a name!

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The next day at school rolls around. You don't see Eren at all before class. Not the usual shouting of your name as he runs to catch up to you. You don't see him in the halls through the first few passing periods either, which is strange as hell. It's now break, and you're grabbing a yogurt bowl with Historia, Ymir, and Sasha.

You're mindlessly stirring the yogurt, the spoon scraping against the plastic bowl as you try to ignore the way your chest feels tight. Like it's not being constricted from any breath. It’s been over twelve hours since the encounter with Eren, and the silence between you two is deafening. It’s all you can think about—his words, his reaction, the way he stormed off, and the way he looked at you like he was trying to tell you something without actually saying it.

"Hey," Historia says, nudging you with her elbow as she grabs a piece of fruit from her bowl, "are you okay? You’ve been off all morning."

You glance up at her, offering a tight smile that definitely doesn't reach your somber eyes. "Yeah, I’m fine."

Sasha, ever the curious one, leans in. "Come on, spill. What's going on with you and Yeager? You two haven't been this quiet around each other since... forever." Thinking back, you have never went this long without talking to Eren. Not even when you both caught a flu that made you both feel like you were on your death bed.

You shake your head. "It's nothing." But your friends know you better, it's always something.

Ymir, not missing a beat, raises an eyebrow. "Nothing? Really? 'Cause last time I checked, nothing doesn’t usually make you look like someone’s killed your cat then took a shit on your doorstep."

You laugh, but it’s hollow. "It’s just... Eren’s being weird."

"That’s one way to put it," Historia muses, having had a front row seat to the whole ordeal. "I mean, who else would storm off after overhearing a conversation with Floch of all people?"

"Right?" Ymir agrees, oblivious to your growing discomfort. "It was like watching a soap opera, but with more muscle and even more drama."

You try to shrug it off, but the frustration is still there, gnawing at you. Eren’s been distant, avoiding you like you have some contagious disease, and it hurts more than you want to admit. But you can’t—you won’t—chase after him. You’ve always been the one to wait, to hold back, while Eren does whatever it is that makes him happy. But this? It’s different. And you hate how much it’s making you doubt everything.

That's when he walks in, hood over his head and hands in the pockets. You feel your heart do that stupid flip in your chest when you spot Eren entering the cafeteria. Your eyes widen and maybe soften a bit as this is the first time you're seeing him all day. It's almost like you missed him, but with the way things are between you two, you know you shouldn't.

The space seems to widen around him as you watch him walk in, his usual confidence replaced by a strange, subtle hesitation. He keeps his head down, his hoodie pulled low over his face like he’s trying to hide, but you can still make out the sharp lines of his jaw and the way his shoulders tense under the fabric.

You want to look away. You want to pretend like seeing him doesn’t affect you, like you’re not aware of every tiny movement he makes. But you can’t. It’s like gravity itself is pulling your attention toward him.

Sasha notices the way your gaze lingers, and she nudges you again, her voice low. "There he is. The man of the hour."

You blink, quickly looking away, but the heat rising in your face betrays you. "Don’t make it a big deal," you mutter, but you can feel the tension building in the pit of your stomach.

"Uh huh," Ymir deadpans, clearly not buying it. "We’ll just act like you didn’t look at him like he’s the last Dr. Pepper hidden in the back of the fridge."

Before you can shoot her a sharp response, Eren’s eyes flicker over to your table. The briefest flicker of recognition passes between you two, and for a second, everything feels suspended—like time’s dragging on just to torment you.

You watch as his lips press into a thin line, his gaze dropping almost immediately, like he’s too embarrassed to face you. He looks away, scanning the room, and that’s when he notices Floch sitting across the room with a few other guys, laughing loudly. Eren’s posture stiffens, the slight tension in his neck almost like he’s trying to hold himself together. He avoids looking at you completely after that, walking past the table with his head down. You can feel the weight of the silence. His absence is more obvious than his presence now, and it's suffocating. But at the same time feels like the air has been sucked out of your lungs.

Sasha, who has been watching the whole thing unfold like it's dinner and a show, leans in again, voice teasing. "Okay, that was... something."

"Shut up," you murmur, taking another spoonful of yogurt, your focus completely shattered. You can't ignore the unease building in your chest. The way he avoided you, the way he looked at you like he was keeping a secret, and the way he moved like you didn’t even exist anymore… It hurts more than it should.

Historia, who’s been quietly observing, gives you a gentle brush to your shoulder. "y/n, do you want to talk about it? You know you can tell us."

You look up, your chest tightening even more. The idea of talking about Eren, of trying to sort out your feelings when even he doesn’t seem to know what’s going on, feels like too much. But you can’t hold it in forever.

Before you can answer, Ymir pipes up with a half-smirk, “If he’s really being this weird, then it’s only a matter of time before he either apologizes or gets dragged back into a scene by someone.” You don't seem to notice the way her hazel eyes flit to Floch, you're too preoccupied with the image of Eren looking at you with that look.

You can’t tell if she means it seriously or not, but it stirs something inside of you. Could Eren actually come around? Would he apologize? But just as you’re about to respond, the bell rings, signaling the end of break. You barely get a chance to say anything before the crowd around you starts moving, and the usual rush of students makes everything feel more chaotic.

As you gather your things and start heading toward class with your friends, you can’t help but look back at Eren. He’s standing by the door, talking to Floch, his posture stiff and closed off. And despite everything, despite the confusion, you want to make things right. But it’s so hard when you don’t know how.

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Eren’s steps are heavy, his mind racing as he pushes through the crowd of students loitering between classes. He can feel the unease building in his chest, and it has nothing to do with schoolwork or practice. His focus is entirely on Floch—on that idiot who’s been flirting with you.

It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before. Floch’s attention is always on someone new, a new target to charm, to flirt with, to toy around with for a little while. But something about the way he zeroed in on you yesterday... it’s been gnawing at Eren ever since. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like it at all.

He doesn’t like the way Floch’s voice gets all smooth and condescending when he talks to you, or how that smug look never seems to leave his face, as if he even deserves to talk to you like that in the first place. As if he deserves to talk to you at all. Eren can’t stand it. He hates that Floch thinks he can just walk in and take something he doesn’t deserve. And he especially hates how you don’t seem to mind it. Hell, you even smiled at him. Eren’s blood boils just thinking about it.

So when Floch spots him in the hallway, leaning casually against a locker giving him a cocky ass look, Eren doesn’t waste any time. He strides over, muscles tense, eyes narrowing as he approaches. Floch looks up from his phone, his expression nonchalant at first. Then it breaks into that annoying smirk.

"Well, well," Floch says, his tone all teasing. "If it isn’t the mighty Eren Yeager."

Eren doesn’t reply at first, just stands there, fists clenched at his sides. He’s not sure what to say, but the irritation surges within him. How dare he flirt with you like that? How dare he try to pull you away from everything you’ve always known? How dare he try to pull you away from him?

“Listen, Floch,” Eren growls, resentment evident in his tone, “stay away from her.” He doesn't even need to say your name for Floch to know just who he's talking about.

Floch raises an eyebrow, leaning in just a bit, as if savoring the tension in the air. "Oh? And why’s that? You jealous, Yeager?"

Eren’s teeth grit. "I don’t care what you do with anyone else. But don’t try anything with y/n. Got it?" Never in his life had Eren gotten so visibly upset.

Floch laughs, clearly entertained. "You’ve got it bad, huh? You’re cute when you’re possessive." He steps closer, eyes glinting with amusement. "You’ve been staring at her for years, but you never do anything. So maybe I should."

Eren’s chest tightens, heart thumping rapidly as he feels that surge of angered adrenaline enter his bloodstream. He feels like he’s about to snap. His hands twitch at his sides, itching for something—anything—to channel this rage into. "I’m not kidding, Floch. Stay away from her," Eren repeats, voice almost shaking with restraint. Eren had never been one for needless violence, always trying to be a mediator like his mother had taught him. But the way Floch was talking to him—the way he was talking about you—made him want to knock his ass out.

But Floch just shakes his head, a knowing smirk on his face. "You know, Yeager, you’re not really the type to say what you feel, are you? So go ahead. Keep being ‘the good friend.’ But maybe, just maybe, she’ll want someone who actually shows up."

With that, Floch gives Eren one last, infuriating look before walking off, leaving Eren standing there, his body still tense and his mind racing. Every word, every taunt from Floch, is like a slap in the face, and Eren knows he’s pushed to the limit now. This thing with you and Floch? It’s not over. And neither is what Eren feels. But the thought of it—it’s making him feel more lost than ever.

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Eren doesn’t make it far before Historia and Ymir find him. It’s after lunch, and he’s been doing everything possible to keep to himself—hood up, headphones in, avoiding eye contact. Ignoring everyone and everything. But he should’ve known better.

"Yeager." The sharp call of his name makes his shoulders tense. Before he can turn, Ymir yanks his hood down, forcing him to face them. Historia stands beside her, arms crossed, looking far less aggressive but just as confrontational. Ohhhh he was in trouble now.

"Seriously?" Ymir scoffs, letting go of his hood with a dramatic drop. "You're really out here sulking like some kicked puppy?"

Eren rolls his eyes and pulls his hood back up. "Not in the mood, Ymir."

"Yeah? Well, neither is y/n," Historia says, tone serious but concerned. "She thinks you’re mad at her."

For a split second his eyes slightly widen, heart dropping. He never wants you to think he's mad at you. But then that image of you smiling at Floch floods his vision. It makes Eren’s jaw tighten, makes his chest swell with unnamed envy. He keeps his eyes down, but the weight in his chest only gets heavier at that.

Historia steps forward, voice softer but firm. "You’ve been avoiding her all day. Do you even realize how shitty that is?" Her blonde brows raise up, she can't help but be upset for you, one of her closest friends.

"I’m not avoiding her," Eren mutters, eyes looking everywhere but the two girls that stand before him. He knows just how well the couple can read him just by looking at him.

"Bullshit," Ymir deadpans, trying to look Eren in his shifty eyes. "You’ve been glued to her side since forever, and now suddenly you're a ghost? You expect her not to notice?"

