#i made another oneeeee

[chellestrash]

[baileyboo2016]

Nerin belongs to my amazing friend trippy, everyone else belongs to me :)

The Art of Self-Care: When the Water Goddess Takes a Helping Hand

Approximately eight centuries after Rewards for a Selfless Being, two Dwellers’ research shows that Lanayru’s healing power is growing with her, causing her to recharge faster. She makes her motives for her great sacrifices known, but she fails to realize the effects her incredible selflessness has on her own health.

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“Lanayru.” The Dweller Starlight’s voice is firm, and he gestures for her to come closer. A second Dweller, Cordelia, stands next to them, scribbling furiously on a sheet of her fancy white stationery. “I want you to see this.”

She takes a few steps forward, her pearly white flats clicking against the shiny floor, and the pale blue of her long dress glimmers in the light.

“Have you…found out anything?” she asks quietly, fidgeting with her long fingernails.

“We have been studying this each time it occurs,” Starlight explains, placing the written note on the table so she can see. “And we have come to a reasonable conclusion, Your Grace.”

Cordelia glances up at Starlight and continues. “The first time this happened, when you were two centuries old…you were out for sixty days. But the second time…your days unconscious were reduced by ten. We didn’t think much of it, and neither did you…until you went out and did it again anyway.”

“I don’t just do it for fun, you know! A mortal’s life was on the line. I have to do everything I can, remember?”

“Please hear the rest of this first….Then it was forty-five days, then about thirty-nine, thirty-five, and now…”

“Thirty days,” she mutters. Exactly a month.

The one I just woke up from.

“Exactly right, Goddess. We can assume that this overuse of power does indeed kill you briefly, and once you are resurrected, it takes time to recharge. You do as well. But this amount of time has been decreasing; it has cut in half over the last few centuries. Which means your Healing Grace is becoming stronger. As you age and grow your domains, the power grows with you…”

Of course.

Why hadn’t I thought of that?

“Well…that would make perfect sense!” She chuckles. “I’m so glad I created you guys.”

“It is only an assumption, but this would be the best explanation for why you recover faster after each occurrence. Nobody wants you gone for two months, Lanayru, not even us. And especially not the mortals.”

Her eyebrow furrows. “Not even you?”

“Forget she said that,” Starlight pipes in. “Cordelia, what happened to respecting the one who brought us to life?”

Cordelia rolls her eyes. “This is not the time for our little shenanigans, doofus!”

“Excuse me?? So I’m the doofus here?” Starlight gasps, giving the other Dweller a sharp glare. “I think the real doofus is you, Cordelia! You’re just jealous because I-“

“Stop it!” In a sudden outburst of anger, Lanayru slams her hand on the table, causing them both to dart their gazes at her. “Save that for after this meeting. For my sake, what has gotten into you? Haven’t I taught you better?”

Both Dwellers lower their eyes in shame. “We’re sorry, Goddess Lanayru,” they mumble in unison.

She nods in approval. “Very well, you are forgiven.”

“But really…” Starlight picks up from where the other left off, “the mortals need you here, they need you awake every day to supply the fresh, clean water they deserve. They pray to you when you’re gone, but they get no answer…if their water becomes contaminated, they wish with all their hearts that ‘it’s alright, Lanayru will save me…’ but you can’t…”

“I…I’m so sorry…” Lanayru replies. “I know this, I know what they go through without me, but I promise I never do this to myself without a true purpose. And I can’t watch a mortal die knowing I could have saved them. I will forever kill myself, over and over again, I will risk my own health, just so I can know the mortal’s life has not been taken too soon. My Healing Grace was given to me for a reason…I have to use it, for if not…” She lets out a long, shuddering sigh. “I would have to live with the guilt forever.”

For the first time, the Dwellers are completely silent. Nobody even moves a muscle.

She continues, “If you were me…I know you would do the same. Wouldn’t you?”

Cordelia slowly nods her head.

“Your Grace…why use all of it every time? Can’t you heal someone without doing this to yourself?”

“Oh, how I wish it was that easy. But when I am down there, mere portions of it will not work. I have tried to use half of it, even three-quarters, and the person won’t recover until every inch of it is drained from me and onto them…Of course I can only see a mere few seconds of the person awakening, or the visible injuries fading, blood drying, and the family starts to cry out tears of overwhelming joy…but I have to focus on summoning my symbol with the last bit of consciousness I have left before everything turns to nothing and the next thing I know…I’m back here.”

Cordelia gives her a small smile, ever so slightly, in the brief silence that follows.

“Your Grace…what you do is truly heroic, and you have an incredible amount of selflessness, but…”

“But what?”

“You are a god, Lanayru darling, not the god. You control water. Your duty is not to heal people; that’s why your Healing Grace does this to you. My Goddesses, it’s for yourself! It’s to heal yourself so you can perform your duties to the best of your ability. There are so many other Gods and Goddesses out there that are better suited for healing than you are. Sometimes you must recognize when to step aside.”

“Cordelia, you don’t understand! I visit the Surface…and I am drawn to someone who is hurt, someone in grave need. What am I supposed to do besides heal them??”

“You are not the only god with the power to travel down there. Perhaps alerting someone else with stronger magic would be the better choice. And maybe you should go down there less often. Leave that to the others. I know how much you adore the mortals, but they can barely see you anyway…”

“Same with all the other gods! And doing this is the very act that gave me my additional domain, all those years ago, remember? It’s not even just on the Surface, either…remember when one of Nerin’s swan maidens got extremely injured? The magic from my pool wasn’t quick enough, she needed urgent medical help, so…I used my Healing Grace. And what about the guilt, the pain I would feel from being unable to save my best friend’s maiden?”

“Your best friend also spent over a month without you. That was very hard for her. She came to your bedside every night, leaving you little notes and even talking to us. Nerin gets lonely without her sweet Lanayru.”

She lowers her head, glancing at the pale golden locks that frame her face. “I know…I know she does. And I feel the deepest shame, but Nerin understands why I must do this. She waits for me because she loves me, she still loves me even when I’m gone…that’s what friends do. If she was the one in my place, I wouldn’t be mad in the slightest.”

But you are her whole life, remember?

“Lanie…I don’t know what I would do without you…”

“I understand.” Cordelia’s voice brings her attention back. “And we should be grateful you don’t go down there often. I must ask, though…if it wasn’t for your immortality…” She pauses, letting out a deep exhale. “…would you still do it? Would you sacrifice your life for a young stranger?”

Lanayru nods her head slowly. “Yes…yes I would.”

The Dwellers don’t respond; instead they glance at each other uneasily, the concern clear in their brown eyes.

“If I was mortal, I would rather leave this world forever knowing the young one is safe and happy, than live out the rest of my days beside a grieving family, knowing I had the power to save their child but I was too selfish to do it.”

A sniffle breaks the silence that follows. One small tear trickles down Starlight’s face.

“Lanayru…” Cordelia speaks eventually. “Do you care about your own health? Your own life?”

Ignoring the Dweller’s complicated question, she steps in front of Starlight, taking their pale hand in her own and squeezing it softly. She had never meant to make a Dweller, one of her own creations, cry. Not like this.

“It’s okay, I promise,” she whispers. “I am immortal, remember? Nothing is permanent.”

Slowly and gently, she reaches a hand out and wipes the tears from Starlight’s cheeks, only for more to fall.

“Yes, and we are so incredibly grateful that you came back,” Cordelia explains, supposedly on the other Dweller’s behalf. “We knew you would, of course, but it was only a matter of when, and…yesterday was the day.”

It was indeed. A whole month, thirty long days, had felt like mere seconds. But she had missed so much…it will take time to fully catch up once again.

“Do you…” Starlight clears their throat, sniffling. “…do you care about your health? You never answered…”

And here we go again.

“If I must answer.” She glances at Starlight, then at Cordelia, the anticipation clear on both of their faces. “My health does not matter. However, the mortals’ health does. And so I must focus on the latter, for everyone’s sake.”

“But Your Grace…” Cordelia replies, “Just because you cannot die permanently doesn’t mean you should be neglecting your own health! Like, for example…when was the last time you got a good night’s sleep?”

Lanayru huffs, folding her arms across her chest. “I just slept for thirty days.”

“I believe that is known as a coma, and therefore doesn’t count. You didn’t sleep at all last night, I can tell, you’ve got bags under your eyes, your movements today have been slow and sluggish…” Cordelia pauses in thought. “Have you even drank any water?”

“The mortals need me. I am spending my time making up for what was lost in my absence. That is the most important thing. Doing anything for myself at this point would be incredibly selfish, don’t you think?”

“For your sake, Lanayru, you are literally the Goddess of Water, yet you refuse to hydrate yourself! The mortals do need you, but you will not perform your best if you don’t fulfill your basic needs. Trust me on this, it is not selfish to take care of yourself. Do you understand?”

It is quite a surprise, hearing a lecture from beings of her own creation. Rarely does something like this occur, and especially with these two Dwellers, who have taken background roles in assisting her.

But they do have a point…

She is suddenly aware of the dryness in her throat, and the slight foggy sensation throughout her head and body. Dehydration.

“Yes,” she answers, voice almost a whisper. “I understand.”

“Starlight.” Cordelia exclaims. “Go fetch our Goddess some spring water, won’t you?”

Wiping the tears with their sleeve, Starlight nods. “Indeed.” They smile weakly at both Lanayru and Cordelia before walking off.

“I could be helping the mortals right now…” Lanayru mumbles to herself, but Cordelia’s hearing picks it up.

“You have already helped so much. Please, give yourself a break. At least a tiny one, okay? It is not healthy to be working constantly the way you’ve been doing.”

As if on cue, a wave of dizziness overcomes her fuzzy head, and she grabs the table with one hand to steady herself as the world spins around her.

“Lanayru, you are not okay. I think you should rest…let me escort you to bed.”

“No, no, I can make it.” Her vision begins to clear again, and she points to the large white framed bed with the soft baby blue covers. “My bed is right there.”

Cordelia, however, does not seem convinced. The Goddess can only take a few steps forward before her dainty hand is already clasped in the Dweller’s. Fine.

The short walk isn’t anything she wouldn't have been able to do herself.

Upon reaching the bed, she slowly takes off one pearly white shoe, then the other, resting them on the silky rug. Smoothing out the skirts of her long dress, she takes a seat on the incredibly soft mattress, leaning back against the pillow she had propped up the day before. She reaches forward to pull the blanket over her legs, but Cordelia’s quick thinking beats her to it.

“You really don’t have to be doing this, Cordelia,” she states, noticing that the Dweller hasn’t left her bedside yet. “I’m alright.”

“I don’t think you are. Your Grace, please…we all admire how selfless you are, how you’re always there for others…but you also have to be there for yourself. I promise, giving yourself some time to rest and recover is far from selfish. It’s what you need.”

“So I’m not a bad Goddess for doing this? Are you sure?”

“I am positive.” Cordelia grins happily. “You are the best Goddess around. Now don’t tell the others, and I’m probably biased since you brought us all here.”

