#tek writes

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Jimmy swears he was only gone a few minutes. Just long enough to call Kirsty before she went to sleep, but by the time he gets back, his seat next to Grian has been taken. He's not even slightly surprised to see Gem next to him, her legs over his lap. Grian shoots him a small smile and he just shakes his head. He can't blame them for wanting to be close while they have the chance. Not when he wants to do the exact same thing.

Read them here:

Chapter 39: https://www.wattpad.com/1533045146-dark-stones-1-the-rising-darkness-chapter-39-the

Chapter 40: https://www.wattpad.com/1535150839-dark-stones-1-the-rising-darkness-chapter-40-in

have some of the jimoli brat fic :3c

Tagged by @grianhole to post the last line I wrote. I had to dig a little because my two biggest wips have been posted about recently lol

The second Jimmy walks through the door he can feel dozens of eyes on him. He expected as much when he agreed to wear the costume Kirsty suggested.

That ask about Jimmy in a cheerleader costume has been living rent-free in my brain, so here we go. The start of that fic :3

As others are doing, I will add to this when I have time! :D (I'm at work rn lmao)

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You're used to waking up early. It's almost impossible to sleep in with cats around, after all. Norman and Flick were usually good boys. Most of the time, anyway. But as with most cats, they would meow and scratch at the door if both you and Jimmy tried to sleep in too late.

Most times, before you can even open your eyes, Jimmy is climbing out of bed to head downstairs to feed them. You can hear him cooing at them as he leaves the bedroom, reminding them to be quiet so they don't wake you. You're sure he knows you're awake, but the sentiment is adorable either way.

You only stay in bed a few more minutes. Despite being comfortable, you miss his warmth. You can hear the kettle whistling as you get up and pull on a sweater. Even before you'd officially moved in, he always made sure to have the kettle ready for you when you woke up.

When you step into the kitchen, Jimmy's holding a mug in his hands, looking like he'd rather still be in bed. There's another mug on the counter next to him and you smile, walking over.

"Morning, love," you say, touching his arm gently before picking up the mug on the counter. You take a sip and hum happily. He's made it exactly how you like it.

"Good morning, my love," Jimmy mumbles. He places his mug on the counter and wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on the top of your head. You shift slightly in his arms, placing your own mug down before wrapping your arms around him. He's always extra clingy when he's sleepy, and especially in the mornings. You're sure if he could, he'd keep you in bed with him all day.

After a moment, you pull back and slip from his arms to begin making breakfast. He whines quietly and you can't help the laugh that slips out. When you look at him, he's pouting.

"What?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

"You left me." Jimmy sounds so sad that you're almost convinced you did something terrible.

Rolling your eyes, you move further away to drop some bread into the toaster. "I think you'll live."

"I don't think so, actually. I might just perish right here."

"Don't make a mess if you do."

Jimmy huffs and walks the few steps across the kitchen. He wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your head.

"Must you?" you ask, tone fond.

"Yes," he says, leaving no room for argument.

Sighing, you move around the kitchen as well as your able with a 6 foot man hanging off you. He makes it a little easier, moving with you whenever you start to slip from his grasp.

I am slowly making progress on the post football game ranchers fic <3