Eren exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "I’m not mad at her," he says, but the frustration in his voice betrays him, that slight crack to his words.

Ymir lifts an eyebrow. "Then what’s your problem? ‘Cause from where I was standing, you looked ready to rip Floch’s head off when he was flirting with her yesterday."

Eren bristles instantly, eyes going wide. "That’s not—" He stops himself, shaking his head. "Floch’s a piece of shit. He doesn’t actually care about her."

Historia narrows her eyes at him like a disappointed mom. "And you do?" Eren swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing.

Ymir crosses her arms, tilting her head to the side as she tries to make him crack under her gaze. "Yeah, ‘cause here’s the thing—you can’t stand the guy on a normal day, you don't even acknowledge the kid, but the second he pays some mind to y/n, you lose your shit?"

Eren clenches his fists, the memory of Floch flirting with you replaying in his mind. "You don’t get it," he mutters through gritted teeth.

"Then make us get it," Historia pushes, her voice forming into something somewhat sympathetic. "Because right now, it just looks like you’re mad some other guy gave her attention."

Eren scoffs, shaking his head. "You really think that’s all it is?"

Ymir shrugs. "I don’t know, isn’t it?"

Eren’s jaw flexes. His throat feels tight, words pressing against his teeth, stuck on the tip of his tongue. "Floch doesn’t give a damn about her. He just wants what he thinks he can have." His voice lowers, more intense. "He’s not interested in her—not the way he should be."

Ymir catches it first. Her smirk is slow, knowing but she tries to hide it. "Ohhh," she drawls. "And how should he be interested in her, Yeager?"

Eren freezes. Shit. Historia stares at him too, watching, waiting, like she knows something too. Like they know they finally caught him up in his web of complicated feelings.

"Forget it," Eren mutters, turning away. His heartbeat turns shallow, quick and anxious as he stumbles over his thoughts. He wants to run, to get away from his friends. Honestly, he wants to run off the face of the earth.

"Oh, no way," Ymir steps in front of him, blocking his exit. "You do not get to say that and then walk off. If you’ve got something to say about how y/n should be treated, say it."

Eren exhales sharply, looking up at the sky like he’s begging for patience. Or begging for God to strike him down. More so the latter because it would be easier than explaining his feelings for you.

"She’s not—" He stops, pressing his lips together before trying again. "She deserves better than that. Better than some asshole who just wants a quick hookup. Better than—than a guy who doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing." His voice drops, almost like he’s talking more to himself now. "Better than me."

There it is.

The slip-up.

The confession that isn’t quite a confession.

Ymir’s smirk is full-fledged now, while Historia’s lips part slightly like she’s piecing something together. Comprehending his cryptic confession. Eren realizes it too late. His whole body goes stiff, regret flashing in his eyes. He finally opened that can of worms that was the flurry of feelings he harbored for you.

Ymir tilts her head again, more smug this time. "Huh. So you do like her." It had always been the most obvious thing in the world to her, to everyone, but Eren had finally, after all of these years, somewhat admitted his feelings for you.

Eren’s head snaps toward her in a shaky, nervous manner. "I never said that."

"But you didn’t deny it," Historia points out, holding a finger up to him. She's smiling, squealing on the inside. She just wants to run to you to tell you what she just heard. But she keeps her cool, acting nonchalant.

Eren scowls, puffing out some air. "You’re both annoying as hell."

Ymir just grins like a giddy child who knows something they shouldn't. "You’re in love with her."

Eren’s heartbeat stutters. His face visibly heats up. "Shut up."

"Oh, this is good," Ymir muses. "So let me get this straight. You’re jealous as hell but won’t do anything about it. You’re avoiding y/n because you don’t wanna deal with your feelings. And now you’re just hoping she magically won’t notice?"

Eren clenches his teeth so hard it almost hurts. "I don’t like her like that," he insists, but it sounds weak even to his own ears. He couldn't stay in denial any longer. Not after he essentially had admitted it to your closest friends.

"Uh huh." Ymir gives him a slow once-over. "Yeah. Keep telling yourself that, big guy."

Historia shakes her head, exasperated. "Look, whatever you feel—or don’t feel—just stop making y/n feel like she did something wrong. Because if you keep pushing her away, she’s gonna think you don’t care at all." Historia looks up at Eren with wide eyes, trying to convey just how important it is for him to do this. For both him and you.

That hits something deep in Eren’s chest. Racks him with guilt. The thought of you thinking he doesn’t care? That’s not—That’s not how this was supposed to go. It makes his stomach churn.

Ymir steps closer, voice dropping as she puts her hands on her hips. "And if you keep dragging this out? Someone else is gonna ask her out." She leans in, her eyes something serious. "You ready for that?"

Eren doesn’t answer.

Because the truth is—he already knows the answer.

And it scares the hell out of him.

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chateaaa · 11 months ago

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☆ Pretty boy - R. Itoshi

synopsis: Rin Itoshi, as your cold hearted classmate who has a crush on you ♡

pairing: Rin Itoshi x fem! reader

warnings: fluff (idk kinda ooc of Rin?)

- Rin Itoshi who is your coldhearted seatmate, hates anyone who talks to him and only responds very shortly

• Rin Itoshi who took a liking to you when you became seatmates (even the teachers noticed that)

• Because the teachers noticed that, congratulations, you have now been Rin Itoshi's only partner in group projects everyone was too scared for him to be a partner in projects since he doesn't cooperate and just glares

• Y/n felt bad that Rin always eats alone in class, so she sat down with him (and now he expects your company every lunch time)

• Rin Itoshi who gives Y/n priveileges, such as only letting Y/n drink from his waterbottle which he never shares, Rin also gives Y/n notes especially in subjects Y/n finds hard

• Rin Itoshi who became your "english tutor" since he is good in english, he sometimes teaches you

"you idiot, you got it all wrong..." Rin says as he teaches you about verbs as he flicks your head, trying to hide the blush across his cheeks

• Rin Itoshi who is great at scaring of boys who talks to you, he will be glaring at them and go to his usual cold self if someone is trying to steal talk to you

• Rin Itoshi who always makes sure you get home every. single. day.

• Rin Itoshi who realizes he loves you when you were absent for 1 week, you caught a flu and because of that he's becoming his cold self, without Y/n to cheer him up

• Rin would be so mad at his classmates during the week Y/n is sick, he would silently curse himself hoping he was the sick one

• He always go to your house after class to give notes and medicine

• when you got healthy, he cant hide his feelings so he confesses to you randomly while having lunch and now you both are inlove <3

"Even if the heart stops breathing, You're the only thing i need"

— Hi guys! i wrote this because i was bored, this was actually inspired by my friend! my friend and her crush is literally the definition of sunshine x grumpy so i made this! The song inspired in this book is literally replaying on my head so i gotta write to remove it lol

hope you all like it! thank you so much for reading this story ☁️

#blue lock fluff #blue lock #bllk fluff #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #bllk x you #blue lock headcanons #rin itoshi fluff

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restinslices · 1 year ago

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Ahhhh after some thought I’ll choose the earthrealm men with a lovey dovey s/o 👉🏻👈🏻

back to requests a mere 6 days after saying I was gonna take a break. Was that post a little unnecessary? Yes, but I didn’t want anyone to get mad at me for not posting everyday and not getting to requests immediately. ANYWAY, back like the flu.

Johnny Cage

Johnny “Loves Attention” Cage is having the best time

Do y'all remember how much of a cornball this man was in the game? He has no shame

So a significant other who also has no shame? He's getting on one knee as soon as possible

He tries to out cornball you

He loves it all. The stupid nicknames, the cuddling, the gifts, the giggling, all the adoration, he's just in love

Definitely returns the favor. If you buy him smth, he's buying you smth (let's ignore that debt), you give him a nickname so he gives you one. It goes on and on

All this lovey dovey shit might exhaust some people. Johnny is not some people.

The nicknames are probably his favorite part. He makes the most atrocious nicknames up because you won't be upset

Some real dumb shit like Oogy Boogy Sweetie Weetie Cutie Patootie Kissy Face- yeah all that shit is one nickname. Why? Because it's funny to him and you'll laugh

The type to get y'all dumbass matching shirts

“If found return to stupid” “I'm stupid”

Those type of shirts

Everyone hates you because it becomes a competition of who can be the most corny. It's tortuous for anyone near you

Cannot express enough how much this man enjoys the attention you give him. If one day you decided to ignore him as a joke, he'd actually be so sad and notice immediately

He just adores having a corny lovey dovey partner. The best thing to happen to him.

Kenshi Takahashi

He doesn't hate it but he definitely needs a breather sometimes

Having a lovey dovey partner isn't terrible to him. All the touching and nicknames and being spoiled is definitely cute to him, but being lovey dovey also means you're on him a lot. Kenshi doesn't give me huge extrovert vibes so I think because you're so extreme(?) that there's times when he needs a break

He thinks it's adorable though. He likes feeling wanted so he likes how outwardly you are with your love

Idk if he likes all the nicknames though. I can see him easily cringing if you go overboard

Idk how he'd feel about you spoiling him. He doesn't hate it but he feels like everytime you give him a gift, he has to give you one and he ain't got that shit on him. His own thoughts are running him dry

When his social battery is recharged I think he'd like how physical and sweet you are

He enjoys how loved you make him feel. He's just not sure how to respond sometimes. I can see you saying something really corny and although he thinks it's cute, his brain doesn't move fast enough and he ends up just staring at you

He rolls his eyes a lot too so it can give the appearance that he's annoyed by you but it's definitely not that

You want some corny shit he'll definitely like? Matching jewelry. He'll eat it up like it's a cookie

Also draw over his tattoos. He loves it

Loves the corny shit his brain just legit shuts off sometimes

Kung Lao

Like Johnny, he enjoys the attention

Idk if he necessarily enjoys all the corny things. I don't get a strong feeling from him. Maybe it depends on the day

Likes the attention and spoiling but all the corny nicknames and shirts and just being a total sap makes him a little uncomfortable at times

Once again, it depends on the day. Sometimes he's all for it and sometimes he's like “let's calm down for today”

Gets you a matching hat but without all the sharp shit because he doesn't trust you with sharp objects

He's a mix of Johnny and Kenshi tbh

He refuses to wear those corny matching shirts. You'll have to kill him

That applies to other things too

Those corny nicknames Johnny would make up? He'd prefer a beating from a serious Spiderman

“Aw my Snookie Wookie-” “I'm gonna shoot myself right here right now. Please stop”

It's cute and he acknowledges that it's how you show love but certain things just ain't gonna work with him

Especially in public certain things just won't work with him because he has an ego and thinks certain things will make him look weird. It's giving insecure teen

Don't doubt his love for you though. He loves his little sap. Just take it a bit slow

At some point a switch would flip and he'd go from being embarrassed to thinking “wow, I'm so great my partner is willing to look silly in front of others!”

