#i woke up super early from a bad dream

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Miya twins never change please ily

[thetangibleghost]

I've always wanted to wake up from a dream laughing and I just did but I realized after I woke up that I have missed a million social cues :((((((((((((((((( it wasn't even funny idk why I couldn't stop giggling. I dont even giggle irl.

[turtletaubwrites]

Sweet Abduction ~ Part 1

Thank you anon for this super cute request! I loved the idea, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

Pairings: Charlotte Katakuri x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4084

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Summary: Times are tough, and you're afraid you'll have to give up the family business, until you find people who cherish your work. Who knew making doughnuts would gain you the attention of an Emperor of the Sea, and her second son? Will your new life be as sweet as it seemed?

Rating/Warnings: SFW, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Grief, (reader's dad has passed and she thinks about him a lot), Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Kidnapping, Minor Violence (hardly anything, just being grabbed by the arms briefly), Kissing, No Smut, Human/Monster Romance, He's freaking 16 ft tall, Reader is too sweet for this world

A/N: Turns out Katakuri is over 16 ft tall. I stuck with canon, hope you don't mind! Please heed the tags! This is very sweet romance type fluff, but there is some kidnapping and shit, so be wary 😅

Your body naturally woke you in the quiet, early morning light, but you still felt like you were in a bad dream.

After all your years of struggling to get by, of trying to make a living off the only skills you had, you still had nothing. You had kept your dad’s shop running, learning all you could, trying to honor his memory. But now that he’s gone, prepping these early mornings alone felt like losing him all over again.

Especially since hardly anyone in this town could afford to waste their berries on sweets.

Even buying ingredients for one day's batch was brutal.

I’m sorry, dad. I don’t want to sell your shop. Please, I wish you were here to tell me what to do.

You blinked back your tears as you started frying the morning's first batch of doughnuts.

Falling into your rhythm, you glazed and displayed each doughnut with care. Still taking pride in your work, you treated each pastry with love, even though they would probably be wasted. 

You gave a little yelp as the tiny bell on the shop’s door chimed.

Your mouth hung wide as you looked at the two potential customers. Shaking yourself, you greeted them, turning on your customer service charm.

‘The best way to keep a customer is to show them you really care.’

Your dad’s sweet voice filled your mind, and you smiled, genuinely hoping that these people would have a wonderful day. And that if they tried your doughnuts, it might make their day even brighter. 

The two strangers made their way to the display case, reviewing the little menu above the counter, and they asked you detailed questions that surprised you. 

You had been too busy trying to make sense of the colorful, almost outrageous way they dressed, that it took you a second to realize how excited they seemed to be here. 

They can’t be from around here. Everyone here is too poor to be that colorful.

You pinched your wrist at the sour thought, reminding yourself of your dad’s view of the world. He’d tell you to focus on the good things happening right now.

The two customers ordered four doughnuts each, and you carried their plates to the dingy little table in the corner, filling their cups with coffee.

The urge to stare was almost too powerful. It had been so long since someone new came to enjoy your work. 

They smacked their lips, and licked their fingers, and their bright eyes warmed your heart. 

‘There’s nothing better than watching someone enjoy the work you put your heart into.’ 

You cleared your throat, turning away from them as you wiped away a tear at your dad’s words in your mind.

“Ooh, Mama’s gonna enjoy this,” the taller one hissed in a mock whisper.

“Excuse me,” the other patron called, waving you over. 

You wiped flour off your hands, grabbing the pot of coffee. You felt their eyes on you, feeling examined as you refilled their cups.

“Is there anythi–”

“How would you like a sponsorship to open a shop in the sweetest capital of the world?”

“... I’m sorry. What did you–”

The tall one grabbed your wrist, eyes almost manic as he leaned toward you.

“We’re scouts, you see. We’re from Totto Land, and we’ve been looking for someone with your talents. Everything will be taken care of. We already have a doughnut shop that's just waiting for an artist like you.”

Your eyes were so wide it was almost painful, and part of you told you to run from these strangers. 

‘Don’t fight miracles, sweetheart. Sometimes good people really do get good things.’

“Okay,” you stuttered, following your dad’s advice one more time. 

~ 

You had heard the name Big Mom before, seen her wanted poster. She didn’t seem like a real person when you were struggling in your run down town. 

And you thought that Emperors of the Sea were meant to be terrifying, almost demonic. 

But here you were on her archipelago, her myriad of islands filled with so many happy people. So many people who love what you do.

It's surreal! 

You’d been given a doughnut shop on Komugi Island, along with a beautiful apartment above the shop. You wanted to explore and meet people, but you couldn’t think of closing the shop for even a day. 

All the ingredients you could dream of, equipment that you’d never seen before, and a dining area inside and outside with plenty of tables so you could enjoy the happy noises people made when they ate your doughnuts and pastries. 

It was heaven. It felt like your dad was there with you, kneading the dough, pouring the coffee. You could almost hear his laugh, his silly songs that he used to hum.

It felt like home.

After a few days, you noticed that the shop cleared out a little before lunchtime. You had been having a steady stream of customers all day since the day you opened, but now it was empty. You tried to remind yourself that things wouldn’t always be that busy, and that it didn’t mean anything.

I guess I’m just worried, dad. I want to do well here. I want to stay.

You had a pile of plates in one hand as you wiped down a table outside.

“Good afternoon,” boomed a deep voice from above, and your ankle shifted against the stone tiles.

You were slipping, trying and failing to keep a grip on the porcelain plates.

Then a huge, warm hand held you steady, and your mouth gaped at the sight of another gloved hand catching the plates before they fell.

“I’m so sorry,” you choked out, heart racing.

Shifting away to look at your new patron, you steadied yourself, pressing your palm against the warmth beside you.

Your breath hitched as your hand touched firm leather. You stumbled back a step, and he grabbed your shoulder to steady you, before setting the dishes on the table, and towering over you.

“I apologize. I should have waited until you set down the plates.”

The deep, measured voice made you shiver as you looked up at the man it belonged to. 

He was so tall. Insanely tall.

Is he a giant?

He sat down beside the shop on what you just now realized was a bench, made for someone his size.

Realizing how rude you were being, you cleared your throat, giving him a smile.

“No need to apologize. Thank you so much for saving my plates!”

You dipped your head, letting your eyes go wide as you looked at the ground after getting a better look at him. 

He had deep crimson hair, with eyes to match. Those intense eyes were framed with arched brows, and eyelashes so dark and thick that you could see them from where you were.

You brought your head back up to meet those eyes, and you bobbed on your toes as you tried not to gape at the rest of him. 

You’d never seen anyone like him before. He wore a layered scarf that draped around his shoulders, covering his neck, and the lower half of his face. 

Below the scarf was an expanse of muscle, pink tattoos accentuating his chiseled abs. His leather vest covered nothing, but it matched the leather across the rest of his body, belts, straps, and spikes giving you so much to look at.

Then you looked back at his eyes, and realized you’d been staring.

“I–I am so sorry. I’m new here, and my head is a little off still. Would you like me to bring you a menu?”

He hardly spoke while he was there, but his gaze felt heavy and warm. Thankfully, no one else came by to witness you making a fool out of yourself. 

He made a huge order, and you packed three large boxes to the brim.

Your dad would have been so happy in that moment. You could picture his smile. Practically hear his voice.

‘Look, sweetheart. Your love is gonna touch all those people that eat your sweets. Isn’t that just lovely?’

“Are you afraid?”

“What,” you choked out, quickly brushing a tear from your eye as you thought of your father.

He’d taken the boxes from you after paying, but now his brows were furrowed as he looked down at you.

“Oh my– oh no! I’m sorry,” you panicked, realizing what he meant.

“I wasn’t crying because of– I was just thinking about my dad. He would have been really happy with your order. You picked all his favorites!”

He stiffened, one of his gloved hands flexing on his knee.

Clearing his throat, he stood, his height leaving you speechless again. 

“Thank you, miss. Have a pleasant day.”

“... Th-Thank you! Please, come again soon!”

You were waving at his back, and he froze for a moment at your words. But he kept walking, finally leaving your sight. 

Slumping into one of the chairs, you felt the blood rushing through your body, your head feeling fuzzy after all of that. 

Then a line of customers started trickling back in, and you poured yourself into work. 

What an interesting place this is. 

~

He came back again. And again. And you always forgot to ask for his name. 

He never said much. He always ordered at least three boxes. And you always spaced out as you stared at him at least once before he left. 

Luckily he always seemed to come during a slow hour, catching you cleaning with no other customers to attend to.

You wanted to ask if he liked them. If he liked your dad’s favorite recipes. It seemed like a silly question, since he ordered so many every time.

But you liked his voice, and you thought it would sound really nice if he said it. 

You caught yourself grinning in the mirror at the thought as you got ready for the day.

I think I like it here.

“Good morning, miss Y/N!”

You had just stepped downstairs, morning light still not quite touching the world, but your shop was full of people.

“I… I’m sorry. The shop’s not open yet. But I’m happy to share my pot of coffee with you if you’re willing to wait on the doughnuts!”

You felt extra grateful that you’d dressed for the day before coming downstairs.

“Thank you dear, but you’ll be coming with us.”

A tall, thin woman moved toward you, a rough scar bisecting her face, and you clenched your fist to stop yourself from recoiling. It was too damn early for someone who looked like a gnarled old witch to break in and threaten you.

Is she threatening me?

“Sorry, uh,” you said awkwardly as you moved behind the counter. “I’ve got a lot of doughnuts to get started for the day.”

“Not today, sweetie,” the witch-like woman said, her reddish nose bobbing as she shook her head.

“I don’t– Did I do something wrong?”

You shrank back against the wall as guards moved against you, gripping your arms.

“Not at all,” the woman nearly shrieked, failing to sound comforting. “In fact, you are being granted the highest of honors. You are about to become part of Big Mom’s family!”

You had been squirming only slightly, not really fighting against the men holding and moving you. But now you slumped, confusion hurting your brain too much to keep steady.

“What do you mean? What’s happening,” you asked, panic building in your throat the closer they got you to the door. 

“You have been chosen to wed the shining star of the Charlotte family. Our strongest warrior, a man whose back has never touched the ground. My perfect big brother, Charlotte Katakuri!”

