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wasted-my-time · 1 year

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Snow Leppards.

Inspired by an amazing artwork by @amiscreations.

Sorry this took a very long time, I procrastinated a lot wanted to wait until the first snowfall before posting it.

Warning: Drunkenness, swearing.

January 1986, Loosdrecht, Holland.

"Hell, how can he aim while he's that drunk?" Steve thought after he got Phil's snowball right behind the head.

-Philip, come back here, you bastard! He shouted and turned around, but all he got for an answer were drunken laughters and the sound of clumsy footsteps in the snow.

In a split second, war was declared and all of a sudden, all friendships where shattered.

Joe tackled Sav face first in the snow, which was followed by a surprisingly calm reaction.

-Oh, come on, just let me up. He asked to the man who was keeping him pressed to the ground with a roll of his eyes.

-Get up by yourself!

-As you wish...

He then picked a handful of snow and rubbed it in Joe's face.

-Aaah, alright you win! He abdictated and stood up.

Rick had uselessly tried to gather some snow and join whatever was going on, but all he managed to do was to stumble to the ground with laughter. Little did he know that a second was more than enough for Joe and Sav to team up, because nothing is better for forgiving than to revenge on someone else. That's how he ended with his body covered with snow.

-C'mon Rick, get up or you're gonna' freeze to death under there. Joe

-No, it's kinda warm, I'm insulated, you guys are going to be the one to turn into ice statues, you guys don't even wear hats. He retorted in a motherly tone.

-Well I don't need one, look at my hair. Grumbled Sav.

-You would be a horrible dad, Rick, two of your kids ran away, one of them heavily underdressed for the season and you didn't even notice. Joe criticised with a sarcastic chuckle.

-Yeah, Steve didn't bother to put anything else but his leather jacket. Sav added. The one he had when we were inside.

-No, he's got a scarf. Rick contradicted him.

-Huge fucking difference, like he didn't have it all the time. Joe huffed.

-But where is he? Sav finally asked the real question.

Yes, where was Steve gone? Well, besides from his coat and scarf, he had an offense to avenge, and believe me, Phil wasn't ready for it.

He was already on the frozen lake, heading back to the hotel, which was easier said than done, given how sluggish his legs were due to the several drinks he had during the evening. Everything was calm and...

-Bonsai!!! Someone shouted behind him.

It was either an avalanche or one hell of a sudden snowstorm, but in a second he was on the ground, his head covered with snow.

-Steve, it's banzai! He chuckled when he saw his twin's face above him.

-Maybe, but I got you. He replied before laying down on the ice so that their heads would be side to side.

-What did you throw at me?

-I followed your footsteps and rolled this massive snow ball all the way along. Now we're even.

-Yeah, I guess. He agreed. But, hell, it burns! He then exclaimed and wiped the snow off his face.

-The stars are beautiful tonight. Steve commented after a moment of silence.

The only clouds to be seen were the vapor formed by their breathes, leaving the way for their eyes to observe.

-We could spend the night here. Phil offered jokingly.

-Na, too cold.

-When the others arrive we could do like penguins, you know when they gather to keep warm.

-No, I have my lady penguin waiting for me on the other side. Steve said and pointed towards their hotel.

-I guess we don't stand the comparison... He grumbled.

-But wasn't there a bird you liked at the club with some guys we know, why didn't you approach her?

-Yeah Katherine, I did.

-And?

-She almost doesn't speak English. Jan, one of the guys with her, had to translate most of what we were saying.

-Ooh, that's sad.

-At least, she seemed to be interested.

-If the friend wasn't bulshitting you. You should really learn Dutch.

-On the to-do list, right under finishing the album.

-How interested did she look?

Before the sentimally disapoited guitarist could say a word, they heard Joe's voice calling for him:

-Hey Phil, there's a nice girl looking for you!

They both sat up and exchanged an eye contact full of hope.

-Tell her to come this way! He shouted back.

-Well, I'm gonna leave you alone then. Sounds like you have a Dutch lesson coming soon. Steve greeted him before taking balance on his shoulder in order to stand up.

-Wait, give me a hand, please. He asked reaching out for Steve to help him.

Short after his friend left, he saw four silhouettes walking towards him, one preceding the others by several yards.

-Phil? She called as she came closer, the small amount of light coming from the town making it hard for her to see properly.

Altough he expected to hear the sound of her voice, his heart couldn't help but jump in his chest as she said his name.

-Me. He waved at Katherine, only hoping what he said would sound approximately right in her language.

As he was about to clear the step that was still separating them, but she raised her hand in a stopping gesture, which he obeyed without hesitation. She fumbled in her pocket and got a napkin out, holding it for him to take. Then got her lighter in order to create some luminosity.

Within the small halo of light, he started to distinguish a neat handwriting on the napkin.

Here's the thing: She didn't stop whining about not following you since you left the bar, so basically I wrote this so she didn't have to try to explain it to you: She wants to be with you (please get the hint).

A word that you would maybe find useful:

To kiss= Kussen. Jan.

Phil folded the paper in his own pocket and decided to put theory into practice:

-Kussen?

After all when you don't know much more than five words in a language, "subject, verb, object" tends to get kicked out of your sentences.

Apparently Katherine wasn't fond of grammar either because within a second, they were entangled in a tight embrace. As they kissed, he ran his finger through her curls of brown hair and her cold hands made him shiver as she kept them on his neck's warm skin.

-I didn't know it was snow leopards' mating season! Joe's sharp sense of humor interrupted them.

-Well go ask Steve about the penguins' one! The guitarist retorted with a middle finger after pulling away from Katherine.

-Penguins? Sav huffed in incomprehension.

#def leppard fan fiction #phil collen #joe elliott #steve clark #rick allen #rick savage #Def Leppard

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sagittittyrius · 2 years

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Insomnia and Realizing How Complicated Adderall Is

I tend to suffer from bouts of insomnia whenever I have plans to hang out with my sister the next day. I love spending time with her, don't get me wrong, but something just always keeps me up the whole night before. It's not like my usual revenge bedtime procrastination that I also experience, but a genuine inability to sleep. Usually, I'm just anxious that I won't get enough rest for whatever we have planned and that I'll be a major drag because of how tired I am. Tonight, that definitely kept nudging me, but it wasn't the cause of my insomnia. It was Adderall.

Adderall is one hell of a drug, it is. I never took all that stuff people said about it that seriously, usually because I can hardly ever tell a difference when I take it. That being said, I have severe ADHD that hasn't even been treated for more than a year at this point. Still, I never noticed any effects from it, much less the hyperfocus and motivation everyone claimed it gave them. I still felt as tired and unmotivated as ever. That was until my dosage went up much much higher than it should've.

When I actually began to experience the kind of effects Adderall can have, I was taking one 30mg XR tablet a day. XR stands for extended release for those who aren't familiar with pharmaceutical lingo, which means that whatever effect the medication will have on you will be lasting even longer than average. And although I have ADHD, I never guessed how strong this medicine could be. And Holy shit, it was bad!

When I say I couldn't eat, I mean I could NOT eat. I'm already a picky eater, and adderall not only made me unable to feel anything close to hunger, but it made me repulsed by every food out there. Nothing was appetizing to me. Nothing tasted that good anymore. Everything was just mush in my mouth I could barely chew and hardly swallow. Food was nothing more than another burden in my already exhausting life. I was faint, and quite honestly, I was starving. But I couldn't do anything about it.

I would spend hours nonstop hyper focusing on the most odd things. Whether this was influenced by other factors I can only reasonably speculate, but I don't think it's normal to spend hours scrolling on your phone searching for the perfect outfit for your daydream scenario. Whatever tf that means. Because even I barely have a clue. AND I LIVED IT! FOr countless hours. It consumed me!

I couldn't get much sleep, but I didn't mind that so much compared to my other symptoms (which I still haven't named anywhere near close to all). I think

#blog #tw: drugs #insomnia #addiction #tw: adderall #writing #old #unfinished

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rhysismydaddy · 3 years

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An Artful Revenge pt. 3 (Feysand)

Part of the Damnation Series.

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2

~Feyre~

I spend three days figuring out what to do with the phone number.

On Day 1, I decided I’d text, not call. It was the cowardly thing to do, but the thought of him answering the phone and putting me on the spot made me want to run and hide.

Day 2 had been plain ole procrastination. I’d gone to the museum on the hope he’d be there, but like he’d said, that really was a horrible way of communicating.

Day 3, I decided, was the day of reckoning. I’d text him today.

Shit, did billionaires even text?

Maybe I should send a properly-formatted memo instead.

And what should I even write? Hey seemed too casual. Hi, maybe? How’s your day going? Wanna make out?

Gods, I’m bad at this.

After another two hours of staring at a blank screen, I send: Dinner tonight?

Then, because I realize I’m a fucking idiot: It’s Feyre, btw.

I throw my phone across the room in embarrassment, and put my head in my hands like that’ll unsend the message, then jump the couch like a hurdle when I hear a ding.

And promptly frown when I read: If you’re going to ask me out, you have to call me like an adult.

I can practically hear his the smile in his voice, and I grit my teeth in annoyance.

But I call him anyway.

“Look who grew up,” he says in lieu of hello, voice gravelly and amused.

“Oh, shut up. Do you want to buy me dinner or not?”

He laughs at that, the sound making my lips twitch. “I would love to buy you dinner. But only because I can’t bear the thought of you eating Ramen for the third time this week.”

Narrowing my eyes and glancing around like a fugitive, I try to figure out how the hell he knows I’ve been surviving on reheated, soggy noodles for the past week.

I don’t have the chance to ask before he declares, “I’ll pick you up at six. Oh, and check your doorstep.”

The line clicks dead ominously, and I glance suspiciously at my front door.

Tiptoeing over, I peek outside, eyes going wide when I see a package leaning against the brick side of the building.

How long has that been here? I got the mail yesterday, so it had to come today, but... how did he know I’d call today? Is he Batman or something?

I grab the package, roll my eyes at the big red bow on top, and put it on the counter. Then I pick it back up and shake it like that’ll tell me what he’s up to.

But the curiosity starts to kill me, and I rip into the pretty packaging like a feral animal, unable to wait another second. A shiny black box is inside, and I flip the top open, eyebrows flying up when I look inside.

The dress is blood red and looks fitted and beautiful. But that isn’t what surprises me. It the thin, lacy underwear with a note attached. A note that reads, in Rhysand’s slashy, distinct handwriting, These are optional.

The feminist in me flares, and I decide right then and there to make him eat those words.

When six o’clock comes around, I’m prepped and ready for battle.

My hair is done, my makeup pristine, and the dress is hugging every curve and propping my boobs up to sit nicely on my chest. I don’t typically give myself compliments, but I look damn good. And more than that, I feel good.

I also don’t typically wear bold makeup, but I’ve thrown that rule out the window.

My lips match the dress, a dark, ruby red that makes my skin look pale in comparison. I’m complete shit at eyeliner, but I put enough mascara on to frame my eyes and make the blue pop against the red of my lips and dress.