Now he feeds into your corny bullshit

A win is a win

Raiden

I fully believe him and Liu Kang are romantics, therefore he loves it

He gets flustered easily so tons of affection makes his face go red and all that cute shit

His brain also short circuits like Kenshi's. He's so bad at pretending he's not flustered

“Are you blushing?” “...” “...” “...” “Raiden?” “Of course not”

Likes the consistent physical contact

Spoiling him also makes him short circuit. He's trying to think of how to thank you but all that comes out is “oh!”

Adores you just as much as you adore him

He likes gift giving. And idk mean just jewelry, I mean “you got me all these gifts so I'm gonna bring you a bunch of produce and hey, maybe we can cook later”

We saw him collecting cabbages like Cabbage Man from ATLA in the beginning of the game, he gotta still have the hook up

Loves receiving cheek kisses

Man is so weak in the knees. Kung Lao can yell “STAND UP!” all he wants. That shit is not happening

Play with his hair. Once again, weak in the knees

He's having a great time. Sure he's easily embarrassed but it's not like “omg, you're being weird. Stop”. It's more of a “I love this but I feel like everyone's looking”

You two are super lovey dovey but not as obnoxious as you and Johnny. Johnny is like “you can't out corny me” and Raiden is just tryna vibe and love on you since you love on him

All the embarrassment he feels is so worth it to him

Liu Kang

A romantic so all that lovey dovey shit? Heaven to him

Liu Kang has so much love to give and he's never allowed to share it because his life is ass in every timeline

So a partner that adores him and shows him how much they adore him? Did the Elder Gods hand craft you for him?

He's honestly a mix of everyone. He wants to love you all the time like Johnny, he loves how much you love him like Kenshi, he loves how much you outwardly adore him like Kung Lao and he's a huge romantic that loves how much time you spend together like Raiden

He's so love deprived so he loves everything you wanna do

Matching shirts, jewelry, socks, whatever the fuck? Absolutely.

Spoiling him with random shit? He'll take it all

Telling him how much you love him all the time? Yes.

Giving him the dumbest and corniest nicknames? He'll take that too

He's also lovey dovey so the feeling is very much mutual

Enjoys quality time so you wanting to be on his hip is very much welcomed

You're a breath of fresh air since you're so kind and loving to him. Remember he has all the memories of the past timeline, then this timeline gets fucked up. He's used to constant smoke and destruction so someone being so nice and sweet to him and relaxing with him is heavenly to him

Doesn't matter how corny it is. It's all he wants

Real quick, two things. Firstly I wanna make more MK1 intros so y’all should give me ideas. Secondly I think it would be fun if we as a unit made an MK1 oc. I’d make polls, you’d vote on certain things and then we use the same results but tinker it to our individual liking. For example maybe we know they’re Edenian but their gender is up to you. It’d be like a bunch of variants. A Multiverse of Madness if you will.

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strniohoeee · 1 year ago

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I NEED a pregnancy reader x matt smut

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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is pregnant and yearning for Matt after reading mommy to be books, and learning about her libido spiking….will he give in?😙

Warnings⚠️: SMUT BABES, it’s nothing crazy just sex while pregnant? Idk shit bout being pregnant, so I tried my best LMAOO

Song for the imagine: Baby Love- The Supremes

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Matt and I had been dating for a good four years. We were both 21 now, and he and his brothers were super famous on YouTube. I always had a feeling they’d get bigger than they thought. I was there for every milestone, and when they hit 5 million subscribers we were so fucking happy

I was occasionally in videos, I preferred to stay out of them as those were his brothers lives, and not mine. However I would pop out here and there since we were 18. At first most fans thought we were friends until we were 20, and finally came out to say that we had been dating since we were 18. We got the expected comments half loving and half hating, but I didn’t care I was secure in my relationship.

However, Matt and I’s anniversary was a while back, and we had fun, LOTS OF FUN consisting of sex, sex and more sex.

But after two weeks I started to feel sick, and sore and just not right, so I decided to go to the doctor thinking it was the flu, or covid. What I didn’t expect was to find out I was pregnant… A WEEK AND A HALF PREGNANT.

I was shocked, but I also knew I wanted to keep this baby, and Matt and I weren’t always the most careful when it came to having sex. But he always told me if I got pregnant he’d take care of me with no questions asked.

I was currently 14 weeks pregnant, and I was showing, but not enough to really make people think. Especially since I dressed to hide my bump, and posed specific ways

The fans suspected nothing, and we didn’t want to say anything till I was almost due. Chris and Nick immediately jumped for joy and were always by my side if Matt couldn’t be. His parents and their brother Justin also supported me.

Mary-Lou and Jimmy would fly out like once a month to spend a few days with Matt and I. They were so excited to be grandparents.

I was reading a lot of what to expect when you’re expect type of books to prepare as best as I could. I was genuinely shocked at all the new information I was finding out

What I did read was starting at 14 weeks women experience a spike in there libido, and I kind of had a feeling because anytime I saw Matt I wanted to jump his bones

It’s called baby brain….we become different, and feral

Matt was out filming with his brothers and I was at home just doing nothing. I heard Matt come home, but I only heard him

He came into the bedroom

“Hey baby” he said putting his stuff down on his desk

“Hey Matt. Where’s Chris and Nick?” I asked

“They went shopping. They said that they wanted to buy some things for the baby” he said walking over and rubbing my little baby bump

“Aww that’s so nice of them. They don’t have to” I said looking up at Matt

“Yeah I know, but they wouldn’t budge they said there’s so many things they want to buy” he said sitting down to take his sneakers off

“They’re too nice I love them” I said as I rubbed my baby bump

Matt came over and laid next to me resting his head on his left hand while looking at me

“What’s my pretty lady been up to?” He asked

“I’ve just been reading these mommy to be books” I said pointing to a stack of books on the nightstand

“Find out anything good?” He asked

“Actually yes, our sex drive spikes at 14 weeks” I told him

“How far along are you?” He asked smirking

“Exactly 14 weeks today” I said winking at him

“Oh well then this must mean one thing” he said smiling at me

“It means you look so fucking hot all the time, I’m ready to jump on you when you walk through that door” I said

“Oh really?” He asked jutting (ew) his bottom lip out while pondering

“Oh yeah, and when you wear those whore outfits looking fine asf. I lose all self respect” I said giving him a kiss

“Oh baby, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself” he said kissing me

“So don’t. I want to fuck, and I want it now” I said sitting up

“Won’t I hurt the baby?” He asked

“Matt….. be for real right now. Do you think the baby got his hand hanging out of my cervix ready to high five your dick?” I asked laughing at him

“You’re such a weirdo with your explanations” he said laughing at me

“You will not hurt the baby. It actually says sex is usually more enjoyable when the woman is pregnant” I told him

“So then let’s find out” he said grabbing my cheek and kissing me

Matt laid me back down as he hovered over me kissing me, and then slowly going down to my neck leaving sloppy kisses

“Matt I missed this” I said sighing

“Me too baby” he said coming back up and kissing my lips

He removed his shirt and his pants, and then took my shirt, and shorts off

“You look so fucking hot pregnant” he said gently rubbing my bump

“Maybe after this one we can have another” I said winking at him

“Oh baby I’ll have as many as you want” he said kissing me

Matt had slid off my underwear before coming back up to kiss me, and massaging my breasts lightly because they were a little sore

As he was kissing me, he slowly slid his hand down to massage my clit

“Fuck baby you’re so wet, and I haven’t even done much” he said looking into my eyes

“Matt when I tell you everytime I see you, I need you…I mean it” I told him

“Fuck baby” he said before going back to rubbing my clit, and slowly inserting two fingers inside of me

“Oh fuck Matt that feels so good” I said moaning at the feeling

He kept pumping his fingers in and out of me, before finally removing them, and placing his dick at my entrance

“Ready baby?” He asked

“I’m ready” I said, and slowly Matt slid into me completely bottoming out

“Fuck baby please move” I moaned out to him

Within an instant Matt was thrusting into me at a good pace, not too hard and not too soft. It felt amazing, and his pelvic bone was rubbing against my clit allowing for extra stimulation

“Oh baby I’m going to cum soon” Matt said as he thrusted into me while kissing my neck

“Me too. This feels so fucking good” I moaned out to him

Sex with Matt was always amazing, but I think because of my hormones it felt extra fucking good. I was so fucking wet like the sounds coming from me were insane

Matt kept thrusting into me, and I couldn’t stop clenching down on him

“Fuck matt I’m going to cum” I said clenching down on him harshly

“Come on baby, cum for me” he said thrusting into me and rubbing my clit

“Oh fuckkk” I yelled out as I came so hard all over Matt, my whole fucking body was shaking and my breathing stopped

“Oh my god” I said coming down from my high breathing heavily

Matt soon pulled out, and came all over my lower stomach. He came down from his high, and immediately ran to get a wet rag

“Sorry…cumming on your baby bump feels wrong” he said laughing, and I laughed with him because he’s such a weirdo

“It’s okay you weirdo” I said laughing at him and sitting up

We cleaned ourselves up, and got dressed, and in queue we heard the front door open

“Look at that perfect timing” he said getting up from the bed, and we both walked out to the living room

“We’re BACKKKKK” Nick yelled as he walked in with a ton of target bags full of baby stuff

“Guys what is all this” I said looking at the bags

“Well we have to spoil our unborn niece or nephew” Chris said bringing in more bags

“YALL THIS IS CRAZY” I said as my eyes fell on at least 12 bags of baby stuff

“Listen we’re so excited you have no idea” Nick said

“Hmm” Chris suddenly stopped and looked at Matt and I

“What?” matt said

“I know what was going on here” he said smirking at us

“The fuck are you talking about?” I said

“My poor niece or nephew was getting scrambled….yall was fuckingggggg” Chris said

“The fuck?” Matt said

“Well…..y/n your hair?? And Matt your shirt is on inside out and backwards” Chris said laughing

“MATT” I said smacking him

“OH MY GOD” Nick said laughing

“Uhh sorry?” Matt said getting all shy

We just laughed at this awkward interaction, and then Chris and Matt gave me a haul of what they got me while explaining every single item, and how either they will use it, or how I will use it

The End

Once again I hope yall enjoyed, and for the person that requested this I hope I didn’t disappoint 🥰 also I would like to do a/n at the end of my stories, so if you have any like personal questions, you can ask them here, and I’ll answer them in the next stories endings or as a separate thread 🤭🤭

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #smut

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gunnrblze · 6 months ago

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how do you think the Ghost boys would be while they are sick with a cold/the flu?