Your mouth hung open as she continued, her voice manic, louder with each word. She may as well have been speaking another language. 

She pointed a long, twig-like arm at you, and you tried to clear your head to understand.

“You can call me Brulee, sister in law. Tomorrow you will become Charlotte Y/N.” 

You stood, frozen and dizzy.

“Come now, lots to do, sister,” she tutted, snapping her fingers.

“But why? Why me?”

She reared on you, her red nose inches from yours.

“You’re special, of course. You were chosen. And you’d better learn not to question Mama.”

“Please,” you pleaded, twisting against the guard's hold. “I don’t–”

“Don’t question mama! And don’t even think about refusing her.”

The guards tightened their grip, leading you toward the door.

“Wait!”

“Don’t res—”

“Please change the sign! Please let my customers know I’ll be gone, I don’t want them to wait out there for me.”

Brulee frowned at you, but had one of the guards write a note, hanging it on the door.

“Thank you,” you sighed with relief, giving her a grateful smile.

She frowned again.

You didn’t resist, and the guards let you walk freely. You felt the stares of citizens on you, and watched a group of onlookers waving as the ship departed for the main island. 

Whole Cake Island. 

It was incredible. The sounds, the colors, the smells! Excited locals rushing around, as if preparing for something big. 

Like a wedding.

Brulee spent the travel time regaling you with stories of her brother. 

The second son of the Big Mom Pirates. One of the Three Sweet Commanders. The Minister of Flour who governs over your new home, Komugi Island.

“When he was born he stood straight up, and slept on a chair. His back has never touched the ground. He’s never laid down, and never been knocked down either.”

“That sounds tiring,” you muttered under your breath, but she turned, grasping your wrist.

“Not to my brother. He’s more than strong. He’s superhuman. He’s noble, and cool-headed. And you are going to be the perfect wife for my perfect brother. Got it?”

“I-I got it.”

She released your arm, and you tried to fight your nerves, but you couldn’t stop shaking. 

You were led through a massive castle that looked like, or was it a cake? The ceilings were so massive, you had to crane your neck to see them.

Brulee left the guards outside, leading you into a gorgeous bedroom, with an extravagant bathroom, and at least ten servants carrying all sorts of fabrics, powders, shoes, and more. 

You felt like you were in a whirlwind, just staying still and letting these strangers touch you, pamper you, fit the white dress to your body.

Now and then you’d pay attention to what they were saying between their giggles and demands. 

“She’s so lucky.” 

“I wish I could join the family.”

“I wonder if his children will be as perfect as he is?”

Finally, you were freed from their hands. Dinner was brought to your guarded room, and you watched the night fall.

You curled up in the luxurious bed, and sobbed silently. You caught yourself whispering under the blankets, eyes burning as you tried to make sense of it all.

“Dad, I’m sorry. I’m trying to see the good here. But I’m scared. I love this place. I love making people smile. But what if this man… What if my husband is a bad person? What if he’s mean? What if he doesn’t like me?”

Visions of terror filled your mind. If they could kidnap you for this, could they really be good people? This land seems so happy and prosperous, could this marriage be a good thing?

“Is this a miracle, dad? Should I let it happen, and hope for the best?” 

“Will they kill me if I try to run?” 

“I’m scared, dad. I wish you were here.”

Finally, your quiet sobs fell into slow breaths as sleep pulled you under.

Morning arrived, and the servants were buzzing with excitement as they prepared you for the wedding. You felt empty, hollow. They kept pinching your cheeks lightly, trying to wake you up, to convince you to be happy.

All you could manage was a weak smile as you looked at your reflection.

“You look beautiful, sister,” Brulee praised, patting your hand. “It’s almost time.”

She led you to a massive stone room, guiding you to a small bench before leaning over you. 

“Just wait here. It won't be long.”

She left, and you didn't turn to watch her go. You thought about running. There were no guards in this chamber. 

You bit your lip to keep from crying, afraid of what might happen to you if you ruined your makeup.

“Y/N…”

A choked gasp left your throat as you turned, looking for the owner of that deep voice.

Your favorite customer was there, his height looking almost normal in this massive room. He sat along the wall on a giant bench, leaning toward you.

“Oh, hello,” you practically squeaked, throat caught with unshed tears. “What are you doing here? I’m sorry I couldn’t make your order today!”

“Please,” he stopped you, holding out his gloved hands. You blinked at him, noticing that his normally black attire was white, somehow making his hair and tattoos stand out even more.

“What are you…”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have let this happen.” 

“Let what happen,” you asked, your mind moving so fast it felt like it was tripping over itself. You stood without meaning to, walking closer.

“You were brought to my island as a gift. For me.”

His dark eyes poured over you as you stood, silently waiting.

“I shouldn’t have told mama that I liked you. I tried to convince her to stop, but there’s no way to stop this without violence now. And I cannot hurt my family.”

Violence? 

Your heart beat in your chest like a bird, wings flapping desperately to escape a cage. 

“Mama is a decisive woman. When she makes her mind up on something, it will happen. I am usually the one to make it happen. Most of my siblings have their marriages arranged. I didn't…”

Regret tinged his voice, and you met his eyes.

“Why me?”

He looked away, sighing as he leaned back against the wall.

“My siblings brought you to my island because they thought I would enjoy your doughnuts. I happened to mention how much I’ve enjoyed your work, and your… company. So Mama has decided that you’ll be joining the family. That you and I will marry. In less than an hour.”

You’d never heard him say so many words at once, and his voice rolled over you while you tried to comprehend everything. Your mouth hung open as you stared at him.

“You must be frightened.”

He shifted on the bench, looking almost uncomfortable before he caught himself. He adjusted the movement, making it look deliberate. But you noticed.

He’s just a person.

“I think having a first date might have been nice,” you teased with a small smile. 

He stared down at you for a long moment, before his brows furrowed.

“You shouldn’t have to marry a monster.” 

“What do you mean,” you questioned, starting to feel lightheaded from everything.

“When we kiss, it will be over…”

“We’ll be married?” 

“No.”

You hadn’t thought his eyes could get any more intense, but they sure did. You stood, still as a statue, waiting for him to explain. 

“There’s something I have to show you.” 

Katakuri unraveled his scarf, slowly revealing the lower half of his face.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of his large mouth, scars stretching from ear to ear. Sharp teeth or fangs jutted out at the edges of his lips. 

Your first thought was that he did look like a monster.

‘You can’t tell somebody’s heart from the outside, sweetheart. Always give people a chance.’

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, after you stood there too long, thinking of your dad’s voice.

You watched those huge hands start to drape the scarf, looking away from you as he covered his scars.

“Wait,” you commanded, voice almost too loud in the echoing room. You reached up to put your hand on his knee, shoving aside a brief thought about how things would work with his height.

“Will you be kind to me?” 

He paused his movements, face still uncovered. Your whole body rolled with warm shivers as he laid his hand on yours.

“I will be kind to you. And I will protect you.” 

“And you’ll tell me how much you like my doughnuts?”

An almost surprised huff left him, and you were pleasantly shocked to see his wide lips twitch up, a hint of a smile there. 

“I love your doughnuts. They make me very happy.” 

Your toes curled in your shoes as you grinned up at him

“Okay,” you nodded, dread shifting to excitement. “I guess we’re getting married then? Please, promise to be kind.” 

“I promise,” he agreed, head tilted as he looked at you, before wrapping his scarf back around. 

You were practically bouncing on your feet now, and your words came out high and fast.

“So, your name is Katakuri?”

“Yes.”

“Is it true you never lie on your back?”

“We’ll learn a lot of interesting things about each other later,” he promised, voice low as he patted you on the head.

“Right now we have somewhere to be.”

There were so many people. So much food, so many sweets. 

Big Mom was enormous, even taller than Katakuri. All of her children looked so different, so interesting. 

Everyone seemed happy.

I’ll choose to be happy too, dad. I just wish you were here with me.

The ceremony and vows flew by, and luckily you remembered what to say. Then the end arrived, and you realized that you didn’t know what to do.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may start your marriage with a kiss!”

How am I supposed to kiss him?

Your question was answered as his large hand scooped down beside you. Looking into his face, you could have sworn he was smiling by the slight crinkling of his eyes.

A giggle left your lips as you nodded, and you gasped as he grabbed you gently around the waist, lifting you up.

You heard the cheers of his family as he turned away from the crowd, keeping his face from their sight.

“I am sorry, Y/N.”

His whisper made your heart ache for this strange man. He seemed so lonely, even with all of his family looking up to him. 

Maybe neither of us have to be lonely anymore.

You touched a hand to his cheekbone, and he seemed to freeze.

“Don’t be sorry, Katakuri. Let’s just be good to each other.”

You felt a hum move through him before he carefully pulled his scarf down, just enough, just for you.

He’s so big!

That thought hit you again, but you’d already decided. You were already his. You leaned forward, and kissed him between the sharp fangs at the edges of his mouth.

His lips were warm, and soft, and sweet.

You let out a hum of contentment, wiggling slightly in his grasp. He pulled back, covering his face, then he stared at you. 

“Hi,” you said softly, feeling your skin flush as you felt suddenly shy.

“Oh mama, mama,” Big Mom laughed, making him turn to face the party.

“My family is getting bigger and bigger! What a wonderful day. Let’s start with the cake!”

~

Katakuri didn’t join in on the fun, sitting on the edge as if keeping watch over his own wedding. Everytime you tried to talk to him, new in-laws would drag you away, light conversations and laughter hogging the day. 

Finally, you were ushered away, waving back at the crowd as your husband joined you. 

Instead of a carriage, you were carried away from your wedding on Katakuri’s shoulder, adjusting the scarf so that it would stay in place. 

A procession of onlookers applauded, calling his name. You even heard your own name once or twice. It felt like the entire island was cheering for you, and you were caught in the chaos of a world you never could have imagined. 

Your mind started racing as the wedding was over, the real world starting to return. A million questions tore through you, and you didn’t know where to start, until one came tumbling out.

“How are we going to sleep if you never lay on your back?”

He let out a sound that could have been a laugh as he kept moving toward your new home. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll show you.”