“Of course you are!” Lanayru chuckles, playfully nudging her on the shoulder. “You doofus.”

“Aww, that’s my girl. You really are back.”

The pleasant glow in Cordelia’s eyes warms her heart. In the last millennium Cordelia has done so much for her, all the Dwellers have, and for this she will be forever in their debt.

Perhaps the least she can do is follow their advice. She can listen to her body until she is back at full strength, where she will carry on her duties to the beautiful mortals she has sacrificed so much to save.

[hugshughes]

Casual J. McCarthy

JJ McCarthy x fem!reader

synopsis - Although your relationship with JJ has always been categorized as no strings attached, the way he makes you feel is anything but casual.

wc - 4.6k

contains - she's angsty :( takes place in a universe where JJ and Katya broke up during like spring 2023!!! friends with benefits but more!!! "casual" relationship that acts like more, cursing, kissing, making out, reader's not great family life is mentioned once or twice, sex references (no elicit smut!), caught feelings, arguing, misunderstanding, shouting, eating, crying, hurt with comfort??? i think that's it!!! lmk!

an - wowwwwww this oneeeee. this took me so long to write like SO FUCKING LONG. started it, got sick, got better, wrote some more, got sick again, got better, THEN FINALLY FINISHED! ummmm idk... OH! i was surprised with tickets to Olivia Rodrigo and flew out to her Charlotte show A WEEK AFTER I COME BACK FROM THERE FOR SPRING BREAK to go with my favorite person ever! and Chappell Roan is her opener currently and SHE PLAYED CASUAL AND I CRIED.

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my friends call me a loser, 'cause i'm still hanging around.

You often got shit from your friends over your relationship with JJ McCarthy. If you could even truly call it a relationship. The two of you had gotten "together" around the beginning of the school year. He'd followed you on Instagram after meeting at a party. How romantic?

He and his long term girlfriend, Katya had broken up about 6 months prior and the boy was not ready for another true commitment of any kind. You'd also gotten dumped by your boyfriend of over two years over the summer, so honestly neither were you.

You two were strictly casual. Just two not quite friends but also definitely not dating kids who made out and fucked, but also cuddled and kissed each other with no sinful intentions. He took you on dates but God forbid you call him your boyfriend.

i've heard so many rumors, that i'm just a girl that you bang on your couch.

You knew people talked about you two. Girls at parties and in random classes in hushed conversations while they glared into the back of your skulls.

"No, she's not like his girlfriend. She's like his no strings attached side piece or something."

Your eye twitched when you heard it whispered all too loudly behind you in a marketing class. You sighed and shrunk into your chair, reminding yourself that you were gonna private your Instagram.

JJ treated you like his girlfriend, point-blank. It wasn't even like a switch from in private to in public. He always did. But nevertheless he always said that it was all informal. There had been many nights where you stayed up questioning it all. Was you falling sleep on his chest while he played with your hair and kissed your head just another Saturday night for him?

i thought you thought of me better. someone you couldn't lose.

JJ made you feel special, like you were special to him. Special was something you didn't feel often, not after how your ex treated you. You were lucky to even get the bare minimum from him, yet you stayed because he made you believe that was what you deserved.

You and JJ both truly cared about each other. Even though you two were not together, you guys did everything two people that were together did. You went on dates, went together everywhere, cuddled, kissed, had long conversations. It was hard to not imagine how it would feel for him to really be your boyfriend.

You remember the night JJ unknowingly broke your heart. You were at a party, and you'd left to get drinks for the two of you. You were walking back over when you heard one of JJ's friends ask a stupid question.

"Where's your little girlfriend, Jay?"

"Oh, we're not together."

you said "we're not together". so now when we kiss, i have anger issues.

He laughed awkwardly as he said it, rubbing the back of his neck. You turned around and explored the rest of the party for a little while before going back over to JJ. When you returned and stuck a can in his hand, he pulled your arm towards him and kissed you deeply. It was a good kiss, all kisses with JJ were, but it left you hurting.

you said, "baby, no attachment",

It was always the same with JJ. There would be a long while where you and him were in a blissful and amazing haze of acting like a couple without having to be one. Then someone would ruin everything by asking if you were together, causing you two to realize you acted too much like a couple.

You and JJ trusted each other entirely. You'd seen every inch of each other. Helped each other through the bad days, all of it. You'd held him in your arms while he cried over the pressure he felt because of football. You cheered him on at every game. You spent countless nights in each other's beds. He listened while you talked for hours about problems with your family.

but we're... knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out.

You'd done stuff with JJ you'd never have the heart to repeat to anyone. You got closer to each other than you'd ever been with anyone else, and still there was a strict separation between you.

Your head often drifted to one of the many nights you spent in intimacy with JJ. Flashes of you in the backseat of his truck, in his bed, his shower, all of the above. You never let the words JJ said to you while he groaned above you in bed get to your head. You wanted to believe them, but knew you were better off to not. He made you the happiest you'd ever been while also making you completely miserable sometimes.

is it casual now?

Over the winter JJ had even brought you to dinner with his family. You'd met his parents, and his sisters, and they immediately fell in love with you. They assumed you were his girlfriend, though he never actually said that. They were so glad to see their boy so incredibly happy after being in the dumps over Katya all summer.

You remember at that same dinner freezing in your seat when his mom had what she felt was a bright idea.

"Oh, JJ, she should come to the beach this summer!"

You had to awkwardly laugh it off, throwing a joking 'Maybe!' out as his sisters boasted about how that was a great idea. JJ smiled uncouthly, laughing and carelessly nodding his head. You knew that topic would never be brought up, JJ would definitely not be asking you to spend the summer with him.

two weeks and your mom invites me, to her house in Long Beach. is it casual now?

You liked to pretend he was your boyfriend, it wasn't that hard most of the time. You were exclusive with each other, that was made clear at the beginning of your "relationship". JJ said something about how he wasn't the type to see more than one girl, and that you were that girl for him.

You were the one with him when he won the National Championship. He'd invited you to sit with his family. Like, what the fuck? How were you supposed to not be in love with him?

You knew JJ only wanted something casual. You tried not to think about how he was probably just with you to get over his ex. He told you about her, sometimes. He said how he thought he was gonna marry her, but she didn't want that. You couldn't imagine why. JJ was everything you'd ever need in a man. He was stable, and loyal, and made you laugh so hard you cried. He cared for you, no matter the status of your relationship.

i know what you tell your friends. it's casual, if it's casual now. but baby, get me off again. if it's casual, it's casual now.

What you had going on with JJ was great, and you were in no position to ruin it with your stupid feelings. You didn't really care what you were, as long as it was with JJ.

Now you were getting ready to go over to JJ's apartment for the night. He invited you over a couple hours ago, telling you he wanted to watch some movies and hang out with you. Of course you said yes, how could you not? He'd just finished up with the NFL Combine a couple days ago. And spring break had just ended so you hadn't seen him since before then, you were excited.

You adjusted your hair for the fourteenth time before you were satisfied. You would only be going from your place to the car to JJ's apartment. You still wanted him to think you looked good, good enough to be more than just his fling.

You grabbed your small overnight bag filled with the barebones of your necessities and left your apartment, swiftly locking the door behind you.

You listened to low music while you drove lowly through the college town. It was only a seven minute drive, so you got there right away. You parked your car and sat for a second as you were overcome with a random wave of dejection. You took a deep breath, your brain reminding your heart not to get too excited. You shook off the feeling, grabbing your bag from the passenger seat and exiting your car, locking it behind you.

You knocked lightly on the door you'd walked through all too many times. Barely ten seconds passed before the door opened, a bubbly dirty blonde with the cutest smile you'd ever seen standing opposite you. JJ immediately grabbed you by the hips, pulling you to hug him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tucking your head into his shoulder. You let yourself believe all the stupid fantasies for just a second.

dumb love, i love being stupid.

"Missed you, gorgeous."

dream of us in a year.

You shut your eyes, squeezing him. He giggled, turning his head to kiss your neck. You felt his smile against your flushed skin.

"I missed you."

He held you tighter, pulling away to kiss your forehead and grab your hand. He shut the door behind you and pulled you further into his apartment. He led you to his bedroom before dropping your hand, turning to go back to the front of the apartment. You dropped your bag next to his bathroom door before taking your shoes off and tucking them just underneath his bed so they were out of the way.

maybe we'd have an apartment. and you'd show me off to your friends at the pier.

"How're you doin' pretty?"

JJ's voice echoed from the kitchen, you could literally hear his smile.

"'M doin' okay! Nothing new, y'know."

JJ heard something different in your voice. Something other than happiness, which obviously concerned him. You sat back on his bed, sighing.

"What's wrong? Sure you're good?"

"Yeah, it's fine! Some shit happened over spring break so I've just been a little out of it is all. Don't worry!"

The blonde came through the doorway again, this time holding a plastic bag with a logo you knew all too well. You gave him a smile that didn't aid his now worried mind.

"What happened? You could've called me."

"Oh come on, Jay. You were literally at the NFL Combine. I was not about to distract you with my stupid problems."

It's not like I'm your girlfriend. JJ shook his head as he sat the bag next to you, turning to open his closet door and rummage through his clothes.

"You can always call me. I wanna hear about all of your problems. You're my best friend, y'know."

i know, "baby, no attachment." but we're...

You winced, fuck. The man you were certain you were in love with just 100% friend zoned you. Just his best friend that he kissed, laid skin to skin with, told his family about.

knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out.

"I know! But still, you're Mr. National Champion and I'm not gonna bother you with dumb things."

"You're never bothering me. You don't bother me."

He came out of his closet, now shirtless and in new sweatpants. His eyes found yours and he raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to agree with him.

"Okay, okay, whatever. Come eat."

He climbed over you onto "his" side of his bed. You ate while asking him about the combine, as if you hadn't watched the videos of JJ's performance. You definitely appreciated how he looked in his tight red shirt.

"It was fun, nerve wracking as hell though. Kinda like made me realize that like I actually am going to the NFL. It's a lot closer than it feels."

He could say that again. You knew your time with JJ was coming to its end. Whenever he got drafted to an NFL team he wasn't gonna keep wanting a random girl from his old college. Not one that wasn't actually his girlfriend or anything. He'd find another one very quickly, you knew it.

"That's so scary. I couldn't imagine that. Having so many people depend on you for their happiness is too much. But you're good at it."

He threw you a smile, moving closer to you.

"I just love it. It's so fun for me. Obviously not like losing but having so much support is actually really nice sometimes."

You nodded, trying to fathom how it was possible for the boy to be so positive always. You both were done eating so JJ took all of your trash and threw everything into the garbage. When he came back he pulled you closer to him, your head on his shoulder and your back to his chest.

"But enough about football. How was spring break? D'you have fun?"

"Um, yeah! For the most part it was really fun. Florida was fun but when I went home for the last three days it was honestly the worst. My mom was so mean for no reason the whole time, I don't know."