(if we are their romantic partner)

This took me a minute to get to, my bad🥲 I love this idea though hehe

Pairing Hesh and Logan here- I think they’d be a little whiny about it lol, but in a lowkey way. Like “damn…nose is sooo stuffy rn😔…my throat really hurts babe idk…” and give you those puppy dog eyes for attention. Like when you have something that a kid wants really bad and they just sit there like “that cupcake looks really good…” you know? 😭 they’ll be all woe is me for a bit, will need extra cuddles and extra love, bless them. They were coddled by their mother when they were sick children, so they kinda want to be coddled again by their partner, but they’d never admit it❤️

Elias the typa dude to be like “I’m not even that sick…it’s not that bad, honey” while he’s hacking up a lung. He’d admit his weakness, but would be dancing around the fact that he’s actually about to collapse on the ground, the typical “I’ll be fine don’t worry” *is actively throwing up*. He’d be a little clingier too, but it’s disguised as him just wanting to spend more time with you, totally not because he feels bad…

Merrick would absolutely not do jack shit about it at first lmao. Like a lot of men, would refuse needing to go to the doctor/take medicine, very much an “I’m tougher than influenza” type scenario💀. Definitely on board to tough it out, until you (his pride and joy) convince him to get more rest/fluids/etc. A doting partner is his downfall here. Probably the only person alive that could coax him into bed and put a cold rag on his forehead.

Keegan I think would get even less talkative than he already is, his exhaustion would get the best of him since he’s used to staying awake for long periods of time (sniper behavior), because ‘I’ve been awake for too long’ tired and ‘my body is attacking me’ tired are two different feelings, he’d be a little thrown off. Would like to use you as a body pillow if available, and I think he’d let you dote on him unlike Merrick at first. Another Grade A clinger here.

Kick being down with the sickness (shoutout disturbed) would be a lot like your cat when it gets sick. You may think he’s dying, but in about four business days he’ll randomly bounce back. I like to think when he gets sick, like Keegan, he gets very sick, but then he’s over it like it never happened. Would whine for you to cuddle him, but insist he doesn’t wanna infect you. Yaps about the wicked fever dreams he’s been having (they make no sense, he really just needs you to listen, babe)

Rorke, bless his heart, would be so fucking annoying when sick. Like Merrick, has the whole “the flu is nothing, ever been shot before?” mindset💀. Would refuse medication/treatment even if he needs it, typical tough guy shit. He’d have to be knocking on deaths door to admit how bad he feels. But he’d absolutely let YOU coddle him, he’d just be a butthead about it. “I don’t need more soup, darlin-well if you INSIST…🙄”. Somehow very nonchalant yet dramatic at the same time.

#call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #call of duty #hesh walker #david hesh walker #logan walker #logan walker cod #elias walker call of duty #elias walker #thomas merrick #cod merrick #keegan russ #keegan russ cod #kick cod ghosts #kick call of duty #gabriel rorke #rorke cod #cod hcs #gunnrblze rambles

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acrossrealities · 2 months ago

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why do i feel like i have shifted to a parallel universe??

ok here me out, i sound lowkey crazy however about a month ago i was in bali and i forgot to pack my skirt from a set i wanted to wear. so i accidentally only brought the top w me. i actually was really upset about it cos the entire set was so nice and i remember consciously hitting myself a few times in the 2 weeks i was there bc i wanted to wear it. I literally searched up and down for that skirt too and it was nowhere to be seen in the suitcase. this also included me going through every packing cube when i got to bali to see if i had my skirt with me and there was absolutely nothing??

fast forward 3 weeks, about 5 days ago – i finally unpack my suitcase (i had bali belly and then ended up w the flu i promise im not disgusting) and guess what i fckn find packed in there?? MY SKIRT. however now i CANT FIND THE TOP??? it was not packed in there at all. it was like i went into a reality where it ended up being the opposite way around, so i brought my skirt with me but not my top. you’re probs thinking “oh you must’ve left it at the hotel” absolutely not. i am very peculiar with the way i pack and i triple check the entire hotel room before leaving. and i literally remember packing the top as well, it’s such a vivid memory for me 😭

this has been on my mind for a couple of days because i actually have no idea what happened. like i remember even telling my friend in bali “omg i forgot to bring my skirt” and holding up the top. but IDK i feel like im going crazy?? i stg the skirt was never in there to begin with?!?

anyways there is my story

#shifting methods #shifting motivation #shifting community #shiftblr #shiftingrealities #shifting blog #shifting consciousness #reality shifting #shifters #shifting #shifting antis dni #shifting diary #harry potter shifting #hogwarts dr #harry potter dr

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i-like-books-and-women · 2 months ago

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Back at it again:

Saturday sick headcanons brought to you by everyone around me is sick and they're getting me sick I'm pretty sure. Again idk man I'm just a yapper

Zach: idk why but I feel like Zach has the immune system of a Victorian. Every time they're on tour he spends at least half of it at minimum mildly sick. Because he spends so much time being mildly sick he's pretty good at still functioning but when he's like dead with the plague bro is a clingy mother fucker. Like "You're so mean you're abandoning me please don't leave me" "I'm literally going to the bathroom-" kind of clingy.

Angel: sympathy puker. He's gotta be at least 20 feet away from anyone throwing up or he's also puking his guts out. He doesn't get flu sick super often but he's always stomach bug patient zero in the Saturday house. Also this is kinda relevant but he was a dirt eater as a kid. I say this because crunchy people or rural people always say it boosts your immune system. Also also I feel like he's someone that just allergic to outside during the spring and summer.

Ruben: he's the kind of person that thinks taking medicine is weak sauce behavior so when he actually is taking medicine you know shit is rough. I also think he's a sufferer of migraines which are the only thing he consistently takes meds for. He's been through that hell too many times and does not fuck around with that shit anymore. When he's sick it is 90% zachs fault cause he folds so damn easily when he gets hit with "baby please" and he makes it known to everyone that it is zachs fault. He's also someone that he'll get sick in like January and the sniffly shit is still lingering around until april.

Jon: I don't think he ever gets sick much so normally his job is to be mama when everyone else gets sick. (He loves taking care of the others). But when he does get sick he is down for the count. Like completely bedridden for at least a week. When he's like sick sick he's the most dramatic person in the world. Like texting the group chat every hour basically "I'm dying and none of you care cause you don't love me :(" kinda dramatics.

If any of them are sick they're dramatic as hell about it though. They are also dramatic as hell about not getting them sick. If any of them are even slightly sniffly it is full blown lysol spray on everything clorox whipping anything that is touched.

#yuh ✨️#thats all i got #if this gets out #itgo #zach knight #ruben montez #angel phan #jon braxton

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callsignfangs · 1 year ago

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I know you have something to say about Farah.

Do it.

You know you want to. 😊😉

You lot know me so well 💔💔

Giggles but actually, I’m sorry for randomly vanishing, long story short ive been dealing w some personal stuff and been hesitant to start posting again bc it might be a bit on n off lol. But most things have chilled out a little bit, so i might dip my head back into writing 😇

Also, bc of my amazing luck, I literally got sick, like, today. Sooo, have my fever-induced Farah rambles 😻 Brought to you by. Idk probably the flu or something 💪

Note: the fact i managed to dump this all out in one session before napping is a lil funny ngl 😇

Double note: I acc had a different plan for this, but the sickness has unfortunately taken me, and I’m just going with the flow atp 😇 prepare for more of my Farah braindumps after i’m mildly more alive 😚

Farah & Sick!reader drabble 😚

(Tws: vague sickness, fever 👍)

Lets start this off with the simple fact that- she’s the queen of home remedies. You could pick up some degenerative alien disease from a far off solar system, and she probably has something for it. Mot to mention that she’s pretty good at making said remedies notably more appealing, which definitely doesn’t hurt. Sure, she won’t shy away from medicating you, more than prepared to deal with your slightly high shenanigans, but it’s definitely nice to not be drugged up instantly.

She’s also absolutely attached to you at the hip. It’s like she’s given herself the job of your personal nurse, or something. Of course, she’s doing what’s best for you, but she folds just a little at the sight of your soft, weepy eyes.

Admittedly, she’s not the best cook on the planet. She has more important responsibilities than learning to cook. However, for you? She digs up every family recipe she could find, probably digging up an old scrapbook or two of her grandparent’s meanwhile. She’s determined to shower you in gourmet-level food as much as humanly possible, even if that means constantly ducking out of the kitchen to check on you, cuddled up on the couch.