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a/n: Once again, I'm so happy to take requests! I probably wouldn't have thought to write for this big guy, but now I love this lil doughnut man. He's so sweet 😭😭 (Let me know if I should write the honeymoon... 😳)

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Part 2

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Carnival Date

Nicholas Alexander Chavez

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You and Nicholas are off to the state fair today, you spend your morning getting ready and then eventually drive to the carnival

A/N: I’ll make a pt 2 of them going on the rides n shi

Warnings: Bowel issues?

Me and Nicholas were off to the state fair today.

We woke up super early and got ready, while I packed our bag, Nicholas made us breakfast to start the day. In the bag I put my purse, keys, snacks and water bottles, making sure to also grab my camera. While waiting for breakfast I grabbed the camping chairs from the garage and put them in the trunk of the car.

I sat outside at the small coffee table as Nicholas brought out eggs on toast and fruit on the side.

“Mmh!” I moaned “You’re too good to me.”

I waited for Nick to sit down before I cut into the toast the egg yolk running.

“Impressive Mr Chavez, very good job handsome.”

He grinned at the praise, before swallowing hard.

“Um, how did you sleep last night babe?” He questioned.

“Yeah pretty good actually, at one point I dreamt that I was back at my daycare job and there was this one kid that kept running a muck.” I furrowed my eyebrows, “It was actually kind of a nightmare.”

He chuckled, “Well at least you woke up refreshed?”

I just smiled shaking my head.

“How about yourself? Are you ready for the drive?”

“I slept really good actually, best sleep I’ve had this week… it was so comfy and slept like a baby.”

“That’s because I was in your bed last night.” I joked.

He smiled rubbing his forehead.

“I think you’re right actually.” He slightly frowned, “But no dreams though, I guess it’s kind of a blessing, I could’ve been dreaming about naughty kids at daycare.”

We both exchanged a giggle as I drew some strawberries toward my mouth. The fruit was refreshing, the sun was shining and I was in good company.

We spoke for a while before I cleared our plates, washed them, dried them and put them back.

“I’ll get the car started!” I called to the bathroom door where nick was.

I grabbed our stuff and piled it into the car then going to the driver seat and waiting 5 minutes for Nicholas to finally get out the door.

He jumped into the car placing on his glasses.

“You ready princess?” I asked.

“Hell yeah princess!” He replied smacking the dashboard.

I pulled out of the driveway and we were finally off.

“Having bowel issues honey?” I asked.

He looked at me with a smile in disbelief.

“No! I was just -“ He paused for a second. “Having bowel issues” he finished in defeat.

“I couldn’t help it, that egg just went right through me.”

I gasped throwing my hand to my mouth with a giggle.

“Well you’re all sorted now. Would it be bad if I stopped at Starbucks and got us a coffee?”

“Oof, yeah maybe not for me, I can’t trust myself… but go knock yourself out.”

-

After 30 minutes we were still driving but getting close to the fair, the music was pumping and I checked on Nick who was looking out the window. Although we weren’t talking we were completely comfortable in each others presence, we didn’t even need to talk but would still feel content together.

“What show bags are you thinking of getting?” I asked.

“Probably be safe and stick to the Kit Kat one, but I also seen one for cologne.”

I nodded in agreement. “I’d seen one for Ariana Grande.”

He rose an eyebrow, “Ariana Grande?”

“Yeah, I know I’m not her biggest fan but the makeup and perfume in it looks really promising.”

“Tell you what I AM excited for..”

“Tell me Nicholas.”

“A good old CORN DAWWG.”

I couldn’t help but lose it at the way he said corn dog and he stared at me with a pleased grin.

We finally got to the fair and I pulled into the parking lot. It was sectioned off and had cones everywhere, with workers wearing vests to help guide people to their bays.

I pulled up to a young man who had a radio and name badge “JAKE”.

“Hey-ya Guys! What was your number?”

I grabbed my phone and looked for my tickets showing him the screenshot.

“B-12, alrighty just down that way on the left.”

“Awesome thank you.” I smiled taking my foot off the brake.

“Thanks.” Echoed Nicholas.

“No worries darling” I heard the worker call.

Nick spun his head back at the worker.

“Jesus babe, don’t lose your neck.”

“Did he just call you darling?” Nicholas scoffed.

“Am I not?” I teased, “I think he was talking to you darling.”

He shook his head, “He probably says that to everyone.”

I laughed to myself at Nicks tension, still holding onto the fact that another man called me a nickname.

I hopped out the car and went to the back of the car.

“I think I’ll just leave the bag in the car for now, I’ll grab it later when the fireworks start.”

He snaked an arm around my waist, kissing me on the cheek.

“That’s a good idea honey.”

I grabbed out my purse from the bag and put the bag back.

We walked towards the fair hand in hand.

“What do you want to do first?” He asked.

“The basketball toss looks like it has the shortest line.”

He nodded in agreement, “Yeah, we’ll do games first then rides?”

“Sounds like a plan babe.”

We walked closer to the game.

“I bet I’m going to absolutely smoke you.”

“Sure you would Nick, I think you forgot me and Lebron James got almost identical stats, just look at my build.”

Nicholas, who towered over me, look me up and down.

“Hmmm” he hummed.

Ok writing part 2 now, I’ll probably post it either tonight or tomoz because I’m working late tonight. But thank u guys for ur support and hope you enjoyed.

[celestiaras]

-Zander or Lucien helping you fall asleep after a really bad nightmare 😊!! (Could be angst to fluff?) —🌼anon—

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by 🌼 anon ˚₊ ⊹

ft. zander netherbrand x gn! reader — avallum, first stage production

╰₊✧ comforting you after a bad nightmare┊0.5k words

contains: nightmares, hurt/comfort, established relationship

➤ author's note: i had the most horrific body horror nightmare last night so i woke up writing this on my phone

he’s a nocturnal creature, so he’ll still be up long after you. part of his powers is the ability to connect to people via their dreams, able to peek into their unconscious, or even enter their minds if he so pleased with a simple touch of the forehead. the moment your dream takes a turn for the worse, he can sense it immediately from both the change in your aura and the physical signs: increased heart rate, closed eyelids twitching, getting sweaty, and stirring in your rest. 

it feels like a violation of boundaries to look into your dreams, so he’s just going to gently shake you awake, “oh dear, please wake up— what on earth is going on in that mind of yours?” when you finally break free from the nightmare, you’ll notice the slight panic in his tone of voice considering he has no idea how to comfort you at first. it’s the norm back in hell and he had grown numb to such things, learning early on how to brush it off and go about his day as normal. it’s moments like these which remind him how adorable and sensitive humans are. he’s actually pretty glad you made the first move of embracing him, letting him know that he should care for you like he would after a bad day,

all the cuddles you need, you will receive. he’ll rest your head on his chest and run his fingers through your hair, rocking you back and forth, soothingly telling you that it wasn’t real and that he was there for you. feel free to tell him in detail what happened if you remember in as much or little detail as you please, but he won’t force you to recollect whatever horror it was because he knows they can get confusing and freaky to think about.

he’ll do anything you want until you calm down if you’re too scared to go back to bed whether it gaming, going out for some fresh air, or chilling out with a movie on. he’ll only part with you one time to make you a hot cup of tea in your preferred flavor, otherwise he’s by your side yapping about whatever to get your mind off of it all until you slump against his shoulder and fall back asleep. he’s super careful to lay you back down without waking you up, but when you do get up again in the morning, expect to be served breakfast in bed of all your favorites.

if you give him permission to enter your nightmares in the future, then he’ll show up to get rid of whatever fear appears in your mind. his main focus will be keeping everything peaceful so that you don’t wake up from overexertion of emotions, only making sure that he leaves you with a little smile on your face as the remainder of your dream goes smoothly. you likely won’t have any memory of what occurred that night the next day, but he’ll bring it up in conversation and laugh at your face of shock when he tells you what goes on in your brain when unaware.

[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 11

word count: 1,194

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

July 28, 1988

Dear Will,

Tonight was… well, it was something else. Not how I expected it to go. I had gone to bed super early, since all our late night walkie conversations have been catching up to me. But you obviously had other plans. I woke up to the sound of light tapping on my bedroom window. I was so thrown off, since I’m usually the one sneaking out in the middle of the night, but there you were at 1am, hunched over my window sill, wearing a The Cure tee shirt and a pair of gym shorts. I still don’t know how you’re able to just walk around at night in such light clothing; I’d bundled up in preparation to sleep tonight because summer nights always get super cold out of nowhere, and I turn into an icicle otherwise. “What are you doing here?” I’d asked stupidly as I let you in. You grinned up at me and asked, “Wanna go somewhere?” You had that mischievous gleam in your eyes that never fails to make me simultaneously nervous and excited. When I’d asked what place you had in mind, you simply shook your head, insisting upon the location being a surprise.

I asked you if you wanted a sweatshirt or something before we headed out, you shook your head, insisted that you were fine… and then you shivered. I smirked down at you with a look that said, I told you so, before rifling through my closet to pull out a hoodie and toss it in your direction. As I watched you put my sweatshirt on, I got the feeling I always get whenever you wear (or steal) my clothes— the closest word I can use to describe it is possessiveness. The good kind, I promise. It gives me purpose– purpose for you, specifically– which is kind of my kryptonite, if I’m being honest. So, with that said, please feel free to take my whole wardrobe. Cool? Cool.

We stealthily made it out of my window and down onto the ground without dying, and then we grabbed our bikes before making our great escape. We biked out into the night, wind whipping through our hair, and I just felt so free. And for a second, just a split second, I imagined what it would be like if we were together, and we were sneaking off to make out in the woods or something. That would be so romantic. Or scary. I don’t know, but a guy can dream, right? Okay, I’m getting off topic.

We ended up sitting at the top of the cliff at the quarry, a place familiar to the both of us, but more haunting to me, if anything. I still haven’t told you the full backstory about what happened that day with Troy, James, Dustin, and El. I don’t think I ever will, to be honest. You’d just blame yourself for what I did. And that’s the last thing I want. Anyway, we sat there for 3 hours and talked about anything and everything. At one point, I asked you if you thought falling in love was in the cards for us. 