I look like a mix between a pinup girl and a vampire, basically.

Knowing how punctual he is, as soon as the clock on my phone reads 7:00, I swing the door open and smile broadly.

Rhysand pauses, fist halfway to where the door was, and uses a long moment to take me in. His eyes linger on my lips, the exposed cleavage, the sweep of my hips. His mouth drops open slightly, but before he can speak, I step out and lock the door behind me.

“The problem with your chauvinistic little plan to tell me what to wear, Rhysand,” I tell him, slipping the lace he’d gifted me into his pants pocket and accidently feeling him up, “Is that now you know I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“It was a flawed plan, I admit.” He swallows, eyes narrowing on my hips like he can sense if I’m telling the truth. “But the important thing is to not stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reasons for existing.”

I roll my eyes. “Quoting Einstein now to make yourself feel smart?”

He smiles at that. “Stop calling me on my shit, Feyre. Let’s go.”

I take his hand, happy with myself for winning this round, and let him pull me down the street. He stops in front of a dark, speedy looking car. “Beefcakes busy tonight?”

He gives me a strange look, then laughs loudly. “His name is Rolando.”

Still chuckling, he opens the door for me before walking around to his side. The car’s low to the ground and dark inside, and it makes a loud, rumbling sound when he turns it on.

He grins, almost like he can’t help it, and I laugh. “Boys and their toys.”

Rhysand pulls out of the spot smoothly, driving slowly because of the traffic. He reaches over and puts a hand on my thigh, just below the hem of the dress.

It’s warm and wonderful and casual enough to not mean anything, but I’ve made it my goal tonight to make him cry like a baby, so I swat it away. “Don’t even start.”

“Start what?”

I look over at him and smile sweetly. “Trying to seduce me.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I link our fingers together and rest them on the center consol. “Where are we going?”

“New York.”

My mouth drops open. “Um, what? That’s like a twelve hour drive.”

“We’re not driving.”

I gesture around us with my free hand. “Yes, we are.”

“You are such a little smartass tonight. We are currently driving, but we aren’t driving to New York. And before you ask, the answer is yes.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “To what question?”

“If it’s my plane.”

I drop his hand and throw both of mine up in frustration. “Okay what gives? Did you stick a chip in my head or something?”

He smiles, pulling onto the interstate smoothly. Even though it’s not as crowded, he still drives slower than I’d expected when I saw the car. “Your face is very easy to read.”

“It is not,” I argue, my face instantly finding insult with that statement.

“Yes, it is. I’ll prove it to you. Tell me two truths and a lie, and I bet I can guess which one is the lie.”

“What’s the bet?”

He takes his eyes off the road to give me a very male look. I narrow my eyes, picking up on the innuendo in his gaze, and he laughs.

“And if I win?” I ask, taking in his profile while he drives and trying not to sigh at how handsome he is. Such a nice jawline.

“I’ll answer three of the questions you’re dying to ask.”

Oh, he knows me too well for this. His smile grows because he knows I’m a fish gladly swallowing the hook, but still asks, “Do we have a deal?”

“Deal.”

I take a few minutes to think of facts about myself.

“I had a pet goat when I was little, my best friend’s a lesbian, and I think Mick Jagger is sexy.”

They’re the three most random things I could think of, things he’d have absolutely no way of knowing.

But the damn bastard still says immediately, “Your best friend isn’t a lesbian.”

My mouth drops open because technically, she’s bi, and I make a strangled sound of disbelief that makes him grin. “I told you. You’re a bad liar. Shame, I could tell you really wanted to ask those questions.”

“I hate you,” I tell him, beyond annoyed myself.

He pulls off the highway and turns, leading us out to a dusky private airfield I--shockingly--never knew was behind the airport. Rhysand slows to a stop and looks over at me, then leans slowly to press his lips to mine.

It’s warm and sweet and soft, but I feel it all the way to my toes.

He ruins the moment by murmuring, “I’ll take my reward later, by the way.”

I shove him over to his side of the car and climb out, then realize I don’t know where to go. We’re surrounded by expensive looking planes, one of which is obviously owned by the billionaire trying to get in my pants, but I don’t know which one.

I glance back over my shoulder at him, and he smirks and points at the one to our right.

“Are you seriously taking me to New York?”

I kind of thought he’d been joking, but he nods. “My favorite restaurant is there.”

“You're ridiculous.”

“More like hungry,” he argues, holding out a hand to gesture up the open steps leading in the plane.

I stay where I am, casting a curious glance up the stairs. It looks nice and shiny in there, but no matter how nice and shiny, it’s basically a steel death trap.

Even though I can feel his eyes on me and desperately want to hide this fact about myself, I can’t step up.

And because he’s an observant little asshole, he notices. “You’re afraid to fly.”

“Um, well, not afraid-”

“You’ve never flown before.”

I nod, blushing from embarrassment. I mean, it’s obvious he flies all the time if he has his own plane, and I’m small town enough to have never even been in one.

“Don’t be embarrassed. My first time flying was three years ago, Feyre.”

My face must look doubtful, because he nods. “I’m serious. I never saw the point until a business rivalry made me feel inadequate. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable. We can go somewhere else.”

He’s sweet to offer, but... I want to go. I’ve never been to New York, and when am I going to get an offer like this again?

“I’m... uh... are you sure about this thing?” I reach out and grab the handle of the stairs, shaking it to see if it’ll fall off or something.

“Yes.”

There’s no argument, no doubt in his voice. And I know it’s irrational, but-

Strong arms wrap around my waist and heft me up, and I yelp as Rhysand flings me over his shoulder and my head comes very close to his ass. “What are you doing?”

“Kidnapping you. You obviously want to go, and I’d hate to miss the reservations.”

“Rhysand, wait, hold on a second.” He ignores me entirely and walks up the stairs and inside the plane, even stopping to shake hands with the pilot. I’m dropped in a plush chair, and before I can object, a seatbelt is around my waist.

“See?” He gestures around. “Like a living room.”

“In the sky!”

He shrugs like that’s an irrelevant detail, looking back over his shoulder and gesturing again to the pilot. I peek around him to see the door seal closed, then the gentle-looking man disappears in the control room.

“He’s the one flying this thing?” I mean, he looked competent enough, but...

I start freaking out.

Rhysand slips his jacket off, throwing it over the back of a seat before sliding into it, gentle grace and luxury lining his every movement. His eyes roam over me slowly, and I can tell he’s about to try and distract me before he even says, “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” I pant back, gripping the arms of the seat with white knuckles.

Plan A having failed, he swiftly moves onto B. “Are you really not wearing underwear?”

B, I have to admit, does a decent job of momentarily distracting me from my inevitable death. “I thought you said I’m easy to read.”

He smirks. “Tell me anyway. I won the bet, remember?”

“I remember you never specified the terms, so-”

I cut myself off as the plane starts rolling, and if I had half a mind to care, I’d worry my painted nails are about to bust through the soft leather of his chair.

I feel like fucking throwing up or stabbing him or running far away or crying.

Rhysand, on the other hand, looks completely relaxed, sprawled casually in the seat across from me.

The plane makes a slow turn, then pauses. Apprehension sweeps over me, and I groan and look at the ceiling.

“Allow me to rectify that horrible mistake. My prize is... a kiss.”

Despite the nausea, I raise a brow and looks at him suspiciously. “You want to kiss me? That’s it?”

“Mmhm. Right now. Close your eyes.”

“But the plane-”

He shrugs and waves a hand. “Just close your eyes, love.”

I shut up and close my eyes, slightly pursing my lips and waiting patiently. I hear a shuffle, feel the warmth of his body come close to mine. My breath draws shallow in anticipation, goosebumps appearing on my arms.

There’s another pause, and I’m about to open my eyes to see where he went, but then the plane attempts to break the sound barrier and takes off, and I’m thrown back against the seat.

At the same time, I feel a kiss on the inside of my knee.

My eyes fly open to find Rhysand kneeling in front of me, hands bracketing my thighs. I open my mouth to say something, but he growls, “Close. Your. Eyes.”

The frank demand in his voice gives me no option, and as soon as I do, he kisses my thigh again in reward.

“Now spread your legs.”

The plane goes faster and faster. “Rhysand...”

He sighs, a long-suffering sound that makes me giggle as I once again do what he wants. I mean, really, why was I even hesitating?

It’s obvious what he’s doing, and even though it’s not safe in the slightest, I’m well on board with the idea.

His hands move to my knees, then glide up, pushing the tight hem of the dress up. He’s pressing open-mouth kisses to my thighs as he goes, and then his hands slide up another inch, and my lack of undergarments are revealed.

“Fuck, Feyre,” he says, like my going commando was my idea, not his.

I’m about to point that out when he leans forward and put his mouth on me. At the same time the plane lifts off the ground.

I’m torn between panic and ecstasy. The combination makes me light headed, and a rush of adrenaline hits my system, making me gasp.

I try to sit up straighter in the seat, but he’s holding my hips in a death grip and pulls them the other way. I slide down, thighs falling further open. He slips his shoulders under them, completely in control of the situation, and all I can do is grip his hair and enjoy the ride.

His mouth is insistent and confident against me and makes me finally stop thinking about dying in a fiery plane crash.

He slides a hand up my thigh, somehow able to hold me still with just one, then presses a finger inside me. I groan and pull on his hair, squirming underneath his grip, but it’s useless.

Rhysand holds tight, his strong hands preventing me from moving, as he devours me completely. I make a helpless sound, but he doesn’t take mercy.

I think, instead of the crash, I’ll die from this instead.

I think I’ll just burn and burn and burn from the fire he’s ignited in my blood.

His name slips past my lips, and he pauses, then becomes even more demanding. I’m being adored, worshipped, eaten like a ice cream sundae.

Another finger slips inside me as his mouth sucks softly, and I come with a cry, practically strangling him with my thighs.

He keeps moving, kissing me softly, until my thighs go limp and I fall back into the seat with a huff.

He leans back on his heels, hands braced on my thighs, and runs his tongue across his lower lip in a way that makes me almost come again. Realization of what he just did courses through me, and I blush, well aware that my lady bits are still on display.

“Flying isn’t so bad after all.”

Rhysand laughs, pressing one last kiss to my knee before gently pulling my dress back into place. Then he sits back in his seat, crosses his legs, and looks me over slowly.

“Well, that was definitely a faulty plan, because now I don’t even want to go to dinner.”

“No?”

“No.”

The heat in his gaze sends a thrill through me, because suddenly, I don’t even care about New York. I want him to land this plane and take me home and give me a repeat of what just happened.

But now it’s abundantly clear that if I went home with him, I wouldn’t walk out with my sanity. So, once again a coward, I deflect. “Well, too bad. I’m hungry.”

He says something I can’t quite hear, the way he looks at me tells me not to ask.

“How long is the flight?”

He checks his watch. “About another half hour.” My mind wanders to very... creative ways we could fill that time, and I blush again. “I’m curious to know what you’re thinking about over there.”