He ran his hands over the tops of your thighs before wrapping his arms around your hips. He kissed the side of your head sweetly, not moving as he spoke into your hair.

"'M sorry baby. Y'don't deserve that."

"Eh it's whatever. I'm used to her not being my biggest fan at this point."

JJ felt so bad. He couldn't relate to you on this level. He'd never know what it feels like to not have good parents.

"Well if it helps any, my mom's your biggest fan, to be completely honest. She keeps texting me to make sure you know you're invited to the beach this summer."

two weeks and your mom invites me, to her house in Long Beach.

It comforted and hurt you all the same. There's no way you could accept that invitation, no matter how sweet it was. You couldn't survive a week with his family while still only being casual. No way in hell.

"That's really sweet, Jay."

You shifted in his arms, turning so your cheek laid against his bare chest. You smiled and lightly kissed his pec.

is it casual now?

"So, what are we watching, Jay?"

"Whatever you want."

It was just another small thing that made you fall harder for him. You didn't know how much longer you could pretend like you didn't want him more than physically.

"How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days?"

"Are you plotting or somethin'?"

You can't lose something that isn't yours. Your smile faltered but you let out a forced giggle, telling JJ to just play the movie. You watched the majority of the movie in silence, answering JJ's questions whenever he had them. At some point the movie got boring, you'd seen it a million times before. You started running your nails over JJ's pec, unknowingly distracting him. He traced his hand up your back and to your hand on his chest, interlocking his with yours.

i know what you tell your friends. it's casual, if it's casual now.

You leaned away from him just a bit to look him in the eyes. You stared at each other for just a few seconds, just until JJ took his hand out of yours, grabbing ahold of your jaw. The thoughts filling your mind seemed to quiet down as JJ kissed you. The kiss quickly grew hot as JJ's hands traveled back down your body. Your tongue hit the seam of his lips, a downright immoral sound leaving his mouth.

You shifted onto your knees over JJ, the connection between you persistent. Your hands ran through his hair, tugging slightly at the dirty blonde locks.

but baby, get me off again. if it's casual, oh, oh, oh.

Your chest pressed against his as he pulled you closer, leaving no space between you. Every move of JJ's mouth and hands cushioned your spiraling thoughts, muting them. Your could focus your thinking on nothing but the physicality of the situation. Until JJ shifted his hands to the curve of your ass and gentley moved so your back was flush with his comforter, the quarterback kneeling over you. It was the position change as much as what he groaned out when your lips parted for just a moment that had you stopping in your tracks.

"Fuck, my girl."

His girl. His girl? How could you be his girl? You didn't mean to hesitate in your kiss with JJ but you did, pausing for just a second. Though it was long enough for JJ to notice and immediately grow concerned. He pulled back from you, his eyes full of worry. Did you not want this?

"Hey, what's wrong? We don't have to do anything, you know that. Right? Sorry I got carried away, baby."

He comforted you immediately, like a man who loved you would. Not like a no strings attached fuck friend would. It soothed you but also made you ache even more. Why did he have to act like he cared? It wasn't fair.

"No, Jay. Sorry, it's fine. I just,"

You trailed off, wanting to hide from his concerned blue eyes. You kind of wished he'd get pissed off that you were hesitant, asking 'The fuck is wrong with you?' instead of being the most gentle and loving person you'd ever known.

"Hey, it's more than okay. Alright? Is something else wrong?"

Yes. Something else was wrong. You're in love with JJ but he's unattainable. You wondered if he knew, if he knew and was still treating you the same just to keep you loyal. Your silence proved JJ right, something was seriously wrong.

"Talk to me, okay? I wanna make you feel better."

You finally looked into his eyes. He was now next to you, laying on his side, confused and concerned.

This is where it ends, you told yourself. There really wasn't a way around telling him, and all you could do was imagine his reaction. You sat up, crossing your legs and looking down at your hands. How the fuck were you supposed to start this? Do you just break it off with no explanation, or let him do it after you tell him you're in love?

"Well I just, I don't know if I can do this anymore, JJ. And I'm sorry, I really-"

"What? That's really not what I thought this was about."

He was shocked, his chest tightened as he leaned away from you, moving off the bed to stand. He crossed his arms over his chest for some comfort.

it's hard being casual, when my favorite bra lives in your dresser.

"JJ, I'm sorry, really. I just, we're supposed to be strictly casual and it's honestly kinda hard when we're so close to each other. Like a quarter of my clothes are in your closet! It's just kind of a lot."

You too stood from his bed, now standing on opposite sides. You didn't want to hurt JJ, but it would only hurt you worse and worse in the end if you kept letting yourself indulge in him.

"Baby, what changed? I thought everything was fine the way it was."

it's hard being casual, when i'm on the phone talking down your sister.

"Jayj, it's just kind of a lot of pressure. Like, we FaceTime your sister when we hang out! Your mom invited me to your summer vacation! Like how is that casual?"

JJ stood there, astounded. He was shocked you felt this way. He thought everything was better than okay. He would've never guessed it all felt too relationship-y for you.

"So, what? Are you like breaking up with me, or?"

"That's exactly my point, JJ! What do you mean by breaking up? There's nothing solid in between us! Our quote unquote label is 'friends that fuck but also sometimes just lay skin to skin and talk for hours on end'. That's fucking confusing JJ! I don't get you!"

and i try to be the chill girl, that holds her tongue and gives you space. i try to be the chill girl but, honestly, i'm not.

Your volume rose as felt tears pricking behind your waterline. You brought your hands to your eyes, rubbing aggressively with the heel of your palms. JJ was so hurt. He didn't think of you as just something casual, not since the very beginning had he thought you two were just random and informal. He knew you two weren't a couple, but he didn't think of you as anything near just his fuck buddy. Watching you, obviously distraught, almost crying in his bedroom over him being too much of a boyfriend had JJ rethinking himself.

"Am I too much? I thought we were more than that to you. I thought I was more than that."

"You are! You are and it's ruining my fucking life!"

knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out. two weeks and your mom invites me, to her long beach house. i know what you tell your friends. baby, get me off again.

You shouted, tears starting to fall down your face. You tried to wipe them away as you hiccuped, cutting JJ off before he could respond.

"You tell me all you want is something casual so that's what I give you! I was there when you needed it, I left you alone otherwise. But then you just didn't let me go! You make me feel important! And like I'm special to you, then I hear you tell your friends we're nothing serious! I met your family, I went to your championship game and sat with them! Do you know how fucked that is? To tell a girl that is obviously invested in you that she means something to you then doing that! I just- I really wanted you to like me, for real. And you act like you do! But I know you don't really care about what we are. I can't pretend to not like you more than that, JJ. It's not fair anymore."

i fucked you in the bathroom, when we went to dinner.

Holy shit. You'd just practically told JJ you were in love with him. He was even more confused now, was this a joke?

your parents at the table, you wonder why i'm bitter?

"What are you talking about? This hasn't been casual to me since fucking October! I do this shit because I like you! Like, I really like you! You know, before I got broken up with in February last year, I thought I was ready to fuckin' marry her. And then seven months later you come into my life, and you're supposed to be this girl that I'm not really committed to, and that distracts me from how hurt I am. But, I'm more in love with you than I ever was with her! And I thought I would spend my entire fuckin' life with her! Do you know how scary that is? That someone I've known for barely seven months is making me feel more than the girl I dated for years! I'm terrified, it fucking sucks!"

bragging to your friends, i get off when you hit it. i hate to tell the truth, but i'm sorry dude you didn't.

Your mouth fell open, pupils constricting under the haze of tears. JJ just told you he was more in love with you than the girl he thought was gonna be his wife. His tears were flowing by the end of his emotional outburst. He buried his head in his hands, turning away from you.

You couldn't believe what you'd heard. The boy you were convinced didn't want you enough to really have you had just poured his entire heart out over how much he loved you. You were in love just as hard.

You moved slowly around his bed, watching for signs of him shifting again. You gently grabbed his wrists, urging his hands from his face. You jumped to throw your arms around his neck, wrapping him in a hug. His arms wrapped around you so tightly, he cried into your shoulder.

i hate that i let this drag on so long. now, i hate myself.

"I'm sorry."

"'M so sorry."

You both let out your apologies at the same time, causing JJ to let out a wet giggle into the crook of your neck.

"I just love you so much."

Your heart squeezed as JJ spoke into your shoulder, teary and sweet. You loved him just as much. You couldn't believe what was happening.

"I've been in love with you since you took me to the lake."

You whispered it slowly, muffled by his shoulder. On that chilly day in November JJ had driven you guys an hour or so to the coast of the nearest Great Lake, Lake Erie. You ate of the sandy shore and watched the water. It was one of the first times you two were together where it really felt like you were boyfriend and girlfriend.

You'd realized he was the sweet and caring one you'd been waiting for for so long. And it ruined you.

JJ squeezed you tighter. A little sob mixed with a giggle shaking through him. He sniffed, kissing your neck gently.

"I didn't wanna believe I was in love with you, as obvious as it was. I was scared of really being in love after what had happened before. You were just so amazing, and kind, and you listened to me. I've been trying to push it away 'cause I didn't think it was how you felt. Which I can't believe you didn't just tell me, by the way."

You giggled now, pulling away from his shoulder to look at him, jaw dropping.

"Alright, Mr. I don't really need anything serious right now I'm still hurt over my ex. Yeah, sorry I never told you I was in love."

JJ just kissed you, and it felt so incredibly right. Kissing the boy you loved, in his bedroom, where half of your clothes lived. The boy who's whole family, including him, loved you and thought you were perfect for him. You smiled against his lips, you just couldn't help it.

"Can't believe you went from friend zoning me to telling me you loved me in two hours."

JJ pulled away from you abruptly, confusion filling his face.

"When did I friend zone you? I didn't do that!"

"'You can always call me. I wanna hear about all of your problems. You're my best friend, y'know.' It wasn't very soothing to a girl who was actively debating telling you she was in love with you."

"Well you are my best friend! But also the girl I want so, two for one."

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully as you pulled him by his neck to kiss you. You both couldn't help it as you smirked and giggled into your kiss, hands and minds wandering.

JJ pulled back from you for just a second, causing you to groan.

"Can I be your boyfriend?"

Your annoyance was quickly replaced, your eyes widening. You just smiled and nodded pulling him back in.

"Duh."

Your boyfriend squeezed your ass at your playful response, kissing you deeper. Your head was spinning, JJ was finally yours, for real. You were his girlfriend and he was your boyfriend. And one day, you'd walk down the aisle with him waiting at the altar, not that either of you knew that now. So much for keeping your relationship casual?

i hate that i let this drag on so long. you can go to hell.

[thepowerofswayze]

67 w/schlatt pls :)

I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONEEEEE. made it schlatt x musician!reader bc tell me why i learned this song is about a long distance relationship and not an ex that ur still friends with... it was about to be much angstier if i didn't go reread the genius lyrics LOL

warnings & info: rpf, a little suggestive but nothing explicit

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So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings, by Caroline Polachek || Schlatt

Don't send me photos, you're making it worse 'Cause you're so hot it's hurting my feelings

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Music pumped through the speakers, making Schlatt’s chest vibrate as he stood just off to the side of the dimly lit dance floor with his friends. It wasn’t the first time he’d gone out since you’d left for tour, but it was the worst so far.

