#some1 kill me pls/j

[sams-selfship-madness]

The OG request was given to @cypheroo by their star anon; I’m just stealing the prompt and mixing it with the prompt I got from @. musezip

The fic is under the cut.

The sun is blinding. My eyes, if they could, would be writhing to escape my skull; but all the muscles behind them are holding them firmly in place as I hear the jarring beep of Laurance’s alarm. How he sleeps through it, I will never know. I slowly sit up, even as my body complains silently. Today is the day, it’s just a few hours then I can go. I just need to make it through an afternoon with those who are family, if only by blood. Just a few hours then I can return to-

“Hun? Where are you going? It’s only… seven. Why are you up..? Did my alarm wake you?” Blue eyes met mine as he gently held me in place by my forearm. I sigh, falling back onto the bed, causing both of us to smile softly “today is that.. gathering.. remember?” I said, feint annoyance seeping through my tone as he groans into his pillow. “You don’t need to-“ he began as I shot him a glare “yes, I do, Laurance. Even if it is to avoid a struggle later.” He sighs as he sits up “if you say so..” he mutters, as I sit up as well; before planting a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Do you want to shower first or do you want me to, so the sleeping beauty can get extra sleep” I tease, laughing softly as he rolls his eyes. “You go first, I’ll start breakfast.” He says as he stands, stretching until his back pops; I nod, collecting my change of clothes from the shared dresser before going to do my morning ritual: shower, brush teeth, brush hair, get dressed, eat breakfast. Once the dishwasher was loaded with our dishes from the small fruity meal and any spare dishes scattered about; we were in the car, on our way to my ‘family’s gathering.

I never thought I would be standing outside these glass doors, the black paint chipping from decades of coming and going. “Are you sure you want to be here dove? It isn’t too late to go home” Laurance asked, interrupting my thoughts. All I could do was nod, before knocking on the door and watching the ghost of my father rushing to the door, before the door swung open and I was collected into a bone crushing hug; it no longer offering the same safety nor warmth it did when I was little. “Ah! [name]! We didn’t think you would make it!” My father’s voice boomed as my aunt and uncle peered our way, faces morphing into something that resembled smiles of greeting. “Oh, my little pumpkin finally found someone to put up with their.. eccentricities!” My father said, smiling at Laurance as if he just said the funniest thing in the world. “Oh! Where are my manners, please come in!” My father said, letting Laurance in then myself. We kicked our shoes off just inside the door and went to greet the rest of my relatives. “Oh! [name]! You finally got here, thank god. I was thinking you wouldn’t show.” My mother said, perched on the light blue loveseat in the living room, only showing the most basic of courtesies before continuing her chat with my [sibling]. Laurance gently gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as we moved to sit at the dining room table, even if it made us seem as if we were only here for the mediocre food. A few dirty looks being shot at us but nothing too out of the ordinary. Laurance kept shooting me worried glances as each time I tried to strike up a conversation, it would only last a few words before everyone else got bored, but heaven forbid Laurance closes his mouth for more then a minute. My father clears his throat, calling everyone’s attention to him so he could inform everyone that lunch was ready and for people to go wash their hands. As people trickled out of the room to the singular washroom, I tried to follow, only to find Laurance’s hand in mine. “My love, are you sure you’re okay being here? You showed up, we can go now if you need” he suggested, his eyes holding blue pools of pity and worry I could easily drown in if I was not careful. So all I did was nod, “yeah, let’s just see it ou-“

“[NAME]. HANDS.” my mother bellows as I flinch from the sound, having forgotten what it was like to be yelled at like I was a misbehaving dog. I nod, leaving Laurance to wash my hands, him following close behind. As I approached the table, I noticed there was only one seat left. “Oh, uhm Laurance you can take it, it’s o-“ I’m cut off by my father. “Oh, so you only show up for the food and hide away when we want to talk to you?! God you never change.” My shoulders drop as I struggle against tears; Laurance puts his hand down a tad harder then he meant to onto the counter, resulting in a bang. “Not once, have any of you actually tried to talk to her, you excluded her from the seating orientation for fucks sake and now YOU are mad she has nowhere to sit, and lets the ‘guest’ sit with the people of this house?! Your joking. Right?” Laurance snaps, before he quickly composes himself with a glare to them before turning to me and saying, just above a whisper “come on hun, let’s go home”.

My first ever fic is done! I’m not the most proud of it but, it’s something and I made it, so I’m proud lol