His smile says he knows, so I look him over like he often does me and say softly, “I’m thinking about returning the favor.”

His eyes flare, his mind easily following mine, but he maintains his composure. “A half hour isn’t nearly enough time if we start going down that road.”

It takes me more than a second to figure out how to breathe again. “How much time would we need?”

“Days.”

Oh, holy hell.

I’m about to tell him to keep us in the air that long, but he winks and looks away, then presses a button on a remote I hadn’t noticed he was holding. A classy looking woman in a red skirt and matching blouse comes out of the cockpit, wheeling an ice bucket and holding two glasses.

“Good evening,” she says quietly, looking at me kindly but avoiding eye contact with Rhysand entirely as she pours us both champagne. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

Then she’s gone.

I’m about to sip from my glass, but he reaches out and switches his with mine.

Immediately, I steal my original glass back. “I’m not getting poisoned because you pissed her off.”

“What makes you think I pissed her off?”

“She couldn’t even look at you.”

His lips twitch. “I know you’ll find this strange, but some people find me intimidating.”

I scoff, a very ladylike sound, and take a gulp of the champagne. Noticing he still hasn’t drank any of his, I take his glass and sip from it with a raised brow. “Are you going to let me die alone?”

He rolls his eyes and calls me a smartass but drinks from his glass anyway.

“Why are you always so sure someone’s trying to kill you, anyway?”

There’s a long pause, and he seems to be debating if he’s actually going to tell me before he responds, “I have a lot of enemies, Feyre.”

He sounds so unusually serious, like he’s just told me something important.

“I don’t,” I tell him with a sigh, suddenly irritated with my normal life. “I think I’ve grown a bit boring, actually. No one hates me, and I never even have to worry about being poisoned.”

Rhysand chuckles and gives me a strange look. “You’re not boring. And never worrying about being murdered isn’t a terrible thing.”

“I’m boring. I can’t even lie properly.”

“That,” he laughs, “I can’t argue with.”

“New game: I say something, and you guess if it’s a lie. No betting this time.”

He sighs but nods and gives me a get on with it gesture.

Keeping my face completely neutral and making sure my fingers aren’t twitching or any other obvious give away, I say, “I have two sisters.”

“True.”

I narrow my eyes, but take a deep breath and keep my cool. “I tried to learn Italian last summer.”

“Also true, but I’m willing to bet it went poorly.”

A laugh escapes me at that. “It was horrible. I’m complete shit at the accent.” I try to think of other facts about myself and come up short. Gods, I really am boring, aren’t I?

“I’ve never been in love.”

His eyes scan my face. “That’s a lie.”

“It is,” I confirm, looking at his chin and wondering why I even said that in the first place.

He ducks to catch my gaze. “Your ex?”

We’re getting into dangerous territory--even I know you don’t discuss your ex-boyfriend this early in the game--but he doesn’t seem upset or stressed or jealous. He looks... curious. So I shrug and nod.

“What happened?”

Taking another large gulp of champagne, I say, “He wanted to get married, I didn’t. I loved him, but... he was older and wanted something I just wasn’t ready to give him. And then he moved, and I got over it.”

Rhysand’s silent for a beat, a muscle in his jaw twitching, then nods like he understands. “Older, huh? You have a type.”

I laugh at the thought of the two of them being anything alike. “You couldn’t look more different from my ex. And you refused to actually tell me how old you are. ”

He sighs. “I’m seven years older than you.”

Quick math has never been my strong suit, but I figure it out eventually, my mouth dropping open when I do. “You’re twenty-eight?”

He nods in confirmation, and I proceed to lose my mind.

“Just twenty-eight? As in two eight, twenty-eight?”

Another nod, along with a very strange look.

I realize I’m acting just a little bizarre, so I shake my head to clear it and say, “You’re... very impressive, Rhysand.”

When I’m twenty-eight, I’ll probably be just another starving artist, looking for a museum to hire me as a curator and begging people to buy my paintings. I’ll be broke and will have developed an allergy to Ramen from how much I’ll be eating it.

I definitely won’t be a gazillionaire with a private art collection and enough real estate to own half the city of Chicago.

He shrugs uncomfortably, like my bewilderment isn’t deserved, and I can’t resist the temptation to tease him. “You also suck at taking compliments.”

“Yes,” he admits. “But so do you.”

“What? No, I don’t.”

He smiles and braces his elbows on his knees and immediately proceeds to prove me wrong. “You’re far more impressive than me. You’re gorgeous and talented and have a way of looking at the world that makes me feel like I haven’t lived a day of my life properly.”

I blush furiously and look at the ceiling of our death trap, wildly uncomfortable all of a sudden. “You’ve proved your point.”

Rhysand laughs, then glances at his watch. “We should be on the ground soon.”

Almost like he spoke it into being, the plane dips and a mechanical whirring sound meets my ears. Is that supposed to happen? “Oh, fucking hell, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

“You did try to poison me.”

I give him a nasty look and mutter, “So fucking ridiculous, flying to another city for dinner. Next time, we’re going to Taco Bell.”

He rolls his eyes at my antics, unbuckling and moving to sit next to me. His hand slides into mine, warm and comforting, and I grab onto it like child child running from the boogeyman. His thumb runs over the back of my hand, and I sigh, leaning to put my head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for the dress,” I finally say, remembering my manners.

“It looks good on you. Like I said, I have excellent taste.”

I smile. “I’m waiting on dinner to confirm or deny that.”

Suddenly, there’s a large sound and a bump, then I’m leaning forward as the plane comes screeching to a halt. I press my eyes shut and squeeze the shit out of his hand, but he just keeps running his thumb along my skin, silently comforting me.

The plane comes to an eventual stop, and I peek open my eyes to see him grinning down at me. “Welcome to New York, Feyre darling.”

A week after our soiree to the Big Apple, I decide I have a problem.

I like Rhysand way too much to have only known him three weeks.

He’s all I fucking think about.

Which, I guess, isn’t a problem. Being swept off your feet is every little girl’s dream. But it’s getting harder and harder to resist sleeping with him.

I’ve been wined and dined and given searing kisses that make my toes curl, not to mention the whole incident on the airplane, but we haven’t actually had sex. Honestly, I thought I’d cave on the way back from New York, but I ended up passing out in a food coma before the plane even took off, my head nestled in the happy spot between his shoulder and neck.

I definitely want to sleep with him, so much so it makes my eyes cross just thinking about it, but it just scares me how much I like him.

And I know sleeping with him would just make me like him more.

I need a breather, need to get my distance and keep my head or whatever the saying is. I need to calm the fuck down, basically.

So I, being a mature adult, decide to avoid him.

I make it five days.

Five days of missed calls and intentionally unseen smoke signals.

Then he apparently decides to stoop to my level and figure out how to text, because five days after the most extravagant dinner date of my life, my phone dings.

If you ignore one more of my calls, I’m going to buy Dancers in Blue and light it on fire.

I spend exactly eighty-three seconds debating if he’s serious. I mean... surely not, right? I know he’s richer than sin, but he wouldn’t just burn fifty million dollars.

Right?

Rational thought and self preservation be damned, I pick up the phone when it starts to ring.

“That, Rhysand, was emotional manipulation.”

“Yes, it was.” He’s shameless. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not.” I don’t know why I bother lying, since I’m apparently such shit at it, but I do. “I’ve been busy.”

Yes, very busy with watching nine movies in the past four days.

“With...?”

Inspiration dawns. “My senior project.”

“Oh, really?” A nervous sweat breaks out across my back at the knowing tone of his voice, and I begin to doubt my genius. “What’s the subject?”

“Uh, well-”

“Now that we’ve reestablished you’re a horrible liar, tell me what’s really going on.”

If he were here, I’d strangle him.

Or maybe kiss him.

“I need a few days,” I mutter, upset with myself for being an open book.

“Why?”

His simple question makes me think he doesn’t want space. Is he as into me as I am to him? Is that even possible?

“Because I like you,” I say honestly, having learned my lesson about lying.

Rhysand’s quiet for a long moment, then he chuckles. “I see the issue.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. Answer the door.”

What? “There’s no one at the door.”

At least there shouldn’t be, because I didn’t invite anyone over.

“Incorrect.”

Eyes already narrowed, I stomp over and fling the door open, practically ripping it off its hinges in my frustration. He’s leaning against the brick stoop, looking sexier than socks on a rooster in a midnight blue shirt and black slacks, smiling at me.

“You are not allowed to avoid me just because you like me,” he states, brushing past me without invitation.

“What do you think you’re doing here?”

He kisses my brow. “I like you, too.”

“Okay, but-”

“And I have cake.” He holds up a clear box, allowing me a glimpse of the fluffy chocolate deliciousness inside.

It’s almost annoying how well he knows me, because chocolate cake is my vice.

I try to think of another protest that won’t que him in to why I’m actually scared, but he cuts me off because of course, he already knows. “I won’t touch you, I promise. Even if you ask.”

My lips twitch. “Even if I ask?”

“Even if you beg,” he states with confidence, strolling into the kitchen like he owns the place. He looks around, face not giving a single detail away as he takes in everything.

Thankfully, I’m not a slob, so the place isn’t dirty, but it’s definitely not a penthouse apartment.

It’s a tiny old townhouse, barely big enough to even be called that. The water is lukewarm, never hot, and I had to just take the smoke detector out of the ceiling so it would stop beeping.

It’s part of my scholarship, and compared to where most college students live, it’s a dream, so I don’t complain.

His eyes roam over half-done canvases and art supplies, pictures of my sisters, random shit I don’t have the heart to throw away.

I sigh and bump him aside with a hip so I can grab two forks, then motion for him to follow me. We head into the living room, and I flop onto the couch dramatically, then motion for him to hand me the cake.

Sitting next to me with far more class, he flips open the lid and hands me a fork. “Chocolate mousse.”

“I’m going to be three hundred pounds if you keep feeding me,” I warn as I take a bite, not at all concerned with that possibility.

“I think you’ll be fine.”

I grab the remote and flip through movies, eventually sighing in defeat and putting on Scarface.

“Seriously?” he asks around a mouthful of cake, fighting a smile.

“It’s my favorite movie, and nothing good’s on anyway.”

He looks at me like I’m the most amusing thing he’s ever come across, but settles down and flings an arm around me. Fighting the urge to tell him this breaks his whole ‘no touching’ rule, I snuggle into his side.

Maybe it’s the cake, or the fact that I’m horrible at staying awake through a movie past eight o’clock, but I drift off to sleep, my face pressed into his chest.

~Rhysand~

I finish the movie--fucking Scarface--even though she fell asleep a while ago.

She’s soft and warm against me, body relaxed into mine without an ounce of hesitation.

She tried to hide it, but I know why she didn’t want to see me.

She’s falling for me.

Which, technically, is the plan.

Technically, everything is going great.

Except she’s fucking worming her way into my heart too. Which is so goddamn annoying, it makes me want to strangle her. Or maybe kiss her.