“What?” you said, turning to me with wide eyes. I realized then that it sounded like I had asked if you thought we would fall in love. Honestly, I probably would have come out to you right then if it weren’t for the look of horror painted on your face. So I backtracked.

“I mean… for either of us? Like, do you think you’ll ever fall in love?”

“I mean, speaking for myself…” you replied, swinging your legs back and forth over the edge of the cliff, just like you had on the swings the first day we met, “No, I don’t think so.” I asked why, and you said, “I don’t think I’m, like, lovable. I’m too damaged.” Which is so not true, because… well, Exhibit A: Michael James Wheeler, presenting with a severe case of Down Bad.

“Same here,” I said, looking up at the stars. “God, I thought I was the only one.”

“No, Mike, you’re far from unlovable,” you told me. You turned towards me then, lifting one leg back onto the ground below us and crossing it in front of you, and reached your hand out to touch the back of mine. If you saw me blushing… no you didn’t. “First of all,” you continued, “you’re not damaged; you’re perfect, just the way you are. Secondly, how could anyone not fall in love with you?”

“Very easily, apparently,” I said automatically, and I watched your eyebrows furrow.

“…You’re talking about El,” you frowned, and I’d instantly regretted opening my mouth at all. I was actually talking about both El and you. Because El and I never truly loved each other romantically, and you… you won’t ever love me in the way I love you.

“Yeah, but—“ I made an attempt to change the subject, to distance our conversation from the topic of my love life. But I failed miserably, because you cut me off with your typical, constant reassurance and encouragement.

“Just you wait, one day you’re gonna look back on this conversation and laugh. Any person would be incredibly lucky to be with you.”

Person. Person, Will. You’re my person. That’s what I wanted to say. But instead, my dumb ass said, “You really think so?”

“Yeah,” you told me, tears forming in your eyes, and I felt like I was in the van all over again. I was fucking this up, like, majorly.

“Well, that goes for you, too, Will. Seriously,” I said. “You’re incredible, and anyone who can’t see that is… a fucking idiot.” I, out of all people, would know. I was blind to my feelings for you for years.

You glanced down at our hands, brushing your thumb over my wrist before scoffing out a sarcastic, “Eloquent, Wheeler.” And don’t think I didn’t notice those beautiful eyes of yours light up when I turned my palm upwards, linking our fingers together. I swear, it’s like our hands were meant to hold each other. 

“I’ll take the compliment, Byers,” I said, and then you changed the topic to something along the lines of how you wanted to paint the scene in front of us in the style of Van Gogh. I think you should go for it. You could totally pull it off.

We left the quarry around 4:45am, and you biked all the way back to my house with me, even though your house is in the complete opposite direction. You wrapped your arms around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug, and I held onto you right back, basking in the affection for as long as I could before it could get weird. I went right to my desk to write this as soon as you left, and now the exhaustion has crept up on me. So I’m gonna end the letter here. It’s more of a novel, actually.

I love you. I always will, Will. I know, the pun is getting really old. But the opportunity was right there.

Love,

Mike

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SFW Piers- Prompt: May I pls request Piers singing to S/o after they've had a night mare?

(btw I love your writing! Happy Thanksgiving to you if you celebrate it!)

Bruh, this was so cute and wholesome like what? Aight, let’s do this. Let’s DO THIS. Also super short since I’m writing it on my phone at work.

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SFW Piers: Sing Me To Sleep

You woke up with a start, heart pounding in your chest and confused. You couldn’t even recall what you had been dreaming of, but you knew it terrified you. A small whine escaped your mouth as you held back a sob. Then you felt it; the pressure on the bed shifting and Piers moved next to you.

It was clear he was half asleep, but managed to wake up from your small sobs. He let out a small groan as he lifted himself to his arms and looked at you.

“What happened? Bad dream?” He managed to murmur in his half asleep daze.

“Y-ya…” you said, still terrified of whatever had appeared in your dream. You were glad you couldn’t remember it, or else you would’ve been far worse off.

“Want me to sing you to sleep?” He asked, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You sniffled a bit before looking at him.

“Sing me to sleep?” You asked, as Piers chuckled.

“Marnie used to wake up all the time from nightmares. I’d sing her to sleep all the time to get her mind off it. Want to try?” He questioned and you decided it was worth a shot.

“Okay…” you whispered.

Soon Pier’s voice filtered through your ears, a soothing melody you can’t recall ever hearing. It was peaceful and you could feel your anxiety slowly leaving your body. You began to relax your body and became limp in his arms.

Your head still felt fuzzy, but with how tired you were you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from dozing off to your boyfriends sweet hums.

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[hypmicdaydreams]

sleep habits

-pairing: doppo kannonzaka x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

-hcs + small fic

this man will hug you in your sleep; you can’t escape that

whatever you do won’t be enough. you can’t escape from his iron clad grip; he’ll simply cling on to you tighter

see, doppo hugs his pillow when he sleeps

so when the two of you move in, and you eventually, into his bed, doppo would simply hug you instead

you were his replacement pillow, except a whole lot more comfy and warm. he’d never have the desire to let you go, even on days when he had to begrudgingly get out of bed and rush out the door

he takes in your scent and nuzzles into your hair; it’s so nice and comforting, and he notices it’s the exact bottle he had bought earlier that week (it brings a smile to his tired face)

your pajamas are super duper cute on you, and the way it rides up and reveals a bit of skin is all the more adorable, he thinks

doppo loves to just stick his hands underneath of course, to pat your stomach to rub gentle circles. your skin is so soft, feels so good on his hands

you’re so warm, it gives his butterflies (actually, he’s just stealing your warmth and you feel yourself freezing up)

and he loves cute little flutter kisses up and down your neck, not needy or anything suggestive. doppo just wants love, to love you, so late at night or early in the morning

doppo could stay with you in his arms forever and ever, so warm and safe. you were his guardian angel, he was sure of it

“doppo…”

you were in a super big major dilemma right now. you had to pee, really badly, except you couldn’t. your boyfriend had you wrapped up in a tight hug, one that was absolutely impossible to escape. and his legs were tangled up in yours, every which way that was anatomically possible. it was one puzzle after the next in trying to escape doppo’s hug.

“doppo.”

he still doesn’t hear, deep in dreamland. you wonder what he could possibly be dreaming about (it was actually your guys’ wedding, but he’s too flustered to say that the next morning when he recalls). and you can feel him breathing down your neck, so softly that you know he’s at peace for once.

you actually feel a bit bad in trying to wake him when he needed sleep the most. even with your back to him, you can picture the content smile. it’d be the cutest if you could see.

ughh, your bladder is getting more disgruntled.

so you try to fight your way out of doppo’s oh so warm grasp. it’s difficult, and quite frankly, you had no idea that doppo was even this strong (since when was he getting his nutrients in?). he’s tough, and you eventually have to try to wiggle yourself out and untangle the mess that was your legs.

only for him to wake up.

“..eh? y/n??” bless his soul — he’s confused in that cute still half-asleep way. doppo can’t even open his eyes all the way, rubbing them to no avail. he simply felt you leave his grasp and immediately woke up, concerned as can be.

“i just have to go to the bathroom doppo,” you quickly murmur, already halfway out the room. “i’ll be right back-”

“alright..”

and he stays awake for the few minutes you’re gone, perhaps a bit pouty. he feels bad, perhaps guilty even, but doppo seems unable to sleep without you beside him even for just a few minutes. he’s not entirely wide awake, but doppo is aware now.

when you come back, he immediately hugs you back into bed, legs already all tangled up and face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. your scent is hypnotic, enough to lure him back to sleep, and his arms have already enveloped your chest.

his grip is tight, again, and before long doppo dozes off. he can’t sleep without you now, you’ve come to realize.

[shoko-komi]

The Komi Report - Communication 450

Komi is a day early!? This week in Komi Can't Communicate:

Broth is sampled...

...and dreams are dashed upon the stones.

Read It: Mangareader Mangakakalot Viz Media (North America Exclusive) Mangadex (English updates are dead, but there’s the backlog; and Spanish + Portuguese language updates)

I was caught completely by surprise this morning when I woke up and had a notification from the r/komi_san discord server (I exclusively use it for the new chapter notifications. All other notifications are muted and I never go in there because I value my sanity aklsdnlkasndlaksnd).

Now that tensions within the broth crew have been loosened they can get into the favourite pastime of friends everywhere - good-natured bickering.

Nanoda was so timid when she first appeared, so it's really nice to see her coming out of her shell.

I've only eaten good restaurant ramen once - other than that it's been 2 minute stuff - so I don't know what to make of this smelly-ramen vs unsmelly-ramen conflict. Where do you stand?

My girl is flopping so hard at this aksdlkansd.

I might have a hard time explaining this one, but; I love seeing Komi fail. She tried her best to settle the ramen dispute but doesn't know what to do and is sort of useless.

Part of it is I want her to learn that she doesn't need to be problem solver girl all the time, and her friends will like her and want her around even if she isn't "usefull". She's a leader among her peers but it's ridiculous to put everything on her own shoulders, and her peers can solve their own problems such as in the case of the broth. All Komi needs to do to be valuable is be there.

The other part of it is my sadism flaring up.

Really funny that she blames him here. A girl needs her tantrums

Only a brief glimpse of them..... Oda you tease me.....

Also add an entry to the list of left-handed Sukida appearances

My complements to tumblr user fareasterncurlew for this infographic which I think about every day

Classic Najimi gag

Miwa Omojiri my beloved, hello again. Also Tsubo is so me... I would be laughing so hard....

Such heart-breaking news after all their hard work. I love how the camaraderie of the class keeps them in good spirits!!! So many times I've been in a bad situation but I've felt alright because I could laugh about it with good company.

It brings a tear to my eye....

This is really funny but also!! Ogiya comforting Kori is super nice after them being recently at odds. Kori blended into the group so quickly after they figured him out.

The culture festival!!!! AAAAAA I'm excited

We've been shown this beautiful glimpse of what Hiki and the girls are up to. Aaaahh, maid cafes. Literally what would we do without them?

Oda I'm still waiting for a follow up to the Susumi/Hiki yuri...... and I want Yamai/Nakanaka band yuri.... and I want SukiYama yuri.... Oda give me yuri please I'm starved Oda I'm starved to death and dying fatally.......