Speaking of cuddles, she’s an absolute cuddle monster. The second you’ll let her, she’s buried alongside you, her gentle warmth dissolving into tour achy muscles, your pounding head showered in soft little kisses - even a couple on the lips, if she can sneak them, because, no, love, she doesn’t care about getting sick, she’ll live.

And, of course, she’ll insist on a nice bath with you, seeing as she just wants to see you better, sweetheart. Her getting to snuggle up with you in the tub is definitely just a happy coincidence.

Bathing with Farah is absolutely heavenly. She fills up the tub herself, happily murmuring pleasant little anecdotes and warm comforts into your ears as lukewarm water splashes around behind you. Gently helping you out of your pyjamas (well, her pyjamas, that were practically yours at this point), she dips her foot into the water, feeling the coolish liquid cover her feet. She slowly eases you in, a slight guilt pooling in her heart as you whine about just how cold the water felt. She keeps you buried in her arms throughout, kissing your cheeks and praising you sweetly, even letting you tuck your face against her shoulder.

Once you’re actually in, the bath is a near-perfect affair. Farah keeps you against her chest the entire time, happily kneading at your pained muscles, letting the water wash away the sweat staining your skin. She guides you down softly, supporting your neck with a gentle, rough hand as she dips your hair into the water, letting it wash away the tightness behind your eyes as best it could, easily tasking herself with washing your hair. It’s like she turns into your personal masseuse, looping a leg around your hips to keep you safely tucked against her, stroking delicately through the soft strands of your hair, loving hands brushing against their perfect spot on your scalp, leaving your muscles at a similar consistency to the water you were surrounded by.

She takes to washing your hair easily, lathering each product in her hands and warmly rubbing them in, pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead between each one (her face occasionally scrunches as the misplaced product stains her mouth, but it’s worth it to see the little contented smile against your lips).

Thankfully, she doesn’t shy away from care elsewhere, either. She easily lathers each skincare product against your prone form, adjusting you gently against her arms to completely cover every inch of your sweet, delicate skin. Of course, each touch is punctuated with a little massage, hoping to soothe each and every inch of your sickly form, along with her fair share of kisses.

Unsurprisingly, getting out of the tub felt like hell. Sure, the water was mildly cold, but you’d adjusted to it, at this point, lazing easily against Farah’s warmth like a cat in the sun. You definitely felt like a wet cat as she eased you up, shivers immediately picking up the second your skin was exposed to the icy-seeming air. A snug, fluffy towel was wrapped around you almost immediately, with Farah swiftly reaching out to crank the heating up - just enough to keep the temperature difference from making your sickness worse.

Farah was quick to herd you into the bedroom, sitting you down on the bed and exchanging the, now damp, towel for a cosy robe she’d bought a while ago, surprisingly still unused.

And, before you could even consider protesting, she was crouched between your legs, gently towelling down the damp skin. She slowly made her way up, from your feet all the way up to your hair, occasionally popping to and from the bathroom, finishing off your skin and hair care.

By the time she’d finished, you were cuddled up in another - notably lighter - pair of her pyjamas, buried safely on her side of the bed, her honeyed scent filling your senses. Your head was pillowed against her chest, eyes trained vaguely before you as she flicked through her movie catalogue, looking for something peaceful yet entertaining.

Eventually, after her careful deliberation, she decides on some lighthearted romcom. It doesn’t particularly matter at this point, though, seeing as you’d conked out before the opening credits had even begun, your soft, purring snores filling the room and bringing a loving smile to her face. Looking after you so delicately had been amazing, but she was absolutely relieved you were finally getting the sleep your body so desperately needed.

Sighing happily, she lays the two of you down, snuggling beneath the covers and kissing you goodnight, easily falling into slumber in her favourite place - cuddled up beside you.

#call of duty #cod #cod mw3 #cod fandom #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #farah karim #cod fic #cod mwii #fangs drabbles #sickness #sickfic #sorta #idk anymore #going feral #just a little #😚#shes so hozier coded dont even #shes literally hozier himself

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dutifullyshamelessearthquake · 11 months ago

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ITS TIME

ok okay okaaay, thinking about slow build stomach flus. With Cyno ofc. And I won’t apologize. But I’m thinking like, the kind where pain and nausea come and go. But like across the span of a whole day and a half. There be a pang of discomfort and maybe an uncomfortable roll of the stomach…and then it’ll pass and the character is fine again for a good few hours. And for cyno i feel like just because it’s stomach pain and no other symptoms and the nausea comes and goes with a fair amount of time in between he’s like….it’s probably fine? But what I love about a slow build flu is that the other stuff just kinda settles in..I love the idea of a Cyno who (this kinda goes back to the whole getting sick on the night that everyone is out but nari prompt too!!) where all day he’s just like a tiny bit off. He’s getting ready to go out and doing his hair but stops cuz it’s suddenly too much energy. He grabs a drink of water but doesn’t finish it cuz it’s just..not sitting right? But like not even that it’s vaguer. And ofc he’s finding himself dreading nari not being there at first just a little more than normal? Idk the internal feeling of malaise is so interesting to me cuz you’re just sort of dragging… but with the flu it’s unavoidable..

so eventually the pains come more often, and it’s more specifically in the stomach and the nausea kicks up and the dizzy ness too. Maybe it’s by now he’s asking nari to go home, he feels bad and it’s almost like…he can’t escape the gross icky feeling slowly filling him up. His discomfort is just seeping into all parts of him and it’s hard to process why everything (his clothes the lights the room even his favorite card game) feels *bad* que the whole kaveh and alhaitham summoning Tighnari to come get his man cuz he looks likes either gonna puke pass out or cry (or all ??) and they are scared cuz somehow he also looks close to biting one of them…

I ALSO like the idea of a Cyno where they get home and he’s just falling apart (emotional maybe? Frustrated? Overtired?) idk cranky icky baby. His stomach hurts pretty bad now but it still hasn’t reached the point of it being an issue- until the next day. Because there’s something so soul crushing about hoping you’re gonna feel better in the morning and waking up feeling *way worse* and then ofc, the vomiting begins and there’s no way out but through.

ALSO unrelated but related light head Cyno dealing with bad food poisoning and passing out in front of Tighnari for the first time. Idk if I said this before so it so I’m so sorry!! Feel free to ignore if that’s the case lol. But Tighnari calling someone like kaveh or collie or anyone to talk too after Cyno is asleep and confirmed not dying and just breaking down? Yes. But!! Follow it by Cyno calling out to nari from the room, which totally embarrasses him. And Tighnari goes running cuz he’s worried sick but it turns out Cyno wants to comfort HIM! And nari is all no you need sleep but Cyno insists and talks with him until he literally can’t keep his eyes open or maybe the nausea starts to kick up. I just think it would be sweet…Cyno agreeing to not get up with out tighnari there in case he falls and tighnari allowing himself to get some much needed comfort too cuz whole shit that was wild.

I feel like I have more but I’ll chill for now 😂😂 if I remember I’ll speak up FEAR NOT

Oh my word YES!! All this is simply brilliant. And it's so fitting considering I have a Cyno stomach flu prompt to fill next 👀 I might just have to use some of these ideas, if that's alright with you!

I absolutely adore slow build up as well, if it's done right it's just ARGH! I love it! I think it's one of the reasons I enjoyed writing Through the Snow so much. Having a character be primarily fine, but those tiny little hints that something is wrong start to rear their heads. And it's so vague and far between that the character just can't put a finger on something being actually wrong, until things are really wrong.

Ahh all those ideas are so good. I love things just slowly building up the way you described- his arms just starting to feel heavy as he's doing his hair and he just wants to sit for a moment. Deciding to get a glass of water but he can't quite bring himself to finish it. Dreading going out and spending time with friends when that's something he usually loves. Longing for Tighnari's presence in a way that's much too vulnerable-feeling for Cyno's comfort.

AND don't get me started on the going to bed, hoping to sleep it off, waking up feeling worse trope, I freaking love that! Like you said, that absolutely soul-crushing realisation of realising you're not feeling any better, actually no, you feel worse.

It somewhat ties into this vague idea I've been chewing on, I love the idea of a character coming home, (let's go with Tighnari and Cyno, they're the center of attention right now after all) Tighnari coming home, either from a class he couldn't skip or from getting some necessities from the store. And he comes home knowing Cyno isn't feeling well - he's been off for a while now and maybe that morning was the morning he woke up and realised okay he's not feeling good and told Tighnari. And I'm just picturing Tighnari looking for him and finding Cyno looking so vulnerable. The type of vulnerability he usually shows only when he's alone. There are classics like finding him lying on the bathroom floor, or just miserable sitting with his head over the toilet, but the scene I have in head is him just lying on the bed. Curled in on himself, knees drawn up to his stomach, arms close to his chest. His back is to the door and he just looks so small and defeated.

That scene has a very high likelihood of appearing in a fic soon ahh.

And back to what were saying, YES! I remember I had a long ramble a while back about the scenario of Cyno passing out for the first time around Tighnari, and argh, it's another scenario I really want to bring to life in a fic at some point when the story is right for it. I don't want to risk repeating anything I already said in that post (it's late and I'm planning on heading to bed right after I finish typing this out, so my brain definitely isn't at its sharpest) so I'll keep my rambles brief, but I'm so in love with this scenario. And especially Nari in this situation, like he was rattled after that (how couldn't he be??) And I just have this feeling that, even though he's the sick one and this is all entirely outside of his control, Cyno would just have so much immense guilt for 'putting Nari through this.'