Being with her is... a wonderful kind of torture.

She’s beautiful and charming and doesn’t look at me with an ounce of fear in her bright blue eyes, but it’s also like holding up a mirror that shows me the worst parts of myself.

I hear her laugh and am reminded of the last time I laughed and loved freely. I see her beautiful soul and compare it to the bleakness of my own.

I look at her blind innocence and force myself to not care that I’ll be the one who robs her of it.

Maybe that’s why I finish the movie. I give myself two hours to sit here and enjoy her company, two hours where she doesn’t hate me or curse the day I was born.

But then the credits role, and I have to pull my head our of my ass and get on with it, no matter how much I don’t want to.

Moving slowly so she doesn’t stir, I lift her into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck, fingers playing in the hair at my nape, and sighs happily.

I wish she wouldn’t do shit like that.

I wish she was heartless and cruel and cold.

I make my way up the creaky stairs to her room, then put her on the unmade bed, the covers horribly messy around her. The moonlight coming through the open window illuminates her skin and allows me to see how vulnerable she looks.

She’s in tiny little shorts that shouldn’t be legal, and a thin white shirt that does absolutely nothing to hide what’s underneath. Her hair’s a mess around her, her lips are parted, and there’s a calm, peaceful look on her face.

It’s perfect.

It’s horrible.

Taking a deep breath and running a hand through my hair, I tell myself not to care.

But as I take out my phone and snap a picture, my hands still shake.

And as I type the message I’ve been mentally drafting for years, I feel like I’m going to be sick.

But as much as I hate myself for it, a feeling of victory shoots through me as I hit send. Revenge, it seems, really is sweet.

And I’m just getting started.

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Part 4

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fractallogic · 2 years

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here are Some Thoughts™ that are mostly reminders of things I got done since 4 PM, since I feel like I haven't done shit today other than sit on the couch:

1. I did not have dice in my mailbox today. in fact, I only got the mail that USPS said they were mailing to me yesterday. sigh.

2. I am REALLY happy to say that Butch Turtle is well lit for the first time in a very long time. he has his warm light, which I fucked up and knocked over and broke a few days ago and needed to get a whole new lamp for because the bottom of the bulb is stuck in the socket, and he also has his UV light for Shell Health (which I replaced ??? ago, but the lamp didn't work, so I had to get a new lamp, which I got right before I moved so I didn't do anything, and then it still didn't work, so I needed to get a new bulb, which I hadn't done until today, and it turned out the previous lamp worked all along, which meant I got a dud bulb, which SUCKS because now I can't return it because god only knows where that receipt and packaging are and they are EXPENSIVE at ~$25 each)

3. I finally filled out the authorization to release medical records to the new doctor, and hopefully they get it before my appointment next thursday

4. I also found a new practice right next to my house (basically) that gets very good reviews and is also taking new patients, in case I can't make it clear to the previous doc that she made me feel bad about myself and her team fucked up and was rude to me instead of apologizing for their mistake

5. I also requested study credits for next term so that I can run participants through the human subjects pool. the deadline to request is sunday(?), so cutting it close, as usual

6. This means I have some extra motivation to finish up the pilot study and my stuff for the main study, since I think the credits can be reallocated to someone else if I don't use them by like, week 5 or something

7. today should be a full shower day because my hair is kind of gross, but I am also kind of tired and don't want to. but I also feel better after I wash my hair and it doesn't actually take that much effort.

8. goal for tomorrow is to buy next year's health insurance, put the final touches on the contract critique for this one kid I've been working on for literally three weeks because I can't just fucking sit down and do it, read through my student's statement of purpose, do one pomodoro of work on another contract, and do two pomodoros of work on the book. I'm pretty sure that's going to amount to about two hours of work. I'm telling that to my brain right now because before I sit down to do it I'll feel like it's the worst thing in the world, but when I actually get started, I'll feel MUCH better about it and be able to power through a lot

9. also we must wash the dishes on the counter tomorrow. we have to. we have no clean pots and we want to make puttanesca sauce, and also no counter space to do fucking anything.

10. this weekend it would be nice if we returned the cans and bottles to the recycling thing by the grocery store. we need to get groceries and plan the meals for next week anyway, so do it then. (puttanesca recipe makes four servings, so we don't really even have to plan much or get many groceries.)

11. don't forget to go to campus on Monday for the undergrad event. also don't forget about the lab gathering on Monday night. also don't forget to send New Collaborator your grant.

12. my neighbor asked me to spend a few hours hanging out with her partner's elderly cat while they're away on a ~romantic mountain retreat~ (or sth) this weekend, but hasn't gotten me a key to their place and they leave tomorrow. I feel concerned for the cat.

13. I am going to get in bed before midnight tonight because my revenge bedtime procrastination hasn't even been interesting lately, and if I continue getting up at 8 AM after sleeping enough, there actually is enough time in the day to a) work, b) wash dishes, c) take a walk, d) make dinner, and e) play video games in a very comfortable, non-rushed kind of way without having to also stay up late to do any of them

14. don't let the SAD win. fuck you, SAD. I know it's dark outside. I don't care. sitting on the couch doesn't help.

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bewaretheidesofmarchyall · 3 years

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Doing the Dream SMP Hunger Games Simulator again because I’m procrastinating

District #1: Captain Puffy and The Eret

District #2: Technoblade and Phil

District #3: BBH and Awesamdude

District #4: Wilbur and Tommy

District #5: Dream and Fundy

District #6: Callahan and George

District #7: Sapnap and Quackity

District #8: Jack Manifold and Karl

District #9: Punz and Skeppy

District #10: Schlatt and Ponk

District #11: Niki and Tubbo

District #12: Ranboo and Purpled

Notes

The Cornucopia

-Karl gathers food. I really hope he doesn’t snap and kill half the arena again.

-Bad has a sword!

-Sapnap kills Punz

-Ranboo has a mace. Will he ever use the mace? Who knows

-Quackity kills Skeppy

-Callahan has a spear

-And Wilbur punched Ponk in the face for some bread

Day 1

-Fundy scares Schlatt away from him

-Tubbo is camouflaging himself in the bushes

-Callahan has died from hypothermia

-It has been an hour, Callahan

-Sapnap killed Sam

-Ponk accidentally detonated a landmine

-Tommy steals

-Eret killed Wilbur

-Quackity spared Niki’s life

-Dream is questioning his sanity. Feels a little late for that, but alright

-And George picks flowers.

People left: 18

Night 1

-Tubbo, Ranboo, Phil, and Bad Boy Halo are just vibing and telling ghost stories

-This is the Hunger Games, not a camping trip

-Quackity, Purpled, Sapnap, and Eret are doing the same thing

-And Tommy, Jack, and George seem to have a team

-Guys, start some murder

-Oh, wait, Technoblade has that covered

-Technoblade just killed Schlatt in his sleep, and I know it’s meant to imply that Schlatt was asleep but I’m choosing to believe that Techno is able to commit murder with or without consciousness

-Also, Niki convinced Puffy to spare her life but then killed her and I’m sad about it

Day 2

-Tommy is hunting for other tributes

-Karl and Sapnap have teamed up

-Fundy took revenge for the death of his father, Inigo Montoya style, by killing Eret

-And George is picking berries

-Can someone please tell George that he’s in the Hunger Games

People left: 15

Night 2

-Bad killed Dream

-You’d think Dream would be really good in the Hunger Games, but he never seems to last more than two days

-Tommy, Quackity, and Technoblade have teamed up

-So have George and Ranboo

-Fundy thinks about home. I’m rooting for the guy.

Day 3

-Purpled tried to sleep through the entire day

-Tommy spared Phil’s life

-Quackity spared Karl’s life

-Fundy spared Niki’s life (this is the third time someone has spared her life this game in as many days)

-Sapnap spared Ranboo’s life

-Yeah. They have no idea they’re all in the Hunger Games.

-Bad Boy Halo has an explosive again

-Technoblade stole from George

-And Tubbo died trying to escape the arena

People left: 13

Night 3

-Phil, Technoblade, Niki, Tommy, and Jack have teamed up

-Karl and Bad are chatting

-Quackity and Ranboo have teamed up as well, and so have George and Purpled

-No one has died tonight

-This is a slow paced game

Day 4

-Jack wants to commit murder

-Fundy, Phil, Technoblade, Tommy, and Sapnap are now the mega team

-Karl and Purpled work together for the day

-Ranboo fishes

People left: 13

Night 4

-Technoblade thinks about home

-Jack and Tommy are a team again??

-These teams change every five minutes, I swear

-Fundy has an explosive, and I fear

-Karl and Sapnap start a fire together

-I know that was supposed to mean campfire, but I’m choosing to believe in arson

-And Bad falls into a pit and dies

Day 5

-Technoblade, Phil, Purpled, and Niki all team up just to rob Karl

-No matter what, Techno and Phil are always on the same team in this

-George spares Fundy’s life

-And Ranboo accidentally eats poison berries

People left: 11

We’re at the halfway mark!!

Night 5

-Karl and Technoblade have a truce for the night

-Jack, Purpled, and Niki cheerfully sing songs together

-Phil and George have an uneasy alliance

Day 6

-Quackity tries to sleep through the entire day. What a mood.

-George, Tommy, Phil, and Fundy hunt for other tributes together

Arena Event

-It has been a few days without a murder, so it makes sense that the capitol would start something

-”Something” meaning a giant fire

-Sapnap, Jack, Tommy, Purpled, Quackity, Phil, and Karl all die

-Fundy and George both get a murder or two in

People left: 4

Our final contestants are Fundy, George, Niki, and Technoblade!!

Night 6

-George and Fundy really seem to have a full-on alliance for this game

-Technoblade calmly cooks food

The Feast

-George decides not to go to the feast

-Fundy decides not to go to the feast

-Niki decides not to go to the feast

-And Technoblade dies of starvation

-He just ate last night??

-I think this algorithm is a little confused

Day 7

-Niki and George are working together now, and Fundy is on the hunt

-What caused the falling out between Fundy and George??

Arena Event

-The Capitol gets sick of how long this is taking, and they quickly contract the arena walls

-Fundy doesn’t get away fast enough, and Niki trips

-George, however, survives

George is the victor I guess??

#the hunger games #hunger games #hunger games simulator #dream smp #long post

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dramaticironyoflife · 4 years

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Exam Escape

Ignis adjusted his glasses and shifted his weight slightly. So slightly that it didn’t appear that he had moved at all. He was surveying the mess that was the prince’s apartment. Bags of trash lay absolutely everywhere. He wasn’t sure whether to be appealed or astounded by the amount of litter that had accumulated over the course of a few short days. However, it was exam week for his young charge and it was natural that chaos would dramatically increase in such a time of stress and panic.

But that didn’t mean Ignis had to like it.