I hope the culture festival is 50 chapters long and every character is featured and has a super funny joke and there's lots of yuri and wakai dies mysteriously between chapters and is never mentioned again and we find out the details of the Ase/Naruse kiss and Benujit Spopo appears and Tadano is force-femmed permanently and there's happiness, free, for everyone!!!!! And no one is left behind!!!!

Stay safe! I'll see you next week!

[windvexer]

Spirit advice anon here, typing on mobile and accidentally hit send too early, whoops. (also this became a lot longer of an ask than I thought Le Whoops)

Okay, so baby witch with 0 experience and I live in an old house that was lovingly built by a man for his family back during the great depression, right? I was feeling really sentimental thinking about that yesterday and comparing it to my own family's (much less wholesome) situation and at one point passively thought that it'd be nice to have a family that close and caring, and thought about maybe one day having a spirit friend that could give me that sort of feeling. Again, this was only passive thoughts - no petition or any action from me beyond that.

Cut to last night, I have a dream of the least-horrible parts of my family, dead grandparents in better shape than they've been since I was a child, an estranged sibling, etc. All living in an old family home my mom and uncle had no choice but to sell. I've dreamed of family before, but it's always been a pretty bad one involving members I don't like. This one was really nice though. However, there was someone else in my dream that I thought was an IRL friend from work, who had, let's just say a very *strong* pressence.

When I woke up, still pretty groggy, I turned over in bed and immediately heard (in my head) friend from work, who still feels nearby, call me from behind me. When I try to lift my head, I have the very first episode of sleep paralysis on my life. Again, I had moved my body moments before this, so extra weird. I feel like something's about to happen, but I'm able to break out super quickly. It's about this time that I think to myself "wait a minute, work friend isn't an incorporeal being that can suddenly appear in my room" and start getting weirded out.

Now, while this experience felt 100% different than any weird dreams that I've had before, I still wasn't convinced it wasn't all in my head, so I pulled a couple of tarot cards.

"Did a spirit visit me last night?": 3 of Cups, celebrating your feelings or connections with others

"Okay... what were their intentions?": The Moon, enjoying healthy fantasies and daydreams, practicing magic, embracing the unknown

I'm still not great with tarot, but that all seems pretty clear cut to me.

I understand that I should give them an offering to thank them for reaching out with the nice dream, and probably ask them to not do the sleep paralysis thing again because I did *not* enjoy that. Beyond that, because I was barely ready to start practicing magic at all, let alone with spirits, I feel rather unprepared. Any additional advice you can give me with this information is appreciated.

Hi, Anon. Sorry for the late reply.

This is the only ask I got from you so if you sent a different one, I didn't receive it.

Okay, so baby witch with 0 experience

Welcome

I was feeling really sentimental thinking about [...] Again, this was only passive thoughts - no petition or any action from me beyond that.

You didn't ask, but I'm sure you're aware that petitions or actions aren't required to call to spirits. An earnest desire is often enough to spark action from nearby spirits who are waiting at the veil with bated breath.

Cut to last night, I have a dream of the least-horrible parts of my family, [...]However, there was someone else in my dream that I thought was an IRL friend from work, who had, let's just say a very *strong* pressence.

It may be worthy of consideration that this spirit in the guise of your work friend is not one of your ancestors. I've had spirits (one very important one, actually) show up for me when I started ancestor work, because that was the first time he was able to reach me.

When I woke up, still pretty groggy, I turned over in bed and immediately heard (in my head) friend from work, who still feels nearby, call me from behind me.

Spooky.

I understand that I should give them an offering to thank them for reaching out with the nice dream, and probably ask them to not do the sleep paralysis thing again because I did *not* enjoy that.

If a spirit gave me sleep paralysis, I'm not sure I'd give them an offering.

Beyond that, because I was barely ready to start practicing magic at all, let alone with spirits, I feel rather unprepared. Any additional advice you can give me with this information is appreciated.

Your experience felt like it came on a little strong. It's unusual for people to be thwacked by spirits like that out of the blue. This isn't to say I doubt the veracity of your story, but rather that you might want to consider that you're not dealing with some random household spirit.

If you don't want to talk to or interact with the spirit at this time, you don't have to. If you want to work with spirits at this time, it should be an active choice - not something you fall into by happenstance (or let yourself be pressured into because you don't want to feel mean for not wanting to talk to a spirit who initiated contact).

I highly recommend working wards to protect you during your sleep, and protecting your bedroom/sleeping space as a whole.

When next performing divination, enchant your tools to constrain them to tell the truth (or to prevent the spirit from showing untrue answers).

A person who wants to jump into spirit work with heavy-handed spirits will likely not regret, and might someday be very grateful for, preparing a very stern protective amulet ahead of time to prevent spirits from reaching them. Once enchanted, such an amulet can be kept out of the way until needed.

[sugarmountainspring]

April 15.

6:30 : I woke up. Liv was having bad dreams. I had 2 coffees and got dressed while consoling her. I didn't wanna go to work. I grabbed leftover dinner from the fridge, switched my insoles from my rubber adidas to my cheap jordan work shoes, grabbed my backpack and tool bag and went out to my car.

8:00 : I showed up at the office. Its liv's exam week so she doesnt need a lift to school cause theyre all online. I'm always early. Today my drive took me about 10 minutes. I left late and everything. Mondays I go to the office, most other days I just show up where I'm needed. B***** the office lady is taking some time off (I guess), and as usual I show up before the boss. I clock in and clean some old cardboard and garbage from the warehouse. I have a chat with L***, the architect. He tells me about some DJ software he uses and tells me he ran a DJ company for weddings and graduation parties for 26 years. Every time we chat he always reveals something cool like that. After a bit I go out to the front room of the office and hang out with Z**, S*** and N*****. J**** is late, as usual. After a while chatting like that, I check my phone and realize I had a call from my dad (who is also my manager). He says there's a couple of things to do around some properties out in A**********. I like those properties cause nobody is really out there except for R****, the super of the property. He's nice enough but he always talks about stupid shit and doesn't listen back. That's one thing, he's old so I kinda expect that. But if he catches you out by his properties he'll give you all kinds of work that's his responsibility but he doesn't want to do. Luckily, I avoid him as I pull into Building A.

10:00 : Unit 302 has some pretty bad water damage. I throw on the new Super Eyepatch Wolf video to listen to while I work. Above the window is a huge sheet of drywall, heavy, warped, and half fallen out of place. I start by trying to slice it up. I saw and saw and saw with my utility knife. I make a cut about 2 inches into the sheet. No dice. I decide hitting chunks off with my hammer would probably work better. I give it a hard whack and make nothing more than a small dent. Awesome. It looks like the repeated wetting and drying have turned the naturally flaky, wafery drywall to what is equivalent to a solid piece of cement. At this point, my grade 11 and 12 auto shop teacher's words ring in my head. "There are surgeons, and there are butchers. You should aim to be a surgeon, but butchers exist for a reason." I start tearing down the sheet with my hands, careful not to disturb the L-bracket that holds the bad piece of drywall to good ones around the window. From the ceiling falls several dead wasp nests and what appears to be a birds nest. No critters in there. Lucky me. I pack up the debris I've made and toss it in one of the garbage bins around the property.

11:30 : this is why I like a********** properties. Nobody ever does anything around here. At the end of my last little bit of work, I cleaned up the hole I made with my knife. With that solid drywall, my blade broke off like I was trying to carve the hole out of a lemon wafer stick. I just spent the last 20 minutes fucking around, trying to find a new blade. Nobody breathing down my neck or telling me to get back to work. It's kinda nice. Once that's done, I remember I was told to help out cleaning up the properties. Normally what that entails is moving garbage people are too lazy to throw in the garbage bin from the side of the bin to the inside of the bin. At the main hub I go to at this property, the bins are overflowing with junk and there are 4 twin sized box springs, 2 couches and several bags of garbage to the side. Hm. Down the line of houses and apartment buildings on the street, lots of bins that are much emptier. Guess I'm doing some hauling.

11:54 : I've scoped out some empty bins, and I've thrown some couches and shelves into them. I never ate breakfast, so I eat lunch. Today, I will be eating leftovers, a luxury I don't normally have. Normally, I'd eat at Wendy's, A&W, or grab something from the hotplate at the Foodland around the corner. But today I'm eating the Thai chili chicken on fluffy jasmine rice I made yesterday. Saving money never tasted sooooo good. At this point I'm listening to a video from one of my favourite channels, ANIKI, about the history of the yakuza from the 17th century to today. I grab a seat in my car, roll the windows down a crack because it's getting hot out (finally) and chow down.

12:05 : I finish lunch. During lunch, I think about how my car really needs an oil change, and how sometimes the "check coolant" light pops on. With the weather changing, I understand the latter and that doesn't worry me. The former? A little more pressing. There's one mechanic I trust in town. It's hours are the exact same as my work hours. I use my car for work so I can't just drop it off and pick it up at the end of the day. And one of those "half hour oil and tire change" places? Forget it. My mom got one of those a month ago and she's had nothing but trouble with her car since, from them explaining she needs a new fly wheel which she didn't pay for, to a transmission fluid flush that she did pay for, which immediately sprang a leak, stopped working, and needed to be repaired at the garage I trust that I mentioned earlier. I can change oil no problem, I just don't know where to dispose of the old oil. Maybe I should just lean into being scummy and throw it in the lake or just let it drain into some Tupperware and throw them into public trash cans. Much to consider. Much to stress over, more like. But for now, I'm back to slugging around old dirty wet couches and beds. I would ask myself why I don't get a desk job doing data entry and sending emails, but I know I'd be just as whiny and complainy there as I am here. At least here I get some exercise and some sun and a decent wage. My town isn't exactly a hub for business, but this is where I live so I take what gets doled out to me. There's a real meth problem in my city. Everywhere you go, you see people pushing shopping carts full of jumper cables, old shoes missing matches, and pounds upon pounds of sweets, eyes bugged out of their heads, screaming at people, twitching and itching all over. I've been having a nagging thought over the past couple of months that, while that seems less than optimal, I'm kinda at my breaking point. Should I just give up on regular society and run with that society? Or should I finally do what I've been thinking about since I was 15 and just kill myself. I know everyone says life gets better as you get older but I found that hard to believe back then, and I still do today. For now, I haul garbage.