ALSO before I wrap up! I did read your follow up ask, and I have thoughts, BUT I'm going to hold off on answering it, just because some of the rambles I wish to ramble relate to my coming fic, and I don't want to spoil anything 👀

#earthquake author's note #earthquake rambles #sickfic #genshin sickfic #genshin emeto #emeto #sickfic headcanons #sickfic prompts #sick cyno

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thelivingautomaton · 2 years ago

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so lately i've been curing my brainrot by listening to audiobooks while i crochet, the result being that i have gotten really, really into the wheel of time (which i've previously bounced off of like, 3 separate times) and also been tweeting about it. anyway i have finished the first book and simply must scream into the void about it

jesus, okay, where do i even begin. let's talk about characters

so i KNEW that mat was gonna be The Character Of All Time going right in, i am self-aware enough about what kinds of blorbos i enjoy (read: cocky roguish guy who is actually a sopping wet cat of a man and uses snark to obscure deep-seated angst and/or doubt in himself, his identity, and his goodness). and i do have an affection for mat at this point

although ngl it kind of totally went over my head when i last tried to read these books that he is also? kind of a dick this early on? though to be fair he was having his soul eaten by an evil dagger for like, two-thirds of the book

that being said. what i did NOT expect was for the dark horse surprise contenders for Character Of All Time to be nynaeve and rand

nynaeve is literally the funniest, pettiest bitch ever and i love her SO MUCH. literally what if you were a preternaturally gifted healer and given a position of authority at a very young age so you had a complex about it, but that complex manifests itself as a bullheaded stubborn drive to Take Care Of Your People, and you are ready to throw hands with every magic lady Jedi on the way because you are fueled by Pure Unadulterated Spite at all times

every time she'd try to start a catty slap fight with moiraine and moiraine would just, like, sip her tea unbothered? now THAT'S comedy

sidenote, dear lord do these characters drink a lot of tea. do they have coffee in this nebula. do they have new world crops. i feel like someone must have mentioned potatoes. where was i

oh my god, rand. RAND. literally WHAT IF you were a farmboy from the ass-end of nowhere and you get pulled into this fantastical adventure like a hero from legend, but you spend 700 pages having all of your assumptions about the world and yourself systemically questioned and tested and broken down. and the whole time you're holding onto the hope of going home and going back to the way things were, until you experience the crushing weight of the Hero's Journey and the fact that you can never really go home (read: go back to the simple life and the way things used to be) ever again

EXCEPT!!! THAT THERE IS ALSO WONDER AND EXCITEMENT AND CURIOSITY TOO!!! like, obviously i loved all the times that rand and the other farm kids are agog seeing different parts of the world (especially the cities -- dude, i LOVE the setup for caemlyn) but literally one of my favorite scenes was when rand is on the spray sitting at the top of the mast and he just starts laughing aloud for the freedom and joy of it all. the journey will be long and terrible and arduous but it's so important to show that there are bright moments on the way too. i'm going to puke

also there's a few moments between rand and the dark one (ba'alzamon? bro idk how anything is spelled) that were so *chef's kiss*, like rand telling him "i belong to myself" or in their big fight when he screams that he'll never be a hound for the dark one. more generally i love the emphasis placed on the importance and power of people taking a stand, even if they know it's futile. ESPECIALLY if they know it's futile. (there was this line from moiraine like "the wheel weaves as the wheel wills, but i refuse to believe it weaves an end to all hope". waugh)

also i know the reveal that rand can channel was telegraphed from a mile away but i ain't even mad about it because i feel like the setup was done so nicely. you get a scene of moiraine explaining to nynaeve about how channeling feels the first time you do it (i.e. you have the greatest need you've ever known, then a week later your body has a delayed reaction that feels like a weird flu), you get rand and mat escaping whitebridge via improbable lightning strikes, then you get rand coming down with a weird flu. like, idk, i like it when creators set up dominoes and i as a reader can SEE the dominoes getting set up and i get to go like, hoohoohoo, can't wait for those to get knocked down!

unsurprisingly since rand and nynaeve are my two favs i also am enamored with their dynamic. maybe it's because you're in rand's head the most in this book, and so it's the closest you as a reader are to seeing a straightforward platonic relationship between a male and female character? but okay like, listen. nynaeve is the FIRST PERSON (maybe the only person rn??) rand shares his fears with re: tam not being his dad and him not knowing who he is. and nynaeve immediately reassures him that it doesn't matter, she saw tam and kari with him and she KNOWS they loved him like any father and mother

or like, the scene when rand overhears lan and nynaeve having their whole Dramatic Star-Crossed Romance (which is like, cool, but also, can't wait for lan to get over his TTRPG Tragic Backstory [affectionate] and kiss her already), and the chapter ends with a line like "Rand closed his eyes. He did not think the Wisdom would like it if he saw her cry." good GOD!

how old are these kids supposed to be anyway. like i know nynaeve is older by a few years and she's...24? so are the rest 18-20ish? oh my god you guys, they're KIDS

i'm sure i will have more thoughts about the other characters as these books progress and shit continues to pop off and Get Funky (especially relevant vis a vis perrin going full wolf mode and egwene learning how to be an aes sedai). also i love how often it's repeated that people from the two rivers are The Most Stubborn People Alive, and how rand holds onto that as part of his identity (re: envisioning hardy two rivers soil)

now let us talk about the world because OH MY GOD

one of the things that definitely stuck with me was the secret hidden lore re: "this is actually post-post-post apocalyptic earth", cf. thom telling stories about "lenn flying to the skies in an eagle made of fire" and "salya walking among the stars", because it is so fucking insane as a concept and jordan does it REALLY WELL, in the sense that any references to "our" earth are so oblique and indirect that they're barely comprehensible, which is as it should be if these books take place a whole two ages later

but it's also such a perfect excuse/reason to deliberately echo and make homage to myths and stories that we as readers are familiar with, the most obvious being the legend of artur hawkwing (and also half of our main cast having arthurian-esque names). something something george lucas saying that it's like poetry, it rhymes

the part that really dropped me flat on my ass though was when perrin and egwene and elyas are leaving the tinkers and elyas LITERALLY recites anglican catechism at them ("as it once was, so shall it ever be, world without end"), reader i screamed

that being said. i do kind of wish there was more Weird Religion Bullshit. i mean it makes sense that the cosmology and people's theological beliefs are pretty universal (given that it's a Canonical Big Deal Historical Event that the embodiment of evil punched a hole in reality and made magic evil and fucked up for men forever), but like. where is the variety! where is the spice! where are the religious freaks! give me religious freaks!!!

however this is ameliorated by the fantastic variety in cultures/societies/stories, and also the overarching theme of "the world has moved on from what it once was". like, everything with loial (also strong contender for Supporting Character Of All Time) talking about the groves and how different the world is from what he'd read about in the stedding! the entire scene with the green man (which still makes me feel completely fucking insane, just btw)! perrin and egwene at the ruined statue of artur hawkwing! moiraine telling the people of emond's field about manetheren! WHEWWWWWWWWWW

like, it really does give you this sense of history and loss. but also i hope that as the books go on it gets more into, like, "okay, the world has moved on and nothing will ever be as it once was. so what are we going to do with the world we have? how are we going to keep it safe and let it grow?"

sidenote: the tragedy of listening to the audiobooks is that i can't flip back to look at the map or the glossary if i start getting a little lost 😭 help i just want to get everything Right in my head

i also feel like jordan does a fantastic job of like...getting the reader further and further into the more fantastical or impactful elements of the world step by careful step and pacing out how he escalates the characters' importance to the world. does this make any sense.

like, baerlon -> whitebridge -> caemlyn is a steady stepwise escalation in Experiencing A City. and the one-two-three combo of loial explaining ta'veren to rand + rand overhearing a farmer gossip about queen morgase and her family + the repeated references to seeing the false dragon in caemlyn all leads perfectly into rand falling into the garden and the entire chapter with elayne and gawyn and morgase. (side note: this chapter was fucking incredible, good god i am obsessed with royal political bullshit.) OR having all these moments of the characters with moiraine to establish her nature, then providing an immediate contrast with the introduction of elaida as the "other" aes sedai. DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE AT ALL. it's dominoes, baby

okay i have a few other miscellaneous thoughts

i fucking love how unapologetically trope-y these books are. it is so crunchy. not just vis a vis the hero's journey, but also, like, all the repeated motifs? spooky symbolic dream sequences? excerpts from in-universe writings and poetry? Foreshadowing Via Fortune-Telling? chef's kiss

also, dude, i love that robert jordan really dropped all of the fucking symbols for the next who knows how many books into three paragraphs via min. he knew the girlies would go crazy for this. AND HE WAS RIGHT

same goes for the whole concept of ta'veren, like i know on the surface it's kind of a goofy concept that you are Assigned Main Character At Birth by the wheel/the pattern, but also like. this man knew people on tumblr would be obsessing over characters doomed/haunted by narratives 30 years after these books were published. his third eye was OPEN

in a bizarre way so much of the story elements and pacing feels like a d&d campaign. mat is the rogue who picks up stuff he really shouldn't. perrin is a barbarian that accidentally took a level in druid. lan is the dm's npc blorbo with the intricately detailed tragic backstory that gets dumped on the players all at once (this is affectionate i swear). do you see what i'm saying

hi i love these books a lot already and i can't wait for them to get even more insane. thanks 4 ur time

#wheel of time #the wheel of time #wot book spoilers #but not really cos this is all the first book. i just don't know what other tags to add and i want this post to Find Its People #also i'm just now realizing how appropriate it is that i crochet while listening to these books #because. you know. the wheel weaves and whatnot

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Henlo Cap, do u have any advice for me who's sure now i'm bullied at work. I thought i was paranoid at first but it became clear now whenever i made a mistake it would get broadcasted in the groupchat and then they would say stuff like : explaining work ethics, watch for cleaneliness at work, dont infect ur coworkers with shit. Now, they are vague about who are they talking about so i never wanted to assume, but yesterday they actually @ me. HR is in the GC and did nothing.

They do it irl too, though they be vague about it like one time i had a bad headache at work, and since i dont have anything to do (ive finished everything i need to do for that day, my jobdesk is free) i thought it would be ok to rest my eyes a bit. And of course it was not ok, my coworkers made sure to remind me by mocking about a certain someone who fell asleep at work, even do it loudly in front of HR during morning briefing (again, HR didn't do shit) we were talking about how our CEO provided us with vitamin because everyone kept getting sick, and then one of them asked if it could make us sleepy, when she said no they go on about a certain someone that's always sleepy even without meds.