He sighed and set about trying to straighten the mess. He wasn’t quite sure where to start though. The advisor was decidedly off this Friday. Perhaps it was the daunting reality that, after today, Noct would be home for the whole of the Summer. As long as he had not managed to fail any exams, that was. The long hours of chasing the prince down and running through practice exams had worn Ignis down over the last few weeks. Even last night Noct has called him up in a frenzy and wouldn’t settle until Ignis had drilled him on at least half a dozen practice questions. Not the oddest activity he’d done at 3:27 in the morning but the prince’s excited state had left him unable to drift back off. He thought of this as he took a gulp of Ebony. His fifth can of the afternoon. Gladio had absolutely refused to let him train for their full session. He instead led Ignis through a series of stretches to attempt to get him to relax. He probably would’ve let the advisor sleep through a portion of the session as well if Ignis had not so stubbornly refused. Gladio had a small victory in the end though. He’d made Ignis promise not to drive himself home that night as his sleep deprived state was hardly considered safe. This was a point that Ignis not only couldn’t argue but flat out didn’t want to. Gladio brought a certain amount of peace into Iggy’s life, taking on a good portion of the responsibilities that came with watching over the future heir.

Ignis finished piling the trash together and began to sort through the rest of the mess. Magazines and comic books had been mixed in with the important reports and briefings that Noct had, most probably, neglected to read. Future king or no, the prince procrastinated better than anyone Ignis had ever met. He sorted through the papers, making different piles before sitting back on his heels. The time was ticking by far too fast for Ignis’ liking. He wasn’t needed to make Noct’s dinner tonight, thank heaven, and would rather like to leave before he and Prompto began their celebrations that came at the end of each exam period. There would most likely be shouting and cheering and all sorts of merry making that sounded absolutely dreadful to Ignis’ blossoming headache. Still, he couldn’t help but come by the rooms and see exactly how bad it had gotten over the past three days. Once he’d witnessed the pigs dye, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He cursed his instincts to help the prince and resisted the urge to sweep everything left on the floor under whatever available spaces lay before him. Honestly, he was almost sure that Noct would never realize the difference. He swept the floor carefully, picking up odds and ends he’d missed as he went. He shifted the sofa out of the way and grunted as he bent to retrieve a few magazines and marbles that had taken up residence there when the door slammed open.

“FREEDOM!!!” The shout was so loud that Ignis jumped. He lost his footing and landed none too gracefully on his behind. It seemed though that neither of the boys had heard him.

“YEAH!!” Noct joined in the blond’s excited squealing and tore off his jacket, tossing it in the direction of the kitchen. Ignis peered over the edge of the sofa, unwilling to get dragged into the celebration. Prompto slipped of his satchel and grinned definitely at Noct,

“We did it! We’re done and you wanna know what I think about school?!” Noct applauded, waving his hands like an impromptu rapper,

“What’d you thing about school?!”

“You wanna know what I think about books?!!”

“What about ‘em, Prom?!”

“YOU WANNA KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS SATCHEL?!”

“WHAT?!”

“I’LL SHOW YA WHAT I THINK!!!!” With this and a somewhat pathetic war cry, Prompto slammed the bag down on the ground and began jumping on it repeatedly. Noct cheered and began some odd dancing ritual around the excited teen. Ignis blinked.

He was definitely not coming out now. He sunk lower behind the sofa and tugged out his phone. He scrolled quickly to his contacts and located Gladio’s name. He pressed call before he could over think anything.

Gladio was lounging on the sofa in his dad’s office. Clarus was sifting through some papers, allowing Gladio to scroll through his phone undisturbed. Gladio grunted as Iggy’s contact lit up the device and pulled himself upright. Clarus glanced at him, cocking an eyebrow.

“Hey, Iggy,” Gladio announced the greeting and his dad nodded before resuming his work. “You ready for me?”

“Six, yes, come get me.” Gladio tensed. The words were whispered in an almost desperate voice.

“Iggy? Where are you?” His dad noticed the change in his son’s voice and dropped his paper. Gladio was tense, ready for action.

“At Noct’s...” Ignis peered quickly at the boys to see they were now throwing assignments into the air like makeshift confetti, still shouting in jubilation.

“What? Why are you at Noct’s? I thought you said...”

“That I wouldn’t go over to his chambers today, I know! I tried, Gladio, believe me. I just knew that his apartment was a mess and I thought it would be nice for him to come back to a clean apartment-”

“Just so he could mess it all up again?” Gladio chuckled and Clarus relaxed. Gladio rose from the sofa and grabbed his jacket. He raised a hand in farewell to his father before slipping out into the hallway. “Hang tight, Iggy, I’m on my way.”

Ignis heard the call disconnect and sighed, hunching further in on himself. Being tall and lean was a disadvantage in this moment. He felt dread sink into him when he heard the boys approaching the sofa.

“You wanna order pizza while I set up the game?” Noct’s voice was followed by the sound of someone throwing themselves onto the sofa. Ignis flinched as it shifted slightly with the force of the prince’s body. Prompto’s giddy response was followed by some tapping.

“Whoever made apps for ordering pizza is a genius.” Prompto commented, his voice now also sounding dangerously close to Ignis’ situation. “They eliminated one of the most awkward conversations in human history.”

Noct hummed in agreement as the noises of the TV hit the room. Prompto cheered and then the sounds of the two gamers settled on the apartment.

When the noises coming from the boys were grunts, shouts, and explanations that would’ve made any well spoken individual cringe and no longer intelligible words, Ignis deemed them invested enough in their game for him to start his escape. On top of this, Galdio had texted that he was less than five minutes in his estimated time of arrival. Ignis huffed silently and set his eyes on the bedroom, mere feet away.

The journey to the bedroom wasn’t a long one but it wasn’t one that Ignis would ever want anyone to see him perform and not one he wanted to perform again himself. Although it was almost comical to see that he could slip past the boys without their knowledge due to their distraction. He lay on his belly and slid himself neatly across the wooden floor a good portion of the journey. The remainder of his mission was merely going the rest of the way without being seen. He crouched at first, creeping along like some common criminal. Once he was near the door however, he was forced to reassess his situation. The door was open but only just enough for him to slip through if he stood. Eyes never leaving the boys, Ignis slowly inched himself to his full height. Noct stood at the same time, shouting at the TV and tossing his remote off to one side. Unfortunately, the side that was closer to Ignis. Prompto was laughing at the prince’s tantrum and teasing him relentlessly. Noct, vowing revenge turned to pluck his remote off the floor.

Ignis had never prayed harder in his life that he would remain unseen. Or turn invisible. Or that the floor would swallow him up. Instead, it was the well timed delivery of the pizza that saved him. The doorbell was the diversion Ignis needed to slip to safety. Once in the bedroom, he forced himself to ignore the mess that was taking over the prince’s personal space. He pulled out his phone.

In Noct’s bedroom, near the window. Gladio texted back a few minutes later.

Here. What’s the plan? Ignis sighed before sliding the window open and peering out. Gladio was standing below him, looking up with an amused expression. Noct’s window wasn’t very high off the ground, Ignis had no doubt that he could make the jump and role the landing to prevent injury. Assessing the height once more, he nodded.

I’m going to jump, stand back. Gladio’s eyebrows rose and he looked up at Ignis then pocketed his phone. Ignis nodded and pulled his long limbs through the window. He took a deep breath and then pushed himself off the edge; only to land in Gladio’s arms.

“What in the Astals?!” He gasped. Gladio grunted and deposited his catch onto his feet.

“What? You’re wearing nice clothes. Didn’t want you to ruin them.” He shrugged and began to wander back towards the street and their get away car. Ignis followed, grumbling and straightening out his outfit.

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“Gladio!” Noct and Prompto looked up from the campsite at the squeak they hardly recognized as Ignis’ voice. The Shield was holding the Advisor in his arms while the thinner man struggled.

“Nope! You’re going to rest or I’m going to tell Noct and Prompto about the ‘Exam Escape’.” The two boys blinked, whatever the ‘Exam Escape’ was, it made Ignis freeze in his attempts to free himself. He stared at Gladio with wide eyes,

“You wouldn’t.” Gladio cocked an eyebrow,

“Not if you rest.” Ignis groaned and resumed struggling,

“I can walk myself to the tent, thank you!” Prompto and Noct exchanged expressions and shrugs.

#ffxv #ignis scientia #gladiolus amiticia #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #fanfiction #My writing

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1141

survey by lets-make-surveys

1 - Do you have a favourite day of the week? What is it about that day that you like so much? I feel like I just answered this recently, but let’s go with Friday again. Always nice to fade out after work and to finally close all my work tabs and chats, and not feel obligated to reply to anyone for a couple of days.

2 - Would you describe yourself as a sociable person or not? I’m not the most sociable person, like I don’t always have the energy to be at the maximum level of perky, but I am to an extent. I no longer find it difficult to approach people and strike up a conversation.

3 - Who was the last person you spoke to out-loud? What did you speak to them about? My mom. My former director, Ysa, sent me a scented candle earlier tonight - as a parting gift since she got promoted and got reassigned to my employer’s sister company - and I just asked my mom to light the candle up because I’m scared of matches and fire.

4 - Do you prefer tea or coffee? Coffee; I never drink tea.

5 - What's your ideal weather? When was the last time you had that kind of weather where you live? Any kind of weather where the temperature is anywhere below 25ºC (which is already considered quite chilly here) is fine with me.

6 - Who was the last person (apart from family) that you spent time with? What did you get up to? Does virtual count? I had a Jeopardy night on Zoom with my orgmates a couple of weeks ago. I might miss out on a couple of people, but I was with Peter, Elis, Andi, Carmel, Robin, Laurice, and Mik. Apart from that, my uncle treated me, my kuya, and my cousin Luke to lunch the morning after said Zoom call.

7 - If you have pets, when was the last time one of them got on your nerves? Oh my god, just this afternoon. I was in a Zoom call with a client and besides our PR agency, there was another marketing agency in the call who was also pitching their presentation deck. The entire call was pure bliss on my end, no one was making noise at home – the second it came to my speaking parts, Cooper started howling and barking like crazy because idk, maybe he saw an animal outside or something?? In any case it suddenly got very loud and I got caught off-guard, and I ended up stuttering several times as I was trying to focus.

8 - Do you have to wear a uniform at work or school? If not, what do you tend to wear? The only time I had to wear a legit uniform was in private school, which I attended from preschool to high school. We do have business casual dress code at work, but that in itself is pretty flexible so I don’t really count it as a ‘uniform.’

9 - Would you rather live in a house with a swimming pool or an indoor cinema? Indoor cinema. I watch a lot of things that I’d love to be able to view with a much bigger screen - plus it’s a lot easier to maintain than a pool, lol.

10 - When was the last time you were at the beach? August 2019 :(

11 - Do you own a credit card? If so, do you currently owe any money on it? Could you afford to pay it off tomorrow if necessary? No. My parents also advise against getting my own credit card since I could pick up some bad spending habits from it, according to them. That sounds scary enough so I’m ok with my debit card.