2:49 : moved around as much junk as I could. There's still a couple of couches and a huge mattress by one of the bins but they don't fit in my car and the next empty bin to the one they're next to is about a kilometer away. I still have an hour left at work today so I may drag them over. I may not. Who's to say. I may just hang out. That's the beauty of working at the farthest property from the office. Nobody's gonna say anything! Since I last logged my stuff here, I went out to the D*** road property. It's a lazy Monday, I'm done all my make readys for my move ins next month so I'm not stressed, and I just cleaned up some garbage there. There's a lot less to do over there. One box spring, a couple cardboard boxes, and an old bathtub. All tossed in a bin. I caught one of the cleaners out there and we talked. I'm bad with names, so I can't put it here, even in a redacted form. She's nice though. We just talked about how expensive shit is getting, and how much of a dickhead our boss is. He drives a ferrari. He's a landlord. He's kinda a local villain. He sent me and everyone I work with an email to explain that we wouldn't be able to get in touch with him cause he's skiing in the north pole right now because business is so bad because hamas terrorists killed a bunch of innocent colonizers on the other side of the planet. OK man. I've worked here since the beginning of January and I still haven't seen him. And this is his second vacation of the year. Last was at the south pole. Thoughts and prayers dude, I hope you can crank up rent even higher soon 🙏. During my chat with the cleaning lady my bestie sent me some pics. During high school we were super tight, but their parents moved to Nova Scotia on our last day of grade 11 and they've lived there ever since. But just yesterday they touched down in Alberta for a summer job out in the mountains at some kind of resort. Included in some of the pics they sent me was a trailer park at the foot of some mountains. Doesn't that just seem beautiful? I'm not a man of excess, I'm very very easy to please, I think I could do well in a cheap double-wide with a view. I think I could convince Liv to get out there with me. She's in school right now so it would probably take a year or two. But I've talked about moving all over (even to alberta) so many times this is all just another pipe dream. That being said, best of luck to the homie Llewellyn and all of their future alberta endeavors.

4:00 : leaving work. Didn't do any more cleaning. Just sat around.

4:26 : just got home. Liv stayed home to study for her exams. But she cooked me some Ramen and hot dogs that were ready when i got home. Thank you Liv ❤️. She's watching a YouTube video where some Korean guys bite things in a kitchen, and some of the things they bite may be cake. It's a beautiful warm day out so I put down my tools and stripped butt naked, sat down on the couch, and dug into my food. I think I'm going to play some pokemon quarantine crystal on my phone.

4:54 : changed my mind and changed the TV to something we can watch together. Literally since I made that last entry to now I've been looking for a movie to watch. I settled on hereditary. It took me half an hour to find a movie. I think there's something wrong with my brain

5:15 : Liv wanted to paint so I'm here on da toilet thinking of things to paint

6:29 : I painted a face. I always paint faces. This one came out ugly. That's ok cause plenty of people have ugly faces. I feel ugly so I wanted to make something kinda ugly. I had a beer and now I'm laying in bed. I never nap but I feel like I want one right now. I asked Liv to wake me up in 20 but idk if I'll actually fall asleep at all. Guess we'll see.

6:34 : instagram was always fucking dumb but now it feels extra extra dumb.

8:29 : Liv came in to "wake me up" (I didn't sleep) but she climbed into bed and we held eachother and we had sex. We left bed, she continued painting and I played some Persona 4, which I haven't played in a bit. Good news everyone: Yukiko Amagi is safe!! Me and Liv are going out to get Boba now. Liv's painting is really pretty. A long time ago she painted one really similar to what she's painting now, so this one is kinda an update. A psychedelic bust of a headless pink and yellow lady on a royal blue background. She says she's gonna have flowers busting out of a crack in her chest and her head hole. I can't wait to see how it turns out.

10:04 : it's the end of the day. I took my garbage out and passed my downstairs neighbors in the hall. We said hi. Paper recycling today. I've been slacking on that one. I don't care about recycling, it's just that it tears the regular garbage bags so it's easier to put it in a bin. So it's all outside now. I took a quick shower. I didn't wash my hair because I don't like the way it looks after it's been washed, all poofy and round. I blew my nose in my hand and it was still black from the dust in the unit with the warped drywall. A symbol of a hard day's work. Well, maybe not that hard. Either way, I'm in bed right now. Liv is calling her mom. They're tight. When she hangs up, we'll probably watch some simpsons or seinfeld and fall asleep hugging eachother all soft and warm uwu

[cheese-ducks]

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Chapter 10: How Did This Happen?

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It felt like a police interrogation. The dining room chandelier was suddenly too bright, the wooden chair suddenly uncomfortable, and his brother's glances from across the table made Jack increasingly sweaty. That or it was too hot for the long sleeve he usually wore under his graphic tees. It also didn't help that Sung, who kept insisting he'd had everything under control, wouldn't stop frantically rambling. 

"How was I supposed to know he would be up this early? I've used that window countless times and no one is ever there! I mean, you never wake up until well after the sun has risen! And come on, it's DOCTOR Sung! How could he get that wrong? How do you think he found out? Aren't you going to answer me?"

Jack couldn't answer him. He was the only one who could hear Sung's annoying voice, and he wasn't about to look more insane than he did that morning. 

"Well," An exaggerated pause solidifying his annoyance. "I guess I'll just go fuck myself then!" 

Slightly less nervous than before Jack began the conversation. 

"How did you know?"

"Well, I started getting suspicious when you kept calling me Stone for some reason." How long had Sung been doing that? Come to think of it he'd never said his brother's name correctly. He seriously wondered if it was by choice.

"Yeah, he can't pronounce anything right." As he rolled his eyes he could feel Sung getting offended. He couldn't help but laugh. 

"And I was convinced when I saw you in that spandex while you were gone for days."

Jack's heart practically jumped into his throat. "Days?" 

"Yep. You were gone all weekend."

It only felt like a night. How had a whole weekend passed? He put his head in his hands trying to comprehend how much trouble he'd be in. He couldn't even imagine how worried his parents were. 

"Can I explain myself before you turn me in to mom and dad?" 

Stan quietly exhaled what sounded like a laugh. "Sure." 

"All this bullshit started when I left Andy's party. While I was walking home I saw this huge shooting star and I decided to follow it."

"Why did you follow it?"

"I thought it was cool, I guess." 

"Alright then, continue." He shrugged.

Retelling all of this felt like trying to remember a lucid dream. A dream he'd just made sense of himself. 

"Turns out it wasn't a shooting star, it was actually a spaceship," Thinking back to that moment, knowing everything he'd learned since, it put a lot of what happened into context. "And I think when I walked up to it and Sung opened the door he took control of the vessel for the first time, which caused me to black out."

Stan paused, trying to figure out what that could've meant. "You lost me, pal."

"Oh shit, sorry. I'm just trying to find a way to phrase what happened next that doesn't sound bad." 

"It sounds like you got possessed." 

"See that's what I didn't want to say." Jack had gotten used to referring to his body as 'the vessel', but possession still sounded super creepy. 

"So, what happened next?" 

"After a couple nights of weird dreams I woke up wearing that costume." He felt Sung's usual irritation when people called it a costume. 'It's obviously armor. Very tough, very cool, very tall armor.' He would say. 

"That's when I decided to tell you about it." 

"Oh yeah, I was worried about you, man." Stan patted his little brother on the shoulder.  "I'm not looking to judge, I just want to know what the hell happend." 

"Fair enough." Jack sighed. 

"I think that night was the first time you called me Stone." 

It was, and it was confusing to Stan at first. He thought his brother had already gone to bed until he heard repetitive knocking on his bedroom door. 

"Hey, ...bro!" The words sounded unsure, like it was the first time he'd said the word 'bro'. "Where are the pages of genius I gave you? I- I want them back for some reason." 

Stan assumed he was being sarcastic about the genius comment, so he laughed off the other strange things. 

"Sure, pal. I'll drop off your genius musical endeavor in the morning." He replied half asleep.

"Thank you, brother Stone!"

'Holy shit, could Sung have been more obvious?' Jack thought. 

"I thought you were trying something new," he chuckled "I didn't think too hard about it." 

"That's one way to put it." 

"I didn't believe the alien thing until there was that whole parking lot alien fight. I knew you wouldn'tve been interested if you didn't believe it." 

"I still have no idea what that was about." Jack whispered to himself. "Anyway, my personality started to fuse with his and I started going crazy." Thinking back to his extroverted outbursts made him facepalm, he must've looked like a total freak. 

"More than just your personality went nuts, man. You carried your entire drum kit to the van in one go! That's pretty damn cool." 

"Thanks, I guess." He shrugged. "He's the reason I missed the concert. All day I kept blacking out and having super intense flashbacks, I was fucking phasing out of my skin or something." 

Stan knew what he was referring to. His brother was especially anxious during the soundcheck, playing faster and faster, fervently shaking with either terror or excitement, then a sudden stop. He saw Jack frantically wiping beads of sweat dripping down his face as his drumsticks hit the ground. It was the most scared he'd been for his brother in a long time. 

"Then, I blacked out and woke up at home. I felt so bad about it he confessed right then and there."

"The alien?" 

"Yup. I'll spare you the monologue I got from him and say he can't be on Earth because of the atmosphere, so he's been using me as a host because we look similar, and his name is Doctor Sung,"

"Doctor? What is he a doctor of?" 

He paused, realizing he'd never thought to ask that before. He'd wondered if the lion commander was legit before he asked the being he was literally sharing a body with. 

"Good question. What are you a doctor of?"

Stan watched as his brother went silent, waiting for an answer from the alien. 

"Dude, that's not an answer." 

More silence.

"I never told you to go fuck yourself. I just didn't wanna talk to you in front of my brother but he had a question so..."

More silence. 

"Whatever, man. I'll tell him that." He looked back at an extremely confused Stan. "He said he's a doctor of vibes and high kicks and it's very nice to see you again." 

"Oh, tell him it's nice to see him again too. You guys totally rocked the other night." Stan's doubts and fears about his brother's alien possessor slowly dissipated as he watched the conversation unfold. From what he'd seen this guy was just as much of a dork as Jack. 

