#i hate mornings

[tgirl-tamag0tchi]

Please. Universe.

When I have a big girl full time job next year…. Please for the love of all that is gay…. Make it not start before 9am.

8am classes are hell.

[se-sissy-lina04]

Sissy’s Masterlist

CT-Cassa: Zee’s First Morning Run with Wolffe

A cautionary tale in suffering, betrayal, and sore thighs.

Wolffe: “Meet me outside at 0500. Wear shoes.”

You thought he was joking.

You hoped he was joking.

You wished he was joking.

He was not.

🕔 04:57 – The Darkest Hour

You are half-asleep, bundled in a hoodie three sizes too big (don’t judge. It’s comfy.), clutching a caff thermos like it’s a life support device. Your leggings are inside out. Mephisto glares at you from the window with the air of a cat betrayed. Everyone got the picture that you are not a morning person nor a runner.

Wolffe is already there. Stretching. In shorts. Looking like a military-grade punishment with legs.

You, blinking: “Is this hell?”

Wolffe: “Hell’s warmer. Start jogging.”

🕕 05:15 – Betrayal

Your lungs have filed for emancipation. Your legs? Numb. Your soul? Missing.

Wolffe’s running like a tank on autopilot while chatting. CHAT-TING.

“Breathing’s off. You’re heel-striking. Fix your gait.”

You, gasping like a wounded bantha: “I… don’t know what those words mean…”

Behind them, a small squad of 104th clones trails quietly, also running. One offers you a thumbs up. Another mutters, “She’s doing better than Fives did.”

You wheeze, “How is this better?!”

Wolffe: “He puked on my boots.”

🕠 05:30 – The Existential Crisis

You are convinced you died. The light is fading. Or maybe that’s just the streetlamps. Your caff is long gone. Your bun is falling out. Your body is 70% regret, 30% resentment.

Wolffe, entirely unbothered: “This is the halfway point.”

You: “Half? You mean we’re not done? What war crime did I commit to deserve this??”

Wolffe, dryly: “You moved into our building.”

🕕 06:00 – Aftermath

They finish. Somehow. You collapse on a bench. Wolffe hands you a protein bar and water. He nods once in approval, the highest honor you‘ll ever receive from him.

You are too tired to speak.

He offers: “Same time tomorrow.”

You: “Not unless you literally drag my corpse here.”

Wolffe: “…Noted.”

(He will.)

💬 The Building Reacts

• Rex: “Wolffe took her out running? Brave man.”

• Cody: “She lived?”

• Fives: “She looked like she saw Kamino again.”

• Tup: Gives her a pastry and says, “I’m proud of you.”

• Wolffe: “Good cadence. Might keep her.”

You now pretend to sleep in until noon the day before every scheduled run. Just in case it makes you immune.

Spoiler: It does not.

 

[znachorczka]

[nycisthedream]

Just woke up and feel like literal garbage omg. I’ll be fine in 5 minutes once I actually leave my bed tho 😝💋💕

[ghvst-ing]

not proofread

It’s the blinding, morning sun that pours past the curtains, and into the bedroom that wakes him from his slumber.

The duvet was thrown off to the side during the night when it got too warm, a gentle pressure on his chest as it rose and fell with every intake of breath he took through his nose.

It was peaceful, quiet; no unpleasant thoughts swarming his brain. No sound of distant gunfire, or shouting he could make out within the comfort of his apartment, the four walls he called home.

His gaze soon shifted to you, and blinked the tiredness from his eyes, tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his dry lips, idly tracing over them whilst he admired the image before him.

You were tucked to his side, the side of your face resting against his bare chest with your hair splayed out messily, tickling his skin. It was a sight he wouldn’t change for the world, one he loved waking up to each day, knowing he wasn’t alone in this life, even if he didn’t deserve it.

Ever so slowly, he lifted himself up slightly using his arms, careful to not disturb you too much as he did so. Simon tilted his head before pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to the top of your head, the smallest of smiles forcing its way onto his lips.

He lowered himself when he felt your stir, a soft groan escaping you as your eyes squeezed shut. He chuckled, and his hand moved to the back of your neck, rough fingertips lightly massaging the area.

“Mornin’, love.”

His voice was deep, gravelly, yet it held a tinge of softness; an adoration that already shone in the look he reserved for only you.

Your eyes languidly fluttered open, cringing at the brightness you were met with. “What time is it..?” You muttered, lids falling back closed.

“Past six,” He replied after throwing a short glance at the clock settled on the bedside table.

At his words, your brows pinched, and your lips pulled into a frown at the early hour. It was a normal time for him to awake, a routine he grew used to after years of service. However, on days like these, where you weren’t forced to go into work, you liked to sleep in.

You rolled over, your back facing him as your head hit the pillow. “Wake me up at nine,” You grumbled, and he rolled his eyes in response.

“Oh, come on,” Simon huffed, shifting closer to you once you moved. His hands landed on both sides of your torso, tickling your sides, effectively making you squirm.

A small giggle was forced from your lips, legs threatening to kick out if it weren’t for the weight of one of his own on top of yours.

“Si-Simon..!” You struggled, hands pushing at his in a futile attempt to stop his attack, eyes squeezing shut as you writhed. “Stop that!”

“Only if you promise to get up.” He said. You felt his warm breath next to your ear, and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

You nodded hastily, breathless. “Fine, fine!”

It was only then that he relented, giving the shell of your ear a playful nip.

Finally, you could only think as you sighed in relief, panting as you regained the ability to properly inhale and exhale air from your lungs.

Once you begrudgingly sat up on the mattress, Simon followed as you threw your legs over the side. Your feet touched the cold floorboards, and you shivered, tossing your boyfriend a pouty glare.

“Asshole..” You swatted his shoulder, the sound reverberating, yet the bastard only chuckled heartedly at your pitiful attempt to be mean.

“Love you, too.”

[midnight-blues09]

Ouch my neck

[rottenkewpie]

So fucking hungry but if I put food in me I’ll probably just reject it 😔😔💔

[dazaitvgirl]

Years of sleep deprivation. No intention of fixing it. Might turn schizophrenic atp.