12 - What do you tend to wear to sleep in? Does this vary depending on the time of year? Usually something light, short, and airy since I live in a tropical country that never gets to enjoy temperatures lower than like 23ºC.

13 - What do you tend to have for breakfast, if you eat it? Fried rice, hotdogs, and bacon strips are filling enough for me.

14 - If someone offered to cook you a three-course-meal of your choosing, no budget - what would you have? Oysters, filet mignon, and macarons.

15 - How many hours of sleep do you typically get each night? Is that enough to function or would you rather have more? Anywhere between 7–9 during weekdays, and like 3–4 during weekends because revenge bedtime procrastination is real. Yeah, I’d say it’s enough on both ends.

16 - Does your house have a loft/basement? Are they functional or do you just use them for storage? We have neither.

17 - When was the last time you did a load of laundry? Do you need to do some in the near future? I don’t do the laundry at home.

18 - Are you addicted to anything legal? What about illegal? I guess vaping? I’m a lot more reliant on it now versus the past few months, and I get a little restless whenever I have to charge it for an hour or so.

19 - Do you suffer from road rage? What kind of thing tends to set you off or wind you up while driving? A little bit, but I obviously haven’t had to express it in a while because of my much-lessened time on the road due to Covid. Standstill traffic is the biggest factor, but standstill traffic + stupid drivers who are impatient and end up not following the road lanes is the quickest way to irritate me and set me off.

20 - What kind of animal did you last see in the wild? Is that a common sight where you live? I have no idea, and that’s precisely because I live in the suburbs in a city which would not make them a common sight.

21 - How is your hair styled at the moment? Low side ponytail.

22 - Do you post a lot on social media? If so, what kind of thing do you tend to post on there? Not as much as I used to. I’ll probably post 5–7 tweets (versus the 50+ I’d post when I was younger) and share like 1–3 Facebook posts a day. I could talk about pretty much everything on Twitter since that’s my main dump - be it rants, my feelings, what I ate, the latest dumb thing Cooper did, etc. On Facebook I mostly share memes, at least family-friendly ones that wouldn’t alert my relatives lol.

23 - What are you watching/listening to at the moment? Nothing for either. I can hear some birds chirping outside since it’s finally getting brighter again, but that’s it.

24 - If you have multiple pets, do they all get along with each other or are there sometimes fights/scuffles? Cooper has actually finally settled down a bit so I’m starting to feel more comfortable letting him out with Kimi in the same room/floor. He understands that Kimi doesn’t like being disturbed so even though he’s in the mood to run around and be energetic and play catch or whatever, he always takes the time to tip-toe around Kimi. They’re not best buds by any means, but it’s enough to leave them be and not worry about a fight breaking out anymore. Sweet boys.

25 - What are some habits you have in common with your parents? My dad excessively blinks when he’s feeling tense or in an argument; I ended up picking that up from him. With my mom, it’s mostly phrases or expressions that she likes to use.

26 - Where's your favourite place to swim - the ocean, a pool, river, lake etc? Beaches.

27 - When you're saving your place in a book, do you use a bookmark or fold your pages down? Or something else? I either remember the page number or do a tiny dog-ear. Bookmarks aren’t the right match for me lol, I’ll most likely end up losing them.

28 - What's your favourite kind of cereal? Sweeter ones.

29 - Is any part of your body hurting at the moment? Is there a specific incident that caused the pain? Yeah, my neck had actually been seriously stiff during my last shift and I couldn’t move my head unless I moved my entire body along with it. It’s died down now but I can definitely still feel the strain. My left shoulder in particular feels very strained at the moment and I’m feeling a considerable level of discomfort from it as I take this.

30 - What was the last thing to make you laugh out loud? 2 Days 1 Night, the usual. The Korean style of video editing is phenomenal and can literally make anything funny.

#survey #surveys

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purpleyin · 3 years

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The revenge bedtime procrastination has been strong with me this week. Work keeps eating up most of my spoons and it's often late by the time I have recovered energy to do fun stuff. This weekend I wanted to relax, maybe game a bit, but ended up doing not work but other necessary chore-like stuff so it's not felt much like a break really.

Tonight I ended up bingeing making moodboards as not enough energy for anything else and got almost five done. As in five that are all almost done, needing manips or a final picture or two finding. Oh well. Soon there shall be ones for Echo!Cisco, barriscowest holiday, wa holiday/honeymoon, wa criminals au and sherlolly Xmas. I have an inkling of a polyam izombie board too for polyam shipping day if I have time ontop of posting the barriscowest one.

#personal #making moodboards #the flash

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littlepanduh-writes-365 · 4 years

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Day 44

Title: “Paradigm Shift”

Description: During a gaming session, Sooyoung gives some exciting news that makes Hyejoo think about her life.

Features: Sooyoung X Hyunjin X Olivia Hye, slight Hyewon(Loona)

Word Count: 2,325

Tags: Fluff | College AU

(image from Pinterest)

“Yo, Hyejoo. Wanna join for some Mario Kart tonight?”

“Sorry, Hyun. I’m kinda busy tonight. Maybe another time?”

“Gang Beasts tonight? Sooyoung’s joining, too.”

“I’m not in the mood. Sorry. Maybe another time?”

“Hyejoo. Come join us for some Rainbow Six.”

For once, Hyejoo is interested, but there’s a blank document in front of her and its paired midnight deadline convinced her not to play.

“Sorry, Soo. I have a paper due at midnight. Next time?” The college student genuinely wishes she didn’t procrastinate this bad.

I know it looks this way, but the three sisters aren’t that distant with each other. After Sooyoung and Hyunjin left for university, they didn’t see each other as often, but still bonded through online gaming.

It all started when they were younger. Sooyoung had granted Hyunjin the responsibility of taking care of her Nintendogs when she went to a summer camp. Usually Hyejoo, too young to play, would sit next to her and sometimes they switched off taking care of the Sharpei they virtually adopted.

As they grew up, their tastes for video games changed as well. Sooyoung mostly grew out of them, having to take care of her younger siblings and started pursuing dancing. Of course, during college, she wouldn’t hesitate to join in party games, like Just Dance and trivia games. Hyunjin became a sports star, but still played video games. She enjoyed low-stress, life simulation games, but also occasionally played FIFA with her teammates.

Hyejoo had a funny relationship with extracurricular activities. Growing up, she was always dragged into watching her sisters’ dance recitals or soccer games, so she tended to have low energy. She tried dance and soccer and actually showed potential in both hobbies, but had no interest or motivation in either. By the time she was in high school, she only continued what she enjoyed, which was just playing video games. She specifically enjoyed shooting and battle royale games, but she could play anything.

As both Sooyoung and Hyunjin transitioned into university and adult life, they tried their best keeping in touch with their youngest sister. When video calls became awkward, Hyunjin brought up the idea of playing Mario Kart online together and talking through Discord. Sooyoung had to go buy herself a Switch and Hyejoo didn’t like the idea of spending more than 30 minutes talking to her sisters, but the experience was a pleasant surprise. The two older siblings couldn’t help enjoying the serotonin boost they would get when hearing competitive Hyejoo screaming and threatening them with embarrassing secrets from the past when Hyunjin threw a Blue Shell or Sooyoung Bullet Bill-ed past her. An hour passed and Hyunjin was ready to log out, but couldn’t resist it when Hyejoo asked, “One more round?”

The gaming continued when Hyejoo went to university. Even though it wasn’t their style, the three of them would play whatever was popular and multiplayer, whether it be PUBG or Smash.

Eventually, scheduling time to play with Hyejoo was a little unsuccessful. In her last year of university, she became busy with school and actually became more social. You could catch her playing intramural soccer or at the dance studio. She was even dating someone and worked at a nearby bakery. Hyejoo could’ve made time for her siblings, but replaying the same courses and campaigns for hours wasn’t stimulating enough for her.

Tonight’s a little different. It’d been nearly 2 months since she spoke to her sisters and Gowon was scolding her to spend time with them. Even though her computer was starting to run slow, she downloaded the new zombie game Sooyoung mentioned and logged onto her Discord account.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Hyejoo.” Sooyoung naturally scolds her first.

“I know. I thought you were going to abandon us.” Hyunjin spoke in a higher tone and it made Hyejoo cringe.

“Stop being fucking dramatic, Soo. I’m busy with school.”

Hyunjin scoffs. “You’re busy dating your Minecraft girlfriend. I see you online.”

Hyejoo scowls. She turns around, making sure said girlfriend wasn’t in the room. “She’s my real girlfriend, too, you know?”

Sooyoung just chuckles. “I’ll see it when I believe it. When are you introducing her to mom and dad?”

“I don’t know. Maybe during the next holiday?”

“Can you bring some snacks from your work?” Hyunjin shoves herself in front of the camera, as if trying to corner her little sister.

“Hyun, that’s not important.”

“What's more important than bread?”

“Kim Jiwoo. That’s what’s more important than bread.”

Hyejoo pinches the bridge of her nose. This was why she didn’t like talking to her sisters for more than 30 minutes.

“As if, Sooyoung. Jeon Heejin is more superior than Jiwoo, but bread is always on top.”

“You say that now, once you get married, you’re going to change your minds.”

There are two gunshots.

“Hye! Why’d you shoot us?! We’re on the same team?”

“Can you two simps shut up? I just sacrificed 6 gigabytes of space to play this game with you two.”

To Hyejoo’s surprise, Hyunjin’s avatar punches her character and Sooyoung takes her out with a headshot. Hyejoo’s about to seek revenge until Sooyoung starts talking again.

“Yah. I’ve seen your Instagram story posts. Once you two get together, you’re gonna be whipped for her, too. It’s in the Ha genetics.”

“For fucks sake, I am dating Gowon! And why would anyone be proud of being whipped?” Hyejoo starts shooting at her sisters but they run away from the lobby before starting a campaign.

It always starts with small talk. It usually consists of their jobs, what they’re doing on the weekends, and each other’s girlfriends. Hyejoo liked hearing from her sisters, but she couldn’t help but feel a little pathetic hearing about their numerous plans while she just wanted to get through school. Conversations like this is where they found out that Sooyoung became a manager at a well known dance school. The last time they talked, Hyunjin was talking about taking Heejin to Disneyland. Hyejoo was slightly jealous because she wants to spoil Gowon, too, but with the minimum wage she’s earning, she can only afford the new gaming mouse Gowon wanted.

Like always, she’ll just listen. Listen and shoot. Maybe she’ll learn a new lesson from the mistakes her sisters laugh about, but she’s too busying carrying the team for the most part.

The three have just finished a round when Hyunjin asks for a break so she can eat. Hyejoo checks her phone to see a few texts from Gowon.

Sooyoung opens a conversation. “Hey guys, I need to tell you something.”

“Go right ahead,” Hyejoo says before chugging some water. Hyunjin just hums before biting into some pasta that Heejin brought in about 15 minutes ago.

“I haven’t told mom and dad, yet because we’re still thinking about it,” Sooyoung takes a deep breath, “Jiwoo and I want to try for a kid.”