It’d been weeks. Four and a half weeks, to be exact. It was a struggle for the both of you, going from seeing each other every other week (and spending those weeks joined at the hip, rarely doing anything apart) to not seeing each other at all for a month or more at a time. The calls and facetimes were necessary, and they helped, but god if Schlatt didn’t miss holding you.

Even now, in the midst of all his friends, he found himself wishing he could carry on with this conversation while his arm was thrown casually around your shoulder. Maybe you’d hold his hand or rest your head on his shoulder. Maybe your arm would go around his back. Instead, he stood cradling his drink with both hands, half listening to Ted talk, half trying not to think about how every other song they played were songs you loved, songs you sang to him in the car and in the shower and while you scratched his scalp when you could tell he’d had a long day.

Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to go home with you right now. The feeling was almost too much, clawing its way through his chest.

Schlatt mumbled an excuse that he hoped sounded convincing and quickly shuffled down a hallway into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him, leaning against it and running a hand through his hair. He opened your text messages, scrolling past your conversation from earlier that evening and finding pictures you’d sent from your adventures around your current city. He zoomed in on a photo of you caught in the middle of a laugh, probably taken by a friend you’d met up with, and his chest squeezed.

A ding! sounded from his phone, the screen scrolling down to the newest message you’d just sent him. His breath stuttered, caught in his chest as he saw the suggestive picture you’d sent and the message below it.

y/n: i miss you :(

He cursed under his breath, typing up a reply immediately.

schlatt: fuck angel you’re killing me. like it literally hurts schlatt: i miss you too schlatt: i’ll book a flight at this point. i’ll hole up in your tour bus y/n: don’t even play.

Another picture. Schlatt contemplated splashing his face with some water to relax a little.

y/n: please

10 minutes later he rejoined the party much less pained than before, having sent you one more text. It was a screenshot of his flight confirmation- he’d be in your next city in two days.

[cindol]

Painter Toji! Hcs?

Oooo this is a interesting oneeeee anon! Here’s my spin on this hc. I know you wanted just a few but I’m really interested in this hc. Really sorry it’s taken me this long if you still care anon 😊

Fushiguro Toji x black fem reader

tw: suggestive, fluff for the most part, written in hc format, both reader and toji are in their 40s., kind ooc toji !,

tagging— @neptunes1nterweb @honeybleed @mcdonaldsfics

Painter!Toji who honestly just saw this job as a house painter an easy way to money for him and his teenage children. He was always thinking of new ways to make money to support them and keep the lights on just for them so this house painting job was a savior.

Painter!Toji who found that he loved painting other things outside of painting house walls. Painting canvases was a new side hobby for them when he wasn’t in painted overalls and jeans 24/7.

Painter!Toji who loved rich clients who’d occasionally hire him for paint jobs inside their house. The pay was 10x better so he loved those cash cows.

Painter!Toji who caught the attention of one old geezer with how well he painted beautiful clouds onto his blank walls. He was in awe at how a simple house painter had this small talent and gave him a few numbers to start really painting more complex houses.

It led him to painting a sweet rich bakery lady. As he painted pretty things on her walls she was so sweet throughout the whole painting. In between breaks she would give him a fresh baked blueberry muffin and some lemonade. Toji was thankful in response to that, the snobby rich fiends he usually painted for just disregarded him. She just giggled at his thankfulness.”no need to thank me, every hard working person needs a small break with a snack yeah?”He chuckled in response biting the muffin in his hand.”guess that’s right ma’am.”

After that Painter!Toji was more interested in this bakery lady, this was their first conversation yes but he wanted to know much more about her and stayed after hours even when he finished painting. They had a nice conversation exchanging details about one another and even phone numbers. Toji had learned she was a lonely business lady herself working a big bakery.

Painter!Toji who showed some of his canvas paintings to y/n, the bakery lady and she was in awe as she looked at them on her living room table.”these are nice y’know fushiguro? Could really sell these and start your living as a full pledged painter.” Toji just scoffed at that.”nah, I don’t got the work ethic for that kinda fancy artist shit.”

She just pouted.”oh i call bullshit. I use to have that same kinda mindset but now look at me? a grown woman with a owned booming business. With this talent you could really start it off! What do you say hm?” The look of awe in her brown eyes and smile on her lips made him give in and say fuck it.

Painter!Toji who’s paintings were a hit once y/n sold a few to some fellow rich people. In a mere 2 months he found himself a career as a painter and not just some house painter. Life was getting easier and easier for him and his kids, bills easier to pay now.

Painter!Toji who got drunk with y/n one night on some wine and on a drunk whim painted her naked as she laid on his new living room table. He kept it as a private painting only for his eyes views and weirdly flet so much love for this piece as it sat above his bed on his wall.

Painter!Toji who’s actually painted y/n a few more times then he liked to admit. It was so embarrassing for him to admit to himself that she was always in his mind so much to where he didn’t even need a picture of her to paint her.

Painter!Toji who felt jealous creep up inside him when he was introducing y/n to fellow painters he met and how they looked at her and her figure. Precisely, satoru gojo. The way the younger white haired male would put a skinny paint brush in his mouth biting it and staring y/n down from her white sleeveless blouse down to her long brown skirt and mocha green baking apron with the words “kiss the bakery baby” made toji frown slightly.

Gojo grinned at the letters on her apron lifting his black sunglases down to stare.”kiss the bakery baby.. Well i would but i got manners yeah? Know better to just fancy the most beautiful woman furst day i meet her unlike some sleezeballs.” He pointed his thumb to the direction of a man with long black hair, and another with blonde hair in a nice suit making both men groan.

Toji thought that was enough he stepped next to y/n.”that’s enough satoru.. don’t need some playboy trying to mess around with my favorite bakery woman, scaring her away..” she giggled at Toji’s talk back.”it’s okay toji, he comes off strong but I like his playfulness.” Goji smirked making toji side eye him.

Next, one long haired man in just a simple white t-shirt and jeans with some glasses and his hands in his jeans came next in front of her to introduce himself, next came a man with blonde hair a striped tie, and a white suit with black tinted circular glasses to match coming to shake her hand also.

She complimented the two men saying they were,”such nice young men.” Which had two blushing and one raising a brow. When she excused herself for a bathroom trip they got to talking like Highschool girls.

Gojo rubbed the back of his head as he titled his glasses down looking at toji.”I would bag her man, surprised you haven’t bagged her yet with how you nearly were gonna kill me for a lil flirt.”

Toji just rolled his eyes and put his hands in his sweatpants.”just friends, all there to it.” Getou smiled shaking his head.”better switch that title or else some man will.”

Painter!Toji who slowly started showing his affection to y/n after that talk with the boys. It took him some courage to start showing how he cared, friends or not but he was trying. With how he patted her head sometimes or how he takes heavy things from her weaker arms and playfully saying.”you’re so weak.” Making her pout and smile hitting his arm.

y/n starts taking notice of his affection also. When he usually didn’t take notice of her bakery outfits she would smile hearing him compliment her overalls and noticing a new apron she wears every day of the week and how he would compliment her fro and lipstick. And in response she would compliment him back and show her affection, complimenting him on the grey sleeved shirt he always wears and how it fits his build nicely and how she would brush her hand on his hair sometimes.

They developed a nice little affectionate bond to where both felt they needed to make a move. Toji felt like more of a coward with how he felt for her but didn’t have the balls to drop his tough guy act and ask her out like a normal man would. When he least expected it she came to his doorstep with some bread and a cheesy note obviously asking for a date.

That made him grin but groan.”I’m suppose to be the one asking ya out y’know?” He but the inside of his cheek.”feel like a pansy now.” He joked making her pout and him feel bad and take the basket of bread from her hands.”I’m the first man to except a date from a woman though hm?”

Painter!Toji and y/n who took things slow when the two of them started dating for the better. Y/n hadn’t been in a relationship in some years so it was awkward for her to get comfortable and toji hasn’t even thought of another woman in the years following his late wife’s death so they both decided to take it slow, no cheap tricks.

It started off with small dates and kisses on the cheek in her bakery when it was closed then transferred into slow kisses and makeouts in her house and bakery with her on her kitchen counter and him holding her waist.

That’s all because I realllyyyy don’t know how to end this sorry !

[hide-in-imagination]

Hi, I just finished reading your story about what happened between Ambar and Simon after they got together and kissed in series 3. In this story you made Ambar inexperienced and on the contrary Simón experienced in sexual matters, I want to ask how do you think it would go if Simón was the virgin and Ambar the one who already had sex?

By the way I. LOVE. YOUR. FAN FICTION.!! <33333

Hiii, thank you so much <3 <3 <3 I'm so glad you like my work🥹

I really want to write how it'd be with Simón being the inexperienced oneeeee. Unfortunately, I am buried in wips, so I don't think I'll be able to get to it anytime soon😅 It doesn't mean it doesn't cross my mind often tho!! Especially considering it's the most likely escenario ?? (Like, either they both have done it or Ámbar has done it; it was so unhinged of me to write it backwards 😂)

Anyway, um, I always picture that it would have to be after they've been dating for a while. Simón would want to be a gentleman and not speed things up (especially since he's nervous bc he doesn't wanna disappoint). Actually, what if he couldn't get it up because of nerves? lol

I think our dear Ámbar would have to be the instigator, but it's not like it would be easy for her either because this is the first time she's actually in love with the person, so I think she'd be a little nervous about that too. But, you know what? These two have sexual chemistry in spades. Maybe they wouldn't have to even think about it and it would just happen, u know? Well- Some stuff would happen, definitely. I don't think they would go all the way right away. They probably would just be making out one day and one thing would lead to another and then there'd be some touching... I think they would earn experience getting each other off before the main event would happen. It would also give them the opportunity to discuss, you know, how far each of them have gone before with other partners, how far they're comfortable going now, and what to do about contraception. I think Ámbar would be on the pill, but maybe Simón would want to use condoms too just because that's what you're supposed to do. I believe he would drop them eventually (if he even used them at all.)

Btw, once they get more comfortable with each other, Ámbar would be such a little shit sdkjfnds. Because, you know, all of this is new to Simón, so she would looove driving him crazy. He's just so responsive-- it's cute!

(She better enjoy the upper-hand while she can because the moment this guy gets some experience, oooooh boy, it's over for her. It's so over. It's sosososo over.)