"Wait, the other night? What other night?" 

"The first night you didn't come home. How often does this guy make you forget stuff?"

"All the fucking time. So even what happened?"

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It had been hours since Jack had left the house. He said was going on a walk and he was never out by himself for longer than half an hour. Stan didn't think there was anything to worry about at first, but now he was searching the streets for his little brother like his life depended on it. He checked all the likely spots; the gas station, the comic book store, the dog park, the community college he went to, his band mate's houses, the various music shops they would browse, and still he had nothing. He wasn't even answering his phone calls. The possibility that Jack was hurt or worse was too terrifying to genuinely consider, so he kept looking. While walking near a street corner SeX-rays considered busking on he heard a faint drum solo, followed by the sound of his brother laughing. He raced toward the source of the music, relief washing over him. Jack was okay, he was okay and alive and laughing! Stan's worst fears faded to the back of his mind as he got to the scene, and as luck would have it there was his little brother, playing a keytar and laughing with a cone on his head. It was a strange sight up to be sure, four costumed weirdos playing eighties music slightly too loud at ten o clock at night. They looked similar to the descriptions of the alien sightings, a tall man with a lion's head, a black and white robot with glowing red eyes, and a short, caped man wearing a traffic cone. He'd already accepted that they were actual aliens, his main concern was what they wanted with Jack. While they set up for the next song Stan approached the cone man. 

"Stone! I'm slightly worried and mostly ecstatic that you're here!" He was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Jack, I've been worried sick! I haven't seen or heard from you for hours! Where have you been?" 

His smile faded as he pulled Stan away from the band to talk more privately. 

"I assure you I am perfectly safe and I'm truly sorry for making you worry." His words had a genuine empathetic tone to them, as if he felt exactly what Stan was feeling. "I was afraid of what you'd think if you knew about this." 

"What I'd think about what exactly?"

"All of this, I suppose. Performing while dressed as strange as this is extremely unlike me. I was afraid you'd be as embarrassed of me as I was." 

"Why?"

"I have no clue, you're a very kind person. I don't know why I was so scared." 

They both laughed as one of the band mates, the only one Stan didn't recognize, gestured for Jack to get back in front of the microphone. Before he left Stan gave him a tight hug, it seemed to confuse his brother more than anything. 

"I'm just happy you're safe, Jack."

"Splendid." He said, sounding unsure of how to respond. "And it's Doctor Sung when I look like this." 

"Ooh, kickass stage name, brah! I'll let you do your thing." 

Stan ended up staying for the entire set, or more accurately until the cops came by to shut them down. It was amazing to watch him play. His little brother, who usually couldn't step in front of a microphone without stuttering or biting his nails, was dancing and playing without a care. Maybe it was the silliness of it all that got him to come out of his shell. Whatever it was he looked happier than he ever did behind a drum set, and Stan couldn'tve been prouder.

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"And afterwards you said you were going back with the band so I headed home and told mom and dad you were staying with some new friends from school." 

Jack stared in total shock, attempting to comprehend everything he'd just heard. Sung spilled his guts, guts that weren't his to spill, without him even remembering. To be fair Jack probably never would've said any of that on his own, even though he'd been meaning to. Sharing a body with someone who could perfectly articulate emotions was kind of a nightmare. A very helpful nightmare, but a nightmare nonetheless. 

"Yeah, that sounds about right." He said standing up and pushing in his chair. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go to my room, lie down and never move." 

"Alright." Stan stood and hugged his brother's shoulders. "Love ya, brother." 

"Later, dude." 

As he walked away Stan heard him murmur "Now I'm telling you to go fuck yourself." 

Silence

"I'm being sarcastic, I think."

[randoms-fandoms]

Hello can I request a Marcy x Shy depressed male reader who is a great singer and is scared of singing in public but Marcy encourages them to sing in the battle of the bands

I first saw this in the early morning when I woke up to check my notifs but thought all day that I dreamed it 💀 anyway im glad this is a real request because it’s such a cute idea!

Warnings: the reader talks negatively about themself :(

Relationships: established Marcy x (male) reader

This is a bad idea, you thought nervously, pacing back and forth backstage. You had agreed to plan your own act so hastily, wanting to help Marcy and Anne ease the tension when Sasha broke off to start her own group with Toady, but now you were regretting it. Everyone is going to see me!

You were taken by surprise when Marcy ran up beside you and engulfed you in a hug. “Hey! You look great in your costume!” She said, holding you at arms length to appreciate it. “Super cute,” she added with a big smile.

You blushed, looking down at yourself. “Really? It’s so… colorful.” You wore a pair of comfortable yellow and pink striped pants, a pale yellow dress shirt, and a hand-sewn fluffy yellow and pink cape— the outfit was modeled after the rosy maple moths in the area.

You personally thought the outfit was too flashy. So many people you didn’t know had complimented it already, it was making you anxious.

“Of course you do!” Marcy said before breaking into giggles. “Look, I got some glitter on you,” she said, still laughing. She brushed her hand across the shoulder of your furry cape, and showed you how some green glitter from her costume had come off on you.

You smiled. “I like it, now we match.”

Marcy grinned wide, and pulled you into another hug. “Thank you so much for doing this; having you perform will definitely chill everyone out!”

You immediately felt your chest tighten, and your face dropped into a frown. “Um… Marcy?” You said, struggling around the lump in your throat. You patted her on the back and she pulled away from you, concern written on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Marcy held your hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Nothing,” you replied automatically. Pretending to be okay was a bad habit of yours. “I mean— I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You said. Your face felt numb from panic. You sat down on a nearby log, pulling Marcy with you.

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay.” Marcy said. “I love you.”

You nodded, feeling a little better. Marcy loves me. She knew that you were often in doubt of that, and always knew when she needed to remind you.

“I’m scared.” You admitted, trying to keep your voice from shaking. “I don’t want to go on stage.” Just imagining it made you feel sick. “I can’t do it.”

Marcy leaned into your side, providing a comforting weight to ground you, and nodded. “It’s okay to be nervous. Stage fright is totally normal!” She said adjusting her grip on your hand.

“But I don’t want to let you down,” you explained, still staring at the muddy ground.

“You could never disappoint me, even if you tried.” She said firmly. “But anyway, if you really want me to talk you into it…” she stood up and stood in front of you.

You paused a moment and then nodded, looking up at her.

Marcy smiled. “You’re the bravest guy I know. We’ve been in Amphibia for months and you’ve been by my side the whole time!“

“Yeah, I guess—“ you recalled your time in Amphibia, living with Marcy in Newtopia, going on adventures with your whole group of friends.

“But not just that! You’re talented. I know you love to sing, and I know you’ll have a great time if you get up there and do your song.”

You glanced over at the crowd of frogs waiting for your opening act. It’s just for fun. No one will care if I mess up.

“Plus, I’ll be here to cheer you on!” Marcy said, throwing her arms in the air. “Even if it’s a tough crowd, they’ll definitely get into it when I start cheering.” She said with a small laugh. “So, how about it?”

You stood up and took a deep breath. “…I’m gonna do it.”

“Yes! Now let’s get you up there!” Marcy took your hand and pulled you up behind stage. “Ah, I’m so excited, I love hearing you sing!”

You could hear the frogs murmuring behind the curtain, the buzz of gnats and flies all around the swamp, your deafening heartbeat… the night was so quiet, you could hear everything.

Marcy paused a moment, a look of indecision crossing her face. Before you could ask her about it, she leaned forward and gave you a quick kiss. “Just for luck,” she said shyly, blushing. “Not that you need it. You’ll knock ‘em dead!” She rambled, laughing awkwardly before running off stage to pull the curtain up.

You turned to the crowd as the curtain raised, and the music you chose turned on. Heart beating fast, face heated from the kiss, your mind was empty of the negativity that had been so constant the past few years.

Opening your mouth to sing, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Oh, this is it… you had forgotten how good it felt to indulge in something you loved.

You spotted Marcy at the edge of the crowd, standing next to Anne, both of them cheering along with the excitable frogs.

As you sang through each verse and chorus, you felt your smile grow wider, watching everyone in the crowd dance and cheer.

All too soon, it was over, and Anne and Marcy were making their way up to the stage for their song.

You only had a moment with Marcy before she had to sit down at her drum set, but it was enough.

“You were spectacular! Just like I knew you would be,” she nearly jumped into your arms.

You laughed shakily, feeling jittery from leftover nervous energy. “Thanks,”

As you snuck into the crowd to watch Marcy and Anne’s performance, you felt happier than you had in a long time.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed <3 sorry it took so long! I’ve been on vacation

[howlingday]

How about some Jaune Strife and Yang fluff (I need the positivity at the moment)

Jaune panted as he sat up in his bed. His safe, warm, comfortable bed. He felt around his legs and sighed in relief. No accidents tonight. He looked to the time and saw it was still early.

It was Saturday, which means no classes. He climbed out of bed, accepting that he wasn't going back to sleep any time soon. He shut his eyes and he could still see the fire.

After rushing through his morning routine, he crept out of the dorm. He looked back to his team sleeping soundly. Pyrrha cuddled her pillow, probably dreaming about a crush. Ren slept under undisturbed sheets, envious of how peaceful his sleep was. Nora snored partially into her drool-soaked pillow, her butt pointed high in the air. With a smile, he left without anyone noticing.

"Wassup, Lady Killer?" Jaune flinched and whirled at the voice. Yang smiled in the dimly lit halls at Jaune, giving a small wave to him. "You're up early."

"Y-Yeah." He sighed. "I couldn't sleep." Yang quirked a brow. "I mean, I could- or, well, I did, but..."

"Easy, Vomit Boy." Yang held up a hand. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Thanks." He took a deep breath. "What are you doing up?"

"I promised your mom I would drop by this morning for some early morning practice." Jaune then noticed the duffel bag. "You wanna join me?"

"Sure." They began walking down the hall. "I kinda need to ask Mom something anyway."

"Like what?" Yang asked, holding back her teasing to avoid him telling Tifa and getting a twenty-minute speed round on the bag.

"I, uh, had a bad dream." Oh, he was making this so hard for her.