Everything is already hard for me since im diagnosed with depression and anxiety, and I actually do drink meds for that. Which is why im sleepy coz i forgot the night med all the time, and took it when i remember (2 am) which made me sleepy in the morning. Idk if i should tell anyone here abt my mental illness coz ppl here usually dont believe in that.

And now im paranoid about everything, about making any little mistake, which lead to making more mistake because its hard to focus when people around me are like that.

Im even afraid of getting sick, because one time i got a really bad flu for more than a week, cant take too many days off because im not really comfortable being at home anyway (i still live with my abuser). So again, they keep mocking about a certain someone who's sick and is bothering everyone with the sniffling and tissues- now saying that if anyone else got sick, its that certain someone fault for infecting them.

Those are the few things they did, there are many more. And imma add that they are never hostile towards everyone else's mistake, like one time someone legit left the office key dangling for the weekend, leaving the place vulnerable for robbery, and the other time they forgot to turn off the AC before going home, waste of electricity. No mockery about that.

Resigning isn't an option because well- that what they wanted and im not giving it to them, it would feel like quitting the battlefield and that means losing, i aint losing lolol

So.. yeah what do i do abt this, im quite new to working and all, so ive never experienced something like this. Im currently working in a startup so there are not more than 20 people here total, and everyone is in on it, they either actively participate or stayed quiet and probably agreeing (fyi : most of them are 30+ yo, some even married and have kids while i haven't even graduated college so its sad for them rly)

And.. sorry for the long rant :3

You don’t deserve to be treated like this. They don’t deserve to know. get out of that place as fast as you can. working a job at fuckin’ Tescos and having a nice lot of people to work with is better than getting bullied in a job that pays 100 quid an hour.

Love your life, let the people around you be good. Your current work environment will only drag you down.

#cod john price #simon ghost riley #task force 141 #tf 141 #gaz cod #soap mactavish #price #captain price #call of duty #john price

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Oh my okay I've got several... no I've got plenty of questions abt Truffula Flu lol

So... I'll ask all I remembered I wanted to ask, I hope it won't be too much..

1. Why guns aren't allowed in camp Entre? Maybe I skipped few posts, but I didn't see explanation for this one

2. About zombie mutations. Is they're really become stronger or is it just Rocky and Entre become weaker cuz of their illnesses?

3. Swags mod said that Swag would probably leave camp and die somewhere in quite place, while trying to survive. Why would he leave people that he cares about? Im a little bit dumb and don't exactly understand his planned ending 8(

4. There was a moment when One-ler tried to convince Bitter to put him out of his misery, but he escaped that. And I was curious, if he actually killed him then, would Entre blame himself for that? And if so, would it be worse then he blamed himself when he killed Bitter by his own hands?

5. After Rockys planned death, would Swag blame Entre for this? I mean, emotionally shocked, blame him again about this apocalypse stuff, that Rocky wouldn't die if he wasn't infected and etc.

I hope I made myself clear cuz I dunno how to put some questions ughh😭😭

And again Im sorry if its too much questions!

PHEW THAT IS A CHUNKY LIST. i love it

1. guns are loud and the infected are drawn to loud noises so if you shot a gun you’d be ringing the dinner bell basically. i feel like maybe we touched on it directly? but if i’m wrong it’s probably bc it’s a common thing brought up in zombie apocalypse stories so we might’ve assumed ppl just Knew why none of them used or wanted to use a gun

2. they do become stronger! i actually have a whole list of mutations (and more can be added as ppl come up with them! it’s open lore basically)

i made a whole google doc explaining the actual truffula flu and the symptoms, risks, etc (content warning for if you’re sensitive to medical discussion?? i don’t know how to word it but i wrote it like ur typical online disease info page. also content warning for zombies bc. it’s entirely abt zombification.)

rocky and entre being weakened definitely didn’t help their situation but yes. it’s mainly bc the spiky zombie is faster and stronger than ur typical sort

3. this is kinda hard for me to answer bc i’m not the one who originally wrote it. i don’t rly know why it was planned for it to go like that. i guess out of irony? i know the original plan was for swag to be the sole survivor at the end, but that kinda clashed w other plans so it was changed. so maybe this was the compromise to that

i will say tho that. things had been discussed since that post was made and his story goes differently than was broadcasted. howso? you’ll just have to see :)

4. yes, entre still would’ve blamed himself because ultimately: this is all his fault. regardless of who dies how or where. they wouldn’t be in that situation if it weren’t for him. especially if it’s connected directly with the infection. especially if it’s right in front of him where he can’t ignore it

he wouldn’t have been AS devastated by bitters death if he weren’t the one that had to kill him tho, because the thing is: that was the first time entre had directly killed someone who was still “alive” (unless i’m forgetting some obscure shit i did or said idk it’s been over a decade) and not only that, it was someone who was still his friend despite what he’d done? and even more layers: he had worked so hard to get bitter to come out of his shell prior to the infection and actually be his friend and then this happens. and he has to be the one to end it. bc he was pressured into it

so honestly entres descent into immense self-loathing and all that would have been Very different from how we saw it if someone else had taken care of bitter

5. nah i don’t think swag would’ve like actively started pointing fingers at entre again at that point. like deep deep down swag can’t ignore that this IS entre’s fault and this WOULDNT have happened if not for his mistake, but…swag realizes in the story that it’s not gonna get them anywhere if he keeps holding on so hard to those facts. like if he keeps berating and belittling entre as payback for everything what’s actually gonna get better for that? nothing. all it does is give him temporary catharsis and even that gets cheaper and lasts less time every time he does it

entre wants to fix things so earnestly and tries and swag sees that and wants to help because obviously he also would like this to be undone or at least, cured. and they can’t help each other if they’re at odds. and so even if it’s really hard on him to lose rocky like that, i think at that point it’s just chalked up to “this bitch of a situation” and not “entre did this”

not forgetting the fact that at that point, entre is going to mean a LOT to him because of how their relationship has deepened. so he’s not gonna turn on one of the only ppl he has left

thank you for the questions!! 😊

#durachokmp3 #asks #truffula flu #entre #swag #survivialswag

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onboardsorasora · 1 year ago

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if you saw this just now, no you didn't. reposting because I literally couldn't find it after I pressed post...this is in response to this brain worm

I have no self control or whatever lmao. I haven't read this over– my brain tells me it sucks. If it does, we never have to speak about it ever again lmao

Dewis vampire au? idk

Lewis stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He wiped the steam off of the mirror and looked at his reflection. He was finally feeling better, after being sick for like a week. It always happened at the end of fall, his body would be run down to the point where he would catch a cold or the flu from his niece or nephew.

Daniel had been sweet in taking care of him. They’d only just started dating, their first month-iversary spent feeding Lewis soup in bed. Lewis had felt embarrassed but Daniel had merely pressed a chilled kiss to the side of Lewis’ neck.

Nobody had told him this before, but having a vampire around was amazing when you ran a fever.

Lewis washed his face, sighing in relief at how person-like he was finally feeling. The shower really helped. Opening the cupboard, he took out some floss and wrapped it around his fingers. His mouth tasted terrible, he'd rather not think about how long ago he had actually brushed his teeth.

He methodically flossed between his teeth, listening to Daniel as he softly padded around the bedroom. He had sent Lewis off to shower, saying he would strip the bed for him.

“Crap.” Lewis complained, feeling a stinging in his gum. He bore his teeth at his reflection, huffing in annoyance at the thin line of red that peeked up from the healthy pink of his gums. Lewis washed out his mouth, spitting coppery water down the drain. He grimaced into the mirror again to see if the bleeding had stopped and was startled to see Daniel standing behind him– watching him intently.

He hadn’t heard him come in, but that was to be expected. Daniel only made noise to be inconspicuous.

Daniel eyed him, his honey eyes gaining a quiet intensity that Lewis always enjoyed turned on him. It was a heady feeling having all of Daniel’s attention on him. Daniel cupped Lewis’ jaw tenderly, swiping his thumb over Lewis’ beard. His gaze shifted from Lewis’ own chocolate gaze to his lips.

Daniel pressed their lips together tenderly and Lewis gasped at the contact. Daniel smiled against his lips and snaked his tongue into Lewis’ mouth, licking at his teeth and moaning at the taste of his prize. Daniel pulled back, kissing Lewis’ jaw reverently. Lewis’ eyes fluttered open, scowling at Daniel’s soft smile.

“My mouth tastes gross.” Lewis complained self consciously. He reached for his toothbrush in the cup by the faucet.

“Your mouth tastes amazing.” Daniel kissed the back of Lewis’ neck before swatting his towel covered ass and sauntering back into the bedroom. Lewis watched him go through the still foggy mirror.

Wrote a little more

#lewis/daniel #vampire au?#dewis #dewis my beloved

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reborrowed-archive · 2 years ago

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a strange appearance, part two

how does everyone write 800 gt first meetings? it's the worst. there's dialogue and a sense of anxiety that bleeds into self-doubt about what I'm doing.

Stranger Swap Masterpost | ao3 First | Prev | Next Val talks themself through an anxiety attack, Phoebe gets herself in trouble. Word Count: ~2400 cws: anxiety attack, unreality, reference to past abuse. nonsexual nudity? that seems bizarre to warn for in text, idk if it's needed, but it's addressed here taglist: @whumpsday

Val froze mid-step as something fell to the floor back in the bedroom. A second later, their ears flicked as they caught a long groan from the renter. Val was so freaked out they couldn’t recognize the sound and struggled to pick what new problem it might represent.

Was the renter coming out? Was she herself again? Something new? The thud was louder than Val would expect even the most clumsy borrower child to make from a fall, but it had been decidedly more singular than human footsteps.

Val didn’t want to deal with her. They didn’t even want to think about her, their head was already full worrying about what to do next. Every other times things had gotten this bad for them, somebody else had loomed over them with exacting instructions on how best to appease the danger. Now, the choice was their own and the freedom was paralyzing.

They paced past the front door, dimly aware that they could leave, very conscious of having nowhere to go. They felt as cornered as before they’d blacked out and as trapped as the last time they’d been caught. The ceiling was too low and the walls pressed in like a box that was sure to rip open any second for a pair of prodding, grabbing hands.