[easypeasybreezy]

I GOT OPS TODAY. Pics under the cut lol

I finally hugged Rob 🥺 They made me go through the line and take another without my glasses. I'll get better at it 😅 we matchy

The R2 meet. Earlier I had a group op with Rich (there was four of us I didn't get the jpeg) and he immediately saw my beanie. He said he had one 😅 I told him I got it in Austin, and he like, showed off his jacket saying it was also from Imogene+ Willie. So at this pic he was telling Rob, look at her hat!! And they started having this conversation while I'm just like :D haaa

I met Swain too. We take great pics XD

This one. THIS ONEEEEE. Thanks @datajana for making this happen cause I got nervous 😅 I believe the prompt was hug each other. I saw Rich's hand move but had no idea what was happening until we got it back. Better than I could have hoped for 😂😂😂

And Rich hug 😊

Seriously my favorite batch of con pictures yet.

[lestatthelittlelion]

here are my thots/rankings on the series so far as i read book 5

5. Memnoch the Devil comes in at last. I have been complaining about this book since I picked it up but seriously if I wanted to read religious discourse for a whole novel I would pick up another book. I want the VAMPIRE world I want DRAMA I do not want whatever the hell this book is.

4. Queen of the Damned is second to last. It was choppy, it was confusing, and honestly it was so repetitive. The whole climax of the story was over in like two pages, and the rest of it was just backstory that was ALSO very anti climactic.

3. Interview with the Vampire is a solid middle. Maybe I just didn't care so much for Louis' narrative voice. Maybe I just got really confused by some of the plotlines. While I think this book is probably one of the most put-together books of her repertoire, it STILL reads as quite choppy to me. Like I swear one chapter I'm so captivated, can't put it down, love it so much, and then next chapter I'm lost. Rinse and repeat.

2. Tale of the Body Thief is second, and I know it's contentious that I put it above IWTV. BUT. This is actually the most linear narrative novel of Anne Rice's so far. She puts in some QUESTIONABLE SHIT in this book but I really think that we get to see more of Lestat's characterization shine in this one. That being said, I think this one actually made me like Lestat LESS lmao.

The Vampire Lestat is NUMBER ONEEEEE because Lestat's backstory is so GOOOOOOOOD. Like if we could just take out all of the Marius stuff from the end of the book and drag out Lestat's backstory more, this would be a perfect book. And you know what, I think that a lot of people agree with me on this one- that this book reigns the best. And I think it's because even though it's choppy, JUST LIKE ALMOST ALL OF HER BOOKS, it's the most INTERESTING. To me, it has the most plot, it has the most character, and this book is what actually sold me on reading the whole chronicles. Nicki and Lestat is still probably my favourite plot in the whole series. Their trajectory is just so tragic.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

No because the character design >>>> I also LOVE KIJA SHSHSJSHS man I miss yotd….

Also OMG CHERRY TREE PT 2 commentary after I finish replying

OOOOH omg a long series for bllk…(we all chant KARASU TABITO in the background…) but omg yeah I can only imagine the amount of research needed for hollyhock’s setting shsgshsb

Omg waittt zantetsu switch up?? Ok but I mean if you still want to write for Karasu…I’m always ready for a brainstorming thought dump session….only if you want though LOL

HOLELDHDS SHIT THE BAROU ONE??? Ok im ngl the chokehold that edits to that song have on me….idk why something about the beat and “melody” ushsjshsj also LMAOO THE WOMANIZER ONE classic Otoya edit…ok but the nagi ones are fire and I can also see why you were converted by that rin one…

Ok but if you have any especially fire Karasu ones don’t be shy…I almost never see edits of him it’s so sad

LMAOOO if you ever write that you NEED to add that line in there it’s so perfect (Karasu and Yukimiya trying to protect the girl at first is so real and so cute I can only imagine the rollercoaster ride of mishaps that would happen in this story LMAO)

LMAOOO BAROUISM SO REAL THOUGH?? Yes fortunately he’s basically locked in for the rest of the series!! Excited to see him again soon after the PxG match!! Also curious by what role he’ll play in the current epinagi match too! But omg wait nagi Barou and Karasu all together epinagi said welcome to the miraverse

Ok COMMENTARY: RAGAHHDH THAT WAS SO GOOD lowk you do a really good job of like developing stories and plots that when I read it I didn’t even feel like it was “short” or shorter than fwtkac…like just perfectly paced *chefs kiss*

Also 1) SEABIRD Y/N MENTION LMAOOOOOOO 2) omg stalker Rin was lowk so funny he really said “yeah idk what to say so I’ll just follow you silently like a creep” DHHSSHSH I also love how the roles kinda flip and Rin now has to wait for y/n…also the trees THE TREES >>>>> tree imagery and hidden messages my fav I also love awk but mature Rin like it’s still clumsy soccer nerd Rin but the development is there!!!

Another Mira banger excited for whatever’s next!!

- Karasu anon

i wouldn’t say kija is a top fav (shinah and hak are my beloveds) but i’ve seen some GORG fanart of him so i def see the vision there ☝🏻

cherry tree part two 🥹 i wanted it to be a surprise because i never mentioned working on it but LMAOO it was so funny i saw that rin edit WHILE WRITING WILLOW TREE so it was like a double whammy dose of itoshi broism that made it even worse 😭

tbh as much as there’s so many characters i want to write a long fic for it’s only the ones i DON’T like as much that i get ideas for 😭 like i got the idea for hollyhock while trying to come up with something for NAGI so we’ll see what happens and who ends up inspiring me but it’ll definitely be a surprise…honestly i think i need to pick the au first and THEN decide which character feels natural in it instead of vice versa if that makes sense

LMAO i will hold off for now but if that changes i will let you know!! i’m sure i’ll come up w something because i lowkey have no zantetsu ideas sooo…dumb characters as much as i love them are not my favs to write as love interests because i would simply never fall for a dumb guy irl so it breaks my immersion while writing somehow 😭

THE BAROU ONEEEEE it fits him so well too somehow!! hehe nagi edits are always so good because he has so many scenes in season one plus soooo many fire manga panels that editors have a LOT of material to work with!! and otoya LMAOAO he’s so goofy i love him (surprisingly not aiku though…idk why i can get behind eita but not aiku even though both are cheaters?? like looks aside ofc 😭 maybe it’s because we actively see aiku being weird in the manga whereas it’s only referenced in the egoist bible for otoya so it doesn’t feel as in your face)

OKAYYY tbh there’s not a lot of variety in karasu/otoya edits because they don’t really have any anime scenes yet but here are some i have saved!! fair warning you might’ve already seen these because like you said there’s not much out there for them…

karasu + otoya

karasu

karasu + barou 🤩🤤

you didn’t ask for him but YUKIMIYA

otoya edit using his 0.02 seconds of anime screentime

EASILY the most famous barou edit it has over one million likes and almost twelve million views so you’ve almost definitely seen it but i’m including it anyways because barou…lowkey flash warning though LOL

NO BECAUSE IT’S SO GOOD like the worst man she’s met (oliver aiku) taking her under his wing and teaching her how to be a player meanwhile karasu and yukimiya are yelling at otoya to leave this poor innocent girl alone and otoya is just like “wow…y/n has beautiful eyes…” too chaotic fr

BAROUISM FOR LIFE i’ve liked him since i first watched the show but he was typically overshadowed by me loving nagi and then later karasu so it’s only fair he gets his chance in the spotlight 🤩 omg but also the way nagi is the only hair gel free man in the miraverse top three LMAOAOA he’s holding down the fort fr 😩🙏🏻 needs to impart some wisdom to karasu and barou af

OMG YAYYY I WAS WORRIED IT WOULD BE TOO SHORT although tbh i don’t worry too much abt word count with sequels because like the main story is long enough…okay lowkey secret fact i hope i don’t keep getting a ton of pt2 requests because i love leaving stories open ended and doing a pt2 takes away from that 😩 like that’s why i don’t want to write a pt2 for white butterfly even though multiple people have hinted at wanting one LMAOAAO i just think it ended in a place where expanding it would feel like i was mansplaining to my readers almost 😭 i def think that’s a personal preference too a bit because i personally love reading open endings like they’re so good at making you think and leaving the story on your mind…tbh the impact of an open ending is UNMATCHED it doesn’t have the same vibe when the ending is like fully written out idk if that makes sense ANYWAYS rant over back to commentary!!

LMAOOOO SEABIRD Y/N MENTION FR sae finally put a ring on it ‼️ yk that was the most chaotic proposal ever too 😭 i just thought it would be funny to connect the two stories since there’s nothing rlly saying they CAN’T be connected plus since bllk did kinda vaguely and probably exist in cherry tree (y/n doesn’t go to japan until her freshman year of college so like 18 years old?? and rin would’ve just turned 19 because september birthday so it’s three years after bllk began which is why he isn’t on lockdown) it’s hilarious to imagine like rin being all emo and needing to destroy sae or he’ll die and giving these long ass dramatic monologues abt how sae is his ultimate goal meanwhile sae is just eating sandwiches on the beach with his gf

STALKER RIN MY KING i wanted to show that no matter how much more mature he is it’s still the same awkward fumbling soccer loser rin we all know and many love 😭 like bro has no clue what he’s doing he left his country with a university name, nagi’s sweatshirts, and a dream 😩🙏🏻 and somehow it worked out for him but like imagine y/n transferred or graduated early or smth HAHAA he would’ve been cooked 😰

i’m glad you liked it 😄 hehe i had fun writing it this was def one where i didn’t mind the part two it was very cutesy and enjoyable to do 😫 i have nine requests on my list that i need to finish up so it’ll be something from there ig!! not sure which req i’m going to do first 🤔 there’s a couple that are the same vibe as the isagi ones where i could def finish them in 1-2k words so i might try to get those out of the way first just so they’re out there and i feel productive!!

[onlyswan]

omg art??? so it means that when the newest drabble happened, the traumatic past experience of oc was still fresh???​ wait- that made me so sad and also relieved at the same time because remember oc's thoughts during the drabble where they are like hesitant and just maybe liking the distraction and jungkook's seemily pure intentions and fun company like MY OC CUTIEPATOOTIE YOU DONT KNOW WHAT KIND OF GOLD MINE YOU ARE ENTERING BRACE YOURSELF TO BE PROVEN OTHERWISE BY THE UNIVERSEE I LOVE YOU YOU DESERVE THAT GUY KNOCKING ON YOUR DOOR!!!! KISS ALREADY!!! HSKFHAHSHSSHSHSH

aaaa yes exactly :((( and if you remember in their first meeting drabble there’s another ex bf who slutshamed oc after they broke up with him which is more recent so yeah oc was kinda skeptic of men in general 🥺 BABY WAS SO INNOCENT THEY DIDN’T KNOW JUNGKOOK IS ALREADY THE ONEEEEE AND HE WAS TRYING SO HARD TO MAKE THEM SEE 😭😭😭

[mountttmase]

hii is that moment of the dayyy

Am I Doing It Right? OHHH THAT ONE IS A WORK OF ART, LITERALLY

HIM WAITING AWAKE FOR HER TO BE BACK SAFE AND SOUND IN HER ROOM😌😌

‘What on earth did you do to that poor boy? After all these years and he’s still completely wrapped around your finger’ MIA YOU ARE SO RIGHT ON THAT😌🥹

‘Well I did take his virginity, maybe it’s that’ you said without thinking, laughing lightly as you looked at her but her face was a picture as you settled on it. Mouth agape and eyes wide and a look of shock on her face as she sat up to stare down at you. AHHAHAHA, Y/N 🤭🤭🤭

‘Oh h-hi. My names y/n, um I was just on the way home from work when I found your wallet on the floor. Well I think it’s yours anyway the address is for here’ you rambled and you mentally slapped yourself for how stupid you must of sounded. ‘Sorry, I’m just returning it’ you gulped and without another word the gate began to open slowly. You took this as your cue to enter and you nervously made your way up the path to his front door. THAT'S HOW I MET YOUR FATHER...