Hyejoo stops looking at her phone. She stares at Sooyoung through the screen. “Oh damn. Really?”

Sooyoung offers a smile. Hyejoo can’t help but soften up at the honey dripping out of her sister’s eyes. “Yeah. She keeps talking about how cute her students are so I brought up the conversation. We’re gonna start going to fertilization clinics and adoption centers to see our options. I don’t think anything’s going to happen in the coming year or two, but I just wanted to let you guys know.” She sighs. “I’m kinda excited actually.”

“Congrats, unnie!” Hyunjin lets out a chuckle. “The idea of a little Jiwoo running around and doing taekwondo flips sounds adorable.”

Sooyoung whines. “What about a little Th-ooyoungie dancing in the living room?”

“Don’t ever use that fucking voice again.” Hyejoo grimaces in disgust.

Hyunjin didn’t spare a pause for disagreement. “I second that.” Sooyoung never used aegyo so it was slightly unbearable hearing that.

“Whatever.” Sooyoung sighs. “It’s just— it’s kinda surreal thinking about having a kid.”

Hyejoo also agrees. Maybe it’s because she’s looking forward to building her career or the fact that she doesn’t know where to begin in taking care of a kid that the idea of her own children seems foreign. She’s thought about adopting a dog, but a human being?

Hyunjin asks Sooyoung about the logistics, like the future of their current jobs and who would carry the child if they decided to not adopt.

Hyejoo listens, but her mind gets clouded thinking about a little Sooyoung or Jiwoo running around and giggling and maybe even playing with a little controller. Hyunjin will compete to be the favorite aunt, but she’ll share with Heejin. She knows Gowon will be a better aunt than her, but she still wants to be a part of that kid’s life. Even though she wasn’t the most active, she wants to take that future kid to the park and kick a ball around and teach them pranks.

The idea warmed Hyejoo’s heart.

For a second, Hyejoo zones back into the conversation. Sooyoung eggs Hyunjin about finishing dental school so she can start her own family, too.

Then it hits Hyejoo.

It’ll still be in the far future, but maybe she needs to grow up a little more. There’s going to be little Sooyoung and soon enough there will be a little Hyunjin.

Hyejoo needs to stop cursing. Maybe she needs to go home more and keep her parents company. She’ll learn how to cook something besides instant ramen and fried rice.

Things are going to be different. They’re all growing up. Sooyoung’s moving up positions. Hyunjin is going to finish dental school. Hyejoo was going to graduate soon.

Hyejoo was more than used to being away from her family during the school year, but then it hits her.

The two neighboring rooms back home were going to be empty. Her two sisters are eventually going to stop coming home for holidays.

The three of them are not going to play video games.

It’ll no longer be just the three of them.

Hyejoo let’s that sink in a little. The days of shooting zombies and racing around Nintendo tracks and visiting each other’s islands will significantly lesson.

The maknae suddenly feels guilty of declining all those game requests. Although all reasons were valid, she feels like she should’ve made more time for her sisters.

She hears Hyunjin whining at something Sooyoung said. Hyejoo flinches a smile, remembering how fifteen years ago, they were bullying each other at the playground.

Some things didn’t change.

And maybe some things still won’t change.

The future is uncertain and maybe she shouldn’t think too much about it.

At least she has the present. She can still play with her sisters now. She can play with them next week, next month.

“Hye? Are you okay? You’ve been pretty quiet.”

Hyejoo tried to think of a snarky comeback, but couldn't think of anything. Surprisingly, her ego doesn’t get to her and just comes clean. “Yeah. I’m just thinking about a little Sooyoung. It’s kinda cute actually. Congrats, Soo.”

Her two older sisters just stare at her through the camera. “Wow. It must be late. Hyejoo’s being nice. Let’s just do one more round and call it a night.”

Hyejoo scoffs. She wants to curse, but holds herself back.

“You guys down for a few rounds of Smash?”

“Sounds good. Is Hye joining?”

Hyejoo puts down her phone. “Gowonnie.” She nudges the girl next to her. They were watching a variety show together while snuggling.

Gowon just hums, a little engrossed in the show.

“I’m gonna go play with my sisters. Is that okay?”

Her girlfriend just smiles and rolls her eyes. “Why do you even ask? You know I’m going to say yes.”

Hyejoo doesn’t want to admit that she just wants to be chummy. “If you had plans in mind, I was just going to reschedule.”

Gowon just shrugs. “I mean I’m craving fried chicken, but that’s not worth rescheduling.” She then shoves Hyejoo off of her. “Go.”

The younger one grumbles, but makes her way to their gaming room.

As she turns on the light, she admires the room they have created. On one side, her girlfriend has a pastel setup. It contrasts her black black setup.

An idea finally sparks in her head. She walks back outside and peaks back into their small living room.

“Gowonnie, do you want to join us?”

“Are you really her girlfriend?”

“Of course she’s my girlfriend. She wouldn’t have been playing with us for the past hour if we’re not dating.” Hyejoo puts her head on Gowon’s shoulder. Hyunjin and Sooyoung are entertained by their little sister’s webcam showing an abandoned chair while Gowon’s webcam showed Hyejoo being soft and protective of a bright and rather crunchy lady.

“She’s not paying you with credits or diamonds or something?”

Gowon giggles. “That sounds like a better bargain.” She turns to her girlfriend and pats her head. “I’m tired of carrying you. Starting next month, I’m expecting 2,000 Battle Points or I’m going to stop doing your laundry.”

Hyunjin chokes on her water. Sooyoung’s jaw dropped.

Hyejoo pouts. “Park Chaewon.”

“Wow. I like her already. I think mom will like her, too.”

“How did you meet such a nice person, Hye? She’s pretty, too. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Gowon smiles. “Thank you. It’s nice to know Hyejoo’s siblings are nice.” She turns to Hyejoo. “You should learn something from your sisters. Forget it. I’m upping the payment to 4,000 Battle Points.”

Hyejoo pouts and gives a quick peck on Gowon’s cheek. “Can I pay you with love instead?”

Hyunjin gags. “I don’t know if I’ll get used to this.”

“She got that from you, Hyun. Don’t deny it.” Sooyoung scolds her younger sister.

“You’ve been dating, Jiwoo-unnie longer! She got that from you!”

Gowon giggles. Hyejoo can’t help, but admire her girlfriend. She pleased how well things were coming along.

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#so my brother decided to cancel his wedding due to covid and told us that he just wants to try for a kid #bruh i became so soft #like thinking about a niece or nephew #but then i was like i need to clean myself up cuz idk how tf to take care of a kid #anyways this was born #kinda felt bad because i dont game with my siblings bc its not my thing anymore but maybe i should just because it might be the only option #anyways #thanks for reading #hope you liked it!#365 Challenge #littlepanduh #loona #loona fanfiction #sooyoung #hyunjin #olivia hye #hyewon

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myriadimagines · 5 years

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One Way Trip

Game of Thrones One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Sandor Clegane

Other Characters: –

Warnings: violence

Request: “Hello you beautiful sunshine! I would like to request a Sandor Clegane one shot, where the reader loses sight of Sandor during the battle of winterfell and reader is really worried, (they are a couple) but in the last moment before the reader is killed by a whig Sandor saves them and we get a fluffy reunion, but after the battle Sandor wants to kill his brother, but reader begs him to don't go, ending is up to you if it's fluff or angst. Thank you very much, I hope you have a nice day!! 💕💖” – anonymous

Word Count: 1,639

A/N: I procrastinated this one so bad oh my god I’m sorry I hope it’s okay!!! Sorry the reunion isn’t super fluffy but I just felt like it didn’t really fit (both for the situation and the character) but I hope you still like it!!

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!

Your name: submit What is this?

You don’t think it’s possible to hear anything over the screams, the screams permeating through Winterfell, coursing through every hallway and every inch of the land like your own blood running through your veins. The screams of your fellow soldiers, the Northerners and the Free Folk and everyone in between who joined the fight against the Night King. It’s a garbled, distorted sound mixed with the relentless cry of the wights as their mindless bodies charge forward, decaying teeth bared as they snap and snarl at any flesh they can rip out.

Your head rings as you swing your sword, slashing out at any wight who scrambles towards you. Your sword is heavy, muscles weakened by lethargy and weighed down by your armour. A soldier behind you screams, and you turn around in time to see three wights pounce on him, a rusty sword plunging into his abdomen before you can stop it. He lets out a gargled sound, blood bubbling from his lips before the viscous liquid drips down his chin in abundance.

The screams become louder. A cry so deafening you can’t even hear your own screams.

More wights charge in as you peel your eyes away from the dying soldier, his arm outstretched to the sky as if he is reaching for the Gods, begging to be saved, to be pulled away from the battle. The thought inappropriately distracts you, and a sardonic laugh bubbles at the back of your throat as you think, surely, the Gods must have abandoned you all. Creatures so monstrous, so horrid, could have only been concocted from the very fabric of nightmares, that the Gods, the almighty Gods themselves have turned their backs to humanity.

You finally stumble backwards, raising your sword and driving it into the chest of a screeching wight that leaps forward. You yank it out harshly, the limp body of the wight falling to the floor before you crush its skull under your heavy boot for good measure. With heaving breaths, you whip around, eyes scanning the courtyard before your heart suddenly clenches with the realisation that you’ve lost him.

His name rips through your throat in a panic. “Sandor!”

Your cries are swallowed by the ocean of screams and cries of dying men, and tears sting your eyes as you blindly stumble forward, shoving past bodies in an attempt to find just one. You stumble over the dead at your feet, forcing yourself to look into their lifeless faces and praying to whoever can bear to listen to the countless other prayers of dying men and terrified souls you know are being said tonight. Your heart simultaneously elates and sinks as you identify each corpse as someone who isn’t Sandor, yet you want to sink to the floor, want to come apart every time you see a similar face, each time you realise just how many have fallen during this battle that is far from over.

Disoriented, your body crashes against the wall, your fingers skimming over the stone as you attempt to regain your balance. Your sword drags against the floor, and a strangled sob lodges itself at the back of your throat as you cry out his name again. He was behind you, protecting you like he always does, and he had disappeared. It seems helpless, attempting to find him in the midst of the ruthless battle, yet for him, you refuse to give up. Pushing yourself off the wall and onto your feet again, you barely manage to get one step forward when the door beside you suddenly bursts open, wood splintering as a flood of wights spill into the hallway. You immediately retreat, screaming out warnings for the soldiers around you as they clumsily begin to run. One falls, tumbling onto the ground, and against your better judgement, you collapse onto the floor beside him, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him to his feet. The both of you don’t even make it upright before the first wight tackles you from behind, and you’re quick to use your sword to block its growling face from your throat, bony fingers scratching against your skin as you grit your teeth in pain. The wight struggles against you, yet you can’t muster enough strength to push it off your body, and the fight only becomes more difficult as more and more wights pile on top of you. Tears blur your vision, your raspy breaths becoming strained as you realise this is your grisly end. You feel yourself growing weaker with each passing second, and your eyes screw shut as you brace yourself for the inevitable pain that is to come.