"Uh, what, uh-" Yang exhaled to avoid being caught smiling. "What was your dream about?"

"My parents being murdered."

"Oh." That was a hell of a way to shift a mood. Yang was no stranger to nightmares, especially ones involving the death of a parent. The weeks after Summer died were the worst of her young life. She wouldn't call herself an expert on the subject, but she could help with an open ear. She just needed one thing from him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Jaune was quiet for a long while. He didn't say anything until they were already on the ground floor from the elevator. But the second the doors opened, so did he.

"Yeah, I think it'll help." He swallowed and Yang stayed close the entire walk. "Everything started out dark, but then everything was on fire. I heard a scream, and Mom was on the floor. Then I saw Dad fighting some guy against the flames. He even pulled out his super-move, but then..."

"Jaune?" Yang tapped his balled up hand, and he exhaled. "You good?"

"Yeah." He huffed. "After Dad, then guy came for me. I wanted to run away, but," Jaune shook his head, "I couldn't even move."

"It might have been the sheets."

"Huh?"

"Your bed sheets." Yang explained. "Sometimes when I can't run in my sleep, it's because my legs are wrapped up in my sheets."

"Uh, y-yeah, I guess."

"Sorry, I thought explaining it would help you deal- er, cope with it."

Jaune chuckled as they approached the bullhead station. "You're a terrible therapist."

"At least I'm trying!" Yang pouted, sitting down with a huff.

"I know." He sat next to her. "And I'm glad you're here with me."

The way he smiled at her, and the way he said that, it all made her heart beat faster. Choosing to ignore this feeling, Yang coughed into her fist and looked away.

"Keep going. I'll, uh, look out for a bullhead."

"Well, after that, I just woke up. I don't remember much else."

"What about what he looked like?"

"Well, it was dark-"

"But there was a fire, and your dad fought him using his sword, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Did the other guy catch it with his hand or something?"

"No, he had a sword, too." The memory became clearer to him. "A really long one. Kind of like a katana."

The bullhead docked, and they boarded. Yang rubbed Jaune's back as they departed. He sat next to garbage can furthest from the pilot, as he was scolded to do so many times before. As Yang rubbed, she noticed how broad his back was, and how thick the mucles in her grasp were. Blushing again, she looked away. Jaune didn't throw up this time, which he was proud of.

"Anything else about him?" Yang asked as they left the station. "Was it a him?"

"I think so, yeah." Jaune nodded. "He mumbled something but I can't remember what. His voice was kind of gravelly."

"Anything else?" Yang asked.

"Yeah, but I don't know if you'd believe it if I told you." He shook his head. "I can't even believe it."

"Hit me." Yang said.

"He had a wing."

"Like a Faunus wing?"

"No, his was," Jaune scrunched his brow, "bigger, and not part of his arm. And he only had one."

"Hm..." Yang rounded the corner, now a block away from their destination. "Sounds like a wuss to me."

"Huh?"

"This guy in your dream. He sounds really pathetic, when you think about it. I mean, he has a really long katana, a deep, gravelly voice, and only one wing. It sounds like a guy who's always losing."

"But my dad-"

"Was probably caught off guard. It was dark, right? He probably snuck up on him in the shadows instead of fighting like a real man." She punched his shoulder. "Heck, you could probably beat him, so there's nothing to worry about!"

"Thanks, Yang." They stopped in front of the bar/training gym. Jaune hugged her, giving a good squeeze with it. "For everything."

"N-No problem." Yang felt light-headed, but in a good way. The warm hug reminded her a lot of the ones back home. The ones she got from her dad... and her mom. She returned the hug with hum.

"Ahem!" The two separated as Tifa glared at the two of them, but mostly at Yang. ESPECIALLY Yang. "Jaune, I'm glad you came to visit. Yang, you're late."

"Oh, really, I, uh-"

"It's my bad, Mom." Jaune spoke up. "Yang was helping me with something, so we kind of got distracted."

"Mm, alright." Tifa turned away. "Your father is still asleep, so we'll try to keep it down."

After she walked inside, Yang let out a sigh. "Thanks for the save."

"No problem." Jaune smiled. "You'd save me if I needed it, right?"

"Yeah." Yang smiled back. "Yeah, I would."

[okwonyo]

HIIHII JI!! i woke up super early today because of a bad dream… but!! i did my makeup to go to school and looking really good >< how are you today?

question 4 today!!: your fave barbie character?

- kisses from kimi!! ♡

HI KI ! oh no :( you can tell me what your dream is about in dms if you want and if it helps you, of course ! n i bet you always look good～ keke >< i’m good ! my sides are still sore from the intense pilates i did yesterday .. but i did some flexibility stretches today — it hurt a lot but i want my flexibility back !! just finished studying huhu ^^ my favorite barbie character .. mmmh .. what if i say .. barbie ! what about you ? :-0

[pbandjesse]

I felt kind of down today. It wasn't a bad day! It was full of beautiful moments. But I felt down inside. I tried very hard to fight against it but it was tough. I'm just a little to hot and a little to tired. But I enjoyed being with my James. And it was a beautiful day, even if it was just a little but to warm.

I had some pretty serious and intense dreams. I woke up and had to wake James up to make sure they were okay. They seemed really concerned about how upset I was. But I was able to go back to sleep and have more intense dreams. So it wasn't the most restful sleep.

When I woke up for real I was so hot. We will have to figure out an ac unit soon for our bedroom. But it's not a huge deal. I will survive, even if I'm just a little uncomfy.

James would come up and see what I wanted to have for breakfast. I decided on a grilled peanut butter and jelly. And got dressed and loved how my hair dried. I washed it last night and let it air dry and while I have heard recently it can be bad to do that I actually think I'm going to go back to it because I was just so please today. I felt really pretty.

We would hang out in the living room. James made an appointment for our polio vaccines and said we could walk to the CVS at 1030. So that is just what we did. I struggled with shoe choices. I have raw spots from my docs so I thought I would wear my tevas but they also hit my sore spots so I tried socks and wanted to die from being to warm so I switched to some old flip flops and I would end up hating them by the time we got to the cvs. It isn't like I need new shoes but I do need to finally replace my flip flops from highschool that finally fell apart last year. I'll have to figure that out soon. Maybe tomorrow after work I'll go search.

We got over to the CVS. James was being really cute. And was really excited about the weather and how beautiful it was. I was a little to hot and was realizing how I should have worn sun screen. But I was having a nice time with James.

We got to the CVS and they were like. You don't have an appointment? Because it turns out we were at the wrong CVS. Oops. So we had to quickly walk home and drive to harbor east. Which would make us a few minutes late. I was pretty stressed. James would stay behind to pay for parking so I could go over the next block to get there. But then I didn't know where to go. It wasn't the pharmacy even though the sign said that was where vaccines were. It was actually the minute clinic. And then I didn't know what my confirmation number was and was a little frazzled.

James would come and we sorted it out. And the woman who worked there, who I Believe is a nurse?, was just so lovely. She told me I was totally fine and to not worry about being late. Which did make me feel better. But I was also a little stressed about the whole thing.

She wasn't sure if insurance was going to cover this but it actually did so that was good. And she was very good and it didn't hurt much. It hurts a little now but only like a small bruise. I asked if me and James would get medicine from the same vial and she said yes and I was like. Oh that's very romantic. And she thought it was very funny that me and James go to so many appointments together. She said her and her husband have never done that in 10 years together. Which I thought was pretty interesting. But maybe when you work in the medical field it's a different feeling.

James's appointment wasn't for an hour but she let James come early so we didn't have to wait. James got a COVID vaccine too but I had one recently so I didn't need it. James was very brave and got one in each arm.

While James was waiting their 15 minutes after their shots I went to get the dish soap we needed. It was locked up so I had to call for staff and the girl that came to do it was super complimentary about my tattoos and kept saying how cool I was. Which made me feel very cool.

We paid and left and James took me home to change my shoes. We got a water bottle and we headed to the park to enjoy the day. I was a little miserable. I changed into better shoes but I was still not feeling the best. And being to hot didn't help but it was beautiful out.

We walked around. We were going to go find the swings but they had that area all roped off for construction. Ah well. We sat on a bench and enjoyed watching people with their babies. And watching the inch worm try to climb on James's arm hair. It was very silly.

I decided I would like falafel for lunch. James found a Yemeni place! I didn't know that they would have falafel but it was good! I liked the size of it. I would have preferred it with a dipping sauce but I really enjoyed the half I had. We saved the other half for lunch tomorrow. The best part of the experience was that they brought us a sauce and a salad and a soup we didn't even order and it was good! I was having a great time.

We walked to the thrift store next. And I was so excited to find this little house. I swear I had a mini version of this same house that I used to play with so much that it fell apart. I was trying very hard to find the joyful moments today, so this find was really good. And if was only $5.

We would go get ice cream next. And that was fun. We decided to cool off in their AC and I am glad we did. James got red velvet and I got the dirty grasshopper again and I tried the cannoli flavor. It was fun and I was feeling a little more positive. Even if I was tired still.

We tried to walk in the shade on the way home as much as possible. We talked and laughed and it was just really nice being together. Even if I was still just a little sad.

When we got home I would hang out on the couch for a bit. James put the screen door in and that was nice. But I was pretty sun tired. So I would go lay down upstairs. I felt bad because we were going to work on wall paper today but I just really didn't have it in me.

James would set up a fan for me and I got changed and I fell asleep pretty quickly. I woke up very hot but I was able to keep sleeping.

I woke up at 630. And I was not having a great time. James brought me water and I laid and sipped. My stomach hurts but I was alright.

James would go record their podcast and I hung out on the couch. And eventually James was done podcast and they came and made us a late dinner.

I decided I wanted spaghetti but I wanted the pasta to be dry, no pasta water left. And James thought that was weird but it was exactly what I wanted. They even baked some mozzarella for the top. I was so happy.

And now we are just hanging out. I am so tired. But it is almost bed time.

Tomorrow I think I have two different field trips at camp. But that's alright. It should be a very good day. Not as hot, but still beautiful. And lots of shade.

I hope you all have a good night tonight. And take care of yourself tomorrow. I love you all. Goodnight!!