‘Yeah yeah I know all this’ Mia laughed as the pair of you got comfy in bed after getting changed. ‘I want the juicy stuff’ EXACTLY MIA

He didn’t want you like that, you could tell from a mile off and you quickly scrambled off of him as not to embarrass yourself any further. OPS🫣

‘I’m a virgin’ he said quietly but it was loud enough for you to hear. Your head spinning round to face him as his eyes dropped to the floor, a wave of guilt washing over you as his words sunk into your skin. You didn’t know what to say as he stood there scratching his chin awkwardly but he beat you to it this time. ‘If you still wanna go I get it’ OH BABY BOY

‘We made out a few times, she um… she gave me head’ he laughed, hiding his face in his hands and you rubbed up and down his thigh gently to let him know he was fine and he eventually showed his face again. ‘I couldn’t cum though, and then she expected me to return the favour so I panicked and told her the truth and that I didn’t know what to do. She basically told me I was pathetic and left’ SHITTY GIRL😒😒😒

‘God you really are a cow’ she laughed and you hid your face out of embarrassment. ‘You practically outed the poor boy’ AHHAHAHAH I LOVE HER

THE DELICATESSEN YOU ISED TO DESCRIBE THE SEX SCENES

AND HIM.WANTING TO BE READY FOR HER🥹🥹🥹

WOWWWW, CAN YOU GIVE ME SOME OF YOUR MAGICAL BRAIN?🤭🩷🌺

Omg this oneeeee

Masey was so soft and scared and now he’s just wrapped around her finger cause she’s his everything 🩷

They came such a long way in this one he was so cute I need him 🥺

And you can have my brain anytime 😌

[hunneiuwu]

Im so fucking salty rn i remembered i made u some fanart last year and i went to look for it and it's fucking gone oml

oh nooooo 😭😭😭😭

dw you can make another oneeeee

[captainsophiestark]

TORIIIIIIIII OMG I LOVE YOU AND THIS SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!

Thank you for the dedication, you’re so sweet!! You’re one of the best people I’ve met on here too, for sure 😊❤️❤️ and omg this is my FAVORITE SERIES OF FIC I’VE EVER READ I’M SO HAPPY YOU MADE ANOTHER ONEEEEE

Like the first one, this was FANTASTIC and legitimately had me laughing out loud when I read it 😂😂😂 some of my fave moments:

Fives’ “wow, I would’ve thought he had a higher alcohol tolerance than that” killed me OUT OF THE GATES, I was already fucking dying from the first report

“Damage Sustained: Emotional” and “Damage Sustained: Employee’s Innocence” were also both hilarious and had me cackling

Cody roundhousing kicking a poor droid in a BAR where he’s supposed to be getting some much needed RELAXATION omg

And DUDE THE 501ST FUCKING DUMPING WHISKEY ON A FIRE AND THE BOMBS IN A DRINKING GAME I CANTTTTT

Honestly I have to stop there otherwise I’ll recount the whole fic top to bottom, but basically this was absolutely fantastic!!! I really liked your entry into it to of Kalina being new and filing her first one before getting a highlights tour too, that was a cool way to do it! As usual you hit it out of the FUCKING park omg, and this is my ABSOLUTE favorite series that I reread literally all the time 😂😂😂 I’m glad I have this one to put in the rotation with Payroll Complaints now too! Absolutely amazing writing Tori!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Filed Under: Incident Reports

Words: 1,106

Summary: managing a bar was never easy, but you tried your best to keep things running smoothly, even if sometimes you had to make hard decisions

or alternatively: a collection of 79’s most hilariously infamous incident reports, some which made you ponder a career change.

@clonexreaderbingo square: 79's

ao3 link || clone troopers masterlist

Note: this fic is a sister story to one of my favorite fics i've ever written, filed under: payroll complaints. I loved the idea of doing a "filed under" collection of unconventional reader fics, so i wrote this :) and of course this is dedicated to my friend @captainsophiestark, who is one of the best people i've met on here and who i think loves the first one as much as i do :)

“Hey boss!” The sound of someone talking to you caught your attention as you checked off items on the inventory list you were taking. “Can I talk to you?”

The nervous expression on Kalina’s face was not one you were accustomed to seeing, so your face immediately shifted. She was your newest employee, and you hoped everything was alright. “Is everything okay?” 

“I had to file an incident report last night after you left,” she said, looking down at the floor, as if she was expecting you to launch into a tirade and fire her. 

Instead, you burst out into laughter, and she looked up at you, confusion present in her eyes. “Was it a good one?” you asked once you had pulled yourself back together. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“The incident report,” you said. “Do you think it would make the Hall of Fame?” 

Clearly, the other employees had not filled her in on this very important part of working at this particular establishment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered. 

You reached out to gently pat her shoulder. “In this place, incident reports are a dime a dozen,” you said. “So we take the funniest ones and file them separately. Come on,” you said, heading behind the bar in the direction of your office. “I’ll show you.” 

The file folder was exactly where it always was, and Kalina handed you the one she had filled out last night as you laid the various pieces of flimsi across your desk. “What battalion were the clones from last night part of?” you asked.

“The 501st I think.” 

“Oh don’t worry, I think at this point we have enough for a whole file on them.” 

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

Incident Report #7103

Time of Disruption: 23:41

Damage Sustained: Three bottles of Corellian Whiskey, Minor scrapes from scattered glass

Description of Incident: A Jedi General accompanying his troops to the bar for the evening attempted to utilize the Force to have their drinks refilled without having to get up or alert any of the employees. Startled (by his own drunken hiccup, according to witnesses) as the bottles were crossing the room, it turns out the use of any kind of Jedi tricks requires intense concentration or objects will crash to the ground. 

Statement From Parties Involved: [Trooper with “5” tattooed on his forehead] “Wow. We thought he would have had a higher alcohol tolerance than that.”

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

Incident Report #7476

Time of Disruption: 19:28

Damage Sustained: One drink transport droid, three bottles various liquor, two employee uniforms

Description of Incident: On the way back from the refresher, a drink transport droid startled a commander with orange-yellow armor, and he subsequently roundhouse kicked the droid’s head clean off, where it landed behind the bar and startled employees as they mixed drinks. 

Statement From Parties Involved: profuse apologies from the commander, while his troopers (who were privy to the entire event) laughed with glee. 

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

Incident Report #7729

Time of Disruption: 21:09

Damage Sustained: Minor injuries (from faceplant)

Description of Incident: Trooper with goggles did not accurately guess his alcohol tolerance, and immediately falls face-first onto the floor after stepping down from a stool at the bar, going unconscious momentarily. Thankfully, his squad was nearby and was able to help him out of the establishment.

Statement From Parties Involved: [Trooper with skeleton face tattoo, as his goggled brother is still reciting random facts about hyperspace engines] “We’re sorry. He isn’t usually like this.”

[Silver-haired trooper] “Don’t listen to Hunter. He may not usually drink this much, but this behavior is very much normal.”

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

Incident Report #7999

Time of Disruption: 20:42

Damage Sustained: Emotional (embarrassment) 

Description of Incident: Frantic troopers in blue armor approached the bar and informed staff that their commanding officer had accompanied them this evening and was now apparently missing. After imploring that the music was stopped and an announcement was made, the CO was eventually located (and understandably embarrassed) drinking with commanders of other battalions in a booth not directly in the eye line of their troopers. Atmosphere returns to business as usual within 10 minutes. 

Statement From Parties Involved: [Trooper with Republic symbol tattooed on his forehead] “We couldn’t find Rex and were worried he’d been kidnapped.” 

[Trooper with medic symbol on his shoulder, tiredly] “In a bar filled with clones?” 

[Republic Symbol] “You never know!” 

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

Incident Report #8954

Time of Disruption: 21:42

Damage Sustained: Four bottles of various liquor, minor shock and dropped drinks, sadness (intruder was whisked away before employees were able to pet it)

Description of Incident: Upon apparent escape from leash, a massif burst through the door and ran in circles around the bar, knocking over several drink transport droids and one startled employee. It also started to approach groups of troopers, barking and jumping on them to demand affection. A tired-looking member of the Coruscant Guard eventually ran in and was able to carry their little escape artist back to headquarters.

Statement From Parties Involved: [massif, in a friendly manner] “bark!” 

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

Incident Report #8533

Time of Disruption: 02:37

Damage Sustained: Employee’s Innocence

Description of Incident: Trooper with teal accents on his armor spotted getting particularly personal with his date for the evening due to the secluded location of his table and the absence of the rest of his squad. In the future, employees should make sure they find some way to announce their presence when informing customers that the bar will be closing in less than half an hour. 

Statement From Parties Involved:  [To Employee, not the least bit embarrassed]: “Sorry, I didn’t hear you there.” 

[To Date]: “You wanna get out of here?” 

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

Incident Report #9148

Employee Attending: Kalina Zainne

Time of Disruption: 21:59

Damage Sustained: Loss of Refresher facilities for several hours, Scorch marks on several tables

Description of Incident: Due to a drinking game (of which the exact rules are unknown), small bomb-like devices were built and accidentally detonated both at the table the group was sitting at and in the men’s refresher. When the fire on the table started to get out of control, the only liquid at the table (which happened to be whiskey) was dumped on the device, subsequently making the situation worse. The building’s sprinkler systems were activated and did put out the fire, but showered all patrons with cold water.

Statement From Parties Involved: [Trooper with Republic symbol tattooed on forehead] “Rex is going to kill us.”

Yeah, this was definitely joining the ranks in the Hall of Fame.

- the end -

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December’s Kiss

An: Happy 1yr anniversary to my Tumblr 🥰! You guys I’m excited for this oneeeee. I was thinking of doing a part two of my Christmas story from last year, but decided to start new… enjoy!

Oh and Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays if you don’t celebrate that, of course! ❤️💚🤍

Pairings: Severus Snape x reader

Words: 1.7k

“Professor L/n, Professor Snape, look!” A student called out to you two.

The two of you raised an identical eyebrow before listening to the young man and following where his finger was pointing. Although when you did so, you’d regretted it immediately.

“It’s a mistletoe!” Another student, Halle, apprised.

Severus rolled his eyes, “I think we’re aware, Miss Blye.”

She wasn’t phased by his sardonic behavior unlike most of her classmates. “That means you have to kiss.”