You barely hear the low, guttural cry that charges towards you over the wights shrieking in your ear, but suddenly, the weight above you is lifted, and you sit up to see Sandor stumbling to his feet, sword swinging at the remaining wights he didn’t manage to knock off you. Not wasting any time, you pull a dagger from your belt and forcefully thrust it into the mouth of the wight wriggling at your side before you pull yourself to your feet, letting out a cry as you charge towards the wight about to attack Sandor from behind. You swing your sword, your blade beheading the wight, and Sandor finishes off the last wight before turning around to see the brittle skull shattering on the floor.

“Can’t stay out of trouble without me.” Sandor grunts, grabbing your arm as he pulls your close, eyes scanning your body for any injury. You chuckle slightly, raising a hand to touch the light trickle of blood on the side of his face. Shaking his head, he insists, “It’s nothing.”

He softens as your thumb gingerly brushes over his skin, a simple gesture that somehow helps him forget the horrors around him. You smile at him, a smile brimming with relief, and you struggle to hold back your tears, “I thought I lost you.”

“You’ll have to try harder to get rid of me.” Sandor deadpans, and you scoff. Grabbing your hand, he presses a kiss to your temple as he continues, “We’ve got to keep moving.”

Nodding at him, you squeeze his hand before the two of you run back into the battle.

—

You find the rowdy atmosphere almost jarring when you think about the war that was waged and that the living had barely won. Drunken cheers fill the room, alcohol sloshing over already full glasses and spilling onto the wooden tables. There is exhaustion in everyone’s eyes, yet the victory overpowers it, the thrill of having fought against Death itself and coming out triumphant, save for the tremendous losses that unfortunately had to be sacrificed.

You sit opposite Sandor as his teeth sink into the roasted chicken that is being served. The both of you are famished, understandably so after constant fighting for the whole night. You listen to the disorderly hollers around you, mildly amused as you hear toast after toast, praise after praise and story after story of each person’s experience in the battle. Shaking your head, you take a swig from you almost sickeningly sweet mead before turning to Sandor.

“What?” Sandor asks, knowing well the expression on your face when you’re in thought. Dropping a bone onto his plate, he sloppily wipes his mouth with his sleeve as he raises his eyebrows at you.

“I can’t believe we’ve won.” you shrug, gesturing around you. “We did it.”

“We’re not done,” Sandor warns, and you press your lips together. “We’ve still got to fight those cunts in King’s Landing.”

Silence falls upon your conversation. You know there is an abundance of enemies in King’s Landing — Cersei and her soldiers, the Iron fleet — yet you know there is only one enemy Sandor is seeking to kill.

You reach out to grab Sandor’s hand, your finger intertwining with his as Sandor fixes his gaze, his focus, on how your hand fits over his while you insist, “My love, don’t let vengeance consume you.”

A ghost of a smile appears on his face. “It’s too late for me, y/n.”

“No, it isn’t.” your reply firmly, hand gripping tighter around his. Still trying to recover from the utter fear that had gripped your insides when you thought you had lost Sandor on the battlefield, you are far from ready to let him ago again, to let that fear settle in and make itself at home every day until he would return from King’s Landing to you. Desperate, you plead, “Sandor, please, don’t go. Stay in Winterfell with me.”

His eyes finally flicker up to meet yours. You wish you could see the hesitation flicker in his irises, could see some form of uncertainty, but the resolute expression on his face terrifies you. Your hand weakens, slowly pulling away from his as you realise there is no changing his mind, no stopping him from exacting the revenge he has spent years thinking about, and you can feel your already frail heart beginning to crumble.

Sandor catches your hand before you manage to pull away fully. He has prepared himself for a one way trip, prepared to accept whatever fate awaits him, yet for you, he lies, “I’ll be back.”

You nod, breaths becoming shaky as Sandor brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles, and you choose to believe him.

Later, you would watch him mount his horse after kissing him and trying to remember every intricate details of his lips. And as you would watch his retreating back, his horse treading down the path and disappearing into the hills, you would find yourself unable to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach, unable to ignore the whispers in your head that would tell you this would be the last time you saw him.

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sin #1: lust  1. Who was the last person you checked out? Did they check you out too?:  my boyfriend. i couldn’t check him out properly because i was in the back seat.

2. Who was the last person you desired, but they didn’t feel the same?:   eh, probably some instagram model. i haven’t had true feelings for anyone since i started dating my boyfriend.

3. Ever cheated on a significant other? If so, have you learned from it?:  nope.

4. Do you watch porn?:  i have but very rarely.

5. Do you masturbate?:  yes.

6. Best physical features on your preferred sex?:  face.

7. Who are some celebrities that you think are totally hot?: michael b jordan in black panther oh my. that body.

8. Did you ever lust after a best friend’s significant other? How did it turn out?: nope.

9. When was the last time you had sex?: on the weekend.

10. Ever pursued someone, even though they were taken?:  no.

sin #2: gluttony  1. When did you last eat at a restaurant? What restaurant was it?: eh, technically today. it was an engagement party at a restaurant.

2. When did you last have fast food? Where did you get it?: tonight lol. i had a mcdouble from mcdonalds.

3. What was the biggest meal you had all day?: lunch. i had sushi.

4. Do you have too many clothes? How often do you go shopping?:  i don’t havbe that many tbh. i go shopping a couple times a month but i don’t always buy clothes.

5. What’s something you have a LOT of?: perfumes.

6. Do you eat a lot?:  not as much as i used to.

7. What was the last thing you splurged (spent a lot of money) on?:  a mini holiday.

8. What do you spend most of your money on (besides bills and anything necessary like that)?:  food.

9. Last time you ate candy? What was it?:  i don’t remember. i don’t usually eat candy.

10. Last thing you ate too much of?:  canapes at the engagement party lol.

sin #3: greed  1. Do you share things? How often?: no. i’ll share stuff like clothes and nail polish. with my sister but i’m not used to sharing anything else.

2. Someone asks you for a piece of your cookie. You break it in half, but the pieces aren’t equal. Who gets the bigger piece?:  depends who the person is. i usually give my boyfriend the bigger half.

3. When you see change on the ground, do you pick it up?:  if it’s gold, yes haha.

4. How often do you lend money to people?:  not often. once in a blue moon.

5. Do you loooove money?:  i don’t love it but it’s a necessity.

6. If someone offers to pay for you, do you decline or readily accept?:   i always decline when it’s my friends. i let my family and boyfriend pay for me coz i know i’ll shout them back eventually.

7. Which of your friends is the wealthiest?:  probably andrew.

8. Would you take a high-paying job that you didn’t really like just for the money and benefits?:  i’m in that situation now but i hate it. i have no desire to move up in my position.

9. Ever stole from anyone? What about stole from a store? What happened?:  never stolen from anyone. i went through this klepto phase as a teenager but i never stole anything of significant value. it was always makeup and sunglasses lol. never again.

10. Do you ever have enough money?:  i haven’t in a long time.

sin #4: sloth  1. Last thing you procrastinated on?:  finding a new job.

2. When you’re at a strip mall and the next store you want to go to is at the other side, do you drive over there instead of take a short walk?:  there aren’t many strip malls in sydney so i just walk everywhere.

3. What’s a typical day off of school and/or work like for you?: i usually pamper myself. do my nails, face mask etc. or i’ll hang with friends.

4. What’s one talent you have that you don’t really work on, even though you have the ability to be good at it?: graphic design.

5. How many hours of television do you watch a day?:  none. if i really want to watch something i’ll stream it.

6. What about the amount of time you spend on the internet a day?:  a couple hours.

7. How many hours of sleep do you get a day? Do you sleep in late?: between 5-8 is enough for me. sometimes less if i’m really busy.

8. Do you drive to places that are less than three blocks away?:  not usually. i hate parking.

9. When was the last time you exercised?: this week.

10. Ever copied and pasted your homework from a website on the internet?:  no.

sin #5: wrath  1. If you could kill one person and get away with it, would you do it?:  no.

2. Is there anyone you honestly and truly can say that you hate?:  no.

3. Is there anyone you want revenge on, whether you want to get them back big-time or just play a little prank on them for hurting your feelings?:  lol i have vindictive thoughts but i never really follow through with it.

4. Are you fighting with any friends right now? Why?:  nope.

5. Last time you were really angry? What happened?: i forgot.

6. When you’re angry, what do you do to calm yourself down?:  sleep it off.

7. “Hate is just the fear of loving someone.” true or false?:  false.

8. What’s the best revenge you ever got on someone?: being a better person than them i guess.

9. Was there any hard feelings after your last break-up? On whose end was it on?:  nah.

10. Ever been cheated on? How did that make you feel?:  no.

sin #6: envy  1. Is there anyone you’re jealous of? Name a person and tell us why.:  no. there’s people that make me think, ‘omg they’re so lucky’ but i don’t wish to be them or anything.

2. List three physical features some other people have that you’re envious of (no need to get specific and name people; you can just say something like “brown eyes” or “having perfect eyebrows”): good body, good skin, nice hair.

3. List three personality features that other people have that you’re envious of:  confident, friendly, patient.

4. Are you a jealous significant other?:  nah.

5. Could you date someone who was really jealous?:  nope.

6. What celebrity’s looks do you envy the most?:  rihanna.

7. Do you think anyone is envious of you? In your opinion, what charactertistics (physical and mental) do you possess that you think someone might be envious of?:  i doubt it. i guess i’m well traveled but anyone can do that if they put work into it.

8. What are a few things you wish you were good at?: singing, cooking, makeup.

9. Did you ever date someone, break up, and then see them dating someone very attractive a few days later? Were you jealous of that person?:  no.

10. When looking at a love interest’s exes, do you often find yourself jealous of their good-looking exes?:  no.

sin #7: pride  1. What’s something you brag about a lot (be honest—we all brag sometimes)?: i guess how much i make from doing shit all.

2. What physical features do you take the most pride in?: well it was my skin but it’s been so bad lately so my self esteem is at an all time low.

3. Are you satisfied with what you have?:  i am. things can be better but i’m content.

  4. Be honest… when someone is telling you something, do you often change the subject so it’s about you and your accomplishments instead?:   no.

5. Do you like talking about your achievements?:  i don’t really have much to talk about.

6. Do your parents tend to brag about how well you came out?:  haha i haven’t heard anything in awhile.

7. Do you strive to be better than others? Do you think competing with others is healthy?:  i don’t like competing with others. i prefer just aiming to achieve my own goals.

8. What do you do better than most people?:  idk anymore haha.

9. Do you believe in taking pride in things you can’t control (ex. being proud of your heritage, being proud of your skin color, being proud of your natural artistic ability)?: of course. it’s better than being ashamed of it.

10. Who are you competing with right now (it could be anything—classmates for a grade, co-workers for a position, other girl for a guy, etc.)?: no one.

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