The renter started yelling at them again and for a moment it fuelled the illusion. She was distant and muffled, the same as if they were separated by a sheet of cardboard instead of drywall.

They needed to hide, but they kept pacing. They couldn’t hide like this. They turned the corner into the kitchen, too wide, and bumped their hip against the table. Val flinched as the table jumped forward, as if it were some mere object and not an immutable fact of the apartment’s landscape. They swallowed the scream clawing up their throat.

At least their headache was gone. They paused to hold onto the thought. They probably weren’t going to die of the flu later this week. For a few seconds, things didn’t feel progressively worse.

“I know you’re still there, dude! Why can’t you come back and tell me what’s going on?”

Val groaned as they were knocked back into the anxiety spiral.

I don’t know what this is either!

What they did know, they didn’t want to tell her, because what would happen when this…whatever sorted itself out? They already had more than their share of experience explaining their existence to humans and no one ever took the news well. The best outcome Val had gotten so far had started with a week in a garishly colored cage.

Val wasn’t willing to consider the possibility that this was going to be permanent.

They looped through the front room twice more, pulling and clawing at their skin the whole time. They were barely breathing and they couldn’t tell if their ribs were too heavy now or if it was from the weight of their fear.

They needed to calm down. They made themself acknowledge that this was new, that it was different, and that they weren’t actually in any immediate danger. They would survive. They were afraid, but that was true as often as not. They just needed to get through this.

A shrill noise jerked Val out of their thoughts. The renter again, this time less demanding and more urgent. Val sighed. As much as they didn’t want to deal with her, they should probably make sure she got through this too, with or without any answers.

They stepped into the bedroom with more apprehension than usual. They hadn’t outgrown the compulsion to stay out of sight and now they were also worried about what they could do to her accidentally. That had always been one of the more horrifying aspects of living amongst giants, that they could be so destructive without a breath of awareness.

The room was dimly lit with curtains still drawn closed over the morning sun. Val started to itch. They didn’t see her yet. The unmade bed was empty. Their eyes got lost in the mazes of clutter they’d been so thankful for over the past few months. She noticed them first and shouted, finally drawing their attention to a quivering pinkish blur hanging off the sheet near the head of the bed.

“Are you alright?” Val asked uneasily.

“Obviously not? Help?”

She twisted awkwardly to look at them. It was uncanny. They could barely make out her features from here without squinting and still their fur stood on end in response to being seen.

“What do you want me to do? Climb back up,” Val said.

She groaned, sounding winded.

“I’m not much of a climber.”

“Slide down, then? It’s not far. You could just fall.”

She looked down and the sheet swayed. Her grip tightened until she was hugging the fabric with her whole body.

“It’s like a twenty-something foot drop!”

Val frowned, pinching their brows together. THey didn’t know how that kind of conversion should work, but they were good and familiar with jumping off various pieces of the furniture in a hurry. Falling off the bed wasn’t pleasant, but it also wasn’t dangerous, even from the mattress top.

“Oh my god just help me, I cannot be that heavy!” she yelled, shrill and urgent once again.

“Okay, okay!”

Val shuffled further into the room, tensing as they got closer and closer to the shrunken renter. They watched her the whole time, as if they expected her to give up whatever trick this was and charge them.

She didn’t.

They stepped on something (horrific) as they went to kneel down behind her. They nudged it out from underneath them and their chest tightened even further as they realized it was her phone. It definitely hadn’t been there when they woke up, which meant it was probably the thud they’d heard earlier.

They wished they’d paid more attention to exactly what she was yelling while they had indulged their anxiety. They had assumed it was all directed at them. She could’ve called anyone. Someone could be on the way right now. Their throat went dry as they quietly shoved the phone under the dresser and hoped it wouldn’t be a problem.

They just needed to get through this.

The renter was enough to worry about without imagining things she might have done.

Val bit their lip and pinched the sheet to drag her back onto the mattress. She flailed and squawked in alarm, demanding Val just grab her. They let go and their hands hovered around her uncertainly for several seconds. She looked so breakable.

“You actually want me to…? Um…here. You can let go now, I’ll catch you,” Val said, settling their right hand against the side of the mattress just below her.

She let go and a strange sort of vertigo hit Val so hard they felt dizzy. They could see the room from two angles at once, the apartment as they knew it and the apartment that they were seeing, superimposed. She landed in their palm and struggled to find their balance on the meaty platform. On Val’s hand. They froze. They felt the dread of seeing someone caught in a giant’s palm and couldn’t process the impulse to help while the palm was their own.

It was a relief to be standing again, even if the ground wasn’t so solid. She leaned against their index finger to catch their breath and noticed they didn’t have any fingerprints. It wasn’t like they’d been scarred off somehow, they were just…not there. Their skin was thick and leathery, dotted with calluses, but flat. Smooth. Like a dog’s paw. She made another mental tally mark under the alien? column in her speculation about the stranger.

They moved like something human. They had a slight tremor that kept her from finding her balance. Familiar muscles slid together as they cupped their palm to keep her from falling and she could feel the tendon sliding beneath her feet as they cupped moved their finger to accommodate her. She eagerly took it as another sign that this was a dream. She’d been reviewing anatomy the day before, of course it would bleed into her sleep.

It was one of the coolest things she’d ever seen. She was surrounded by details she’d normally only notice with an accompanying text, the sort of thing she had to memorize to use. She wondered if the rest of the intruder felt the same as a human or if her subconscious would fall short the same way it had for generating fingerprints. It kept her mind too occupied to think about being held a few stories off the ground by a complete stranger.

She looked up, past their scarred chest. As soon as she met their eyes, the alien(?) looked away and abruptly brought her back to the mattress top, practically throwing her against the pillow. She still couldn't even guess at what their problem was.

Phoebe found her balance and caught her breath, then looked back up. She thought it might be easier to talk to them if she were to flop onto her back, their face was so far up there, but that felt rude. She didn’t want to scare them off again. She settled for leaning against the pillow as she craned back.

“Thank you. I know you don’t like me, or are afraid of me. Or something. Thanks for coming back to help anyway,” she said.

They frowned.

“I don’t—”

“You literally ran out of the room with your tail tucked between your legs when you saw me earlier. Which, what? What are you, anyway?”

The tail in question twitched and curled around the stranger’s leg. She watched it quiver for a moment then looked back up to catch the stranger chewing on their lip.

“I—It doesn’t matter, does it? I mean, no, it doesn’t matter,” they said, trying to force a firmer tone. “I’m Val, I—sorry, this is weird, all of it, but I—I’m kind of stuck here and you felt like you’re freezing. You should worry about taking care of yourself, not interrogating me.”

She held back a laugh. Interrogate. They really were afraid of her. Phoebe couldn’t imagine what they expected her to do. Nip their toe? They’d just casually saved her from the equivalent of falling off a roof. She supposed she could yell at them until they got so nervous they left the room again, but that seemed pointless.

They obviously weren’t interested in hurting her, whatever their problem was, or else they already would have (or even just let her hurt herself). She may as well trust them. It felt better than just sitting here alone.

“It is cold in here. Maybe you could turn on the heater, now that you’re helping? I’d put on a sweater, but, well,” she said, gesturing down at herself.

Val narrowed their eyes and Phoebe’s resolve swayed. That sick feeling bubbled up. She backed up against the pillow for support, but Val stayed where they were. (Which, she realized, felt a lot farther than it was. She was still within their arm’s reach, if they wanted to do anything.)

“You’re so calm about this, are you sure you don’t know what’s going on? Or maybe it’s the other way around. You do get that you’re only a few inches tall?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming,” Phoebe admitted.

Val inhaled sharply.

“I wish I believed that. No, this is real.”

Phoebe laughed to sidestep the panic that lapped at her heels.

No, it isn’t. This is a dream. It has to be, because this is impossible, because it doesn’t make any sense, because I almost got myself killed doing something mundane and stupid just trying to check my phone and I know I’m going to do it again if I have to stay like this. It’s a dream.

“If you say so,” she said, deciding not to argue. She doubted there was proof one way or the other.

They asked if she had any old pillowcases she didn’t mind losing—in case this wasn’t a dream, they said. She pointed them to a stack of old pillowcases in the hall closet and sat down to wait. They didn’t ask about scissors or hair ties or any other tools they might’ve used, but came back just a few minutes later with a tiny, rough circle dress and a black elastic belt.

Dream.

Val was careful to set it down slowly, several inches away from her. She rolled her eyes. Their slow, cautious movements evaporated as she stepped closer. They leapt back so quickly it left the bed shaking. They reminded her of an old-timey cartoon seeing a mouse, just missing the house dress and apron.

“You know,” Phoebe said, “You might want to get dressed too, even if you’re not cold. It’s kind of awkward to stare past your junk while we talk, especially if you want me to think this isn’t a dream. It’s pretty surreal.”

They started stammering again and their tail curled around their leg. Definitely surreal—they were the size of a building, but everything about their movement was perfectly fluid and organic. She knew that they weren’t actually at a scale where that should be strange, but her heart still jumped when she saw it.

“I mean, if this is how your …species? …people? I don’t know. If you’re normally nude, I can get used to it. We can forget I said anything. It feels pretty tame next to the whole eighty-foot demon thing,” she said.

“You think I’m a demon?”

They sounded incredulous, as if it weren’t a natural conclusion to make out of tail, fangs, and weird eyes. She crossed it off the list of possibilities. Maybe solving a mystery would let her out of the dream.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to offend. But, if you’re stuck here like you said, you might as well make yourself at home. Take whatever from my closet,” she said. Then, quieter, “I assume you’re here to rob me, anyway.”

They made an expression she couldn’t quite read. It was uncomfortable and suspicious, but so was every other face she’d seen them make. As they thanked her, a corner of their mouth quirked upward. It was so slight that she wasn’t sure she’d have noticed if their face wasn’t a billboard. They thought they were getting away with something, to be sure.

But for now, she was going to insist that this was a dream and they probably weren't going to hurt her anyways.

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