Yet again, a glare was sent her way from Severus while you’d found it funny. She often reminded you of your younger Gryffindor student - Hermione was her name, and just like her, they both often directed the attention to the wrong things. Severus couldn’t stand the poor girl, however, she happened to be one of your better students.

“No, thank you. I’d rather my lips not shrivel up and fall off, Miss Blye.” You teased her, but you’d put a bit of truth behind it.

Now Severus’ attention was directed towards you, “And who’s to say the same can’t be said about you?”

You held a smirk, one that could challenge his own, and snickered, “I don’t care either way, but usually people prefer their first kiss to be with someone they like.”

“You’ve never kissed anyone before, L/n?” He jested right back at you, your choice of words aiding his insult.

“I meant you.” You sneered.

Your students didn’t seem to care about your conversation, but if it got them out of finishing up their assignments, then they’d listen. That still didn’t stop them from asking if you were going to follow through with the mistletoe.

Your joint response was no, with no further questions being able to get asked.

Class had been dismissed with neither you nor Severus paying much attention to each other after the fact, and you’d both packed up quietly as the last student left.

When the door was shut closed, you looked towards Severus, “Think you’re funny, do you?”

“No idea what you mean.” He answered. He finished stacking the loose papers on his desk before gesturing you to the door, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He tried his best to hold in the proud simper that was threatening to show.

“Sod off, Snape.” You shot his way on your way out.

The door was barely closed when he said, “After you.”

You’d made your way to the dining hall for dinner while Severus had chosen a different direction. You didn’t care, as long as he was away from you and out of your sight. The only thing on your mind, anyway, was the delicious feast that was waiting on you.

Somehow, though, you and Severus had reached the large doors at the same time, something that confused the both of you. Nothing was said as you tried opening the doors before he could… yet you couldn’t move from your spot.

“What the hell…” You mumbled. You tried again, to no avail. “Why can’t I bloody move!” You exasperated. It was rather aggravating considering you could smell the delicious food on the other side of the door.

A loud sigh was heard next to you, forcing your gaze on the loathsome man, “Move out of the way, L/n.” Severus advised. Then he tried… and just like you, his attempt to move had been futile. “What in Merlin’s beard…” he mumbled angrily.

“Why would you try it if it hadn’t worked for me?” You frowned in confusion.

“I was hoping for a result other than what yours had been.” He admitted.

That’d made no sense, “Like what?”

“Like being able to walk into the dining hall.” He’d remarked as if it should’ve been obvious to you.

The two of you couldn’t deepen your rising argument before two, distinct voices were heard speaking to you. “Hello, Professors!” You were greeted.

“Seems that you’ve found yourselves caught in our newest spell.” Fred started.

George continued, “I’m sure you two know the only way out of it.”

A muddled stare was sent their way.

Their eyes followed up to right above where you and Severus were standing. Immediately, your faces fell at the realization of what they were eluding to.

“You’re the reasons all of these mistletoe are hanging everywhere?” Severus wondered aloud. “Take them down!” He demanded.

The boys shared a cheeky smile, “Can’t, Professor.” Fred spoke.

George nodded along with his brother as they moved around you two, “The only way out of it, is to kiss.” And with that, they’d disappeared into the great hall.

You stood there for a second, both silent, until the gears in your heads started to turn. At once, either of you had drawn your wands and tried to fire off a few simple spells that could counter the charmed mistletoe. Surprisingly to Severus, none of them had worked; you knew better than to be nonplussed.

Fred and George had always been talented wizards and when it came to how they created spells or pulled pranks, that was no different. You’d found yourself on both ends of their jokes one too many times to think otherwise. You knew better. Which was why you knew exactly what you were going to have to do.

“We’re going to have to kiss.” You interrupted his musing.

That’d brought him completely out of them, “Excuse me?”

His surprised response caused you to look towards the ceiling in annoyance. “You know, just as well as I do, that there is no other way out of this. Fred and George are too skillful and if they’ve thought of this possibility, the only way to get out of this is to listen to them.”

He looked at you as if you’d grown two heads, a third arm, and had started speaking a language he wasn’t familiar with. His thoughts were nearly presented in front of you with how hard he was thinking. His eyes had shown that he was done pondering, though.

You were going to try and convince him further, your stomach grumbling had started to bother you, but he’d already taken the initiative.

Severus’ lips connected with yours in a way neither of you expected. It was like two puzzle pieces connecting in an unfamiliar way - one that worked. It’d warmed you while at the same time confused you. But you hadn’t had time to dwell on it when you found yourself being pulled closer to Severus’ body. Forgetting where the two of you were, you’d found yourself breaking free from the one spot you’d previously been stuck in.

Your back was being pushed on the doors that you’d been trying to go through earlier, but you’d ignored it. Your hands found the back of his neck while one of his traveled down to hold your waist, with the other cradling your cheek. It’d felt like one of the longest kisses you’d ever had, but it was so, so pleasant and oddly passionate that you couldn’t find yourself caring.

Prior to being able to pull him impossibly nearer, you’d both found yourself leaning back as the once stable doors had suddenly started to quickly open.

In an instant, the two of you were met with the stunned faces of everyone in the dining hall. Your students had a mixture of astonished, disgusted, and snickering expressions. The professors table, on the other hand, held looks of knowing and ‘about time’ displayed on their faces.

You’d let go of Severus as he’d done the same, except for the hand that was resting on your lower back. It would have been comforting if not for the fact that you were embarrassed at being caught. You’d started to feel like the students that you’d sometimes discover in an empty classroom together. You wanted the attention off of you and quickly.

Had it not been for Dumbledore, everyone would still be frozen in their spots, looking at you. Instead, their attention was on the man who had tapped his goblet in a manner that caused every open ear to listen. Thankfully, you were able to get to your seats afterwards.

Everybody had gone back to either eating or engaging in their conversations with the other after Albus sat back down. Although, Minerva had shared an appreciative look with you before mouthing, ‘Took you long enough.’

You ignored that and merrily ate your food. Tried would be more like it. It would have been easy to do so if it wasn’t for the fact that Severus had continued to glance at you from time to time. You knew he wanted to speak about what had happened, however, you weren’t too thrilled to do so where there were a plethora of listening ears and a meddling Minerva.

“Yes, Severus?” You whispered, finally connecting your eyes with his.

He discreetly leaned closer to you, “We need to talk later.”

Nodding along to his words, “Alright,” you agreed. “Just bring some hot cocoa and marshmallows, and we have a deal.”

His face scrunched up in mild disgust, “I don’t like marshmallows in my hot chocolate, Y/n.” He admitted.

Your look of bewilderment nearly made him chuckle. You shook your head in disbelief, “You don’t like marshmallows in your hot chocolate? Why do you hate love!” You dramatically expressed.

That time, he couldn’t hold the snigger that came out of his mouth, “I prefer Firewhiskey.”

“You can’t put alcohol in hot chocolate…” You admonished.

“According to who?” Minerva chimed in.

You raised an eyebrow at her interruption and Severus leaned forward so she could see he wasn’t impressed by her interference either. She blushed at showing that she had been listening and turned back to talk with Albus.

Shaking your head with a small giggle, “We’re putting marshmallows in our hot cocoa.” You insisted.

But that had amused him, “Says who?”

“Me.” You pointed to yourself smugly.

Your shrug that followed up had also been funny to him, “And what if I don’t want to?” He wondered.

You tapped your chin in faux thought while looking up at the ceiling. You stayed silent for a moment longer then responded with, “Then I guess you won’t be drinking hot cocoa with me.”

“Bossy.” Severus threw at you.

You laughed, “You’ll learn to like it.” You promised. You were satisfied with his nod of agreement.

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I know this was short, but I hope you liked it! Like I said in this, I’ll be back to posting regularly (soon) and since I’ve fallen out of it, I have to get comfortable with it again - hence the short fic <3

Tags: @a-queen-and-her-throne, @thethotthatbreathes, @starryeddie, @once-upon-an-imagine, @resplendentlady

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[little-fics]

glass

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: you break a plate on accident, your daddy and uncle Dean come to the rescue.

Warnings: age regression, broken plate, triggered reader, hints at abuse, blood, cut, anxiety/panic attack, I could've missed some so please babies, read at your own risk

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: really like this oneeeee, thanks for reading lovelies <3

You're walking through the kitchen, minding your own business, and you collide with the sharp corner of the table. The plate resting in your hand hit the floor, shattering. In a split second you're panicking, the sound of broken glass reminding you too much of your bad days.

Memories flooding through your head, voices booming all around you. You're looking at your hands, the slippery culprits now shaking like a leaf. Your vision is spotty, lungs burning, air barely coming in, face losing feeling soon. Your eyes move to the shattered ceramic, overflowing with tears now. You realize the 'mistake' you've made and start clumsily shuffling around. You're picking up the biggest pieces, placing them as soft as you can in your hand.

Sam instantly heard the plate break, immediately jumping up from his chair in the library. He was rushing to you, and when he arrived in the doorway, he takes in your rattling body. Your breaths are choked, whole body racking as you're picking up pieces of glass? Sam instantly rushed over to you, kneeling in front of you, "You with me baby?" A hand coming up inches away from the hand holding the pieces of glass, his other coming around to your shoulder.

As you're picking up a piece Sam places a hand on your shoulder and under your hand holding the glass as gently as possible, but it still scares you. You let out a loud gasp, clenching your hands together, another sob coming out of you, "I-I'm sorry-" He lifts you from your squatting position, pulling your legs around his waist. He's rubbing your back, whispering in your ear as he carried you, "Shhh, my little baby, nothing to be sorry about, you're okay, it's okay." You're sobbing, shaking, mumbling ''m sorry' over and over, you can't open your eyes, you're just stuck gripping onto him and struggling to breathe between broken sobs.

He sits you on the counter next to the sink, your legs and arms still around him. "Hey, baby," he's trying to reach you in your thoughts, "baby, can you look at me?" He's rubbing your back, feeling the wetness grow on his back, knowing he needed to check it. After about fifteen seconds, he decided he had to check your hand. He brought his hands to your ears, taking a deep breath and turning his head as far away from you as possible, "Dean!" His voice was dripping with fear and concern. Your body jolted when he did so, and he felt it, instantly consoling you, "Oh I know, daddy was so loud and it was scary. I know baby."

Dean does into the room, hearing your cries echoing through the room as he sees the back of Sam's shirt covered in blood that's coming from your hand? He's rushing over to you, softly speaking to you, his hand hovering over your wrist, "Hey, little one, wanna let Uncle Dean see your hand for a minute?" He gently grabs your wrist, slowly leading your away from Sam's neck.

You're starting to calm down, Sam's scent engulfing you, his words bringing you back to him. "It's okay bug, I now it's scary but daddy's here. Take a deep breath for me, come on." You're trying to follow along to him, Dean pulling your arm away from him bringing some feeling back into your arm. Your breathing is still scattered, but doesn't burn as bad, Sam's voice coming in clearer as you hear the water coming on. "You feel my hand on your back sweetness?" He makes big circles on your back, applying the slightest amount of pressure. You enjoy it for a moment, trying to take good breaths for your daddy, then nod to him. "You think you can tell me what letter I'm making?" You nod again, "Okay, remember to keep focusing on what I'm writing yeah?" Another nod, and as he starts drawing lines on your back water hits your hand causing you to let out a small cry and jerk your hand away from Dean.

"Hey, baby, you gotta let Dean make sure you're okay," his other hand is enclosing your face, kisses planting on top of your head, trying and succeeding in wrapping you in his love. He continues, "Focus on my hand baby, what letter is daddy drawing?" Dean's hand touching your wrist barely registers as you focus on the letter. You hiss at the water rushing over your hand again, shaking your head at Sam, letting him know you don't know the letter. "Okay, let me do it again," he traces two exaggerated lines on your back, forming a L. "What letter baby?" He is wiping away some stray tears as you choke out, "L."

Sam hums happily, "Such a good, smart girl, it was L!" His voice is soft and soothing, Deans movements on your hand becoming a little more noticeable as you start to breathe better. "Ready for the next one?" You nod keeping your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. He traces a circle on your back, then a line, you shrug not sure, a little too distract by the thump thump thump of his heart. "Circle," he traces a circle, "and a line," he traces the line, repeating the letter once more. Your voice is wavering, not confident in yourself, "a?"

He rubs your back gently, delivering kisses where he can reach, "So smart! Let's see if we can get another, yeah?" You nod, Sam sensing the small amount of eagerness and feeling relieved that you're starting to get back to being his happy little girl. He starts a point at the top of your back, drawing straight down and circling back. I know that one, you thought happily. Your heart skips a beat, excited to show your daddy how smart you are. "That one's d!"

Sam smiles even though you can't see him, knowing that you're gonna be okay. He's been watching Dean, wanting to make sure you were okay. It was a long cut but not deep, spreading across the inside of your fingers. Fingers bleed bad, and look scarier than they are. "Okay, okay, you're too good at this!" A small nuzzle into his chest from you, the praise pleasing your tiny headspace. He traces a v with a tail on your back, causing you to giggle, "I know the word!" He chuckled, "There's more!" He see's your brows furrow in consideration before speaking solemnly, "Okay, papa, write it."

His heart swelled, his perfect baby makes him feel magic running through his veins. He traced, another vertical like and circle, opposite from the d, and you bounced on the counter. "Yes, daddy! I know it!" He glances at Dean, who is putting small gauze and tape over the slices on your fingers, Dean focused on his task, but smiling at you and Sam. Sam speaks softly, but with admiration, "Ya hear that Uncle Dean? My girls got it!" Dean's voice dripping excitement, "Well I don't know what it is! Tell me what it is sweet pea!"

"Issa ladybug right?" Sam quickly litters kisses all over your face and shoulders. Your arm moved around his waist, face burying into him as he makes you blush with his words, "Genius baby! So smart and perfect, did so good!" You're giggling at him, Dean letting go of your hand, "All patched up sweetheart. You wanna come with me and watch some toons while daddy cleans up?" You squeeze to Sam, not wanting to let go, causing his heart to break a little. "Baby, Daddy's got some blood-" you try to raise your head but he stops you, "Little girls are too small to see things like that, right angel?" You blush, nodding, "Yes, daddy."

"Good girl, now I need you to keep your eyes closed while Dean grabs you, real tight 'til he says okay?" You nod, placing tiny kisses on his chest. Dean reaches for you, your eyes close real, real tight. Dean takes Sam's place, moving you to the other side of the sink. Sam's hand didn't come off your back, gliding with Dean. "Good girl," he butterfly kisses your nose consistently, letting you return it with a giggle. "He's gonna clean your hand, and I'm gonna go clean up." He kisses your forehead and you whine when you feel him leave.

Dean is quickly rinsing off the dried blood on your other arm that transferred from your other hand as he shushes you, "I know bug, just a second." After he finishes, he prepares to lift you, speaking softly, "Keep those eyes shut darlin'." When you nod, he lifts you, carrying you out of the kitchen, careful to avoid the plate and blood in the floor. You feel him lean, but keep your eyes closed, clinging to him tightly. He straightens back up and walks you to the tv room, sitting on the couch softly.

"Alright baby," he tapped your shoulder twice with a feather tap, "open up." You lift your head, greeted with Deans wide smile and a lavender beaded pacifier in his hand. You hummed excitedly, bouncing up and whining slightly when he didn't give it to you. He puts it against your lips, your mouth happily taking it in and sucking on it, laying back down on him.

After no more than ten minutes, you're squirming. You want your daddy, not uncle Dean. "Peanut," Dean sighs, "daddy's coming, give him a minute, yeah?" You whine, fussing a bit, Dean stands with you, pushing your head into his neck. He starts pacing the room with you, bouncing you slightly. You're still squirming a little, trying to escape his grasp. "Wan' papa," you whisper, Dean feels a tear slip onto his shoulder and he's shushing you. "He's coming baby, he's gotta get real clean! You don't like when daddy's stinky do you?" You giggle a little, shaking your head, "No stinky papa." Dean coos at you, "That's right little girl, daddy needs to get to smelling good again, doesn't he?" That elicits a heavier laugh from you, tucking yourself back into his neck.

Around ten minutes after that, Sam walks in, holding a pair of rainbow leggings and one of his t-shirts. His hand comes to your back, nodding you out of your sleepy state, and you're instantly reaching for his arms. "Papa," your hands find his shoulders to support yourself while you transfer arms. "I know baby," he's holding you now, but it's short lived when he gently sets you on the couch. You're whining and whimpering, reaching out to him, being careful not to squeeze your sore little fingers. He shakes his head, "No baby, don't you wanna get these uncomfy clothes off of you?" When he says that you realize how tight the clothes you're wearing are, how rough they feel against your skin. You're suddenly squirming, pulling at your clothes messily.

"Oh little girl, arms up now." He's speaking softly but sternly, causing you to stop moving and lift your arms. He picks up your shirt, lifting it up over your face and back down, making silly faces at you repetitively, "Where my baby?" the shirt is covering your face, "There she is!" He moves the shirt out of the way again, only stopping when your giggles die down. He slides his shirt on you, it was a little oversized on him, it swallows you. You're bunching it in your hands, whining when he pulls down your rough blue jeans. He slides the leggings on, the soft, stretchy material making you kick your legs playfully.

Once the leggings are all the way up, Sam grabs your ankles, laughing at you, "Oh! Daddy's got you now little ladybug, what you gonna do?" You giggle at him, a blessed sound to Sam and Dean, twisting your body in unnatural ways to try and escape the mean ankle monster. "Papaaaa," you kick your legs a little seriously, causing Sam to raise his eyebrows, a test telling you that you know better than to hit your daddy. "Pease papa, jus' wan' you hol' me." You reach your arms up and Sam's heart melts.

He tickles up your legs, grazing your sides, causing you to twist and turn again, before he's lifting you by your underarms, putting you around his waist. Dean comes in, you're not sure when he left, but he's got your favorite spaceship sippy cup and your reaching for it. He laughs, handing it to you as Sam sits with you. "I thought we could watch Tink, you wanna watch Tink peanut?" You nod at Dean, he presses a kiss to your cheek and plays the movie, Sam letting you adjust so you can watch the television.

Despite your sore hand, it was going to be a good day with your daddy and uncle Dean. They know when you need extra attention, know when you're gonna be their little baby and they wouldn't change it for the world. They just wish that you wouldn't have regressed this way, forced by a trigger violently. They know you're hurting so they're gonna be by your side all day long.

[performativezippers]

I really hope you did not bail on continuing the dandelion Inn. That would break my heart a little. As long as I know you will continue/finish it eventually I can wait (very impatiently but still..).

Okay so typically I don't respond to things like this, but ignoring the last few I've gotten here and on twitter obviously hasn't worked, so here we go.

Yeah, don't do this.

You're trying to be funny, but this is a not-at-all-veiled "NEXT CHAPTER WHEN, WRITE MORE." And just...no.

You—and by "you" I mean the group of y'all that send comments like this to me and others, not this anon specifically because I don't know you—obviously mean for this to inspire me to write faster, but what this actually does is piss me off and make me work on something else. Why? Because it's not kind, it treats me like a production machine instead of a person, and it, frankly, makes you seem like an ungrateful asshole. Sorry! But true.

I find that people who write these comments typically—and I literally don't know who you are so idk in this situation—aren't the ones leaving long, detailed, enthusiastic comments on every chapter on every reread. Not the ones earnestly and consistently reblogging and retweeting and writing thoughtful commentary or even excited tags. You come off as an unengaged and ungrateful reader who will leave kudos but nothing else, and two days after I post will be saying "when is the next oneeeee" which is so frustrating.

I spend hours on these chapters. Literal hours of my life. If you want the next one so badly (and to be clear, I'm glad that you do), write me a long ass comment or ask about what you loved in the last chapter and what you're excited to see in the next. That motivates the shit out of me. That makes me happy and excited to write what's next.

This morning I woke up early with the intention of going into the office and working on Dandelion until my first meeting. But instead, I'm writing this. We all lose, basically. I am way less interested in writing it this morning than I was 30 minutes ago. And that sucks! I love writing, I love writing this fic, and I love being engaged with y'all. You just need to treat me like a person and understand that this "write faster, gimme" bs does not work. I don't know anyone this works for, so honestly, just stop it.

Next time you're desperate for another chapter of one of your favorite fics, try this: "Hey, I just reread [x fic] for the [6th] time because I'm obsessed!! My favorite part of this chapter is when [character] said [quote from fic]. I couldn't stop [laughing and my grandma thought I was dying]. Last night I couldn't sleep thinking about what will happen when [character] finds out [secret]. I'm not sure if she's going to [reaction A] or [reaction B] but mostly I just want them to KISS [IN THE RAIN]!!! I love you forever and ever, byeeeee"

And just in case this hasn't landed, here's another way to put it. If you are not in the following situation, I literally do not want to hear your thoughts on how quickly I write. If you're doing all of this, I welcome your feedback on my pace of fic output:

Drafting an original novel

Revising an original novel that is honestly your very best hope of being published and that is about to be sent to publishers

Watching as your second novel, Firefly, one of your loves, slowly dies in the hands of publishers, meaning that your agent, who you have worked with for over 2 years now, has still not made a single fucking penny off of you, and might drop you as a client

Celebrating your wife's birthday and generally spending time with her because you love her and value your relationship with her

Working on a long fic with a partner that you really care about and have a deadline for

Working a day job that is so intense and stressful you literally spent 5 hours the other weekend (on your writing day) ensuring that a student didn't do something to themself. Sorry I couldn't work on Dandelion that day, I need to make sure this person did not die.

Having a chronic, persistent, and ultimately probably terminal disease that makes you so exhausted sometimes you can't lift your head up after a work day

*insert gif I can't find of Lucy saying thanks for playing!*

Like I said, I hate doing this, I hate writing this, I hate responding to this, but ignoring hasn't worked, so here we are. Please don't make me say it again.